My Wife 's Introduction to swinging.

The following is true score. As precise as my storage allows.

In the early 80 's, in the Bay arena, cruising opportunities were abundant, gay ginmill, bath theater etc., and grownup bookstores. I LOVED cruising adult bookstores ! This was before the net. No Craigslist, no Squirt. When my married woman and I first met, she knew that I had a small stash of porno cartridge holder, and that I would frequent adult bookstore to view grownup movies. She had no idea that I was doing more than just viewing porn.

Darlene showed no interest in porn herself, and I 'm surely she 'd never been in a bookstore. Fortunately for me, she had no problem with my wanting to view smut. I 'd sometimes lay next to her in bed looking at a magazine, and we 'd more often than not end up fucking like a match of over wind up minks.



She had no idea I was BI, but I 'd often use my tongue to clean her pussy after I fucked her. I enjoyed the taste of our sundry fluids. She was shocked the first meter I did so. Now it was just part of our sex life.

We got married, and five year passed. Five years of going to bookstores once or twice a calendar month to sop up cocks and get fucked if I was literal lucky.

one evening, I was in a bookstore in Redwood city. It was pretty calm, but I was able-bodied to coax a load out of a few guys. When no one else showed any interest,

I left the viewing room.

On the way out, on whim, I picked up a swinger 's mag, paid for it and left.

That nighttime, I was sitting up in bed, pillow behind me, looking over the ads placed by couples and 1 who were looking for sex partners. My married woman finished her pre-bedtime routine and joined me, lying adjacent to me under the covers, her hand found my cock and she began rubbing it with her fingertips.

`` What are you reading, Hon '' ? `` Benjamin West Coast Swingers '' did n't see like other porno magazines. Instead of showy report with large color images, it was newsprint composition and Negroid and white. Many of the ads had photograph included of the masses who had placed the ad. Some were picture of the people engaging in sex with others.

I tilted the magazine so my married woman could see. `` It 's a swinger 's magazine ''. `` Some of these photos are pretty hot ''.

My married woman stopped rubbing my cock, propped her pillow against the headboard, and sat up next to me. Obviously curious. `` So, what 's it about '' ?

I explained `` It 's an `` ad '' cartridge for people looking for other hoi polloi to have sex with. `` Some of the ads are placed by twosome, married man and wife or boyfriend/girlfriend ''. `` Some are single men or women ''.

Darlene sat following to me, quietly looking at the ads. She asked, `` Are these real people '' ?

I told her `` Yes, these are real people ''.

Darlene pointed to an ad placed by a tie couple looking for single men. The ad had a photograph of the wife and husband lying next to each other, au naturel. A s pic was of the wife being fucked by another man.

Darlene asked, `` So, her husband is O.K. with this guy fucking her '' ?

I said `` Yeah, I would guess that her husband took the picture ''.

We looked through the ads. Darlene would occasionally point to an ad and make a comment about a couple looking `` nice '', or a guy looking like a sequent killer and laughter. She asked `` What 's BI '' ? `` This one says the married woman is BI ''.

I said, `` It means she likes sex with both men and adult female ''.

Darlene emitted and `` Oooh '' ! `` This one says they 're both BI ''.

I said, `` So he 's uncoerced to have sex with men and women, and she 's bequeath to have sex with men and women. ''

West glide Swingers was a monthly publishing, and over the succeeding couple of calendar month, I 'd bring rest home the new military issue and Darlene and I would look them over together in bed. She seemed to revel looking at and making comments about the photos. Afterward, we 'd almost always have some great sex.

One dark after some exceptionally full sex, we kicked back and browsed through the new issue of the clip. Darlene asked me if I ever fantasize about mass in the ads.

I replied, `` Not about any one ad in particular, but I `` do '' sometimes fantasize about watching you with another man ''.

She seemed surprise at this and asked, `` You would n't be envious '' ?

I did n't recite her that just the thought of seeing another man 's cock fucking her cunt makes me horny as hell. Instead, I told her `` I do n't `` THINK '', I 'd be green-eyed. It 's not like you 'll be cheating on me ''. `` We 'll be doing it together ''.

My wife said, `` Wait a min '' ! `` We 'll be doing it '' ? `` Do You Actually Want to Try this '' ?

I tried not to sound too enthusiastic, `` Actually, yeah, I would n't mind trying it ''.

She sat back against the headboard, silent for a min. She asked, `` You 'd be fucking other women '' ?

I said, `` It 's a yobo job, but individual has to do it ''. She hit me. I said, `` If we connected with a span, I 'm sure they 'd expect me to get laid the married woman ''. `` But if you 're uneasy about that, we could just respond to ads posted by single men ''.

Some more silence. `` You REALLY desire me to fuck other bozo '' ?

I replied, `` I love you more than lifespan Hon, but yes, I 'd bonk to watch you having sex ''. `` But only if you think it 's something you would bask too ''. `` We do n't `` suffer '' to do anything ''. `` It 's just a fancy of mine ''.

Darlene was soundless for a while, looking down at the ads. photograph of guys displaying their erect cock. I kept quiet. She flipped through a few varlet. Eventually, she said, `` Let 's do it '' ! `` But no married guys cheating on their wife '' ! `` And I get to pick the ads '' ! `` And you always have to be with me '' !

I said, `` Agreed '' ! We began looking over the ads with a new perspective.

It took Darlene a couple of day to pick out five ads. She picked out three single men and two couples. I pointed out that one of the couples stated that both are BI.

She simply said, `` I know. ``

I thought, `` tinker's damn ! I hope this works out '' ! We got a P.O. box so we would n't be sending our address out to stranger. We took some nude polaroid 's and sent out the responses. Some to P.O. box addresses, some had to be forwarded by West seacoast tramp for a 1 $ fee.

We soon discovered that, like todays internet dating web site, there are pseud, chip, and photo collectors. We wasted over a month, waiting for response that never came.

We came to the decision that answering ads would be too hit and miss and would consume a lot of time. We called Rod & Sharon, the publishers of the magazine. We explained that we were new to swinging and asked for their advice about the best way to dip our toes into the pond.

Sharon suggested that we attend a party at a tramp 's club they run out of a menage they owned. It was low key, and no force per unit area to participate. Darlene asked if any of the cabaret members are BI. Sharon said that several of the members were BI, both male and female. We made reserve for the next Fri night.





Fri arrived. We knocked on the room access at the swinger club. Sharon greeted us and gave us a tour of the house. Each of the bedchamber and the service department had been sectioned off into private domain, three mattresses on the storey with sheets hanging down from cords stretched across the way to separate them. The passe-partout bedroom had no detachment, this was a group room. Out back was a pool, and neighboring hot tub.

There were 15 to 20 people already there. We paid our rank fee, and Sharon showed us to a changing sphere where we disrobed and grabbed a towel for each of us.

In the aliveness elbow room, hoi polloi were lounging around, three or four obvious twosome, a number of singles. Most had towels around their waist, several were nude sculpture with towel in hand and a few still clothed. We got a `` Hi, you 're new here are n't you '' ? We explained that we were first timekeeper, more than a little unquiet. Testing the urine so to speak.

People began wandering off, basically cruising. We got a few invitations. We thanked them, said we wanted to relax and get used to the atmosphere.

We attended several party, getting to cognise some of the regular, but Darlene never gave the go ahead, to make for.

Around our 8th or 9th party, We were sitting in the patio area and Darlene went to use the bathroom.

sexual climax back, Ken, one of the fixture we had gotten to know fairly well, blocked her path in the hall, and asked Darlene `` When are we going to bring '' ?

She replied `` I do n't know '' ! She ducked under his arm which he was using to tip against the bulwark and hurried out to me. She explained what happened.

She had mentioned before that she thought Ken was skillful looking, so I asked `` Would you like to fuck him '' ?

Darlene said `` I dooo n't screw. Maaaybe '' !

I said `` I 'll let ken know that we want to hit the hot tub for a bit, then we 'll take care him up. O.K. '' ? She said `` O.K. ''



We were only in the in-ground hot tub a few instant before Ken approached. `` O.K. to join you '' ? I said `` Please do '' !

Ken slid down into the water supply. next to Darlene. he was on her left, I was on her right hand. He turned on the workbench rump so he was facing us, he rested his in good order arm on the deck of cards behind Darlene 's head. We engaged in small talk about the lodge, the kind of mass who attend the parties, etc.

As we talked, I noticed that Darlene 's left arm was moving slightly. The blue jet had been turned off. I looked down and could just make out through the calm water supply that she had Ken 's dick in her handwriting, stroking it slowly.

I placed my left hand on her thigh and slid it up to her pussy. Ken 's left hand was already there. I covered his hired man with mine, gave a couple of gentle rubs and moved my hand away. He smiled at me, I gave him a nod of my head.

Ken leaned toward Darlene and placed his sass to hers. He gave her a prospicient, deep osculation, then suggested that we find a common soldier area.

Darlene said `` O.K. ``

We found a private area and dropped our towels. We laid on the mattress with Ken on Darlene 's left, me on her right wing. I moved back to give them some room.

I should say here that Darlene was a 5', 100-pound hottie ! Her hair was very dark brunette and came down to just past her shoulders. She had it parted into Gemini ponytails. Her tits were perfectly shaped small `` B '' cup cumulation. Her pussy, which she had shaved, was a everlasting lilliputian camel-toe and as smoothen as Methedrine.

Ken, lying next to Darlene, leaned down and placing his backtalk to hers began a long deep kiss, his right arm under her neck, his left hand at her redress tit, gently rubbing her nipple. Darlene rolled left toward Ken, her ripe bridge player felt it 's way along his thigh until she found his stopcock which she began stroking. Ken 's cock was a petty longer than 7 inches and was quickly getting hard.

When they broke off the candy kiss, Darlene slid down a piddling, looked back over her berm at me and then took Ken 's hammer into her mouth.

As she began sucking his stopcock, Ken moved his odd hand to her pussy. She bent her leg at the knee, lifting it up a fiddling allowing Ken easy access. I slid down toward her groundwork and had a clear view of his finger's breadth rubbing gently along her slit.

After a few minutes, Ken pulled away. He rolled her onto her back, then onto her right slope so she was facing me. He lifted her leg up, bent at the knee and cuddled in behind her. He placed the head of his cock at the fundament of her pussy and began rubbing it back and forth along the distance of her slit.

He said, `` This way your husband has a light aspect of what we 're doing ''. He continued rubbing his tool along her slit, the brain forcing the sassing apart.

Darlene began emitting a low volume `` ooh '' ! each time the headland of his turncock rubbed against her clit. She reached down, and as the head of his cock reached the bottom of her pussycat, she pushed it toward her. When he pushed again, his cock slid into her a couple of inches. Another accident and he was halfway in. Darlene grabbed my hand and squeezed as Ken began fucking her with full, deep diagonal.

Ken fucked my wife with his fully engorged cock for a while before he withdrew completely, pulling away from her. She uttered a low `` Noo ''.

He rolled her toward him, so she was lying on her back. He moved over her, pushed her legs apart and supporting his upper dead body with his forearms flat against the mattress began teasing her snatch with the point of his peter. Darlene wrapped her left arm around the diminished of his back and with her right hand grabbed his cock placing the drumhead against her cunt. She pulled him down impaling herself with his cock.

Ken began fucking her in earnest. He 'd withdraw until just the brain was inside her then push hard mashing his pubic whisker against her bald kitty-cat. Darlene 's moans were getting louder and she had her men on his ass, pulling him into her.

I moved down so my principal was parallel to their hip joint. Looking between their bodies as he raised up, I could see the venous blood vessel bulging in his cock as he fucked her with pounding thrusts.

I noticed that as Ken would thrust his shaft into her, she was lifting her hips, thrusting against him. I was n't just watching another man fuck my wife. I was watching `` her '' fuck him.

Darlene was getting vocal music, emitting an `` Oh '' ! each time he slammed his Cock into her rapid fervency. `` Oh '', `` Oh, '' Oh, '' `` Oh, '' `` Oh. '' Each `` Oh '' getting louder than the last.

Darlene suddenly moved her powerful hand from Ken 's ass and grabbed my hand. `` Honneeee '' ! Her orgasm was as intense as any `` I '' had ever given her. At the Lapplander time, Ken gave out a loud groan and pushed into her voiceless, he held there grinding against her pussy. I could see the muscles in his ass pulsation. Once, twice, three times, four. He let out a deep breath, and collapsed on my wife. Just his speed eubstance supported by his forearms on the mattress.

I moved my head up by Darlene 's. Her climax was settling, she had a silly smile on her face, her eyes locked on mine.

I asked `` unspoilt '' ?

She replied in a fallible representative, `` Oh So just '' ! I gave her a kiss.

Ken lifted himself up, easing his cock out of my Wife 's pussy. Cum had oozed out around his shaft during the roll in the hay and her bald cunt was sloppy with the combination of her juices and his cum.

He collapsed beside her, then rolled onto his right side looking into her eyes. He said, `` thank you ''. `` You are amazing '' ! He looked at me saying, `` And thank you for sharing this amazing lady with me ''. `` I hope we can do this again old soon ''.

I looked down at Darlene 's face. That silly grin was back. I looked at Ken and said, `` I think you can count on that '' !

Darlene whispered, `` Oh yes `` ! !

Ken gave my married woman another candy kiss, picked up his towel and stood up. Darlene sat up. `` You 're leaving '' ?

Ken said `` Yeah, I figure you two could use some alone time ''.

Darlene said, `` But I have n't cum yet ! '' Her silly smile had turned to a pixilated smile.

Ken and I looked at each other, we both broke out laughing. I said `` Samson shit '' ! `` I 'll bet the neighbors four houses down the city block discover your sexual climax '' !

Darlene said, `` You really think masses heard me '' ?

A female person voice in the secret area next to ours piped in, `` We definitely heard you here '' ! A man 's chuckle came from the same area.

Across the manor hall, in the group room, person called out. `` Sounded like a good time from over here '' ! The phone of a couple of people clapping their hands in clapping followed.

Darlene 's face was turning red in plethora. She put her hand over her sassing and whispered `` Oh My God '' !

Ken knelt down on one knee joint, pulled Darlene 's hand away and gave her a quick buss. In a low interpreter he said, `` I think you 're gon na be the talking of the party '' ! `` I 'll speak to you guys later ''. He stood back up, pulled the sheet aside and stepped into the hallway. A manlike voice called out from the grouping elbow room `` Way to go, Ken '' ! followed by more clapping. I heard Ken say `` O.K. guy wire, cool it '' !

I kissed my married woman, and gently pushed her back so she was lying down. I ran my hand along her inner thigh to her pussy. Cum was still slowly oozing from her. I looked into her heart and said, `` I want to go down on you ''. She looked surprised and said, `` I need to go sporty up '' ! I said `` No, I want you the way you are ''.

Darlene said, `` But It 's another Isle of Man cum in me '' !

I said, `` I know. ``

I moved down and positioned myself between her legs. I raised her thighs up, diffuse her knee apart, her ft rested on the mattress.

A great puddle of cum lay on the bed sheet below her ass. I kissed her pubic mound and ran my tongue along her cunt to her still oozing opening and pushed my tongue in. I scooped up Ken 's cum with my tongue and held it in my mouth for a secondly or two savoring the predilection before I swallowed. I pushed up on Darlene 's thigh, raising her ass up and lowered my sass to the puddle of cum that rested on the sheet. I sucked up the cum, savored, and swallowed.

I spent four- or five-minutes cleaning my wife 's cunt with my spit before moving up to kiss her deeply.

Darlene used the bathroom to clean up and we went to the hot tub to unlax and talk about what she had just experienced.

We were there about 15 or 20 minutes when a man came and sat on the border of the hot tub across from us, his ramification dangling in the water. He was blonde, attractive, and had what looked to be at least a 7-inch cock.

He introduced himself as Jim. He asked if we were new here. I replied that we 've been to a few parties.

Jim said, `` You have a lovely wife ''. I said `` Thanks, I think so too ''.

He asked if we enjoyed three with other men.

I looked at Darlene, she looked at me.

Under the water, she took my hand and squeezed. She stood up, waded over to Jim and took his cock into her mouthpiece .