That evening sparked a new chapter in our lives together. Steve and I started to actively discuss the possibility of trying swinging with another person or people. We discuss everything openly, always have, and prospect of doing this was the main topic of most of discussions for the next few weeks.
The questions were endless: could we do this and not be jealous of each other with another person? How do you weed out the crackpots from the serious people who were like us, they didn't want anything sick or twisted, they just wanted friendship with a little extra spice? How much do you divulge over the internet? What if we were caught, how would we handle it?
After discussing all the pros and cons, we decided to put in a profile at a swinger site. We got some replies, and sent some letters ourselves to other members at the site. This started our adventures. We met with some couples, some single men, and gradually began to discover through experience what we wanted, what we were looking for, and how to spot those people who weren't what we wanted.
We had some good and some not so good experiences. Most of them involved me having sex with another man while Steve watched, and occasionally videotaped. We tried to find a couple with a female that Steve found attractive and desirable, but to no avail. He is very picky, and the women we met didn't appeal to him.
I, however, had fun with both the husband and wife, and greatly enjoyed satisfying the husband's fantasy of seeing his wife with another woman, then joining in (come on guys, you know you ALL want that fantasy, I've heard it a million times). And although my fantasy was satisfied, I had some others. But they were very private, and I didn't feel comfortable with any of the men I was with to divulge them.
Until we got a letter from Alex.
Alex was 24, 6 years our junior. He had just moved to this state, relocated for work. He had no family or friends here, and was cruising the swinger site we were at and liked what he read in our profile. He was looking to meet new people and make friends, and if things went farther, he was all for it. As I read his profile, my first impulse was not to respond. You see, we easily got 8 or 10 letters a week from single men looking for sex. Seems that most couples that are swingers are looking for bi females or other couples. We were unique, and got a lot of requests for pictures, responses, dates. So to hear that a 24 year old guy wanted to fuck me, well, that was standard, and I wasn't really looking to meet someone that much younger than me.
But after reading the letter he sent, I realized he didn't sound like your average 24 year old. He seemed more mature, serious. And I liked the fact that the first line of his letter didn't say "I got an 8" cock that is dying for your pussy baby." So I wrote him back. And thus started our friendship. We found that we had one major passion in common: motorcycles. Steve and I both have bikes, and so did Alex. So it was agreed that we meet one day and we would take him around the more scenic areas on our bikes.
I was nervous the day he was coming over. Most of the men that we met with were at nightclubs, me dressed to the nines with a short skirt, tight top, and the works. I was now going to meet this guy with jeans, a t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and bike boots. Not the best way to make a sexy impression. And I was worried that, despite the photos that he sent us, that I would be disappointed with his appearance.
I had nothing to worry about. He showed up, 6', strong build, dark blonde hair and a nice smile. When he pulled up on his bike in his black leather jacket, got off the bike and stood up, I was shot through with a hot flash of desire. To me, that look is beyond sexy, and he was very much what I considered sexy. And I was to discover later that the feeling was mutual . . . . he thought that a woman who drove a motorcycle was enormously sexy, that it showed power and control, and he found that very attractive indeed.
So we were off to a great start to a great friendship. It lasted more than just once or twice. Most men that we met had one or two encounters, then didn't write back. They got their satisfaction, and then decided it was time to hunt again. Alex was different. We had a great time on the bikes and in the bedroom. He was a very good lover, and Steve had quite a collection of videos of the two of us. Little did I know that the best was yet to come . . . .
During the summer and fall, the three of us would plan weekend bike trips, a few hours from home, and get a hotel room and stay the night. Being away from home allowed us the luxury to flaunt what we had. We loved going down to the hotel pool, and teasing each other. I would kiss and tease Steve, then swim to the other part of the pool and kiss Alex while stroking his hard cock through his swimsuit. On one occasion there was a group of older men on the patio outside, and we decided to give them a show. Alex pushed me over to Steve, and while I kissed Steve and he fondled my tits, Alex kissed the back of my neck and played with thighs and ass, all in view of the men on the patio.
A few of them walked by several times, trying hard to not make it obvious that they were watching. By the time the two of them were done with me, I was dying for cock and begged them to take me back to our room. And they did, to my utter delight. But again, it was always Alex and I, and Steve watched. Although I wasn't going to complain, I was getting to the point that I wished that Steve would play with us. But his passion was watching, and I didn't want to deny him that. After all, I was getting more cock than I could handle, so why should I complain? Still . . . . .I wanted more.
