Straight Female / 39
Our First Swinging Experience
Thursday night, my husband and I had our first swinging experience.
We normally have a good sex life. Our kids are older. As they live at home, privacy and noise control can be challenging. We find our opportunities but we collectively crave more.
Months back, our kids had left for a day at the beach with friends. This meant my husband and I would fuck at least a couple of times that day. This day would be the gateway to my confession. As we were in foreplay mode, my husband says something about role playing. I said sure, sounds like fun. We had all day, so fuck it!
We role played about having sex with another couple. It seemed simple, easy, non descriptive, but incredibly arousing. I was the other woman and he was the other man. Later that day, the other man and the other woman fucked each other again.
This role play continued for a few weeks. The sex was fresh, fun and surprisingly, it gave us the opportunity to bring new sexual acts into our bedroom. It was almost like it allowed us to safely break out of our comfortable routines.
Fast forward to Thursday. After months of role play and information gathering, we attended a swinger event for the first time. It was at a club near us. We knew the dress was ‘dress to impress’. My husband wore slacks and a dress shirt - that he ended up removing. I wore far less - a matching burgundy set of panties and a Babygirl teddy nightgown. It was sexy, shear and made me feel sexy, but it was very revealing.
We checked in, got a drink and found a table. We laughed at how many almost naked women were here. We made comments like are you sure about this?
After maybe a half an hour, a nice looking couple asks to join us. They join us and we start talking. At some point, I realize I have not said three words to my husband in who knows how long. I look over at him, we smile and I realize that we are good. The talk is general for the most part in the beginning and then it became more about us and me sexually.
I will tell you the truth here: I did not hear one word my husband and the other woman said. I was completely into my own conversation with this other man. Before long, he start touching - hands and feet. He asks me to dance and I, well we, got another approval from my husband. Actually, they got up to dance as well.
So here I am, on full display, dancing with another man in a shear ‘nighty’. If I knew any better, I would have stopped and went home….but it continued. Hands and then lips. His touch and kiss were new and different like the role play, but was real and genuine too. His hands found my ass. Mine found his chest through his opened up shirt.
As this continued, I asked him what happens next? He said that we could find a private room and get much more comfortable. Again, asking for permission, my husband gave his okay.
As this other man led me into a private room, I could feel my pussy throb. My mouth got dry. My mind went crazy. I got awkward…and giggled. In a way to regroup, I asked this man to get me a soda. He came back, I said thank you and drank the entire soda.
Kissing and touching started. His pants came off and I stroked his cock until it was rock hard. I sat on the chair in front of him (and yes this was another awkward moment) I said may I suck you? He was so good…he says did you really think I would say no? We both laughed.
I lined up his cock and took him in my mouth. My married mouth. My mouth that had not had another cock in it since college. My mouth that kissed my kids good night and good morning. My mouth, the same mouth that desired this man’s cock. Long, deep sucks. I used my hands and my mouth to please this man’s hardness. He played with my hair and ‘helped’ with how deep he went into my mouth.
He eventually pulls back, directs me to the couch and he begins to eat my pussy. My married pussy. My pussy who gave birth to my children. My husbands pussy since we met after college. This man licked all of me and I just took it all. He had me edged into a fury. I hadn’t any intention of fucking anyone tonight, but it was going to happen and soon.
We ended up fucking on that couch. He was good. I came a few times and he filled the condom once. We stopped at that point. We found our partners, shared some laughs and walked to our cars.
My husband and I both went all of the way and deemed the night a success. Before we even got home, he says I am going to fuck you as soon as we get in bed. This was the hottest part of the entire night.
We normally have a good sex life. Our kids are older. As they live at home, privacy and noise control can be challenging. We find our opportunities but we collectively crave more.
Months back, our kids had left for a day at the beach with friends. This meant my husband and I would fuck at least a couple of times that day. This day would be the gateway to my confession. As we were in foreplay mode, my husband says something about role playing. I said sure, sounds like fun. We had all day, so fuck it!
We role played about having sex with another couple. It seemed simple, easy, non descriptive, but incredibly arousing. I was the other woman and he was the other man. Later that day, the other man and the other woman fucked each other again.
This role play continued for a few weeks. The sex was fresh, fun and surprisingly, it gave us the opportunity to bring new sexual acts into our bedroom. It was almost like it allowed us to safely break out of our comfortable routines.
Fast forward to Thursday. After months of role play and information gathering, we attended a swinger event for the first time. It was at a club near us. We knew the dress was ‘dress to impress’. My husband wore slacks and a dress shirt - that he ended up removing. I wore far less - a matching burgundy set of panties and a Babygirl teddy nightgown. It was sexy, shear and made me feel sexy, but it was very revealing.
We checked in, got a drink and found a table. We laughed at how many almost naked women were here. We made comments like are you sure about this?
After maybe a half an hour, a nice looking couple asks to join us. They join us and we start talking. At some point, I realize I have not said three words to my husband in who knows how long. I look over at him, we smile and I realize that we are good. The talk is general for the most part in the beginning and then it became more about us and me sexually.
I will tell you the truth here: I did not hear one word my husband and the other woman said. I was completely into my own conversation with this other man. Before long, he start touching - hands and feet. He asks me to dance and I, well we, got another approval from my husband. Actually, they got up to dance as well.
So here I am, on full display, dancing with another man in a shear ‘nighty’. If I knew any better, I would have stopped and went home….but it continued. Hands and then lips. His touch and kiss were new and different like the role play, but was real and genuine too. His hands found my ass. Mine found his chest through his opened up shirt.
As this continued, I asked him what happens next? He said that we could find a private room and get much more comfortable. Again, asking for permission, my husband gave his okay.
As this other man led me into a private room, I could feel my pussy throb. My mouth got dry. My mind went crazy. I got awkward…and giggled. In a way to regroup, I asked this man to get me a soda. He came back, I said thank you and drank the entire soda.
Kissing and touching started. His pants came off and I stroked his cock until it was rock hard. I sat on the chair in front of him (and yes this was another awkward moment) I said may I suck you? He was so good…he says did you really think I would say no? We both laughed.
I lined up his cock and took him in my mouth. My married mouth. My mouth that had not had another cock in it since college. My mouth that kissed my kids good night and good morning. My mouth, the same mouth that desired this man’s cock. Long, deep sucks. I used my hands and my mouth to please this man’s hardness. He played with my hair and ‘helped’ with how deep he went into my mouth.
He eventually pulls back, directs me to the couch and he begins to eat my pussy. My married pussy. My pussy who gave birth to my children. My husbands pussy since we met after college. This man licked all of me and I just took it all. He had me edged into a fury. I hadn’t any intention of fucking anyone tonight, but it was going to happen and soon.
We ended up fucking on that couch. He was good. I came a few times and he filled the condom once. We stopped at that point. We found our partners, shared some laughs and walked to our cars.
My husband and I both went all of the way and deemed the night a success. Before we even got home, he says I am going to fuck you as soon as we get in bed. This was the hottest part of the entire night.
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