Straight Female / 47
Swingers
Around 40, my husband and I had realized our sex life was boring and nonexistent. We tried our own scenarios to jumpstart some fun, but nothing helped. We loved each other, but sexually, it just wasn’t there. After much conversation, we decided to look into the local swinger activity. We were surprised to find a club that hosted events about 30 minutes from us. We found a local group and many, many individuals involved in this activity. We got our thoughts and feelings in order and decided to attend an event.
Upon arriving at the club, we were shocked by the sheer volume of people. There must have been 75 people just in our view. As we made entry, it was a mix of quiet spaces and dance club space. It had private rooms as well. Most men were dressed in dress pants and button down shirts (or none) and every woman was dressed in some form of lingerie (robes, nighties, bras and panties). Some people wore leather as well. The room was a melting pot of races and cultures. You could sense everyone’s desire for sexual activity.
We found a table by the dance floor and just watched. No sooner, a male asked me to dance. I allowed my husband to nod his head in support before heading to the dance floor. His name was Mike. He stood at least 6’4” as he was still taller than me in my high heals (and my white fishnet body suit that left my important parts more available than other parts of my body). We danced and talked. He was here with his wife. Our hands roamed each others body. This was the first male touch other than my husband in 25 years. The dancing went on for maybe twenty minutes before we kissed. The kissing became more and more passionate. The touching became more and more aggressive. Eventually, in the open view of the dance floor, his fingers found my pussy. He had found my soaking wet, desire filled pussy. I was nervous, but I felt free allowing him to finger me in such a public way. A few flicks to my clit, some deep fingering and some final strokes to my clit sent off a deep orgasm. I held my arms around his neck to keep from falling. At this point, I searched from my husband; he was talking to a woman by the bar.
Mike asked if I wanted to find a more private space. I approved and we headed to a private room. As soon as we entered and closed the door, I pulled off his pants and started to suck his dick. He earned this and I was going to give him it in the best way I could. I chomped down on his shaft. I licked and sucked his balls. I stroked him as I did my best to deep throat him.
He then asks if he can fuck me. I approved. He pulled out a sleeve of condoms, tore one off and opened it. I grabbed it and put it on him. He sat on the couch and I mounted him. I dropped my pussy on his dick and rode him like he was the last dick in earth. He would slam my hips down as he drove his dick into me. His tongue would lick my nipples. I came shortly later to a river of white cream from my pussy. A short time later, Mike announced he was cumming. After he came, he pulled out. There was so much cum in that condom!!!!! Holy fuck!
As he pulled it off, I was in awe. His dick was slippery with his cum on it. I had to stroke it. As I did, he became hard again. I laughed and said ‘really’ and he answered by opening another condom. I put this one on too. He took me doggie style. No, he pounded me doggie style, while grabbing my hips, my hair and my clit. It was a resounding fucking. He even spanked me! That was a new and surprising turn on. We eventually came again and my pussy needed a break. Side note: he still was hard.
As we made our way back to the dance floor room, we found my husband and the same woman. We swapped stories of the evening and we all went our separate ways. As we got in the car to drive away, I told my husband to find a quiet place in the parking lot as I wanted to give him head. He did and no sooner, my mouth devoured his dick. Fifteen minutes later he forced my head down and shot his load into my stomach. That was his third load of the night. We drove home.
We have been active swingers since that night. We allow each other to play on our own, so technically we have an open marriage. We talk about that night frequently as one of the best decisions for our relationship.
Upon arriving at the club, we were shocked by the sheer volume of people. There must have been 75 people just in our view. As we made entry, it was a mix of quiet spaces and dance club space. It had private rooms as well. Most men were dressed in dress pants and button down shirts (or none) and every woman was dressed in some form of lingerie (robes, nighties, bras and panties). Some people wore leather as well. The room was a melting pot of races and cultures. You could sense everyone’s desire for sexual activity.
We found a table by the dance floor and just watched. No sooner, a male asked me to dance. I allowed my husband to nod his head in support before heading to the dance floor. His name was Mike. He stood at least 6’4” as he was still taller than me in my high heals (and my white fishnet body suit that left my important parts more available than other parts of my body). We danced and talked. He was here with his wife. Our hands roamed each others body. This was the first male touch other than my husband in 25 years. The dancing went on for maybe twenty minutes before we kissed. The kissing became more and more passionate. The touching became more and more aggressive. Eventually, in the open view of the dance floor, his fingers found my pussy. He had found my soaking wet, desire filled pussy. I was nervous, but I felt free allowing him to finger me in such a public way. A few flicks to my clit, some deep fingering and some final strokes to my clit sent off a deep orgasm. I held my arms around his neck to keep from falling. At this point, I searched from my husband; he was talking to a woman by the bar.
Mike asked if I wanted to find a more private space. I approved and we headed to a private room. As soon as we entered and closed the door, I pulled off his pants and started to suck his dick. He earned this and I was going to give him it in the best way I could. I chomped down on his shaft. I licked and sucked his balls. I stroked him as I did my best to deep throat him.
He then asks if he can fuck me. I approved. He pulled out a sleeve of condoms, tore one off and opened it. I grabbed it and put it on him. He sat on the couch and I mounted him. I dropped my pussy on his dick and rode him like he was the last dick in earth. He would slam my hips down as he drove his dick into me. His tongue would lick my nipples. I came shortly later to a river of white cream from my pussy. A short time later, Mike announced he was cumming. After he came, he pulled out. There was so much cum in that condom!!!!! Holy fuck!
As he pulled it off, I was in awe. His dick was slippery with his cum on it. I had to stroke it. As I did, he became hard again. I laughed and said ‘really’ and he answered by opening another condom. I put this one on too. He took me doggie style. No, he pounded me doggie style, while grabbing my hips, my hair and my clit. It was a resounding fucking. He even spanked me! That was a new and surprising turn on. We eventually came again and my pussy needed a break. Side note: he still was hard.
As we made our way back to the dance floor room, we found my husband and the same woman. We swapped stories of the evening and we all went our separate ways. As we got in the car to drive away, I told my husband to find a quiet place in the parking lot as I wanted to give him head. He did and no sooner, my mouth devoured his dick. Fifteen minutes later he forced my head down and shot his load into my stomach. That was his third load of the night. We drove home.
We have been active swingers since that night. We allow each other to play on our own, so technically we have an open marriage. We talk about that night frequently as one of the best decisions for our relationship.
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