Simon and I had been flirting online for weeks now, since meeting at a friend's BBQ, when in a drunken moment I told him about our swinging lifestyle. I suppose Gary and me were now experienced swingers and we had indulged many of our fantasies over a fifteen-year period, both of us really enjoying involving others in our sex lives. When I told Simon about some of our adventures I know that I really turned him on and since then we had stayed in touch by text and emails. The truth was we had built up so much sexual tension I wanted to have Simon and he wanted me so I decided to tell Gary about how desperate Simon was to meet.
That night in bed I broached the subject with my husband.
"Are you still ok with me having another man occasionally?" I asked.
"You know I am! Our swinging is back on track now. Why, is there someone you'd like to have fun with Jayne?" he replied.
"Maybe? I do really fancy Simon." I teased.
"He's a bit young Jayne, but you can have fun with whoever you like as long as I'm around ok?"
Two days later it was 10pm in the local pub and I was out with Simon, Gary having agreed to our date. I looked at myself in the mirror in the pub toilets thinking about what was to come. My heart racing I inspected myself and reapplied make up and smoothed my skirt over my hips. I looked like a posh slut, just what I wanted.
I looked at my wedding and engagement rings and thought how happily my husband Gary had let me go out on this date with Simon. I left them on even knowing the chances of me sleeping with Simon later were odds on. The last hour or so Simon had been very charming and sexy as we chatted intimately, he was obviously feeling confident, and almost cocky really but rightly so considering the way I felt. I knew I wanted him, so I took a deep breath and rejoined Simon in the bar.
"I'm pleased Gary was knows about our date tonight. Did you tell him that I really want you Jayne?" He said.
Before I answered I looked at Simon very appreciatively. He was only a little taller than me, blonde fair hair, about 15 years younger than me and he smiled confidently.
He told me earlier about his running marathons and working out and looked very fit.
"I like seeing other men and Gary is cool, he's happy with me being with another man for sex."
Any doubts he might have had that I was up for it were now gone. He looked me up and down admiringly as I stood next to him. I knew my choice of outfit was right, a black skirt that came to mid-thigh and slit up the side with a black silk blouse. Under that I wore a black bra and matching thong, hold up stockings and my spikiest heels.
"You fancy going somewhere else then? My place or yours?" Simon asked grinning.
"Mine. Gary will stay out of the way, come on let's get going before I change my mind," I said grabbing my handbag. Simon held my hand as we walked out to his car and as I sat in the passenger he leaned over and gave me a tender kiss. As he pulled back I thought how again about much younger than me he was.
"Are you happy to do this Simon? I'm quite a bit older than you and it's a bit of pressure for you because Gary will be at home."
"I'd love to fuck you Jayne, and you said Gary is happy so let's go."
He smiled and then he ran his eyes over me and gave me a very deep kiss, his hand at the back of my head. Then we pulled out of the pub car park and headed down the road chatting easily. While he was driving he reached over and gently rested his hand on my leg. I inched a little closer and rubbed the bulge in his trousers his cock already hard as we arrived home.
"You are comfortable with this?" Simon asked.
"Of course I am! Come on in," I said laughing.
I walked into the hall and Simon followed and shut the door. The house was in darkness, I knew Gary would have gone into the spare room sure I that would bring Simon home. In the dark I suddenly felt nervous and I knew Simon would be too so I took the lead and pulled him against me. We kissed again, hot open mouth kisses, our tongues searching our mouths, his hands were exploring and he soon found out that I was wearing stockings.
"Come on, let's do it," I said taking his hand. We went upstairs into the bedroom and I flicked on the bedside light.
Simon put his arm around me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him close, his hands began exploring and his hand went under my skirt and began massaging my clit.
"I want you now Simon," I whispered.
He looked straight into my eyes and then undid my blouse, unzipped my skirt and then lifted me up and put me gently on the bed.
"Just relax for a minute Jayne," he said as he started to undress himself slowly. He was lean and muscular with clean-shaven finely chiselled features. His eyes were a sparkling blue and his blonde hair was thick with a firm chest sweeping down to a narrow waist and high hips. His stomach was flat with a prominent six-pack of muscles. Simon was very fit, looked good and knew it!
"Very nice, I'm going to have fun with you." I said breathing heavily as stood there in his boxers. "Let's see it."
He pulled down his boxers and I saw a nice fat cock standing out proud and rigid in front of him. I sat up and took a condom from my bedside table and threw it to him. Then I undid my bra and peeled off my g-string as I stared at Simon's cock and he rolled the condom on looking down at me. The bed creaked and Simon got on and pushed me back onto the mattress. He run his hands over my tits and pussy and then he rubbed his hand up and down the tops of my stockings.
