my first encounter with swingers

So, as Christmas doesn't look as much fun as it should be, I thought I'd share a few of my experiences from more relaxed times.


A while back I'd met up with a lovely couple, Jack and Freda (not real names of course) and after the prelim meeting in a pub on neutral ground (I said this was going back a bit!) where we shared some things we were mutually interested in trying out, we'd agreed to meet one night at their place. Jack was straight and slim, Freda was 5'8", brunette, sensual and shall we say slim but buxom.


I arrived promptly, it was dark, raining a bit, and I'd parked a way from their house to maintain an element of discretion. Jack and Freda welcomed me in and after I'd taken my damp coat and shoes off, we all sat in their open plan dining / sitting room. Jack set a few house rules. In this case, condoms for sex till we get to know you better, no pain, stop if we tell you things are getting too much. Nothing too difficult.


To start things off, the lights were dimmed a bit, and Jack and I sat at opposite sides of a large oval oak dining table, and Freda, in a nice blouse, loose skirt and I'd assumed tights, slipped underneath it. The table was such that we couldn't see what Freda was doing under it. On Jack's encouragement, he and I both removed our bottom half of clothing, you know, socks, trousers, tangas/boxers and I was pleasantly surprised as a warm hand grasped my manhood and started to stroke it backwards and forwards. I could tell that in turns Jack was receiving the same treatment.


After a few minutes things suddenly got a lot more interesting as my balls were being stroked and I felt a warm wet mouth surround the end of my stiffening member. Clearly Freda was getting stuck into business and was good at getting a chap's attention. I was feeling a bit warm at this point, and Jack and I divested ourselves of the remains of our clothing so we were completely naked.


I stood up to move my discarded clothes out of the way a bit, and Freda emerged from under the table. What a transformation. From under a prettily dressed outfit, Freda had revealed a gorgeous black lacy lingerie ensemble, with quarter cup bra, exposing a pair of full breasts and matching cleavage, open crotch briefs, lacy suspender belt and stockings which went all the way up her legs to her soft furry pussy. Well if I'd thought my cock was hard from her attentions under the table, I'm afraid the sight of her sexy body and those smooth round perfect buttocks threatened to blow it's top off.


Freda stood upright, twirled, and came to stand enticingly right in front of me. She snuggled teasingly against my chest and straddled my erection and that's when I'm sorry to say, I broke a house rule. There was a sofa in the middle of the room, and I span Freda round so that gorgeous ass was facing me. I bent her forwards over the back of the sofa, so she had to use her hands on the seat of it to stop going over completely. This of course meant her ass and that soft, and now very wet pussy were right in my line of fire. Jack was stunned and didn't move quickly enough.


I penetrated her easily, and she eagerly tried to push against me each time as I thrust into her. Her stockinged legs were straining to reach the floor as I pounded into her to the extent that the sofa was nudged across the room floor with each stroke. We were soon going to run into a wall. It couldn't last of course, and as we both reached our climaxes we shuddered to a shared orgasm. I pulled Freda off the back of the sofa and stood her upright in front of me and then I realised that I'd forgotten a condom. Ooops! Still it meant that I could lick our juices out of her sopping wet pussy and get her ready for more.


Which maybe I'll tell you about in a future blog........

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