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Stardom

My husband and I were in our early 50's before we decided to dive head first into the lifestyle. We had dabbled in it for several years, going to nude beaches and resorts where we could watch others, and then experimenting with some "soft" swinging several times. It took a lot of patience and persistence (but not much arm twisting) from my husband to get me excited about the idea of full-swap same-room swinging-and to this day we have a mutually agreed-upon rule that we never separate. Not because we don't trust each other, but because we enjoy watching each other and we both feel more secure staying together.

It wasn't long before we both realized that he was a serious voyeur, and I.....well let's just say I have exhibitionist tendencies that perfectly complement his voyeurism. Even then, I was hesitant when he suggested taking things a step further and dipping my foot into the "single guy" pool, which would of course provide him with the freedom to watch, photograph, and film me with another man without anyone else present to distract him or us. I have to admit that deep down I had my doubts about my ability to enjoy being in front of a camera, but I agreed to give it a try. Had I known the pleasures that awaited me, I would have done it a lot sooner, and not so reluctantly.

Lights, camera, action! Of those three things I must say that having all the lights on was the most distracting thing for me. Although I've always been told I was attractive, my first few times getting naked in front of a video camera in a fully lit room made me keenly self-conscious of my 54 year-old female body. The bright lights unnerved me, especially when disrobing with a "co-star" watching. Of course, hubby wouldn't dare allow us to play even once without that camera going, for fear that he might miss something "big" and not get it on film.

Want to know the best thing about having playmates who aren't intimidated by a camera? They exude self-confidence and it is contagious. I found out quickly that all of them have a special passion. They certainly enjoy being watched while giving me pleasure. They are affectionate and genuine. They love life. Believe me, their self-confidence and good attitude provides more than enough ingredients to make the whole experience worthwhile.

As it turned out, I have been very fortunate. My first time was somewhat awkward, I was nervous, but the guy turned out to be really nice and understanding and helped to calm my nerves enough to make it enjoyable. Still, I was not able to let go like I wanted to. My second encounter with a single guy and on camera served to set a standard for future partners and encounters. A few days before "New Guy" came to our house, we had arranged to meet him at a local restaurant for a few drinks and dinner, our "meet and greet". We have always proceeded cautiously, taking time to meet in person first and do "the interview". He was 37 years old, salt and pepper hair, thinning a bit on top, in the military, very intelligent, and, wow, what a good looking hunk of masculinity he was. When hubby asked him about his comfort level with being videotaped, I'll never forget his thought-provoking response. "Well, because of what I do in combat," he said, "I must maintain my focus at all times, with all kinds of distractions happening at once. Just one small lapse in concentration at the wrong time and you're dead. I have actually survived the experience of seeing the flash of a gun being fired at me. It forced me to think a lot about life and how it can all be over in the blink of an eye. What I try to do when I am with a woman is just use what I have learned in my combat experiences - to concentrate, to ignore all distractions, and to be fully engaged in the moment. I have learned to tune everything else out and have trained myself mentally to fall into the pure enjoyment of flesh touching flesh, so to speak. When I'm lucky enough to be touching a beautiful woman, during those minutes and hours she is all that exists in the world and she is my sole reason for being." Wow. I was impressed. Wow.

Two days later, he knocked on our front door and walked in with a big smile on his face, a bottle of my husband's favorite bourbon in one hand (wow, he took notes at the restaurant!), and a bouquet of flowers for me in the other hand. He shook my husband's hand, and then he reached under my arms and picked me up to give me a big kiss and bear hug. All three of us poured ourselves a couple of drinks, making small talk. Then we went out to our garage and climbed the stairs up to our "playroom". Hubby flipped on all of the lights. And there we were. Lights, camera, action!

I didn't know what to do first to get things kicked off, but he certainly did. He walked over to the lounge chair in the corner, sat down, kicked off his shoes, and patted his legs for me to come to him and straddle his lap, facing him. We were fully clothed, him in blue jeans and a button up cotton shirt, me barefooted in a pair of shorts and a tank top. He gazed into my eyes and with his right hand pushed my hair back and drew me closer to him for several soft, sweet tentative kisses, which gradually turned into longer and deeper more passionate kisses. He gently bit my bottom lip and kissed my cheeks, moving to my ear lobes and neck. He spent a long time kissing and nuzzling my neck with his mouth, returning often to give me more deep passionate kisses on my mouth. I got chill bumps and was hot all at the same time. My nipples were erect and tingling. Everything began to tingle. I could feel his growing erection through his jeans and my shorts as we continued. He was running his hands all over my back and shoulders and pulling me close to him, as I clinched the back of his neck in mine, drawing him closer and harder into me as we kissed over and over and over. While I nibbled on his earlobe and kissed him on the neck, he groaned softly in my ear and moved his hands around to my chest, cupping my breasts in them and giving them soft squeezes through the fabric of my tank top. Then he started caressing my nipples with his thumbs and the tips of his index fingers, rubbing gently round and round and across and down. I closed my eyes and suddenly I was transported in time back to seventeen, on the bench seat of my boyfriend's pickup truck parked somewhere in a freshly mown moonlit hayfield. I let my mind fall back into the sensations I felt all those years ago. The tingling, the swelling, and the longing to be touched came rushing forward from my past, straight into my spine.

He began to intermittently squeeze my nipples while he caressed them, each time just a little bit harder, but still gently. At the same time he would lean up for more and more deep kisses on my mouth. He reached up to my shoulders and pulled my tank top down to my waist and began kissing, licking and sucking one nipple, then the other. Then I was the one who moaned as I felt his erection get tighter in his jeans and he pushed it against me. I felt a deep intense contraction that shot hot juice into my shorts. I pushed into him harder and reached to unbutton his shirt, pulling it apart and touching his chest with my hands, feeling his heartbeat. I began gently rubbing his chest hair with the delight of a child playing with a toy. When I moved my hands closer to his waistline, he suddenly stopped me, slid forward in the chair, and in one move stood up and picked me up, his hands under my butt. He carried me over to the bed and laid me down on my back and stood over me while he took off his shirt and jeans, revealing the magnificent manhood that I had been rubbing and pressing through his jeans and my shorts. He reached down to me and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pulled my tank top and shorts down in one fluid motion, tossing them on the floor.

He came to me hungrily, with hotter deeper kisses, pressing my entire body to his and literally wrapping me up in his arms and legs, holding me close. I closed my eyes again, and there we were on that old quilt laid carefully in the grass next to the pickup truck. He moved his mouth and tongue over me again, my mouth, my eyelids, face, my ears, my neck, chest, and breasts, all while his entire naked body up against me, enveloping mine into a hot embrace. I could feel his hardness and wetness pressed against my thigh as he slowly reached down and cupped my entire pussy in his hand. I was so hot and wet for him. I felt his middle finger begin to softly and gently explore my sopping wet crotch with one long stroke from front to back, then back to front, stopping at the top of my clit and rubbing gently in a circular motion with the flat side of his finger. I gasped for breath and clinched him closer, spreading my legs apart so that he could reach me better. Much to my delight, he continued his soft fondle of my freshly shaved pussy, gently rubbing the outer, then the inner lips near my clit and around the opening to my love cave. I felt everything swelling and tingling as he touched me with a rare and precious tenderness. It almost made me crazy with desire for his cock to be inside of me and for a few moments I thought about begging for it. But the pleasure of all this rare foreplay was not to be missed, so I just let him continue to see how far he would take it. He was very skilled with his hand, and had several moves that made my clit swell to the point that it was like a small, erect penis. Then he began rubbing it with three fingers, barely touching the tip of my clit with his thumb while rubbing the swollen shaft of it between his index and middle finger. I was groaning and moaning with pleasure, and right at the point where I thought I would climax, he would change what he was doing and let me come down a little bit. After several teases up to the brink of climax and back down, he finally brought me up to the brink and over the edge, and as I exploded I cried out in pleasure. I lunged forward with a whole body contraction and gave him a handful of hot juices squirting out of my pussy. Oh, oh, oh, my, my, my.

As I was catching my breath, he whispered softly in my ear "You are so beautiful." He grabbed my hand and put it on his rock hard cock so I could feel his juices. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked it. He pulled my hand away and said "No ma'm, this ain't about me tonight...my turn will be later....I'm not done discovering you just yet." Then he leaned down and put his face on my pussy and took a deep breath, like he was inhaling something that smelled wonderful. He said "Ahhhhh....." and instantly he spread my legs and his hot wet mouth was on my swollen clit. I can't even describe how exquisite the sensations were as he explored me with his mouth and tongue. He began to concentrate on my clit, licking and sucking it until I was on the edge again, aching to climax, and then backing me off for a few moments that seemed like an eternity until he started to bring me back up again. Then he took his thumbs and softly pulled my pussy open and the feel of his tongue became more direct and intense. He finally let me go and I pushed my clit hard into his mouth as I came so he could feel every spasm. He kept his mouth on my clit after I came, like he was relishing every moment. In a minute or two, he started it all over, very slowly, gently licking my clit again, except this time he also used his finger and began rubbing the soft smooth spot just inside the back of my pussy. I swear I think he conjured another clit back there. He would rub that sweet spot, in and out, then gently press on it toward my ass. This sent me completely into orbit. Then he took another finger and started rubbing my perineum, all the while continuing to rub my sweet spot and lick my clit. When his finger (I think it was his thumb) became very wet from my pussy juices, he slowly moved it down to my ass and rubbed the opening in a circular motion. By then, I had almost lost my mind with pleasure. I didn't even realize it at the time, but I was moaning again, only this time I was moaning loudly. In a few minutes he stopped and switched hands, moving new fingers over my pussy to get them covered in my juices. He put his middle finger just inside me up to his first knuckle and began rubbing, pressing and gently tugging gently on my G-spot, which at that point was as swollen and hard as my clit. He curved his finger and used his second knuckle to push back on my sweet spot. He moved slowly, gently, yet firmly and knowingly, all the while in tandem with his tongue on my clit. I yielded completely as he brought me straight up, no teasing this time, to a mind-blowing orgasm. I squirted so hard that I felt like something had ruptured inside of me. He lifted his face to mine, climbed on top of me, took me in his arms and held me close, kissing me over and over as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and neck and wrapped my legs around his torso.

The next thing I knew, his cock was touching my pussy. He took it in his hand and rubbed me up and down several times with it just before putting the tip inside me. He kept moving gently in and out with just the tip, gradually working just the head of it inside me. He pushed a little deeper and began rubbing my still erect G-spot, and I could feel the very pronounced ridge of his cock as my pussy squeezed down on it. He slowly stroked me for several minutes, then began gradually going deeper as the sensations built within me. He was literally caressing my pussy with his cock. He was the one who became noisy at that point, moaning and groaning, somehow managing to whisper "so hot....so wet....so tight....so damn good...." Then he picked up the pace as our mutual responses grew stronger. How he managed to stroke me so deeply, so forcefully, yet still so gently, will forever be a mystery to me. My entire pussy felt like one big swollen clit, and as he moved, I became tighter and tighter, milking his cock with every stroke. His cock was rock hard the entire time, but after several minutes of steady stroking it grew even bigger and harder. Soon, my G-spot started to deliciously contract and I was over the edge once more, only this time more intense than ever.

He continued to slowly stroke me until my orgasm subsided, and in one fluid motion, he pulled his cock out of me and reached down to turn me over on my hands and knees, entering me from behind, doggie-style. He grabbed the sides of my butt with his hands and slowly pushed his cock deep inside me. The new angle gave me new sensations, and I pushed back toward him to get it as deep as it would go. After several long slow strokes, he gradually started to stroke faster. His cock felt huge, and it was such a rush to have him stroking me harder, deeper, and faster that way. I could feel and hear his balls slapping my clit with every deep stroke. Then he began alternating deep stokes with shallow ones on my G-spot again. I dropped my head and shoulders down to the quilt, arched my back, and reached backward with my hand for just a moment, gently fondling his scrotum, noticing that his balls had almost disappeared inside him. I began gripping the quilt as I felt another orgasm beginning to roll deep down inside me, all the way up my spine. Without a doubt, it was the best orgasm I had ever had in my life. I screamed. I had tears in my eyes. I think I lost consciousness for a few seconds. Then I felt his climax begin as he shoved his cock deeper and harder into my convulsing pussy. I felt his whole body start to spasm. About a dozen strong cock spasms later, he had filled me with hot semen. He leaned forward and we both collapsed onto the quilt, him lying on top of my back. He was pushing my hair off the back of my sweaty neck and kissing it, still breathing hard. As we lay there, I felt the night air begin to cool us down, the crickets were chirping, the stars were twinkling......

"Honey, you need to roll over for me and spread your legs so I can get a shot of that cream pie", said my husband. I suddenly opened my eyes. Instantly, we were back, in the garage, the bright lights, and the camera, hubby there with an enormous smile on his face. And I saw an even bigger one on New Guy's face. He rolled off of me and gently rolled me over on my back. I spread my legs, knees in the air, feet on the quilt. "Push it out , sweetheart......there you go......great....", said hubby. New Guy watched and said "Oh my God...look at all that cum running out of her....did I do that?" Husband: "Isn't she beautiful? What did I tell you...." They exchanged a knowing glance and New Guy said, "Oh, yes, she is so incredibly beautiful, you were so right...."

I couldn't talk at all-I think I was in shock. I was completely speechless for about ten minutes, lying there with my eyes closed, while New Guy visited the bathroom. Finally, I looked at my husband, who was still smiling and gave me a big wink. Then he leaned down and kissed me. I sat up and looked over at New Guy, who by that time was getting dressed. I smiled, and said "Next time it's your turn, so you better be looking forward to relaxing and receiving the ultimate full body massage and kiss." He came over to me and gave me a big bear hug and kiss and said "You betcha, sweetheart, you betcha."

Two weeks later, that is exactly what I did for him. Afterwards, he stayed with us for a while for a great home-cooked meal while Hubby prepared his going away gift - a copy of both videos. The next day he left for Afghanistan.



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