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PHXC - Her First Other Guy

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This is the first of a contemplated series of writings about some of our actual real-life swinging experiences. Look for future postings, all of which I will title beginning with “PHXC”. Our SLS profile is Phoenixcougar, if you care to look us up.

Vivian and I married when we were both 19, both still virgins. Our sex life while married had been one of making gradual advances through expanding realms of adventure, One thing was absolute though, it was always me leading the way and slowly nudging her further and further along.

I encouraged her to masturbate for the first-ever time (so she has always professed), I introduced her to oral sex, both receiving and giving, I introduced her to toys, etc, etc, etc. Let’s just say that she had a very conservative upbringing that I was working to overcome.

By the time that we were in our early 40’s, we had progressed to the point where I was trying to convince her on a regular basis how erotic it was to me to think about her being sexually active with another guy, both for his pleasure and for hers. She did not push-back on the idea, but she wasn’t ready to snatch the mailman into the bedroom either.

We began going to a swing club in Nashville, the only one that existed there at the time. Our first several trips were solely to get her comfortable with the possibility. I had to admit that the facilities and the clientele left much to be desired to be overwhelmingly sexually attractive.

She and I played a few times between ourselves at the club and we watched other couples playing. After a dozen or so visits, there was a growing interest, but honestly, the environment at that club was interfering. Fortunately for us, a second club opened in Nashville that had much nicer facilities and clientele.

We began attending this second club once a month or so. She felt much more comfortable, which meant that she was much more open to a connection. After several visits there, on a certain Saturday night, a couple who we had not seen before arrived and took a table next to us. We struck up some chit-chat, and she seemed to be attracted to Robert.

He asked her to slow-dance a couple of times and she quickly accepted. Diane and I were sociable, but I knew that Vivian had to get comfortable with being with another guy before she would be comfortable with me being with another lady. And besides, my desire was much, much stronger for her to enjoy another guy than was my desire to enjoy another lady.

At about 11:00 PM, the other couple said that they were going to venture upstairs where the playrooms were, and would catch us later. A few minutes later, Vivian suggested that she and I also go upstairs.

When we got there, Robert and Diane were parked on a sofa, or rather Diane was parked on a sofa, Robert was parked on the floor in front of her, sharing his oral talents on her tits and pussy.

Vivian suggested that I undress and sit on the sofa positioned at a right angle to their sofa. Motioning for me to lean back so that she could get maximum effect from my very hard dick, she undressed and sat in my lap, firmly burying my dick into her very wet pussy. Her tits were at full attention, in full view and easy reach of Robert.

He accepted her implied offer, and this was the first time that another man had ever touched her sexually. We all finished our play that night, in much the same manner, me fucking Vivian and Robert playing with her tits while he also gave appropriate attention to Diane.

Through my email to them the next day, we made plans to meet them the following Saturday for dinner, and they invited us to return to their home after dinner. Shortly after we arrived at their house, Robert broke out a unique collection that he had of pictures of ladies who had tattoos in their pubic area.

After flipping through his notebook, he suggested to Vivian that he could show her more in another room on his computer. She accepted, and they disappeared down the hallway. After 15-20 minutes, I asked Diane if she would show me that collection on their computer, hoping to find Vivian and Robert in some stage of playtime.

She led me back to their computer, but they were nowhere to be found. Diane and I looked at pictures, made small talk, and I listened very intently for any noises coming from other rooms.

After another very long 45 minutes, Robert and Vivian suddenly appeared in the doorway, both with big smiles on their faces. Vivian had several strands of mardi gras beads around her neck. Diane mentioned them, and Robert responded that Vivian had definitely earned them.

I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it certainly sounded exciting. I was very close to laying her out right there on the floor and fucking her like a wild jackrabbit!!!!!!!! Instead, we made quick plans for them to join us the next weekend at the lake in our 34-foot camper trailer and Vivian and I headed home.

As soon as she and I got into our car, I begged her to tell me all the details of what she had experienced. She told me that they had not stopped at the computer, instead Robert took her directly to a bedroom, where he laid her out on the bed like a gentleman. He unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra so that he could see those tits that he had played with the previous week.

He massaged them, pinched and sucked her nipples, all very gentlemanly, and then slowly moved his hand down and below her skirt. After rubbing her through her panties a few moments, he began tugging on her panties and she obligingly lifted her hips just enough for him to remove them. He continued to give her pussy tender loving care, first with his hands and then with what she later described to me as a very talented tongue. He brought her to a mild orgasm. I am sure that her nerves interfered with her having a really strong one.

The next weekend they did join us at the lake. Robert and Vivian were playing with each other most of the day on Saturday, a couple of times sneaking away from Diane and I to get better acquainted. They kissed and hugged, they laid on the bed together nude, she played with his big cock, he played with her tits and pussy, he ate her pussy, virtually all kinds of sexual play except for the grand finale.

I don’t remember if it was the ten days after the night at their house, or if it was the ten days after being at the lake. I just remember that I fucked her 17 times in the next 10 days!!!!! I think that I fully conveyed the idea to Vivian that indeed her sexual play was very erotic to me.

A week and a half later, on a Wednesday night, Vivian told me that she was meeting Robert for dinner at Olive Garden the next night, and if things went as she expected, she was going to ask him back to our house for dessert……..and she didn’t mean ice cream and cookies, not Baskin Robbins style anyway.

There was only one issue. Robert did not want me present during their playtime. I have always wondered how much of that was actually Robert and how much was her desire. I suspect it was some of both. Anyway, that was fine with me. I am a huge believer in “short term sacrifice for long term gain”. If my absence this first time got her over the hump (pardon the pun) of playing with guys, then I was more than happy to cooperate.

My mind suddenly went into overdrive. Maybe they did not want me in the room or inside the house with them, but possibly there was another option.

I took the next afternoon off from work, to implement my plan. Our bedroom was on the back of the house, on the second floor. My extension ladder would easily reach the windows; I parked it on the blind side of the house. If I closed the blinds almost fully closed, I could see enough by looking through those slits from the dark outside to the lit inside to have an adequate view of all of the action, but the blinds would appear adequately closed from the inside. And that is what I did.

I just had to hope that the neighbors would not see me up on the ladder after dark and get suspicious. (Fortunately they did not.)

I laid on the bed and watched her prep to go out. She took her shower; she shaved her underarms, legs and pubic area; she applied her sexiest perfume on her neck and cleavage and a quick mist to her lower tummy; she applied a subtle shade of lipstick; she selected her sexiest bra and panties, short skirt and sheer blouse. All the while, I was laying on the bed, my dick as hard as solid steel. After she was dressed, she asked if she needed to give me a quick relief, but I declined. I wanted to savor all of the eroticism that I could.

She told me that she would call me as they left the restaurant. I told her that if they were returning to the house, I would be hanging out somewhere nearby. She told me that she would call me again after Robert had left, I wished her luck, told her to enjoy herself, and we kissed good-bye.

I parked my car a couple of blocks away from the house, opposite from the direction that they would be arriving. An hour and a half or so later she called me to tell me that she was just leaving Olive Garden, and yes, Robert was following her back to our house. I again told her to enjoy herself, and that I looked forward to her next call, after he had left. I then walked quickly back to the house and hid on the backside, awaiting their arrival. By now it was getting dark, which was to my benefit.

I waited in a blind area in the backyard until I saw their cars pull-in, and then watched them both go into the house through some windows that had no blinds or curtains. I watched as they almost immediately went upstairs and the bedroom light came on. I then quickly but quietly moved the ladder into position and scampered up.

By the time that I got up the ladder to my perch, they had both already undressed and were laying on the bed, heavy into their foreplay. I watched as they kissed and cuddled, hugged and squeezed, and as best as I could from viewing them from the side, watched as their hands began to tantalize each others’ bodies.

He favored her with more oral pleasures as I watched her all-familiar body language that she was indeed having a very strong orgasm from his tongue. I watched as he climbed on top of her, slowly teasingly sliding his cock into her certainly wet pussy. And THIS was the first moment that she had ever had any cock other than mine in her pussy.

He pumped, her body showed the obvious motions that she was enjoying him. He dismounted, and she climbed on top of him. I could now see her pussy sliding down onto his big cock. As she rode him cowgirl style, she leaned forward so that he could suck her nipples while she ground his cock against her clit and in her pussy in just the right way to maximize her pleasures.

They would fuck in various positions for several minutes, then they would change what they were doing. It was obvious that he was doing all that he could to keep from shooting his cum into her too soon. But there were no concerns about her cumming too quickly. They both seemed eager for her to cum as many times as she wanted.

All the while, I am standing on the rungs of this ladder, my pre-cum leaking like a faucet, just hoping that no neighbors came out onto their decks and spotted me. At one point, I decided to climb down and sneak inside to get a direct view and to hear those oh-so-beautiful noises of the bed bouncing and their moans.

I went through the walk-in door into the garage, through the door from the garage into the kitchen, and then up the steps. I had sight-line from the top of the stairs into the bedroom, but pretty quickly decided that as erotic as that was, it was too risky. If either of them happened to look my way, they would see me peeping around the corner. If either of them decided to come down the steps to get drinks, etc, there was no way that I could get down the steps ahead of them quickly and quietly enough to escape detection.

I returned to my perch on the ladder and watched them continue their sexual play. After about an hour and a half, which seemed like an eternity, they began to wind down and show signs of calling it a night. I quickly climbed down the ladder, returned it to its hiding place, and made my way back to my car. She called me just as I got there to tell me that Robert had left.

I made it home in mere moments, walked upstairs, and there she was….laying spread-eagle on the bed, in clear view as soon as I topped the steps, with her pussy fully revealed and a very heavy dose of cum puddling out from it……and a very contented smile on her face. I immediately stripped down and slid my cock into that pussy that I had just watched getting fucked for the first time.

I have to be honest, it only took me about four pumps and I lost it. Just the thought of all that had happened that night, I just could not hold back any longer.

And then Vivian and I snuggled and played for over an hour, she telling me all of the details of her evening, totally unknowing that I had witnessed it all. And she did not know, until about fifteen years later, when I finally told her. I have replayed that night a million times in my mind.

The short-term sacrifice of that night was well worth the long-term gain, for she had many other sexual exploits in the next seventeen years, some of which I will post writings about in the coming weeks. I will title all of my future writings beginning with “PHXC”.

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