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Anne's swinging story: the truth
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
After more than six years, it is time to reshare Anne's journey in the lifestyle.
George has always wanted to try swinging but work, the kids and circumstances made it problematic.
In 2016, on a solo visit to Madrid, he took the opportunity to see what a well regarded club offered. He liked what he saw and knew that Anne would be tempted.
The next visit to Madrid saw the two of us spend 4 days as tourists ... a city of culture, museums and good food. But also a chance to introduce Anne to the lifestyle and see if she would find it of appeal.
So on the Monday night it was decided to try out the club ... open from 11am in the morning and able to stay open until past midnight.
Anne was nervous - she had never done this before with a boyfriend or a husband. She was in her 40s, petite, sexually experienced and not just a little bit inquisitive. The set up for perfect - a middle class club, a wet venue with large pool jacuzzi, plenty of rooms, a restaurant and bar and zones for couples and all cummers.
In a middle class safe neighbourhood. In the daytime. What could go wrong? It was thrilling and a little apprehensive at the same time. George was her rock and loving husband. He had watched not played on his solo visit ... he wanted to share the first time with her. She applied her tanning agent, did her hair, attended to her nails, realised that no erotic outfit was needed - it was a natural naked hamman situation.
A towel would be her only guard against immodesty. But she was intrigued and a little bit nervous. We walked from the hotel - the distance was 10 minutes - the journey would change her life.
A slow walk into a new lifestyle ....
The walk was the longest 10 minutes Anne had ever endured.
She was not upset, she was not ecstatic.
It was just a journey into another space.
A world she knew existed but had hitherto been at arms length from. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
It was early afternoon. Some would be at lunch. Others at the shops. No crowd outside, no walk in trade. Time to press the buzzer and get admitted to the entrance where we would use our non existent Spanish language skills to good use. Should they press the buzzer? Should she enter? What to do?
Time to follow through and see it through .... it was a promise to a loving husband and a promise to herself ... it was about her (to see if she could share pleasure, give pleasure and be surrounded by erotic pleasure). Anne stepped forward and hit the buzzer, it was time to step in.
Nothing would ever be the same (we thought).
The elderly (must be 65) lady at the front glass front was lovely. Understood that we were "first timers" but I suspect she remembered George.
She took our 20 Euros for a couple ... amazingly cheap ... and offered us both towel and robe. We took both. A little bit of French was helpful. She showed us the "couples" changing room with metal lockers, half length (so that your business suit or jacket is not ruined) and gave us the access fob key and set of footwear (what you might get at a high class spa). We undressed, it was weird ... no one else but we could hear voices.
We undressed and told ourselves that this would be our adventure. A safe word was agreed ... I would do nothing that I did not want to do.
We ventured out to the lobby and to the bar (room for 8 to sit on high stools) and access the soft drinks (free) or the alcohol (to pay). Apart from the handsome your guy doing the bartender work (he by instinct knew we were not locals but wanted to practice his English and French) it was deserted. But we could hear soft voices ... where were they coming from?
George told me that there was a couples only space (he had seen on the website) just off the bar. We could enter and see for ourselves. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
After a soft drink and some banter with the bartender (a boy from Barcelona, now in the big smoke of Madrid) , we took the plunge and walked past the corner of the bar into the space that was forbidden to singles (men or women).
What a smart and clean space.
It was about 30 square metres of bed space, PVC mattresses, room to walk about and PVC pillows. Low rise about 2 feet high bed space, perfect for entry and exit ... and a older couple enjoying themselves on the bigger bed space (say 4 metres x 5 metres).
Slow methodical caresses and more urgent entry ... missionary, doggie and scissors ... he was 60 and she was 50 ... Spanish.
She was like me (Anne) with a hairy pussy, trimmed and terrific (but hers was grey) ... Anne was and is still jet black muff.
We looked on, They smiled.
They continued to play .... we thought it was OK to sit at the end of the large bed and start our own play.
Would they speak to us? Would they ask to touch? Would they touch anyway? Who else would enter the room.
Aircon was on but the bodies were hot we could see. What to do? We were unsure but excited. ....
This was the moment. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
The time to be free and be seen and maybe to interact with another couple. We started to kiss, to touch and to caress each other.
George was kind and sensitive.
He knew that I was nervous (not about being on show or nude or being erotic in public) ... it was more about the whole idea that we would share our intimacy with another person.
The kisses and the touching became more assertive and more sensual. We also kept an eye on the older couple, now only about 3 feet away from us.
They were engrossed in their love play and were passionate / energetic beyond what others might expect of their age.
He was fit, with a great hairy chest (little white hairs) and well endowed. She was curvy (more than me) but also slight ... not a tall woman and not an Amazon ... this was a woman who was no gym jockey but a woman who wore clothes with style and lunched, shopped and laughed.
What George would call "posh pussy" when we talked later.
They looked over a smiled. They nodded approval of our embraces, the fingering that George was commencing and then continuing with me.
I am loud and very open about being pleasured - when aroused I am tigress. George was giving me a good attention as I was licking the head of his cock, caressing his tightening balls and playing with his hairy chest..... the movement was natural, the scene was quiet but purposeful.
We were four adults of a certain age and experience on a large bed being our erotic selves. George said he wanted to fuck me ... in those words. He wanted t mount me and force his engorged cock into my wet and welcoming pussy (lips moist, hairs trimmed and tense, legs open with eagerness).
He placed himself above me and called me to urge him to enter, I said yes ... just then I felt a hand on my side ... it was the neighbouring couple.
He has wanted to touch me and was tentatively trying to connect.
I smiled and gave a sensitive nod of approval ... this was very different to anything I had experienced.
There was my husband delivering me pleasure via missionary position (traditional and dependable) whilst a total stranger was softly caressing me while he was fucking his wife/girlfriend/secretary/companion ... whomever she was , she was receiving plenty of attention ... this was what I feared, longed for and was intrigued by.
Would I be able to relax and enjoy the experience ... I had no set or knowledgeable certainty.
All I knew was that I was in this zone for the moment and the next minutes ... however long. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
We continued our fucking, from the side, doggie position and some very energetic cowgirl from me ... we were keen to show off but also to please and pleasure ourselves.
My Spaniard next to us was intent on just gently touching my side, the side of one breast and my neck.
His wife (was she?) was smiling but her focus was on her play and his cock.
But I did see that she had spied on George - he is average sized but thick and solid ... as someone later said the intensity of a younger man in an older chap's body ... she seemed desirous.
We continued this close but not too close play for what must have been 20 minutes ... we finished ... we smiled, kissed and embraced.
Then Senor grey chest (as I now call him) spoke ... in Spanish but it was reasonably understood. Would we want to swap? Could he fuck me and would George fuck her? .... it was a decision that was not to expected to happen day one , hour one of our swinging experiment ... what to do ?
We decided that it was not the right time and not the right couple ... they were fine and attractive but we also felt that he was the driving force and she was just following "order" ... the lust was not in her eyes for this, for George or for swap ... we said thank you but no.
He accepted our decision and turned to his woman to continue with their fuck session. We were not deflated - relieved that we had made a decision that was joint, sensible and driven by our erotic rather than urgent needs ... we had six hours to spend at the club and it was only early afternoon ... the Spanish would be returning after lunch for play we thought.
We found the denouement of the couples room acceptable ... we had more of the club to explore and we wanted Anne's first swinger man to be her choice and a success ... we rose from the bed and gave our goodbyes ... they continued with their passion ... we were just an opportunistic chance for them ... we wanted more, we wanted better and we wanted desire this day... |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
George knew there was more to offer and more cock to consider ... clever husband.
We left the couples area and retraced our way past the bar ... we needed a cold water and George his terrible Diet Coke (my only pet hate about him) ... and found some men hanging about. A couple of younger guys (say 30ish) with slim but good bodies and one older man (say 50+) with muscles and some chest hair ... we started to chat. Found that the older guy had limited English but good French the younger guys had excellent Us style English (blame internet and Hollywood).
They were pleased that we had traveled all the way from London for this ... it was 2016 and Brexit vote had happened already. We said goodbye and decided to check out the remainder of the very large club ... great lighting, nothing dingy or grubby, more like a bistro and less like a nightclub ... there were small break out spaces near the bar that led to the restaurant (remember them) that had clothed staff but nude or towel only patrons ... an evening treat with real food. We found the stairs down to the "non-exclusive non Couple floor) ... bigger, darker and wetter than upstairs ... it was like a spa health club without the gym clothes or smell of sweat ... we decided to let ourselves be led by the sounds and ambiance ... where was the jacuzzi pool I asked, further on said George.
Past the play pen, a ride on fuck couch that offered play in the open behind beaded curtains ... past the big TV showing porn in front of long wide play couches and acorss the Japanese garden style bridge ... very elegant and very very clean.
Where was that sound coming from ... it was like a small waterfall and there were people talking, laughing and maybe even kissing? Time to go around the corner and down the narrow darker still hallway.... where was my husband taking me ... with five hours plus to go ... we were committed to spending the time to really feel like we had ventured into the space with gusto.
Who was I going to meet and how, where and what was that low hum of noise ... water and lovers perhaps? |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
We turned the corner to find the pool (think indoor waist high pol with a small but prominent waterfall) near a set of open showers, the sauna room (not our thing but no doubt popular for maybe 6/8 participants) and some wc facilities.
There we were, naked but for the towels we held, in a foreign country in a foreign city ... in some decadent but also clean / efficient wet space.
There we had: two couples sitting on the internal step giving you warm and more fully immersed warmth and a couple of single guys keeping their distance and being the "stud" on the scene.
Plus a guy having a warm/cool shower in full view - what a body and what a lovely smile.
I said to George ... "it is time to have a shower dear" and beat a path to the 35-8 old fit for purpose Spanish man giving himself a very long shower.
Took the opportunity to make a new friend ... George was both smiling and smirking ... his girl was a natural in this zone he thought (but did not say until much later) ... do not get in the way of progress he thought.
Showering with a friend? No. Showering very close to a very handsome man about 12-14 years younger than me , Yes.
How close will he get?
How close will I get?
What will my very gorgeous husband do?
Will the water run out? ... |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
There is something natural and yet special having a shower in a public space ... but no one was showing disrespect or outward selfishness ... rather we were all naked having the warm but not hot water lap our bodies (with easy to reach pump action body wash) leading to a modest soapy lather that sat well on my very erect nipples and reasonably large breasts.
He was very nice ... good body and good shape .... taller than I and just a little taller than George, more muscle than George but similar levels of manly hairy condition (what would it be like to touch and play with?) ... and an enlarged cock that was cut, thick and very serviceable ... warm brown and tasty I thought.
George was about 3-4 feet away having both a good look and good wash - being the attentive husband, I was pivoted towards this man (what was his name, would he speak a language I knew, would he even look). This was tense and rather exciting ... this was like a shower at home with hubby but there was another in the story. He looked - he really looked. I was a bit unsure. What would be best behavior .. we were told that there was no full on sexual activity in the pool or at the showers ... but surely I could help him lather those parts of him that needed attention: the shoulders, the arms, the thighs, the hard walnut balls and that extending manhood of both pride and perversion.
What should a girl do?
I decided that the only option was honesty and some retro charm.
I touched him on the shoulder and brushed some lather off him before putting some more on. He smiled, he nodded and he stood closer ... now only maybe 8 inches from me, turned to be at 45 degrees to my tits, muff and eyes. George was silent but I knew he was enticed and entrapped by the scene.
This was no time for George to be proprietorial or priggish. I was having more than just a flirt .... and I was flashing my best attributes (including my smile and wicked eyes) at him. Not my husband ... but the man in the water next to me.
He seemed more engorged and more aware.
He was also still silent. Had I shocked him? Was I too old? Was he timid?
But no ... he was none of these. He touched me back - on the shoulder, the side of one breast and tantalizingly one not both erect nipples.
He knew what to do. He knew what a MILF would like. No panic, just pleasure. No rejection, just attention. No excitement, just arousal.
This was a very long shower - this could lead to more than just being clean (in body at least). The lathering of my body by fresh, new and hitherto unknown hands was beautiful and bold.
The tension of being now less than 4 inches away was ecstatic. The possibilities mind blowing. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
My close encounter of the Spanish kind returned his attention to helping me shower ... he touched and probed and gently caressed.
But he also spoke - initially Spanish but after my acknowledgement in English and French that we could not converse ... in slow and clear English of the kind that a visiting Business uses in London.
"Thank you for visiting Madrid, my name is Paul, what brings you to Cap Madrid Club?" ... I was feeling the soft touch of strong hands on my body and also the close breath of another man (not my husband).
"My husband George suggested we come ... we like what we see already".... I was about to ask him to join me into the large pool for further discussions when he dropped a "bombshell" ...
"I have been here for 2 hours and this is my last shower of the day, I must return to my civil service job for the afternoon".
Here was the truth of the club - you need to be at the right place at the right time to grab the opportunity.
I thanked him for his honesty and suggested that we should find each other on the Club chat room online ... but not before I had spent a further 3 minutes gently and then less gently touching, pulling, twisting and arousing his very erect manhood.
I wanted him to know that I was committed to both being pleasured (as he had achieved with me) and giving pleasure ... I am no selfish cock tease.
Paul turned at the end of this and then turned back - he came closer and gave me the most delicious kiss on the cheek, to be followed by an erotic kiss on the mouth. He was signalling his respect for my womanhood, appeal and sexual electricity.
As Paul went to get his towel to walk away (maybe for ever) I turned to George: "We should stay here as long as possible today until we need to get back to the Hotel ... I feel this place has appeal beyond any comment or urge you have given.... that man has charged me with a lustful energy that I have not had since we dated more than a decade ago ... I want this. I know you do.
But I want this for me as well - and that is now unconditional." to be continued
We decided to enter the pool now that we were fully and thoroughly showered. The jacuzzi is large with the capacity of maybe 20-22 people with a cascading waterfall and all round seating ledges. We positioned ourselves in the warm but not too hot water (reaching high chest height when you crouch).
It was pleasing to watch the others (by then 3 men as singles and two couples) ... it was voyeur like without the expectation of any other development. You were with your partner or you were a single guy checking out the scene.
We relaxed and talked about the arousal of the shower experience; the feeling of being in a place of opportunistic hedonism but without the booming clash of music or nightclub like darkness. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
We needed to and desired to take stock - what had we done so far.
Been tempted and been made aware of what was possible.
What was most achieved was my own sense of female empowerment - No meant No, no taking things further unless I was in charge but also the raw sexual appeal of giving in to the environment.
George and I kissed, mutually touched each other affectionately and then he slid his finger into my wet pussy ... it was warmer and more oily than the surrounding water ... it was full of arousal.
There was little to no resistance to his first long digit, then the second and then he gave me the third.
He was keen to restore the natural pecking order: husbands first.
But we were somewhere special and new to us.
Total strangers ... all seeking to fuck other total strangers. In various combinations or collaborations. This was going to be more than just my husband and I making out in the pool, on bed or in public.
Then I saw him: a quiet, handsome, well built man of George's height and somewhat younger than my husband.
A man looking at me from afar ... maybe 6 metres away at the other end of the pool. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
Confident, with eyes that said things and a torso discernible with the bubbling water that said fit for purpose.
It was time to be open to the possibilities of our situation - I was going to cast caution to the winds and make the first move..... I had made the decision (without needing to check with George) ... I slowly swam across the pool to be closer to the man I had locked eyes with.
I ventured to him looking clear headed and determined. He knew what I was about.
I reached him, maybe now 5 metres from my husband and a million miles from anything else I had done sexually until today.
I smiled, He smiled, I touched his shoulder and caressed his chest ... he smiled and then tensed.
He guided my hand to his neck and kissed me softly but fully - into the mouth his tongue entered ... swirling and tasting my swinger novice status. While this happened, I allowed my body to press against his. No words yet. But attraction, lust and also inquiry - what was this like to be embraced by a stranger so far from my adored and adoring husband.
I let my legs open and before I knew it he had placed his hand (his right hand) onto my submerged hairy pussy.
He did not probe, he waited.
What would I do? What did I want?
Was there any barrier to this play?
What would this lead to? |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
He said hello ... his English was OK but his hands were marvellous. We were embraced, body to body and I could sense his breath and his breathing ... he was not overt in his eagerness but he was giving me all the signs of consent and approval.
I said hello and introduced myself and pointed to the husband in the distance ... did George want to come over ... asked my new friend from the Basque Country (a business man visiting Madrid just for today) ... no I said my husband will watch from afar until I beckon him.
The fingers were now at work - his in my pussy as he secured a pleasure and moaning partner and mine surrounding his moderate sized cock but hard walnut like balls ... there were hairy and natural ... just how I like them.
This was taking things to a new level ... public exposure and public heavy petting plus pubic arousal ... |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
I was sure that this was what I wanted. He was intrigued at why a London couple would travel so far to be erotic ... I answered that Spain had the right clubs and the right mindset.
He was pleased by our decision ... he had never been to London but he was already exploring my "tfl" (tense furry labia) ... he was keen to take this to dry room for more ... was I interested? I paused ... was I? What was involved beyond the obvious ... it was closer to 3:30pm and we had spent time in flirtation and encouragement without achieving the final session ... was I ready for this? What would George say?
Should I even ask him? to be continued He and I rose out from the pool, water dripping off my well formed breasts and large hard nipples ... he was better built than I had assessed ... good arms and a butt that was tight and muscular.
We walked to the shower to allow our bodies to be given that necessary refresh from the pool water.
George was happy ... his lady was on the journey and he could watch from a few metres. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
He rose from the pool and walked over to the showering couple (one half a stranger, one half his beloved).
He was going to be the good husband but also be the guardian of the scene.
He would ensure that Anne was safe, sensually satisfied and sexually encouraged. to be continued
This was a very unique moment - my husband shaking hands and smiling with the man I wanted to fuck ... in the very next few minutes. We agreed to dry off with our towels and walk slowly to the room network (about 8 rooms in a corridor maze set up) ... some smaller, all with windows, one with bars to the corridor, one with glory holes to a annex, some large with bedding that would accommodate about 8/10 eager souls.
My Basque man was tender .. we held hands. My husband followed at a small distance: not so much a cuckhold ... more the proud partner of the woman he adores. We walked to a room with a king sized bed, PVC mattress, PVC pillows, a door that could be locked, a window that could be closed with curtains. Air con cold, bodies feeling warmth and soon to be hot.
We entered the space that would be the moment I lost my true swinger virginity ... for ever ...
His name was Miguel, his aroma was coffee and tobacco inspired scent ... his attractiveness was proximity, body heat, muscles and a turgid cock that said desire ...
I was very pleased by my "selection" ... or was that he selected me and I just followed the hints? |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
George was happy to stand in the room, against the wall, in full view of proceedings and allow his own member to rise with desire.
Miguel was upon me in moments, touching, probing and kissing each erogenous zone - my face, my earlobes, my neck, my breast now wet with some fresh sweet sweat, my erect nipples like a skyscraper and my arse (tense with expectation). This was a lover not a fast or furious fuck.
This was a man who was young enough to be bold and old enough to be knowledgeable about how a woman feels and responds.
George was gently and slowly wanking, one hand on his cock and the other cupping his balls.
I was kissing back and allowing my hands to wander - around the shoulders of a stranger and towards his nipples, upper arms and down to his hips.
This was a pleasure trip to the known and the unknown. We could not speak our native languages sufficiently equally but we could communicate with the language of erotic abandon. He was touching my outer lips and making me moist.
He was going to be forceful and fulsome in his manner. This was something that I was both surrendering to and driving from an apex of female empowerment. I was no easy fuck - I would be an energetic, erotic and engaging fuck ...
I was heaving now - Miguel was strong and dominant - he knew what his cock , mouth and hands needed ... my body, my spirit and my erotic energy.
He mounted me as I watched my husband watching us - George came forward to kiss my cheek and caress my face whilst I was experiencing another man in missionary position.
Deep and purposeful thrusts combined with lots of body to body contact. Here I was being fucked in front of my husband and what was akin to a public place. The window curtains were not drawn, any man, woman or couple could come past and watch.
The rooms did not hide the sound - they could hear me groaning and exhaustively moaning for more ... I was the tigress being subdued until it was time to unleash my power... I turned and saw a man looking ... it was someone from the pool who had followed us (me) ...
what to do but fix eyes on him and give him the "fuck I 'm enjoying this" look.
I was enjoying this ... the taboo factor, the new factor and the erotic sexual release factor. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
George was hovering around to make sure I was fine and also asking me to suck his cock deep and hungry ...
I was so pleased to oblige (nothing hornier than satisfying my husband whilst being fucked by another man) ... the scene was getting hot as was my body.
This 40+ girl was getting a workout ... Miguel was happy to change position and let me ride cowgirl ... I could face him and send him sweet kisses whilst also holding my husband's erect cock in my hands (caressing him to orgasm) ...
I also could get eye contact with the two single guys watching (one in his 30s and the other in his 40s) ... they seem to want to come in ... I was unsure ... I thought the door was locked or was it just closed and their interpretation of my "I love being fucked" face was an invitation when it was at this stage only an expression of pleasure.
I was not ready for more I said to myself ... or was I?
The door to the room was being opened ... what the hell was going on? The two guys (both Spaniards) were inside and were about to touch me ... I decided that I had two choices: be the woman in charge or just be the fuck toy of anyone ... it was an easy decision. I shook my head, Miguel said as much as I understood "the lady says just us here" and George said thank you but no thank you ... my decision was right.
It was my first swinger experience and the golden rule that G and I had established was "the lady decides" ... the guys were amazingly relaxed and chilled about it ... no hot temper and no stupid aggression ... they knew the rules of the club and the rules of the exchange.
I was relieved - not because I could not envisage handling four cocks ... it was the principle of the thing.
This lady was going to play on her terms ... until such time she thought otherwise. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
The door to the room was being opened ... what the hell was going on? The two guys (both Spaniards) were inside and were about to touch me ...
I decided that I had two choices: be the woman in charge or just be the fuck toy of anyone ... it was an easy decision.
I shook my head, Miguel said as much as I understood "the lady says just us here" and George said thank you but no thank you ... my decision was right. It was my first swinger experience and the golden rule that G and I had established was "the lady decides" ... the guys were amazingly relaxed and chilled about it ... no hot temper and no stupid aggression ... they knew the rules of the club and the rules of the exchange.
I was relieved - not because I could not envisage handling four cocks ... it was the principle of the thing.
This lady was going to play on her terms ... until such time she thought otherwise.
This was the final act of my initiation as a hotwife (straight from vanilla life to swinger hotbed) ... here was George giving me the face fuck of the month (deep then shallow, slow then urgent, respectful then dominant) ... here was my lover (my first ever lover as a married woman) being the dedicated cock of my dreams ... skillfull thrusts, hands over my arse and hips, hands slipping to my dropped breasts and still very much erect nipples ... making sounds like excited animals the three of us .. this was carnality with a difference ... this was no porn shoot with some stick insect thin actor or jaded curvy MILF with a mortgage to pay and legal bills to clear ... this was a real life MILF ... me ... being subjected to a fucking by a duo of my choice in the place of my husband's choosing. Underground level of a sex club in Madrid ... miles from home and miles from care.
This was a crescendo of sexual abandon -
I was the driver of my destiny plus the destination. The boys (the way they acted outside the room) were still onlooking, manhandling their own cock as I was writhing with pleasure and making enough noise to be noticed afar.
I was giving it the best fuck of my 40s ... full, dedicated, deliriously sordid and eagerly slutty. But still in control.
I was being fucked but also doing the fucking.
I would finish with a wet orgasm as the men finished their business - Miguel in the condom in my pussy stretching me to ecstasy and George in my mouth as was his want.
felt the juices flow and the men tense ... I felt the stare of the onlookers and I knew my first husband has missed the boat with this - he would never have convinced me to try this, he would never have been the rock of my life as George was and is.
This was heaven sent by the emissary of hell ... this was libido unleashed. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
I rocked hard back and forth with the last gasps of my two fuck partners treating Miguel to equal respect and attention as George. I looked up again to the two onlookers were four - the two interlopers with hard cocks in their hands and a lovely 50ish couple watching with smiles on their faces. She was just as liberated as me but with longer hair, he was like George bit darker in complexion. This was swinging - giving satisfaction to the central players whilst also giving pleasure to the onlooking crowd.
This was my path now ... could I ever try this at home in London, or was it just the holiday destination of lust and culture that George has convinced me was suitable for us?
This was the next big step. But a step worth considering. |
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By *etro1940s OP Couple
over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
We relaxed and we kissed. We took our towels and we showered one last time ... and then we as a couple said our goodbyes (it was dusk but the Spanish love their late nights) ... we wanted to walk back in our day clothes to mull over what had happened and why it felt so good.
It was to return to our hotel room for the delicious reclaim sex that G had hinted was probable as well as possible.
It was a slow walk into the future that has brought us here to this space, this time, this story.
It was my initiation and my loss of "swinger virginity" ... but it was our triumph and security as a couple.
I would be less likely to have wanted this as a single - the sharing, the trust and the release from the bonds of togetherness were the keys to the excitement, erotic arousal and the sheer sensuality.
I was never going to stop being the hotwife .... end. |
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Great story, captured the mood perfectly. Reminds me of my first foray to a swing club - that thrill and apprehension of not knowing what to expect. Then, afterwards, wondering why it had taken me so long to take this first joyful step. |
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over a year ago
Kingston upon Thames |
"Great account of your first experiences and very arousing/thought provoking how Anne's mental process worked to ensure an enjoyable experience!"
get your woman in the right head space ... it brings out the sex goddess in us all (blush) x Anne
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