One of the problems of being an asian swinging couple was finding the right people to fuck. As a single male swinger, I found it hard enough to find couples to play with
Naively I had assumed that once married, and with an eager, pretty Indian wife (who had expected our marriage to put an end to her single life of promiscuity), meeting couples would be that much easier.
How naive I was! Instead, the problems just seemed to multiply. Conflicting diaries, did my wife fancy him? Did his wife fancy me? The number of points of failure seemed to multiply
This is why when we were contacted by John and Suzie, they seemed to be too good to be true. They were a normal white middle class couple who lived close to us. We were very similar in the vanilla world. And in the fab world - equally similar. John. like me, had been a single guy in the scene and had notched up several years of experience. And, just like me, he had introduced his lovely wife to swinging and she, like my wife, had taken to it
We had couple of lovely sensuous meets. We thought we had cracked it - finally a normal couple, around the corner, who liked a nice meal and bottle of wine, followed by serious sweaty sex.
As ever, with life, the problem became matching diaries. Co-ordinating date nights (ie sex!) with my wife were problematic enough, but the problems multipled when we tried to co-ordinate with John and Suzie - themselves busy outside of and inside work. 4 busy professional with work and non work commitments made scheduling a nightmare.
Further, after awhile, you begin to think, perhaps they are just not that into us , and we let matters drop.
We hadnt seen John or Suzie for about a year, when at Costa on a Sat morning, I felt a tap on my shoulder and spun around and there was John. It was a shock. And it took me a nanosecond of incomprenhension to realise who he was. And then I placed him
"Hello - how are you, mate. Long time!"
We shook hands, and we were busy chatting, when Priya, my wife walked in. She had no problems in placing him at all and he got a long kiss on his cheek. He beamed with pleasure. She started giggling and teasing him " Have you gone off us? Why dont you come around anymore?" . Is it coz we is brown?"
He burst out laughing.
But both he and I clocked her glance at his groin.
We chatted for good fifteen minutes, before he had to go. We promised to meet up.
A couple of weeks passed and having not swung for over a year, both Priya and I wanted to have some fun. I texted John to arrange a time. But, again whatever times worked for us didnt work for them. FFS!
The problem was not John but Suzie. She had taken on a big job, which meant long hours and not enough energy for a foursome.
I was gutted.
Priya was gutted as well - she liked John. He fitted her type exactly - tall (over 6 foot) slim build, white, polite and friendly. Just the sort of guy she got on with.
Oh, and he was well endowed.
Priya was not a size queen, far from it, but like any self respecting Indian hotwife who had sampled widely, she liked a good thick white cock, and John had more than most.
In his single swinging days, John had successfully serviced many men's wives. It was easy to see why - a good endowment and an easy going manner meant he was usually invited back. And back.
I had an idea - why not just invite John?
Though we had played with single men and we saw one semi-regularly whenever we went to weddings in Leicester, it had never been a big part of our swinging. It had been just an ad-hoc sort of thing. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that a lack of time meant our hobby was getting pushed to the margins.
Priya was more sceptical and thought it a bit weird given we had met John and Suzie as a couple. But pretended to be not too fussed either way.
I texted John and he (unsurprisingly) was totally fine with.
Priya was still sceptical.
"I bet he is going behind Suzie's back - men are always the same!"
"Well, he told me Suzie was fine with it"
"Well, of course he is going to say that"
The sisterhood ran deep with my wife
I made the simple statement " Well why dont you just ask Suzie"?
That fluxxomed her.
The great thing with John was that he lived locally, he was discreet, his work was flexible, he was white. He had swung with couples in the past. And, of course, we knew him. And like most married men, he was sitting at home not doing much (unlike single guys out chasing anything that moved).
Oh and my wife liked being impaled on his cock. The logic was impeccable.
I got Suzie's number and the girls talked
Suzie put my wife right " Priya, before he met me, John spent a lot of time fucking married women, why should that change right now?! If John had his way, I would spend every evening under a different stud and sometimes I do!"
After the chat with Suzie, our swinging logistically became so much smoother
With John only ten minutes away, we could have those spur of the moment threesomes they have in corny porn.
Of course, Priya's attitude soon changed
Often, I would get a mock innocent text from Priya while I was at work in the afternoon"
"Do you think John and Suzie have gone away these bank hols?"
Or
" We havent heard from John in awhile"
Or " I wonder how is John is getting on?"
I knew that I had to leap into action and make the arrangements.
In fact, that great thing about my wife was that she was the one on the front foot. I wasn't the pushy husband forcing a reluctant wife. She was the one who, more often than not, initiated our meets.
We soon fell into a lovely pattern and John became our regular wingman. Once in awhile, Suzie would come. Suzie was a buxom country lass from the shires, who, as John had told me, had acquired a healthy appetite for the wide variety of ethnic cock that London offered. That was right up my street and I sent her home well serviced.
One day, I got text from Priya while I was at while at the gym - "Guess, who I just bumped into at Costa"
"Who?"
"John"
"Great - feel free to fuck him"
I got an l emoji with horns
I had a very uncomfortable work out - trying to hide my raging hard on. But knowing the work out Priya was getting was even better.
Even, when we had our threesome fun - things had evolved.
I remember about a month later, both of us had been working hard and staying late at the office. It was time to unwind. So we asked John to come over.
I showed him into the living room. And went out to get a drink from the kitchen. I was gone 4 mins. 5 mins tops.
When I got back. He was stood in the middle of living room where I had left him - rooted to the spot. He hadnt even taken his jacket off.
But his shirt was pulled up. His pants around his ankles.
And Priya was busily gorging on his girth.
He shrugged his shoulders to say "heh, it wasnt me"
Priya looked at us both - "What?"
I said " What do you mean "What", you could at least wait until he took his coat off"
If it wasnt for the hard on I would have burst out laughing. John did laugh.
I then gave him his drink and sat back to watch the show.
My wife knew how to suck cock. As she told me - she had sucked a lot.
By the time I had brought him his drinks, she had licked his whole shaft and was moving on to sucking his balls. I never understood why she did this - but like Steve - our Leicester friend, John had good set on him.She loved taking them in her mouth and playing with them with her tongue.
After the warm up - she moved to suck his whole cock in a slow rhythm. It was beautiful to watch. And lest one think this was some silent performance, Priya added her commentary.
"God - I need this cock",
" God this tastes good" - that was more than once
And " How does this get better"
What was impressive about her performance was the attention she lavished on his impressive bellend . He had a beautifully sculpted white cockhead which my wife's tongue could get no end of.
John put in an impressive performance. In that, he just stood there and let my wife lavish her attention on his cock. A inexperienced guy would have grabbed her head and perhaps started to facefuck her, or even worse still, have come.
His hips didnt even move once
Because this wasnt about him, this was about Priya.
She had had a long month at work and had come home dogtired. Most women would unwind by getting their nails done. Or their hair done. Or spend an afternoon at the spa. Priya had done all of that today.
It was just whereas other women would move onto onto a bottle of Merlot and a boxset in the evening, my wife relaxed by taking a fat white cock in her mouth and between her legs.
Her sexual hunger needed to be sated and John's cock was to be the implement
After 30 mins of intense cock sucking - Priya finally threw head back. Her lipstick was a mess, her hair a mess but she had a very satisfied, happy smile on her face of a very satisfied cock addict who had taken a big hit.
She grabbed John's hand and he followed her, his pants still around his ankles.
20 mins later, I heard that beautiful sound that the husband of all hotwives love. The music that makes our erections that much harder
Slowly at first, but then building to a steady rhythm, I heard the steady creak of our bed springs, interspersed by an occasional female gasp and a male grunt.
My hotwife was getting fucked.
I imagined Priya on her back, her legs in the air and John thighs propelling that large sculpted white cockhead deep into married pussy
A couple of hours later, John popped his head around the door
" Right, I'm off, great seeing you"
We shook hands and I told him to let himself out.
4 mins later. 5 tops, I was guiding my own large sculpted brown cockhead deep into married pussy |
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