This is a fictional story about a couple in the Lifestyle. As an erotic story, the characters aren't practicing safe sex. In real life, on would be foolish to engage in the activities in this story. However, it is a real drag writing stories where the characters are changing condoms between partners and rimming through a dental dams. I only mention this since I've received several irate emails warning me about the perils of unsafe sex. Also, if stories with a bi-male them aren't your cup of tea, don't read any further.
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"Alex, where is our play kit?" I asked, noticing that he wasn't carrying it.
"It's inside."
"Go get it. I'll be in the car," I told Alex as I walked down the driveway. When my husband thinks we aren't going to hook up, he leaves our play kit at home.
Alex's little bag comes in handy when we go to dances or play parties and end up getting naked. Besides condoms and lube, his pack contains toothbrushes, lipstick, breath mints, hair scrunchies and a toy or two. The hair scrunchies keep my long, red hair out of the way when I'm giving blowjobs and became an essential part of our play kit early on.
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My single friends complain how hard it is meeting someone on Match.com or any of the other online dating sites. I'm sympathetic, but my husband Alex and I have a more difficult task. Imagine trying to find four people who not only enjoy each other's company, but a foursome where the women are hot for the guys and vice versa. Over the last five years, our marriage has progressed from the traditional monogamous relationship to one where we meet and socialize with interesting couples whose company we enjoy both inside the bedroom and out. To this end, I check our Adult Friendfinder account every evening. Think of AFF as a Match for alternative relationships: swingers, unfaithful spouses, married women looking for women, etc. Although it isn't one of the classier swinger sites, we sometimes find attractive couples that haven't yet found the better sites. One friend jokes that AFF maintains its quality by enforcing a three-tooth minimum.
"Hey hubby, come over here and see the couple that winked at us."
"Let me guess... no pictures of the guy and the woman is 400lbs and has numerous photos of her nasty pussy."
"Actually, you'll be surprised; they're not bad."
A couple with an attractive guy is rare. We tend to ignore winkers and wish-listers, but this guy's good looks were the exception on AFF. I liked his olive-skin, dark hair, and an athletic physiques, but his deep, blue eyes where his most striking feature.
The majority off AFF profiles display only pictures of the woman (or worse, genital close-ups that would be better displayed in medical pathology textbooks). However, this couple included several tasteful clothed photos. Their one nude caught my eye. The woman stood behind her husband with her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands encircling his cock. With her hands placed one after the other, plenty of his cock protruded where her second fist ended. I understood why the woman was smiling; his cock was a good bit longer than my husband's.
My pussy got all tingly thinking about what I would do with this well-endowed guy. I yearned to make out with him and slide his handsome cock into my mouth and make him come. Unfortunately, the wife wasn't nearly as attractive as her husband; not exactly homely, but her features didn't quite compliment one another. But what her face lacked in beauty was offset by a slender body and huge natural tits; tits that my husband could fuck while I held them around his cock.
I've been disappointed by the disproportionate number of awful looking married men in the lifestyle. There seem to be many wives' who subscribe to the notion that there's no such thing as an ugly rich guy. I might sound like a superficial bitch, but we swing to fulfill fantasies and look forward to finding couples that turn us on physically. When it comes to socializing; we already have plenty of interesting vanilla friends.
Alex needed to take one for the team this time. I've endured the attentions of several homely men so my husband could play with the guy's hot wife. I was damned if I was going to let my husband pass on them.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
Alex smiled. After 15 years of marriage, he knows my taste in men. "I think you dig the guy."
"So do you want to meet them?"
"Sure. But they'll probably flake on us."
I sent them a brief message and asked if they'd meet us at the upcoming Pleasure Zone party. The PZ group puts on themed dances that, while not strictly swinger events, are more erotic than the run of the mill nightclub. The upcoming December dance was at a nearby hotel and would be a good place to meet; if we didn't hit it off with them, we could dance and flirt with plenty of other couples.
Much to my surprise, the couple replied that they were interested in meeting. Talking to them on the phone, we learned that Karin and Steve were in their late 30s and didn't have children. Although both worked in high-tech, they seemed outgoing, lively, and easy to talk to. Since they lived more than an hour away, they decided to reserve a room at the hotel. With them reserving a room, the possibilities for naughty fun increased significantly.
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On the way to the party, I reflected on my outfit; I've worn sexy outfits to other swinger events, but never one revealing so much flesh. A long black winter coat covered my skimpy outfit for when we'd be walking through the hotel lobby, but underneath, a black fishnet body stocking hugged my body and did nothing to hide my leopard-print bra and panties. At 5'4" and 130lbs, I'm self-conscious about my body, but my daily runs got me in the best shape in years and felt comfortable wearing a skimpy outfit.
We arrived a little after 8pm and the dance floors were nearly empty; there were a few couples standing about talking, but we didn't see anyone we knew. After checking in our coats and street clothing, we proceeded to the dance floor where the DJ spun hip-hop.
An hour of dirty dancing with Alex passed quickly. The dance floor was now packed, but still no sign of Karin and Steve. I wondered if they were going to flake on us, but we've never had that happen before.
"Hey, they're here," said Alex.
"Don't wave," I hissed, not wanting to seem too eager.
They came over to where we were dancing and introduced themselves. We gave up on small talk as we couldn't compete with the sound system and began dancing with each other's partners. Steve looked better in person and his smile had me wanting to do more than just dance with him. Steve grinned when I reached down and grabbed the growing bulge in his pants. I was glad they were experienced. No hour or two before kissing them; no discussions about how they don't yet kiss other couples; no wife freaking out when she sees me sucking her mate's cock. Newbies can be frustrating; while we were inexperienced once, we'd rather not be the teachers now. So I was glad Karin pressed up close to my husband and sucked face with him by the third song. While those two kissed and fondled, I did the same with Steve.
At one point, I glanced over and saw Karin down on her knees in front of my husband mouthing his cock through his silk boxers. Although promoted as an erotic evening for adventurous couples, the dance attracted only a few swingers; maybe less than ten percent of the partygoers. Not that we cared, but swinger events are more risqué and overt sexual behavior is often the norm. But at this dance, Karin's simulated blowjob got us plenty of looks. When the guys sandwiched us between them, I slipped Karin the tongue and made out with her. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed several women pointing us out to their boyfriends.
"Seems like we are attracting some attention. Want to go up to our room?" Steve asked.
