Thank you Literotica readers for some positive feedback on my first efforts at writing about our swinging adventures. Some of the comments have made me want to try again so here goes with another session!
Since we last went to the club my husband Gary and I had been really busy with work, family etc and it was soon some weeks since our last bit of fun there. That had been an especially good night for me when I had enjoyed a threesome, Gary sharing my body with Ray our newfound friend. What added to the excitement was that Ray was young, fit, tall and black. Black guys had always been a fantasy but that was it until that night. This had been a first for me, I had long fantasised about sex with a black guy and Ray had certainly lived up to my hopes.
We had exchanged email addresses at the club and had intended to all meet again there but since then Ray had been emailing me and phoning my mobile wanting to see me alone. I had been agonising over this for a while not sure how Gary would feel as we had always swung together but Rays very graphic mail left me in no doubt I wanted to do it. Also this fun online kept me so horny, Gary really getting the benefit as we fucked almost every night, until one evening I asked Gary to read Rays latest email as I sat in the study on the pc. Gary grinned broadly as he read Rays lines about wanting my body again, how he wanted to dominate me and make me cum. I reached over and rubbed Gary’s hard cock as he read what this man wanted to do to his wife.
"Like the thought of that honey?" Gary asked.
"Yes you know I do, you know I enjoyed Ray and I am game for a repeat. I am going to call him and arrange to meet.” I left Gary on the pc and went downstairs and phoned Ray. The conversation was brief; we both knew from our emails what we wanted and we set a date for the next evening. Rays only instruction was that I was not to wear underwear, as he wanted his little slut ready with nothing in the way.
That night as Gary and I fucked again, my mind was full of visions of Ray between my thighs using me. We talked as we fucked hard and long, sharing our fantasies and as Gary pumped my pussy full of cum, my back arched as I came too, swinging had improved our sex life so much.
As we cuddled in bed I took a deep breath as Gary asked, “So what’s the plans with Ray darling?”
“Meeting at his house tomorrow evening. Can I have him on my own though darling? Will you just take me there and leave me with him this once? Are you ok with that?"
I felt Gary tense up and cuddle me tighter before he answered, "I love you very much and the thought of you fucking another man and then coming home is a real turn on."
Before we fell asleep in each other arms we discussed the detail of me meeting Ray alone and I checked again that Gary was ok with this.
The following day at work I could hardly concentrate, my mind was in a whirl. I was so pleased to get home and have a few strong vodkas for courage. As I undressed I stood and looked at myself naked in the mirror. I had stayed a slim size 10, very white pale complexion due to having red hair. I always kept my pussy hairy but neatly trimmed knowing my ginger pubes were quite a feature. Even though I am now 40 I could still turn heads. I stepped into the shower, the hot spray bringing me to my senses a bit, but still my mind was full of what was to come.
I had finished showering and stood naked in the bedroom when I heard Gary come home from work. I heard him stride up the stairs and into the bedroom just as I had pulled on black hold up stockings.
"How do I look?" I asked.
"Really sexy," my husband replied.
"You ok to take me over to Ray's? I have his address but you know me trying to find places. I would feel happier if you took me and Ray has promised to bring me home when he has finished with me." I tried to sound cool but my heart was thumping.
"Well, I guess things are set up for tonight then. No underwear then?”
“Nope, best to get on quickly when I get there. I am going to Ray's to fuck. Does it turn you on or upset you?" I said slipping on my spikiest stiletto heels.
"Makes me horny darling,” he replied watching as I zipped on my PVC dress and took off my wedding ring and lay it on the dressing table to complete the slut look.
"Come on let's get going before I chicken out," I said grabbing my handbag and phone before walking downstairs and straight out to the car. The drive was not too long and within about 20 minutes or so we pulled up outside a small block of ageing flats. I applied another layer of thick red lip-gloss as we stopped.
"I feel like a whore doing this so might as well look like one I suppose. Wait up for me Gary, do you like the look?"
“I love the thought of you being such a slut and I want to hear every detail when you come home tonight."
As I opened the door I gave Gary a quick peck on the lips, “I might even ring you later, would you like to hear when he is deep in my pussy?"
I didn’t hear Gary’s answer as I quickly walked across to Ray’s flat; I felt so much like a prostitute as I knocked on his door in my slutty PVC dress. An irrational fear took hold of me for a moment, but Ray must have been watching for me though as he very quickly opened the door and smiled.
“Good girl. You look like a fucking whore, just perfect!”
As I walked into the hall and he shut the door I walked right up to Ray and kissed him on the lips. “Mm, delicious.” I said as we parted lips for a moment as Ray led me straight into his bedroom.
“Your husband has gone home then?”
“Yes, he is happy with this though.”
“A lot of men get off on this, you know you may be fulfilling his dream. After all he loved watching me fuck you at the club.”
I still felt nervous and think Ray realised this so took the lead quickly in case I chickened out. He gripped my bum pulling me close against his muscular chest and we kissed again, hot open mouth kisses, our tongues searching our mouths. I was shaking with nervousness; I had never experienced anything like this as I moaned against his lips. As we kissed Ray’s hand went under my skirt and began massaging my clit as I reached between his legs and stroked his cock.
"I’m glad you come over," he said. "Are you hungry for some more cock?"
“I want to be your slut. Be my master Ray. Use me.” I whispered. For years I had enjoyed being the submissive little slut and at that moment, more than anything, I wanted to be used as a sex object.