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By *ockforplay66 OP Man
5 days ago
Southampton/isle of wight/ everywhere |
Back in the late 90s, my then wife, Angela, and I started our journey in to swinging. It was early days of the internet so a lot of our meets were done through contact mags etc.
It wasn’t helped by the fact that at the time we were living in the Isle of Wight which had a very small community and everyone seemed to know everyone else’s business.
We started off with going to parties, seeing how things developed. Then we moved on to inviting couples over to our place for fun.
We had been swinging for about a year when I was working one day, in the summer on the seafront. It was a hot weekend and there was a fete/fair running all weekend. I was in a van, passing out information leaflets and next me was a charity stall where 2 people were raising money for one of the local charities.
The guy wasn’t very chatty (not good for a fundraiser!) but the woman, who I assumed was his wife, was very chatty.
As the weekend went on she kept chatting to me in between selling tickets for the charity. The chats started getting quite flirty and laced with sexual innuendo. I said “won’t your husband be pissed off that you are flirting with me?” Nodding towards the guy she was with.
“He isn’t my husband” she replied “he is at home watching telly probably” and she winked
There was definitely something happening here. The weekend progressed and I ended up giving her my mobile number before we packed up everything on the Sunday evening.
I went home that evening and told my wife all about it, whilst we were in bed. “I hope she calls you the” Angela said “it would be good for you to have another woman to fuck!”
As a bit of context, since we started the swinging, Angela had a guy that she used to go and see at his place for a fuck. He was older than her, divorced and very adventurous in bed.
A week passed and no calls. Then the following weekend, I get a call from an unknown number. I answer.
“Hi, it’s Kay, remember me? I was wondering if you would like to come over for a cuppa sometime this week, my husband is away”
Well that’s not subtle is it!!
We arranged me to go over midweek during the daytime. I told Angela all about it and she was very excited on my behalf.
The day arrived, I turned up at the address she gave me and knocked the door. She answered wearing jeans and a T-shirt but was obvious there was no bra there.
She invited me in and showed me to the living room and I sat down in a big armchair. Without a word, she knelt down between my legs and started undoing my zip and freed my cock.
She looked up at me and then opened her mouth and took me in, hot, wet and very talented.
As she sucked, she pulled my jeans and boxers off, and started fondling my balls. Then she pulled back, knelt on her heels and lifted the t-shirt off over her head in one simple move. She had nice firm tits, with very dark hard nipples.
She continued to suck me for a while before suggesting we go upstairs. I followed her arse up the stairs to her bedroom, slightly messy but noticed a large dildo on the bedside table, tube of lube and a big box of condoms.
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