Our Guilty Pleasures

Our Guilty Pleasures

Scratching that primeval itch we all seem to have.

"Cindy," I asked, walking into our bedroom.

She was already in bed and reading an article in Cosmopolitan. "Yes," she answered, not looking up from the page.

"Just curious--that's all," I said, holding my laptop in my hand. "Have you been looking at porn on my computer?"

She jerked her head to face me. As our eyes met, she didn't immediately say anything, but a rosy blush filled her face.

"Oh, I don't care--really," I quickly assured her. The truth of the matter was that I watch porn on almost a daily basis, and if it was also something she enjoyed, well we might as well watch it together.

"I was trying to reset the password on our Netflix account--and you know, the passwords are all on your laptop," she began to explain. "And when I opened up your computer, it had been left on a porno site. So, I was just surfing around to see what you had been watching."

Shit--I remembered now. I have an

OnlyFans

account, and although I always try to log off every time, I sometimes get interrupted and forget to do so. This must have been one of those occasions. I was now the one blushing as she had obviously discovered my guilty pleasure.

Trying to control her embarrassment, Cindy continued. "I wanted to see what you had been watching, and then I became intrigued and started surfing around myself."

I dropped the laptop on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Did you find anything you liked?" I coolly inquired.

Placing her magazine on the bedside table, she smiled and replied, "Yes. I liked the swinger pages, and I guess I also like the pages that dealt with

cockolds.

"

Now sitting on the bed and removing my shoes and socks, I asked, "Well, is that something you're interested in?"

There was a slight pause before she said, "When we were in Europe last year, we talked about going to a swingers' club. And though we ended up not doing it, I've been wondering what experience we missed ever since." I stood to drop by pants, and now standing in front of her naked, she smiled and added, "It might have been fun."

I slipped into bed and snuggled up next to her. She was wearing a short nightie and nothing else, and I was bare ass naked. We had not had sex in several days, and I for one was ready, willing and able. Picking up my computer and flipping it open, I said, "Show me what you were watching." My

OnlyFans

account was still logged in and was the last page she had watched. Though I had to refresh the screen, it was one of a European sex club with several couples all engaged in various acts of sexual gratification. After watching together for a minute or two, I asked, "So, is this something you'd be interested in?"

She snuggled closer to me and began to run her hand down my chest and across my belly. "Maybe," she coyly replied. "Would you?"

She was starting to stroke me at this point, and I knew discretion was required. "Well, as long as we do it together. I wouldn't do it without you there."

This must have been the answer she was hoping for, because she immediately jumped from the bed and ran to the kitchen. Our refrigerator has a crushed ice feature, and I could hear her crushing ice. Moments later, she returned with a tumbler of crushed ice, which she placed on her bedside table. Then, pulling her nightie off over her head, she slipped back into bed and filled her mouth with crushed ice. I knew the treat I was about to receive, and I was truly as excited as she was.

With her mouth now full of ice, Cindy wiggled down under the covers. I was about to receive an

Elsa

on my most prized appendage, which had grown tall and proud in anticipation of the

Royal Fire and Ice

treatment I knew I was about to receive. Cindy's mouth would provide the ice, and in no time at all, I would provide the fire with my hot blast of man custard. Cindy was on her knees, hunched over my midsection, which allowed me the opportunity to diddle her sweet spot. She must have been as horny as I was, for it was only minutes until we both reached our respective rewards. And as I filled her mouth, her sweet juices filled the palm of my hand and ran down the inner thigh of her leg.

As Cindy's mouth still had some residual ice in it, she couldn't swallow everything, so to keep from making the wet spot we had already generated bigger, she quickly sat up and spit what was left into the plastic tumbler. Still panting like a racehorse, she quickly wiggled back under the covers and snuggled up again. I restarted the video that had been playing, and we resumed watching. "Do you like this?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's okay. But they're all pros. Personally, I prefer the amateur stuff better," I replied.

"Show me," she said as her hand slid back down my torso.

I typed in

amateur swingers

in the search bar and hit Return. The screen filled with possible choices, and we selected one together. It had clearly been shot in someone's home. And although there were no kids in the footage, the family dog did make several unwanted appearances, only to be repeatedly pushed away. This got both of us laughing, and Cindy finally said, "It looks like fun."

I turned to her and said, "Sweetheart, if this is something you think you might be interested in, I'll leave it up to you. You know how horny I am, and if you want to spread our love around, I'm sure I'd be up for it."

We watched several more videos before Cindy asked, "So, what's a

cockold

?"

I wasn't positive, but I ventured a guess. "I'm not sure, but I think it's a woman who has affairs with her husband's knowledge."

"You mean she cheats on her husband?"

"No, I think it means he is either aware of it and approves. Or, he is aware and either can't or won't do anything to stop it," I explained.

"So, is it like a dominatrix or humiliation thing?" Cindy asked.

I typed

cockold

into the search bar and hit Return. "Let's see," I said.

Again, the screen was filled with options. Most of them appeared to have been recorded in Europe, and there was an element of humiliation associated with them. But we clicked on one that seemed to be American and filmed in a mediocre motel room. A middle-aged woman was lying flat on her back, legs spread, and being aggressively plowed by some young stud, while another guy, probably the husband, was sitting in a nearby armchair, masturbating. All three of them were bare ass naked and the scene appeared to be totally voluntary by all parties involved.

"Do you like that?" I enquired after watching about ten minutes of it.

She slowly answered, "I don't know." But when I looked over at her, her eyes were glued to the screen. I didn't say anything, but it was pretty clear that she was at least interested. I snapped the laptop closed, turned off the light, and without another word, rolled between her legs and inserted myself. As it had only been fifteen minutes since my last orgasm, I was able to last a good eight to ten minutes, which was long enough to ring her bell at least two more times.

Exhausted and staring up at the dark ceiling, and breathing like I had run a marathon, I wheezed, "I'll leave it up to you. If you want to make some new friends, I'm on board."

She didn't say anything, and soon we were both fast asleep.

The topic had not come up again, but about six weeks later, I received a lovely text while I was at work. It was nothing but a string of

heart

emojis, and I assumed it was related to our passionate bedroom activities the night before. She had given me the

Fire and Ice

treatment, and she always loved it as much as I did. So, I sent her the

ice, flame,

and

kiss

emojis. I felt that was appropriate, considering Cindy is a teacher and would still have been at school. I wasn't surprised when she didn't text back, and I assumed that was the end of it.

When I got home, she had already poured two glasses of wine for us and handed me one as I walked in the door. "I have a surprise for you," she beamed as we clinked glasses.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "And what would that be?"

"Remember, when we talked about going to a swingers party?"

"Yeah," I responded casually as I took my first sip of wine.

"Well, we're going to one Saturday night," she squealed.

I almost choked on my wine. "Oh, really," I said. "And how did that come about?"

"Well, not at school, of course, but I've been checking out swingers' clubs here in town, and I think I've found one we might like."

She was clearly excited, but I was not quite so sure. "Let me show you what I found." Cindy led me to the couch and directed my attention to the website she had open on her laptop. "What do you think?" she said with a naughty smile.

I quickly scanned the photos and tried to read the text while she eagerly awaited my response. "Looks promising," I said. The website was called

Wang and Cooters

, and based on the photos, it appeared to feature about a half-dozen couples, all of whom seemed to be middle-aged professionals. The pictures were taken over a period of time, as they were at different private homes, with the participants in various stages of dress and engaged in activities ranging from socializing fully clothed to partying completely naked. And the fully nude couples were actively engaged in all sorts of carnal pursuits. Their faces were all blurred, but they all appeared to be of normal height, weight and in good health.

"Do you want to try it?" Cindy impatiently inquired, and I nodded my agreement. I wasn't as excited about it as she was, but I'll admit I was curious.

Cindy immediately sprang to her keyboard and typed out an inquiry to their web page contact block. She didn't show it to me before she sent it, but she had included a photo of us together on the beach in Mexico. The picture was a favorite of ours, as we are both well-tanned, buff, and completely topless. Now we did have our bottoms on, but the message was clear.

The next morning, before work, we had a response. It was an Evite to their next party. The enclosed attachment gave the basic rules.

It was couples only, no singles and no uninvited guests.

It was a BYOB event with an appetizer to share.

Gentlemen must wear a condom during all intimate activities.

Rude or offensive behavior would not be tolerated.

Please bring $40 per couple for cleaning costs.

And the most important rule of all, NO MEANS NO, in all caps.

The Evite also included some additional photos. The pictures on their website had all the faces blurred. These were not, and though there were no crotch shots, there was no doubt as to the activities we could expect at one of their parties.

On the night of the party, Cindy was in a particularly festive mood. I still had my doubts, but her effervescent spirit kept my reservations in check. We ate a light dinner before vigorously showering and dressing in clothing that we felt would be easy to take off--easy to put on. The Evite said to arrive at eight sharp and not to be late. As it was our first time, we made sure to observe all the rules and the time schedule.

Arriving at the designated house at seven-fifty-five, assuming five minutes early, was better than five minutes late. We were warmly welcomed by our host, who introduced themselves as Carl and Rhonda. The house was much nicer than I had expected. It was located in an older neighborhood, characterized by large lots and tree-lined lawns. Our hosts led us to the kitchen, where we left the artichoke dip that Cindy had made, and I added our wine and Jack Daniels to the growing selection of bottles.

As there were already several other couples present, Carl redirected his attention to them while Rhonda gave us a tour of the house. First was the massive family room, featuring two distinct seating areas, each with a sectional sofa and cozy armchairs. Rhonda then led us back to the bedrooms. Two were available for the party and were furnished with king-size beds fitted with clean sheets and a scattering of pillows. I should add that a basket of condoms, bottles of water, and clean towels were placed beside each bed, but little else.

Back in the family room, all six other couples had arrived, and as we were the new couple, Carl made the introductions. I repeated each name as I shook their hands, but seconds later, I had forgotten them all. Most of the couples were older than us, but they didn't appear to be our parents' age, so that was fine. Older and wiser, I thought to myself. And all appeared attractive, especially the women.

For the first fifteen or twenty minutes, it seemed like any typical cocktail party. We all mingled, shook hands again and chatted about various hobbies and careers. However, around eight-twenty or so, couples seemed to be pairing up, and not with their spouses. Cindy had already found someone she was interested in, as they were sitting together on the couch. Cocktail glasses hovering near their lips, eyes locked on each other, and hands rapidly exploring each other's bodies. I could not remember his name, but he was already pawing Cindy's breasts, and she was actively rubbing his crotch.

Was I jealous? Strangely... no. I was curious to see how far they would go, right there in the family room, in front of everyone and how fast. But I was soon distracted by a tap on my shoulder. As I turned to see who it was, it was likely the only woman left in the room who had not yet paired up with someone. And I had no idea why. Though probably ten years older than me, she was quite attractive. With straight dark auburn hair, cut shoulder-length and curled under towards her chin. She was wearing lipstick to match, and it beautifully accented her dark, piercing eyes.

"I'm Bonnie," she said as our eyes met.

"Yes, Bonnie," I repeated. "I'm Ron." I extended my hand to shake hers, but instead of accepting it, she leaned toward me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Would you like to try another room?" she whispered in my ear.

My interest in what Cindy was doing vanished in an instant, as I'm sure that was Bonnie's intention. She led us to one of the bedrooms, and as we sat on the bed, she took our drinks and placed them on the nearby bedside table. Bonnie was not a woman of many words, but that's not to say her lips weren't busy. We soon found ourselves acting like teenagers, and it was exciting.

Bonnie was an excellent kisser, and just like Cindy and her new friend, I was soon fondling her bodacious boobies, and she was running her hand up and down my crotch. I was as hard as a rock, and she knew it. Still locked at the lips, she began unbuttoning my shirt, and once she was done with that, she pushed me to my back. She quickly slid off the bed, unbuckled my belt, yanked down the zipper, and wiggled my pants from my body.

As I was now naked, except for my socks and my unbuttoned shirt, she quickly undressed herself and rejoined me on the bed, now as naked as the day she was born. At first, we resumed kissing, but it wasn't long before her interest began to move south. Breaking our kiss, her lips soon began a sensuous series of traveling kisses across my face, down my neck and my chest to my eagerly awaiting joystick. Bonnie wasted no time in engulfing me until her nose was buried in my freshly trimmed pubes. Her mouth was the wettest thing I had ever felt. And watching her dark red lips effortlessly slide up and down my glistening pole, I knew I wouldn't last long. "You're going to make me cum," I finally wheezed.

Again, she didn't say a word but allowed me to slip from her mouth. But instead of allowing me to rest, she swung her leg over my midsection and sat down. I assume she was going to fuck me cowgirl style, but remembering the rules, I asked, "Aren't we supposed to use a condom?"

"Don't worry," she said with a smile, "I'm not going to fuck you. I want to watch you cum."

And with that, she began sliding up and down my purple phallus. I pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it under my head. Still wearing my open shirt, I watched in amazement her sopping wet pussy lips sliding back and forth. This entire time, her massive boobs were dangling only inches from my face, and as I'm sure you can imagine, it didn't take long for my just rewards to come. And cum they did. I shot wave after wave of hot man cream up my chest, almost to my neck.

"Good boy," she purred, "good boy."

I could barely speak, but I managed to wheeze, "You did all the work. I just lay here and did nothing."

She scooted down off my legs, and as I moved up the bed, she asked, "Can you go again?"

Still trying to catch my breath, I was able to say, "I think so, but I'll need a little manual encouragement."

"Oh, I bet I can handle that," she alluringly teased. Bonnie grabbed a towel to clean us both up a bit, then, after sitting up to finish our drinks, she went back to work. She stroked me for a good ten minutes while we resumed kissing. Then she tenderly sucked on me for another good five to six minutes. Once I was properly revived, she sat up, pulled a condom from the bedside basket, and expertly rolled it on. Safely encasing my pleasure pole in latex.

Now the pressure was on for me to please her as successfully as she had satisfied me. I felt a little intimidated, but as she rolled to her back and spread her legs, what I needed to do was clear. The door to the bedroom was open, and as I moved into position between Bonnie's knees, I noticed another couple watching us. But for some reason, it didn't bother me. However, it did put a little additional pressure on me to perform.

As my tower of power settled deeply into her tunnel of love, I felt invigorated. Bonnie felt fresh to me. Wet, slippery, and warm. Yet snug and comforting at the same time. I moved my arms behind her legs, and as I brought her knees to her chest, the other couple slowly entered the room and cautiously sat on the bed beside us. I knew they were there, but I was busy. I'm sure my face was red, because it certainly felt hot, and beads of sweat were dripping from my brow. But glancing over at them, I realized that the guy was lying on his back, and the woman was warming him up with a blow job.

I glanced back at Bonnie, and I realized she was about to cum. I sank my pelvis deep into her groin several more times, and Bingo! She started shaking and squirming, and I felt a rush of fluids squirt from her loins. Her climax quickly brought on my own, and as I released her legs from behind my arms, I collapsed onto her chest. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugged me so tightly she almost squeezed the breath from me. But at that point, I didn't seem to care.

Slowly, she released her grip, allowing me to slide to her side, away from the other couple on the bed. The other woman was now on top of her companion as she rode him like a crazed cowgirl. Lying side by side with them, we watched the other couple for several minutes. Bonnie even took the other guy's hand and held it tightly, leading me to think that he may have been her husband. Eventually, Bonnie and I rolled from the bed, allowing the other couple to finish on their own.

Starke naked, we both wandered back into the family room. I think Bonnie headed for the bar, but I couldn't help but notice Cindy and her friend still at it. They were also both fully nude, and he had her bent over the arm of the couch. They both had their feet on the floor, and he was pounding her from behind--doggy style.

The weird thing was that I wasn't jealous. I felt a warm glow of satisfaction knowing that she was enjoying herself and was comfortable in the knowledge that she would still be going home with me that night, excited to show me all the new things she had learned. And to my great relief--that is precisely what happened.