Warning: Beware of another cheating husband story! Thanks to Angel Love for her friendship and editing skills. TSG
Over the last six month's I've used my account on an internet dating site to seduce women in cities I routinely travel too on business. It's been a blast, developing internet personalities to match with needs of attractive and horny women in each city.
So far, I'd banged seven women. Some were memorable. Others were easily forgettable. Although a juicy pussy and a snug asshole will never bore me, I was in the mood to try something else.
His dating profile profile interested me:
My wife and I live in the Columbia, SC area. I'm 47. I'm 5'10 and a bit overweight at 210 lbs. My wife is 34. She's 5'3" and has a stunning 35-27-36 figure. She has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. We have been interested in exploring the swinging lifestyle for the last year. Unfortunately, we've not been able to find other couples in the Columbia area with similar interests. If you'd like to get to know us better, please respond.
Trying to get my latest piece of fiction just right, I responded with an instant message:
'Hi. I'm Chris and I'm married to Jan. We're 45 and 39 respectively. We currently live in Wilton, CT, just north of NYC. I am being transferred and have accepted a position in Columbia, SC. Jan and I have been involved in the life style for the last ten years. We are regular members in a New Haven, CT swing club and are active guests in clubs in NYC, Boston and Chicago. We are concerned that our transfer to SC will put an end to our swinging. We're happy about the possibility of meeting you and your wife. I'm 5'10", weigh 175 and am very athletic. Jan is 5'6, slim with red hair and green eyes. She has C-Cup breasts, a flat stomach and great ass and legs.'
Being an instant satisfaction kind of guy, I love instant messages. A few moments later I received my first response.
'Wow. I've never met anyone so involved in the life style. I'd like to learn more.'
The husband's name was Ken and he was married to Svetlana; Svet for short. Ken was a successful attorney. He admitted that he wasn't very good looking and never dated much. Svet is an immigrant from Russia and taught language at a local high school. She desperately wanted to get married. As Ken was successful, she accepted his proposal of marriage after two months. They've been married only two years.
Ken told me that Svet was much more sexual than he was. Their discussions of sex had greatly interested him. The idea to try swinging was mutual.
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Dave's Steak and Seafood is a high end Columbia restaurant. Ken and Svet were already at the bar when I arrived. Ken looked the typical lawyer type. He had short, well kept hair and was dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and regimental tie.
Svet was dynamite. She was sexy as hell and dressed-down in a black tee, jeans and sneakers. Her breasts were high and tight. She had long legs, full hips and a pear shaped ass. I liked her eyes best. They were full of mischief.
They had reserved a horseshoe shaped booth in the bar area. We ordered drinks and appetizers and settled back to talk. Ken and Svet were anxious to talk about the swinging lifestyle. As they asked questions, I made up stories about my make-believe swinging activities. I made up stories about swapping, threesomes, foursomes. I explained that I had participated in a gangbang and that Jan was considering pulling a train.
Svet was sitting next to me in the center of the horseshoe. As I told my stories, she sat mesmerized. Occasionally, I would squeeze her thigh as I emphasized a point. Svet didn't seem to mind and Ken either didn't notice or didn't care. After a while, I rested my hand along her upper leg.
They asked if I ever became jealous. I laughed and said I was usually too busy to be jealous.
"I'm going to bring Jan to town in two weeks," I lied. "She's going to be spending time with a realtor. Perhaps we can meet for dinner and see if we're compatible."
Ken and Svet nodded in agreement. "If she's as nice as she looks in the pictures you sent, I'm sure we'll get along fine!" Ken said.
"She looks better than any picture. Just like Svet does," I countered.
I continued, "Being a leg man, I've got to say that Svet's thighs feel fantastic."
Ken looked into his wife's lap and saw that I was stroking her upper leg. Lust filled both of their eyes as he reached and caressed her other thigh. Both of our hands slid up and down her thigh and came within inches of her jean covered pussy.
"Svet, do you like to dance?"
"Yes. I love to dance."
"She's a great dancer. Unfortunately, I have two left feet."
"A friend told me about Mango's. It's a roadhouse a few miles out of town. They have a swing band tonight. Would you like to go there?"
"Mango's is a ball. The music is always great. Let's go," Ken announced. He continued, "Do you know how to get there?"
"I have no idea. Would you mind if Svet rides with me. That way, I won't get lost."
We agreed and I paid the bill. Svet and I walked Ken to his Lexus and we watched him take off as we walked across the parking lot to my car.
I held the door open for Svet and she glided into my rented Hertz SUV. After jumping into the driver's seat and turning on the ignition, I turned to Svet.
"I just want to tell you. I feel very lucky to have met you and Ken tonight. I have a feeling that Jan will like you also."
Svet nodded her head, "I'm having so much fun with you also. Can you tell I'm nervous?"
Playing the game, I answered, "I'm glad you're nervous, because I'm nervous too."
Svet looked at me with a question in her eye, "I'm surprised you're nervous, as you've been swinging for years."
"Svet, I'm always nervous when I'm with an attractive woman. Do you think Ken would be upset, if I kissed you?"
She laughed and said, "Considering what we've been talking about all evening, I doubt it."
We eased our lips together and started with a gentle kiss. After two or three light kisses, I kissed her cheek and worked my way to Svet's neck. She leaned into me, giving me easier access and let me kiss and lick her neck. Her perfume was intoxicating. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Our lips touched, mouths opened and our tongues plunged into each other.
I became rock hard as Svet moaned urgently into my mouth. I tasted the wine on her lips and tongue as our kiss became sloppy. "Slide closer, baby."
I pulled Svet over the car console and onto my lap. It was a tight squeeze, but she settled comfortably between my body and the steering wheel. When we kissed again, Svet wrapped her arms around my neck. My left arm supported her shoulder, while my right hand cupped her pear shaped ass. She groaned again as I pawed at her ass cheeks through her jeans.
"Svet, you're so fucking hot. I can't wait for Jan to be able to join us. She'd love to kiss you."
We kissed some more. I slid my hand from her ass to her right breast and pinched her erect nipple. "Show me your tits, baby."
Svet pulled the front of her tee shirt and bra over her breasts. Her B-Cup breasts were capped by small, hard, pink nipples. I bent my head and sucked her tit into my mouth. "OOOOHHHH, yes. That feels so good."
Svet wrapped her arms around my head and held me tight against her chest. As I sucked and bit her nipple, I gently pushed her legs apart and palmed her pussy through her jeans. Svet bucked against my palm.
She exploded like a firecracker. "I'mmmm cummminggg . . . Yesss!"
I love watching a woman orgasm. I watched Svet's face. Her eyes were closed tight, her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. She bounced in my lap and ground her pussy into my open palm.
"Itttt feels soooo good!" she wailed.
Svet shuttered as her orgasm dwindled. I pulled her against me and let her catch her breath. Shortly after, she pulled away. She crawled across the console, was kneeling on the passenger seat, turned sideways and was looking at me.
"I feel bad that Ken and Jan aren't here. We shouldn't do anything else, until we're all together and can share."
