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Lisas First Time Swinging

Luckily Bob is there (he is ALWAYS there, again her heart swells at the thought of him) and he takes her by the arm, leading her into the lounge area. As they turn the corner, for a moment she feels almost herself again. Then she sees them.

Her heart speeds up as another jolt of adrenaline hits her system. They are dressed nicely and as they spot her and Bob they both stand up, smiling widely. She can see the pleasure in their faces as they look at her and Bob. They look genuine and friendly like she remembers. Not like predators at all. Not like a couple just waiting to get them alone and take advantage of the new couple. The fear subsides a bit. These are the people she remembered from the party. Kind, caring, fun. Normal people. (Well, maybe not NORMAL. Normal people don't have hot orgy style sex with other couples in hotel suites. More horny normal, kinky normal, naughty normal. She feels the smile on her own face as her confidence climbs. MY kind of normal!)

Her and Bob walk up and they all greet. First she hugs Christine, and the embrace is warm and friendly. She can't help but notice how nice and soft her boobs are. That little voice inside her starts chattering away, wanting nothing more than to explore those tits, kissing and licking. She wants to squirm, to rub her thighs together, something to relieve the tension between her legs but she can't do that here.

Bob and Jason have done that weird handshake/man hug thing that guys do. Trying to convey feeling without looking too gay. It makes her smirk a bit. Silly boys. She is so happy at this moment to be a girl. Bob moves to hug Christine and Lisa finds herself faced with this man that has been texting her for weeks. Letting her know how much he wants her. He is a big guy, tall but not as tall as Bob. Broad shouldered. He leans in to hug her and he is warm and solid. She can feel his breath on her neck as he inhales. A small, satisfied moan, barely audible, escapes his lips as he smells all the subtle aromas that make her unique. The smell of her skin, the hint of soap, the sweetness of her shampoo.

He whispers in her ear, so only she can hear, "You're even more beautiful than I remember." She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she blushes. Embarrassed, she steps back, taking Bob's hand again, looking at the floor for a moment as she gathers herself. She knows his eyes are still on her. She can feel it. It's a little disquieting but she doesn't want it to stop. She wants him to look. She wants to show him much, much more.

"There is a quiet little booth back there, we could get a drink and talk. Maybe a small bite to eat if you two are hungry." There is an easy, friendly kindness in his voice. Bob looks to her, letting her make the choice.

"Sure." Christine moves so that she is walking next to her and starts asking about how her day was. How work is going. The answers come easily and the feeling that she isn't just making small talk but actually cares makes her relax a bit more. The underlying tension is still there. The lust is still roiling beneath the surface. As they walk she realizes that the anxiety is fading.

Tonight is going to be special.

They get a booth in the back and she was happy to see that they would have a bit of privacy. Enough so that no one should overhear anything they shouldn't hear. The waitress had taken the drink orders and everyone was looking at the menu. She didn't really want to eat, eating out wasn't really what she wanted to do if she might play. Besides, between work and responsibilities at home, they hardly had time for naughty adventures. Tonight might be about eating, but food wasn't what she was thinking about having in her mouth!

She was far from decided but she knew that above them somewhere, there was a suite where she may soon find herself. A full tummy isn't the best when you want to have THAT kind of fun.

"They have wonderful gelato here. It really is good. And not too heavy!" Christine laughed as she said it. She can't help but smile. This lady understands! She looks at Bob and he shrugs. Again, he will defer to her, whatever she wants he is good with. A wise man who knows how to keep his woman happy.

They order the desserts, her and Bob decide to share and the conversation turns interesting as the waitress leaves. They listen as this couple shares lifestyle stories, some good (VERY good) some more disappointing. Again she is struck with how much they have in common. How the things they are looking for out of the lifestyle are nearly identical. The same easy flow of conversation that they have had from the beginning is evident her also. She is feeling so comfortable, so free to talk about everything with them. It's a wonderful feeling and not one that she is used to. THIS is what the lifestyle is supposed to be about. She is really enjoying herself.

As they eat and chat, she is intensely aware of Jason's eyes on her. The conversation is sexual and she is feeling horny and playful. She can feel his desire from across the table and can't help but start teasing him. Him and Christine have this incredible talent of finishing each others stories, circling back and adding detail. It's an easy rapport that must have developed over years of being together. And she can tell they love each other. She knows her and Bob are like this around their "normal" friends as well. Many years of loving each other and being together making them even closer year after year. She decides to see if she can distract him from the flow of conversation.

She watches and the next time he locks eyes with her she leans forward slightly, biting her bottom lip and tilting her head back slightly and giving him the sexy, half closed eyes she would use whenever Bob was making her feel good. She was quietly jumping up and down with joy inside when she saw the hunger blossom in his eyes. Pleased as he shifted slightly in the booth, knowing that he needed to adjust himself as his cock stiffened. This only encouraged her more.

As Bob and Christine continued talking, she straightened in her seat, releasing her lip. Looking directly into his eyes she dips one finger into the gelato and slowly brings it to her lips. Her tongue peaks out of her mouth and slowly tastes the cool flavor. His eyes widen as she slips her finger into her mouth, sucking the creamy dessert in a slow and excruciatingly seductive way. A small smirk creeps it's way into her face as she sees how hot she is making him. Oh, this is FUN!

He shakes his head ruefully and says in a low, private voice so as not to disturb the others, "Oh, you're a VERY naughty girl."

"Yes I am." Again she dips a finger into the dessert. "Do naughty girls get spanked?" She normally isn't like this (how many woman can be? How many women can entice another man while sitting next to their husband?) but she can't help herself. It is so FUN. And watching him ENJOY her teasing is great. He is being such a good sport. All that talk about torturing HER with pleasure. Well, she has ideas of her own. Again she is sucking the sweetness from her finger, dipping it in and out of her mouth, the promise of things to come.

"Naughty girls get whatever they want Lisa. Over and over. But if you don't stop that, I'm going to drag you upstairs and fuck you so hard you won't make it to work Monday." That throbbing pulsed deep inside again at his words. He really IS sexy. The combination of him wanting to give her everything she wants and the idea of being taken made her so wet she could feel it! Such a sweet and caring man and at the same time sexually confident. A man to take charge and do all the right things. The fear was still there. Well, not fear. Nerves. Anxiety. But she knew that she wanted this. That the fire that was burning inside her needed it.

That fine balance between being a lady and a kinky sex goddess warred within her. Tonight she would be both. And she could feel that this couple would treat her that way. Respect and caring for the lady that she is, and sexually worshipping the kinky goddess that was just under the surface, waiting to be set free. She couldn't wait to get upstairs. The anxiety suddenly replaced by impatience, longing. Was it going to be up to her to say it? She really wasn't comfortable doing that. She wasn't sure she COULD be the one to say it.

She looked again at Bob, who was obliviously enjoying his conversation with Christine, then back at Jason.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "we will get there." She was amazed that he had read her expression and knew what she was thinking. And he cares enough to tell her to relax. She knew he would take care of it and that made her feel much better.

As she turned her attention back to the others, she felt his foot caress her calf under the table. Oh my God, she thought, he is playing footsies with me! It was silly and simple, something she hadn't done in years, but it was electric! Sexy and seductive to have this man's foot caressing her, promising so much more to come. She couldn't wait to get upstairs!

After the initial shock (and delicious thrill) of his foot caressing her, she stubbornly refuses to let him have the upper hand. Again she dips a finger into the gelato but this time as she brings that finger to her lips, she also reaches her other hand under the table and presses it between her legs, letting out a small, silent moan. His eyes get wide as the erotic nature of it hits him, even his foot stops moving.

It's as this point that Bob looks at him and asks, "So what was it like?"

He had no idea what Bob and Christine were talking about, the entire universe had shrunk down to what this beautiful and sexy woman was doing across the table from him. She quickly pulled her finger out of her mouth and sat straight up, feigning interest in the conversation, even though she had no clue what they were talking about either.

"I'm sorry, what?" He was flustered and disoriented and she was extremely pleased. Ecstatic in fact. Who knew this would be so much fun? Why hadn't she teased like this before? Because you've never felt comfortable like this before, that little voice in her head insisted. Maybe it was true, but comfort or not, she was having a great time and reveled in her ability to distract him. It made her feel very sexy.

Bob looked confused as he glanced at his lovely lady, then back at Jason. "Your schooling. What was it like?"

"I'm sorry Bob, having a little trouble concentrating here. My mind doesn't seem to be working at the moment due to Miss Lisa." A small flush of heat rises in her cheeks now that everyone is looking at her.

"What are you doing Lease?", Bob asks and she feels the heat rising even more.

"Oh shy now huh?", Jason teases. "She was getting quite creative in how she was eating her dessert. Very sexy and kind of scrambled my brains."

"Damn! And I missed it!", Christine said playfully. "Maybe she will show me too."

"Hell, show us all." Bob certainly didn't want to be left out. Everything she did turned him on. He knows she is much hotter and much sexier than she gives herself credit for. He always feels fortunate to have such a smoking hot woman on his arm. Plus she wants him to play with other ladies. She is the absolute best!

Still embarrassed, she steels herself. She doesn't want to back down, she WANTS to be the kind of woman who can do these things. She reaches out one last time dipping her index AND middle finger into the cream and brings it to her lips. Looking from Bob to Christine to Jason then back to Christine again she lovingly licks her fingers before sucking them deep into her mouth. Her eyes never leave Christine's but they do get heavily lidded, her head tilting back slightly in pleasure.

"Oh my God," Christine exclaims as she looks towards Jason, "is it time to go upstairs?" Lisa knows that this woman wants her and that ache in her groin intensifies.

Jason looks from his lovely wife over to Bob questioningly. Bob looks to Lisa and she nods ever so slightly. They toss a few bills on the table and stand, smoothing their clothes and walk towards the elevators.

The nerves rush back in now that they are actually going up to the room. For a moment she is unsure, almost panicked but again, Bob is there, holding her hand. When he smiles at her everything becomes right with the world again. This is really ok. He is going to have fun. And he wants ME to have fun. The excitement blossoms once more, her body and mind coming together in agreement that SHE wants to have fun. She wants several hours of pure sexual bliss. No worries, nothing matters. Just four people playing and pleasuring each other, the only concern is bringing on another, more intense orgasm. Most people wouldn't understand. Hell, she isn't sure SHE understands how this is ok. But it is. It is right. It feels right and this is her life. Hers and Bob's and they can do whatever pleases them. And she really does like the excitement of exploring her sexuality. And she adores this loving man that has the same appetites that she does. That allows her to be herself and loves her completely.

The elevator dings and the door slide silently open. She takes a deep breath and steps inside the car. Christine pushes the button for the ninth floor and the doors slide closed.

They are moments away from being behind locked doors. The elevator ride seems an eternity, she is trembling with desire. She catches Jason looking at her again, a small mischievous smile on his face. The promise of what's next.

The elevator comes to a smooth stop and the doors slide open silently. They step out into the hallway and start walking towards the suite. Bob is holding her hand and she sees that Jason and Christine are also holding hands. Another couple passes them in the hallway, heading towards the elevator and it's exciting to know that they are oblivious to what she was about to do. What all of them were about to do.

They come to a stop in front of a door and Jason slips the key card out of his back pocket and slides it into the lock. The little lights flash red and the door doesn't open. What is it with these electronic locks? They NEVER open the first time! Again the card slides but this time there is a cute little beep and the lights flash green and the lock clicks open.

He pushes the door open and Christine ducks into the room. Bob follows, still holding her hand and as she steps by Jason, who is still holding the door, into the room she feels his hand reach out, barely touching her. His fingers trail along her side and over her hip bone as she passes. A little jolt of electricity shoots straight down her middle and she feels her sex clench at his touch. My God, she thinks, he BARELY touched me. She was starting realize just how badly she wanted this. How much she needed it. He had described in detail the things he wanted to do to her. Deliciously erotic things. Things that made her hot and wet when she read them. Things that made her jump on Bob and fuck him until the fire inside of her subsided a bit.

And now they were here. Right at the cusp of playtime. Her mind might still be a tiny bit nervous but her body betrayed her excitement. She was practically shaking with desire. She needed to be touched. To be kissed. Caressed. Tasted. Oh my, I need to CUM!!

She walks into the room, it is very nice. Two HUGE beds. They looked so fluffy and soft. Marble in the bathroom. A huge, deep tub and she could see the jacuzzi jets from here. And it looks big enough for four! THAT could be interesting. She noticed Jason hanging the do not disturb sign before closing and locking the door. Hmm, she thinks, I do believe WE will be the ones doing the disturbing. She normally isn't that loud when her and Bob have sex. But here she might not hold back. She can let out all the sounds that she normally tries to stifle.

Christine puts her handbag down and excuses herself to the restroom to freshen up as she normally does. Jason walks past her and Bob, again, barely trailing his fingertips across the small of her back as he passes. He walks to the nightstands and she notices the battery powered candles sitting next to the beds. He grabs a small remote and switches them on. Walking back to the entrance of the room he cuts off the lights and the entire room is bathed is very soft flickering light. Certainly enough to see by but not the glaring spotlight of the room lights.

"We like the softer light.", he explains. "We think it makes everyone more comfortable. Still enough to see but we know getting naked in front of new people is always a little intimidating." Christine comes out of the bathroom, her eyes sparkling and a very naughty smile on her face.

"At least you didn't start without me this time!", she teases Jason. "And so far you're not the first one naked."

"Hey, that wasn't MY fault. She jumped on ME when you went to freshen up. Lisa is much more polite and waited like a good girl." He looks at her again, locking eyes intensity.

"You aren't going to be a good girl all night are you? I've been waiting to see just how naughty you can be."

She is embarrassed AND challenged by his words. Has he forgotten the finger sucking already? Oh, I'm going to show him alright! Again she is stunned at this playful, flirty person that she is being. It felt so free. So great to just relax and not worry about being shy or awkward or doing the wrong thing. Saying the wrong thing. They seemed to like and accept ANYTHING she did. It made her feel so powerful. And very uninhibited.

Without a word she drops Bob's hand and walks straight towards Jason. Just as he moves to reach out to her, she shifts direction, breaking eye contact and kisses Christine fully on the mouth. She slips one hand up her shirt and cups one of her tits, feeling how big and full it is. Her body arches, pressing against this woman, her legs slightly spread as she rubs herself through her clothing against this soft and sexy woman. She turns her head slightly, looking at Jason again, a devilish gleam in her eye as she sees how intensely he is watching her little show.

She turns her attention back to Christine, kissing more passionately and she feels Christine's hands start exploring her body. Oh yes! Oh I want her so bad. I want her to touch me, to finger me and lick me. I want them ALL to touch me.

She feels hands slide around her from behind, grabbing her waist. At first she isn't sure who it is but she realizes that the hands aren't Bob's. She feels his breath on the back of her neck, sending chills up and down her spine. Feather light kisses trail up her neck until he is sucking at her earlobe. One of his hands has moved and is touching her tummy, just below the belly button.

"You're in so much trouble Lisa. We are going to eat you up like the big bad wolf." Suddenly he is leading her swiftly to the bed. It's fast and unexpected and so fucking hot to be pressed down onto the bed by someone other than her husband. For an instant she is scared but he is surprisingly gentle as he pins her to soft mattress. He looks into her eyes then nods towards the other side of the room. As she follows his gaze, she sees Bob and Christine kissing each other. Their hands are busy on top of and under parts of each other's clothes.

"I want you to see him. I want you to watch him fuck my wife." She nods, too overwhelmed by the eroticism to actually form words. "I want you to HELP him fuck her. Will you do that for me?" She nods lustfully. "Tell me Lisa. Tell me you want to see your husband fuck her. That YOU want to eat her sexy little pussy."

She squirms again, one hand unconsciously pressing between her thighs. "Oh yes. Oh I want to see him fuck her. Fuck her so good. And I want her too." It felt so deliciously naughty to say these things. But she still won't give in to his desires completely. She again wrestles control of the situation back as she looks into his eyes and adds, "And I want you. I'm going to fuck you and suck you and you're NEVER going to want it to end." She reaches up and slips a hand inside his shirt, feeling the hair on his chest, caressing with her fingers before hooking using her fingernails to dig in and scratch across his pecs. The way his head tilts back and the husky groan of pleasure lets her know that he certainly enjoys what she is doing. She files this fact away, another weapon in her arsenal of pleasure. We will see who is begging before this night is over!

She is very pleased with herself. Just scratching him like that caused his whole body to freeze, head tilted back, spine arching slightly. How wonderfully powerful! She stops the motion and his eyes lock on hers instantly. She is vaguely aware of Bob and Christine a few feet away but she can't seem to focus on what they are doing, she is too caught up in the moment of what was happening between her and this man she has decided to play with.

His hands are on her now, one slipping under her shirt. She starts pulling at her sleeve, wanting to get rid of the confining fabric when his hand locks into her wrist.

"Don't you dare.", he says, his voice serious and commanding. "That is for me to do. I will be very disappointed in you if you don't let me strip you." Her first instinct is to defy him but again, her body betrays her. There is no denying the aching fire his words stoked deep inside her. The thrill at being the center of his attention. That the thought of removing her clothes turned him on so much that he wouldn't be denied that pleasure. Obediently she stopped trying to take her top off and lay with her arms stretched above her head, a slightly submissive pose.

But she couldn't help herself, she HAD to keep teasing, "Yes Sir. Please don't punish me." The look of pure lust filled passion on his face let her know that she had once again proven to him that she was more than she appeared. He could drive, but she was doing ALL the steering. A small, pleased smile appeared on his face and for just a moment he dropped the game, broke character as it were.

"You're so fucking sexy Lisa. I can't hardly believe how perfect you are!" He was enjoying her game as much as she was enjoying his. And it hadn't even really started yet. Hell, all of their clothes were still on. Which is more than could be said for Christine and Bob. She finally noticed them and she was happy to see Bob standing next to the bed, shirt unbuttoned with Christine sitting in front of him her head bobbing as she sucked him deep into her mouth. She wished she could see his cock sliding in and out between her full, red lips but even the back of her head, Bob's hand tangled in her curls as she sucked him was so hot. If Jason didn't hurry she was going to rip both of their clothes off, to hell with the game!

His hands slid down her body, over her hips and down her legs, his fingers pressing gently as if massaging her. He lifted one if her legs and removed her shoe. His hands kneading her foot in an actual massage and the pleasure, although not sexual, seemed to flood her body and intensify the burning desire between her legs. For a moment his hands worked magic on her foot, her ankle, her calf. Then he was slipping off the other shoe and rubbing again.

Working his way back up her body he gently removes her shirt and leans her forward to unhook the clasp of her bra. He leans back and looks again into her eyes. "I know you're not made of porcelain, and trust me, I won't treat you that way. But thank you for letting me be gentle and kind doing this. I really enjoy it so much." Before she could reply he is again kissing her, a full and passionate kiss that lingers as his fingertips brush down over her collarbone, trailing down her ribcage ever so slowly to finally rest on her hip bone. His hands feel wonderful even as they avoid any of the traditional erogenous zones. He wasn't in a hurry to grab a boob or play with a nipple. He was actually exploring her body, inch by inch. Every curve and plane. At some point his kiss moved to her neck and each peck sent shivers down her spine and an ache deep inside her wet and waiting pussy.

His kisses move to her collar bone and he pauses there, enjoying the way her body responding to his touch, the palm of his hand on her tummy, just above the waistline of her pants. God she wanted those pants off, that hand to find her sex and those fingers to be inside her. She was starting to feel like a caged animal, almost desperate for release. Now he is kissing her throat and working his way down. Oh please, please let him suck my nipples. Oh I NEED it! But he doesn't, he trails kisses between her tits and her heart pounds and her chest heaves with barely controlled lust. Those hands are busy, touching here, scratching there. At times feather light and at other times touching firmly.

He kisses around her belly button and an icy shock shoots directly to her pussy. She actually lifts her hips off the bed, mewling with lust and trying to rub herself against him. She moans as she feels his palm slide over her jeans, pressing down against her pubic mound. He pauses and she glances down at him. "Do you want me to take your pants off?"

She throws her head back, eyes closed tightly and thrusts upwards. "Yes. Take them off. Please take them off!" A rush of excitement hits her as she feels his fingers working the button and zipper of her jeans. She arches up as he eases her pants over her hips and begins tugging them off, leaving behind her black, lacy panties. She picked these panties because she thought they were very sexy and that he would like them. She knew that right now they were soaking wet with her desire. She knew that he would like that too. Her pants fell to the floor and he caressed her thighs before trailing his fingers around the edges of those panties.

"Can I take these off too?" She can't even answer. Through half lidded eyes she just nods, hoping that will be enough for him. It was. He took the waistband of the panties in his teeth and slowly worked them down her body, revealing her sex in its glistening glory. Smooth and beautiful and laid bare before his eyes. His finger lightly traces up one side and down the other. Not quite touching the lips. So close to satisfying that ache but so tantalizingly far away.

"What do you want?" She moans, thrusting her sex in his direction. Feeling unable to speak. "Lisa. What. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Do?"

"Make me feel good." She is squirming and panting, she can still hear the sounds of Bob and Christine playing, this time it's Christine's moans of pleasure and she knows her man is making her feel so good.

"How? Do you want me to touch your pussy?" She nods. "Do you want me to slip my finger into your hot wet little hole and fuck you with it?" She nods again, arching her back with pent up lust. "Do you want me to lick your sweet, beautiful pussy? Do you want me to eat it for you?"

"Yessss", she sighs. "Oh yesss."

"Then tell me. Tell me what you want and I will do it."

He is so naughty, such a bad boy. But she couldn't stand it anymore. She needed some attention. "Please. Please eat me. Lick my pussy and put your fingers inside me. Make me feel good. Make me cum. I want to cum."

"Good girl." He is smiling and he lowers himself down between her legs. She can feel the heat from his breath on her most delicate of places. She feels his fingers spreading her lips as his tongue reaches out and enters the depths of her aching, wet sex.

FINALLY! After hours of aching, of wanting to be touched the intense pleasure as his tongue enters her is incredible. Her hips thrust upwards, wanting more and she is dimly aware of the little sounds she is making. Her whole body feels like it's on fire, she never waits this long when she is horny. She doesn't have the patience for it. The tension that has been building all evening has created an inferno inside her that demands attention.

Her back arches off the bed as he slips one finger inside her, curling upward into the soft fleshy knot of her g spot as his tongue keeps working at her opening, his soft lips brushing across her clitoris, gently, and delicately. He had hinted that he had some skill orally but his tongue proved that he had underestimated his ability by a country mile. Hips rocking and thrusting, she yearned for more. She needed to cum so bad that it hurt. She was desperate for it. Reaching down, she puts her hands on his head and GRINDS against him. Wanting more and more.

As she looks down at him, he is staring up at her, watching. Her insides clench when she sees it. Sees how much he is enjoying pleasuring her. His facial hair is a little pokey but he is being very careful, trying hard not to irritate her. He backs off and works with only his finger, not fast and hard but more RHYTHMICALLY. It feels so fucking good. As he smiles up at her she tilts her head back, eyes closing and revels in the purely erotic pleasure. She jumps a little as his hot tongue starts working on her again. In her minds eye she can still see the glistening shine of her wetness on his face and the thought drives her wild.

He can tell she is getting close. Her tight little kitty is doing gentle spasms around his fingers and every inch of her body is communicating it's need for release. He is in no hurry to make her cum, she is so worked up that it is going to happen soon. And the slow build will be so much more intense than rushing it along. And it will just be the first one of the night. Looking up at her he is again amazed at her beauty. She is so erotically sexy that he can't believe he is actually playing with her. Adding to his delight are the sounds of Bob and Christine next to them, obviously having a great time. Bob is no longer standing by the bed, they are both laying and from what he could see, most of the clothes have vanished like a magician's trick.

His attention returns to Lisa as a small series of cute little exhaled grunts coincide with her hips thrusting just a little more urgently. Suddenly he can feel the little spasms turn into a hard clench and his hand is suddenly VERY wet. He goes to work with his tongue, tasting the sweet nectar of her orgasm, as he licks and strokes her through the aftershocks. Her knees bending up as her body twists in an almost catlike manner. A look of pure, contented enjoyment on her face. This is the most relaxed she has looked all night. An itch finally scratched.

He stands up as she comes back to her senses and starts unbuttoning his shirt. She glances over at Bob who is laying on his back, Christine down between his legs sucking him deeply. She reaches out and takes his hand, causing him to look over at her. They share a smile as his other hand cups Christine's bobbing head. Lisa looks back towards Jason and starts to reach for his pants, wanting him to hurry.

Jason nods towards Christine and Bob, "Help her make him feel good. I want to watch you two." Her smile is so wide it almost hurts but the excitement is palpable. She nearly POUNCES over and starts sucking and licking at his balls while Christine continues to take him in her mouth. With a smile of her own, Christine comes up off of his cock and points it at Lisa's face. Without hesitation Lisa takes him as deep as she can while Christine strokes her hair back away from her face so she can see this beautiful woman sucking her husband's cock. Now it is Christine who is cupping his balls and kissing them gently. Christine jumps a bit, startled. Jason has come up behind her and slipped a finger inside her soaking wet pussy. This pussy he knows so well and immediately starts hitting ALL of her right spots. Bob can feel the vibration on him as she moans at what he is doing. As Christine tries desperately to concentrate on both things at once, he uses his other hand to slip a finger back inside Lisa's hot little box. Now Bob has BOTH ladies moaning as they lick and suck him. He isn't sure how much of this he can take. He can already feel his orgasm building, he realizes that he has a fistful of the sheets in each hand as he tries to hold on for dear life.

Bob is caught between heaven and hell. The sensations of these two beautiful women sucking and licking and taking him deep in their mouths was excruciatingly intense. Trying not to cum too fast though was proving to be an issue. Eyes screwed shut and a handful of sheet, he lets out a breathy moan and tries to hold on. All the sensation made it difficult to concentrate on who was doing what at the moment. Sometimes both mouths were on him, other times a mixture of hands and mouths. The ladies would stroke him and kiss each other deeply, his cock between them, before again swallowing him as deeply as they could. Bob noticed the rhythm change from an up and down to a forward and backward motion. As he looked down he could see Jason behind Christine, thrusting into her doggie style. One hand was on her ass and the other still reaching over to finger Lisa's hot wet little pussy.

Now Christine was having trouble concentrating. Her blowjob became jilted and uneven, but the sounds she was making with his cock in her mouth more than made up for it. The moaning and heavy breathing felt incredible and Bob moaned out with pleasure. She pulled back, one hand still wrapped around the base. "Oh, fuck. Oh oh oh. Yeah, fuck me." Lisa wasted no time, grabbing Christine's wrist and tilting Bob's cock towards her own mouth so she could again start sucking her husband's dick just the way she knew he liked it.

She was so focussed on Bob that she didn't notice that Jason had pulled out until he was kneeling right beside her. Coming up off of Bob's cock, she turns her head to the side and takes Jason's cock in her mouth, the hard shaft glistening with Christine's wetness. She exhales slowly as she tastes Christine's pussy while Jason thrusts slowly into her willing mouth. Christine watches for a second, this beautiful latina goddess sucking her husband's cock and the look of pure ecstasy on his face. Then she turns back to Bob, who is also watching, and takes him so deep she has to fight not to gag.

Lisa's mouth is so hot and when she wraps her lips around his cock it feels divine. He watches as she sucks greedily at it, tasting his wife's pussy as she does. It is so kinky he can hardly stand it. He sees that she still has Bob's balls cupped in her hand, gently fondling them. What a true multitasker! He reaches over and cups the back of Christine's head, feeling her as she moves up and down on this other man's cock. He can see Bob starting to lose the battle as his body strains not to cum.

Jason pulls his cock back out of Lisa's mouth and she reaches for him, trying to grab him and pull him back. He smiles at her enthusiasm but instead of letting her continue he pulls away and leans down so he can whisper in her ear again. "Watch her make him cum."

Instantly she turns and focusses on what Christine and Bob are doing. Jason has slipped a finger back inside, stroking gently while his other hand caresses her lower back. Bob's body starts to arch up off of the mattress and Christine backs off, stroking him slowly and watching as his body is wracked with wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Both ladies watch as the cum shoots out in small bursts, falling back down on his pelvis and belly. Christine is smiling ear to ear. She loves to watch a man cum. She continues stroking and milking him through the shuddering aftershocks of his orgasm. Lisa moves up to kiss him as his body slowly relaxes back down on the bed.

"I love you so much baby.", Lisa whispers to him.

"God, I love you too Lisa." One hand reaches down blindly and Christine reaches up to hold it with the hand NOT wet with his load.

Lisa looks back at Jason, "I thought you were going to fuck me." Her eyes are shining with that wicked little sparkle they get when she is in the mood to tease hard. He reaches over towards the nightstand where the box of condoms are and she turns back to Bob. Whatever she was going to say flew right out of her mind as a hand smacks down firmly on one of her ass cheeks. The pop sound echoes in the room and everyone holds their breath for a moment, none more than Lisa herself. She steels herself for the pain but instead gets just a flush of heat and a little tingle. The sound was much more shocking than the actual spank, he HAD listened about what she likes. She certainly isn't into pain but the shock and sound of the slap made her pussy clench.

"I told you that you were in trouble, naughty girl. Now get over here so I can fuck you!" With a delighted grin Lisa scoots over on the bed, legs opening, presenting an irresistible sight.

"Come get it."

She is so beautiful laying there and she can see his desire as he looks at her. She is normally shy and embarrassed (good little Catholic girl that she was) to have someone see her like this but his lust makes her feel sexy, makes her feel like she was hot and desirable. (The reality is, she is ALL of these things. She just has trouble seeing it at times.) He lowers himself on top of her, his solid body pressed gently against her, she could feel his hardness pressing against her, erotically close to her wet opening as he kisses her. His lips are hot and the wait has been excruciating. She wants him to be inside of her. He is holding the little foil wrapper of the condom in one hand and he backs off a bit looking at her eyes.

"Are you ready for this?"

She can't believe he is asking! She has no patience to play this game, she needs to get fucked and she wants it right now. If he wants begging, she will give it to him. Anything for him to give it to her. Deep.

"Oh yes, please I want," she squeals as he flips her over unexpectedly. It's just a rush of movement and somehow she found herself on top of him, straddling his hips. He hands her the little foil packet.

"Please do the honors?" She smiles. How fun to put the rubber on. With a determined look she tears the foil and scoots down his body. Looking him in the eye for a moment, she lowers her head and takes him in her mouth once again. She bobs up and down a couple times, trying to take it all. She feels a very soft, very gentle kiss on the top of her head. She looks up at him and he is smiling at her.

"You are so sexy Lisa. I've been imagining this moment for weeks." He smacks her ass again, startling her. "Now put that condom on me!" She can see the mirth in his eyes.

"That was NOT nice!", she growls.

"Really? And what are you going to do about it?"

Her face sets in mock anger as reaches up and tweaks his nipple playfully hard. "Don't make me punish you, bad boy!" He laughs, and she feels vindicated as she rolls the condom down over his hard cock. Still holding his cock, she lowers herself onto it, feeling it fill her up, finally giving her what she has wanted so badly all evening.

One hand on his chest, fingers pulling at his chest hair she starts a slow rocking motion, twisting her hips slightly. She had worried about fucking a man other than her husband (what if she had lost her touch?!?) but the look on his face and the low hiss of pleasure let her know that he was enjoying her very much. He reached up and grabbed her hips as he thrust up slightly, driving deeper within her. She picked up speed and leaned forward to grab the headboard for balance so she could bounce up and down, stroking him with her tight little kitty. His hands find her sweet tits, caressing and pulling at her nipples. Not too hard but not so easy that she couldn't feel it. One of his hands still on her hips.

He is panting a bit heavier now. "Oh fuck Lisa, oh my God. You feel so good. Come on, fuck me." Again he hisses out a breath of pure pleasure and her confidence soars. She can feel the beginning of another orgasm just starting to build. A little sheen of sweat makes her ribcage glisten and the erotic sight was driving him crazy.

She can hear Christine grunting and moaning and looks over to see Bob between her legs, driving his cock into her again and again. She reaches over and touches his back as he is fucking this woman. He looks back at her, grinning and leans over to kiss her. Christine has her eyes screwed closed and Lisa leans way over and sucks one of her nipple into her mouth. Her moans increase and Bob starts fucking her faster and deeper.

"Oh shit, oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh I'm going to cum. Don't stop. Don't stop." Jason smiles, knowing that her pussy is starting to clench and pulsate around Bob's thrusting cock.

"Oh fuck.", Bob exclaims as her pussy GRABS him. It feels like a fist gripping his shaft and squeezing down hard. He keeps stroking and the grasp starts undulating. A series of spasms and pulsing muscle contractions that were like nothing he had ever felt.

"Uh. Uh uhh." Her head is whipping side to side, her eyes screwed shut tightly. After a few more minutes she slows down a bit.

"That was fucking amazing.", Bob says. Glancing from Christine to Jason and back. "Unbelievable. You came so hard."

She reaches up and touches his chest tenderly. "Did you cum?", she asks.

"No. I held on. Barely."

"Good, because I'm not done." Her hips are arching up at him and he starts slowly stroking in and out again. Immediately she starts moaning and panting. Her pussy giving little spasms as her next series of orgasms start gaining momentum.

Lisa gives a little scream as Jason again catches her by surprise and flips her over so that he is once again on top of her. This time there is no hesitation, no teasing. He is between her legs and he thrusts into her. Her eyes close and she just stops thinking. The world ceases to exist. There are no bills. No worries. No responsibilities. No job to worry about. No stress or fear or self consciousness. There is only this. This man thrusting into her, wanting her to cum while the love of her life is laying inches away fucking his wife through orgasm after orgasm. All the anxiety and angst she felt before meeting them is gone, the memory of it was gone. The worry that swinging may be a mistake, that this couple might be too good to be true was all gone. She was pure and primal. A being of sexuality only and she could hear little grunts of pleasure coming out of her mouth as he thrust into her again and again. Her whole body was pulsing and building towards release and she could feel the wetness between her legs leaking out, making it easier for him to fuck her. His stroke was right, his cock stretching her and putting pressure on all the right spots. She can feel the glistening sweat on him as he works himself in and out of her. Driving and driving, her body wanting more, Urging him to give it to her.

Like a thunderbolt, her orgasm ripped through her, endorphins flooding her brain, electricity jumping gleefully from synapsis to synapsis. Her body wracked with shudders as her orgasm arches her body as sensation shoot up her spine.

As she comes back to earth she sees that Christine and Bob have stopped and were watching her. She could see that Bob has cum and is taking a little rest.

Jason is still thrusting into her and she can tell he is getting close. She starts thrusting and bucking her hips, trying to milk him. To push him over the edge. He is thrusting harder and she can feel his body tensing. She knows he is getting close.

"Fuck me. Fuck me and give me your cum!" The dirty words push him over the edge. She feels his cock getting harder as his orgasm gets right to the edge. He suddenly pulls out of her and rips the condom off. Straddling her hips he strokes his cock once, twice, and on the third stroke his head tilts back and he moans deeply as his cum shoots out again and again, splashing down on her soft tits. The cum is hot and thick on her skin.

He leans back, spent as Christine scoots over and starts sucking her tits, licking and tasting his cum. Eating it off of her beautiful tits. Lisa puts a hand on the back of Christine's head as she continues licking and sucking the cum off of her, taking first one and then the other nipple in her mouth and sucking hard.

Both the boys were watching with pleased looks on their face and Lisa knew it was time to put on a little show. The men needed time to recover anyways and she has wanted another taste of this hot woman's pussy since she sucked her wetness off of Jason's cock earlier.

Lisa has that look in her eye. It's a seductive look of hunger. Finally, it's time to play with Christine. She had been looking forward to this. Her first time with a lady. All this talk of how she cums and how hard her pussy clenches has all been aimed at Bob. But he has already had his fun. She knew Bob had a lot more in him, but for now, he can wait. She HAS to have some of this soft, wonderful woman for herself. She reaches over tentatively and cups one of her breasts, Christine immediately reacts, arching slightly towards that touch, inviting more. Lisa leans over, emboldened, and takes her nipple in her mouth, sucking slowly and gently, loving the soft moan that Christine makes. Girls are just so much fun! They make ALL the right sounds!

She reaches down and her finger slides inside easily, my God she is so wet! She gets as wet as me! Christine reaches up to touch one of her tits and Lisa loves the feminine energy of it. Here is a woman who is JUST starting to experiment with other girls a year ago. It's so sexy to feel the fear and excitement all mixed up together inside her. This is a woman who was exactly where she is only a short time ago. And now she is going to help her. Be a part of her journey. Her first woman. She knows she will never forget this couple. The first man she fucked in front of Bob. The first woman she will taste. The first woman she will make cum. Well, Lisa thinks, I'm going to TRY to make her cum! I want to show her how good I can be. She slips a second finger inside her and starts pressing gently into her g spot, stroking her slowly while sucking her nipple and pressing the full length of her body against the softness of this woman. She can feel the tiny spasms around her fingers and knows she is already on her way to cumming again. The panting moans that she is making sound so hot and Lisa starts squeezing her thighs together, her pussy again demanding attention.

She moves, positioning herself between Christine's legs and lowers her mouth to her wet and waiting pussy, tasting her again, this time free to lick and make her cum. The taste of her is incredible. Lisa feels her insides clench with lust at the reality of having her mouth on another woman's sex. With her ass in the air, Lisa starts to eat her out, determined to make her cum like only another woman can. She slides a finger back inside her and is now licking and stroking her more feverishly. She feels someone behind her and suddenly she is full as Bob slides into her. He is pumping into her hard and she loves it, every thrust drives her tongue deeper into Christine's hot, wet pussy. She can feel her own orgasm building as she concentrates on eating this beautiful wet woman. Christine's moans sound slightly muffled and as she looks up she can see that Jason is on his knees next to her and has one hand on the back of her head as he slowly fucks her mouth. This is all too much. These people are so sexy and it's so erotic, Lisa feels another orgasm blossom inside her. Bob is really pounding her hard as her pussy pulses and her orgasm rips through her. She can feel her juices flooding out, dripping down her thighs but she doesn't care. It's so fantastic to find a couple that is hot. That they can experience these pleasured with.

As she comes back to earth, she realizes that her orgasm sounds have set Christine off. Her pussy has clenched down painfully on her finger and she can barely move it. Lisa dives back down and starts licking and sucking her, working her opening and up to her clit and back. Christine has stopped sucking Jason and is moaning loudly, bucking her hips up and down trying to fuck Lisa's tongue as she has a massive orgasm. It just keeps going and going as this beautiful first timer eats her and fingers her. She has never cum this hard playing with anyone before. First Bob and now Lisa. No one has been able to push her buttons like this other than Jason. After several minutes of rises and falls, a huge rolling orgasm, she finally feels like it may be over. She looks down and Lisa's face is shiny and wet from her and she reaches down, urging her to come up so she can kiss her. She has always thought women are beautiful but Lisa is gorgeous. Exactly the type of woman that turns her on the most. And she has NEVER wanted a woman the way she wants this one. She kisses her passionately and her hands are trying to touch everywhere at once. Bob has pulled out, still hard and watches as the girls make out.

After several minutes Christine pulls back, looking into Lisa's eyes and says, "Now it's MY turn."

Lisa lays back, legs spread as Christine lowers her mouth to her wet sex. Her eyes flutter closed as her first female tongue touches the little ball of nerves at her opening. A long and low moan escapes her as she feels a soft, manicured finger slide into her liquid depths.

Oh my God, she thinks, a WOMAN is licking my pussy. Those lips are soft and red with lipstick and she is sucking at my clit. It's happening. Oh my God, it's happening!

She opens her eyes and sees that her hand is in Christine's hair, holding her face gently against her aching flower, grinding her hips slightly as her mouth and fingers work on her. She glances to the side and sees Bob's face, a look of absolute delight as he watches her with another woman's face between her open thighs.

Another moan and this time she licks her lips and WRITHES against the mouth that is pleasuring her, making sure that Bob can see as she experiences a woman for the first time.

Her hand reaches out and she grasps her husband's cock, feeling it jerk, stiffened with need as she strokes it up and down. She looks over at Jason and he is smiling sweetly at her as his wife continues to stoke the fires of need inside her dripping lips.

She lets go of Christine's head and reaches to take Jason in her other hand, now stroking a hard cock with each hand as her orgasm starts to build inside her. The lust she has been feeling these last few weeks not nearly satiated.

She throws her head back and closes her eyes again as her husband leans forward, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking it between his teeth, gently nibbling the hardened flesh.

A moment later she feels her other nipple taken into a mouth and realizes that two different men were sucking her nipples at the same time. And the tongue between her thighs still kept pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. A second finger had joined the first and they stroked into her heated depths, stretching and filling her. Their touch beautiful and soft, feminine and gentle. But touching all the right places!

She has trouble keeping up with stroking these two hard shafts and her pace slows, becomes erratic and her orgasm swells inside her.

Suddenly her climax explodes inside her, the clenching, spasming muscles firing again and again as he moans fill the room. She doesn't realize that she has let go of the men and is now holding Christine's head with both hands as her back arches off the bed. Wave after wave of ecstasy riot through her body, washing up her spine in a rushing tingle as her pussy tightens in pulsing contractions over and over.

Just as her wave of pleasure begins to subside and she begins to relax, Christine moves her mouth away, smiling wetly up at her, looking into her eyes through the rolling curves of her breasts. They are both smiling but suddenly Jason's hand is on her mound again.

"She isn't done", he says and starts working her clit hard with his fingers, "she has another one in there." Her body responds immediately. She had thought her orgasm over but it blossoms and blooms under his touch and again her body isn't her own. It arcs in a hard bow, hips completely off the bed as her pussy clamps hard in a series of muscle spasms. It's like her insides are trying to clench a cock that isn't even in her.

His fingers slide from her clit and she is parted by three fingers as he works her HARD. Not so much going in and out, but buried deep and working his digits in an open and down motion.

She can hear the wet squelching sounds coming from below her waist as her pussy floods the bed with her juices. On and on her orgasm rages, she is suddenly afraid she might just faint or scream or explode. Something. Anything. This can't possibly go on. A person might go mad.

And then the tide receded. Her body twitching and convulsing, completely outside of her control. She felt wrung out. Wet. Limp. Used up. A long and languid smile is plastered to her face and she stretches in and entirely catlike way as his hand slides out of her. As she peeks through lidded eyes, she can see him holding his fingers in front of her face, her wet cum clinging to them.

"This is how your fingers should look after reading my stories. This is what I want to see when you send me pictures." He dips those coated fingers into his mouth, sucking her taste from them. "This is what I want to remember when I look at those pictures."