The following is based on a true episode that occurred in the wonderful days before the horror of AIDS. Now I would never have sex with someone I did not know without a condom.
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I had just gotten home from work and fixed myself a drink when Sandy came in the door. "Did you have a nice vacation day," I asked my beautiful and adventurous wife, well aware she had taken a day of vacation. Knowing her as I did, there would be a sexy story to tell.
"Yeah, it was great," she said as she took a long sip of the drink I had fixed for her. "Let's go in the bedroom, I want to get out of these heels." I followed her, as always admiring the gentle sway of her hips in the wrap-around skirt.
"This morning I went shopping and then I met Jim for lunch," she continued as she kicked off her heels. Then she smiled and walked across the bedroom to stand directly in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. We kissed, confirming our love for each other. "I guess you would like to hear about my day," she said.
"Well, you can leave off the shopping part. Just start with Jim and lunch."
Sandy and I had swung with Jim and his wife Carol but always as a foursome. I knew Jim really liked Sandy but most swingers I have met limit their experiences to couples only. Sandy and I didn't and obviously Jim and Carol did not either. I ran my hand slowly up under her skirt between her bare legs. She spread her legs so I could continue to the top. Her outer lips were swollen and moist and I felt the unmistakable stickiness of semen in her pubic hair.
"What happened to your panty hose and underwear?"
"We had a corner booth at the restaurant, and Jim made me go to the ladies room and remove them."
I began unbuttoning her blouse. "Did he play with your pussy right there at the table?"
"Oh yeah," she replied, "he made me pull my skirt up around my hips and spread my legs. While he was giving the waiter our order, he was fingering me. This guy across from us at another table guessed what was going on and he kept dropping his silver ware and sneaking a peek under the table. It was hilarious. Jim made me play with myself until I climaxed right there at the table."
Knowing how verbal Sandy is, I asked, "How did you cover that up?"
"I pretended to have a coughing fit," she laughed, "But there were two woman at a table close us who I don't think were fooled. I saw them looking at me and whispering and then smiling when I had the coughing fit."
I slid Sandy's blouse off. Her nipples were distended and the area around them red. I knew to be gentle as I sucked one into my mouth. The fact that another guy had done the exact same thing just hours earlier really turned me on.
"Then we went to Jim's house and he showed me their 'adult playroom'. It's off their bedroom and has two king size beds in it. One wall has some really nice erotic art and the other one has mirrors. One of those leather sex swings hangs from the ceiling in one corner and they must have one of every dildo, vibrator and sex toy that was ever made."