True Tales about Wives and Lovers
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Swingers in the Army? Oh yeah. The Army is made up of people from all walks of life and they bring with them the behavior and culture that makes them who they are; the Army is the true melting pot in America and you will find all aspects of life there.
AND, don't confuse the Army of today with the one's that came before it. My Army in the 60's and 70s included, slot machines in the military clubs (the first Sergeant Major of the Army was called in front of congress with some cohorts and accused of skimming $150 million yearly from the West German and Viet Nam club systems (there was a book written about it called "The Khaki Mafia"). Strippers in the clubs (they were disguised as "Go Go Dancers") and booze around the clock. I can remember when you could go to the NCO club at lunch, ******* a couple of beers while watching a Dancer and then go back to work (even in the States). PXs had magazine racks where you could not only buy Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and about any magazine you wanted but there were racks full of full-blown porn paperbacks dealing with everything from ******* to interracial sex, hardly what you would find today on a modern Army base.
The late 60s thru the 70s was a wild ride in the U.S. and the U.S. Army, in general, and a LOT went on.
Now back to the story . . .
That evening when we were eating supper and talking about the days activities; Sharon asked how was your day? I said, "nothing special - I did have an interesting lunch at the mess hall with Steve. The fork stopped half way to Sharons mouth and she looked up at me quickly; "Really, she said, you'll have to tell me about it - LATER".
After the ******* were in bed, Sharon came into the living room carrying two glasses of wine and sat next to me on the couch, handing me a glass. So what made lunch "interesting"? I basically told her what Steve and I had talked about and what was said. I ended with, he said that Kathy had talked to you about this too - what did she have to say? Sharon sipped her wine nervously and then said, "she's hinted a couple of times when it was just her and I, that they have an "understanding" and then the last time just the two of us were together she told me the same thing Steve told you - that they were swingers".
We both sat and quietly sipped our wine. Finally, Sharon said, "what do you think?" I replied, "well, the fact that you seem to be entertaining the idea, tells me that you're interested - pause - I've thought about nothing but that most of the day. I wouldn't be truthful if I didn't admit that it is intriguing. But, I do think we would really want to make sure of what we were doing and how it might affect our relationship before we decided to do it; you know - make some rules and have a good understanding and definitely be careful".
Sharon said, "what kind of rules do you mean"? I said, "You know, what would bother us if the other did it, what we wouldn't want the other to do at all, how to be honest with one another about what we are doing or have done, in other words, we need to each think about it and what might occur or come up and how we might feel, and most importantly, how we would deal with it. What if we try it and one of us doesn't like it? I just think we need to talk about what might go wrong and not just what we might gain from it and how we intend to deal with those issues.
There was a long pause and then Sharon said, "Let's talk now and just see where the conversation goes, you know - be more spontaneous. We both have said that we were interested so let's talk about it". I agreed and said, "I'll go first".
Me - would it bother you to see me with Kathy?
Her - I don't think so, but until it happens, I can't say for sure. Would it bother you to see me with Steve?
I thought for a minute (do I really want to make this next move?) - Suuuure -
Me - It did at first, but I got over it.
A REALLY long pause -
Her - (in a whisper) What do you mean? What do you think you saw us doing?
Me - I just really feel like you did, more than I saw you. I think you slept together when you went with him to get his car. (not exactly a lie - I just didn't tell her all that I knew or about the other incidents I knew about).
Her - What makes you think we did?
Me - I don't feel like getting into a pissing contest about it, I have my feelings and if I'm wrong - just say so and I will believe you.
Another long pause (I think she was weighing the danger of not being truthful and destroying the "honesty-bond) -
Her - She took a deep breath and plunged forward - You,re right, we did - I'm so sorry, I love you and it was not my intent to hurt you.
Me - I love you too and if we decide to do this and have it really work, we are going to have to be honest with one another. If I understand how this is supposed to work, then, is we're admitting our desires and being honest with each other instead of sneaking around behind the other persons back or otherwise being dishonest about how we feel or act.
Her - I want to be honest with you too Gary, and I'm really sorry that I slept with Steve behind your back, I want this to work for us and be something we can do together, maybe even bring us closer together, allow us to have some fun and be guilt-free. I really do love you and I don't want to hurt you. If either of us decide this is not for us then we can always stop.
Me - I love you too baby, and maybe we can make it work - your turn -
Without boring you with the conversation, we came to an agreement about what was acceptable and what was not and decided to go forward and try it. I never told her about my "I Spy" efforts and she did not tell me about Marvin, so we still had our secrets and since I believe there is strength in holding some knowledge to yourself, I didn't press the issue.
I did get her to tell me how they pulled off the duty-train-tryst and even got a pretty good blow by blow (pun intended) description of the way it went down.
Her story - It turned out that right after you left, another female showed up and since she was active duty and I was space available, she had a higher priority than me and I was going to be bumped off the train, as the girls car was full. That would ******* the whole deal so we were pleading our case to the NCO, who was the train conductor. He finally told us that he doesn't normally do this BUT (I'm sure my tears were helping our case) he would let us use the conductors car and he would sleep in the mens car. We readily agreed and thanked him profusely (I think Steve slipped him some money too). The conductor car had a double sleeper bunk bed as it sometimes carried a train commander and the conductor. Its best feature was a private toilet; it also had a desk, chair and filing cabinet. Steve took the top bunk and we took turns getting ready and getting into our beds. Since I went first I was in bed watching Steve getting ready. He had stripped down to his boxer shorts and t-shirt. You know I prefer "tighty-whiteys" but I have to admit Steve was rocking his boxers and judging from the bulge moving around as he went about his preparations, I don't think it would fit comfortably in jockey underwear. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife, I was teasing Steve about his nerdy boxer shorts as he climbed into his rack and I got an unexpected look at his cock as he went up the ladder, it was flaccid but still almost came out the leg hole of his underwear. We said good night and I tossed and turned for ahile (with dreams of large Black Cocks dancing in my head). Steve was tossing and turning too and I imagined he was thinking of me too. I finally fell asleep but after a short time I woke and needed to go to the toilet. I got out of bed and crossed to the toilet, as I pulled open the door - there stood Steve with his humongous cock in his hand. At first I thought he was peeing and then I realized he was masturbating. I stood there stunned as Steve looked at me sheepishly. I mumbled sorry and that sounded so lame (I don't know what came over me) I blurted out - need some help with that? The rest as they say is history.
"Tell me about it", I said. She said, "Steve stepped towards me and we embraced and kissed. I told him don't go away, I'll be right back and I went in the toilet and closed the door and did my business. When I came out, Steve was standing by the desk, he had lost some of his erection but he was still too big to put his cock comfortably back in his underwear, it hung heavily in front of his crotch. I walked up to him and put one arm around his neck and took his cock in my other hand (it WAS heavy - hot and heavy). We began kissing again and I sat in the desk chair where I could hold his cock with both hands and begin stroking him back to hardness, even with both hands on it, there was still more than I could fit in my mouth and my hand could not reach around his shaft. It seemed as wide as my forearm. After a few minutes Steve picked me up and carried me to the bed. We made out for awhile until I finally pushed him onto his back and mounted him, slowly and carefully, it took me several minutes to get his monster in me and then I could only take him about half way, I was afraid of hurting the baby if I went to far and he let me control the penetration. Once I had adjusted to him I began to slide up and down on his cock; I've never been so full and I began to have what I can only describe as "mini-orgasms", one after the other every couple of minutes until we both exploded in massive orgasms. We lay together and rocked to the motion of the train until he became hard again and then we began again.
As she told me her story, she had fished my cock out and was stroking me as she talked. By the time she finished telling me about their first session, I had a raging hard on and she was also hot, wet and ready. We retired to the bedroom and once again I fucked her long and hard in an effort to reclaim what was rightfully mine - so far so good in the swinging lifstyle.
Next - a small party for four . . .
AND, don't confuse the Army of today with the one's that came before it. My Army in the 60's and 70s included, slot machines in the military clubs (the first Sergeant Major of the Army was called in front of congress with some cohorts and accused of skimming $150 million yearly from the West German and Viet Nam club systems (there was a book written about it called "The Khaki Mafia"). Strippers in the clubs (they were disguised as "Go Go Dancers") and booze around the clock. I can remember when you could go to the NCO club at lunch, ******* a couple of beers while watching a Dancer and then go back to work (even in the States). PXs had magazine racks where you could not only buy Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and about any magazine you wanted but there were racks full of full-blown porn paperbacks dealing with everything from ******* to interracial sex, hardly what you would find today on a modern Army base.
The late 60s thru the 70s was a wild ride in the U.S. and the U.S. Army, in general, and a LOT went on.
Now back to the story . . .
That evening when we were eating supper and talking about the days activities; Sharon asked how was your day? I said, "nothing special - I did have an interesting lunch at the mess hall with Steve. The fork stopped half way to Sharons mouth and she looked up at me quickly; "Really, she said, you'll have to tell me about it - LATER".
After the ******* were in bed, Sharon came into the living room carrying two glasses of wine and sat next to me on the couch, handing me a glass. So what made lunch "interesting"? I basically told her what Steve and I had talked about and what was said. I ended with, he said that Kathy had talked to you about this too - what did she have to say? Sharon sipped her wine nervously and then said, "she's hinted a couple of times when it was just her and I, that they have an "understanding" and then the last time just the two of us were together she told me the same thing Steve told you - that they were swingers".
We both sat and quietly sipped our wine. Finally, Sharon said, "what do you think?" I replied, "well, the fact that you seem to be entertaining the idea, tells me that you're interested - pause - I've thought about nothing but that most of the day. I wouldn't be truthful if I didn't admit that it is intriguing. But, I do think we would really want to make sure of what we were doing and how it might affect our relationship before we decided to do it; you know - make some rules and have a good understanding and definitely be careful".
Sharon said, "what kind of rules do you mean"? I said, "You know, what would bother us if the other did it, what we wouldn't want the other to do at all, how to be honest with one another about what we are doing or have done, in other words, we need to each think about it and what might occur or come up and how we might feel, and most importantly, how we would deal with it. What if we try it and one of us doesn't like it? I just think we need to talk about what might go wrong and not just what we might gain from it and how we intend to deal with those issues.
There was a long pause and then Sharon said, "Let's talk now and just see where the conversation goes, you know - be more spontaneous. We both have said that we were interested so let's talk about it". I agreed and said, "I'll go first".
Me - would it bother you to see me with Kathy?
Her - I don't think so, but until it happens, I can't say for sure. Would it bother you to see me with Steve?
I thought for a minute (do I really want to make this next move?) - Suuuure -
Me - It did at first, but I got over it.
A REALLY long pause -
Her - (in a whisper) What do you mean? What do you think you saw us doing?
Me - I just really feel like you did, more than I saw you. I think you slept together when you went with him to get his car. (not exactly a lie - I just didn't tell her all that I knew or about the other incidents I knew about).
Her - What makes you think we did?
Me - I don't feel like getting into a pissing contest about it, I have my feelings and if I'm wrong - just say so and I will believe you.
Another long pause (I think she was weighing the danger of not being truthful and destroying the "honesty-bond) -
Her - She took a deep breath and plunged forward - You,re right, we did - I'm so sorry, I love you and it was not my intent to hurt you.
Me - I love you too and if we decide to do this and have it really work, we are going to have to be honest with one another. If I understand how this is supposed to work, then, is we're admitting our desires and being honest with each other instead of sneaking around behind the other persons back or otherwise being dishonest about how we feel or act.
Her - I want to be honest with you too Gary, and I'm really sorry that I slept with Steve behind your back, I want this to work for us and be something we can do together, maybe even bring us closer together, allow us to have some fun and be guilt-free. I really do love you and I don't want to hurt you. If either of us decide this is not for us then we can always stop.
Me - I love you too baby, and maybe we can make it work - your turn -
Without boring you with the conversation, we came to an agreement about what was acceptable and what was not and decided to go forward and try it. I never told her about my "I Spy" efforts and she did not tell me about Marvin, so we still had our secrets and since I believe there is strength in holding some knowledge to yourself, I didn't press the issue.
I did get her to tell me how they pulled off the duty-train-tryst and even got a pretty good blow by blow (pun intended) description of the way it went down.
Her story - It turned out that right after you left, another female showed up and since she was active duty and I was space available, she had a higher priority than me and I was going to be bumped off the train, as the girls car was full. That would ******* the whole deal so we were pleading our case to the NCO, who was the train conductor. He finally told us that he doesn't normally do this BUT (I'm sure my tears were helping our case) he would let us use the conductors car and he would sleep in the mens car. We readily agreed and thanked him profusely (I think Steve slipped him some money too). The conductor car had a double sleeper bunk bed as it sometimes carried a train commander and the conductor. Its best feature was a private toilet; it also had a desk, chair and filing cabinet. Steve took the top bunk and we took turns getting ready and getting into our beds. Since I went first I was in bed watching Steve getting ready. He had stripped down to his boxer shorts and t-shirt. You know I prefer "tighty-whiteys" but I have to admit Steve was rocking his boxers and judging from the bulge moving around as he went about his preparations, I don't think it would fit comfortably in jockey underwear. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife, I was teasing Steve about his nerdy boxer shorts as he climbed into his rack and I got an unexpected look at his cock as he went up the ladder, it was flaccid but still almost came out the leg hole of his underwear. We said good night and I tossed and turned for ahile (with dreams of large Black Cocks dancing in my head). Steve was tossing and turning too and I imagined he was thinking of me too. I finally fell asleep but after a short time I woke and needed to go to the toilet. I got out of bed and crossed to the toilet, as I pulled open the door - there stood Steve with his humongous cock in his hand. At first I thought he was peeing and then I realized he was masturbating. I stood there stunned as Steve looked at me sheepishly. I mumbled sorry and that sounded so lame (I don't know what came over me) I blurted out - need some help with that? The rest as they say is history.
"Tell me about it", I said. She said, "Steve stepped towards me and we embraced and kissed. I told him don't go away, I'll be right back and I went in the toilet and closed the door and did my business. When I came out, Steve was standing by the desk, he had lost some of his erection but he was still too big to put his cock comfortably back in his underwear, it hung heavily in front of his crotch. I walked up to him and put one arm around his neck and took his cock in my other hand (it WAS heavy - hot and heavy). We began kissing again and I sat in the desk chair where I could hold his cock with both hands and begin stroking him back to hardness, even with both hands on it, there was still more than I could fit in my mouth and my hand could not reach around his shaft. It seemed as wide as my forearm. After a few minutes Steve picked me up and carried me to the bed. We made out for awhile until I finally pushed him onto his back and mounted him, slowly and carefully, it took me several minutes to get his monster in me and then I could only take him about half way, I was afraid of hurting the baby if I went to far and he let me control the penetration. Once I had adjusted to him I began to slide up and down on his cock; I've never been so full and I began to have what I can only describe as "mini-orgasms", one after the other every couple of minutes until we both exploded in massive orgasms. We lay together and rocked to the motion of the train until he became hard again and then we began again.
As she told me her story, she had fished my cock out and was stroking me as she talked. By the time she finished telling me about their first session, I had a raging hard on and she was also hot, wet and ready. We retired to the bedroom and once again I fucked her long and hard in an effort to reclaim what was rightfully mine - so far so good in the swinging lifstyle.
Next - a small party for four . . .
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Of course, after the "magic of the moment" had worn off, there were more discussions and decisions and some questions yet to be answered; while you are still under the spell of agreeing to work together to Fuck others - together - for the pure fun of it - without jealousy, well, it's pretty intoxicating. You aren't thinking of much else, if you're like us you just get real horny and fuck. Later, in the light of the day, a lot of other issues occur to you both, and more discussion and decision making also occur.
Some of the "add-on" issues and other resolutions were: We weren't sure if we preferred "open" or "closed" swinging to begin with; in fact, we weren't sure we would want to go through with it and wouldn't be until we were in that situation (actually, it was pretty much me - I think Sharon was ready but just didn't want to appear too eager). We determined that we were not sure if Kathy knew about Steve and Sharon (there had been no discussion of it with or around her that we knew of). So, unless they brought it up, we would not mention it. Sharon had decided to have her tubes tied after Missy was born because she had some side-effects from the pill and we were satisfied with 2 children, (the military medical system would sterilize a woman in a heart beat - could be a program to lessen the burden on the Government to care for our families - LOL). But we were not sure about Karen - would I need to wear a condom? This was the era before HIV and so STDs (or as we called them - VD) were not a big concern - pregnancy was. I wondered aloud about how Sharon might feel about me fucking Kathy when she had already slept with Steve, wouldn't she feel slighted? Sharons response was, "not really - he's only fucked me when I was pregnant, I'm sure it will be different. Hell, he's never even seen me with a flat-stomach" and she laughed - "it's not about keeping score Gary". To be honest, one of my major concerns was how well I would be able to perform in front of someone else; having never done it before, I'm sure I would be nervous. I didn't mention that fear to Sharon.
After several more discussions, it was determined that I would tell Steve that we were interested in at least talking more about it with the two of them and that maybe the next time we got together we could talk about it.
A couple of days later I ran into Steve at the Battalion Maintenance shop. While we were waiting our turn to see the Motor Sergeant we were BSing and I took the opportunity to tell Steve that we were interested in learning more and would like to get together with them and talk; maybe they would like to come over this Saturday and visit. Steve said they were going to a party Saturday but if we would like to visit at their apartment on Friday evening (that way we could talk without the ******* interrupting), he was sure that would be alright. We agreed to talk to the wives and let the other know.
It turned out to be fine with everyone. Since they lived only a few minutes from us, we would eat with the ******* and then turn them over to a babysitter and be at their house around 8:00PM on Friday evening.
As we were getting ready to go Sharon passed by me wearing a very sexy bra and panty set I do not remember seeing before. "You look very sexy Lady, you think someone is going to see you in your underwear"? I said. "Maybe, you can never tell" She said. "I think we're just talking tonight Babe", I said. "Well you never know, so wear your best, I say", she laughed and disappeared into the bedroom.
When we were ringing their door bell, I have to admit I was really nervous. Kathy opened the door and she looking smashing, as usual. She was wearing a very short Sun dress and had her hair down and was barefooted. She looked like a calendar picture of a girl on a swing on a warm Summer day - very laid back. She invited us in, hugging us both and taking the flowers Sharon carried and the bottle of wine I handed her as we walked, into the dining/living area.
Steve rose from the couch in their living room to greet us, shaking my hand and hugging Sharon; he wore a long sleeve button-neck t-shirt and jeans and he too was barefoot - as I said, very laid back. We sat on the loveseat and Kathy disappeared into the kitchen with the wine and flowers.
We made small talk until Kathy came back caring some cheese and crackers and the bottle of wine we'd given her, which she had opened, and four wine glasses; she sat everything on the coffee table between us and poured us each some wine and then sat next to Steve. The lights were dim in the room and she had lit a few candles around the room. It was a very intimate atmosphere.
We were, obviously, very nervous and they were the picture of tranquility. After a bit Steve said, "we're glad you all are interested in knowing more and we're both ready to help in any way we can. We'll be honest, you all are good friends, we like both a lot and would like to get to know you even better. What can we tell you"?
We cautiously asked our questions and they both did their best to calm our nerves and answer what we asked. I finally admitted that it was probably mostly me and that although I loved sex that I had no "group" experience and was not sure how well I would do with it.
Steve said, "sometimes it's best to stick with what you know. When people are new to the party scene, and trust me whether it is 4 or 40 involved, it's still a party, they participate, but only have sex with their own partner until they feel they are ready to join in with others". "let's just be ourselves, we know each other well so let's just act like it, let's dance a little make out some and just see where things go; just like the parties that you are used to - except - you're aware that there is the possibility of more.
Sounds good said Sharon and I agreed. Kathy put on some music and grabbed Steve's hand and they began to dance. We joined them and soon we were moving around the living room rubbing bellies and making out with our spouses. It was actually working pretty well for me because the sight of Steve and Kathy dancing together was a very erotic one indeed. He loomed over her and she really looked like a innocent beauty about to be consumed by a huge beast. As they danced Steve pulled her closer and the rear of her short sun dress rode up over her butt. She had a most luscious bubble-butt and it appeared as though she had no underwear on.
I pulled Sharon closer and slid my knee between her thighs, I whispered in her ear, "see I told you the sexy underwear weren't necessary" as I turned her where she could see Kathys naked butt. She bit down on my neck and said, "smart ass"! I grabbed Sharons ass and said, "no - great ass"; and Sharon, too, does have a great ass - the kind of ass that a husband can be proud of and that guys always take a second look at.
Steve danced Kathy back to their seat and sat down while she straddled and kissed him, She sat up and pulled her sun dress up her body and off, tossing it aside. She was totally nude. She was absolutely gorgeous! Better than I had dreamed. She was petite but perfectly proportioned, an hourglass figure, beautiful ass and larger breasts than I realized, not too big for her frame but I would guess a large "B" cup or small "C" cup, perfectly shaped and no sag. On her, they were perfect.
Sharon snapped me back to the present by whispering in my ear - "you're staring". "ain't we here to learn"? I asked. "Guess so", she answered and nuzzled my neck as we both looked on. Kathy slid down to the floor, she reached up and unbuckled Steves belt and pulled his jeans down and off as he pulled his shirt off. She leaned forward and grasped Steves cock with both hands. She covered the head of Steves cock with her mouth and began stoking him and licking his cock at the same time. It wasn't long until Steve was completely erect (so was I). She was totally absorbed in her worship of his cock as we were absorbed in watching her.
Meanwhile, Sharon was stroking me while we watched as Kathy climbed back up until she straddled Steves legs again, and slowly lowered her dripping pussy over the mushroom head of Steves cock we both held our breath while she slowly lowered herself onto him. inch by inch she slid down on him until she seemed to bottom out. Steve still had several inches of hard black cock outside of her when she began to rise up and then sink back down on his massive cock in a steady rhythm. We could hear her moans and murmurs of satisfaction from across the room. Sharon stood up in front of me and slowly mounted me in the "reverse-cowgirl" position and began copying the timing and movement of Kathy. It was almost as if I could feel Kathys pussy on me as she fucked Steve. It was breathtaking to watch her perfect white body rise and fall on his large black cock. The sounds of pleasure coming from Kathy added to the eroticism of the moment and made it even more spell-binding.
I realized that Kathys head had turned and she was watching us with a sly smile on her face. she stepped down with one foot and swung the other over Steve and stood. She walked around the table and towards us (she was even more beautiful in her full-frontal nudity) - her long blonde hair hanging over her shoulder and breast and she moved smoothly, like a dancer. As she stood in front of us, she placed a knee on our couch beside my thigh and leaned in and kissed me while Sharon watched. It was a deep tongue-searching french kiss that lingered for what seemed like minutes; as she pulled away she turned her face to Sharon and kissed her as well. I could see there tongues dancing in each others mouth. It was unreal, Sharon sitting on my cock and watching them kiss, I felt like I was in a dream.
Kathy stood taking Sharons hand, she led her around the table and to Steve. She held Sharons hand out to Steve and he took it as Sharon stepped forward, straddled Steve, grasped his cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy and began to slowly lower herself onto him.
Kathy returned to me and reached put her hand, I put my hand in hers and she said, "come on Gary, let's go to the bedroom where we can have some privacy. I rose and followed her to their candle-lit bedroom. Kathy lay back on the bed and pulled me down with her (not that it took a lot of effort). I began kissing her as I lay down half on top and half next to her, she rolled me over until she was on top and kissed her way down my body. As she kissed her way down, she switched her body around until we were in the 69 position with her on top.
She swallowed my cock like it has never been swallowed before and I was so inspired I tried my very best to give her the best head she had ever had. At the same time, from the other room, I could hear Sharons voice rising in a chant to her lover that was familiar yet different. She really did sound as though they were reaching new heights - Oh My God - I love your cock - Fuck me - Harder - Harder - Fuck Me!
Kathy soon reached an orgasm and proud to say, I had not and was still hard as a rock. She rolled over again and said, "Fuck me Gary - it's your turn now - Fuck me. I mounted her and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, We stayed that way for a moment and then pushed together until I was all of the way in her. I was pleasantly surprised to find the fit snug and wet. She was very turned on and the ******* flow to her sex caused a heat that was incredible. I began to stroke in and out of her with the intent to last and to leave her impressed. Somewhere during our fucking I became so into it that I lost track of the sounds from the next room and the next thing I knew I had picked up the pace and with Kathys legs locked around me and her hands on my ass, pulling me into her, and with my balls slapping against her ass we both came together in a mighty orgasm - the ******* rushed in my ears and I collapsed on top of her as we both breathed heavily as we recovered.
Kathy kissed my face and breathed words of happiness in my ear. "That was great Gary, I don't get head that often (I had noticed that Steve did not seem to be into oral sex) and I do love it, and you are great at it. And the feel of having all of my lovers cock in me as we fuck is a great turn on for me, you were great and I can't wait until we fuck again".
Her words weren't quite the same as Sharons homage to Steve but, to me, they were perfect and I told her so. Now a days, at my more advanced age, whenever I dwell on my long and busy sex life, Kathy is almost always the first memory to pop into my mind' a truly mind-blowing fuck with a beauty like her is a rare event.
After a bit, we joined the two in the living room. We sat, naked, and finished the bottle of wine as we basked in the afterglow of our love making. I began to think - this is just like a one-night stand - how do you now get dressed and go home - gracefully? And, are we done yet?
Finally, Steve said, "well, y'all got a little taste of swinging tonight, a little open then closed and a hint of girl girl action, but the party we're going to tomorrow is a "party - party" and as much fun as you are we can't be fucked out for that. So you got some stuff to think about, let's get together next weekend and talk about it.
We agreed, got dressed and our naked host and hostess walked us to the door where we all kissed, hugged and said our good nights.
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Some of the "add-on" issues and other resolutions were: We weren't sure if we preferred "open" or "closed" swinging to begin with; in fact, we weren't sure we would want to go through with it and wouldn't be until we were in that situation (actually, it was pretty much me - I think Sharon was ready but just didn't want to appear too eager). We determined that we were not sure if Kathy knew about Steve and Sharon (there had been no discussion of it with or around her that we knew of). So, unless they brought it up, we would not mention it. Sharon had decided to have her tubes tied after Missy was born because she had some side-effects from the pill and we were satisfied with 2 children, (the military medical system would sterilize a woman in a heart beat - could be a program to lessen the burden on the Government to care for our families - LOL). But we were not sure about Karen - would I need to wear a condom? This was the era before HIV and so STDs (or as we called them - VD) were not a big concern - pregnancy was. I wondered aloud about how Sharon might feel about me fucking Kathy when she had already slept with Steve, wouldn't she feel slighted? Sharons response was, "not really - he's only fucked me when I was pregnant, I'm sure it will be different. Hell, he's never even seen me with a flat-stomach" and she laughed - "it's not about keeping score Gary". To be honest, one of my major concerns was how well I would be able to perform in front of someone else; having never done it before, I'm sure I would be nervous. I didn't mention that fear to Sharon.
After several more discussions, it was determined that I would tell Steve that we were interested in at least talking more about it with the two of them and that maybe the next time we got together we could talk about it.
A couple of days later I ran into Steve at the Battalion Maintenance shop. While we were waiting our turn to see the Motor Sergeant we were BSing and I took the opportunity to tell Steve that we were interested in learning more and would like to get together with them and talk; maybe they would like to come over this Saturday and visit. Steve said they were going to a party Saturday but if we would like to visit at their apartment on Friday evening (that way we could talk without the ******* interrupting), he was sure that would be alright. We agreed to talk to the wives and let the other know.
It turned out to be fine with everyone. Since they lived only a few minutes from us, we would eat with the ******* and then turn them over to a babysitter and be at their house around 8:00PM on Friday evening.
As we were getting ready to go Sharon passed by me wearing a very sexy bra and panty set I do not remember seeing before. "You look very sexy Lady, you think someone is going to see you in your underwear"? I said. "Maybe, you can never tell" She said. "I think we're just talking tonight Babe", I said. "Well you never know, so wear your best, I say", she laughed and disappeared into the bedroom.
When we were ringing their door bell, I have to admit I was really nervous. Kathy opened the door and she looking smashing, as usual. She was wearing a very short Sun dress and had her hair down and was barefooted. She looked like a calendar picture of a girl on a swing on a warm Summer day - very laid back. She invited us in, hugging us both and taking the flowers Sharon carried and the bottle of wine I handed her as we walked, into the dining/living area.
Steve rose from the couch in their living room to greet us, shaking my hand and hugging Sharon; he wore a long sleeve button-neck t-shirt and jeans and he too was barefoot - as I said, very laid back. We sat on the loveseat and Kathy disappeared into the kitchen with the wine and flowers.
We made small talk until Kathy came back caring some cheese and crackers and the bottle of wine we'd given her, which she had opened, and four wine glasses; she sat everything on the coffee table between us and poured us each some wine and then sat next to Steve. The lights were dim in the room and she had lit a few candles around the room. It was a very intimate atmosphere.
We were, obviously, very nervous and they were the picture of tranquility. After a bit Steve said, "we're glad you all are interested in knowing more and we're both ready to help in any way we can. We'll be honest, you all are good friends, we like both a lot and would like to get to know you even better. What can we tell you"?
We cautiously asked our questions and they both did their best to calm our nerves and answer what we asked. I finally admitted that it was probably mostly me and that although I loved sex that I had no "group" experience and was not sure how well I would do with it.
Steve said, "sometimes it's best to stick with what you know. When people are new to the party scene, and trust me whether it is 4 or 40 involved, it's still a party, they participate, but only have sex with their own partner until they feel they are ready to join in with others". "let's just be ourselves, we know each other well so let's just act like it, let's dance a little make out some and just see where things go; just like the parties that you are used to - except - you're aware that there is the possibility of more.
Sounds good said Sharon and I agreed. Kathy put on some music and grabbed Steve's hand and they began to dance. We joined them and soon we were moving around the living room rubbing bellies and making out with our spouses. It was actually working pretty well for me because the sight of Steve and Kathy dancing together was a very erotic one indeed. He loomed over her and she really looked like a innocent beauty about to be consumed by a huge beast. As they danced Steve pulled her closer and the rear of her short sun dress rode up over her butt. She had a most luscious bubble-butt and it appeared as though she had no underwear on.
I pulled Sharon closer and slid my knee between her thighs, I whispered in her ear, "see I told you the sexy underwear weren't necessary" as I turned her where she could see Kathys naked butt. She bit down on my neck and said, "smart ass"! I grabbed Sharons ass and said, "no - great ass"; and Sharon, too, does have a great ass - the kind of ass that a husband can be proud of and that guys always take a second look at.
Steve danced Kathy back to their seat and sat down while she straddled and kissed him, She sat up and pulled her sun dress up her body and off, tossing it aside. She was totally nude. She was absolutely gorgeous! Better than I had dreamed. She was petite but perfectly proportioned, an hourglass figure, beautiful ass and larger breasts than I realized, not too big for her frame but I would guess a large "B" cup or small "C" cup, perfectly shaped and no sag. On her, they were perfect.
Sharon snapped me back to the present by whispering in my ear - "you're staring". "ain't we here to learn"? I asked. "Guess so", she answered and nuzzled my neck as we both looked on. Kathy slid down to the floor, she reached up and unbuckled Steves belt and pulled his jeans down and off as he pulled his shirt off. She leaned forward and grasped Steves cock with both hands. She covered the head of Steves cock with her mouth and began stoking him and licking his cock at the same time. It wasn't long until Steve was completely erect (so was I). She was totally absorbed in her worship of his cock as we were absorbed in watching her.
Meanwhile, Sharon was stroking me while we watched as Kathy climbed back up until she straddled Steves legs again, and slowly lowered her dripping pussy over the mushroom head of Steves cock we both held our breath while she slowly lowered herself onto him. inch by inch she slid down on him until she seemed to bottom out. Steve still had several inches of hard black cock outside of her when she began to rise up and then sink back down on his massive cock in a steady rhythm. We could hear her moans and murmurs of satisfaction from across the room. Sharon stood up in front of me and slowly mounted me in the "reverse-cowgirl" position and began copying the timing and movement of Kathy. It was almost as if I could feel Kathys pussy on me as she fucked Steve. It was breathtaking to watch her perfect white body rise and fall on his large black cock. The sounds of pleasure coming from Kathy added to the eroticism of the moment and made it even more spell-binding.
I realized that Kathys head had turned and she was watching us with a sly smile on her face. she stepped down with one foot and swung the other over Steve and stood. She walked around the table and towards us (she was even more beautiful in her full-frontal nudity) - her long blonde hair hanging over her shoulder and breast and she moved smoothly, like a dancer. As she stood in front of us, she placed a knee on our couch beside my thigh and leaned in and kissed me while Sharon watched. It was a deep tongue-searching french kiss that lingered for what seemed like minutes; as she pulled away she turned her face to Sharon and kissed her as well. I could see there tongues dancing in each others mouth. It was unreal, Sharon sitting on my cock and watching them kiss, I felt like I was in a dream.
Kathy stood taking Sharons hand, she led her around the table and to Steve. She held Sharons hand out to Steve and he took it as Sharon stepped forward, straddled Steve, grasped his cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy and began to slowly lower herself onto him.
Kathy returned to me and reached put her hand, I put my hand in hers and she said, "come on Gary, let's go to the bedroom where we can have some privacy. I rose and followed her to their candle-lit bedroom. Kathy lay back on the bed and pulled me down with her (not that it took a lot of effort). I began kissing her as I lay down half on top and half next to her, she rolled me over until she was on top and kissed her way down my body. As she kissed her way down, she switched her body around until we were in the 69 position with her on top.
She swallowed my cock like it has never been swallowed before and I was so inspired I tried my very best to give her the best head she had ever had. At the same time, from the other room, I could hear Sharons voice rising in a chant to her lover that was familiar yet different. She really did sound as though they were reaching new heights - Oh My God - I love your cock - Fuck me - Harder - Harder - Fuck Me!
Kathy soon reached an orgasm and proud to say, I had not and was still hard as a rock. She rolled over again and said, "Fuck me Gary - it's your turn now - Fuck me. I mounted her and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, We stayed that way for a moment and then pushed together until I was all of the way in her. I was pleasantly surprised to find the fit snug and wet. She was very turned on and the ******* flow to her sex caused a heat that was incredible. I began to stroke in and out of her with the intent to last and to leave her impressed. Somewhere during our fucking I became so into it that I lost track of the sounds from the next room and the next thing I knew I had picked up the pace and with Kathys legs locked around me and her hands on my ass, pulling me into her, and with my balls slapping against her ass we both came together in a mighty orgasm - the ******* rushed in my ears and I collapsed on top of her as we both breathed heavily as we recovered.
Kathy kissed my face and breathed words of happiness in my ear. "That was great Gary, I don't get head that often (I had noticed that Steve did not seem to be into oral sex) and I do love it, and you are great at it. And the feel of having all of my lovers cock in me as we fuck is a great turn on for me, you were great and I can't wait until we fuck again".
Her words weren't quite the same as Sharons homage to Steve but, to me, they were perfect and I told her so. Now a days, at my more advanced age, whenever I dwell on my long and busy sex life, Kathy is almost always the first memory to pop into my mind' a truly mind-blowing fuck with a beauty like her is a rare event.
After a bit, we joined the two in the living room. We sat, naked, and finished the bottle of wine as we basked in the afterglow of our love making. I began to think - this is just like a one-night stand - how do you now get dressed and go home - gracefully? And, are we done yet?
Finally, Steve said, "well, y'all got a little taste of swinging tonight, a little open then closed and a hint of girl girl action, but the party we're going to tomorrow is a "party - party" and as much fun as you are we can't be fucked out for that. So you got some stuff to think about, let's get together next weekend and talk about it.
We agreed, got dressed and our naked host and hostess walked us to the door where we all kissed, hugged and said our good nights.
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We were quiet on the short ride home, each lost in our own thoughts, I guess. I walked the babysitter home (she was a teen girl from two buildings down) while Sharon checked in on the girls. When I got back, the lights were dimmed and Sharon had changed into sweats and poured us both a glass of wine. She was sitting on the couch waiting for me. I sat down and picked up my glass, she raised hers and said, "To us" and smiled at me. I toasted back, clinked glasses and said, "To us". We both sipped and looked into each others eyes.
Sharon said, "Well, what do you think"? I thought for a few moments and said, "I cannot lie, I had a damned good time; it was, mostly, great, except for the awkwardness at the end, and I think that was just because we had to leave before I really felt as if we were finished. How about you? How'd you feel about everything".
"It was everything I thought is would be", Sharon said. "I really enjoyed the company and the sex, you're right in that it ended too quickly, I could've gone at least one more round", and she softly laughed.
"Yep, it did sound like you were enjoying yourself, and that kiss between Kathy and you - Wow, have you two - you know . . ." Sharon interrupted me, No - I was surprised as anyone else; She totally caught me by surprise, but she is so beautiful and I was caught up in the moment. I never even thought about it, I just went with the flow. And I did enjoy it - a lot. I asked, "would you . . ." I was searching for words and Sharon softly said, "yes" as she looked down at her glass.
She paused for a moment and said, "I think that would be more likely in an "open-swinging" situation and I don't think we've really experienced "open-swinging" yet; I think they purposely got us in different rooms to make us feel more comfortable. It worked, for me, after a few minutes I didn't pay any attention to what you two were doing at all". "Same for me", I said, "but I would like to try it both ways though, to see which I really prefer (the voyeur in me wanted to see too - but I didn't say that). I guess we can talk about that and any other questions we come up with with them next weekend".
We finished our wine and turned in for the night. We were in bed and done talking for the night but we both tossed and turned for a long time before I heard her slip into the soft breathing that a deep-sleep brings with it. I lay awake at least another hour before I slipped into my own deep-sleep.
I dreamed strange dreams. I dreamed that Steve was trying to steal my wife, what made it strange was my wife in the dream was Kathy and he was trying to get me to play cards for her; needless to say my sleep was fitful at best.
The next week was uneventful. I talked to Steve at work and we arranged to meet at their home on Saturday at 6PM and we were going to an Italian restaurant (most Italian restaurants in Germany are excellent restaurants). We planned to eat and then go back to Steve and Cathys house for night caps and talk.
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Sharon said, "Well, what do you think"? I thought for a few moments and said, "I cannot lie, I had a damned good time; it was, mostly, great, except for the awkwardness at the end, and I think that was just because we had to leave before I really felt as if we were finished. How about you? How'd you feel about everything".
"It was everything I thought is would be", Sharon said. "I really enjoyed the company and the sex, you're right in that it ended too quickly, I could've gone at least one more round", and she softly laughed.
"Yep, it did sound like you were enjoying yourself, and that kiss between Kathy and you - Wow, have you two - you know . . ." Sharon interrupted me, No - I was surprised as anyone else; She totally caught me by surprise, but she is so beautiful and I was caught up in the moment. I never even thought about it, I just went with the flow. And I did enjoy it - a lot. I asked, "would you . . ." I was searching for words and Sharon softly said, "yes" as she looked down at her glass.
She paused for a moment and said, "I think that would be more likely in an "open-swinging" situation and I don't think we've really experienced "open-swinging" yet; I think they purposely got us in different rooms to make us feel more comfortable. It worked, for me, after a few minutes I didn't pay any attention to what you two were doing at all". "Same for me", I said, "but I would like to try it both ways though, to see which I really prefer (the voyeur in me wanted to see too - but I didn't say that). I guess we can talk about that and any other questions we come up with with them next weekend".
We finished our wine and turned in for the night. We were in bed and done talking for the night but we both tossed and turned for a long time before I heard her slip into the soft breathing that a deep-sleep brings with it. I lay awake at least another hour before I slipped into my own deep-sleep.
I dreamed strange dreams. I dreamed that Steve was trying to steal my wife, what made it strange was my wife in the dream was Kathy and he was trying to get me to play cards for her; needless to say my sleep was fitful at best.
The next week was uneventful. I talked to Steve at work and we arranged to meet at their home on Saturday at 6PM and we were going to an Italian restaurant (most Italian restaurants in Germany are excellent restaurants). We planned to eat and then go back to Steve and Cathys house for night caps and talk.
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We had a great time at the restaurant. As they do in a lot of the old traditional Italian restaurants, they played out the "waiter vs kitchen drama". It is quite the show and it goes something like this: The waiter takes your order and is very helpful - he IS your friend. He takes the order to the kitchen and brings your drinks (in our case a bottle of Chianti). After he has you situated with your wine he disappears into the kitchen. He carries your appetizers out and begins setting them down - he suddenly stops and, looking at your food, and with great emotion, he goes "NO - this is not good enough, not for beautiful people like you! No the kitchen will not take advantage of my friends! (or words to that effect)", he takes your food back into the kitchen and you can hear him and the chef arguing in loud voices. In a few minutes he brings your new "improved" food to the table and serves you with a flourish, "Here, my friends, this is food worthy of you"!
Of course, the whole show is designed to make you tip generously because of the great service he has provided you. A tip I'm sure he splits with the chef. Anyway, it is great fun, and the food was good. Two bottles of wine later and some great food and we found ourselves walking down the cobblestones to Steves car. As we passed a shop the girls stopped at a window and ooohed and aaahed over some lingerie in the window; Steve said, "what's the point? You wouldn't have it on long enough to matter". The girls both swatted at him and Kathy said, but it still works and it makes us feel pretty - it's a girl-thang", in her best Georgia drawl.
We continued our journey and soon found ourselves climbing the steps to their apartment. Once inside, Steve broke out another bottle of wine and four glasses while Kathy lit some candles and we all got cozy in the living room. Steve broke the ice by saying, "we're sorry we kinda gave you the bum's rush the other night. We hadn't really planned to go where we did. We new we had limited time. We just got started and got carried away. It was very natural and we really enjoyed it, so we'd love another chance",
"Not a problem, we had a blast and we understand, it's just all new to us so we're learning as we go." I said, "we didn't really spend that much time in the same room and when we talked about it we kinda felt like that may be more our speed, so we'd like to try that the next time". Steve grinned, "my favorite too, I'm sure we'd be glad to help"
Kathy grabbed Sharons hand and said, "Come on, I want to show you something and they disappeared into the bedroom. Steve and I sat and drank wine and shot the bull for the next few minutes; and then we heard these sweet voices calling to us from the bedroom - they quietly called in harmony, "boys - can you come here, please"? We looked at each other, got up and went to the bedroom doorway.
The girls sat in the bed, Kathy leaned against the headboard and Sharon lay back against her. The both had lingerie on. Well at least Kathy had lingerie on, Sharon had on a see though baby doll top (which was probably the only thing of Kathy's that would fit her). Sharons arms extended back and above her head and cradeled Kathys face in her hands. Kathys hands were under Sharons top and cupped both of her breasts. They smiled at us and Kathy said, "doesn't the lingerie make us look pretty"? We stood there like two goofy farm boys with stupid grins on our faces.
Kathy said, "feel free to get naked and join us boys", and she kissed the side of Sharons neck and her ear lobe as her hands stroked lightly along Sharons body, along her breasts and her finely trimmed bush. Sharon turned her face into Kathys and their lips met in a slow-deep kiss. We watched as we stripped off our clothes.
Sharon continued to turn until they were face to face in the missionary position, locked together mouth to mouth and breast to breast. Sharon slowly kissed down Kathys body until she reached her pussy and there she stayed. I've heard that a woman knows best how to please a woman and I would say, based on Kathys reaction - that would be another rumor confirmed. Kathy had her fingers intertwined in Sharons hair and was moaning in satisfaction. Sharon moved from a laying position to having her ass in a high and ready position. She looked back over her shoulder and said, Somebody, please fuck me - now, and went back to working on Kathy.
Steve moving forward between Sharons feet and placed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. He moved it up and down as he used Sharons natural lube to prepare for penetration. For once, I had the perfect position to watch this happen. I knelt beside her and stroked her body as Steve slowly and steadily pushed his huge cock into her. He was about half way in when he began stroking in and out of her; each time he pushed in, it was a little deeper. Sharon moaned in ******* and ground her pussy back into him. I was surprised to see his balls slap against her clit as she was able to take all of him. About the time I was thinking it couldn't get much better than this, I felt Kathys hand on my hard cock. She pulled me to her and sucked my cock into her mouth. As I caressed both womens bodies, Karen licked and sucked my cock and balls as she stroked my body. Meanwhile Steve kept up a steady rhythm as he fucked Sharon. He held her ass with both hands as he pounded away. Each time he pulled his black cock out of her soaked pussy, it looked as if he was turning her inside out as his girth caused the sheath of her pussy to cling to his cock; it must have been an incredible sensation for both of them.
We worked harder and faster until we were at a fever pitch. Kathy began to moan and writhe around as she obviously had a huge orgasm; hers was the spark that brought us all to a climax as we all moaned, groaned and collapsed into an orgasmic heap. As we lay there gasping for breath, I heard Sharon say in a small voice, "yep, I like open-swinging - a lot".
We stayed there a while longer and this time we were worn out by the time we left for home. After a short rest period we ended up fucking again, this time with us guys laying on our backs while the girls rode us to their, and our, satisfaction. After another rest, Sharon and Steve got up and went into the living room and Kathy went to the bathroom, as she left she told me, "I'll be back in a few. I guess I dozed for a moment because I woke with Kathy kissing me. We began a slow and gentle session of kissing, holding each other and stroking each others bodies. We could hear Sharon and Steve in the living room going at it hot and heavy again but we were operating at our own pace and in no hurry. When we did fuck again, it was more of a love-making session than anything else. I'll never forget as I loomed over her, almost in a pushup position (I didn't want to crush her) and looked down at her with her long blonde hair splayed on the sheets and her beautiful blue eyes looking into my soul, I slowly penetrated her with my hard cock and as her eyes widened, I thought she was the most gorgeous female I had ever seen in my life.
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Of course, the whole show is designed to make you tip generously because of the great service he has provided you. A tip I'm sure he splits with the chef. Anyway, it is great fun, and the food was good. Two bottles of wine later and some great food and we found ourselves walking down the cobblestones to Steves car. As we passed a shop the girls stopped at a window and ooohed and aaahed over some lingerie in the window; Steve said, "what's the point? You wouldn't have it on long enough to matter". The girls both swatted at him and Kathy said, but it still works and it makes us feel pretty - it's a girl-thang", in her best Georgia drawl.
We continued our journey and soon found ourselves climbing the steps to their apartment. Once inside, Steve broke out another bottle of wine and four glasses while Kathy lit some candles and we all got cozy in the living room. Steve broke the ice by saying, "we're sorry we kinda gave you the bum's rush the other night. We hadn't really planned to go where we did. We new we had limited time. We just got started and got carried away. It was very natural and we really enjoyed it, so we'd love another chance",
"Not a problem, we had a blast and we understand, it's just all new to us so we're learning as we go." I said, "we didn't really spend that much time in the same room and when we talked about it we kinda felt like that may be more our speed, so we'd like to try that the next time". Steve grinned, "my favorite too, I'm sure we'd be glad to help"
Kathy grabbed Sharons hand and said, "Come on, I want to show you something and they disappeared into the bedroom. Steve and I sat and drank wine and shot the bull for the next few minutes; and then we heard these sweet voices calling to us from the bedroom - they quietly called in harmony, "boys - can you come here, please"? We looked at each other, got up and went to the bedroom doorway.
The girls sat in the bed, Kathy leaned against the headboard and Sharon lay back against her. The both had lingerie on. Well at least Kathy had lingerie on, Sharon had on a see though baby doll top (which was probably the only thing of Kathy's that would fit her). Sharons arms extended back and above her head and cradeled Kathys face in her hands. Kathys hands were under Sharons top and cupped both of her breasts. They smiled at us and Kathy said, "doesn't the lingerie make us look pretty"? We stood there like two goofy farm boys with stupid grins on our faces.
Kathy said, "feel free to get naked and join us boys", and she kissed the side of Sharons neck and her ear lobe as her hands stroked lightly along Sharons body, along her breasts and her finely trimmed bush. Sharon turned her face into Kathys and their lips met in a slow-deep kiss. We watched as we stripped off our clothes.
Sharon continued to turn until they were face to face in the missionary position, locked together mouth to mouth and breast to breast. Sharon slowly kissed down Kathys body until she reached her pussy and there she stayed. I've heard that a woman knows best how to please a woman and I would say, based on Kathys reaction - that would be another rumor confirmed. Kathy had her fingers intertwined in Sharons hair and was moaning in satisfaction. Sharon moved from a laying position to having her ass in a high and ready position. She looked back over her shoulder and said, Somebody, please fuck me - now, and went back to working on Kathy.
Steve moving forward between Sharons feet and placed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. He moved it up and down as he used Sharons natural lube to prepare for penetration. For once, I had the perfect position to watch this happen. I knelt beside her and stroked her body as Steve slowly and steadily pushed his huge cock into her. He was about half way in when he began stroking in and out of her; each time he pushed in, it was a little deeper. Sharon moaned in ******* and ground her pussy back into him. I was surprised to see his balls slap against her clit as she was able to take all of him. About the time I was thinking it couldn't get much better than this, I felt Kathys hand on my hard cock. She pulled me to her and sucked my cock into her mouth. As I caressed both womens bodies, Karen licked and sucked my cock and balls as she stroked my body. Meanwhile Steve kept up a steady rhythm as he fucked Sharon. He held her ass with both hands as he pounded away. Each time he pulled his black cock out of her soaked pussy, it looked as if he was turning her inside out as his girth caused the sheath of her pussy to cling to his cock; it must have been an incredible sensation for both of them.
We worked harder and faster until we were at a fever pitch. Kathy began to moan and writhe around as she obviously had a huge orgasm; hers was the spark that brought us all to a climax as we all moaned, groaned and collapsed into an orgasmic heap. As we lay there gasping for breath, I heard Sharon say in a small voice, "yep, I like open-swinging - a lot".
We stayed there a while longer and this time we were worn out by the time we left for home. After a short rest period we ended up fucking again, this time with us guys laying on our backs while the girls rode us to their, and our, satisfaction. After another rest, Sharon and Steve got up and went into the living room and Kathy went to the bathroom, as she left she told me, "I'll be back in a few. I guess I dozed for a moment because I woke with Kathy kissing me. We began a slow and gentle session of kissing, holding each other and stroking each others bodies. We could hear Sharon and Steve in the living room going at it hot and heavy again but we were operating at our own pace and in no hurry. When we did fuck again, it was more of a love-making session than anything else. I'll never forget as I loomed over her, almost in a pushup position (I didn't want to crush her) and looked down at her with her long blonde hair splayed on the sheets and her beautiful blue eyes looking into my soul, I slowly penetrated her with my hard cock and as her eyes widened, I thought she was the most gorgeous female I had ever seen in my life.
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I was digging in the"archives" this past week for old photos. I had some good luck on my more recent ladies (which I will use in future stories), but not so much with the ones from long-ago, but I'm still looking. I did find this old Polaroid (which I scanned) of Kathy. I think this was before we left for a party and I took a Polaroid of Kathy and Sharon in their "party-dresses". As I did with the photos I used before, I chose a famous person that looks somewhat like them to be the face and put it over the actual persons face to protect their identity. This time the face is Joey Heatherton and the body is Kathy. She did look a little like Joey but I think Kathy was a little "softer" in appearance and definitely younger - LOL. I think it makes reading a story so much better when you have an image to put with a name.
I will write more this weekend.
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Our foursome became a regular thing and we did enjoy each others company. We also still socialized "normally" as well, playing cards and so forth. After a couple of months Steve and I was sitting around, talking, after playing cards and the conversation turned to swinging.
I asked, "what got you all into swinging to begin with"? Steve grinned and said, "Kathy, plain and simple - I know that it may seem unusual for a black man to be involved in this. I mean, I always thought it was a "white-thing", and I wasn't far off. Since we've been involved, I've only ran into a hand-full of black swingers". Steve laughed, "Don't get me wrong, black men like group sex, but it's usually two dudes, or more, with one white female".
"Really", I said, "a menage a trois is that popular"? "Oh yeah", he said, "seems to be a favorite fantasy of white women and black men both. I'm surprised that Sharon hasn't brought it up, ask her, I'll bet you a case of beer that she has fantasized about it herself".
I laughed, and said, "I'll make sure I do that. Another question - You have mentioned several times that you all are attending group "parties"; How did you find this group and who/where are they"? Steve thought for a minute and said, "There is a couple that we used to party with at Benning who told us about the group and got us an invite. As to who, I can't tell you man, that's part of the deal. You have to be invited and we're sworn to secrecy. "I'm sorry, man, You are my best friend, but you have to appreciate that I am sticking by my word by not talking, This is a very sensitive group of people, it would be a real mess if they were exposed".
"I see, I said, Well thanks for your honesty Steve and I do understand, Sharon and I were talking about it and thought it might be interesting to try a larger group and see what goes on there. So, I thought I would ask". "No sweat", "he said, if you want I will check into getting you all an invite, but no guarantee, it's not up to us".
When Sharon and I were back at our place, I told her about Steve and my conversation. At first she was kind of miffed (she doesn't deal well with rejection) but I finally soothed her bruised ego. I then told her about our conversation about the threesome fantasy and asked if it was a fantasy that she had used. She blushed a little and said, "Yes, on more than one occasion. I would say he is probably right about it being one of the more popular fantasies, especially an interracial threesome that is MFM". "We've done several versions of a threesome with Steve and Kathy, but the real fantasy is two well-hung black guys and me - it's very exciting, in fact - just talking about it has me all fired up", as she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom.
The next week I saw Steve at lunch and confirmed to him that he was spot-on. I told him I had no objection to making her fantasy come true but I wasn't sure who I could get to pull it off and if they even knew what they were doing, or if they would blab it all over the place.
Steve thought for a minute and finally leaned forward and in a low voice said, "my little-brother will be visiting weekend after next. We have double-teamed more than one white-girl and trust me, we know what we're doing. If you're interested, I'll talk to him about it and let you know" I asked, "am I gonna be able to watch? And what about Kathy"? He said, "I'll have to talk to all concerned but I don't see a problem with you watching. As far as Kathy is concerned, she won't be there. She's funny about being involved with any kind of sex-activity with my brother there - she just won't do it".
I saw Steve again at the end of the week and he confirmed the we would be good on Saturday evening a week later. I wanted to make it a surprise so we agreed to make plans the next week for Saturday.
Next - a fantasy comes true . . .
I asked, "what got you all into swinging to begin with"? Steve grinned and said, "Kathy, plain and simple - I know that it may seem unusual for a black man to be involved in this. I mean, I always thought it was a "white-thing", and I wasn't far off. Since we've been involved, I've only ran into a hand-full of black swingers". Steve laughed, "Don't get me wrong, black men like group sex, but it's usually two dudes, or more, with one white female".
"Really", I said, "a menage a trois is that popular"? "Oh yeah", he said, "seems to be a favorite fantasy of white women and black men both. I'm surprised that Sharon hasn't brought it up, ask her, I'll bet you a case of beer that she has fantasized about it herself".
I laughed, and said, "I'll make sure I do that. Another question - You have mentioned several times that you all are attending group "parties"; How did you find this group and who/where are they"? Steve thought for a minute and said, "There is a couple that we used to party with at Benning who told us about the group and got us an invite. As to who, I can't tell you man, that's part of the deal. You have to be invited and we're sworn to secrecy. "I'm sorry, man, You are my best friend, but you have to appreciate that I am sticking by my word by not talking, This is a very sensitive group of people, it would be a real mess if they were exposed".
"I see, I said, Well thanks for your honesty Steve and I do understand, Sharon and I were talking about it and thought it might be interesting to try a larger group and see what goes on there. So, I thought I would ask". "No sweat", "he said, if you want I will check into getting you all an invite, but no guarantee, it's not up to us".
When Sharon and I were back at our place, I told her about Steve and my conversation. At first she was kind of miffed (she doesn't deal well with rejection) but I finally soothed her bruised ego. I then told her about our conversation about the threesome fantasy and asked if it was a fantasy that she had used. She blushed a little and said, "Yes, on more than one occasion. I would say he is probably right about it being one of the more popular fantasies, especially an interracial threesome that is MFM". "We've done several versions of a threesome with Steve and Kathy, but the real fantasy is two well-hung black guys and me - it's very exciting, in fact - just talking about it has me all fired up", as she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom.
The next week I saw Steve at lunch and confirmed to him that he was spot-on. I told him I had no objection to making her fantasy come true but I wasn't sure who I could get to pull it off and if they even knew what they were doing, or if they would blab it all over the place.
Steve thought for a minute and finally leaned forward and in a low voice said, "my little-brother will be visiting weekend after next. We have double-teamed more than one white-girl and trust me, we know what we're doing. If you're interested, I'll talk to him about it and let you know" I asked, "am I gonna be able to watch? And what about Kathy"? He said, "I'll have to talk to all concerned but I don't see a problem with you watching. As far as Kathy is concerned, she won't be there. She's funny about being involved with any kind of sex-activity with my brother there - she just won't do it".
I saw Steve again at the end of the week and he confirmed the we would be good on Saturday evening a week later. I wanted to make it a surprise so we agreed to make plans the next week for Saturday.
Next - a fantasy comes true . . .
slooowhand
Male
Saturday found Sharon cleaning and me as the official assistant to the head cleaning lady (Sharon loved bossing me around and seeing me doing domestic chores). We were expecting Steve, Kathy and Steves brother Carl that evening, at least that was what Sharon had been told. When Steve and I made arrangements we decided that we would plan a little get-together (not supposed to be a sexual one either), but only Steve and Carl would show up and Kathy would send apologies and claim to have a migraine. Anyway, Sharon insisted that the place be spic and span any time visitors were coming.
I talked Sharon into having the girls stay over with our setter so everyone could ******* and let their hair down without grossing out the small people (not that it was difficult to get Mom to take an evening off). I would take the girls to the setter about 6PM and our company was scheduled to show at 7PM.
The stage was set . . .
After the cleaning frenzy was over and we got our showers and were getting dressed, I convinced Sharon to really get decked out by telling her since we've never met Steves little brother we should make a good first impression. She outdid what, even I, expected. She put on hose and a garter belt, a lacy bra and spike heels all in black (when she wore this outfit - no panties). Over that she wore the "little black dress" - If black is beautiful, she couldn't get much better looking.
NOW - the stage was really set . . .
I have to admit that this had been very exciting, planning the seduction of my wife by two black studs. It was with great anticipation that I looked forward to the evenings activities.
I was helping Sharon make some snacks when the door bell rang, just after 7PM. I went to the door as Sharon was finishing up the snack tray. When I opened the door I was met by the mighty Steve who was dwarfed by his little brother. He may have been younger, but he damned sure wasn't "little"! Steve is huge but this guy was about 2 inches taller and 20 lbs heavier; you could tell they were brothers as they were both blessed with the same rugged good looks. Carl handed me a bottle of wine (a German custom - to bring a gift of booze) and Steve handed me some flowers and said, "some flowers for you sweetheart", and acted like he was going to kiss me. He then said, "actually those are for Sharon" as I pushed him off.
As I showed them into the living room, I asked, "where's Kathy"? Making sure I was loud enough for Sharon to hear. Steve replied, "Sorry man, she's got a migraine and just wants to be alone in the dark with total quiet". "I figured we would come ahead so you all could meet Carl and we could get out of Kathy's hair - hope that's ok". "Oh yeah, not a problem, we'll miss her but we're troopers man, we gotta carry on". I took the wine and flowers into the kitchen and gave them to Sharon. "Kathys got a migraine and stayed home", I said. "I heard, that's too bad - but I guess I can entertain the troops by myself", she said with a saucy little wink.
I returned to the living room and stood at the bar making drinks; both of the guys were drinking mixed drinks, as was Sharon and I, so I yelled back for Sharon to chill the wine for later. She answered with a "Got it". A couple of minutes later she came out carrying the tray and placed it on the coffee table. Steve whistled loudly when he first saw her and said, "Damn Girl, you look hotter-n-hell tonight", and stood up and gave her a big hug. He turned to his brother and said, "this is my little brother, Carl". Carl, too, wrapped his arms around her, dwarfing her, and hugged her. Sharon just looked up at him and said, "my, your a big one".
We sat around, eating cheese, crackers and fruit and talking about assignments, Germany in general and Munich in specific (we were going to have to go to Munich pretty soon to register our youngest with the consulate as an American baby born abroad of American parents - a citizenship thing).
After awhile, I asked if they wanted to play cards or something. Steve replied that he'd rather dance and suggested that we turn the background music up a little and if Sharon would grace him with her beauty and grace, they could dance, he then laughed and said, "you and Carl can dance, if you wanna" - "no thanks", I relied - everyone laughed as I got up to turn the music up. Of course, this had all been pre-arranged.
While I was at it, I turned the overhead lights out which left only the end table lights and night lights on. I had already turned both end table lights to their lowest setting (they were 3-ways). In the meantime, Steve had kicked his shoes off and had taken Sharon (who chose to keep her shoes on for the height advantage) by the hand and moved to our dancing area between the dining area and the living area and wrapped her up in his bear-hug, resting his hands on the top of her ass; Sharon wrapped both arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest as they swayed to the music.
Carl and I pretended to make small-talk but what we were really doing was watching the dancers, who seemed to be snuggling ever closer to one another as they danced. They danced to several songs and their movements became steadily more sensual as they danced; Steve had his leg pushed firmly between Sharons thighs and was now holding her ass with both hands. Sharon was stroking the back of his head and neck and pressing her breasts firmly into his chest occasionally, she would look up and gaze into his eyes.
Carl said (in a low-voice), "man you got a beautiful and sexy woman, I can hardly wait to get my hands on her". "I know", I said. "Times wasting Carl, I do believe it's your turn". He grinned and got up and went over and cut in on Steve. Sharon smiled up at him and flowed gracefully into his arms; as for Carl he did not waste any time, he did not start over but, rather, took up where Steve left off, hands on the ass and leg between the thighs.
Steve walked over and picked up his *******, he smiled down at me and said, quietly, "I would say so far - so good. I'm going to give Carl a couple of warmup dances and then we're going to crank her up - is everything still good with you man"? I smiled up at him and told him that it was all good.
After a couple of dances, Steve went back and cut in on Carl. Sharon, by now, was flushed and a little giddy, she turned and with a little giggle, she went into Steves arms. As soon as she turned away, Carl pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on a nearby chair. He was now bare chested. And an impressive bare chest it was, both he and Steve were "Gym-rats" and lifted weights regularly and they had the abs, pecs and all of the rest to show for it.
He stepped back up and instead of tapping Steves shoulder he tapped Sharons shoulder, she turned around, confused, and I heard a quick gasp of a sudden intake of breath as she hesitated and then reached out and put her arms around his neck and melted into his chest. As soon as she turned, Steve lost his shirt the same as Carl. These two guys were a very impressive sight, indeed.
Carl danced Sharon backward until her body met with Steves and then the three of them pressed closely together and swayed to the music. Steve reached down and took hold of each side of Sharons little black dress and slowly drew it up and off of her body; it gathered her hair as he raised it and when it cleared her her hair cascaded back down over them in a very sexy look. They flowed back together and what a sight it was, this gorgeous long-legged, pale-skinned beauty clad only in bra, garter belt, stockings and spike heels sandwiched between these two dark-skinned, hard-bodied soldiers whose muscles glistened in the soft light as they stroked her body with their hands.
I saw absolutely no resistance or reluctance on Sharons part, I had worried a little about how she might feel about me just hanging out as an observer, but I don't even think she knew I was in the room.
Carl reached around and cupped both globes of her ass with his massive hands as he leaned down and kissed her lips in a soulful deep french kiss; Steve unsnapped her bra and as it fell away her breasts stood firm and proud with hard nipples pointing upward and begging to be kissed. Steve slipped his hands around to lift and hold her breasts as he rolled her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Carl moved down and sucked one nipple into his mouth as his other hand covered the other breast and assumed Steves manipulation of the nipple.
At the same time, Steve slid his hands down her body along her sides and around and onto her pubic mound, where he seperated the lips of her sex and stroked her clitoris. He stood back and slipped his jeans off and kicked them to the side. He was now naked and semi-erect. He moved back against Sharon, placing his cock between her ass cheeks as he did. He once again cupped her breasts and began kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. Sharon moaned and leaned back into him and turned her face to his and kissed him. Carl stepped back and quickly stripped. Carl, too, was semi-erect and had an impressive cock. Like Steve he was a couple of inches longer than me but he was not blessed with Steves girth; he was about the same as me in girth, just longer. As he moved back to her she grasped his cock in her hand (her other hand was already busy stroking Steve to a full erection).
We had a large ottoman as part of our furniture and it was close by the dance area, they maneuvered Sharon to the ottoman and got her on all fours on it; I was sitting (quietly) close by and could see everything. Steve fed his hard cock to Sharon and she licked and sucked it from the tip to his balls; Carl stepped up and grasped her beautiful ass with both hands. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips and I could see that it quickly became wet from her copious juices. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed forward, sliding easily and completely into her in one thrust, Sharon moaned around Steves cock and Carl groaned as I'm sure Sharon was working her kegle exercise magic on his cock. Things seemed to stop for a moment and then they began a new dance, a dance where they moved together towards a common goal.
The brothers displayed a stamina unknown to me (especially in this highly-charged sexual situation). They fucked her with perfect rhythm taking her to peak after peak, on which she orgasmed over and over and then they took it up to another level at which it looked like Sharon kind of lost her mind and had one continuous orgasm which lasted for several minutes. Her orgasm triggered theirs and they all came together - What a sight! These two black men that looked chiseled from stone, with a beautiful white woman appearing to be suspended on their cocks, wedged between them, all of their bodies glistening with sweat and glowing in the dim-lit room as they climaxed together.
I realized that I had cum in my pants and had not even touched myself. The whole room was so sexually charged it felt like it was pulsing.
Sharon, being the trooper she was, had swallowed every drop of Steves cum and it looked like he came forever. As they pulled back she rose up to her knees and leaned back against Carl and said, "Oh my God - that was like nothing I've ever experienced before". She stepped down with one foot and started to get up; Carl scooped her up like a rag doll and headed for the bedroom, Steve took a step towards the bedroom and looked back at me and said, "You coming"?
No - It wasn't over - yet . . .
I talked Sharon into having the girls stay over with our setter so everyone could ******* and let their hair down without grossing out the small people (not that it was difficult to get Mom to take an evening off). I would take the girls to the setter about 6PM and our company was scheduled to show at 7PM.
The stage was set . . .
After the cleaning frenzy was over and we got our showers and were getting dressed, I convinced Sharon to really get decked out by telling her since we've never met Steves little brother we should make a good first impression. She outdid what, even I, expected. She put on hose and a garter belt, a lacy bra and spike heels all in black (when she wore this outfit - no panties). Over that she wore the "little black dress" - If black is beautiful, she couldn't get much better looking.
NOW - the stage was really set . . .
I have to admit that this had been very exciting, planning the seduction of my wife by two black studs. It was with great anticipation that I looked forward to the evenings activities.
I was helping Sharon make some snacks when the door bell rang, just after 7PM. I went to the door as Sharon was finishing up the snack tray. When I opened the door I was met by the mighty Steve who was dwarfed by his little brother. He may have been younger, but he damned sure wasn't "little"! Steve is huge but this guy was about 2 inches taller and 20 lbs heavier; you could tell they were brothers as they were both blessed with the same rugged good looks. Carl handed me a bottle of wine (a German custom - to bring a gift of booze) and Steve handed me some flowers and said, "some flowers for you sweetheart", and acted like he was going to kiss me. He then said, "actually those are for Sharon" as I pushed him off.
As I showed them into the living room, I asked, "where's Kathy"? Making sure I was loud enough for Sharon to hear. Steve replied, "Sorry man, she's got a migraine and just wants to be alone in the dark with total quiet". "I figured we would come ahead so you all could meet Carl and we could get out of Kathy's hair - hope that's ok". "Oh yeah, not a problem, we'll miss her but we're troopers man, we gotta carry on". I took the wine and flowers into the kitchen and gave them to Sharon. "Kathys got a migraine and stayed home", I said. "I heard, that's too bad - but I guess I can entertain the troops by myself", she said with a saucy little wink.
I returned to the living room and stood at the bar making drinks; both of the guys were drinking mixed drinks, as was Sharon and I, so I yelled back for Sharon to chill the wine for later. She answered with a "Got it". A couple of minutes later she came out carrying the tray and placed it on the coffee table. Steve whistled loudly when he first saw her and said, "Damn Girl, you look hotter-n-hell tonight", and stood up and gave her a big hug. He turned to his brother and said, "this is my little brother, Carl". Carl, too, wrapped his arms around her, dwarfing her, and hugged her. Sharon just looked up at him and said, "my, your a big one".
We sat around, eating cheese, crackers and fruit and talking about assignments, Germany in general and Munich in specific (we were going to have to go to Munich pretty soon to register our youngest with the consulate as an American baby born abroad of American parents - a citizenship thing).
After awhile, I asked if they wanted to play cards or something. Steve replied that he'd rather dance and suggested that we turn the background music up a little and if Sharon would grace him with her beauty and grace, they could dance, he then laughed and said, "you and Carl can dance, if you wanna" - "no thanks", I relied - everyone laughed as I got up to turn the music up. Of course, this had all been pre-arranged.
While I was at it, I turned the overhead lights out which left only the end table lights and night lights on. I had already turned both end table lights to their lowest setting (they were 3-ways). In the meantime, Steve had kicked his shoes off and had taken Sharon (who chose to keep her shoes on for the height advantage) by the hand and moved to our dancing area between the dining area and the living area and wrapped her up in his bear-hug, resting his hands on the top of her ass; Sharon wrapped both arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest as they swayed to the music.
Carl and I pretended to make small-talk but what we were really doing was watching the dancers, who seemed to be snuggling ever closer to one another as they danced. They danced to several songs and their movements became steadily more sensual as they danced; Steve had his leg pushed firmly between Sharons thighs and was now holding her ass with both hands. Sharon was stroking the back of his head and neck and pressing her breasts firmly into his chest occasionally, she would look up and gaze into his eyes.
Carl said (in a low-voice), "man you got a beautiful and sexy woman, I can hardly wait to get my hands on her". "I know", I said. "Times wasting Carl, I do believe it's your turn". He grinned and got up and went over and cut in on Steve. Sharon smiled up at him and flowed gracefully into his arms; as for Carl he did not waste any time, he did not start over but, rather, took up where Steve left off, hands on the ass and leg between the thighs.
Steve walked over and picked up his *******, he smiled down at me and said, quietly, "I would say so far - so good. I'm going to give Carl a couple of warmup dances and then we're going to crank her up - is everything still good with you man"? I smiled up at him and told him that it was all good.
After a couple of dances, Steve went back and cut in on Carl. Sharon, by now, was flushed and a little giddy, she turned and with a little giggle, she went into Steves arms. As soon as she turned away, Carl pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on a nearby chair. He was now bare chested. And an impressive bare chest it was, both he and Steve were "Gym-rats" and lifted weights regularly and they had the abs, pecs and all of the rest to show for it.
He stepped back up and instead of tapping Steves shoulder he tapped Sharons shoulder, she turned around, confused, and I heard a quick gasp of a sudden intake of breath as she hesitated and then reached out and put her arms around his neck and melted into his chest. As soon as she turned, Steve lost his shirt the same as Carl. These two guys were a very impressive sight, indeed.
Carl danced Sharon backward until her body met with Steves and then the three of them pressed closely together and swayed to the music. Steve reached down and took hold of each side of Sharons little black dress and slowly drew it up and off of her body; it gathered her hair as he raised it and when it cleared her her hair cascaded back down over them in a very sexy look. They flowed back together and what a sight it was, this gorgeous long-legged, pale-skinned beauty clad only in bra, garter belt, stockings and spike heels sandwiched between these two dark-skinned, hard-bodied soldiers whose muscles glistened in the soft light as they stroked her body with their hands.
I saw absolutely no resistance or reluctance on Sharons part, I had worried a little about how she might feel about me just hanging out as an observer, but I don't even think she knew I was in the room.
Carl reached around and cupped both globes of her ass with his massive hands as he leaned down and kissed her lips in a soulful deep french kiss; Steve unsnapped her bra and as it fell away her breasts stood firm and proud with hard nipples pointing upward and begging to be kissed. Steve slipped his hands around to lift and hold her breasts as he rolled her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Carl moved down and sucked one nipple into his mouth as his other hand covered the other breast and assumed Steves manipulation of the nipple.
At the same time, Steve slid his hands down her body along her sides and around and onto her pubic mound, where he seperated the lips of her sex and stroked her clitoris. He stood back and slipped his jeans off and kicked them to the side. He was now naked and semi-erect. He moved back against Sharon, placing his cock between her ass cheeks as he did. He once again cupped her breasts and began kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. Sharon moaned and leaned back into him and turned her face to his and kissed him. Carl stepped back and quickly stripped. Carl, too, was semi-erect and had an impressive cock. Like Steve he was a couple of inches longer than me but he was not blessed with Steves girth; he was about the same as me in girth, just longer. As he moved back to her she grasped his cock in her hand (her other hand was already busy stroking Steve to a full erection).
We had a large ottoman as part of our furniture and it was close by the dance area, they maneuvered Sharon to the ottoman and got her on all fours on it; I was sitting (quietly) close by and could see everything. Steve fed his hard cock to Sharon and she licked and sucked it from the tip to his balls; Carl stepped up and grasped her beautiful ass with both hands. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips and I could see that it quickly became wet from her copious juices. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed forward, sliding easily and completely into her in one thrust, Sharon moaned around Steves cock and Carl groaned as I'm sure Sharon was working her kegle exercise magic on his cock. Things seemed to stop for a moment and then they began a new dance, a dance where they moved together towards a common goal.
The brothers displayed a stamina unknown to me (especially in this highly-charged sexual situation). They fucked her with perfect rhythm taking her to peak after peak, on which she orgasmed over and over and then they took it up to another level at which it looked like Sharon kind of lost her mind and had one continuous orgasm which lasted for several minutes. Her orgasm triggered theirs and they all came together - What a sight! These two black men that looked chiseled from stone, with a beautiful white woman appearing to be suspended on their cocks, wedged between them, all of their bodies glistening with sweat and glowing in the dim-lit room as they climaxed together.
I realized that I had cum in my pants and had not even touched myself. The whole room was so sexually charged it felt like it was pulsing.
Sharon, being the trooper she was, had swallowed every drop of Steves cum and it looked like he came forever. As they pulled back she rose up to her knees and leaned back against Carl and said, "Oh my God - that was like nothing I've ever experienced before". She stepped down with one foot and started to get up; Carl scooped her up like a rag doll and headed for the bedroom, Steve took a step towards the bedroom and looked back at me and said, "You coming"?
No - It wasn't over - yet . . .
slooowhand
Male
I got up and followed Steve to the bedroom. Carl lay on his back and Sharon knelt between his legs as she stroked his cock with one hand and his balls with the other and sucked feverishly on his cock as she brought him back to a full erection. Steve was stroking his still firm cock as he crawled onto the bed on his knees and inserted the head of his cock into Sharons well-lubricated pussy. Steve had little trouble sinking all the way into her with his first thrust. As Steve began to stroke in and out of her,, she ground her ass against him and jacked Carls cock vigorously while trying to get as much of him in her throat as possible.
I've never seen Sharon so sexually charged and into it as she was with the two of them. She sucked and slurped on Carl and humped back on Steve with total abandon; it looked almost as though she was doing what the ******* today call twerking on his huge erection. meanwhile Steve had quit moving and allowed her to do the fucking. Carl slid out from beneath her and moved her until she was side ways on the bed with her head hanging off the side. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and began slowly stroking into her as he fucked deeper into her throat with each thrust; he was encouraging her to take more and telling her how to breath and swallow until she was deep throating his entire cock. Meanwhile, Steve mounted her missionary-style; once again, he was balls-deep in her and beginning to thrust vigorously as she wrapped her long legs around him, locking her heels behind his back. I never in my wildest dreams had ever imagined my wife could be such a sexual dynamo. She was a fucking and sucking machine lost in her own lust and doing her best to bring both of these dark studs to a thundering orgasm.
I sat in an overstuffed chair to the side and stroked my cock as I watched her have orgasm after orgasm under the constant cock-barrage from the two brothers. Once again, after many minutes of serious fucking and sucking they all collapsed into an exhausted pile of black and white, orgasmic flesh. I came with them in a display of my appreciation.
After I caught my breath, I retrieved some towels and tossed them each one to wipe their sweaty bodies - all three looked like they had run a marathon. After toweling off they lay on the bed recovering. Sharon was sandwiched in the middle. Sharon had a cock in each hand which she lazily fondled as they kissed her and stroked her body.
After a while Steve said something I couldn't hear to Sharon, she thought for a few moments and then shook her head yes. Steve and Carl rolled over on their sides and started kissing on Sharon. Steve was deep kissing her as he rubbed her clitoris. Carl sucked on one breast while massaging the other. After a few minutes Steve rolled onto his back and looked at Sharon and said, "climb on Baby".
Sharon swung one leg over Steve and reached between them grasping his erection and slowly began lowering herself onto him. After a few strokes she had most of Steves cock in her pussy; she leaned over and opened the drawer to the night stand and retrieved a tube of KY jelly and handed it to Carl and then leaned forward until her breasts rested on Steves chest and began kissing him. Carl applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and then a glob to Sharons ass. He tossed the tube aside and positioned himself where the head of his cock was at Sharons anus, I was surprised at this turn of events because anal-sex is not one of Sharons favorites. We had done it a handful of times and although she seem to enjoy it ok, it was not something she ever asked for.
Carl began to slowly press slowly forward and Sharon made a little noise indicating that it hurt. He was patient and eased up and then slowly pressed forward and the head of his cock popped into her. He held that position for a short while and then pressed forward, eased up, pressed forward and eased up until his cock was buried in her ass. Carl grabbed her ass with both hands and then pulled his cock almost out and then back again. He and Steve alternated strokes moving slowly and sensuously and Sharon began to moan in pleasure. They kept it up for several minutes, sawing in and out of her, and Sharons moans grew louder and more primal as they fucked her. They too were groaning and vocalizing how good it felt and how beautiful she was; they worked themselves to a fever pitch and then began stroking in and out of Sharon at the same time, really thrusting into her with all they had. Sharon came first, followed soon after by Carl grunted loudly as he pumped stream after stream into her anus. Carl collapsed forward onto Sharons back as she moaned and moaned in orgasm. Steve grabbed her hips and began fucking up into her like a madman; he fucked her with a jack hammer speed until he grunted loudly and came and came and came.
Carl and Sharon rolled off of Steve and they landed in a steamy pile in the middle of the bed again. After a few minutes, when the heavy breathing had subsided, Sharons small voice came out of the body pile and she said, "I think we're done" - she was always quick with a line.
I won't bore you with the cleanup and goodbye details - I'll just say Sharon was very pleased and allowed as to how the reality was even better than the fantasy (I suspect the quality and experience of the other two had a lot to do with that).
To be continued . . .
I've never seen Sharon so sexually charged and into it as she was with the two of them. She sucked and slurped on Carl and humped back on Steve with total abandon; it looked almost as though she was doing what the ******* today call twerking on his huge erection. meanwhile Steve had quit moving and allowed her to do the fucking. Carl slid out from beneath her and moved her until she was side ways on the bed with her head hanging off the side. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and began slowly stroking into her as he fucked deeper into her throat with each thrust; he was encouraging her to take more and telling her how to breath and swallow until she was deep throating his entire cock. Meanwhile, Steve mounted her missionary-style; once again, he was balls-deep in her and beginning to thrust vigorously as she wrapped her long legs around him, locking her heels behind his back. I never in my wildest dreams had ever imagined my wife could be such a sexual dynamo. She was a fucking and sucking machine lost in her own lust and doing her best to bring both of these dark studs to a thundering orgasm.
I sat in an overstuffed chair to the side and stroked my cock as I watched her have orgasm after orgasm under the constant cock-barrage from the two brothers. Once again, after many minutes of serious fucking and sucking they all collapsed into an exhausted pile of black and white, orgasmic flesh. I came with them in a display of my appreciation.
After I caught my breath, I retrieved some towels and tossed them each one to wipe their sweaty bodies - all three looked like they had run a marathon. After toweling off they lay on the bed recovering. Sharon was sandwiched in the middle. Sharon had a cock in each hand which she lazily fondled as they kissed her and stroked her body.
After a while Steve said something I couldn't hear to Sharon, she thought for a few moments and then shook her head yes. Steve and Carl rolled over on their sides and started kissing on Sharon. Steve was deep kissing her as he rubbed her clitoris. Carl sucked on one breast while massaging the other. After a few minutes Steve rolled onto his back and looked at Sharon and said, "climb on Baby".
Sharon swung one leg over Steve and reached between them grasping his erection and slowly began lowering herself onto him. After a few strokes she had most of Steves cock in her pussy; she leaned over and opened the drawer to the night stand and retrieved a tube of KY jelly and handed it to Carl and then leaned forward until her breasts rested on Steves chest and began kissing him. Carl applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and then a glob to Sharons ass. He tossed the tube aside and positioned himself where the head of his cock was at Sharons anus, I was surprised at this turn of events because anal-sex is not one of Sharons favorites. We had done it a handful of times and although she seem to enjoy it ok, it was not something she ever asked for.
Carl began to slowly press slowly forward and Sharon made a little noise indicating that it hurt. He was patient and eased up and then slowly pressed forward and the head of his cock popped into her. He held that position for a short while and then pressed forward, eased up, pressed forward and eased up until his cock was buried in her ass. Carl grabbed her ass with both hands and then pulled his cock almost out and then back again. He and Steve alternated strokes moving slowly and sensuously and Sharon began to moan in pleasure. They kept it up for several minutes, sawing in and out of her, and Sharons moans grew louder and more primal as they fucked her. They too were groaning and vocalizing how good it felt and how beautiful she was; they worked themselves to a fever pitch and then began stroking in and out of Sharon at the same time, really thrusting into her with all they had. Sharon came first, followed soon after by Carl grunted loudly as he pumped stream after stream into her anus. Carl collapsed forward onto Sharons back as she moaned and moaned in orgasm. Steve grabbed her hips and began fucking up into her like a madman; he fucked her with a jack hammer speed until he grunted loudly and came and came and came.
Carl and Sharon rolled off of Steve and they landed in a steamy pile in the middle of the bed again. After a few minutes, when the heavy breathing had subsided, Sharons small voice came out of the body pile and she said, "I think we're done" - she was always quick with a line.
I won't bore you with the cleanup and goodbye details - I'll just say Sharon was very pleased and allowed as to how the reality was even better than the fantasy (I suspect the quality and experience of the other two had a lot to do with that).
To be continued . . .
