First time wife Swapping.
We had been married for almost ten years when the subject of swinging or wife swapping as it was more commonly known then, first arose. The ‘seven year itch’ took us a bit longer to get around to but I suppose that was like sex in general with us two. Neither of us were wildly sexually experienced before we met although in terms of sex with each other we more than made up for it once we did get together. Of course stories about partner swapping etc used to heavily feature in the top shelf magazines I used to bring home and my wife D used to eagerly devour the tales of casual sex with others where no one ever seemed to get hurt and all parties thoroughly enjoy the set up.
Things came to a head when in a post coital moment she asked me did I wish I had sowed my wild oats a bit more before we met each other? She has asked this before but I had enough sense to either answer in the negative or deflect the question. But just for once I said yes I do but if I had perhaps we may never have met in the first place or at least if we did , it might not have been so special. She smiled at this and I turned the question back onto her. “Well I am curious” she said “ although it is a bit late now. But I’ve always wondered about swapping with another couple. You know, it’s better than having affairs and things getting messy”. I have to say I was well taken aback by that. Talk like that was normally in the heat of the sexual moment and this kind of statement was not something I had heard before from her.
I think for guys it is always a lot easier as maybe we are more genetically programmed to ‘spread it around’ as it were. For the ladies, the ‘nest builders’, it is a slightly more complicated scenario. Anyway this whole subject was left hanging in the air for a while until one day she brought home a copy of a buy and sell paper that was around at the time. She had heard a girl in the office laughing about the personal adverts in it. Now we had been used to the guy seeks girl ads or vice versa but what had escaped our notice was that couples seeking other couples had started to advertise in it much to the amusement of the girls in the office. Remarks about trading their hubbies in to get a younger faster model etc.
Of course when D got home she began to read out some of the adverts to me but in reality they all seemed to be much of a much ness although it bring phrases that we hadn’t properly considered before. Same room swap. Separate room swap. Fem bi ( now that didn’t float our boat at the time but it would in the future ) Bareback ( not for us at the time either ). O levels. A levels. DP. It seems we had a lot to learn. One couple did catch the eye who lived about 30 minutes drive from us. Attractive ( aren’t they all ) experienced ( well no one ever made a deal out of claiming inexperience ) Always willing to meet first timers to ‘guide them’. They could accommodate too which was important to us. “We should give them a ring” I suggested. “Well why don’t you D suggested. I suppose emboldened by the pre meal glass of wine I had taken I rang the premium number and left a message with our number asking that they ring after 9 as the nippers were normally tucked up in bed by then.
Ten past nine the phone went and on the other end of the line was Ben and we chatted briefly before the girls spoke with each other. It was a bit awkward at first but we agreed to meet the following Friday evening for a get together to see if we wished to take things further. We met at a pub roughly half way between us and knowing what cars we each drove it was quite easy to spot them in the car par park. Ben and Sara were mid forties. Attractive, certainly without being drop dead gorgeous. They were very easy going and spoke candidly and in a very matter of fact of their swapping hobby. They had been introduced to swinging by a couple they had met on holiday. It was the usual tale of too much booze and things getting a bit out of hand. The couple they had played with swapped regularly and had been doing so for a number of years. They only found this out later from them when they met up again before the holiday ended. They kept in touch with each other when they got back and met a couple of times before they asked if they would like to meet up with some friends of theirs who were swingers also. Gradually they built up a a group of regulars they played with but they were always on the look out for ‘fresh meat’ as they called it. Hence the advert in the paper and arious other publications thatt they told us about.They suggested to us that should we be willing to go ahead and take things further separate room swapping might be best. It’s a little bit more intimate and leads to less nerves they advised.
The drive home after this meeting was one I’ll remember. I suppose it was the old protective instinct kicking in when I said that I wasn’t sure about all this. D listened for a while and said “Look. No one get’s hurt here. We meet up and if you like it. Great. If I like it. Great. If one of us doesn’t like it well we both don’t do it again and that is that. At the end of the day it is only sex. And once we leave the bedroom that is.” I suppose that straightened me out. It was just sex and just a bit of harmless fun. It’s not as if either us were sneaking behind each other backs cheating on partners was it. D was always far more practical than me and now when it came to swapping partners she was no different.
We rang Ben and Sara the following evening and we arranged to meet at their place the following Saturday afternoon. The rest of the week had me in a state of excitement, anxiety, call it what you will. D just breezed through it. Come Saturday afternoon off we went, both freshly showered and shaved. D wearing stockings and suspenders under her skirt as she had noticed Sara was wearing at the previous meet in the pub. On the way there she asked me had I brought any condoms with me? In the mild panic I had been undergoing all week I had forgotten and so we picked some up on the way. We arrived at their house shortly after 2pm and Ben met us at the door looking smart casual and smiled as he looked D up and down. He shook hands with me and gave D a quick peck on the cheek. It struck me then that pretty soon he would be enjoying far more of D’s body in much more intimate way. In fact, in the most intimate way possible.
Sara was in the kitchen. Short black hair, slim build but pert boobs squeezing out of a tight white blouse complimented by a black pencil skirt. She smiled at me making a comment about us both looking great. We sat making small talk over a coffee and us both being new to all this wondered at what point ‘the action’ might start. In fact how will it start? As it was it was all rather matter of fact. “Well, there’s no point in hanging around here all day , shall we go upstairs? Sara, you can have the main bedroom and we’ll take the spare”. D grinned and beamed at Ben saying “ you’d better show me the way”.”I fully intend to” he said at which D throatily laughed. Sara followed them upstairs and on the landing we all gave our respective partners a quick kiss before getting down to the business in hand.
To me this was almost like an out of body experience. I could hear D laughing in the next room and then it went quiet. I was kissing Sara and squeezing her boobs through the flimsy material of her blouse and lacey bra. Her nipples were already erect and she shivered as I gently squeezed them. Meanwhile she expertly unbuttoned my shirt and trousers and before long had me totally naked. Sitting on the edge of the bed she cupped my shaven cock and balls and began to suck my cock almost slavering over it. Down to her stockings and sussies I gently fingered her shaven pussy which was already very wet. She carried on wanking and sucking my cock when looking over my shoulder I saw Ben walking into the room. Stark naked, an impressive erection bobbed in front of him. Sara gave a slight look of annoyance at him as he said. “ Sorry. I forgot the condoms as he reached into the bedside drawer. “ Enjoy yourselves” he remarked as he left the room. “ Good God. “ she said. It makes you wonder who supposed to have all the experience here!” I laughed and Sara lay back on the bed brazenly splaying her shaven pussy lips for me. Reaching into my pocket I slipped a condom on and slid my cock into her welcoming haven. Not being used to condoms ( it was years since I had worn one - the days of first going out with D) I found the de sensitising nature of them an advantage. If I was going bareback I doubt if I would have lasted more than a couple of minutes fucking Sara. As it was I was able to fuck her in a variey of positions before, having her from behind she reached her first orgasm as she rubbed her clitty. Her squeals of pleasure were different from D’s more gutteral cries as we heard orgasm a short while later from the next room. Once her climax had subsided Sara ripped my condom off and half wanked half sucked me off as my orgasm built. Arching my back I could feel the spunk almost pulsing out of me to appreciative gasps from my sex partner. “ Wow! You pack a load of spunk “ she laughed and we cuddled each other before going to the bathroom to clean up. We were to be joined by D and Ben who were also looking to do the same . D looked sultry and so incredibly sexy. Spunk on her tits and body, her pussy gaping and a beautiful look of raw sexuality in her eyes. I kissed her before Sara pinched me on the bum and muttered something about ‘Come on fella, I haven’t finished with you yet”.
We continued where we left off which was just as well as Ben and D had similar ideas. Sara began by reaching into her bedside cabinet producing a vibrator which she used on herself while sucking my cock. She then made me lie on my back as she impaled herself on my cock using the tip of the vibe on her clitty for added pleasure. It didn’t take her long to cum again which I know Dee commented on in the next room as she later told me.
We chatted for a while Sara revealing how much she loved what she called her ‘swapsies’. She couldn’t believe the number of her female work colleagues who regarded sex as a chore where as for her it was a never ending garden of delight and discovery. I gently caressed her as she talked finding her conversation such a turn on. Meanwhile I could hear D in the next room announcing the fact she was about to cum again before sounding as if she was very much doing that. I was already erect as Sara , lubing her bum with some KY jelly made it obvious exactly where she wanted my cock this time. Slowly and gently at first I built up a rythym as she slid her vibrator up her cunt. I could feel the vibrator almost as if it was being placed directly against my cock which was a fantastic sensation. I could feel that Sara was tensing as if she was about to launch into a huge orgasm as my strokes up her arse became more and more urgent. Just at the point I lost total control and spunked deep into her arse she almost convulsed into a shattering orgasm swearing the place down as she did. A strange calm descended and she purred as I held her, my now limp cock sliding from the spunk filled condom and her arse. We both agreed that it was a fantastic cum and she said how delighted she was to take my swinging cherry. I agreed there was a hell of a lot to be said for recreational sex.
Meanwhile Ben and D were still at it in the other room and arms around each other we stood in the doorway and watched. My wife was lustily riding his cock as he tweeked her nipples and she rubbed her clitty. We voiced our encouragement as she came once again. Dismounting from Ben without even giving me a cursory glance, pulled his condom off and began to greedily suck and wank him as looking directly, into my eyes as he spunked his load all over her tits.
Looking back it was a great introduction to recreational sex. Ben and Sara’s idea about doing separate room was a sound idea. Jealousy, pressure to perform or such other issue didn’t rear it’s head. We had both enjoyed it and in a sense it was a relief to get the ‘first time’ out of the way, enjoyable as it had been for the pair of us.
We did meet with Ben and Sara a few times after this and they introduced us to some of their friends so I suppose we were passed around in a very nice way, not that we were complaining!
Things came to a head when in a post coital moment she asked me did I wish I had sowed my wild oats a bit more before we met each other? She has asked this before but I had enough sense to either answer in the negative or deflect the question. But just for once I said yes I do but if I had perhaps we may never have met in the first place or at least if we did , it might not have been so special. She smiled at this and I turned the question back onto her. “Well I am curious” she said “ although it is a bit late now. But I’ve always wondered about swapping with another couple. You know, it’s better than having affairs and things getting messy”. I have to say I was well taken aback by that. Talk like that was normally in the heat of the sexual moment and this kind of statement was not something I had heard before from her.
I think for guys it is always a lot easier as maybe we are more genetically programmed to ‘spread it around’ as it were. For the ladies, the ‘nest builders’, it is a slightly more complicated scenario. Anyway this whole subject was left hanging in the air for a while until one day she brought home a copy of a buy and sell paper that was around at the time. She had heard a girl in the office laughing about the personal adverts in it. Now we had been used to the guy seeks girl ads or vice versa but what had escaped our notice was that couples seeking other couples had started to advertise in it much to the amusement of the girls in the office. Remarks about trading their hubbies in to get a younger faster model etc.
Of course when D got home she began to read out some of the adverts to me but in reality they all seemed to be much of a much ness although it bring phrases that we hadn’t properly considered before. Same room swap. Separate room swap. Fem bi ( now that didn’t float our boat at the time but it would in the future ) Bareback ( not for us at the time either ). O levels. A levels. DP. It seems we had a lot to learn. One couple did catch the eye who lived about 30 minutes drive from us. Attractive ( aren’t they all ) experienced ( well no one ever made a deal out of claiming inexperience ) Always willing to meet first timers to ‘guide them’. They could accommodate too which was important to us. “We should give them a ring” I suggested. “Well why don’t you D suggested. I suppose emboldened by the pre meal glass of wine I had taken I rang the premium number and left a message with our number asking that they ring after 9 as the nippers were normally tucked up in bed by then.
Ten past nine the phone went and on the other end of the line was Ben and we chatted briefly before the girls spoke with each other. It was a bit awkward at first but we agreed to meet the following Friday evening for a get together to see if we wished to take things further. We met at a pub roughly half way between us and knowing what cars we each drove it was quite easy to spot them in the car par park. Ben and Sara were mid forties. Attractive, certainly without being drop dead gorgeous. They were very easy going and spoke candidly and in a very matter of fact of their swapping hobby. They had been introduced to swinging by a couple they had met on holiday. It was the usual tale of too much booze and things getting a bit out of hand. The couple they had played with swapped regularly and had been doing so for a number of years. They only found this out later from them when they met up again before the holiday ended. They kept in touch with each other when they got back and met a couple of times before they asked if they would like to meet up with some friends of theirs who were swingers also. Gradually they built up a a group of regulars they played with but they were always on the look out for ‘fresh meat’ as they called it. Hence the advert in the paper and arious other publications thatt they told us about.They suggested to us that should we be willing to go ahead and take things further separate room swapping might be best. It’s a little bit more intimate and leads to less nerves they advised.
The drive home after this meeting was one I’ll remember. I suppose it was the old protective instinct kicking in when I said that I wasn’t sure about all this. D listened for a while and said “Look. No one get’s hurt here. We meet up and if you like it. Great. If I like it. Great. If one of us doesn’t like it well we both don’t do it again and that is that. At the end of the day it is only sex. And once we leave the bedroom that is.” I suppose that straightened me out. It was just sex and just a bit of harmless fun. It’s not as if either us were sneaking behind each other backs cheating on partners was it. D was always far more practical than me and now when it came to swapping partners she was no different.
We rang Ben and Sara the following evening and we arranged to meet at their place the following Saturday afternoon. The rest of the week had me in a state of excitement, anxiety, call it what you will. D just breezed through it. Come Saturday afternoon off we went, both freshly showered and shaved. D wearing stockings and suspenders under her skirt as she had noticed Sara was wearing at the previous meet in the pub. On the way there she asked me had I brought any condoms with me? In the mild panic I had been undergoing all week I had forgotten and so we picked some up on the way. We arrived at their house shortly after 2pm and Ben met us at the door looking smart casual and smiled as he looked D up and down. He shook hands with me and gave D a quick peck on the cheek. It struck me then that pretty soon he would be enjoying far more of D’s body in much more intimate way. In fact, in the most intimate way possible.
Sara was in the kitchen. Short black hair, slim build but pert boobs squeezing out of a tight white blouse complimented by a black pencil skirt. She smiled at me making a comment about us both looking great. We sat making small talk over a coffee and us both being new to all this wondered at what point ‘the action’ might start. In fact how will it start? As it was it was all rather matter of fact. “Well, there’s no point in hanging around here all day , shall we go upstairs? Sara, you can have the main bedroom and we’ll take the spare”. D grinned and beamed at Ben saying “ you’d better show me the way”.”I fully intend to” he said at which D throatily laughed. Sara followed them upstairs and on the landing we all gave our respective partners a quick kiss before getting down to the business in hand.
To me this was almost like an out of body experience. I could hear D laughing in the next room and then it went quiet. I was kissing Sara and squeezing her boobs through the flimsy material of her blouse and lacey bra. Her nipples were already erect and she shivered as I gently squeezed them. Meanwhile she expertly unbuttoned my shirt and trousers and before long had me totally naked. Sitting on the edge of the bed she cupped my shaven cock and balls and began to suck my cock almost slavering over it. Down to her stockings and sussies I gently fingered her shaven pussy which was already very wet. She carried on wanking and sucking my cock when looking over my shoulder I saw Ben walking into the room. Stark naked, an impressive erection bobbed in front of him. Sara gave a slight look of annoyance at him as he said. “ Sorry. I forgot the condoms as he reached into the bedside drawer. “ Enjoy yourselves” he remarked as he left the room. “ Good God. “ she said. It makes you wonder who supposed to have all the experience here!” I laughed and Sara lay back on the bed brazenly splaying her shaven pussy lips for me. Reaching into my pocket I slipped a condom on and slid my cock into her welcoming haven. Not being used to condoms ( it was years since I had worn one - the days of first going out with D) I found the de sensitising nature of them an advantage. If I was going bareback I doubt if I would have lasted more than a couple of minutes fucking Sara. As it was I was able to fuck her in a variey of positions before, having her from behind she reached her first orgasm as she rubbed her clitty. Her squeals of pleasure were different from D’s more gutteral cries as we heard orgasm a short while later from the next room. Once her climax had subsided Sara ripped my condom off and half wanked half sucked me off as my orgasm built. Arching my back I could feel the spunk almost pulsing out of me to appreciative gasps from my sex partner. “ Wow! You pack a load of spunk “ she laughed and we cuddled each other before going to the bathroom to clean up. We were to be joined by D and Ben who were also looking to do the same . D looked sultry and so incredibly sexy. Spunk on her tits and body, her pussy gaping and a beautiful look of raw sexuality in her eyes. I kissed her before Sara pinched me on the bum and muttered something about ‘Come on fella, I haven’t finished with you yet”.
We continued where we left off which was just as well as Ben and D had similar ideas. Sara began by reaching into her bedside cabinet producing a vibrator which she used on herself while sucking my cock. She then made me lie on my back as she impaled herself on my cock using the tip of the vibe on her clitty for added pleasure. It didn’t take her long to cum again which I know Dee commented on in the next room as she later told me.
We chatted for a while Sara revealing how much she loved what she called her ‘swapsies’. She couldn’t believe the number of her female work colleagues who regarded sex as a chore where as for her it was a never ending garden of delight and discovery. I gently caressed her as she talked finding her conversation such a turn on. Meanwhile I could hear D in the next room announcing the fact she was about to cum again before sounding as if she was very much doing that. I was already erect as Sara , lubing her bum with some KY jelly made it obvious exactly where she wanted my cock this time. Slowly and gently at first I built up a rythym as she slid her vibrator up her cunt. I could feel the vibrator almost as if it was being placed directly against my cock which was a fantastic sensation. I could feel that Sara was tensing as if she was about to launch into a huge orgasm as my strokes up her arse became more and more urgent. Just at the point I lost total control and spunked deep into her arse she almost convulsed into a shattering orgasm swearing the place down as she did. A strange calm descended and she purred as I held her, my now limp cock sliding from the spunk filled condom and her arse. We both agreed that it was a fantastic cum and she said how delighted she was to take my swinging cherry. I agreed there was a hell of a lot to be said for recreational sex.
Meanwhile Ben and D were still at it in the other room and arms around each other we stood in the doorway and watched. My wife was lustily riding his cock as he tweeked her nipples and she rubbed her clitty. We voiced our encouragement as she came once again. Dismounting from Ben without even giving me a cursory glance, pulled his condom off and began to greedily suck and wank him as looking directly, into my eyes as he spunked his load all over her tits.
Looking back it was a great introduction to recreational sex. Ben and Sara’s idea about doing separate room was a sound idea. Jealousy, pressure to perform or such other issue didn’t rear it’s head. We had both enjoyed it and in a sense it was a relief to get the ‘first time’ out of the way, enjoyable as it had been for the pair of us.
We did meet with Ben and Sara a few times after this and they introduced us to some of their friends so I suppose we were passed around in a very nice way, not that we were complaining!
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