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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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A few weeks after the cuckold experience they were cuddling up in bed after another fantastic, reliving the night she had been fucked by a strangers cock in front of him. They’d discussed the idea of a threesome with another man where she could enjoy two cocks for the first time. They’d looked on their swingers website for an ideal candidate and had been inundated with replies when they had tentatively broached the idea on their status, but hadn’t really been attracted to any of the potential suitors.
She turned to look at him, smiled and whispered into his ear……. “A foursome?” It was times like this when we remembered why he loved his wife so much. They agreed to discuss it more later that evening when they’d have more time. So, after a full on day at work they sat down with the trusty laptop once they’d have dinner and opened up their favourite swingers website. They’d already discussed what sort of couple they were looking for. Folks roughly the same age as themselves, not too far away, but not too local either, didn’t want to bump into them in Waitrose. There had to be some sort of physical attraction for both of them, otherwise they wouldn’t go ahead. It would help if the other lady was bi or curious, but that wasn’t a deal breaker.
They decided to update a couple of their photos as they were now aiming at attracting couples, not just single men. A fun hour or so had followed, he’d broken out the tripod so that they could get some shots of them together, showing them to be a genuine couple. They picked two shots to add to their profile, one of her hand wrapped around his solid cock, pulling his foreskin back, his cock was shining with his pre-cum and the edit he’d done showed it off well. The other shot was of his hand working inside her pants, working on her pussy as her legs were spread wide. Again he’d carefully edited the shot to show her off to her best too.
As usual, when they uploaded new photos they got a load of new messages, mainly from men, saying “Nice PIC’s”, “Great tits”, “Fancy a fuck?”, sometimes they were more detailed, but not often. They decided to reset their profile so that for the time being they wouldn’t get messaged by single men, that would cut down the time taken on trawling through messages.
They slightly rewrote their profile, saying they were now looking to meet couples and were open to suggestions. The laptop was shut down for the night and they made their way upstairs, the tripod and camera were still set up so they planned on a bit more photo fun before the weekend.
The next morning he was up early, editing the photos from last night, even if he said so himself he’d captured some great images. The final one of him spraying his cum onto his pretty wife’s face was up there with the best. He’d never be able to post it on any public sites as her smiling, cum covered face was there for all to see, even with editing it wouldn’t work. He opened up the swingers site with a view to posting a couple of action shots which didn’t show faces when he noticed they’d got 7 messages in their inbox. He resisted the urge to open up the messages, they’d made a promise that they’d read them together. Instead he posted up two shots from the previous night. One of him entering her from behind, tasteful, but still showed his impressive cock from the side. The other was his head between her thighs, licking her for all he was worth.
After breakfast he mentioned to her that they had a few new messages and did she want to have a look through them? Her smile gave him her answer. Sitting on the sofa together they saw there were now 10 messages. Four of the messages were just complimenting them on their new photos, but six were couples who were interested in meeting. One stood out above all the others, it was from a couple called Jane and Tom. Jane was a bit younger, Tom a little bit older, however their photos were very alluring. Without showing faces their bodies looked in good shape, shaven in all the right places which was a bonus. They introduced themselves as “Not hardened Swingers” who’d had a few meets over the years, they were quite picky about their playmates and certainly didn’t look to meet each weekend. They’d been to a couple of clubs, but found the “Wanking Zombies” (Single men) a bit of a turn off, so preferred now to meet at either a hotel of at home. Jane and Tom said they were holding a small gathering at their home in three weeks time, one other couple, plus themselves. They’d given the swingers site logins for the other couple so that they could check them out. They explained that they’d met the other couple once or twice and they were cool people. They quickly looked at the other couples profiles and agreed that they seemed like nice people, albeit they were far younger than themselves. They decided to think on things before sending a reply.
Their original idea had been to just meet a couple, but the idea of a small party excited them both, more chance of finding people they hit it off with. Their two rules were simple. Safe sex only, and same room sex only, they weren’t into one or the other sneaking off to a room without the other one.
Jane and Tom lived about 30 minutes away in a fairly small village. They’d already explained that their house was quite large, four bedrooms and a large room downstairs that would be the “Playroom” for the evening and that they were happy to stay over the night so they could both have a drink.
They composed a message to Jane and Tom saying they were interested in attending the party, but as newbies they were keen to know a few more details about the evening.
Jane replied saying that the evening wasn’t scripted as such, but they’d start by having a light meal together, then perhaps some “Ice Breaking” games to get them all in the mood, they’d then see where the evening took them. She did mention that she was a very keen amateur photographer, usually she’d take a few “Action” shots if everyone was ok with that. Not for posting on any websites, just for sharing amongst the group. They liked the idea of being photographed in action as whilst he was also a good photographer, it often felt staged when they were using the tripod and remote shutter release.
They’d set up a WhatsAp group so they could chat together away from the swingers website and exchanged face pics, luckily all seemed to find each other attractive. The ladies discussed what outfits they’d wear for the evening, deciding on sexy not slutty, the men discussed what wine to bring along, and football. The date was set, they hoped that it would be the evening they were dreaming of.
She decided, as was her want, that she hadn’t got an outfit suitable for the evening, So, she dragged him out shopping, with the promise that she would make it worth his while. He shrugged, and gave in, knowing it was pointless arguing. They hit the usual shops but with no real success, it seemed that sexy not slutty wasn’t an easy brief to fill. Finally, they visited a bargain basement type shop that had a couple of dresses in the window which might fit the bill. She choose a dress from a hanger that was gold, long, but with a split just above the knee, it would also show just enough boob to keep the men, and hopefully the women, interested. She disappeared into the cubicle to try it on, emerging just as the boredom of clothes shopping was becoming close to too much. When he saw her his gob was totally smacked, she looked a million dollars, but she also looked like she was waiting to be fucked, the perfect combination as far as he was concerned! The dress was bought and they walked hand in hand out of the shop. He thought they could go and get some lunch, she thought that they could go and buy her some new underwear, she won. They avoided Anne Summers, far too slutty in her opinion and made their way to Victoria Secrets. His will to live was slowly ebbing away, even the pleasure of shopping for underwear was failing to revive him. Luckily she recognised the signs and quickly picked a matching black bra and knicker set, classy, not slutty, and a pair of black hold ups to complete the outfit. As usual, he paid, it was worth it of course. Exiting the shop, he took her hand in his, not letting go of it again until they were seated in the restaurant with a glass of chilled white each. He looked at his lovely wife across the table and decided that the pain of shopping was worth it, she really was one heck of a girl.
Eventually the day of the party arrived, They were due at Jane and Toms house around 8pm, so would need to leave home by 7.30pm. They spent the day desperately trying to keep their hands of each, anticipating what could possibly happen later that night. Late afternoon she took herself upstairs to get ready. Her usual procedure was a soak in the bath filled to the brim with bubbles, a glass of chilled wine on the side. She’d wash her hair, shave under her arms, her legs and trim her bush back to the preferred landing strip that she liked, happily he liked it too when he licked it. Make up carefully applied, subtle, not slutty. A dab of her favourite perfume behind her ears, and she was ready to dress. She took her time, enjoying the feel of the hold ups on her legs, and her knee knickers on her bum, just tight enough to enhance her already shapely arse. Finely she encased her breasts in the new bra and slid the dress over her head. Looking in the full length mirror she reckoned that she was looking good. Her high heels completed the look. Shouting out that the bathroom was now free to her husband she waited for him to give her look the once over. She wasn’t disappointed by his reaction. He’d never seen her looking better, well perhaps once, on their wedding day! He went in to give her a hug, she giggled as she pushed him away, not wanting to ruin her makeup. She made her way downstairs to wait for him to get ready, which would probably take 10 minutes maximum. He jumped into the shower, gave his body a good all over soaping, a quick tug on his cock, shaved his stubble and ran his razor around his cock. Unlike her he preferred to be fully shaved, he’d heard somewhere that it made the cock look bigger, not that he’d had any complaints about his size in the past. He had noticed from the photos that Tom had sent that Toms cock was probably an inch of so bigger than his own, not that he was worried. He dressed in his tight shorts, a clean pair of 501’s and a rather snazzy white shirt. Completed the look with a pair of ankle boots and joined his wife in the lounge about 12 minutes after she’d left the bedroom. They’d already packed a small overnight bag complete with a change of clothes and toiletries and were ready for the off.
In the car on their way to Jane and Toms they discussed what they’d like to get out of the evening. She admitted that she’d often fantasied about being the centre of a spit roast but wasn’t sure how that would play out if there were six of them there. He thought that was a hot idea and hoped he’d be able to make it happen. Other than that she mentioned that she’d quite like to have a taste of a woman again. He adjusted his 501’s in appreciation. He had no real expectations, he was aware that she’d never seen him with another woman before and was slightly concerned as to how she’d react.
Soon enough they were pulling into Tom and Janes house. The drive way already had another car on it, so they suspected the other guests had already arrived. One last look at each other, nods of the heads and they made their way to the door. The bell had hardly rung before the door was thrown open by Tom who welcomed them in with a flourish, shaking his hand and giving her a peck on the cheek. He guided them into the living room where Jane, Helen and Mark were already waiting. More handshakes and cheek pecking as introductions were made. Drinks were offered by Tom and gladly accepted as they were feeling a wee bit nervous now that they’d crossed over the threshold. The living room was tastefully decorated in a fairly minimalistic style. Two triple sofas faced into the large flat screen TV which thankfully wasn’t playing porn as they’d secretly dreaded. Background music was playing from hidden speakers. They sat down next to each other on one of the sofas, Helen and Mark opposite, whilst Jane and Tom busied themselves getting dinner ready. The women had certainly made an effort. Helen was wearing a short black dress, with holdups and high heels, not overly subtle and a little bit slutty, but she looked lovely. Jane was wearing a tight fitting skirt and an equally tight fitting white blouse, which was ever so slightly see through. It was obvious that she hadn’t bother wearing anything as complicated as a bra, her perky breasts didn’t seem to need one. The men seemed to be wearing the classic swingers outfit of smart jeans and smart shirts, hardly alluring, but to be expected. Presently Jane called out that dinner was ready so they made their way into the dining room. A beautifully decorated round table greeted them, as well as wonderful smells wafting from the kitchen. They sat next to each other, with Helen next to him and Tom next to her. Tom had prepared some lovely looking tapas dishes that they shared amongst themselves, they’d been warned that it was likely to be a Spanish style evening and had brought both white and red rioja with them, as had Helen and Mark, great minds.
The conversation flowed easily, nothing to risqué yet. It transpired that they all loved to sunbathe naked on the beaches of the canaries and had at one time or another all been to the same club in Gran Canaries. The other two couples were more experienced, but they weren’t flaunting it or deriding their relative lack of experience. Jane had prepared a very light Spanish pudding of honey rice pudding, once that was devoured they all helped clear the plates away, stacked the dishwasher and retired back to the living room. Two sofas, three couples, who would sit where? All three ladies made a beeline for one sofa and plonked down next to each other, giggling under the influence of the wine. Mark and Tom sat on the sofa, he perched on the edge of the arm. The ladies were comparing outfits and complimenting each other on their makeup. Sitting on the low sofa made their dresses ride up, showing a rather decent amount of stocking top to the men, who weren’t complaining one bit. There was a definite spark of something in the air, but how would the fun and games start? Helen got up explaining that she needed to make herself more comfortable. Jane had a sparkle in her eye. He watched as her hand settled onto his wife’s thigh, there was no sign of any resistance. Helen continued moving her hand upwards, stopping when she cupped her breast. Leaning in she gently kissed her lips, which parted quickly and easily. Soon their arms were wrapped around each other and hands were exploring each other’s bodies. Helen returned, saw what was happening, smiled and sat down between Tom and Mark.
The two girls were in a world of their own, ignoring the others in the room only aware of each other and the pleasure they were getting from their clinch. Clothes were now being discarded as the two of them continued to explore each other, soon enough they were naked except for the obligatory holdups. The men smiled at the scene developing in front of them, there bulges clearly visible. Helen, sitting in-between Tom and Mark took her own cue and gave each of the men a quick squeeze, she was happy with what she felt. He was loving watching his wife enjoy another woman’s touch, she was now kneeling on the floor, Jane had her legs spread and his wife’s head was between them. She’d been with one woman in the past and had enjoyed the taste of pussy that time, this was no different, Jane was sweet, moist, and fully shaven, her pussy lips parted easily as her tongue found it’s way to her clitoris. Helen let out a low moan in pleasure at what she was watching, let go of the boys cocks and made her way over to the scene in front of her. Busily licking away at Jane’s cunt she didn’t notice Helen approach her from behind. What she did notice was a beautifully manicured finger work from the nape of her back, over her bum, down through her pussy and back up again. This was heaven, she almost came on the spot. What happened next took her to the edge and threw her over it. The finger withdrew and was replaced by a warm and moist tongue which traced the same route from the nape of her back, over her bum and onto her pussy. She’d dreamed of a spit roast, but didn’t expect it to be like this. The tongue continued to lap at her pussy, occasionally touching her clit, making her shiver in delight. The tongue, which she knew belonged to Helen, no man would have that touch, made its way from her pussy back up to the base of her back, and then back again, this time stopping at her anus and gently probing it. Another orgasm hit, she loved the feeling of being rimmed, especially when Helen slid a finger into her sopping pussy, matching her tongues thrusts with that of her finger. It was hard to concentrate on giving pleasure to Jane whilst she was receiving so much pleasure herself, however the feeling of Jane’s hand pushing her head harder into her cunt suggested she wasn’t doing too bad a job.
Eventually they all came up for air, two faces were covered in pussy juices, Jane’s face was covered in a huge smile. The men could hardly believe what they’d just witnessed, it was like being on the set of a live porno film. Tom rushed off to the kitchen to get a fresh bottle of wine as he felt the ladies could probably do with a drink after all that exercise. He wasn’t wrong.
Jane quickly disappeared upstairs returning wearing a robe, with a spare one for her. She also had with her a decent looking DSLR camera advising everyone that it was time for some photo fun. Helen and Mark smiled and said they were looking for some new shots for their swingers profile and would happily pose. Helen and Tom were still, mostly, dressed. They started by just kissing each other whilst Jane took shots of them, soon they had got to the stage of both being in the underwear. Jane had told them just to act naturally and forget she was there, she promised that the edited shots wouldn’t show their faces, unless they wanted them to. Mark’s cock was bulging in his tight white shorts, Helen took pity of him, so, smiling for the camera she pulled his shorts down and laughed as his cock sprang up towards her, she did what came natural and took him in her mouth, almost all the way down to the base of his cock. The other three were sitting on the opposite sofa watching the action. She was dressed in the robe that Jane had lent her, the two men were either side of her, shifting awkwardly, trying to hide their erections. She was all too aware of their discomfort and thought she’d have a bit of fun at their expense. Jane, Mark and Helen continued with their porn shoot less that 10 feet away from where they were sat, in their own world, 69’ing each other.
She’d recovered from her all girl spit roast and was now keen to try another one, but this time with two men. Very casually she let the robe open up, as if accidentally, her boobs were now fully on view, her nipples begging for some attention, if either man tore their eyes away from the sofa action. She decided to drop a slightly less subtle hint so placed a hand in each of the men’s laps and giving their cocks a brief squeeze before placing them back into her own lap, a broad smile on her face. Suddenly, the men weren’t interested in what was going on opposite, even though Helen was riding Mark’s cock cowgirl style and providing a rather wonderful view of her arse as she did so.
The three of them decided to retire upstairs to lessen any distractions. Telling the others that they’d see them upstairs when they were ready, they made their way to a bedroom that Jane and Tom had prepared especially as a playroom for the evening. The room, as befitting the rest of the house was large, large enough for two double beds to have been pushed together and covered in tasteful dark blue sheeting, along with the biggest white duvet cover they’d ever seen. She let the robe slip off her shoulders to the floor, she was naked apart from the hold ups, she instructed the men to get naked too, in the vague hope that in the time it took them to take their clothes off she’d have come up with an idea of how to take this further. Men being men it took them less than a minute to go from dressed to stark naked, both sporting rather impressive looking erections too. She made the first move by walking to her husband, smiling at Tom at the same time to show him he’d get in on the action soon enough. She put her arms around her husbands neck and kissed him, deeply. He could taste the juices from Jane on his wife’s lips, the memory of her head being buried in the pussy of their new friend so recently made his cock twitch which she felt against her stomach. They released their clinch, Tom was feeling a bit out of place watching a couple who were so obviously in love enjoying each other. His awkwardness disappeared as she gently reached out for both of their cocks and led them over to the bed. Letting go of them she lay down on the bed and placed her hand between her legs, she was soaking wet, she inserted two fingers into her pussy, pulled them out and sucked her juices off her fingers, with a broad smile on her face she asked Tom if he’d like a taste? Needing no second invitation Tom climbed onto the bed between her spread thighs and tentatively traced his tongue along her pussy tasting her juices as he went. She loved the feeling, different than Helens earlier, slightly rougher, but it was still a tongue on her pussy. He worked his way expertly with his tongue, starting low, close to her anus and then up towards her clit, two or three flicks and she was gone, her level of excitement was peaking again. She wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled his face even closer to her pussy.
He was loving seeing his wife being pleasured by another man again, her pleasure was obvious for all to see. She opened her eyes and looked directly at him, smiling she beckoned him over to her. Doing as he was told he made his way to the bed and knelt next to her, kissing first her lips and then taking a nipple in his mouth and biting, very gently, as he knew she liked. She let out a low gasp of pleasure, just like she did when they were playing by themselves with her wand, pretending it was another man, this time it was for real. She reached over for his cock and slowly started stroking it up and down, feeling his sticky pre-cum on her fingers. She encouraged him away from his nipple so that she could taste his cock, licking at the end, an underneath the head, which she knew would drive him wild. He knew what she really wanted so after a minute or so of being sucked he pulled his cock away from her eager little mouth.
He told Tom that he should put a condom on if her wanted to fuck his wife, Tom happily agreed, it was always part of the deal. She looked over at her husband, knowing exactly what he had in mind, she was only too happy to oblige. Turning over, she raised her bum in the air on all fours inviting Tom to take her from behind, at the same time she raised her head so that her husband could kneel in front of her. She took his cock into her mouth again, working her lips up and down the shaft, she knew that once Tom had entered her she’d probably struggle to keep up a good rhythm on her husbands tool. She sensed Tom approaching her from behind, his hands reached her bum, stroking her cheeks and giving her a gentle slap. His cock slid down the crack of her bum to her lips, gently nudging as he went. She was so wet in anticipation that even with a condom on he slid into her easily. He started off slowly, inch by inch, once he was balls deep into her he held his position for a few seconds, his cock throbbing inside of her. She loved the feeling of being filled up with a new cock, her husband obviously loved it too as she could taste even more pre-cum on his cock as she sucked him. Slowly but surely Tom increased his pace, in and out, in and out, until he was fucking her for all she was worth, she could feel his balls slapping against her arse with each thrust, one finger was feeling her anus, just circling, not inserting. She was jerking off her husband rather than sucking him off as she just couldn’t concentrate, who said women were good at multitasking? Her next orgasm hit her like a wave, her knees collapsed as she came and came again and again. Both men knew that she’d need a bit of time to recover, so even though they hadn’t cum yet Tom pulled out and her husband lay back on the bed. She rolled over onto her back, smiling to herself. She’d now has two spit roasts in one evening, both nice, but both different.
She needed a large glass of water to rehydrate which Tom offered to fetch from the bathroom for her. At that moment, Jane, Helen and Mark entered the room, Mark carrying two bottles of wine with him. He and Helen were naked, Jane was still dressed. They’d had a great session downstairs, Jane had taken loads of photos that she promised to edit for them in the next couple of days, she was looking forward to viewing the shot where Mark covered his wife’s face in his hot, sticky cum. The smile of Helen’s face whilst she was being covered was going to make a great photo. They sat chatting a while whilst they all recovered. After a large glass of water and a small glass of wine she had totally recovered her energy, she realised that her husband and Jane were the only ones who hadn’t actually had a fuck yet this evening. Probably time to right this wrong. They all suggested to Jane that it was time she got naked, with a giggle and a smile she slipped down her skirt, undid her blouse to reveal her bra free tits. Just standing in the obligatory hold ups and thong she also sussed out that there were only two in the room who hadn’t fucked, so far. She smiled over at him, got down on her knees and beckoned him forward. It took about three up and downs for him to become rock hard again. Jane jumped onto the bed, spread her legs and told him in no uncertain terms what she wanted him to do to her. He rolled on a condom and knelt between her legs, entering another woman for the first time since before he’d met his wife. He looked over at her, she smiled and encouraged him to enjoy himself. He noted that Mark had one hand around his wife’s waist, the other was pinching her nipple. Tom and Helen were equally engaged, she wanking his cock, he biting her nipple.
The fucking with Jane was increasing in intentsity, she had her arms wrapped tightly around his back, scratching up and down him, sometimes reaching down his back to his bum and sliding a finger across his bum crack. By now all six were fucking each other on the bed, arms became entwined, legs touched legs, moans and groans came from all parties. Helen and Tom were fucking doggy style, Helen’s hand reached across to squeeze Jane’s breast softly. Jane changed positions so that she could deeply kiss Helen whilst she was being fucked on her back. He felt a tongue licking up his backside, looked around and saw his wife being fucked doggy, whilst licking up to his bum, this was all new to him, but he’d put it on the menu for future sessions, hopefully.
The men were all close to cuming now. Tom pulled out of Helen, pulled off his condom and covered Helen’s arse in thick white cum, this pushed Mark over the edge and he came deeply inside of his new friend. Seeing his wife convulsing in the pleasure of feeling a man shoot inside her finally did it for him, especially when her tongue delved deep into his arse at the height of her orgasm. The night had been like one big porn scene, so he thought he’d finish it off in style. Pulling out of Jane he ripped off his condom, Jane knew what was coming and eagerly grabbed his cock, wanking it furiously into her mouth as her spurted stream after stream of cum.
All six collapsed in a heap on the bed, cuddling each other in post orgasm bliss. The room smelt heavily of sex, such a wonderful smell to all of them. Eventually they all departed to their own rooms for some much needed sleep.
Husband and wife cuddled up next to each other, her hand fondling his now flacid cock, his hand cupping her breast. Six hours later they woke in exactly the same position. He started to explore her body once they woke, but she moved his hand away saying she was a bit sore after the previous nights fun ‘n games. After showering and dressing they made their way downstairs, the smell of bacon pulling them towards the kitchen. The others were already sitting around the table drinking coffee an exchanging small talk. A full English breakfast was just what was needed by all six of them. After they’d cleared up the dishes they all agreed that it had been a great night, and one that they thought they might like to repeat again. Helen pipped up that they were going to a Spa club in a few weeks time and that perhaps they should make a date……
…… a plan was formed.
The drive home was a quiet one, a few glances and smiles at each other, the odd hand squeeze when they were stopped at traffic lights. When they arrived home they plonked their overnight bags in the longue and collapsed on the sofa. She turned to him, kissed him and told him to fuck her gently. Oh very well he thought, if you insist.
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