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Glinda and Bobbys First Swing

Bobby smiled as they called, after a minute I demanded that he put on the speaker so I could hear both sides of the conversation To my delight both were on. After we spoke for a while Larry the guy on the other end of the line suggested we skipe on line. We gave them our web address and within a couple of minutes we saw their image appear on screen. When their image on line appeared I was pleasantly surprised. Thirty-sh, HWP, and so far acted like real human beings. The conversation included complements given and accepted by both parties, and eventually the conversation turned to the reason we were contacted. “So what are y'all in to?” “We really haven't done anything like this before”, Some things should be private, I was grateful that Bobby did not volunteer our experience with his brother and his wife. “We can adjust to your comfort level” Larry volunteered, “We have entertained newbies before”.And they ran down the cardinal rules of Swinging, No means No, ask before you touch, don't bring drama into the mix. Their candidness and openness made me relax considerably more and we soon agreed to meet at a local watering hole that happened to serve food late Saturday afternoon. The dilemma of what to wear hit me, up scale, casual, conservative, or slutty? Eventually I went for Texas casual, lose jeans, halter, a sheer shirt, sandals and a wide brimmed sun hat accented with a big pair of sunglasses. Basically what I wore to an amusement park- not eye catching but comfortable and not too concealing. As I finished dressing Bobby came in from the shower and complemented me on my choice in attire and immediately and dressed in the same vein, cargo shorts, nice t-shirt, sandals give-me hat and aviator style sunglasses. We got to the chain restaurant/bar which is a clone of every other. Booths and tables with lots of varnished wood and low lighting. Bobby gave them a call and ask what they wanted to drink, that we had arrived and where we in the bar. The service was good and our drinks arrived as they also walked to the table. Larry and Cindy reintroduced themselves as we stood to welcome them. The drinks were ordinary bar cuisine, I had a virgin, Bobby a dark beer, as did Larry, the exception was Cindy, she had a Hurricane. (Nerves from what I expected to be experienced swingers? Maybe). I admit I had some butterfly action in my gut but didn't consume alcohol for the sake of our bun in the oven. We made small talk for a few minutes, maybe half an hour till Larry asked if we wanted to continue our conversation in a more intimate surroundings. Bobby, bless his heart suggested our place. It did wonders for my self confidence. With the reality of being alone with these two made me appraise these two seriously. Cindy was cute, short bobbed hair, dark brown with highlights, average build, average sized breasts, an ample “C” cup. She was dressed more relieving than me with one of those single strap Tee in which she bra less as the outline of he nipples proved. A common denim skirt which came down to her knees, sandals that laced up her legs. Lite makeup, well maintained nails. She had at least 10 years on me, I could only hope I looked as good when I reached her age. As she stood her hips were wider than mine and there were no pantie lines. She was wearing very little, just enough to be in public. Larry was dressed more or less like Bobby with the exception of his long stretch pants, sort of a male version of yoga pants. He had an obvious package. When we got to our car, Larry suggested we girls travel in each other's cars. Which wasn't much to ask, the trip to our ranch style house was only 5 to 10 minutes away. As we walked to Larry's car, he was close, but not too close and he opened the door to his car for me, leaving it opened as we let the heat that had built up in the car escape, the got in and immediately started the engine and put the air conditioner on max. Bobby tapped on his horn and we started home. On the way to our house Larry gave his rendition of his and Cindy's swinging history. Initially it was a one time thing with some close friends in their neighborhood after they had been married for ten years. Cindy had enjoyed this taste of variety and wanted to try it again. Larry wasn't as enthusiastic, but after their encounter their sex improved substantially. The next time they went out was to a house party with the same friends. Awkward at first, they visited with strangers and met a few that they knew only marginally. For the first few hours nothing unusual happened, it was like any other cocktail party they had been to. There were couples that seemed to disappear for a short time, but they reappeared later. Some were losing some clothing, some of the women had donned negligees or bikinis and the men were in trunks. Some were taking advantage of the hot tub, others were just talking or playing cards. About 10 PM the host and hostess brought out a couple of futons which she put in strategic areas in the den and living room and announced that the playrooms were open, and not to use baby oil for any reason.(it stains the upholstery) Larry said he and Cindy were still nervous and shy, but within a few minutes there was a couple at their feet utilizing the futon on the floor in front of them having vigorous sex. More people became nude and the action was all around them. Necking, petting, oral but about half were simply observing while visiting. Cindy broke the ice with Larry by laying a deep kiss on him. Within a few minutes they were passionately engaged with each other, oblivious to anything but each other. Cindy suddenly got up and led Larry to one of the play rooms, removing clothing as she walked. As they entered a bed room with two large beds pushed together. She started the action with a question,”Are you ready for this?” He was, and the balance of the night was spent expanding their sexual horizons. He found watching Cindy with other men strangely stimulating. He had a fear that Cindy would be jealous when I was with another woman, but as he was balls deep in a woman he saw Cindy craw over and give him a passionate kiss. His story ended as we arrived at our house, I didn't wait for him to open my door but I did direct him to move his car into our driveway, Bobby had already entered and closed the garage door. I retrieved my keys from my purse and led Larry into the house via the front door. As we entered I could hear Cindy and Bobby talking in the kitchen as Bobby retrieved the booze under the breakfast bar. I had a virgin screwdriver,(orange juice). Cindy had a stiff RC,(rum and coke) and the boys stuck to beer. Cindy by this time had noticed our hot tub. My folks gave us their original when they got a substantially larger one. Still, ours held six comfortably. She suggested that we get in and get comfortable. Bobby said it would take about half an hour to heat up, but Cindy implied that she didn't mind. She would warm up with the water. Bobby had it turned on and the cover removed in a flash. Cindy was true to her word, and dropped her clothing, ( I was correct she was only clothed in her skirt and Tee, she had already removed her sandals.) Not being that adventurous, but not to be out done I striped and joined her sitting across from her. We started visiting. The boy were selecting music, eventually music started to fill the air. Grateful that Bobby didn't put on his C&W, some soft rock was more in the mood than hearing some white trash singing about their trucks, broken marriage, drinking or their mother. Cindy used the time to inquire about Bobby, what he liked or didn't like when we coupled. She basically informed me that Larry would do anything I asked, he was pretty submissive to what ever his partner at the time directed. By the time the boys joined us the water was noticeably warmer. Bobby, bless his heart, suggested a pitcher of Margaritas. I opted for sweet tea. Eventually Cindy moved over beside Bobby and with some giggling and ohs and ahs, she checked out Bobby's tool. I was feeling pretty bold by this point so I checked our male guest, moving beside him until our sides touched and Larry put his arm over my shoulder, his hand cupping my right breast in his hand. The laughter gradually ceased and Cindy and Bobby started kissing passionately. I looked into Larry's eyes and saw pure desire. I moved, straddling his hips facing him and starting the same with him. I could feel his swollen member against me as we kissed. After this foreplay in hot water for uncounted minutes, I heard Cindy say, “Lets hit the sheets” The boys were out of the hot tub faster than a scalded cat handing me and Cindy towels as we emerged from the hot tub. We dried ourselves briefly and Bobby led us into the bed room. I was happy that we had a king size bed. Cindy was definitely ready to play, in a continuous motion was on her back, legs spread and knees up. Bobby being the gentleman as always started to give her head, but she, grabbed his hair pulling him up to her face with his instructions, “get inside me”. He obliged immediately, she spreading her lips with her hands as he penetrated her slowly, then paused as she eventually started to grind, then hump her paramour and he began to pump her. Me and Larry were at this point spectators as Larry Held me from behind massaging my breasts and inner thighs while we watched. I have to admit I was hotter than Dallas pavement in August as I felt his erection against my back. I wanted him, now. I bend over the end of the bed giving Larry complete access as I moved my feet apart and sank my head and torso to the mattress. I am so wet. The odor of the sex of four willing participants filled the room as I felt Larry fill my cavity with his manhood . Hypersensitive and excited, as he filled me I felt an electric like shock as he began a delicious thrusting motion into me. God help me, I love this. I want him closer, so between thrusts. I craw in the bed, turn over and motion him to mount me missionary. He obeys as Cindy told me he would. He pumps and grinds until I feel him expand and releases his seed into me. I have a good orgasm, nothing exceptional but rewarding. As he withdraws my attention is drawn to Cindy and my husband. She is now on top, pumping him, head down, in the most carnal embrace, so close. Her pumping quickens and he moans as he ejaculates into her. We pause, but we were far from completely satiated . We bask in the afterglow of our unions and make small talk and joked. I excuse myself to pee, Cindy follows. “What now? “ after I emptied myself, and Cindy immediately took my place doing the same. “Well, that depends on what you want. We could call it a night and leave or we could play for hours, If you are willing.” Honestly, my sex sessions up until now ended after Bobby spilled himself in me, the same with his brother who fertilized me. The man had always determined the duration. The ideal of continuing for a expanded period intrigued me. She was suggesting a full blown party, fucking until we couldn't anymore. As we emerge we find that the boys had done the same in the other toilet and awaited on the bed. “Well, we took a little sexual tension off, how about some serious play time now?” Cindy announced as she positioned herself between the boys, saying “How about a double teem for this cherry Larry? She hasn't had that experience sadly”. Bobby just looked confused but Larry definitely knew the ropes. Cindy told me to set on the edge of the bed and Larry got on his knees and started giving me vigorous head. I warmed up quickly and lay back and closed my eyes as he continued. I felt movement on the bed. As I opened my eyes I saw that Bobby had taken possession next to Larry and sure enough, as Larry moved away, Bobby replaced him, and worked my clit well as he had learned my secrets over the years. I was flying. I came, not a release, but a relaxed flood of sensations across my body. “How do you like this? Cindy ask. I could not answer as I felt another organism building, the boys exchanged places again. At this time I realized that I had not cleaned my pussy after Larry came in me and I was surprised that neither minded that they were tasting cum as they ate me. Cindy was massaging my breasts and eventually started to suckle me, then we kissed. Her lips were so soft as we explored each other's mouth. Compared to a man's kiss, hers was a new experience. All this was going on as the guys continued working yet another harder organism took hold. I almost screamed as I came, I wasn't sure who was servicing me but I grabbed the hair of my lover and commanded with urgency “fuck me'. Larry was a little thicker and I knew it was him who filled me. I pulled my knees up with my hands giving Larry full access to me which he took advantage as he humped me standing by the bed. This didn't last long as Larry withdrew and was immediately replaced by Bobby. I lost track of time. By now I was on a sexual plateau, cumming almost every couple of minutes, each orgasm increasing in intensity. Eventually I was done. Sapped of every ounce of energy, I had to cry enough! No more! Cindy just said “My turn”. For an hour or so I watched the guys work Cindy. One thing I can say is that Cindy was more aggressive than me. She guided the guys to service her as she got exactly what she wanted. I looked at the clock, we had been engaged in sexual play for four hours. The boys had been patiently waiting to get off and they mounted us missionary until I felt Bobby's cream fill me and Larry filled Cindy. I passed out for a moment. A swoon? I heard of such, but this was the first time I experienced this. As we recovered from our passion. We didn't need to ask if anyone wanted more. It would be hours before I wanted more, maybe days. After Larry and Cindy left, we cuddled together. Bobby asked “How are you?” “I think I might be a little sore, but it was worth it”.

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