Based on meeting someone off a swinger magazine's personal ad (pre-Internet), I'd dipped my toes in the lifestyle pool when she took me to a couple swinger parties. I was investigating whether or not swinging wasn't just some counter-cultural fad that had faded away in the 1970s, and the last of the "Free Love" generation. Rumors had reached me, and I needed to know if it was all real, and still a thing. Attending these parties, usually located in remote areas around Los Angeles, my journey of discovery began in earnest. Lots of kinky sights to open my eyes, and several kinky experiences to spark a whole new habit to replace my porn addiction. I mean, why settle for fantasies when reality was within reach? Anonymous encounters, sexual but none significantly intimate. It was all such an awakening for me, though, being able to freely flirt with alluring women, expressing my lust for them despite the wedding ring on their fingers, and because of it. Their husbands offered friendly welcomes, and approval. It was acceptable for me to ogle their wives, to openly observe their nudity, be a voyeur to their shameless fornicating, and, on occasion, to participate in that fornication. Yet, it wasn't until I found swinger sites online that my adventures truly commenced, evolving from the superficial, transitory party experiences, to something more substantial, and ongoing.
From one site, I recall exchanging notes with a mature white couple for a while. One day, there came the invitation I had been hoping for, without adding any pressure of expectation. In their profile photos, I saw that the husband was an average-looking guy, short, balding, and built like a pudgy fireplug. I would later learn that he was a gymnast in his youth. The wife? Well, she was a vision. Standing an inch or so taller than her hubby at around 5'8", she had the toned, slender-but-curvy figure of a woman twenty years younger. However, she had allowed her medium-length hair to go naturally gray, making her a "silver vixen." She wore little-to-no cosmetics, an earth-mom type through and through. I had spent hours staring at her photos, clothed and nude. But there was more of an artful quality to her nude images, posted by her husband. They were tantalizing without being lewd. Again came the ping in the back of my mind, objecting to my lustful thoughts for a married white woman. Dispelling the alert, I confess I masturbated to her pics.
And so, when I received their invitation, I was a mass of nerves, hopes, and eager anticipation. I did not want to mess this up. Many of our preferences matched, specifically a leaning towards bareback sex. Clearly, they were open to interracial, and it added to the kink that she was at least ten-to-fifteen years older than me then. Be cool. Be cool. Don't blow it. I was to meet them on Saturday, early in the evening, but not at some public coffee shop, or diner. No, right off the bat, they wanted our very first meeting to be at their home, which was only a few blocks from where I worked! Now, I was prepared for it to just be a casual introduction to gauge our in-person chemistry, nothing more than that. After all, chemistry does vary from one stage to the next. The flame ignited online, or on a phone call could just as easily fizzle once you meet someone face-to-face, right? I fought against coming off like it was a job interview. At the same time, I had no intention of being too pushy. Keep it classy, but flirty. Casual, not formal. Relax. Be yourself. I thought it all went very well, and I was beginning to feel assured I would be invited back soon to take things to the next stage. >record scratch!< And that's when the wife unveiled another surprise.
Obtaining her husband's approval with a brief, shared glance, she abruptly popped the question. No coy phrasings or clever code. No shy suggestions. She simply leaned a little toward me on the couch, beamed that friendly smile with twinkling eyes, and in a classy-but-seductive voice asked, just above a whisper, "Would you like to join us upstairs?" In the 1979 Blake Edwards film 10, Bo Derek's character bluntly asks Dudley Moore's character almost out of the blue, "Want to fuck?" That was far less classy than the way this sexy wife asked me, but the reaction was the same. And, ironically, that movie contained swinger themes. In anticipation of my assenting reply, the wife was already rising off of the sofa. She indicated that I could bring my dr!nk (just a glass of ice water) with me as she led the way. As she preceded me up the long flight of stairs, I couldn't take my eyes off her lithe figure moving beneath that modest, flowy sundress. The bulge in my pants kept growing in response to the entire naughty situation, and the suddenness of it all.
Entering their bedroom, the lighting was soft, coming from a small lamp beside the bed, another atop a dresser near the doorway, and from the open bathroom. After I set my glass on a coaster placed on the dresser, the mental foreplay at last transitioned to the physical. Standing with her near the foot of their low bed, I thrilled to slowly, delicately removing her dress, her bra, and her panties, a happily-married white woman I had only just met twenty minutes ago. She let out a girlish giggle, reveling in the excitement of this newness, and the naughtiness of it. Me? I was totally on Cloud Nine. I was fine with taking off my own shirt as she watched. But I wanted her to be the one to undo my belt, and unzip my pants. It was important that this be the final clear confirmation of exactly what she wanted from me. The dull clinking of my unfastened belt buckle in her hands was such a telltale sound, and I celebrated the pressure of her fingers working to open my zipper. Tugging the zipper all the way down, one of her hands briefly cupped my genitals through my jeans, giving them a quick squeeze before releasing me. I lowered my pants and stepped out of them, leaving only my boxers to remove last. There was no television in the room, and no music played anywhere. It was a quiet ambience, as the sounds of intermittent street traffic wafted in through a slightly-opened window, and through the partially-closed blinds. I suppose a very nosy neighbor in the next condo was near enough to be able to spy on us for kicks. I was too aroused to care. I didn't even mind as her husband set up his expensive camera equipment to record everything on video for their personal use. He would participate in the pleasure soon, and this was about exchanging trust, all around. For that moment, that beginning, he relished being the photographer as I shared a long embrace with his wife, and we started making out passionately.
It had been some time since I kissed a woman like that, and then it was in a romantic relationship. Now fully undressed himself, the husband momentarily moved behind his wife, reaching around to fondle her supple breasts. She responded by reaching her left hand back to stroke his erection. She slid her other hand inside my boxers to take hold of my own hard dick, all while still twirling her tongue around mine in our impassioned kiss. It was a standing MFM. Finally, with a pause in our kissing, the three of us kept standing there, both of us guys groping and fondling the lady as she held us by our cocks. It should have been an awkward silence, but instead it was a shamelessly kinky exploration, each of us allowing one another this uninhibited touching as a means of getting acquainted. Having been married for years, the husband knew everything about her body, so he graciously moved his groping hand aside, yielding to me as I reached down to feel and rub his wife's smoothly shaved pussy. I slipped a finger in to sample her slick wetness, and her tight vaginal canal, evoking a sigh of pleasure from her. Emboldened, I let my other hand slowly slide down the curve of her spine until I was clutching one side of her fleshy buttocks. After squeezing her butt-cheek several times, I dared to inch my middle finger into her crevice so that my fingertip found her asshole, lightly rubbing the ridges there. When she offered no objection, I gently-but-firmly poked my finger straight into her puckered anus til it was inside, up to the second knuckle. She liked it! I had no idea if she would. "Ohhhhhh..." she softly gasped, as she let her eyes go all dreamy. This spurred me to dig even deeper up her ass, wiggling and twisting my finger inside, stroking the walls of her warm rectum. Hubby saw what I was doing, and his reaction never altered. Having removed my hand from her pussy, I wanted her then to focus only on the anal play, me digging all the way up her asshole. It was so gloriously nasty, particularly on a first encounter. Once I slowly pulled my finger back out, I could feel the O-ring of her sphincter momentarily clutch tight on my fingertip before letting go.
There was another pause, and she softly told her husband what a lucky woman she was to be receiving so much attention that evening. She beamed that happy grin at me again. He smiled and voiced his agreement, returning to his camera mounted on a tripod in the corner, while I joined his beautiful wife in their marriage bed (Some of the images he captured that first evening are posted in my Private Photo Album.). It quickly became crystal clear that, as the guest, I was to take my turn with the Mrs. first. I appreciated how kind she was. She had such a great personality, a charming warmth and generosity. I delighted in the taste of her lips and tongue as we kissed again like young lovers. I thrilled to sucking on her breasts, eating her shaved pussy, and thoroughly licking her puckered anus. Through it all, we maintained our lighthearted banter, as if this sexual encounter was the most normal thing in the world. She chuckled at my jokes, and returned fire with a few of her own, making her hubby laugh along with me. But in a blink, her facial expression could switch to one of pure, wanton lust as I played with her nipples, and then maneuvered over on my knees to straddle her face, my cock dangling inches from her mouth. She sucked on me with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, an act of fellatio so special for its unprecedented nature, stranger to stranger. Gazing down on her in that dominant position, it was an awesome sight to see and feel her lips tightly sealed around my penis, her eyes closed, her tongue flicking and swirling around my shaft, and my mushroom head. Pulling out of her mouth, I took hold of my organ, coated with her saliva. Tugging it upward, I leaned forward again so that my balls rubbed against her upturned face. She sucked my balls into her mouth, first one, then the other, and I was overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations. This continued for several exhilarating minutes before it was time to move on past the foreplay.
Moving back to the foot of the bed, I drank in the sight of this sexy older woman, so young at heart, spreading her naked legs wide to me, her pale skin seeming to glow brightly in the softly lit room. I did love the stark contrast in the color of our skin. She gazed over at me in eager expectation, and as if offering her body as my conquest. This was it at last. Crawling up between her creamy thighs, I mounted her in missionary, lowering my pelvis to hers for a slow grind, our genitals rubbing together. And then, again, I let her take the initiative by reaching with her hand to guide my penis to where I would enter her. Smoothly, and steadily, taking my time, I penetrated her warm, moist vagina with my stiff, throbbing erection, no restrictions, no condom. She softly moaned, "Mmmm... So nice to meet you... " before grinning once more. What a woman. This was my fantasy fulfilled, and my initiation into a deeper side of the swinger lifestyle... bareback sex with a married woman I'd only just met for the very first time, in their home, and in their marriage bed. Less than an hour before, this friendly couple had opened their front door to me. We sat and chatted in their living room, the husband so pleased by my sincere compliments about his better half, and her easy, flirtatious laughter. Less than an hour later, we were naked, my black dong energetically thrusting in and out of her squishing pussy in blissful acceptance and elation.
It was like the ultimate hospitality, sharing cheerful conversation, sharing refreshments, and an accommodating wife dropping her panties to share her body for sex with a new visitor. And without ever discussing it openly, this amazing couple embraced my intent to freely and fully ejaculate inside the wife as the consummation of our immoral sex act. I needed that. As much as I was pleasing her, she knew she was relieving my sexual tension, servicing my sexual needs as a shared wife, which is something spouses only do for each other in the "vanilla" world. This is what's so thrilling and unique about the swinger lifestyle, that type of freedom, that lack of inhibition about shattering marital vows, repeatedly, and with such zest. I was copulating with her, a strange woman, another man's loving wife. The sheer sin of it only spiked the thrill, and I never felt that more than I did in beginning that very special friendship with that very special couple. The shattered taboos only heightened the eroticism, and our euphoric climax. It was so beautiful and so kinky when the husband leaned in to kiss his bride right in the middle of our coupling. She was so giddy at his display of deep affection, all while being further stimulated by the foreign penis nestled within her vagina. He loved her madly, and dearly appreciated her. And he was allowing me to deeply appreciate her, too.
From one site, I recall exchanging notes with a mature white couple for a while. One day, there came the invitation I had been hoping for, without adding any pressure of expectation. In their profile photos, I saw that the husband was an average-looking guy, short, balding, and built like a pudgy fireplug. I would later learn that he was a gymnast in his youth. The wife? Well, she was a vision. Standing an inch or so taller than her hubby at around 5'8", she had the toned, slender-but-curvy figure of a woman twenty years younger. However, she had allowed her medium-length hair to go naturally gray, making her a "silver vixen." She wore little-to-no cosmetics, an earth-mom type through and through. I had spent hours staring at her photos, clothed and nude. But there was more of an artful quality to her nude images, posted by her husband. They were tantalizing without being lewd. Again came the ping in the back of my mind, objecting to my lustful thoughts for a married white woman. Dispelling the alert, I confess I masturbated to her pics.
And so, when I received their invitation, I was a mass of nerves, hopes, and eager anticipation. I did not want to mess this up. Many of our preferences matched, specifically a leaning towards bareback sex. Clearly, they were open to interracial, and it added to the kink that she was at least ten-to-fifteen years older than me then. Be cool. Be cool. Don't blow it. I was to meet them on Saturday, early in the evening, but not at some public coffee shop, or diner. No, right off the bat, they wanted our very first meeting to be at their home, which was only a few blocks from where I worked! Now, I was prepared for it to just be a casual introduction to gauge our in-person chemistry, nothing more than that. After all, chemistry does vary from one stage to the next. The flame ignited online, or on a phone call could just as easily fizzle once you meet someone face-to-face, right? I fought against coming off like it was a job interview. At the same time, I had no intention of being too pushy. Keep it classy, but flirty. Casual, not formal. Relax. Be yourself. I thought it all went very well, and I was beginning to feel assured I would be invited back soon to take things to the next stage. >record scratch!< And that's when the wife unveiled another surprise.
Obtaining her husband's approval with a brief, shared glance, she abruptly popped the question. No coy phrasings or clever code. No shy suggestions. She simply leaned a little toward me on the couch, beamed that friendly smile with twinkling eyes, and in a classy-but-seductive voice asked, just above a whisper, "Would you like to join us upstairs?" In the 1979 Blake Edwards film 10, Bo Derek's character bluntly asks Dudley Moore's character almost out of the blue, "Want to fuck?" That was far less classy than the way this sexy wife asked me, but the reaction was the same. And, ironically, that movie contained swinger themes. In anticipation of my assenting reply, the wife was already rising off of the sofa. She indicated that I could bring my dr!nk (just a glass of ice water) with me as she led the way. As she preceded me up the long flight of stairs, I couldn't take my eyes off her lithe figure moving beneath that modest, flowy sundress. The bulge in my pants kept growing in response to the entire naughty situation, and the suddenness of it all.
Entering their bedroom, the lighting was soft, coming from a small lamp beside the bed, another atop a dresser near the doorway, and from the open bathroom. After I set my glass on a coaster placed on the dresser, the mental foreplay at last transitioned to the physical. Standing with her near the foot of their low bed, I thrilled to slowly, delicately removing her dress, her bra, and her panties, a happily-married white woman I had only just met twenty minutes ago. She let out a girlish giggle, reveling in the excitement of this newness, and the naughtiness of it. Me? I was totally on Cloud Nine. I was fine with taking off my own shirt as she watched. But I wanted her to be the one to undo my belt, and unzip my pants. It was important that this be the final clear confirmation of exactly what she wanted from me. The dull clinking of my unfastened belt buckle in her hands was such a telltale sound, and I celebrated the pressure of her fingers working to open my zipper. Tugging the zipper all the way down, one of her hands briefly cupped my genitals through my jeans, giving them a quick squeeze before releasing me. I lowered my pants and stepped out of them, leaving only my boxers to remove last. There was no television in the room, and no music played anywhere. It was a quiet ambience, as the sounds of intermittent street traffic wafted in through a slightly-opened window, and through the partially-closed blinds. I suppose a very nosy neighbor in the next condo was near enough to be able to spy on us for kicks. I was too aroused to care. I didn't even mind as her husband set up his expensive camera equipment to record everything on video for their personal use. He would participate in the pleasure soon, and this was about exchanging trust, all around. For that moment, that beginning, he relished being the photographer as I shared a long embrace with his wife, and we started making out passionately.
It had been some time since I kissed a woman like that, and then it was in a romantic relationship. Now fully undressed himself, the husband momentarily moved behind his wife, reaching around to fondle her supple breasts. She responded by reaching her left hand back to stroke his erection. She slid her other hand inside my boxers to take hold of my own hard dick, all while still twirling her tongue around mine in our impassioned kiss. It was a standing MFM. Finally, with a pause in our kissing, the three of us kept standing there, both of us guys groping and fondling the lady as she held us by our cocks. It should have been an awkward silence, but instead it was a shamelessly kinky exploration, each of us allowing one another this uninhibited touching as a means of getting acquainted. Having been married for years, the husband knew everything about her body, so he graciously moved his groping hand aside, yielding to me as I reached down to feel and rub his wife's smoothly shaved pussy. I slipped a finger in to sample her slick wetness, and her tight vaginal canal, evoking a sigh of pleasure from her. Emboldened, I let my other hand slowly slide down the curve of her spine until I was clutching one side of her fleshy buttocks. After squeezing her butt-cheek several times, I dared to inch my middle finger into her crevice so that my fingertip found her asshole, lightly rubbing the ridges there. When she offered no objection, I gently-but-firmly poked my finger straight into her puckered anus til it was inside, up to the second knuckle. She liked it! I had no idea if she would. "Ohhhhhh..." she softly gasped, as she let her eyes go all dreamy. This spurred me to dig even deeper up her ass, wiggling and twisting my finger inside, stroking the walls of her warm rectum. Hubby saw what I was doing, and his reaction never altered. Having removed my hand from her pussy, I wanted her then to focus only on the anal play, me digging all the way up her asshole. It was so gloriously nasty, particularly on a first encounter. Once I slowly pulled my finger back out, I could feel the O-ring of her sphincter momentarily clutch tight on my fingertip before letting go.
There was another pause, and she softly told her husband what a lucky woman she was to be receiving so much attention that evening. She beamed that happy grin at me again. He smiled and voiced his agreement, returning to his camera mounted on a tripod in the corner, while I joined his beautiful wife in their marriage bed (Some of the images he captured that first evening are posted in my Private Photo Album.). It quickly became crystal clear that, as the guest, I was to take my turn with the Mrs. first. I appreciated how kind she was. She had such a great personality, a charming warmth and generosity. I delighted in the taste of her lips and tongue as we kissed again like young lovers. I thrilled to sucking on her breasts, eating her shaved pussy, and thoroughly licking her puckered anus. Through it all, we maintained our lighthearted banter, as if this sexual encounter was the most normal thing in the world. She chuckled at my jokes, and returned fire with a few of her own, making her hubby laugh along with me. But in a blink, her facial expression could switch to one of pure, wanton lust as I played with her nipples, and then maneuvered over on my knees to straddle her face, my cock dangling inches from her mouth. She sucked on me with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, an act of fellatio so special for its unprecedented nature, stranger to stranger. Gazing down on her in that dominant position, it was an awesome sight to see and feel her lips tightly sealed around my penis, her eyes closed, her tongue flicking and swirling around my shaft, and my mushroom head. Pulling out of her mouth, I took hold of my organ, coated with her saliva. Tugging it upward, I leaned forward again so that my balls rubbed against her upturned face. She sucked my balls into her mouth, first one, then the other, and I was overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations. This continued for several exhilarating minutes before it was time to move on past the foreplay.
Moving back to the foot of the bed, I drank in the sight of this sexy older woman, so young at heart, spreading her naked legs wide to me, her pale skin seeming to glow brightly in the softly lit room. I did love the stark contrast in the color of our skin. She gazed over at me in eager expectation, and as if offering her body as my conquest. This was it at last. Crawling up between her creamy thighs, I mounted her in missionary, lowering my pelvis to hers for a slow grind, our genitals rubbing together. And then, again, I let her take the initiative by reaching with her hand to guide my penis to where I would enter her. Smoothly, and steadily, taking my time, I penetrated her warm, moist vagina with my stiff, throbbing erection, no restrictions, no condom. She softly moaned, "Mmmm... So nice to meet you... " before grinning once more. What a woman. This was my fantasy fulfilled, and my initiation into a deeper side of the swinger lifestyle... bareback sex with a married woman I'd only just met for the very first time, in their home, and in their marriage bed. Less than an hour before, this friendly couple had opened their front door to me. We sat and chatted in their living room, the husband so pleased by my sincere compliments about his better half, and her easy, flirtatious laughter. Less than an hour later, we were naked, my black dong energetically thrusting in and out of her squishing pussy in blissful acceptance and elation.
It was like the ultimate hospitality, sharing cheerful conversation, sharing refreshments, and an accommodating wife dropping her panties to share her body for sex with a new visitor. And without ever discussing it openly, this amazing couple embraced my intent to freely and fully ejaculate inside the wife as the consummation of our immoral sex act. I needed that. As much as I was pleasing her, she knew she was relieving my sexual tension, servicing my sexual needs as a shared wife, which is something spouses only do for each other in the "vanilla" world. This is what's so thrilling and unique about the swinger lifestyle, that type of freedom, that lack of inhibition about shattering marital vows, repeatedly, and with such zest. I was copulating with her, a strange woman, another man's loving wife. The sheer sin of it only spiked the thrill, and I never felt that more than I did in beginning that very special friendship with that very special couple. The shattered taboos only heightened the eroticism, and our euphoric climax. It was so beautiful and so kinky when the husband leaned in to kiss his bride right in the middle of our coupling. She was so giddy at his display of deep affection, all while being further stimulated by the foreign penis nestled within her vagina. He loved her madly, and dearly appreciated her. And he was allowing me to deeply appreciate her, too.
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