Dress Shopping tells of a couple, who become interested in swinging because of the wife's infatuation with a co-worker's cock. While shopping for a sexy dress, they meet a couple of swingers, who initiate them into the alternate lifestyle known as swinging. This is Chapter 1 of a (currently) 4 part series of how Cynthia and Francis are introduced into swinging by veteran swingers, Foxy and Larry.
The follow up Chapters 2-4, deal with the final conversion of Cynthia from a sweet innocent housewife to a complete slut (use your own imagination here). Cynthia and her husband are thrown into the deep end of the swinger's pool and learn to sink or swim or at least swallow!
Cynthia learns the actual meaning of, "Thank you sir. May I have another?"
This story is about 75% true with the rest being fantasy from my sick mind. Most of the characters have been taken from people I have known and party'd with. I have changed the names and places to protect the guilty. If you recognize yourself in the story, then I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.
As always, this story deals with sick and perverted people and the disgusting things they do to each other and themselves. If the thought of fucking and sucking (not making love to) a total stranger makes you queasy, then stop here. Otherwise, I suggest that you take your laptop into the bathroom and lock the door.
Chapter 1 Dress Shopping (Ch 1 of 4)
Wow, in just a few weeks my life has completely changed. My name is Cynthia and I have been married for ten years to my hubby, Francis. If you would have asked me to describe us, I would have said that we were just a normal dull married couple, nothing special.
I'm about 5'-7" with what I think is a fairly decent body, I wish my boobs were a little bigger but I guess most girls think that way. I have nice legs and my husband always tells me that I should wear shorter skirts to show them off. I've never wanted to do that before as people might think I'm a slut or something.
Anyway, we have been talking about our life and how things were getting kind of dull, nothing exciting ever happened to us. Our sex life always seemed to be okay and I've always enjoyed sex but things have started to become a little bland.
One night after sex, I was lying on his stomach playing with his dick when out of the blue he asked me, "Have you ever thought about playing with another guy's dick and sucking it?"
I told him, "I have never thought about cheating on you."
He said, "No, I don't mean cheating, but have you fantasized about being with another guy instead of me when we are having sex? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a guy with a big cock fucking your brains out?"
I said that our sex was great but I guess when I hesitated, he knew I wasn't completely truthful.
"Come on," he prodded me, "Out with it."
"Well!" I said while trying to climb out this hole I had just dug for myself.
"There is this guy at work and one day when I was in his cube, I noticed the big bulge in his pants. Without thinking about it, I wondered how big his dick was and what it would be like to fuck some guy I barely knew. I could let myself go as I would not be concerned about how wild I was with someone I may never see again. What do you think it would be like to be a complete slut and nobody cared?"
Then as I held my breath waiting for my husband to explode, he surprised me by saying, "Do you really think he has a big dick and would you fuck him?"
"No," I quickly said, "It was just a passing thought."
Hubby had been playing with my pussy while we talked and said, "Then why are you dripping wet? I've got two fingers in you and there is still room for your fantasy guy's big dick!"
I kept protesting that I hadn't really been thinking about fucking him. My husband then said, "Out with it, I know when you are lying, tell me the truth and I will not be mad."
I just knew that I shouldn't admit anything but he didn't seem mad and so I screwed up my courage and said, "Well, if you really want to know the truth. When I first saw the bulge in his pants, I was thinking about what he would say if I suddenly dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. My pussy was getting wetter as I fantasized about what his dick would feel like in my mouth and what it would be like to suck him off. Then make him cum in my mouth."
"You're kidding!" my husband said, "You would really suck him off and let him cum in your mouth? You've never sucked me off much less let me cum in your mouth!"
I said, "It was just a fantasy and you think about things you would never do like suck a dirty dick that's just came out of my cunt."
My husband wouldn't let me off the hook and said, "But you admitted you would suck his dick didn't you?"
"Okay, I admit that I fantasized about sucking his big dick and feeling his hot hard cock slide down my throat. Then after he fucked my mouth, he pumped his load on my tongue and I swallowed every drop. God, how good his cum tasted. But wait, that's different because it was a fantasy."
"Why is it different?" my husband kept up. "You are lying on my stomach, stroking my dick, why don't you put it in your mouth or at least rub the head on your lips? After all you are thinking about doing it to your cube mate. And I just heard you admit that he has a big dick!"