“Holy fuck. Names, dates, notes, locations, event count, lifetime tally. Gawd. Even when they last submitted doctor clearances. I knew she was anal — don’t go there, Stevie — but this takes the cake.” She chuckles. “I see you in there several times. A bunch of times, really.”
I’m Roger, Roger Osborn, married to Shelly for twenty two years and a few months, we have a boy and a girl who are twenty two and twenty respectively, Ryan, and Ruth.
My name is Rory and my wife Jen and I are both in our early 30’s. Before we had our first child we indulged semi regularly in the local swinger scene. One of my biggest turn ons is seeing Jen getting fucked and loving it, so going to swinger events was a huge highlight for me.
We are Jim and Victoria, just your average couple next door in NW England with a house in suburbia, kids at uni, both late forties, Jim is 5’9″, slim build, short hair starting to grey, average looks but cheeky blue eyes. Vicky is 5’3″, slim, naturally spirally curly blonde, 34B, lovely legs and bum from lots of yoga. We have careers we enjoy, a good standard of living and a circle of friends who would be absolutely amazed to learn that we occasionally enjoy swingers clubs and swingers parties.
We’ve met almost 5 years before, they were relatively new to the idea of swinging, and very new to the hotwife concept. I’m met him for a drink in the pub, and he seemed delightful, followed by a lovely stroll with his gorgeous wife along the beach, where we stole a little kiss.
What a night. Here I am, just about to shoot my load into the pussy of this beautiful woman on the floor in front of me. As I hold her ankles for balance, I continue my unrelenting thrusts. I hold her legs open while my eyes are fixated on her breasts that aimlessly jiggle on her chest while she receives me.
This is a story told to me by my husband. It is loosely based on the true happenings. I have made modifications to protect the innocent. Names have been changed. The gist of the story is accurate. This is his first experience with a threesome, shortly before he met his first wife.
It was Black Friday and the day after Thanksgiving. Coco and I went a friendly Thanksgiving dinner thrown by an old friend of ours. It was definitely not a wild party and unfortunately, the food wasn’t very good either.
As I sit back on my armchair to finally enjoy a cold beer before I’ll make myself some lunch, I hear my doorbell ring. Who could possibly be at my door on a Sunday? I just moved in this morning.
Adrenaline coursing through their veins, Dani and Ian tip-toed up the stairs to the door they saw Paul and Ava disappear through a few minutes prior. All of this was new to Dani and Ian: the door, the stairs, the building, the city, and Paul and Ava. They’d just moved to the city a few months ago and were still getting their feet under them, but on a whim they decided to spend a night checking out a swingers club across town. They’d visited a swingers club in their old hometown a few times, mostly to enjoy watching, and occasionally being watched. But they’d not found people they connected with and wanted to explore further.
