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Reluctant Wife Meets A Swinger Couple

Recently, I noticed my husband was spending a lot of time on the computer, seemingly fascinated with whatever he was doing. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so I was naturally curious. He was often sitting naked in front of the computer, sipping wine and fingering himself as he did whatever he was doing. At first, I thought it was just internet porn, but then I asked him about it and noticed that he was on a swinger site.


I totally understood what swingers do, but I was not into that, and I did not want him to get any ideas about my willingness to participate in that life style. So I told him flat out that I was not agreeable to it and not to ask me. I hoped that would be the end of that subject, but he continued to spend day after day, week after week fascinated with his computer time on swinger sites.


We talked about it from time to time on brief intervals as I asked questions about what he was doing on the swinger sites and he explained what he was learning from other swingers. I remained very non-committal with no intentions of participating in any way with whatever he might intend with other swingers. I made it clear that I was in no way interested.


He questioned me about my attitude as to why I felt that way, and I explained that sex was a very private thing between a man and his wife and could not include other people. I explained that I would hate myself and lower my self-esteem if I consented to sex with another man while we were married. I questioned him as to how he might think of me differently after I had enjoyed sex with another man, not wanting to damage our happy marriage. I also posed the question to him, “What if I were to enjoy sex with some other guy that you put me with more than I enjoy sex with you?” but he seemed not to be concerned about that.


Anyway, after months of this contentious back and forth between us, he finally informed me one day that we had a dinner date with a couple he had met on the internet. I frowned, not even wanting to go and assured him that I would go, but not to expect anything from me other than just showing up with him at the dinner engagement. He seemed content with that. I am sure that he considered my mere attendance as a step in the right direction.


So we went on the dinner date and met this other couple at a local restaurant. I dressed in one of my not so revealing dresses so as not to encourage anything. As usual, I did my hair and make-up well.


The guy was tall and handsome and his wife was petite with a gorgeous body. They seemed happy and energetic, and glad to meet us when we arrived at the restaurant. We were seated at a booth along the outer wall, sort of a secluded area where it soon became clear that we would have privacy to talk.


My attitude was not particularly good, but the couple was brimming with happiness and good will. We sat across from them and talked briefly before focusing on the menus. I ordered my usual small plate and so did my husband. The couple placed their order also. We all ordered a bottle of wine, which arrived first so that we could start drinking.


As I drank some wine, I started relaxing and calming my attitude of objection and discontent. Soon we were making small talk about each other and getting acquainted, feeling more and more comfortable with each other at the table.


This guy sat across the table from me and placed his foot up against my leg as we talked. I resisted his touch at first but then with another glass of wine, let him rub his foot up and down my leg under the table. His smile was so pleasant and he was so handsome that soon I relaxed and just started to enjoy the conversation at the table as his foot continued to caress up and down my leg. His foot expertly moved up and down my leg and up to the inside of my thigh as we talked.


As I gradually became okay with this guy’s foot perusing my leg, he ventured further up my leg and touched my crotch with his foot. By that time I had had several glasses of wine and I was very relaxed, so I did not resist when his toes touched my crotch and started to massage my outer pussy lips. Stunned at first, he continued to expertly toy with my pussy lips with his toes and work me up sexually.


We finished our meal and left the restaurant, deciding to go back to our house because it was so close. In spite of the meal, I was somewhat drunk after three or four glasses of wine. The four of us stumbled into our front door and paired off with each other’s spouse.


This guy had his hands all over me as I stood in the entry way of our house, stopping me there as my husband moved down the hall with his wife. Before I realized what was happening, he had my dress unzipped and pulled down over my breasts and the bottom of my dress pulled up to my waist and his fingers inside my panties and panty hose and fingering my pussy. I did not want any of this but the feelings of sexual ecstasy were already starting to overwhelm me so I just relaxed and gave in to what was happening.


He moved me into the den and then into the kitchen as he bent me backwards over the kitchen table with his hands still caressing all over me and making me feel wonderful. He bent me backwards over the kitchen table and removed my panties and panty hose with my dress hiked up around my waist. I was not thinking clearly at that moment or I would have stopped him. He continued to expertly massage my vulva and breasts to sexually stimulate me while planting kisses on my mouth and neck and his tongue probing inside my mouth. Everything felt absolutely wonderful. My resistance to this whole idea seemed to melt with his touches on my body.


His fingers were now viciously rubbing inside my pussy and lathering me up, feeling fantastic with each jab inside my pussy with his several fingers. I was becoming numb to what was happening as the wine continued to set in and help me relax. I did not notice him unzip his pants and work up his penis as I lay stoned and vulnerable on my back on the kitchen table.


After a few more minutes of his finger working my pussy, I felt him move his penis into position at the entrance of my pussy. He continued to expertly caress me and keep me excited as suddenly I felt his rigid penis thrust up inside me. His penis was huge but I was so wet that he quickly pushed fully deep inside me and started pumping me quickly, plunging hard and deeply inside me, and getting into a steady pumping rhythm.


His pumping my pussy continued for ten or fifteen minutes as he ploughed deep inside me again and again with his hard penis, driving me wild with sexual stimulation. His large penis felt so good pumping inside me. With his kisses and caresses, I now found myself cuming as he continued to pump my pussy with his rigid penis in an intense, deep-thrusting, rhythmic pattern. As I started to cum and vocally expressed it, he started cuming inside me also and kept pumping me viciously hard and deep as he started expending himself inside me.


We both enjoyed a fantastic orgasm together as he finished pumping me hard and deep and cuming with several huge bursts of semen inside me. He finally pulled out, leaving me on my back on the kitchen table.


He moved his wet penis around to my mouth and got me to open my mouth and accept it being inserted inside. I sucked his semen wet penis for several minutes until it was clean, yielding completely now to my sexual desires.


Down the hall I could hear my husband hollering “Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, Baby!” as he apparently came inside this guy’s wife.




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