Even though we swing, my wife (Paola) had always been very bashful and unnecessarily self conscious. She stands 5’4”, weighs 110 pounds and has perfect tits with protruding nipples slightly larger than pencil erasers. The nipples were the cause of her self consciousness and she flatly refused to go anywhere without a bra or other nipple shield. Everyone we have been with has told her that her concerns are unfounded, but she was steadfast and refused to change. We frequently travel together and, in efforts to boost her confidence, I have encouraged her to go braless and pickup someone for some fun. She still refused to give in.
For our most recent vacation, she left two weeks before me and went on a cruise with her parents. After their cruise, I was to meet them in Paris where we would stay until her parents returned to Chile and we traveled to Germany for our two weeks together. Before she left, I encouraged her to be naughty, but fill me in when I arrived.
Unfortunately (maybe) I was delayed three days and her parents had to return home just a few hours before I landed. As I was walking towards baggage claims, I noticed a sexy woman with a VERY short and shear white dress. I did not know if my eyes were playing tricks or not, but I could have sworn I could see pussy lips, and the lines appeared to be tan lines, not panty lines. As she turned, my gaze fell upon a braless and perfect rack. It took several seconds before I realized those titties were coming towards me. I forced myself to look up, after a second downward glance and confirmation that I had seen pussy lips, and realized Paola had finally given in and was doing as I had asked. And from the look on her face she was enjoying it more than I had ever imagined.
My wife Lori and I have just experienced our first taste of the swinging lifestyle and the lurid details are Penthouse Letters worthy. First some background. Lori and I met in college. We’re both in our early forties and very sexually active. Lori’s naked body hasn’t changed since we met. Hot legs, gorgeous tits and an ass to die for. Our relationship has always had a strong physical component and so it is actually no surprise that we have finally ended up adding this new exciting dimension to our marriage. In college , Lori had the reputation of being the campus cock-sucker and an easy lay.
My first date with her confirmed her notoriety as within 3 hours I was 9 inches deep into the little harlot. Not long after marrying, we began reading Penthouse Letters as a couple and watching porn that featured group activities. Lori even treated herself to an adulterous tryst on a European vacation she took with a girlfriend. She couldn’t keep her paws off the 25 year-old Italian tour guide and proceeded to fuck and suck the guy with her girlfriend joining the foray.
With my birthday coming up, Randy asked me what was the one thing I had always wanted. My answer was that I wanted two men, which had always been a sexual fantasy of mine. So we got on the Internet and found a web site for swingers. We weeded through all the contenders and picked the lucky guy. I was really nervous, but wasn’t about to back out now.
Vic, the guy we’d chosen, came over around seven one night, and I told him I’d never done anything like this before. He just smiled and took me by the hand, and the three of us went into the bedroom, where Randy had candles lit. Vic slowly began to undress me, then laid me back on the bed as he undressed himself. He started by kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. He was very gentle and slow, letting me relax and not trying to rush anything. Meanwhile Randy was just standing there watching.
Two years ago my wife and I got a divorce, and it totally broke me. I was so broke that I was forced to rent a trailer till I could get my life straightened out. It was a dismal little place, but at least it was a roof over my head. I got a job now and then, and I spent the rest of my time playing video games.
A few days after I moved in there was a knock on my door. I answered it to see a guy standing there who I didn’t readily recognize. He introduced himself as Harry, one of my neighbors. He was a good-looking guy, apparently in his late 20s. He said he wanted to welcome me and tell me about a fireworks display and community party that was happening that weekend. He said I should attend it, so I could meet some of the people in the trailer park.
I thanked him and invited him in, and we chatted for a few minutes. When he noticed the video game I’d been playing, he asked what it was. We got to talking about video games, and we even played for awhile before he had to leave.
Submitted by ghostwriter55
My wife Kathy and I try to experience different places in our busy lives. We are a couple in our middle thirties. She keeps in herself in very good shape by working out the gym 4 days a week.. My wife owns her own retail business and I’m an engineer. We worked all year long in the w/o taking time off and I think we were burnt out. Our sex life was non existant. We were home one evening and we saw a commercial for Vegas. Kat looked at me and said What do you think? We had never been to Vegas and we thought why not. Kat did some research on planning the trip and we decided to go late June to Cesear’s Palace. We are not big gamblers but both of us like to play. She is mostly a slots girl and I like to play “Let it Ride” or Blackjack.
We went for five days and while the first two were rather routine and sexless then next two would make up for it. It was Friday and went down to the casino and Kat played her slots. . I decided to venture off the tables. I could not find a “Let it Ride” table was open so I decided to try my luck at Texas Hold Em.. There was 5 people at the table including an Asian woman to my right. She was very attractive with black hair and slight build. She was doing quite well as she had a large staff of chips in front of her.
My wife and I are your average late-30s couple except we don’t have children not by design and we’re swingers. We love to experiment sexually. Roz is still very attractive—five feet eight, with medium-length hair and a great shape. I’m a six-five redhead. We both work out.
We were trying out a new restaurant, which we found so packed, you could barely get into the bar. The guy next to us knocked over his beer, then apologized and offered to buy us a round. He introduced himself as Barry and his wife as Fran. Barry was about five-ten Fran a petite Asian woman, about five feet. Both had a great sense of humor and were easy to talk to. When a table for four came open, we asked them to join us.
During dinner Barry said he was in real estate and Fran was office manager for an importing firm. I said to her that that sounded interesting. She said it was, but rather cutthroat at times.
Barry laughed and said, “My wife is underestimating herself. In her office she’s known as the tiger.”
Roz said, “No way this tiny woman can be a tiger.”
Fran, smiling, said, “Oh, it’s true. When I want something, nothing will stop me.”
Barry said, “Don’t let her size fool you. She can bring anyone to their knees.”
The booze was going down smooth. Roz suggested we go back to our place for more drinks. Once there, Barry and I drank scotch as we watched a fight on TV the women drank wine in the living room. After the fight, as we entered the living room, Fran said, “You do what?”
Roz said, “We’re swingers. We enjoy having sex with other people. It’s not cheating because the partner’s in the next room having sex. It’s a way to release stress. It’s a great feeling, having another man’s dick in me. We love each other, but it’s a way to spice up our marriage.”
Fran laughed, then said, “You’ve met two square pegs in Barry and me. I’m a 30-something woman who’s never seen a man’s dick be sides Bar ry’s, and I haven’t seen his for two years, at least not hard. He’s had, uh, problems. We tried pills, role-playing and all, but nothing worked. A year ago we just stopped trying and buried ourselves in work.”
Roz, her face expres sing disbelief, walked over and gave Fran a hug. Fran wiped a tear away. “It’s not so bad,” she said. “I don’t miss it.”
You knew that was a lie.
I felt bad for Barry. No guy wants to have his erection problems discussed with strangers. Roz said, “I’ve heard in some cases a man can be aroused if something out of the ordinary happens. It gets him going.” She said to Fran, “Are you guys desperate enough to try something? If you start, you can’t turn back. Or ask any questions.”
Fran looked at Barry and said, “I’m desperate enough and horny enough to try anything,” and he agreed.
Roz took Fran’s hand and walked over to Barry. Roz took off Barry’s shirt, then his other clothing, leaving him standing naked, soft as can be. “Okay, Fran,” Roz said, “take off your clothes, and I’ll take off mine.” Within a minute Barry had a pair of women in front of him naked. Still no sign of life.
Roz told Fran to sit on the couch, then took Barry’s soft cock in hand and led him to the other couch. She had him sit, then sat on his lap and rubbed his balls. I took off my shirt and walked over to Fran. Roz told her to finish undressing me. Fran undid my jeans and lowered them. As I stepped out of them, my rising cock popped through my boxers. I removed the shorts. I was fully aroused.
Without Roz saying a word, Fran kissed my cock. She placed her tongue on the bottom and tongued her way to the top. Then she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. Her head went slowly up and down. Suddenly, as if a switch went off, her head was go ing up and down at incred ible speed, but her lips kept a strong grip on my cock. She placed her hand at the base of my cock and went even faster.
I never had a woman play with my cock with such vigor and tenacity. Watching her, it took all my self-control not to blow. I saw an image of her as a tiger with her prey in her mouth. I tried to slow her down but couldn’t. And this bit of a thing was taking down every inch.
I had to do something! I dropped to my knees and fell back on the floor, but all that time she never slowed down! She was pounding my cock like nobody ever had.
Suddenly I heard Roz say , “Barry and I are going to the bedroom.” I looked over, and she had his cock in her hand. There’s nothing more stimulating for a man than watching his wife suck a guy’s cock. My buildup was out of control, and I came.
Fran smiled and let out a roar. “This tiger gets what she wants,” she said as she wiped me up with my shirt.
From the other room I heard sounds of pleasure from Barry and Roz. I figured his problem was solved!
I looked at Fran and could only think, this tiger needs to be tamed. I let her up on the couch, spread her legs and kissed the insides, up to the very small amount of hair around her pussy, then stuck my tongue in her and stroked it in and out. She positioned her legs around my neck such that I couldn’t move. I worked on her clit, and she started to moan.
She was giving off plenty of moisture. Then she began to shake. When her legs tight ened round my neck, I knew she was coming. By the time she removed her legs, with a grin, I was hard again, and determined to tame the tiger. I flipped her over—face on the couch, ass in the air, and slid in her moist pussy.
She turned her head to me and said, “Let’s see what ya got,” and with my hips positioned behind her, I pounded her as fast as I could. With each stroke her moans got louder. She balled her hands into fists and pounded them on the couch. She began shak ing again, and came harder than before.
She turned to me again and grinned. I moved back and laid on the floor. She laid next to me and purred like a kitten. Just as I was thinking I’d tamed this tiger, she said, “That all ya got?”
She took my cock back in her mouth and soon had herself positioned on top of me with my cock inside her. Then she was riding up and down on me. I couldn’t hold out any longer. As I came, she gave another roar and collapsed onto me. I came hard, my cock pulsing in her like never before.
For a good five minutes I couldn’t move. Fran’s warm body was against mine, a big smile on her face. When I could move, I picked her up and headed for the bedroom. There we found my wife on all fours with Barry shoving his hard cock in and out of her ass. This is her favorite position, on all fours taking it up the ass. Fran and I just watched. Finally he gave a grunt as he shot his load on her ass. They collapsed on the bed.
Roz turned to Fran and said, “Problem solved. He came three times.”
The next day we were supposed to meet them for lunch. In the morning the phone rang Roz answered it. She talked awhile, then said, “That’s fine.”
She said, “Fran and Barry will not be meeting us for lunch. They spent the whole night screwing, and Fran says she can’t budge and Barry can’t move a muscle.
Roz and I just laughed.—L.H., Pasadena, California
Rachel and I were drawn to each other in college, since we were both rather shy and had been raised with strict religious principles. She wore thick glasses and thick er clothing and did nothing to enhance her appearance. We were both virgins, and though we became close friends over the years, nothing romantic happened until our last night on campus.
I had taken a job out of state, and Rachel was staying to work toward her master’s. We were both sad at losing our best friend, and I’d sprung for a cheap bottle of champagne. It didn’t take much to get us giggling and acting crazy. I don’t know whose idea it was, but at one point we played strip poker. When I saw her naked, it was a revelation. Her body was small but curvy, maybe 32-22-34, with a really cute ass.
We end ed up having sex, and after graduation we got together on weekends and whenever we could to have sex. It was good, though Rachel had trouble reaching orgasm. I did all I could, like going online for all the information I could find. I learned manual and oral stimulation, and gradually she was able to come most of the time, but only once. It was fine, she said, but it still bothered me that I couldn’t give her multiple orgasms.
A year later we got married, and did well enough to buy a nice house, a boat and two cars, but not being able to give my wife multiple orgasms preyed on me. A coworker told Rachel about a website that claimed to help women become more orgasmic. It didn’t help. I sug gested we visit a swingers’ club to watch, may be learn some things. We got home horny as hell, but one climax was still it for her.
We had looked at online per sonal ads when we were looking into swingers’ clubs, and one inter ested me. The couple owned an organic vegetable farm and boarded horses. The ad said they were both highly multiorgasmic. I told Rachel I wanted to learn their secret.
We discussed the idea of actually swinging. Rachel said she always felt bad she couldn’t have multiples, as it bothered me so much. If do ing it with other people could change that, she said, she was willing to give it a try.
We e-mailed the couple and got a reply the next day. We corresponded for a week and sent pictures. The man, Cliff, was tall and deep ly tanned, like a cowboy. The woman, Dana, had an Asian look. We learned later that she was half Chinese.
They lived 150 miles away. We set up a meeting, on a Friday, at a restaurant near their home. We hit it off. They were both in their 30s, both well-educated and personable. When they invited us to come to their farm after dinner, we accepted.
They had an impressive spread, with a big house with a hot tub. As we settled down in the living room, Cliff brought out a bottle of good champagne. This brought back memories of what had happened with Rachel and me that night, and I ended up telling the story, to her em bar rassment. Cliff laughed and suggested we play strip poker! The first two people naked would have to put on a show for the other two. To my surprise, Rachel on her second glass of champagne said it sounded like fun.
Dana and I were the first to lose everything. Cliff still had his boxers Rachel was down to bra and panties.
They had a monster sofa that folded out into a king-size bed. Cliff and I set it up while Dana got sheets and towels. While Rachel and Cliff sat on a love seat, Dana and I did some serious kissing. Her tongue was magic, her lips lush. I was hard before I touched her breasts.
After a minute Dana took hold of my rod and asked if I like oral sex. I said hell yes. She positioned us in a 69 and with me tonguing her pussy came in a couple of minutes. A minute later I shot in her mouth. She swallowed my entire load.
Now it was Rachel’s and Cliff’s turn. She had be gun another glass of champagne, and when he kissed her, she responded passionately, moaning into his mouth. By the time they broke, he had his fingers in her panties. As he slid them off, she looked over at me. I winked.
Cliff took off her bra while kissing down to her breasts. While tonguing her nipples, he rubbed her pussy, making her squirm wildly. She was dripping wet. He put a pillow under her hips and went down on her, tonguing in and out. Her body jumped and twitched, as it does when she nears climax.
Cliff slid a finger in, then eased it in and out. Rachel cried out and thrust upward. He added another finger, which made her squeal and moan. He shoved the fingers in and held them there, but I saw his hand moving, like he was working his fingers in her. I learned later he was rubbing her G-spot. After a moment Rachel gave a full-throated yell and exploded as violently as I ever saw. Her body arched off the bed, the lower half buck ing hard against Cliff’s fingers. Her eyes were shut, and her climax seemed to go on for minutes.
She was still moaning as he removed his fingers and went down on her, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her pussy up over her clit. As he did this he removed his shorts, and I saw that he was fully erect—the largest cock I’d ever seen, curving up toward his stomach. It was so big, I worried about Rachel. Dana saw my concern, and whispered that Cliff is the gentlest man and most considerate lover she ever had. She began kissing me again, but I kept an eye on Rachel. She’d nearly passed out from her monster climax, and still hadn’t opened her eyes.
Cliff knelt between her legs and spread them, and then rubbed his dickhead over her slit. Rachel stirred and moaned again, still hot. He rubbed his dick around her clit, and her stomach twitched. Her hips pushed up unmistakably. Her hands went to her breasts, and she played with them, pulling at the nipples, something I had never seen her do.
When Cliff began pushing his dickhead in Rachel, she yelped. Opening her eyes, she raised her head to look down at him. “Ohmy god!” she cried, and gave another cry when he had a few inches in. He paused. I saw her cunt lips stretched tight around his dick. It was thick as well as long. I didn’t think she could take more.
Cliff didn’t try. He pulled out and went back down on Rachel, licking her clit while again putting two fingers in her and manipulating her G-spot. She came almost instantly, and hard. He moved up again and pushed the same few inches in, or maybe a bit more. She was moaning, but didn’t ask him to stop. He did, though. He pulled back a little, then slowly pushed back in, gain ing another inch or two.
I was sure Rachel had reached her limit, but Cliff rocked back and forth, his dick coming out and sliding back in, farther each time. He reached down and put his thumb to her clit and rotated it. She groaned, her body straining upward. She was moaning steadily, her hips rising and falling to his thrusts. Then she was shaking, and then coming again.
Afterward she seemed drained. When she could speak, she asked Cliff to pull out and let her rest. He did as she asked.
After resting for a couple of minutes, Rachel reached for Cliff’s dick and tried to give him oral sex but could not get much in her small mouth. So she licked down his shaft. When she got to his balls, he grabbed himself and began jerking off. She pushed his hands away and stroked him herself, with her mouth over his dick head, till he came with such force, he nearly blew her head off. She swal lowed all she could half wound up on her face.
Dana helped Rachel to the bathroom to clean up. I had a raging hard-on. When they returned, Dana laid me on the bed, went down on me for a minute or two, then got on top. Given the size of her husband’s cock, I worried she’d hardly feel my normal-size one. I was surprised to find she was just as tight as Rachel. Later I learned she does exercises to tighten her pussy. It actually squeezed my dick as she rode me up and down, coming before I blew my load up in her.
Rachel, recovered, was determined to satisfy Cliff. She had him lie on his back and tried again to go down on him, scratching his balls lightly with one hand and massaging his dick with the other while sucking the head. After a few minutes he was hard again. She got on top of him, and after she was unable to stuff him in her, he removed her hands, grabbed his dick, spread her pussy lips with his fingers and guided her down.
With about two-thirds of it in her, she began moving up and down while he played with her clit and a breast. When he realized she was about to come again, he put his hands on her hips, and just as she began another body-shaking orgasm, he pushed down on her hips until he was buried in her. Screaming, she rubbed her clit up and down his belly as she continued to come. It went on about five minutes, until she collapsed on top of him, panting and saying “thank you” over and over.
Cliff, still hard, rolled Rachel over on her back, his dick still deep in her pussy. She moaned as he fucked her slowly and steadily, pulling nearly all the way out and pushing back in. At the end of each thrust he would pause, and I saw his ass cheeks clench. He kept this up until Rachel, unbelievably, screamed out her biggest climax yet. After that he sped up his strokes and emptied himself in her.
My dick was hard again. Dana and I got on the bed and did it doggie-style right next to her husband and my wife. Rachel asked Cliff if he could do that to her, and he said he could if she helped him get hard again. With his dick soft, she was able to get most of it in her mouth. Again she stroked his staff and balls while she sucked him, and in five minutes he was stiff as a board.
Rachel got on her hands and knees, with Cliff crouch ing behind her. She pushed back at him as he entered her, and though it went slow, he got all the way in without much fuss. She was moan ing right away, and once he got going, it seemed like she came every few minutes. I was still doing it with Dana we came just before Cliff blasted my wife a last time.
We were so exhausted, we all fell asleep. An hour later Rachel woke me up and said we should go. Cliff and Dana were still sleeping, so we left a note thanking them and saying we’d call them. But we never did.
On the way home Rachel said she had a great time and thanked me for giving her the opportunity, but she didn’t want to swap again. Cliff’s cock was a marvel but had been too much for her. My cock was what she want ed, and I was the man she loved—she didn’t care how many orgasms she had.
I thanked her and said that was fine, but I was worried. After Cliff, could she really enjoy having sex with me? It was about a week before I learned the answer. It took Rachel several days to feel normal again then I did not want to press.
The next Friday night I was awakened by the sensa tion of her mouth on my dick. All we did that weekend was eat, drink, sleep and make love. Rachel was lustier than ever, and definitely multiorgasmic. There seemed to be no limit to her passion.
She admitted that Cliff had opened the floodgates for her, but said I was the one who kept the waters flowing. And what heavenly waters they were! Moral: Bigger may be better once, but not necessarily forever.—K.F., Indianapolis, Indiana