While our child is away visiting her grand parents my wife and I experiment with the swinger life style for the first time.
For the first time in since her birth, our daughter wasn’t at home. My parents had finally convinced me that putting her on a direct flight would be okay, and with a tearful wave at the excited six-year-old, we watched her board the plane for San Francisco and her grand parents for a two-week visit.
It was as if my husband Don had become a new man. We always have had a great sex life, a child didn’t change that, but he suddenly couldn’t get enough sex.
It started in the car on the way home from the airport, with him rubbing me through my ever-increasingly damp panties while I tried to maneuver the car. I had my first orgasm as we pulled into our driveway, and I was barely inside the front door before he ripped my panties off and shoved his stiff cock deep inside me. We fucked halfway up the stairs, in the doorway of our bedroom, on the bed, and again later in the shower. At five o’clock the next morning, he entered me from behind to start the new day. We were “normal” people. A house in the suburbs, SUV in the driveway, PTA meetings, church committees, card games with friends, that kind of things. I’m an elementary school teacher, Don’s a lawyer, and we had a great life, and we never felt as if we were missing anything. That soon changed, though. By the third night, my drive had caught up with his. Not knowing exactly where the nerve came from, I rented a porno flick and brought it home with a bottle of wine. Halfway into the bottle, I popped the movie into the VCR and watched my husband’s cock rise for the third time that night during the opening scene. He reached over and started playing with me, smearing the come from our earlier bouts all around the lips of my cunt and my clit. I just gave him a slutty smile and leaned further into the cushions of the couch, never taking my eyes off the screen. Two couples were going at it - the men fucking the women doggie-style while the women french kissed and played with each other’s tits. Watching the scene unfold in front of me, combined with my husband’s ever-talented fingers, brought me to an earth shattering orgasm. When I came back down, the wine was spilled all over the front of me and Don was staring at me with a gleam in his eye. “Does that kind of sex turn you on, Anna?” I laughed and crawled across the couch towards him. “You touching me, turns me on. Yeah.” He put a hand on my shoulder, effectively blocking me from crawling into his oh-so ready lap. “No - the movie. Does it turn you on?”
rtain about anything. Our first time with another couple had not included anything between myself and the lady, it just kind of worked out that way. Actually, that is how things worked twice more after that. My bisexual urges were getting stronger, the desire was definitely there.
Ale - we had wine with our lunch. By the time I called into work with some excuse about why I wouldn’t be back, we were about to drink the third glass of wine. Two sips into it, she suggested a bubble bath and some champagne at her home might be a pleasant way to spend the afternoon (which was one of those hazy, rainy afternoons made for just such activity). Think that was one of the fastest exits from a restaurant I’d ever done.
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