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Hubby Finds Me A Man

We’ve had a tough time finding a comfortable way to get involved in swinging. We had a couple of experiences with single friends (both male and female) some years ago, but we moved and haven’t found those kind of friends in our new town. There’s a local club, Collette’s that we attended, but maybe we went on a bad night. The club had torn carpet, mattresses without sheets and a clientele whose occasional decent looking patron was like a raisin in a pudding. The only sex act we witnessed was a fat girl getting banged by three guys. An amusing sight for sure, but nothing you’d want to see on a full stomach. Discovery number one: the likelihood of meeting someone at a club that we were prepared to have instant sex with was nil.
Next, we tried going to a swinger’s vacation resort, but we were there for only three days and we discovered that we really prefer to know the people we fuck. First day was relaxing from travel, smiling at couples we found attractive and hinting that we’d like to talk. I mean when we were younger meeting someone in a bar was fun and both of us had a few experiences with people we’d only recently met, but in our forties our tastes have changed. Anyway that’s what we discovered. We had one experience in the Jacuzzi during the cocktail hour after too many rum punches with a couple we’d flirted with at the beach. I ended up with his very aggressive finger up my pussy and some drunken bragging on my part caused me to give a little sample of my oral skills while hubby was blown by his wife, but I didn’t cum and neither did she. Discovery Number 2: It was going to take more than three days to find someone suitable AND both partners had to be attracted to the idea of playing. When she told me that she never orgasms during her swinging that should have told us she really wasn’t into it.
We often talk about our couple of good experiences: a girlfriend came over one night four years ago to study with me and by the time hubby came home we were onto the second bottle of wine. By the time he had a shower and appeared in a bathrobe she was ready to flip it open and feast on him and I found that licking pussy was a lot of fun. Hubby had a great time fucking her though I was a little shy about doing what I really wanted (licking her while she was getting fucked). My friend married shortly afterwards and though I’ve hinted that we would love to have sex with her and her husband so far no opportunities have come our way.
Three years ago, we picked up a new boat on an overnight cruise and hubby invited a friend of his to join us in bed, and that was a lot of fun but since then we haven’t had any success. We sat down the other night over a bottle of wine and discussed both of our successful experiences and decided to grade them. Strangely, both hubby and I agreed that we had the greatest fun with our male friend. That kind of surprised me. I was pretty sure my husband didn’t have any homosexual tendencies though he wasn’t shy around another cock and hadn’t minded touching his friend to guide him into my pussy (I’d insisted just to make double sure he was OK with it.) He said that it really turned him on to watch me enjoy getting fucked. Of course he didn’t know that I had fucked his friend five years previously after he’d brought me home from some corporate function. I’d been pretty drunk and hubby was away and one thing led to another. We’d both felt bad about it afterwards, but I really liked the guy and got along with him well. I guess I have a hang up about only getting off to guys I like. I mean I’m a horny gal, and once past thirty five I became a really horny gal, but I just don’t think a stranger can get me off. Anyway, when my husband suggested that this guy join us in bed I nearly flipped. When we did it five years ago I was not quite sloppy drunk, but I did remember that he had a nice fat cock. I also remembered getting so sloppy wet fucking him that I’d had to change the sheets and the mattress pad the next day. When hubby made the suggestion on the boat we both pretended to be shocked at the idea, and I guess hubby was a little surprised when I dove for his friend’s cock. Anyway that first time I was a little cautious and didn’t really feel like letting myself go, but both of them fucked me twice, cumming pretty quick the first time but slow the second and I got off to both of them. The second time when I was getting fucked by his friend hubby had his finger in my ass the whole time and that made me cum really hard. The ass sensation was good, but what really turned me on was the fact that he could feel his friend’s cock through the thin skin and that he was OK with a strange cock in my pussy. His friend moved to the other side of the world a few month’s later, so we never got to repeat the experience.
Anyway, we’d tried a few times to set things up with couples, but we never found a couple where we found that both of them we equally interested in us. Our experience at Desire made us realize that the concept of taking one for the team doesn’t work, in that sex where any of the four partners isn’t getting off just isn’t fun. So we decided that we’d find a single guy. Wow; what a nightmare. I became discouraged after answering about a hundred messages. Hubby said he’d develop a short list and would then meet with each of them first to see if he thought I’d like them. We agreed that I wouldn’t even know when he was meeting them, but he’d tell me if he found someone he thought I’d like and then I’d start chatting. One of the concerns we had was security. We figured there might be a psycho factor with any of these people, so we agreed that we’d only look for men who appeared to be stable in the jobs. Hubby, being the tactician, said he wanted to find a professional, someone who he thought would have something to lose and who therefore would be more inclined to play by the rules.
Hubby didn’t say anything for a month, but I knew he was working on it because he would spend an hour each evening answering emails and chatting. His list of chat buddies was close to a hundred long. One Thursday at lunch he announced that he’d found a candidate. The guy was a doctor and hadn’t minded giving out the address of his practice. John showed me his pictures and he seemed reasonably good looking. He hadn’t shown John any pictures of his cock, but he assured John that he was above average in size. I didn’t really care about that part. I kept in pretty good shape and knew that my pussy muscles could make the most of anything bigger than a c cell battery. John had already met David twice and liked him. Now he wanted to know if I was interested in having a drink with him. He’d saved all of his chat sessions with him and let me read them so I could get a feeling for his character.
We also agreed that nothing beyond a kiss and maybe some light petting would occur that first evening. We picked a bar that had an exit off the women’s restroom and we arrived in separate cars so if I was uncomfortable I could dart out the side, hop in my car and go home. John seemed to have thought of everything. I arrived fifteen minutes after they sat down. The guy was a hunk. He was well dressed, his fingernails were clean and he stood up when I arrived. We chatted about the city about what we’d done today and vacations we’d taken; silly stuff that meant nothing and everything. Finally I leaned over and said, “I have to ask. Where’s the girlfriend or wife?”
He laughed and his eyes crinkled up in just the right way. “Divorced last year, dating a few women but no interest in getting married again. If I have sex more than a couple of times with my dates they tend to think its permanent. I guess there’s something about this that fascinates me. I think it’ll be fun.” He paused. “I guess sometimes most men have this feeling when they cum that the woman hasn’t had enough. I wonder if that’ll be true with both of us focusing on you.”
When he said this I felt a warm gush from high in my pussy and I knew that I’d be wet if I checked. It was true. Nowadays when we made love it was very rare for John to come more than once and often I felt I could keep on going. We started talking about sex and love and I realized I was having a great time. Both of them were hanging on my every word. John’s eyes were sparkling and I could feel my nipples hardening against my shirt. By the time we were onto our second bottle of wine, I knew I’d love to fuck them both. John had scooted onto a bar stool, leaving me alone on the bench seat. I patted the seat next to me and Dave obliged, moving closer. I noticed a bulge in his trousers and when the waiter wasn’t looking I traced my fingers along its length. It sprang upwards and I wrapped my hand around. I looked over at John who had watched my hand and he smiled at me. I thought I might melt into a puddle right at the table. I was wearing a jacket over a silk shirt with no bra underneath and as a return gesture I unbuttoned the jacket, letting it swing open. I turned and leaned towards Dave and let him see the invitation. He looked at me and reached a hand up, slowly tracing the shape of my breast with his fingers. Little jolts of electricity shocked my toes. He traced my nipple gently with his forefinger and then softly pinched it between his finger and thumb. I wanted it in his mouth. His hand withdrew. A few minutes later my blood pressure had stabilized and John asked for the bill. We shook hands at the entrance and I leaned forward and tilted my face towards Dave’s. A soft wine scented kiss. He’d kept his lips closed until I probed with my tongue, but then he’d opened up and I’d felt some of his passion.
I couldn’t wai to get home. I didn’t want John to know just how excited I was. I mean you can’t shout to your husband ‘I want to fuck that man’. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. John had my clothes off in the hallway and we tumbled into the yoga room, making love on the pillows. John found out just how wet I was. He didn’t go down on me, but played with me with his fingers, first one then two and then three, talking to me while he went deeper, asking me if I was excited at his discovery, asking me if I wanted two cocks inside me; asking if I could take two cocks, stretching me wide until he had four fingers inside. I started to cum and he stopped moving. I was bucking on his hand trying to push myself over that final edge when he said, “Tell me you want to fuck him.”
“I want to fuck him. I want you both. I want you in my pussy and in my ass and in my mouth. I want to fuck all night long.”
He made me cum then and then he fucked me as long as he could. It was great, but of course I was wondering what it would be like to feel Dave come in right now and continue the job. The doorbell rang and I sat up, startled. Who could be at the door at this time of night?
John got up, naked and buzzed the door lock and a second later Dave was inside the house. I was still laying there, John’s cum dripping out of my pussy. Dave didn’t waste a minute. I lay there, in a pool of my and John’s wet, watching Dave strip. His cock, when it was revealed was wonderful; thicker and longer than John’s, but not by much but it turned up at the end. He lay down at my feet and started his way up my body, pausing at the inside of my knees, kissing my thighs, grazing my mound and then cupping my breasts. Each nipple received five minutes of sucking that had my heels drumming on the floor and then he found my mouth. Wonderful kisses. A few seconds pause and then his head was between my legs and then his tongue, tasting of John and I, was in my mouth. His fingers found my clit and he was fingering me as his tongue explored mine. Then he was gone again and now my legs were on his shoulders and he was lapping me, cleaning me. I started cumming and then he was on his knees, his arms under my back and he was lifting me straight up and onto his cock. It was an impressive display of strength, but then I was wrapping my legs around his butt, feeling his length inside me. God it felt big. A slow rhythmic movement and then John was behind me, supporting my weight, holding my breasts while Dave slammed me up and down on his cock, his hands under my hips. One of John’s hands disappeared and now I could feel my ass probed, lubricated by the cum and juice dripping out of me. I started cumming again and now my tit was in Dave’s mouth. A nerve connected my nipple and my clit and it was tingling again. John shifted and my back was on the pillows and John’s mouth had found my clit. My man was sucking my clit while another man pillaged my cunt. I came yet again and then Dave was filling me, grunting as he slapped his load into me.
We collapsed and Dave started laughing. “It’s not funny, but that was the most outrageously erotic thing I’ve ever done.”
We all started laughing and I rolled to my side, looking at John. His cock was standing at full attention and I scooted over, grabbing his balls and guiding his cock to my mouth. A few minutes later he pulled away. “I want to look at your pussy.”
I opened my legs and looked down. I was red and swollen and a stream of cum was leaking out. He said, “That looks so sexy. Are you sore?”
“No.”
He leaned towards me and started kissing the inside of my thighs, his fingers tracing circles in Dave’s cum. He put his mouth on my opening and sucked and then he stood over me and dripped a mouth full on my belly. Then he positioned himself in front of me and lifted my legs high, resting them on his chest. I felt his hands lube and stretch my ass. I was completely relaxed and tired too. I was felt I was about to be used as a sex receptacle and it was one of the sexiest feelings of my life. Dave was on his side and I looked at him. His eyes were intent on the penetration taking place. John went in slowly and I groaned and settled on him and then he started a slow pumping motion. Dave scooted over and started rubbing the pile of cum from my belly up to my breasts, and then smearing some on my lips. I felt his lips on my nipples and then his fingers in my pussy. Now his mouth was on my clit and then I felt his tongue run down my slit, circling around John’s slowly moving cock. I started shuddering at his nasty behavior and once again my heels stated drumming on the floor. John was pacing himself and by the time he unloaded in his ass my tits were covered in sweat. He pulled out and I felt my asshole relax, gobs of cum leaking out. I think I passed out, but then there was a cock at my mouth. I smiled and turned my head, nibbling it, sucking it in feeling the rubbery glans. Dave was ready again. Back into my pussy. He flipped me over, onto my knees and started pounding me hard. Sweat was dripping off my nipples. John reappeared with a warm washcloth . Dave paused, his cock still inside me and waited while John wiped my face and then my breasts. He took a second washcloth and wiped Dave’s face and then I felt him wiping the base of his cock, and probably his balls and then Dave’s assault started again. John’s face was under me now, his tongue teasing my nipples and then he scooted down to lick my clit. Dave was moving like a freight train, slow, steady and I was building for a big one. It came and it was so intense that I started to cry a little. Dave pulled out and the two of them hugged me. We paused for half an hour and had tea. Finally I asked if we were finished. Dave stood up and said he had one more orgasm left and John stood beside him. They were both crazy hard. I walked towards them on my knees and took each cock in a hand. I lifted them up and took turns sucking their balls into my mouth and then I tried to fit them both in my mouth. Then I had an inspired idea. I got them both to lay down on the carpet, balls touching. I squatted above them, holding their cocks together and then I slowly sat down. My pussy stretched as it had never before. The skin around my clit pulled tight and when I started to move I thought at first I was going to hurt myself, but then I relaxed and all of a sudden it became very intense. I threw my arm back and yelled “Yehaw” and I rode those two boys like a three minute bull. I twisted and shifted. I faced Dave and let him see my tits bounce and then did the same to John. Then I leaned over John’s chest and pulled up until Dave’s cock plopped back on his stomach and then I guided it into my ass. The boys picked up a rhythm and started fucking my holes senseless. I think it was the most relaxed fuck of my life because I was too tired to do anything other than lay there and get fucked. Surprisingly after only a few minutes they both started cumming. We fell into a heap. I don’t remember Dave’s leaving, but I do remember being scooped into John’s arms, taken to bed, washed all over and being kissed goodnight. I had great dreams.

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