Going Swinging - 7

There was no doubt that both D and I were very happy after the session with Phil. Our sex life was amazing now and we both talked about what had happened, what we wanted to happen and, especially, how we could get D involved without upsetting and losing Phil, who I confess, I was, sexually, very attracted to. We talked it over and decided that, next time Phil had me, always assuming he would, I would ask him if he had ever been in an mmf 3some. I would say that it was something I quite fancied. If he seemed keen, then I would say that I had a good idea that D wanted one too, and would he, Phil be interested if I suggested it to D. I would say that I wouldn't tell D about Phil until he agreed. I was a bit unsure about this plan but couldn't think of anything better, other than just coming clean and going for it, so I agreed.
I didnt hear from Phil for a few days after our session in the hotel and was beginning to think that maybe he had just enjoyed the 'one of' with the easy, eager wife, and would let it go now. I'm glad to say that I was wrong. Soon, he phoned and told me he had been busy with work but could manage some time at lunch if I fancied going. Oh yes I fancied going for a ride at lunch time with him. Damp in my knickers again! Damn, the pair I was wearing was a bit old and a bit big so just before lunch time, off they came, and into my handbag. Now fingers crossed and legs anything but, I waited for lunchtime. He picked me up and we drove to a secluded field, where he parked. Soon I was laid flat in the passenger seat with my legs open wide. Phil had his mouth round my naked boobs and his hand caressing my thigh, steadily moving up. I remember hearing him gasp when his hand got to my wet knickerless fanny. I think I smiled a bit to myself. I looked at him and saw that he was looking down at where his hand was stroking my slit. God I hope I looked good for him. I put my feet up on the dash and spread even wider, or so I hoped. His fingers went up me, one, then another and after a few seconds...bloody hell, three! His head was back down so his tongue could work on my nipples and his fingers were doing me....I started humping them back. Oh yes babeeeeeee. There I was again, juice pouring down from my orgasm, over his fingers and down onto my behind. I know I slumped onto the seat after having tensed up so much when I had cum. His left hand round my shoulder played with the softening nipple of my left tit, and his mouth was nibbling around my neck and lips as he asked me if I had enjoyed it. I could barely say yes...let alone tell him how simply great it felt. I felt his fingers slide out and he lifted them to mouth.
'Here babe' he said 'taste your lovely cum'
I rememer sucking his fingers, my eyes closed as I cleaned my cum off his fingers with tongue.
I thought afterwards what it would have looked like if anyone had looked in through the windscreen. Some semi-naked slapper with her skirt round her waist, her knees wide apart and her feet on the dashboard..her tits and hairy (but nicely trimmed) fanny on open view. Todays special offer !
'Well babe' he said 'we really should be getting back I guess' No cock for me today then!
'What about you? You need taking care of too' I argued. 'Quick, unzip your trousers and put your seat down'. Whilst he did that I adjusted my seat up a bit and got my old white knickers out of my bag...they would actually come in useful for something. He lay back and I reached over and pulled his little briefs down. His cock sprang up to attention and I got hold and started to wank him. He closed his eyes and worked his cock through my fingers. It was very wet on the top. I twisted round and leaned over and bent down on to it....slowly into my mouth. Oh hell, that was getting me going again. I sucked him for a few minutes then wanked harder and faster. He was groaning and getting nearer. My knickers were at the ready to catch the inevitable load of his spunk....and it wasn't long before he arched his back, grunted loudly and came. I covered his cock with my knicks...just in time.....
As we drove back I went into the mmf routine. This is where it went a bit adrift. 'Yes' said Phil 'I've had 3somes with my mate and his partner, and I'll ask him if he will join us if you want.' What could i say? I had already said I wanted a 3some, and other than saying I didn't want his mate, I was a bit stuck. Hell, now what? Back at work this kept running through my mind. How would D react? Should I even tell him? I knew really that I could never do it without him knowing, so that evening I related the session in the car and D had his usual horny reaction. After it, he asked me if I had mentioned the 3some and I told him the whole story. Well, I had nothing to worry about. D loved the idea and told me that watching 2 men have me was even better than watching one. Phew!! However I was also starting to have doubts. What had happened to me over the last 2 or 3 weeks? I had gone from being a steady faithful (well, almost) wife to being a complete slut, or so it seemed. This was not like me at all BUT I was loving the sex, the attention, the orgasms, oh god yes...those mega-orgasms. Had they been like that when D and I had been at it way back? I didn't think they had, and maybe it was the thrill, the naughtiness that was making them seem so wonderful. Anyway, I was kind of involved now.
Phil didn't take long to make the arrangements and within 2 days it was fixed up that me, Phil and Tony would be meeting that saturday afternoon at Tony's. OMG I was shaking inside now....butterflies in my stomach and that tingling in my fanny, which seemed almost permanently damp now. D was his usual encouraging self, again planning what I should wear and talking through with me what to, and particularly what to do if I wasn't happy with anything, which basically amounted to...get dressed and leave if they wouldn't stop...and even worse, get on my mobile and phone D. Oh heck, what had I gotten myself into? However, as you might expect, by lunchtime Saturday I waited by my car for Phil to arrive. I was dressed in a low cut blouse without a bra, a shortish skirt and underneath were stockings and suspender belt, and very tiny black knickers. I had my 'fuck me' shoes on again. Phil arrived and I got in. He drove us both to Tony's, talking away and being very relaxed, while I was wound up like a clockspring. (More in part 8)

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