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I enjoy reading erotic stories from time to time. I enjoy the arousal and from time to time I’ll jerk off. Still, they just don’t fit with my own swinging lifestyle experiences. I know that we all have individual stories and other people won’t be just like me either, but I just had to write something closer to the real world. I don’t have a huge cock and most of the women I’ve encountered are not the perfect blonde specimens in other stories.

I’m Tim, 59, and my fuck-buddy is Marti, 54. We have having sex for about 8 years and been swinging for about 7. We both are happily married, but not to each other. We love our spouses, but we fully understand the difference between sex and love. We both have tried to convince our spouses to get involved in the lifestyle without success. Frankly, I think we might have tried harder if we both weren't well pleased with our opportunities for recreational sex together. We live in small cities about 200 miles apart and that has both limited our play opportunities, but offered enough for us to have plenty of fun.

We met each other at an annual conference for community volunteers. I had been involved for about 12 then and had occasional sex partners. Most were one or two night encounters, a few lasted longer. Marti is the only one with whom I’ve developed such a close relationship, but I stay in contact with three others. It’s been at least two years since I’ve seen any of the others, but we chat by email and instant message and sometimes by phone. Two of the others have joined me with swinger play.

Marti and I didn’t fuck on the evening of our first encounter, but it was a good night that led to good sex. That first night was a Saturday, the closing night of the conference. There had been a banquet with a party after, but it was finished by about 9:30. It was typical at the conference for there to be some after-event drinking, sometimes with dancing. One nice thing is that there were about eight women for every man who attended, so guys who were friendly and flirty always had plenty of attention. There never was a need for me to be aggressive to find play partners. I normally was very well behaved, but sometimes, I’d get clear signals from a woman who wanted more.

The conference hotel was on the beach in a resort town and a group of us who had sat together at dinner walked a couple of blocks along the boardwalk to find a bar that looked promising. It was Saturday night in a town with a hot reputation, but the bar was nearly deserted. It had room for 200, but I don’t think there were more than five other people in the place. The main room was full of tables with a couple of pool tables and a small dance floor. Our initial group had about 8 women and little old me. We ordered drinks, most of us shared pitchers of beer, and headed to the pool tables.

Among the few people there in the bar were two guys in there early 20s, drinking and playing pool. Our noisy little group wasn’t what they had expected. At the time, I was about 50. I’m 6’5” and medium husky, about 250. The women were mid-30s to mid-40s and were generally pretty attractive. There were two or three I planned to watch during the evening, in case they wanted to get extra friendly. We had started drinking at the banquet part, so we were already loose when we got to the bar. More drinking just helped. The women were pretty noisy for being middle-aged moms, but the conference was their time to work all day and have a little fun at night. For most of the, very innocent fun.

I was involved in the first few games of pool with different women as my partners and opponents. While I was lucky enough to get a lot of flirting attention, some of it spilled over to the young guys at the next table. At one point, they motioned toward the group of women with me- a few more had arrived from the conference- and asked how I had arranged to be the only guy with such a harem. It was the best straight line another guy ever has fed me. I simply answered, "They've heard I have a 10-inch dick.” OK, that’s not true at all. My dick is very medium, but it was so much fun to say.

Within 30 minutes, the group from the conference had grown to about 25, including a couple more guys. The bar had cranked up some dancing music and about a third of the group was on the dance floor. It was group dancing, rather than couples and I continued to get more attention than a guy deserves. Here’s advice to guys of ANY age, get up and dance! Women love it. I’m not a skilled dancer, but I’m sincere about it and there almost always is hip-rubbing and chances to caress the sides of breasts and grab some asses. Even women who weren’t prospects for activities later were ready to relax on the dance floor. Real women don’t worry about whether a guy has great moves, they just want him in the vicinity. At any moment, I was dancing with as many as five women.

Two women I had noticed early on were Courtney and Anne, both blondes with completely different builds, one short and stacked, one tall and lithe. They were especially flirty around the pool table and both danced, but as the evening went on, I lost track of them. It was during the dancing that I noticed Marti and Beth. I’m sure I had seen them earlier during the conference and maybe even at previous conferences, but this was the first time they really caught my interest.

Marti and Beth are much more typical women than the women in most erotic stories. Both were mid-40s, both had kids and neither could be described with the specific hourglass dimensions or cup sizes I see so often. Beth was short with a fairly big but, but she was charming and had sex on her mind. Marti was slimmer, and she had been a super athlete years ago. Now she didn’t have a hot figure as much as a womanly shape. Both were up and down during the dancing, but both were noticeable because of how close they got during dancing- full-fledged bump and grind stuff. They weren’t the only ones, but it was even more obvious with them.

By now, our group was over 30 and people were coming and going. A couple of the women announced that they were ready to walk back to the conference hotel and I offered to walk with them. Marti said she’d walk along, too. I thought she was calling it a night, but when I said good night to the others, she turned to walk back to the bar with me. I mentioned earlier, that I don’t need to behave aggressively to find play partners and I sensed this was one of those times. Rather than walking back on the boardwalk, I suggested Marti and I walk on the beach and halfway back we were all over each other, kissing and groping. It seemed the right thing to do, so my hand was quickly down the front of her jeans, fingering her very wet pussy. We spent a few minutes there and headed back to the bar. Now’s the time to mention that heading to hotel rooms wasn't a good option. To cut costs for the volunteers, everyone had roommates. Mine was a rotund old preacher, a very pleasant guy, but not the right person to have in the room while I was fucking another conference participant.

After about three hours of drinking and dancing, the remainder of our group headed back to the hotel. Most of us stopped on the hotel deck to sit and talk. There were about 20 of us at first with the population of men up to five. Marti was one of those who went into the hotel and I realized our brief beach grope was the limit for the night. But Beth was still out and we found an opportunity to slip away. We hadn’t done more than dirty dancing so far, but it had been as dirty as possible considering the group. By the time we were a couple of blocks up the beach and out of sight of the hotel, we were walking hand in hand. We stopped to kiss and our hands were all over each other with hers heading right to my cock. She had my zipper down quickly and began a very nice hand job, something I later learned was a special skill for her.

Remember that I’m 6’5” and Beth is short, maybe 5’2”. I could reach her pussy, but that’s not a great match. There were very few people walking the beach, but just enough that it wouldn’t work for one of us to drop to our knees to give the other head. Fortunately, we had stopped a few steps from a tall lifeguard chair and I had the bright idea. To have Beth sit on the edge of a step that was just the right height. I was able to slip my dick into that warm and wet cunt with no problem. Given that we’re fucking in the open on a public beach, it may seem silly to suggest we tried to be discreet, but we really did. We kept our hip thrusts to a minimum and both enjoyed my cock inside her. We kissed passionately and touched each other freely, but no one could have been certain whether we were standing closely or fucking. I was able to move my cock muscles so that I knew she felt it, but Beth had real control of her vaginal muscles. I’ve had women squeeze my dick with their pussies, but no one can grip like Beth. In the end, I gave a few little thrusts and wow! What a fuck! I walked Beth back to the hotel and knew I had met two great women in Beth and Marti, but I couldn’t guess what was ahead.

It was less than a week after the conference when I received an email at from Marti. It was very formal and business-like and it stuck to volunteer business, but I knew there was more. I thanked her for the note in equally formal terms and said I had enjoyed meeting her and the Saturday party was fun. It got informal very quickly and I suggested we meet the next afternoon in a town halfway between our home cities. It’s interesting that we hadn’t talked a lot at the bar or even during our walk on the beach. She was more talkative at first when we met at a mall, but when I told her I had a motel room she smiled and agreed, but was nearly silent again.

When we got to the room, we kissed and she reacted passively as I undressed her, when I moved her to the bed, and when I licked her very wet pussy. I had brought along a little vibrator and she moaned as I touched it to her clit and slit it inside her to find her G-spot, but she still hardly spoke a word. At one point, I adjusted my position, so she could reach my dick and I was glad I did. She sucked it deep and hard and it was a minor shock when she squeezed my balls so tight. She came the first time within just a few minutes and came a couple more times after that. Then, it was my turn. I slipped my dick inside her and pounded hard. We both enjoyed it when I put her legs on my shoulders and rammed as deep as I could go. Then I blew my wad inside her, but she pushed me off her, onto my back and sucked out every remaining drop. Then she licked the sides and bottom of my dick and my balls, too. I’ve seen plenty of dicks and mine isn’t big, but my balls are very big. She sucked each ball individually, but couldn’t get the entire sack in her mouth. So what! It was great for both of us. Marti still was pretty quiet for the rest of that meeting, but that wasn’t the real her. Now she’s the social butterfly.

Marti and I kept up our email correspondence and met at motels a couple more times during the next several months. I hoped I might raise the idea of swinging, but she helped me in a way I hadn’t expected. One Monday, I received an email in which she described a party she had attended with her friend Alicia. Alicia works for a theater company in Marti’s town and had loaned costumes to Marti and her husband for a Halloween party hosted by Alicia’s friend. Marti said the costumes- male and female versions of a gladiator- were terrific, even though the female costume was racier than she had expected Alicia to choose for her and, in fact, all of the costumes were very racy. She said Alicia had been especially attentive to her and to Mike, but especially to her. She said Mike had decided to leave after a short time, but she never understood what had happened.

It was clear to me right away that it had been a swinger party and Alicia had tried to introduce Marti and Mike to the lifestyle. When I explained this to Marti, she realized that was true and regretted not having a chance to see more. She said she even remembered seeing some very sexy touching, but had not put two and two together. I urged her to push Mike to try again, but I gather he wasn’t receptive, but more importantly, I offered to help her learn more about her missed opportunity.

It has been more than 8 years since Marti and I first fucked and more than 7 since we visited our first swinger club. There’s a great deal more to tell, but I’ll wait to see if my writing gets a good response from readers. Is my story interesting to others or just to me?

There are many more details to share, such as my efforts to convince my wife Mary Ann to get involved. We got as far as meeting another couple for a beach weekend, but the other guy was just too horny and pushy and Mary Ann was just plain scared of him. We left early. I had my own first experience in an MFM with a couple I met at a bar. I have continued to play with Beth, including a couple of visits to swinger clubs. Beth is a woman with a strong sex drive. And I haven’t even mentioned Frannie, another friend from my volunteer work who also is highly sexed. She loves swingers clubs because there are so many dicks to suck. I hope to share those stories, as well as some of the great group sex Marti and I have shared.

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