Author's Note:
This story of FUN extra-marital sex and my favorite swinger couple will reference some of their earlier exploits, which can be found in the previous chapters. But you don't need to read those earlier stories to fully appreciate this one.
If you are adamantly opposed to consensual extra-marital sex, then you've wasted your time by clicking on any of my stories. Just have your fun and save some time by clicking to the last page to select a 1-star rating.
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This was another routine Sunday evening after dinner. We were just starting to relax with drinks in our living room in front of the fireplace. She spread the blanket on her swivel chair, grasped her one-piece, long lounge dress, and pulled it up and off over her head. My gorgeous, auburn-haired wife, Jan picked up her glass of red wine to take a sip, facing me with a seductive look as I admired her athletic body. Her ample chest and shaved bare slit always caught my eye. Stepping in front of the chair, she sat on the blanket and threw her right leg over the arm, spreading herself open.
I went to the other side of the living room to the ottoman, retrieving her latest favorite thrusting rabbit toy, a small tub of coconut oil, and the two cushions she usually uses when kneeling in front of me. Dropping the cushions in front of her, I knelt there between her spread legs, setting the toy and coconut oil near the box of tissues on the adjacent end table. After sticking two fingers into the tub of oil, I slid those lubed fingers into her wet open hole to begin pumping in and out and rubbing her clit with my thumb. As her nub grew more prominent, I leaned over to suck it, enjoying her moans.
"Oh. Oh! Oh, yeah!" and I felt her hands as she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in.
I pulled my head back away, warning "No hands! This is my show, so don't grab my head," and I shoved my two fingers in as far as I could reach, flicking them around her G-spot and finding a small growing nub inside.
"Oh, yes! That's it," and she gasped while I continued to probe. "... I need a cock," Jan said suddenly. "Fuck me!"
My cock was now semi-hard, but hard enough to work. Straightening my back, I crept closer to her ass at the edge of her chair. Grasping my stiffening shaft, I positioned the head and slid into her. Jan's sounds grew even more excited as she felt me penetrating her. She opened her mouth in an O, and began gasping "Oh. Oh. Oh," in time with my thrusts
"When you have your mouth open like that," I noticed "you look like you need a cock in it."
Jan seductively ran the tip of her tongue around her open lips. "Oh, yeah. But I want to see you cum. ... Cum on my tits!"
Her encouraging words would usually get me harder and have me building to a release. But I felt a painful twinge in my right knee in my kneeling position, which distracted me. That sharp pain repeated with each thrust and my cock noticed, too, losing the battle.
"Ack!" I said a little disappointed but managing not to grimace. "I don't think I'm getting there tonight."
"Come on. You can do it! Cum on me," Jan insisted. She continued her gasps, then flicked the tip of her tongue out in a way which beckoned me. "Cum in my mouth!" she prompted, trying her best to get me to finish on or in her. When my wife's this turned on, she's on a mission to MAKE me finish for the evening, her controlling nature taking more pleasure in knowing she's the one who did it to me.
"I don't think so," I said a little disappointed. "A sharp pain in my knee, and I'm losing it," I finally admitted.
"Then I need a toy," she insisted, sounding exasperated.
I pulled my softening cock out and handed her the rabbit from the end table beside us. She reached two fingers into the coconut oil to lube the head of the rabbit, then slid it in. Jan turned on the butterfly vibration at her clit and the thrusting action inside, then she began thrusting it even more violently into her trying to build to her ultimate orgasm.
I reached to the coffee table for support to slowly stand, taking care of my right knee, and stood to watch her.
Jan thrust the shaft deep in and twisted the rabbit, trying to change the angle of attack on her clit, over and over until she threw her head back and moaned loudly "OHHHH ... There it is!!!!" Her back and hips jerked a few times as she spasmed before she relaxed, then slowly withdrew the rabbit to set aside. A few seconds later she casually added "... I'm done." She looked spent, lying back to relax, then noticed "But you didn't cum. Are you feeling alright?"
"My knee acted up at the wrong time," I explained. "You remember when I damaged it that time I fell from the tree I was trimming."
"You must feel frustrated," she said in sympathy.
"No. When a sharp pain like that hits, I can't keep it up to finish. I'll be alright for tonight. But are you feeling satisfied?"
"Oh, yeah," Jan said with enthusiasm. "That felt good when you were fucking me. When you're doing that, I could go on and on. And I really wanted you to cum. I think that's hot, knowing I'm the one making you cum."
I chuckled then added "You're my Energizer fuck-bunny."
"What if that knee bothers you at Ken and Claire's house party next week?" Jan asked, with a hint of concern. "I don't want you feeling jealous if I'm still going on with another guy. Let me know if you want to cancel or if you want to stop playing altogether."
"I won't be jealous," I said dismissively to relieve her concern. "This is just something that bothered me tonight. It comes and goes, so I should be alright next week. ... And my limitations shouldn't stop you from having fun. I'm not that selfish!"
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While dating in high school, Jan and I learned about sex together. Then during my last two years away at college, we dated others. We didn't really break up when I went away to school. But due to the distance apart preventing us from seeing each other, we both decide it was best to be honest and date others without jealousy. It just seemed that every time we got back together when I returned home, we reconnected, realizing we were perfect for each other.
Although Jan enjoys flirting with guys, she likes my expertise playing with her and knowing her most sensitive spots. I knew her body well and could torment her to orgasm. I know exactly what she needs, and she finds it comforting not needing to direct me, as she did with other guys. She told me how some of the more clueless and insensitive guys would just get off in her and leave her frustrated.
I enjoyed Jan's endless flirting, and her outrageous and brutally honest attitudes, which I rarely found in other women. So, we finally married and moved away from that small hometown. Now after thirty years, our kids are grown and all out on their own, leaving us to enjoy sex, again ... together.
But once you've done EVERYTHING you both like ... so many times, ... together, ... a yearning sets in. Some have called it "The Seven Year Itch", the title of a famous movie in the late 1950's. Others see it as a "mid-life crisis", when men and even women get that yearning to be young again or begin to stray looking for their youth. It's a melancholy feeling of missing the newness of exploring sex together, as we did when we were young. I think all long-married couples face a time when one or the other gets that longing feeling of
'What else?', 'What am I missing here?'
Jan and I seemed to get that feeling at about the same time in our marriage shortly after the last of our kids was out of the house. Without the kids, our friends changed because we no longer fit in with those who still had young kids at home. So, we looked around for a new hobby.
The swinger lifestyle we found gives her the opportunities for flirting and exploring her control over other guys, without secrecy threatening to break up our marriage. She can find guys who lust for her, and she can tease and play with them. And I can enjoy playing with other women, feeling their different reactions, and having fun learning their different sexy styles and desires. I can enjoy that newness of making their bodies shake under my touches. We look for other swinger couples in stable relationships who are also looking for that same newness, which adds comfort in knowing our spouse isn't fucking someone who's trying to come between us.
At six-foot-three and with my muscular build, I don't have problems finding other wives to play at house parties. And Jan can easily grab any guy she wants at those parties, enjoying her flirting and controlling experiments with them. We know there's no risk of any unexpected pregnancy since I had a vasectomy after our last child was born. Then a few years later, Jan had a health scare which required a hysterectomy.
Jan and I can trust each other, knowing we were giving each other everything the other might want; more freedom to enjoy new sex, but together. And afterwards, we talk about our new experiences, further exciting each other, which seems to bring us even closer.
But as I've grown older, I've noticed I'm having issues. I'm noticing problems getting excited as fast as my wife. Sometimes it's just aches and pains distracting me. At other times, it might be something in the back of my mind, like a problem at work. Thinking about it, ... and thinking about my sexy wife with her desires ... and needs, ... I've realized that jealousy, needs, and attempts to control are those things which break up many marriages. My wife knows she doesn't financially NEED me and could easily fulfill her sex needs with other guys. And I don't NEED her for financial reasons or to find sex. We've been together for so long and still WANT each other, but we've both noticed we have other needs, too. So, we won't go down that path of jealously trying to own and control each other. We've both had our special pact since marriage:
Give me two weeks' notice if you ever want to leave, ... so I can fuck my brains out before you go!
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Standing at the kitchen sink on this Monday morning, I finished drying the last of the pans from last night's dinner. She came barefoot from the bedroom, dressed in running shorts and an amply loaded sports bra. Her long auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail, hanging down almost to the middle of her back. She stepped in beside me, her arms at her side and in an almost tired sleepy fashion, she laid her head against my shoulder.
After decades together, this pattern was familiar. Setting the pan and drying towel down, I turned to face her, as she lazily raised her arms over my shoulders. My arms moved by reflex to wrap around her back, pulling her into that comforting embrace and she turned her face up to mine. I felt her soft mounds pressed into my chest, overflowing, squeezed between my biceps. My lips soon found hers and our tongues began their dance as we kissed.
"Mmmmm," Jan said, then broke the kiss to add; "I smell coffee."
"You always smell fresh coffee in the morning," I said with a note of pride in helping her start the day. I released her and she turned to the coffee pot and cupboard.
I admired her gorgeous figure when she stood up on her toes, her back toward me as she retrieved a coffee mug.
"It took you longer than usual to get it up last night," Jan said over her shoulder with a hint of concern as she filled her mug. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Too many distractions," I said casually. "There's a work problem tugging in the back of my mind, which usually wouldn't matter when I'm fucking you. But I felt that twinge in my right knee when I knelt on the floor."
"Shouldn't you get that checked out by a doctor?" Jan asked.
