Swinging Again (& Again)

Libby and I agreed to meet a few days after we'd hooked up at Allison, Derrick and Holly's party. This was our 'first date'.

We met at a local diner for coffee.

"I think I'm more nervous now than I was at the party..." she admitted. Since this was only the second time I'd attempted to meet with a woman socially in more than 10 years, I completely understood.

I immediately noticed two things about her that I didn't catch in the dim lights at the party: (1) she's a lot 'prettier' than I remembered, and (2) she had freckles. I could only imagine what she was noticing about me in the daylight.

After several minutes of having to lower our voices in a public space, and 2 cups of really bad coffee, we decided to take a walk over to a nearby park and speak more freely.

"So what's your thoughts on your first 'swing event'...?" I asked as we settled in on a bench with no one else around.

"I have to admit that I was so fuckin' turned on...!" she shyly admitted making the mildly annoying giggle again. "I was still horny when I got home that night...I played with myself until I fell asleep..."

"Anything in particular stand out for you...?" I teased. I could fell myself getting hard.

"I mean, my first woman...my first...black...dick..." she blushed, "all in the same night...I was still wet the next day..."

"Whoa! First 'BD'...?" I acted surprised, although I wasn't. "Hope I represented my people proudly..."

"Oh, don't worry, Toni," she assured me. "You did just fine!"

This time I blushed.

Libby then proceeded to share more of her personal story: married her college 'sweetheart' who was only the 2nd person she'd had sex with; which led to a limited and non-existent sex life (they didn't have sex the last 3 years of their marriage). She spent a lot of time fantasizing and masturbating.

"I couldn't bring myself to cheat..." she said rolling her eyes. "Friggin' Catholic upbringing...!"

"Tryin' to make up for missed opportunities...?" I grinned.

"You better fuckin' believe it...!" she said proudly.

She'd shocked me with her response.

"You go girl..." I smiled giving her a mock applause.

"So..." she started sheepishly. "Since we are already...kinda...you know..."

I feigned innocence, wanting her to 'spell-it-out'.

"Are you still interested in...helping me out some more...?" Libby finally continued.

I intentionally allowed for a long awkward pause.

"It will be my honor and pleasure to keep providing you with all the guidance and assistance you need..." I smiled.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you...!" she squealed. She surprised me with an unexpected bear-hug.

We continued to chat and took a short stroll around the park. Libby invited me over for dinner that evening so I went back home to change. I arrived at her place around 6 with a bottle of red wine.

Libby answered wearing a long, floral sun dress and sandals. This was also the first time I'd seen her wearing full make-up. She looked really nice. We sat and had dinner and shared more stories. I mostly told her about the adventures that I'd had with Cassidy, and Libby continued to ask more questions.

"So what should we do next...?" She asked as we cleared the dishes. "Do you know about any more parties?"

"Are you wearing underwear, Libs...?" I said, completely out of left-field.

She nodded (the 'dear-in-headlights' expression returned).

"Take them off please." I instructed.

She reached up under her dress and pulled down a pair of pink cotton panties. She passed them to me when I extended my hand. There was a small damp spot at the crotch. I brought them to my nose and inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy mixed with perfume, then dropped them on the kitchen floor.

"Come with me..." I smiled and took her hand.

"'kay..." she smiled back nervously.

I led her over to the couch. I pulled her into my arms and gave her a deep, wet, 'nasty' kiss. We were both out of breath when we pulled apart.

"Pull up your dress...and sit..." I said.

"Yeah...yeah...'kay...I'll sit..." she panted. Libby gathered the hem of her dress and it up to above her waist. She spread her legs as she plopped down on the couch.

I dropped down between her knees, raised her thighs and pressed my mouth to her warm, wet, shaved pussy. I gave Libby the best 'pussy-eating' I could - I absolutely worshipped her smooth, pink cunt. I brought her to 2 or 3 screaming orgasms.

With tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, Libby finally begged me to stop.

My face was covered in sweat and her juice. I stood and watched her sob and tremble and began un-buckling my belt. She stopped me and insisted on doing it for me. When my pants and shorts were bunched around my ankles, Libby leaned forward and gave me some truly outstanding head.

"You sit..." she eventually gasped. Pre-cum and slobber spilled and dripped from her chin.

We traded places on the couch and removed my pants and shorts. My cock, balls and ass were hers - Libby spread my legs and did things with her mouth, tongue and fingers that made me scream her name this time. She even continued her assault after I had shot my load into her mouth, keeping me hard.

"Not...done with you...yet..." she panted. She was a woman on a mission!

Libby stood, removed her dress and bra and straddled me.

We fucked all over the couch, the floor and the coffee table. We were back in that same "zone" we'd found at the party. When we were done her condo stank of hard-fucking and her pale-blue couch was stained with sweat and cum.

"Oh fuck..." Libby panted. "That was...fuckin' amazing..."

"Yeah..." I agreed. "Fuckin' amazing..."

We laid there breathing heavily for a long time.

"You can...stay over..." she finally said. "If you want to..."

I smiled and nodded. Eventually she rose on wobbly legs and led me to her bedroom. We both were soon asleep (she snores).

The next morning I woke before her and decided to rouse her with more pussy worship.

"Coffee...eggs...?" she gasped after her second orgasm.

I smiled and wiped her juice from my face and watched her wide, flat, white butt walk unsteadily towards the kitchen, and met her there shortly after.

"Shower...?" she smiled, standing and leading me to the bathroom after breakfast. We washed each other, fucked in the shower, and washed and fucked again.

I left feeling good about having a repour with someone again.

A few days later I got an unexpected text from Holly. It read: 'Sorry I didn't get to fuck you at the party. I want to make up for that.'

I didn't reply and thought about it all that day. That night I called Libby.

Needless to say, she was a little 'bothered', but after a long conversation we came up with a few 'ideas'. The next day I replied to Holly's text and invited her over to my place.