Swinger

My wife, Andrea, is still 35. Dark red hair and flamboyant, green eyes, beautiful skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She’s as close to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After our wedding, I realized how much she loved wearing nothing or as little as possible around the house. And I loved it.

One day I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the same time as the paperboy. He’s a nice, handsome guy about eighteen, we said hello and he gave me the paper. At the same time, I opened the door, and there was Andrea naked! The paperboy had a huge smile on his face as his eyes caught in my wife’s big body. Andrea slammed the door and the paperboy left with a big smile on his face.

My husband has always been naughty in the room and wants to try new things. We lived in Germany when he was in the army and had watched many different types of sex movies. One night in the bedroom after watching videos, we lay down on the bed… He started eating my pussy. It was great as usual, but he suggested something totally out of the wall-he asked me if I thought I’d like 2 guys doing me at the same time. It sounded so far from the wall that I hit him, and I told him, “No, you’re out of your mind… but deep in my mind, it kind of excited me. He stopped talking about it from there and we just did our thing… sex as usual.

I will never forget my cousin, Arlene. She was and is really beautiful girl/wife. She and I learned a lot together when we were younger.

Arlene and her parents, Tony and Tanita, moved next to me and my parents when she was 10.

Because there were so few children living near us, none, we turned naturally towards each other. In fact, we lived in the countryside and the nearest farm was nearly a quarter of a mile and they had no children of our age.

We’ve been walking around for several years when Tom, my husband, started talking about me, taking a black guy. I forced him to interfere, but deep down, I can’t wait to feel a big black dick inside me. It was always taboo when I grew up in a small southern town. I had always heard that black men were hanged well and that my husband was a little short in this department. I finally agreed to put an ad in our group of swingers to see what we could find. We both went through the answers and picked a guy who came across our city quite often since he was a cuckoo driver. We organized a meeting with Gene just to get to know each other a little bit and see if we all wanted to meet each other. We met him for a drink the next time he was in town and decided to set a date for the following week. I knew as soon as I saw this guy I wanted him to be my first black lover. He was very muscular, big and beautiful and very nice too. When we went to say goodbye, he asked Hubby if he could kiss me and he agreed. He took me in his big arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I’ve ever felt. I could feel his dick hardening in his pants and it seemed huge. I wanted to fuck him in the parking lot, but I didn’t want Hubby to know how excited I was, so he could step back. Finally, Tom joked: “You have better to calm down or we’ll never get there until next week.”

Linda and I were looking forward to the party. We had already been there, so we had a pretty good idea what to expect. They held a dance every two weeks, and many couples got a room at the motel for some time after the dance. The last time we went, we were invited to a room, but this time we would have our room.

We got there early and registered for the room. Then we went to the room. The motel is one of those two places of history that seem to be everywhere. Linda changed into her little red dress. She wore it without bra or panties, and when she leaned on her breasts, she almost fell off. She could put a show in two directions at once.

“This guy and his wife like to have key parties,” Emily said. “The guys throw their keys in a pile and the women take out a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys. "

“What? They don’t really do it like that, do they?” I asked him. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed of these things, but I never thought they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, dreams, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, made me meet one of those “keys.” Apparently, when I told Emily about these things, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I guess she herself was excited by the thoughts, especially knowing that I could give her approval to fuck other men.

Sara was really looking forward to visiting her older brother Steve. She hadn’t seen him for almost two years and she really missed him. Although he was nine years older than his 18, they had always been close when she grew up before leaving the house, never returning from the university, having met and married Veronica and started her own life. Life at home with her parents became more difficult for her last year as she felt bigger than they were willing to admit it. She had taken the car they bought for her, that she was not supposed to drive without an authorized adult driver with her, but she felt quite certain that they would not call the police and as long as she was driving carefully she would have no problem. She knew that the note she left would make them crazy, but hopefully they would understand and that the summer break would be good for all.

Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and nine in town. She didn’t make a lot of friends, she said, ‘cause she wasn’t used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while we went to work. We stopped at the same stop. Although she was a little younger than me (I am 42) we seemed to hit him. She was a deliciously refreshing change of some of the more jaded women I know. Yet, my feelings towards her were not entirely paternal. She was very fine, with short blonde hair and blue eyes that I’ve never seen. Because of its thin light frame, her breasts were small enough. I was looking forward to seeing exactly how small it was. She had 5'8" tall and her legs were beautiful. She looked like a ballerina. The long thin legs disappear in the tightest little round background you can imagine.

Jim couldn’t believe what his wife said, Jenny. How could she say that? How could she want to do something like she said she wanted them to do. For three years they’ve been married, he thought their love life had been great. Now her loving wife told her she wanted them to change.

She came to bed a week ago and after a short period of love, she told her that she thought their sex life was becoming routine and boring.

Ted and Janie didn’t plan what happened at the last wake-up. They didn’t plan to bring the New Year An as they did.

They haven’t been to a New Year’s party for years. Since their oldest daughter, Ellie was twelve, they decided that she could baby sit their two young girls, Tina, nine and Kandy, five. Of course they told her they’d pay her. They felt it was fair, because they could be out most of the night and after all it was the awakening of years.