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Our first time

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My husband Paul and I have been married for 22 years. We are truly in love with one another. Our sex life has not been devoid of “lows,” but I do have to say that it has progressed for the better over time. Like every young couple raising children, I am sure we were no different. You go through the “child years” where all your time and focus is on raising children: School events, sports events, visiting family, etc. It is easy to get caught up in life that one can forget just who that are as a person. From a female point of view, it is easy to lose your identity as a person. I remember those “titles” that I held over the years: Mother, corporate employee, school helper church board member, Mrs. X, and so on. After 20+ years these titles tend to strip away our sexuality and our sexiness. We become the images of our titles. We were introduced to the lifestyle by a coworker of mine. At first I was shocked to find out she was a swinger. After all, she was so quiet and shy. I think she finally confided in me in hopes that there would be a meet up at some time in the future because this was not something that a person normally just comes out and shares within which they work. Since the beginning of our relationship, my husband always had a love for kinky sex. In fact, during the first few weeks after our meeting, he told me he “liked kinky sex.” I asked him what that meant exactly and he said, “You will just have to find out.” Sure we had some fun, memorable times, but it wasn’t until the past two years that we really began to turn up the heat. My husband, Paul, has had pretty much had the same fantasies for years: Seeing me fuck another man, primarily a Black man as I am a blond-haired Caucasian. Sucking his cock to completion, having him fuck me in the ass, fucking me from behind while I sucked my husband’s cock, were amongst the few. My friend told me about a club for swingers located in Phoenix, Az. She sent me the website and I told her I would forward it to my husband and see what kind of reaction I would get. Well, he was shocked but excited at the same time. It opened up a whole new area of conversation for us. We never went to the club as we both agreed it didn’t look like our thing. We did create a profile just to see who might reply. Our profile was set up as “soft swap.” Over the next year-and-a-half we went to 2 swingers’ parties, a kink club, communicated with couples, did a few 1:1 meet and greets and even had a handful of soft-swap encounters. I have to say that it was tough to discuss what exactly are we willing to do. Not because we had a hard time expressing it to each other, but because I believe we weren’t exactly sure. After all, fantasizing about sex is one thing, actually doing it is another. It took us over the better part of 20 months to really develop what we were looking to do and with whom we wanted to do it with. There were a few periods of drought during the process. I am not sure why. We would be all hot and into “dating” and then we would cool down like there was no interest at all. My story: We were communicating with a couple originally for female/female type of fun. My husband had found her on the SLS site as a bi-female and asked if she wanted to do some 1:1 play time with me. She returned his messages and agreed to meet me in person. We set up a coffee date for a weekday which we ended up having to cancel due to our schedules. In the meantime, I was texting her, sharing things that we liked, getting to know each other better. Then one day she texted me asking if we would like to meet she and her husband at a hotel in downtown Phoenix. They were attending a concert Saturday evening and they invited us to join them afterward. We accepted their offer. Days before the meet-up, my husband and I discussed what we were willing to do, not do, etc. We kept questioning the evening “I wonder what they have in mind?" She was never really specific other than stating she would love to give me a sexy massage and have our husbands watch us as we played together. One of her last texts to me before meeting just said, “We will have a fun time and our husband will reap the benefits." On Saturday afternoon (Cindy) texted me to ask if it was ok if a male friend joined us. I said sure and they ensured us that nothing would take place “beyond our comfort level.” Again, it left my husband and I with questions, but we were still open to showing up to find out. Later that day she texted me to tell me the friend canceled. “Just as well” I told my husband. “That will keep our party a nice even number.” We still had questions like what did they expect? Would her hubby want to get in on the action? Did they expect me to fuck him? Did they know our profile listed us as “soft swap?” And on and on. Their profile, incidentally, listed them as a full swap couple with 15 years of experience. We showed up around 10:45pm after they had arrived back to their hotel. As we knocked on the door, I got butterflies in my stomach just like a first date. Tim (her husband) answered the door and greeted me with a hug and a kiss and introduced himself to Paul. As we entered, Cindy came out of the bathroom stating she was “changing into something more comfortable.” She welcomed me with a hug and a kiss and then I changed into something more comfortable myself; a silky robe with nothing underneath. She had the bed made down with towels spread out and told me she would love to give me a hot oil massage while the men watched. I told her “sure, sounds great.” I proceeded to take off my robe and laid naked, face down on the towels. Cindy massaged me with hot coconut oil starting with my back, moving down to my legs with an occasional swipe between my butt cheeks. It felt great. She had a really soft, friendly, calm voice with a sweet southern accent that made me feel very comfortable. The guys were sitting in chairs about 6 feet away from the bed watching us. I could hear them engaged in sideline talk getting acquainted with each other. After massaging me for about 20 minutes, she asked if I wanted to turn over, and I did. With her face close to mine, she complimented me on how soft my skin was and asked if she could suck my nipples. I told her “yes, of course.” She proceeded to suck one tit and then the other. I could hear the men becoming more relaxed as they removed their shoes and then their socks. “Do you like your nipples pinched?” She asked me. “I guess a little” I told her. As she pinched them in different strengths, she asked me how hard or soft was my preference. She moved down my body, my back arching from the excitement of the moment. Maybe a little of the exciting was that I was the main attraction! She stroked my pussy and told me how wet I was. Cindy had told me she was very bi and how she loved to eat a pussy. She was very good at it too. I could hear the men move their chairs a little closer; now the belts coming off. Her tongue and lips were so soft, so different from my husband’s with a man’s whiskers. From the sidelines, Tim said she even took a class in how to perform oral sex on a woman and that she can even cum while eating pussy. That was impressive. As good as it felt I didn’t think I could cum, only because there was too much going on in the room and in my mind. It's not to say it wasn’t pleasurable, however. The men’s conversations went from casual talk to more of a sexy cueing. Jim told me, “Kristine, tell her how much you like it, she likes to hear that.” I did like it but I was so focused on the room that it reminded me how great that is to hear when you are on the giving end. I told her how amazing her tongue was and she was a real pro. After about an hour of our girl on girl play, I asked her if I could return the favor and give her a massage. She told me “I would love that.” I stood up and she laid down on the bed, front side up. She spread out her legs as to invite me to do whatever I pleased with her. I began to massage and suck her nipples. Her skin was so soft and smooth and her nipples even sweet. I stood up to change positions towards the foot of the bed to lick her pussy, then suddenly someone knocked on the door! I stood up and everyone looked around like "Who could that be?" I picked up my robe and loosely placed it over my shoulders, not sure who might be knocking at this hour. Tim opened the door and in walks this attractive, fit, black man probably in his 40s. He said hello to everyone and proceeded to take off his clothes. I looked over at Paul and saw a look of excitement in his eyes. By now the men had just about stripped down to nothing and were a foot away from the bed. Cindy moved up the head of the bed with the mystery man kneeling to her left. He stuck his very large cock erect in her face and began to suck it, moaning with pleasure. For a few seconds I think I froze. I asked myself, “What the heck is going on here? Did I just step into a porno?” The men began to vocalize their excitement and approval from the sidelines, coaching us as to what they wanted to see. They were encouraging Cindy to “Keep sucking that big black cock!” She was going to town, really enjoying taking him all in. I assumed this was “her guest” she was originally expecting, but then again I wasn’t sure who he was. I moved to the foot of the bed and laid down to eat her pussy. Her clit was so erect and her pussy so wet. I was wondering to myself, “Does this feel good what I am doing? Am I doing this right?” After all, I know what I like but I had very little practice with another woman. As I licked her pussy, her guest began rubbing her clit at the same time. I could hear the men going crazy and Cindy moaning with excitement. She took a break from sucking her BBC so I decided to show my hubby something he had only dreamed about in the past. I got up and kneeled side by side with our mystery guest, pressing white on black while looking back at Paul to see the expression on his face. I made out with the dark man while his hands held and caressed me like I was the sexiest woman in the world. He held the back of my head while he kissed me, running his hands through my hair. His tongue went deep into my mouth and he kissed me not like he just wanted to “get some” but like he felt my excitement and really wanted me to enjoy the moment. I really wanted to rock my hubby’s world. I laid down and began to suck that BBC myself. It was so large I could only fit the head in my mouth, but I did my best to please him. I was moaning and groaning and was really enjoying it. I could not see my husband’s face at this point and I was so curious what he was thinking. After all, this was HIS ultimate fantasy! We always had an agreement that if we got into a situation that we weren’t comfortable with the situation, the other partner could immediately end it. Not only did he not stop me but he encouraged me to suck it harder and deeper. He told me “Suck that black dick really good!” I was stroking his long cock with my left hand while I sucked it as deeply as I could inside my mouth. All awhile so many things were rushing through my mind all at once! It was like I was instantly teleported from an innocent massage between two female friends to a porno film starring two middle-aged white women, a black stallion and the rest of the party waiting for their turn. What do I do next? What will he do next? Will the men jump in and begin to fuck us crazily? Will they want to swap with each other’s wife? Who was this black man anyway? Was he a paid professional (because he sure seemed like it!) Chocolate and vanilla were mixing on the sheets. As I paused from my oral pleasure, he laid down on the bed next to Cindy with his head on the pillows. “Where do I go from here??” I asked myself. I was not sure what to do. Up until this point I was so aware of what was going on in the room I could hear the men coaching us from the sidelines, I could hear and see Cindy laying on the bed, and I definitely could see the mysterious black man before me. After he lay down next to Cindy, Tim was completely disrobed on laid down on Cindy’s right. I posed momentarily lying next to our guest, gently stroking his chest while I looked over at Paul. Then suddenly he grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him as to mount him. I could not believe what was happening. I began to stroke my creamy pussy over his cock, rocking over it like I was riding a horse. His hands were guiding my hips, aligning me up getting ready to penetrate me. Finally, I just let him thrust that BBC in. At that moment it was like I was taken into another dimension! I lost all track of time and space. I cannot even put it into words the feeling. It was like I could hear and see what was happening but everything was hazy like one would think of a dream. Tim coached me from my left telling me “That’s right Kristine, take it all in….fuck that cock good.” That turned me on even more knowing not only was Tim right there coaching me but my husband was somewhere behind watching me ride up and down on this large black cock. I was caught up to the point where I no control over my body. He continued to guide my hips in the motion that matched his thrusts. He asked me, “Let me know if it is too much, too deep.” I leaned over his face whispered in his ear, “You are the first.” I don’t know if he knew what that meant but he was the first man I have had sex (vaginal or oral) since I have been with my husband. I rode him like a cowboy rides a horse; with that fluid, rocking motion in a saddle. My husband came behind me and fingered my ass as I rode my BBC. That sent me over the edge. I moaned and groaned with every thrust. He fucked me until I came as I let out a final moan. I slid off my chocolate stallion and lay on the bed next to Tim. Cindy was at the foot of the bed and now she was getting fucked by the BBC. Paul told me to suck Tim’s cock so I did. He was laying on his back and I held his dick in one hand and sucked it deep. He laid his hand on the back of my head, played with my hair and motioned me up and down his cock applying a little pressure as to signal to me not to stop. Tim told me how good it felt sucking his cock. I could taste that he was ready to cum. To my left, I could see Cindy getting fucked by our guest and my husband watching with amazement. After a time with Cindy, the dark man came back to me, propped me up on my hands and knees and started fuckin me from behind. Again he asked me to tell him if it was too much (too deep) and sometimes it was. He wasn’t forceful though. He fucked me so smoothly and just right as he helped me to feel every inch of his girth. It was at this time Paul told me he was licking Cindy’s pussy and then fucked her. He confessed that he had to stop because he said he would cum so fast just watching me get fucked by the BBC. Paul told me to suck Tim’s cock while I was getting fucked but I just couldn’t do both. It was so much to take in--the big cock from behind, that I could not focus on doing anything else. Again, I was taken up by the entire situation and was in that fog of ecstasy. We traded again, now Cindy getting the BBC from the back and I laid next to Tim for a rest. He pulled me close to him, my back against his chest. He put his arm around me and caressed my breasts. I turned my head back and kissed him like I knew he wanted my tongue, soft and sweet. He whispered to me, “Your lips are so soft.” He continued to feel me all over while whispering in my ear, “Your husband is so lucky he has a woman who loves to see him pleased.” I replied to Tim, “That is why I want to please him” and then we made out some more moaning while thrusting our tongues into each other’s mouth. All awhile I was still feeling like I was in a dream…I was saying the words and doing the actions but allowing my body to do whatever they wanted. Then our guest grabbed my hips once again and pulled me over towards him where he knelt between my legs and directed his cock into my very wet pussy. I think he could have fucked me all night and I would not have become tired. Again he was so smooth and fucked like I was the sexiest woman he had ever had. He moved to a standing position on the side of the bed, lifted my legs straight up and fucked my tight space for a bit of time. Then he went back to the bed and fucked me some more with my feet on his chest, enabling his cock to really hit my G-spot hard. I grabbed Tim’s hand and squeezed it with every thrust so he could share in my exhilaration. I heard him comment, saying something like “I can feel her [excitement].” Then Paul pulled my head towards the edge of the bed and stuck his cock in my mouth. I was sucking his cock while getting fucked by a BBC, his ultimate fantasy. I really wanted Paul to cum in my mouth while I was getting fucked, but again I could not focus to do it like I should have. The only other way to explain it is when a person has had too much to drink but not to the point of losing control and forgetting. I had no alcohol that night, and yet it was like I was intoxicated by erotica. I was still aware but not entirely in control, I sucked Paul a little more but sensed he didn’t really want to cum yet as he was enjoying watching me take all of the BBC. Our guest’s fluid motion had moved back and forth between Cindy and I, taking turns fucking each of us while our husbands watched in sheer bliss. He never tired. He looked as though he had one goal: to please us both to the point of exhaustion. As the night came to an end, the four of us laid next to each other in bed, Paul sitting at the foot of the bed, looking at the four of us taking it all in, with a look of sheer bliss on his face. Cindy and I laughed at Tim when he said, “I thought you two were supposed to meet for coffee?” Cindy replied, “Yes, we will still do coffee one day!” Our guest got up, got dressed, leaned over and kissed Cindy and me as he told us “Goodnight beautiful ladies.” He shook Paul and Tim’s hands and thanked them for “sharing.” They gladly obliged and said, “No, thank YOU.” And just like that, our guest was gone. Tim did confess to texting our guest, inviting him over for fun and Paul was let in on the secret during the massage. We all got dressed and Paul and I left, thanking Tim and Cindy for the amazing evening. The following day I woke up feeling like I had dreamt the entire event. I asked Paul, “Did it really happen?” He laughed as he assured me that it had. He actually told me, “Thank you for doing that for me.” I laughed and said back, “It was my pleasure.” The next day I remember seeing numerous posts on Facebook of people posting pictures of newly decorated homes and Christmas trees. I was thinking to myself, “All these people are getting their trees up but me.” (I was getting something else up yesterday, but it wasn’t a tree!) I still felt like I was in the dream. Here I was, a 50-year-old woman who should be baking cookies, putting up a Christmas tree and decorating my house so I can invite my friends over and impress them as to what a great wife I am. Instead, I was out until 3:30 last night after a night of fucking and sucking! The tough thing is there is no one I can really share this with other than Paul. I am not sure what the “vanilla” world would think. That is why I decided to post it on this site. I am sure I would be considered a slut by vanillas standards, but why do I feel so good? Why do I keep replaying it over and over in my mind? These are people who don't judge. They welcomed us, they were courteous and friendly and treated us so amazingly. I don't even know Tim and Candy's last name and I am not really sure of our "guests" name. For 4 hours the pressures of life had left me. I felt like I was on a high. I guess I am having a hard time figuring it all out. Many of us desire to remain "discreet" on this site because, afterall, what would people think? The few people we have met on this site have been amazingly fun people. That afternoon Paul reminisced about our night. He asked me if I was getting wet just talking about it and I laughed. (I was!) He reached his hand down my pants and stuck his finger in my pussy and smiled. That was all it took and we were back at it again. He fingered me only for a few minutes and made me cum so fast. The memories of our wild night will still all too fresh on my mind. What an amazing first time.

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