I was approaching my 30th birthday had just broken up with a girl who had been living with me. I decided to try something different, and answered a few classified ads in a local entertainment magazine. They weren’t explicit — ‘MWC looking for fun times.’
I was always curious about swinging, but had never tried it. I had attempted it once before, with a couple who lived a few towns away. It seemed that the guy was more interested in me than she was. Finally, during dinner, he asked if I’d mind if he blew me while I ate his wife. I wasn’t into bi, so things went downhill from there. He was so pushy, the whole idea became a turnoff.
A few days after answering the ads, a message was left on my answering machine. I met with a couple who more or less screened single men for their private swing club. Most swing clubs want couples only, but these people were willing to allow a few single men to participate.
They were really nice. I was given the phone number and private address of the party house. I took that Saturday night off from the nightclub I worked at, dressed up, and headed to the party.
I was a little nervous, to say the least. Here I was, in a roomful of strangers — all there for the purpose of extramarital sex — and I really didn’t know how to ‘get involved’ or approach one of the many women who interested me. I went to the kitchen to fix a drink, and a woman named Donna followed me. She seemed to be about 40, with a nice face and really nice body.
‘We noticed you haven’t chosen any of us girls yet,’ said Donna. ‘Is everything okay?’
I told her I was unsure about how to tastefully approach someone.
‘You mean you want to fuck, but you’re not sure how to ask? Would you like to go upstairs with me?’
She took my hand and led me upstairs. This was no ordinary house. No furniture, except for beds. It was dimly lit, and we passed a couple who was deeply involved in 69.
Donna sat on the bed and I stood before her. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingernails through the hair on my chest as we listened to the couple next to us moan and gasp. I ran my fingers through her hair as she undid my belt. I stopped her and pulled off her top, exposing a bra filled with two tanned breasts. I removed her bra and stared at her body as she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. My cock was standing at full attention as she slipped my underwear off.
I took her hands and she stood up. I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Donna wore no panties, and her nicely-cropped pussy and tan lines greeted me as I knelt before her to pull her pants off her legs.
Donna asked me to lie on the bed. There I was, naked on a bed with a total stranger, my cock pointing straight up, and the couple next to us fucking hard enough to rock the floor. I was suddenly distracted by Donna’s mouth on my cock. One hand gently gripped the base of my dick while her tongue licked the head. She looked up at me, grinning. I let her suck on me as long as she wanted.
Then I returned the favor. I had Donna lay on the bed, while I licked her breasts and sucked on her nipples. I could feel her hands groping my cock as I bit gently on her nipples. I kissed her stomach, my cock gently brushing across her trimmed bush, teasing her.
I slid down and kissed her abdomen, purposely avoiding her pussy so as to tease her. I looked up. Her eyes were tightly closed as she caressed her breasts and touched her nipples.
Donna smelled so good. I brought her knees up, positioned my face between her legs, and buried my lips in her pussy while I held the cheeks of her tanned ass. I darted my tongue in and out, then teased her clit.
As I concentrated more on Donna’s clit, her ass muscles tightened. I teased the skin between her pussy and her ass with my fingertip while I licked and sucked on her clit. I now had a writhing, bucking woman on my hands.
After Donna came, she grabbed my arms and pulled me up on top of her. Her one hand clutched my neck, pushing my face against hers as we French-kissed. Her other hand guided my stiff, throbbing cock into her warm, moist pussy. I stroked her slowly while her hands pushed down on my ass. Just as I felt ready to come, I pulled out, and went down on her again.
After Donna came a second time, she lay me down on my back and straddled me. Again she guided me into her, and she rode my cock hard. The cheeks of her ass pounded my thighs and she threw her head back. I could hold back no longer, and shot my come into her. I felt great, still marveling at this new, unorthodox experience. We kissed and snuggled a bit, then cleaned up and dressed.
The night ended and I knew this was some kind of experience I’d never forget. The next morning, my phone rang. It was Donna’s husband. He asked if I’d like to return to the party house that night for another get-together — this time with less people. Since I had the night off and was feeling even more adventurous, I agreed.
When I arrived, the scene was somewhat different. Since many couples had to work the next morning, there was no social scene. We headed down to the basement, which was paneled and carpeted. In the back was what appeared to be a giant bed — actually many mattresses pushed together. Donna winked at me, but another woman, Rosalie, grabbed my hand. Everyone undressed at once and hopped on the big bed.
Rosalie, a little shorter than Donna with dark hair, kept her stockings and garter belt on. She and I were on a far corner of the bed, and other couples were already going at it. I glanced over at Donna, who was now busy with a cock in her mouth while the guy’s wife stroked her pussy.
Rosalie recaptured my attention by waving my stiff dick.
‘Donna told me about this dick, honey. Now I want some. You’ve got a big cockhead. It’s almost like having my own little baseball bat.’
Rosalie gave me one of he best blowjobs of my life. It was an unreal scene. I opened my eyes and turned my head as I was coming in her mouth, only too see a guy ramming his cock into a chubby girl’s pussy not one foot away from me!
‘Donna also told me about that tongue,’ said Rosalie. The next thing I knew, she was straddling my shoulders, sitting on my face. I clutched the cheeks of her ass and licked the furry bush that was riding my face. I pushed her forward a bit,and my tongue found her ass. I darted my tongue in and out and she rode my mouth.
Rosalie came twice while I ate her. She then asked me to fuck her. Her husband, not three feet away, nodded his approval while I got on top of his wife and filled her pussy with my cock. Her husband smiled as another chubby girl played with his dick.
Rosalie grabbed my face and looked me straight in the eye with a wicked smile.
‘I want you to fuck my brains out,’ she growled. ‘Take that baseball bat cock of yours and hit a homer in my pussy. Just fuck me hard. My husband loves to watch me get pounded by other guys!’
I did what was asked. My balls slapped her ass as I drove my dick repeatedly into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my back and arched hers, pushing me deeper into her. I thrust, pumped, slammed — just plain fucked her hard as I could. My ass muscles tightened as I shot everything I had into her.
I was sweating. She was soaked. Rosalie smiled as she tenderly played with my somewhat-sore dick.
‘You are a hot one,’ she said. ‘I’m glad you joined us.’
My third swing adventure came one week later. Evidently, my number had been passed around. I wasn’t mad — I was flattered. Here were these people who wanted me to fuck their wives while they watched.
I spoke with a couple on the phone who called. They had not been at either party. I invited them over to my apartment, which {now that I think about it} was rather risky.
I answered the bell and there stood a couple who appeared to be in their late 40s. I can’t recall her name. She had a slightly outdated hairstyle and about 25 extra pounds. I didn’t let appearances hold me back. They seemed nice — and they were. New friends and hot lovers don’t need to look like magazine models.
I fixed us all a drink and we watched an x-rated movie. His wife sat between us on the couch.
‘Don’t be shy with her,’ said her husband. ‘You don’t mind if she gets a little forward, do you?’ I said I didn’t mind, and that was her green light to unzip my pants. She pushed the coffee table away from the couch and sucked me off, right in front of her smiling husband.
After I came, we all went into my bedroom. I had the bed stripped to just a sheet, and we hopped on. We took turns undressing her, then undressed ourselves. I got on one side of her, while her husband took the other side. She had our dicks in her hands, stroking us, jerking us off.
He moved toward her mouth, while I played with her big, furry bush. Her hairy, steamy pussy was intriguing. I ran the tip of my cock over her clit while she blew her husband. I sank my face into her little forest and ate her. I noticed the husband was now next to me, watching me go down on his wife. She came hard.
What happened next was even more unbelievable. She lay on her side and pulled one knee toward her chest. Her husband entered her, and started pumping while she motioned me to bring my cock over near her mouth. My dick was inside her mouth while her husband fucked away. My second orgasm of the night was intense. She swallowed everything, and her husband never missed a beat. He came inside her and our fuck session ended.
I moved to another state {job offer} soon after my swinging adventures began. I never forgot my swinging friends or the lusty, good times we shared. To think the first couple nearly ended it before it began. The pushy husband almost ruined it for me forever.
I’m convinced that swingers are very special people — people who like to have fun and enjoy sex without hangups, strings or commitments.
by Rich
