by Anonymous Author (c) 1999
While our child is away visiting her grand parents my
wife and I experiment with the swinger life style for the
For the first time in since her birth, our daughter
wasn’t at home. My parents had finally convinced me that
putting her on a direct flight would be okay, and with a
tearful wave at the excited six-year-old, we watched her
board the plane for San Francisco and her grand parents
for a two-week visit.
It was as if my husband Don had become a new man. We
always have had a great sex life, a child didn’t change
that, but he suddenly couldn’t get enough sex.
It started in the car on the way home from the airport,
with him rubbing me through my ever-increasingly damp
panties while I tried to maneuver the car. I had my first
orgasm as we pulled into our driveway, and I was barely
inside the front door before he ripped my panties off and
shoved his stiff cock deep inside me.
We fucked halfway up the stairs, in the doorway of our
bedroom, on the bed, and again later in the shower. At
five o’clock the next morning, he entered me from behind
to start the new day.
We were “normal” people. A house in the suburbs, SUV in
the driveway, PTA meetings, church committees, card games
with friends, that kind of things. I’m an elementary
school teacher, Don’s a lawyer, and we had a great life,
and we never felt as if we were missing anything. That
soon changed, though.
By the third night, my drive had caught up with his. Not
knowing exactly where the nerve came from, I rented a
porno flick and brought it home with a bottle of wine.
Halfway into the bottle, I popped the movie into the VCR
and watched my husband’s cock rise for the third time
that night during the opening scene. He reached over and
started playing with me, smearing the come from our
earlier bouts all around the lips of my cunt and my clit.
I just gave him a slutty smile and leaned further into
the cushions of the couch, never taking my eyes off the
Two couples were going at it – the men fucking the women
doggie-style while the women french kissed and played
with each other’s tits. Watching the scene unfold in
front of me, combined with my husband’s ever-talented
fingers, brought me to an earth shattering orgasm. When I
came back down, the wine was spilled all over the front
of me and Don was staring at me with a gleam in his eye.
“Does that kind of sex turn you on, Anna?”
I laughed and crawled across the couch towards him. “You
touching me, turns me on. Yeah.”
He put a hand on my shoulder, effectively blocking me
from crawling into his oh-so ready lap. “No – the movie.
Does it turn you on?” His hand moved from my shoulder to
my breast, then he started to play with my nipple. “Does
watching two girls kissing each other while they get
fucked turn you on?”
His hand was torturing my nipple, sending a hot streak of
lust straight to my pussy. “Oh yeah,” I said, all
inhibitions gone from the affects of the wine and my pure
lust. “Yeah, it turns me on. Quit teasing me, Don. I
admitted it now fuck me.”
His hand snaked down my body and started teasing my clit.
“Man – you’re a regular little hotty tonight.”
I finally pushed my way onto his lap. “Quit teasing me
and fuck me.”
By the time the bottle of wine was emptied, he had me
convinced. I don’t know how – never in a million years
would I ever have thought that I would do anything like
it, but I sat on the closed lid of the toilet with my
legs spread while Don shaved my pussy and told me, in
great detail, how much fun I was going to have that
Freshly shaven and still horny as hell, I let him pick
the shortest skirt out of my closet, left over from
Halloween two years ago when I dressed as a French maid,
and a sheer blouse that I wore to work, but always with
the proper camisole and suit jacket. We dug through my
underwear drawer and found a black garter belt and
stockings, then three inch heels came from the back of
the closet, another accessory from that Halloween party.
I tried to put on a bra and panties, but he stopped me
with a shake of his head and a smile. Getting more
excited than ever, I quickly dressed.
I’m nearly five-eight, with auburn hair and green eyes.
Even after having a baby, my body stayed lean and firm,
and I knew I looked good. Don who is six-three and close
to two hundred pounds with dark-blonde hair and ice blue
eyes watched me primp in front of the mirror and
occasionally rubbed his cock. This was new territory,
exciting for both of us.
By the time I was dressed, I was into the whole plan. The
thought of what we were about to do turned me on so much
that my nipples stayed hard during the entire drive.
Unknown to me Don had gone onto the Internet several days
ago and looked up local swingers clubs. He’d we found one
far enough away from our house that was still close
enough to drive to by nine o’clock on a Saturday night. I
alternated rubbing my crotch and rubbing his cock as he
maneuvered through the city.
We pulled into the parking lot, and Don hesitated before
opening the car door. He looked at me in the glow of the
streetlight, his eyes as serious as the day he asked me
to marry him. “You look so fucking hot honey.”
I leaned forward and kissed him deep. “It’s been hours
since I drank anything. I need a drink.”
We paid the fee to a rather intimidating doorman, then
went all the way into the club. I don’t know what I was
expecting, but understated elegance in a room furnished
in creams and gold’s wasn’t it.
There were sofas scattered around the huge room,
different people sitting in various costumes while they
talked and drank and ate hors devours served by passing
waiters. And then couples would get up and walk into the
back or up the sweeping staircase, paired two or three at
a time. Don and I paused in the entrance, not really sure
what to do from this point forward.
A beautiful blonde woman saw us from across the room and
began to make her way towards us. She was taller than me,
with breasts that beat out my humble 36B’s by a long shot
and she was dressed in a sheer flowing white dress. She
obviously had nothing on underneath it. She stopped when
she reached us and beckoned a waiter while she sized up
my handsome husband.
“Hello. Welcome. My name is Diane.”
We introduced ourselves while she handed us champagne in
fluted glasses. “My husband is over there at the bar, if
you’d care to join us.” She hooked her arm through Don’s
while she looked me up and down with a stare that was hot
enough to send a shiver through my body. I took a sip of
the wine to appease my parched throat, and followed the
two of them.
When we reached the bar and her husband, I swear that my
mouth started watering. He was gorgeous – girlie magazine
centerfold gorgeous – with long black hair that was tied
back in a ponytail and dark brown eyes. He was as tall as
my Don, as well built, and I suddenly looked even more
forward to the evening ahead.
We sat at the bar and discussed everything from sports to
the weather while we all finished our drinks. Diane
couldn’t keep her hands off Don, and I couldn’t keep my
eyes off Nathan. The longer our eyes held, the hotter I
became, until, finally, Diane suggested that we find more
Anticipation built inside me as we walked down a long
hall to a room near the end. Diane had an arm looped
through Don’s as they led the way, and Nathan had a hand
on the small of my back, softly caressing me with his
long fingers, waking up nerve endings that I didn’t even
know I had. My nipples were rock hard and brushing
against the front of my shirt, sending little sparks of
desire through my stomach every time the silk hit my
skin. I was so horny that I thought I was going to erupt
The second the door was closed and locked behind us, I
was in Nathan’s arms. His mouth attacked mine, or mine
attacked his – at that point I was so turned on I
couldn’t tell who was taking the lead, and I suddenly
found myself on my back on the bed, this drop-dead man on
top of me, pushing my skirt up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and turned my
head, uncrossing my eyes long enough to watch Diane pull
my husband’s glorious cock out of the front of his pants
and slide the whole thing down her throat. My eyes
widened at the sight. It had taken me years to learn how
to take six of those nine wonderful inches, and she never
even missed a beat swallowing the entire thing.
A hand on the inside of my thigh brought me out of the
trance I’d seemed to be in watching Diane’s mouth, and I
returned my attention to my partner, who was smiling down
at my hairless pussy. I was wet enough that he easily
slipped a finger into me and began to move it, torturing
me with the slow pace while his other finger ran small
circles around my clit. I was hot…hotter than I’d ever
been in my life, and in seconds an orgasm flooded through
my system. Without hesitating Nathan ripped his pants
off, freeing a cock that made me squirm with need. It was
as long as Don’s, but thicker, and the thought of that
thing filling me up almost made me have another orgasm.
I reached out and grabbed it, my hand barely able to wrap
around it. With a grin I spread my legs further and
guided it home. He whipped his shirt off, braced his
hands on either side of my head, and drove into me as
hard as he could.
I let out a scream that should have brought the house
down, instead, Nathan just grinned down at me with those
wicked eyes while I locked my legs behind him and helped
him set a frantic pace.
I forgot the other two in the room as he pounded into me,
over and over, sending me towards an orgasm that I didn’t
even know a human was capable of having and still
survive. It washed over me, flooding every sense, every
nerve until I was one throbbing mass of pussy being
pierced by cock. And it went on and on until with a shout
of his own, he ground himself into me poured his hot come
out, filling my channel.
His arms were trembling and with a laugh he gave me a
quick kiss before rolling off me. I could barely breathe,
let alone move, until I heard the unmistakable sound of
Don coming. His breathing was rapid, he was making a low
groaning sound in the back of his throat, and when I
finally got my strength back enough to turn my head, I
saw him clutching Diane’s hair and fucking her face with
thrusts that could have matched what Nathan had just
Diane stared up at him, a ghost of a smile on her face
while she held onto his cock with one hand and fingered
herself with her other. Then with one final thrust, his
butt clenched and he held his cock in the back of her
throat while he pumped his sperm into her mouth. His come
was so strong that some leaked out of the corner of her
mouth, but she sucked the rest right down, licked his
shaft up and down one more time, then sat back and licked
“Hmmmm,” she said, wiping the trail of come off her chin
and licking her finger. Then, taking her eyes of my
husband, she looked towards me, catching me watching
Then something happened that I hadn’t anticipated, had no
time to prepare for. One minute she was kneeling on the
floor by the bed, the next she was between my legs. The
tongue that had just worked my husband into an orgasmic
frenzy started lapping at my cunt, and I was so shocked,
so suddenly turned on by it, that I did nothing to stop
her. She sucked her husband’s come out of me, licked me
from my asshole to the top of my clit, then back down
again. I was in a frenzy. Don was good at this, really
good, but he had nothing on this woman.
Almost immediately, I neared an orgasm, and she backed
off, licking and nipping at the insides of my thighs
until my body calmed down again. Then she slowly went
back at it.
The bed next to my head shifted, and I turned my head to
find the tip of Nathan’s cock by my mouth. With a hunger
that surprised me, I opened my mouth and lifted my head,
taking as much of him in as I could. I could taste myself
on him, and instead of revolting me it spurred me to take
him deeper and deeper. Before I knew how I did it, he was
sliding down the back of my throat and my nose hit his
pubic hair. I cupped his balls with one hand and kept my
head still, letting him set the rhythm to fuck my face.
I felt and heard Diane moan, so I opened my eyes and saw
my husband behind her, gripping her hips and slamming
into her as if his life depended on it. Watching that
beautiful cock glistening with another woman’s juices
sent me to the brink of another orgasm, and I
inadvertently squeezed Nathan’s balls and sucked him
harder, urging him faster.
Diane shoved two fingers into my pussy, toyed with my
anal opening, and at the same time, sucked hard on my
clit. The orgasm burst all around me and I screamed
around Nathan’s cock, which was pumping furiously into he
ripped it out of my mouth and sprayed his come all over
my face and breasts.
I was still coming, and I grabbed Diane’s hair and ground
my pussy into her face. I kept my eyes open, watching my
husband, and could tell that he was on the brink of
another orgasm himself.
Then Diane started moaning, her fingers moving in and out
of me so fast that they were a blur. I was so sensitive,
almost to the point that I couldn’t take it any more,
when she screamed and shoved back against Don as hard as
she could. The feel of her pussy contracting with her own
orgasm must have been enough to send Don over the edge,
and the three of us came together in frenzy.
Soon we were all laying on the bed, unable to move,
sucked dry. There was a hand clutching one of my breasts,
another on my calf, and somehow my own hand was resting
on Diane’s pussy where I could feel the evidence of hers
and Don’s orgasms slowly seeping out. I had never been so
sated, so sexually content in my entire life.
Three days later, our daughter returned. School started
the next week, and life returned to normal. We still had
our PTA meetings, our card games with friends, our
“normal” life. And we never mentioned that night again.
Oh, but we both remembered. And there were nights when it
was on both our minds, when the sex between us went for
hours and hours, neither one of us able to get enough of
the other when we remembered what it was like.
The next year, at Don’s Christmas party, we ran into
Diane and Nathan again. But that story will have to come
at another time….