Thursday Afternoon Fuck

When I heard the motorbike pull up outside I knew that my next lover had arrived. Matthew had ridden a road bike from interstate, over 1000 kilometres, to meet up with us. MM had spent weeks organising this adventure - our first for some time.

We’d told our staff that we “were leaving early as family was visiting” as we walked out of the office at midday. That gave us just enough time to prepare a hasty lunch, choose a wine and set the scene. I opened the gate to a gorgeous 44 year old spunk, lean and smiling, dressed in his biking gear...instantly wet! Matthew was indeed a fine looking man, and as lunch progressed we learned not only that he was a threesome virgin, but his secret fantasy was a male-male experience...he wanted to suck MM’s cock.

“It’s something I’ve thought about for a long time, and I was happy to come all this way to experience sex like this. I don’t want to die wondering...”

No problem....MM is always happy to oblige.

Matthew was nervous, he was gulping his wine to settle his nerves, but he knew he wanted to do this. To him we were experienced swingers, he was inquisitive about it all so we shared stories about how wonderful the “swinging scene” has been for us: the like minded people we have met, the beautiful friendships which have formed and the wonderful parties we have attended and how it seems and feels so natural, normal as well as liberating.

Wine is a wonderful leg-opener, and the spa always gets the action started.- when Matthew stripped off his cock was pointing at the ceiling (the fact that I had stripped off first and was stepping into the bath before him probably helped..), and when all three of us were in the water, and after the usual small talk and nervous “what do I do next?” moment, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. We kissed deeply as I gripped his cock, occasionally stroking it gently, occasionally pumping it less gently. He was getting bolder, rubbing his hands over my whole body while MM caressed my toes, MM viewing the unfolding scenario with that slightly crooked smile and glazed eye look that emerges when I am about to fuck another boy. He really seems to love the voyeuristic thrill of it all.

It was during an interval when Matthew had left the bath for a quick dip in the pool that I started sucking MM’s cock as he stood before me. We both noticed that Matthew was looking through the window intently at what was happening, and soon rejoined us to offer his cock to me for the same treatment. Now sucking two cocks at once can be difficult, but it’s amazing how creative I get in these situations.
Matthew eventually decided that his moment had come and he descended to his knees taking MM’s cock in his hands and slowly pushing it deep into his mouth. MM was very happy.

It was Matthew who suggested that the spa experience had run its course, so it was on to the bed. By this time Matthew had lost all his inhibitions, and as I leaned forward on my knees to suck MM’s cock again, Matthew licked and sucked my arse and cunt with huge enthusiasm. He turned out to be quite a stud. He fucked me for a long time, in many different positions, taking turns occasionally with MM. At one point, when I was on top, I felt MM’s cock against my dark star...he assured me that he was well lubricated, and after the initial pain/pleasure feeling of him filling my arse, we introduced Matthew to the art of double penetration...another first for him!

Much later, Matthew introduced a nice toy: a vibrating cock ring which he had picked up at Sexpo. As he fucked me with this gadget around the base of his cock, I could feel some wonderful tingling against my clit. I’m not a real sex toy fan, but this was terrific. MM had his turn with the toy, and he was very impressed, so impressed that he broke the ring as he came all over my arse.

Matthew took over again, and in the doggy position, he fucked me for his tumultuous finale...except he didn’t come. He sounded like he was coming. He felt like he was coming. Apparently (MM said later) he looked like he was coming. Afterwards he explained:

“I’ve trained myself, through living alone, and with lots of masturbation, to experience a kind of orgasm without ejaculating. While I was fucking you I could feel these amazing electric shocks, which were making me shudder, up and down my spine, but I was able to keep myself from coming.”

Awesome..

Darn shame he lives so far away. Matthew was with us for about 4 hours only. We’ll probably never see him again. It’s part of the game.

But he can come again any time...I really liked him.

We received a text message an hour later: “Thank you both very much. That was exactly how I had imagined the experience.”

Sweet Surrender

We went to bed last night just a little drunk after a quick drink with the neighbours turned into couple of bottles of wine on relatively empty stomachs. Friday night is cocktail night, often martini night - MM is the king of martinis - so being tipsy at bedtime is a fairly regular occurrence at the end of a work week. Tease that I am, I murmured to MM as we spooned ready for sleep:

“Wanna fuck?”

I was only half serious.

It’s just that alcohol turns me into a slut, so I get a bit naughty when pissed. I was really tired, and MM is someone who likes his sleep, so I was surprised when I felt that familiar bulge pressing into my buttocks. His remark: “are you wet?” is our equivalent of foreplay when we’re tired. Like the old joke about married foreplay: “are you awake?”

“Dunno” I said.

A quick check with his fingers confirmed that I was indeed wet, not wet enough to be completely ready (it takes a bit more than that for a girl), but wet enough for MM to push his way inside me. We hadn’t had sex for a week or so (period interlude) so he was particularly horny, and we fucked in the spooning position, with him holding and rubbing my tits hard with his free hand. One of our favourite positions is spooning with MM wrapping his arms around my body, holding each tit in his hand and using them as leverage for deep hard thrusting. It was brief and explosive, but a great way to ‘decompress’ after a long week, and relax into a deep sleep. MM was still inside me as we drifted of....

Flashback to Chad again:

It got easier. We had three beautiful encounters with Chad. Each time getting a little more experimental, all of course to satisfy the men’s fertile imaginations and wishes. The times got sexier and sexier.

I pride myself on my cock-sucking ability. I’ve always put a lot of energy into this part of my sexual repertoire, and Chad got his share. The spa continued to be the leg-opener for the next couple of times, the benefit being that the boys and their equipment were nice and clean, suckable, ready for my mouth. Chad spent a lot of time sitting on the side of the spa while MM (who had by this time introduced himself to cock-sucking as well) and I worked on Chad’s cock with our warm mouths and tongues. Then we would towel off and resume fucking on the bed.

I was so horny for these threesomes by this time I couldn’t wait for Chad to finish massaging MM, so I had to start our playtime by sucking MM’s cock while he was on the massage table. On the previous occasion, when Chad had massaged me as well, it was MM who couldn’t hold back, and while Chad had surreptitiously worked his hands down from my neck area and started massaging my tits, MM slipped his head between my legs and licked me crazy (neither MM or I wore knickers during our massages).

At our last meeting, it was straight into it...no spa. I was totally ready. I was already naked by the time the boys got to the bedroom, lying on my back with my legs spread wide apart. MM opened the lips of my cunt with his fingers to guide Chad’s cock into my swollen and wet pussy. He fucked me in a number of different positions while MM stroked me and himself, occasionally reaching down to where Chad and I were joined to feel the wetness and to squeeze Chad’s cock as it slid in and out.

It was MM who suggested double penetration. I had abandoned myself to the moment, so I didn’t protest when they manouevred me on top of MM lying on his back, while Chad pressed his hard cock against my arse. I find anal sex painful to start so it took a little while, and some patience, for Chad to work his cock into my dark star (he has a fairly thick cock), but once he was inside, I relaxed a little.

I was no longer a dp virgin!

Anal sex is pleasure and pain...“it’s a fine line between...” you know the song. Its intense, it makes you hot, my body shudders with pleasure - but my moaning comes more from pain than ecstasy! The key is to surrender - not to the man, but to your body so that you can enjoy it. It’s a little masochistic for me. Which is ok because sex in all its forms is an experience.

MM was having a ball, and later said it was the most intense feeling he had had inside a woman, having Chad filling my arse, his cock pressing and rubbing directly onto MM’s cock. MM couldn’t move, but Chad did, gentle strokes in and out of my arse. The sensation was too much for MM, and it wasn’t long before he came with deep shudders, pumping his juice into the deepest part of my sex.

Chad jumped off, gave his cock a quick wash, and came back into me with the glazed eyes of a man taken completely by lust. He fucked me with a passion, he fucked me like I like to be fucked, he fucked me until sweat poured off him, he fucked me until he came himself, mixing his juice with MM’s, deep inside me. I love that feeling so much, that of BEING FUCKED.

I thought that would be it, but no - MM has a passion for ‘cream pies’ - eating my cunt when it is full of another man’s sperm (although he likes the taste of his own as well). Thus I was treated to the luxury of being able to lie back, relax and enjoy more attention.

Chad was always in a bit of a hurry. Being a good looking guy he of course had a beautiful girlfriend who had started to wonder why it took so long to massage his sunday client. Inevitably this led to an end to our games, and soon after Chad disappeared completely from our lives for 18 months .

I had grown to really like Chad, and I found myself looking for him everywhere when I was out and about in town. I hadn’t yet learnt how to separate my feelings from playing. For me, sex before swinging always seemed to mean that you ‘had a relationship’ with the man, and I found myself being quite smitten by him. I had to learn how to separate love from sex.....it all adds to the dynamics of entering the swinging scene.

Although all of this delicious raunchy sex with Chad didn’t bring on an orgasm at the time he was fucking me, my morning kapow! moments were becoming more regular.

My Two Boys

kapow!

Apparently I have fucked 23 different men in the past 3 years, even though I’ve been married for 5 years. It’s not me keeping count, it’s my husband - he’s the one who has organised all these encounters....I call him My Manager.

Flashback : a sunday about 3 years ago...

Eleven thirty on a sunday morning is perhaps an unusual time for a life-changing experience. I found myself in a spa bath with two naked men. One of them was of course My Manager. The other man was Chad, our regular massage therapist.
There had been a lot of sexual pressure leading up to this moment. My Manager’s endless fantasy had been to have a threesome (had wet dreams about it for years apparently), and he’d been working for months on our massage therapist as the prime and willing candidate. Every Sunday he’d relate to me in detail the suggestive comments and conversations he’d had with Chad while he was having his massage.

I have to admit the possibility excited me. It was actually nice to know that Chad fancied me and that he was sexually attracted to me. Chad is a gorgeous looking younger guy with a well cut body. Initially I probably felt he was “out of my league”, so for him to have been interested in fucking me was quite a thrill.

But it also threatened me. Could all this sexy talk actually become a reality? In my wildest dreams I never really thought it would, or that I would actually go ahead with it. Sure, sometimes I’d make sexy remarks just to turn My Manager on, without any intention of acting out any of his favourite fantasies.

I was never a person who had what you would call sexual fantasies. Sexual fantasies were a man thing. Sexual experiences, on the other hand, seemed to just happen to me, not from my instigation, but usually because of the circumstance I found myself in at the time. I still don’t ever think sexy thoughts like “oh wouldn’t it be such a turn on if we did it in the sand dunes” or “let’s pick up a guy in the evening take him down to the beach, fuck him and leave”.... it’s not me. But somehow these things just happen. Well, the truth is, My Manager orchestrates it to happen. Which is one of the things I disliked about entering the ‘lifestyle’, the world of the swinger. Swinger sex is rarely spontaneous; its planned, premeditated and prepared, so therefore I couldn’t make excuses to myself like: “oh it just happened”, or “I must have been pissed”, or some other reason to justify my ‘bad behaviour’. I was part of The Plan, and willing or unwilling participant, I had to own my own actions! That was a struggle.....

Now back to the spa action:

I had to be led (dragged?) down to the bedroom. The spa had been filled. We’d had a couple of glasses of champagne, the ‘leg opener’ as My Manager would say. I felt like a little girl. I knew what was going to happen, it was naughty but I couldn’t say no. Not now. Would I get in trouble? I was feeling kinda modern and groovy, but shy and frightened all at the same time. The champagne helps. I’ve never had a problem being sexy and having sex. I’m not embarrassed about my body either, so I had no body image problem to get over. It was the ‘catholic thing’.

To break the ice, My Manager volunteered my services for a return massage on Chad’s shoulders, while he massaged his feet and lower legs. So Chad was in a kind of sandwich between my legs and My Manager’s legs, getting rubbed top and bottom. Chad’s hands had begun to stroke the inside of my thighs, and the higher he stroked, the wider my eyes became. I was starting to feel extremely horny by now. I could vaguely see My Manager making hand signals to Chad as he reclined slowly back onto my chest. Kissing seemed like the natural thing to do then, so we did. Occasionally I’d glance furtively at My Manager, and I could see the gleam in his eyes...his fantasy was becoming a reality!

What happened next was quite a shock, as I was completely unprepared for it. Chad reached forward suddenly, placed his hands under My Manager’s bum, lifted his body above the water line, and took his very very hard cock deep into his mouth (I was to learn later that these two guys had discussed bi-curiosity as well...my god). I think My Manager was a bit shocked as well, but he certainly didn’t complain, and after a moment started to smile widely. I took the momentary break in action with me as an opportunity to sit on the side of the spa to cool down and get my breath.

Chad turned. “That looks very tasty” he said, eyeing my open legs and divine fulcrum. Hmmm, maybe champagne is a ‘leg-opener’ as I made no attempt to close them like a good girl should. He dog-paddled forward and started licking and sucking my cunt lips. This was feeling better all the time.

Now at a certain point in situations like this, and given that water is a lousy lubricant, one is compelled to dry off and get serious. Our spa / bed relationship is a very close one, so it didn’t take long to dry off (well, most parts of our bodies at least) and get back into some serious kissing and cuddling on the bed. By now I really wanted Chad. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted both of them to fuck me. And they did. The curious thing was that I did not feel concerned or self-conscious about being watched by the man who is my husband while another man fucked me. In fact it heightened the whole experience.

In the end, it was all very sexy and a lot of fun! Weird, because it felt so natural. Throughout I didn’t really know what to say or how to act. It was like we were in a soft core porno movie.

I did have an orgasm from this. Not during any of the fuck-session though. The morning after, in the early morning, I was dreaming, I can’t remember the dream, but I woke up desperately having to press my clit, pressing on my throbbing clit and having a “kapow” moment . That’s exactly what it felts like: “KAPOW”. Wow, it woke me up with such power, my clit was throbbing, I was hot. God, it was sensational. It was fantastic to know that this experience was tapping into my subconscious and getting deep into my inner self, bypassing all the programming and blockages, opening up my heart so that I could have an orgasm.

But how do I consciously bypass those blockages and allow myself to consciously reach orgasm? How do I overcome a lifetime of non-orgasms so I could feel like a real woman?

So, our quest begins.