This story is about a married lady having extra-marital sex. If you don't care for that kind of tale, perhaps you should skip this one.
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Would You Mind?
by Adam Gunn
"Would you mind," Lynda asked me, "if I went on a date with Daniel?"
"A date?" My wife was asking me if she could go on a date with a man. "What kind of a date?"
"A date kind of date. You know, drinks, dinner, maybe a movie."
"Anything else?"
"It would sort of depend on what you would mind," she answered, seriously and yet not.
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Lynda and I were swingers, had been for a few years. It was my idea to start, Lynda was never what I would call resistant, yet it took over fifteen months for her to agree. It was such a disquieting - and yet exciting - time in our lives. We were in our fifties, the kids were out of the house and she had her worries, the same ones every woman who is thinking of losing her monogamy seems to have. Would we still love each other? Was she sexy enough? How would we find someone? And all the rest.
We eventually resolved our issues, we met a couple on line, they didn't work out. Another couple didn't even bother showing, in the fifth couple we found the trinket we were looking for.
Jim and Barbara were experienced, we met for drinks, they seemed nice, a few days later we agreed to a second date. At their house we were nervous, they calmed us. Eventually Barbara led me into the guest bedroom, a half hour later as we were making love I heard the clamor of Lynda's shrieks, I knew she was having the same good time I was. Later in our own bed, we told each other of the experiences, screwed each other as hard as we had the others earlier.
We dated Barbara and Jim regularly for a number of months, made it past several hurdles. The first night we all made love in the same room was a trial, as I watched Jim's prick skewer my bride I felt slightly jealous, Barbara said she had a particularly fine time of it. Then it slowed, perhaps it became a little mundane.
We found other lovers, four couples were intimate with us, each time we took new people our interest peaked. Over two years we'd been in bed with other people perhaps twenty times, we were used to it, we both liked it.
Our latest partners were a younger couple, Daniel and Andrea. We met them at a swing club, it was an off night, few couples were there and we were, apparently, good enough for them. Andrea was just a few years older than my daughter, she apparently didn't mind my age, we had a wild time. At the same time my wife was entertained by Daniel, ruggedly rakish, twenty years her junior. As I always do, I watched them as I screwed Andrea, he put my wife in positions I'd rarely thought of before, much less attempted. As I grunted my seed into my youngster, the other couple wasn't close to finishing. After a few seconds of calming with me, Andrea left my mattress, approached the others, fused into their efforts. At the time Lynda had been introduced to girl/girl play, but she and Andrea took it to a new level, kissing and touching and even performing oral sex on each other. It wasn't the first time Lynda had been involved with another woman, but this certainly was the apex of her involvement so far. And even when the two women were clasping each other, Daniel was there, feeling Lynda's breasts or ass, letting her suck on his prick, pinioning her, and, yes, impaling her with his rod. My wife cried in excitement, in amusement, in passion as these champions screwed her silly.
From the safety of the other mattress I watched, and when Andrea rejoined me, trying to get my rather ancient libido to resurrect itself, I still watched Daniel and Lynda as they joyfully enacted naked aerobatics. When he added his strong grunts to her hawklike calls, I knew she was being filled with his warm broth.
Quickly upon the accomplishment of Lynda's copulation with her lover, Andrea squeezed herself into the skimpy clothes she'd worn and departed the room. Yet Daniel and my spouse seemingly felt no desire to uncouple. They continued to cuddle, his hands roamed her body, she kissed him fervidly. I could have joined them, I guess, left my mattress to become part of the sprightliness, but a strange aura warned me I might not be welcome, and so I observed my wife as she rekindled the passion. His prick was suckled anew, her clitoris was aggravated by finger and mouth to a renewal of zenith, she welcomed Daniel as he spread her legs with his knees, climbed into position, penetrated her again.
Perhaps they ignored me, perhaps they simply weren't aware of my presence, but neither looked to me, they seemed lost in their own world. As he thrusted himself deeply, she swayed back and forth on her posterior, accepting this strange man completely. She came loudly and often, if Daniel had a second orgasm it was quiet and unobtrusive. And then came a second quiet time, his body overflowing hers, and they made a silent decision to disentangle.
It was then that Daniel looked to me, said, "You've got a really wonderful woman here, thanks for sharing."
"You too," I agreed, "tell Andrea I had a really good time." He began to pull on his trousers, Lynda joined him in the activity, soon the three of us were dressed, left the room. Lynda seemed pleased, tired (as she had every right to be,) and quenched. She seemed uninterested in immersion in the hot tub, another drink, a trip to the dance floor. A short time later, I opened the car door for her.
Her demeanor was dreamy, she asked, "Did you like Andrea?"
"Yeah, she was interesting. You had a real good time with Daniel."
"Yes." Lynda seemed to not to want to dissect the evening, something we normally loved to do. But when our front door was locked behind us and the lights were off, she assailed me. As she mounted me, I wondered if she was thinking of me or the roué she'd let take her earlier. Again she powerfully came, the dampness of her womb - some of it his - drove me to the second orgasm of the night. Then we slept.
I remember the lovely time after we woke was filled with her descriptions of our experience. "He seemed to fill me up completely." "I loved the way he kissed me." "Andrea seemed very sweet to you." "God, that was great!" And we resolved to try to see them again.
Unfortunately, for the next month Lynda received nothing but excuses, although Daniel insisted they'd like to get together again. And then, nothing was heard from them for over half a year.
We had more, other lovers during that period. We renewed our erotic relationship with Jim and Barbara. We met another couple on-line, invited them to our home, took them to separate rooms then ate peach pie naked in the living room. Twice at the swing club couples more our age picked us up. At my urging, Lynda went into a room with a single woman and although Rachel didn't mind if I touched her, she was much more into Lynda than I, I screwed my wife while the two women were entangled. It seemed that the single night with Andrea and Daniel was forgotten.
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The night came when, in the warmth of our bed, Lynda asked, "Would you mind if I went on a date with Daniel?"
"A date? What kind of a date?"
"A date kind of date. You know, drinks, dinner, maybe a movie."
"Anything else?"
"It would sort of depend, on just what you would mind." This was a deviation from our sexual patterns. Never before had either of us had a date without the other, our playtime had always involved both of us. As I hesitated, Lynda continued, "If you don't want me to, I won't."
My mind was on fire. "What about Andrea?"
