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My First Mfm

That very first time in 1981 is imbedded in my memory forever. I was thirty-eight years old, traveling for a major company, spending the week in various cities on the road away from my wife and family for up to six days at a time. And it gets lonely on the road. Every motel has the same kind of bed, the same kind of TV and the same kind of worn out bar and restaurant. Once in a while I’d get to meet a worn out movie star or a retired basketball coach sipping a scotch by himself at one of those bars, but even that was rare. Most of the time I just found myself waking up in the middle of the night; fuzz on the TV screen where I had left it on and went to sleep. That is until that faithful day…

I had been flying for three days…first to New York for a two hour meeting, then to Columbus for a 1 hour meeting, then down to Alabama and back to Raleigh for thirty minute layovers meeting clients at the airport. I was about to get on my flight for home when I got paged by the airport announcer (pre-cell phone days). It was my boss saying I had to fly to Boston to pick up some important papers and then fly to Miami to deliver them to a client. And it was just Tuesday night. I told him I would go to Boston, spend the night there and then fly to Miami the next day. He dropped the other shoe! I would need to be in Miami for at least three days. Miami, summertime, hot, humid, and South Beach had not even been invented yet. What would I do with my off time?

I called me wife and told her the news. As usual, she was supportive…she knew the money was really good and I would come home really horney. She told me to have a good time and said we would have a lot of Fun on Saturday night when I got back. I didn’t have to imagine long to imagine what kind of fun she was talking about.

The next day, I picked up the paperwork at our Boston office, went back to Logan and caught the flight to Miami. Now you all know what the airline seats are like in a 727: two seats on the left and three on the right. I always asked for an isle seat on the right. That usually gave me the most room for my robust frame. As luck would have it that day, however, I got the middle seat. It was the last one on the flight. I figured that there would be a squalling baby on my right and a rather rotund person on my left. I was wrong.

I boarded before my seat partners did and soon they boarded as well. I realized almost immediately they were traveling together and offered to take the aisle seat and let them have the other two. But, O No, that would never do. She needed the window seat and he needed the aisle seat. And the sweet way she said it made my spine tingle with anticipation. “Anticipation for what?“ I asked myself. Here this vision of loveliness was with a very buff, handsome man of about forty-five and even if I had any desires toward her, I knew he could dispatch with me after one well placed punch. Well, at least neither of them would be “squalling” nor were either of them, shall we say, weight challenged. So I settled in for the three hour flight with a magazine and hopes for a good nap on the way down.

She started the conversation first. What was I going to Miami for? Did I live there? What was I doing for the evening? It was almost like she was asking me for a date. He chimed in asking what my profession was and if I traveled much. I figured they were just trying to make the best of a long flight. The conversation was interesting at the time, but probably, in hind sight it was really boring. Then he asked me if I’d like to have dinner with them at “the club.” With nothing else to do and remembering my wife had told me to have a good time I graciously accepted. They picked me up at my hotel about 7:00 pm that night and we were off to their private club.

When we got there I was surprised. The “club” was an old manufacturing type building in a seed part of Opa Locka, a Miami suburb. The entrance was in the rear and there was nary a window in the place. The sign over the door said in red neon “Casablanca’s”. I asked what kind of club it was and they told me it was an exclusive, private club for members and guests only and that nobody would be armed or anything like that. I almost ran, but what the hey, I figured I could always run later so I went in with them.

The entrance way was guarded by an older lady dressed like she should have been twenty-two. Really sexy and not bad looking either. My new found friends paid the cover charge and we went in.

There was a nice buffet and tables all around. A bar was in back and He took a bottle over, gave it to the bar tender and had him write three names on it, His, Hers, and mine. I still didn’t know what was going on. They took me on a tour of the place. A nice lounge area had a large TV playing porno movies. There was a DJ and a small dance floor. There was a couple or two dancing very suggestively with hands everywhere. On around the corner there was a room with a pool table. She told me that the activity in the pool room would heat up about 9:00 and that maybe she and I could play some pocket pool on the big table later. I still hadn’t caught on.

Then we went in back of that room where there were rooms of all sizes, some with beds, some with the floor covered with mattresses and one with a massage table. Outside this area were a large whirlpool and some lockers. There were several couples in the whirlpool as naked as the day they were born. The lights started to come on. If there are naked people in a whirlpool then you must be in a swingers club. For me it was a startling revelation.

She asked me if I wanted something to eat. I could only stammer. I had never been in a swinging situation and I had never been in a swingers club. I had only heard rumors of such a thing. She took my hand and led me out to the dining room. I couldn’t eat. My mouth was dry. My hands were shaking. My knees were weak. What should I do? What should I say?

She did all the talking. She said she had spotted me in the airport waiting area and had bribed the desk attendant to seat me between them. It was a setup from the beginning. She wanted me to make love to her while he watched. I thought about what my wife had said on the phone…have fun while you’re gone. This leant new meaning to that statement.

My emotions pulled at me. Neither my wife nor I were virgins when we married. In fact we had met on a double date with a friend of mine and a girl I had been dating for several months. That night at the drive-in she had eagerly given herself to my friend while my girl and I were going at it hot and heavy in the front seat. I saw her a few days later after my girlfriend and I had a serious argument and split up for ever. Six months later we were married. Sex with my wife was as hot with me as it sounded that night when she was at the drive-in in the back seat with my life long buddy fucking her for all he was worth. And until her death last year, it was just as hot every time we were together.

Well my conscious had slipped somewhere south by that time and my mind followed it as well as my voice. I said yes. Evidently she was ready so she winked at him and then took my hand and led me back to the lockers. There, in front of the lockers he and I undressed her and then she undressed us. We spent some time in the whirlpool getting “better acquainted” and then dried off and went to one of the private rooms.

No sooner than the door shut and he had (with cock in hand) taken a seat in the corner did she put her arms around my neck. She pressed her body to me, her nipples stabbing my chest, the lush hair on her pussy almost flowing over my cock and pulled my mouth to hers. Our tongues intertwined as did any other movable part of our bodies and we fell over on the bed. Within what seemed to be an eternity, but must have been only minutes we had kissed, licked and sucked every part of each others bodies we could reach.

Soon we found ourselves in a 69 position, my cock being lovingly sucked, kissed and licked while my tongue had found a way to alternately lick her clit and enter her vagina on alternate strokes stopping occasionally for me to purse my lips on her clit and suck it deeply into my mouth. She must have about three times.

I realized for the first time we were not alone in the room as I realized his hands were caressing her body and holding her cheeks apart so that he could see me at work eating greedily at her very wet, very hot pussy. Then he got behind her and told me he was going to fuck her and if I liked I could continue to lick and suck her clit as I did. Let me tell you, the most amazing sight I have ever seen was his cock sliding into her and thrusting in and out right in front of my eyes as I continued to suck her clit. In just a minute I had the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. She just kept on sucking as I felt her own orgasm shudder through her body. He was nice enough to warn me and give me a chance to move just before he came inside her. He kept stroking as he shot rope after rope of hot cum into her, much of it being forced out of her by his hard cock and dropping on the sheets.

My cock never deflated. He pulled away and told us to have all the fun we wanted. She turned around and sat on my cock and began to ride me to several of her orgasms and one final one for me. What a night…I will never forget it.

…Saturday night and my wife picked me up at the airport. “Did you have fun?”, she asked. “Sure did” I replied. “She was great, but not as hot as you. No one ever could be.” It wasn’t until about five years later that my wife told me she believed me and that while she would never swing, that it would be alright with her for me to swing as long as I never lied to her about it and I always loved her. In forty years I never lied and I never stopped loving her. She willing shared me with many single women and many couples over those years. Last year she passed from this life to the next. I know somewhere in Heaven she is looking down and loving every minute of my life.

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