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Chance Encounter (Part II)

I heard the key card slide into the lock and the familiar beep that comes just before the internal mechanism starts to hum and churn to release the restraint that it holds on the door.

“Marcus” she whispered as she slowly pushed the door open.

I stood up from behind the desk and made my way toward Michelle as she came into view.  The door clicked as it closed behind her and she stepped forward into the room.  I was amazed by the beautiful woman that stood in front of me.  She had obviously spent some time freshening up.  Her lips were now covered in red lipstick and her nails were colored to match.  Her black hair almost touched her shoulders in the front and rose sharply upward across the back of her neck to form a wedge.  Her huge tits were still pushing themselves forward in her gray dress and her cleavage made for an inviting canyon onto which my gaze fell.  Her dress sat snugly against her body and I watched as her defined curves moved under the material while she walked across the room.  

“I was wondering if you were actually going to show up” I said.

“So was I” she smartly replied.

 

We made small conversation and I told her about the bartender making comments before I left and hurried to get a spare key from the front desk.  “He was hitting on me pretty hard before you sat down” she said.  I looked at her amazing figure, “Can’t blame him for trying” I replied.

“So where do we start?” Michelle asked.  “Well I need to get everything set up, you can sit in the chair and watch if you would like” I said as I lifted one of my bags to the bed and unzipped it.  I reached in and pulled out a tripod that I sat on the bed next to the bag.  I pulled out two light stands and as I was spreading out the legs she said “You really are a professional, look at all the stuff you have”.  “Yeah, believe it or not all of this is actually a job for me” I said back with a sly grin on my face.

I positioned the lights on the top of each pole and set them apart from one another and shined them toward the center of the bed from each corner.  I opened the tripod, attached my Nikon to the top of it, and set it squarely between the lights.  “Are you about ready?” I asked.  

Michelle stood from the chair and walked over to the side of the bed.  Her hand pushed down on the mattress.  She glanced up at me and asked “These pictures will stay private right”?  I looked up at her, “If you would like I can put them on a disc and you can take them with you when you leave” I replied.  I have a collection that holds the pictures of hundreds of strippers and models and although she was stunning; Michelle was quickly becoming another pretty pussy that was being added to the long list of photos I had already taken.

“Alright, where do we start?” she questioned as she sat down on the bed and positioned herself at the edge of the mattress between the glow of the lights and directly in front of the camera. 

“I’ll take a few of you sitting there fully dressed to get you comfortable and we’ll go from there.  You set the limits Michelle, just tell me when you are done or if things are making you uncomfortable and we can stop” I reassured her.  

“You might be surprised with how far I will go” she teasingly replied.

“I love surprises” I commented back as I moved toward the camera.

I touched her face gently and turned her toward the lens before snapping the shutter.  Her red lips curled upward as she smiled.  I began telling her how to hold herself, how to turn her body, how lift her shoulder, how to look down; each command came with a flash of light as her image was stored on my camera and into my mind.

“Alright Michelle, can you slide your dress down or does it need to come off over the top of your head?” I inquired.  “Your choice” she replied.  “Great, it will work best if you pull it down very slow.  I’ll tell you when to stop moving and each time I tell you to stop I’ll take a few shots, you just have to stop when directed” I told her.  “Works for me” she replied.

Her hands grasped the neck of her dress, spread it wide across her shoulders, and began to slowly pull it off of her body.  As I released the shutter she allowed the dress to fall further down and stopped when I told her to do so.  Her right arm came across her chest as she wiggled to get her left arm out of the sleeve.  “Look over your shoulder toward the camera” I said as I lined up a shot of her bare shoulder and beautiful face. 

She reached back across her chest with her left arm and in the same wiggling fashion pulled her right arm from the other sleeve.  With both arms free she held the dress tightly against her chest and I continued clicking away.  Michelle was a natural.  She slowly slid the dress down her chest.  Her cleavage was progressively revealed as the dress slipped further down.   “No bra Michelle?” I pleasantly asked.  “I had one on earlier today, guess it got lost on the way to your room” she said with a devilish grin.

She pulled the dress down until it was resting at the top of her tits.  I told her to stop, took a set of pictures, and told her to continue on.  The dress slipped over her tits and her hard pink nipples came into view.  Her tits were perfect.  They were the shape of melons and hung heavily in front of her.  Her aureolas were centered on each breast and her nipples stood straight out begging for attention.  She allowed the dress to fall to her waist and sat with the top half of her body fully exposed in front of the camera.  

“Cup each breast” I coached as her hands quickly did as she was told.  “Now raise your arms up and reach for the ceiling” I told her and again she did as instructed.  Her tits were amazing and as her body stretched they continued to sit perfectly in front of her.  “Are you doing Ok?” I asked.  “Oh yes, you just keep telling me what to do and get the best shots you can” she answered.

“Then let’s get you out of that dress” I told her.

She stood and slowly began to roll the gray material down her waist and to the top of her thighs.  “Keep going” I said.  Her hands grabbed tightly onto the dress and pulled it delicately downward.  “Stop” I demanded just as her pussy started to come into view.  “Spread your legs a little” I instructed as I pulled the camera off of the tripod and moved in closer to take pictures of her lower stomach.  Each time the shutter snapped I felt myself anticipating what was going to fill the viewfinder as we worked our way further down.

“Alright, keep going” I said.  She let the dress fall to her ankles and stood in just a pair of black stockings in front of me.  Her body was beautiful and her pussy was perfectly shaved, there was no stubble, no razor bumps, nothing but pure soft skin.  Her inner lips peeked slightly out from the center of her slit and her wetness made an obvious statement that she was getting turned on by our photo shoot.  I positioned myself below her and with the lens pointed at her womanhood I began to capture her most intimate parts.

“Spread your legs a little more” I whispered from behind the lens and Michelle did as I told her to do.  Her pussy opened slightly and her wetness became much more obvious.  I repositioned the lights and with the lens of the camera within a foot of her pussy I pushed the release as quickly as the camera could handle. 

“Good job Michelle, are you ready to sit down on the bed?” I asked.  

“Whatever you need” she said softly as she slowly sat down.

“Slide back, bend your knees and set your feet on each side of you”.  She did as I said.  Her pussy was perfectly framed between her thighs and her lips pushed out even further from the center of her slit to fill the view finder.  Her lips glistened from her juice and although I wanted to devour her right there, I resisted the temptation to bury my tongue between her folds.  I lined up the lights and went in for another shot of her beautiful pussy. 

I told Michelle to give her lips a tug and she fumbled with them as she tried to expose more of herself to the camera.   “I don’t want you to spread your pussy, just tug your lips and set them to each side of your slit” I instructed.  She tried again but continued having a problem with getting a good grip with all of the wetness that had started to soak her pussy.  “Why don’t you do it so you can get the shot you want?” she remarked.  “Are you sure?” I asked.   “Did I not just tell you to do it?” she replied back.

I set the camera down and gently took her right lip between my fingers.  She was soaking wet; much more than what I had originally thought.  I pulled her lip to the side of her slit and quickly grasped the other in my fingers to do the same.  “You have a very gentle touch” she said as she looked down at me positioned between her thighs.  With her inner lips sitting perfectly to each side of her slit I angled the lights, picked up the Nikon, and once again began shooting.

“Are you still doing Ok?” I asked.   

“Oh God yes, did you not just feel how wet I am?” she quickly replied.    

Wet was an understatement.  Her lips glistened from her juice and now her entire pussy was becoming covered in her sweetness.  “Leave your knees up and lay back on the bed” I ordered and Michelle again did as she had been told.  I centered her pussy in my viewfinder and took another series of pictures.

“Alright Michelle, as long as you are good with it I want you to put both hands on your pussy” I told her.  Without hesitation her thighs dropped further apart and her hands found their way to her glorious mound.  “Cross your thumbs and let your fingers rest on each side of your opening” I instructed as her hands instantly found their place and I began firing off more shots with the Nikon.  “Can you feel how wet you are?” I asked.  “Without a doubt” she replied.

“Go ahead and slowly rub yourself with one of your hands” I whispered.  Her right hand moved to the center of her thighs and slowly slid down her pussy and back up.  The second time she moved her hand down her slit her lips opened up and her middle finger slipped between them.  Her dripping wet lips pushed out on each side of her finger and she began rubbing faster.  I had to tell her to slow down so that I could get better shots but it was very apparent that she was having a difficult time with staying at a slower pace.

“I want you to show me your clit Michelle” was all I had to say before her hands moved to the top of her pussy and spread her slit open.  Her clit was pushing forward above her dripping wetness and begging for attention.  “Go ahead and slowly play with yourself” I told her and quickly her fingers began to move back and forth across her button.  I filled the viewfinder with the image of her wet pussy being gently rubbed and then instructed her to put a finger inside of herself.

Michelle did not hesitate and she plunged the pointer and middle finger of her left hand between her lips.  Her fingers rapidly disappeared deep into her eager pussy.  With two fingers inside of herself her right hand remained busy rubbing her clit.  Her wet lips wrapped tightly around her fingers and she began to pull them back and then push them into herself faster.  “Slow down” I demanded and once again she did as I had instructed.

Michelle pulled her fingers out of herself and spread her lips wide open.  Her entire pussy was drenched with her juice and her clit stood like an Olympic diver just waiting to jump in.  She continued to rub herself and pushed her fingers inside of her wetness before returning them to her clit to rub some more.  I stood fully clothed over her and took full body shots of this beautiful woman lying across my hotel bed while her hands magically worked her soaking wet pussy.

I pulled the camera away from my face and said “Roll over onto your stomach Michelle” and without hesitation she swiftly did as I had told her.  “Now slide down until your knees are on the floor and slowly open your legs” I said as I moved the lights and positioned myself behind her.

Her lips were drenched and without asking she gently arched her back while her legs opened up.  Her pussy was in full view and as it opened up slightly I moved in closer with the camera.  “Bring your hands back down” I instructed “just remember to go slow”.  As I told her what to do her fingers once again found her wetness and delicately spread her lips open.  She arched her back more and her pussy thrust outward toward the lens of the camera.  Again I pushed the shutter release as quickly as the Nikon could handle.

“Can you get yourself off in that position?” I asked.

“I prefer to be on my back so you can get a better view” she replied.

“On your back it is” I said as she started to roll over.

She pushed herself up on the bed and her hands instantly returned to her pussy.  She began rubbing her fingers up and down her slit and then with both hands she spread herself open.  I pulled the lights closer and crept forward between her stocking covered thighs with the Nikon clicking away.  She laid her pussy open and the viewfinder was filled with the image of her inner beauty.  With one hand holding her lips apart she returned the other to her anxiously awaiting clit and gave it some much needed attention.

Her ass began to lift off of the bed and I could see her muscles tighten beneath the stockings.  “Are you getting close?” I asked.  “God yes” she moaned out.  I slid back and moved the camera from in front of my face.  Her fingers plunged between her lips and as she began to move them in and out of herself they became soaked in her juice.  She began to rub her clit faster while she fingered her wetness.  Although I wanted to capture the entire show with my camera I could not help but stand there in awe.

“Here… I… go…” she moaned out between deep breaths.  Her body pushed down onto her hands and her thighs snapped shut as she arched her back and lifted off of the bed.  Her fingers remained in her pussy as she quivered under her own touch and she began to rock wildly up and down.  Her moan filled the room and with a shuddering release her orgasm took her over.  She relaxed completely and returned her ass to the bed.  Her fingers slowly slipped out of her pussy, her eyes opened, and she looked up at me. 

 

“How was that?” she asked.

“Perfect” was all I could say.

“Do you feel up to taking some pictures while I suck your cock and then have you fuck me?” she asked.

I most certainly did.  I looked down at the counter on my camera to see how many shots I had left before my memory card was full.  It was getting close and I knew I had to change cards if we were going to be taking very many photographs of my cock in her mouth or of us fucking.

“Let me change memory cards” I told her.

“Make it quick, I really want to have your cock” she said in a sultry voice. 

I turned to my camera bag and quickly began looking for another card.  As soon as I found one I opened the Nikon and replaced the card that was inside.  I turned back toward the bed and Michelle was sitting on the edge of the mattress.  Her stocking covered legs were spread open and as I walked toward her she said “You might want to set that down for a second, I owe you for what we just did”

I set the camera aside as I moved forward to get my payment.

A Chance Encounter (Part I)

I walked with a purpose straight across the lobby and made my way to what the Marriott chain must consider an upscale bar.  My hand reached up, grasped the heavy brass handle, and I gently pulled the glass door open.  As I walked in I gave the strap on my bag a tug and repositioned it.  I could hardly wait to get that hefty bag off of my shoulder and get a cold Bacardi in my system.

My gaze scanned the room.  Two senior citizens were sharing a table directly to the right of the door and discussing the menus they held in their hands.  A young guy in a black suit sat across the room clicking away at his laptop.  He had papers that were obviously critical to the project he was working on spread across the entire table and he thumbed through them frantically as he chewed heavily on the pen that was in his mouth.  Another man, perhaps one that had left his wife and kids at the pool, sat at the bar watching a basketball game on the overhead TV with a Stella Artois in his hand.  He was carefully lifting the bottle and pouring it slowly into a gold rimmed glass.  He had the appearance of a man that was enjoy the quiet moment and the chance to unwind without distraction.  And then there was her.

She was sitting alone toward the far end of the bar.  Her black hair was cut in a short wedge across the back of her head.  Her neck and shoulder were visible and her bare skin quickly disappeared into the folds of her gray cashmere dress.  Her dress fit her tight and she filled every corner of it out very well.  I could not help but notice how her large tits pushed the material forward or how easily her cleavage was visible from far across the bar.  Her legs were long and crossed and her dress clung tightly to the middle of her thigh as she sat high on the bar stool.  She had her hand wrapped around a glass that was filled with a pink drink and I watched as she lifted it off of its napkin, grabbed the straw between her fingers, gave the ice a stir, and brought the straw to her lips.  I looked around the bar again.  It took less than a second for me to figure out exactly where I was going to sit.

I pulled up a barstool that was two down from this beautiful woman.  I didn’t want to sit too close and have her think I was some kind of creep but I wanted to be close enough that I could engage her in conversation (and also get a closer look at her body).  As I sat down I sat my bag on the bar and removed the strap from my shoulder.  As I did she looked up from her drink.  Our eyes met and with her straw sitting between her lips she gave me a slight smile.

“Hi” I said as I gave a small wave with my hand.  She gave her hand a small lift and said “Hi” back.
As the bartender came over I filled my request for a Bacardi and Coke.  I could hardly wait to get a drink in front of me and I was hoping it would give me the courage to talk to the woman sitting two seats down.  The glass was cold, I gave the ice a stir, removed the straw, and in two gulps it was gone.  “Could I get one more of those?” I asked the bartender.  “Of course” he replied as he turned away and started grabbing the rum.

Her voice was sweet with sultry undertones and I was totally surprised to hear her say “Somebody must be thirsty”.  I turned toward her and she was looking directly at me, “Yeah, its been one of those days” I replied.  “I can relate, mine was a real bitch too” she said back.  “Well heres to shitty days being over and better nights being on the way” I said as the bartender handed me a fresh drink and I raised my glass in the air.  She smiled, she probably knew that my line was a flirtatious line of shit but humored me and said “I’ll drink to that”, as she raised her glass into the air as well. 

“Michelle” she said as she extended her hand.  I slid over to the barstool next to her, took her amazingly soft hand in mine, and stammered back “Ma… ma… Marcus”.  “Well nice to meet you Marcus, what brings you into such a crazy place?” she questioned as she glanced around the empty bar.  “Here for work” I said back.  “Me too” she replied.  And what is it that you do Michelle?” I questioned.  “I’m in business administration.  I flew into town yesterday for a job interview today.  Which I might add, was probably a waste of my time and money” she replied back.  “And how about you, what does Marcus do to keep the lights on?” Michelle asked.

I hate being asked that question and I know exactly where this is going to end.  I have improved my response over the years but eventually the true nature of my job comes out.  “I do webpage layout, development, and marketing” was my response.  I should have lied better.  I was waiting for her to ask how long I had been a geek.  I have had this conversation with dozens of women and I knew that if the conversation continued she would quickly excuse herself when we discussed the details of my job.  “Sounds interesting” was her response and she followed it with a question, “Good money in that”?  “Yeah, its decent” I replied back.

“Well heres to you having an interesting job” she said as she raised her glass in the air.  “And to you hopefully landing a new one” I said as our glasses met with a clink.  She pulled her straw into her mouth and with a loud slurp she found the bottom of her drink.  “Let me get your next one” I offered as I waved for the bartender to come over.  “Sure, why not?” she replied.  We carried on our conversation for almost an hour as she told me about her college experience, the man who had left her for another woman, and her challenge to find herself in the business world.

After a few more drinks and some deep conversation she finally asked, “So tell me Marcus, I noticed you are carrying a pretty large camera bag and when we first met I would have bet that you were a photographer but then you told me you are a computer guy.  Do you mind if I ask why a computer guy has to carry a big camera bag around instead of a laptop?”.  Here we go I thought, now she was asking the questions that would have her quickly excusing herself.  “I do all my own photography for the web pages I design” I started to explain.   “What is it that you photograph?  Cars? Buildings? People?” she asked.  “People” I replied.
She looked as if she was surprised.  “Really?  What kind of people have their picture taken for a webpage?” she asked.  “Well, adult people” I said back.  This amazingly beautiful woman that I had really enjoyed spending the last hour or so with was starting to ask the questions I had been asked before and was about to discover the true nature of my job. 

All I could do was tell her the truth.

“Do you use models?” she asked.  “Well yeah, you could say I do” I replied.

She returned to her drink and I returned to mine.  “Well I’m glad I met you Marcus” she said as her fingers began to clutch her purse.  This was it.  The only woman in the entire hotel bar and she was about to pick up her purse and walk away.  I searched for words that I could use to keep her beside me but I knew that the continued questioning would only push her away. 

“Would you be willing to take a picture for me?” she asked. 

This was not what I expected, she was supposed to get up and walk away.  “I need a good picture to put with my resume” she began explaining.  “You have a camera and the experience and I am wearing my favorite dress, what do you say?  Will you take my picture?” she was almost begging.  I was hesitant, “Gee Michele, I don’t have a back drop or anything to put behind you and we’re sitting in a bar, it really isn’t the best location for a portrait” I replied back.
 
“I don’t need perfection” she said.  “Come on, grab your camera” she begged again as she sat back in the barstool and gave her hair a flip.  “Fine” I said as I smiled, reached into my bag, and grabbed out my Nikon.  Her beautiful face filled the view finder as I began to push the shutter release. Click. Click. Click. With each release of the shutter she would move her head slightly.  “Think you have a good one?” she asked.  “Well I would hope so” I said as I opened up the review screen.  “Let me see” she said as she began to pull the camera out of my hands.

 Just as the camera was leaving my hand I looked down at the counter to see how many pictures I had taken.  346.  No, I just took 20 at the most.  It rapidly dawned on me that I had I forgotten to offload my memory card after shooting today.  How could I make that mistake?  “Here Michelle, let me review those for you” I quickly said as I realized my mistake and reached for the camera.  She gave me a smirk.  “I’m not an idiot, I know how to use a camera” she said as she began to run through the pictures.

I was done.  I knew I was just seconds away from her handing me the camera, perhaps slapping my face, and walking away pissed off.  Michelle’s finger continued to push the review button and as she advanced the images she would comment on each photo.  “Oh, I like this one… Oh my God, I was squinting… This one makes me look funny”, each photo of her came with a comment, and then the comments stopped.
She looked up from the camera and looked me in the eye.  I looked back at her and was waiting for the sound of the smack as her hand found my face.  She looked down and advanced to the next image.  She again looked up at me and raised an eyebrow before looking down again.  “I can explain” I said.  She just smiled, shook her head and continued to review my pictures.  “I do websites for call girls, dancers and anyone else that sells images of their bodies or of them having sex” I explained.  Michelle had a blank look on her face as she continued to review my pictures.

Finally she looked up at me.  “You do amazing work” she said.  “Your pictures are really erotic, they’re really, really, explicit, but they’re incredibly erotic too”.

Did this beautiful woman just tell me she liked my pictures?  Was I not just sitting in a bar taking headshots of her minutes ago to only have her now gazing at images of the folds of another woman’s pussy? 

“Thanks” I said as I tried to recall the last images I took that day and what she may have been looking at.  “Can I have my camera back?” I asked.  “Of course” she said as she handed it to me.  “Sorry about that” I said as an apology.  “Are you kidding me?  Those are amazing, I’m lucky to have seen them” she replied back.  I smiled at her.  She smiled back.  We both turned away from each other and faced our drinks while we sat in silence.

After what seemed like forever Michelle finally spoke, “Marcus, can you make any woman look as amazing as the one in those pictures”?  “I suppose I can” I said, “most of it is just proper lighting and camera angle”.  She sat further up in her seat and touched my arm as she turned toward me.  “Really?  You don’t think the model makes a huge difference?” she asked.

“I’ve shot a lot of pictures in my time and I suppose the model does matter a little bit but most of my pictures come from just knowing how to use the camera to take the picture” I replied.  Michelle sat back in her barstool, picked up her drink, and sucked the straw until her glass was empty.  “Can we get another round over here?” she asked as she sat her glass down and directed her questions to the bartender.
 
I was shocked that she wasn’t running away.  I asked myself if she had really just ordered us both another drink?  Obviously not everything about our chance encounter was going as bad as I had anticipated.  So many things were running through my mind as the bartender mixed fresh drinks and sat the glasses in front of us before he turned away. 

Michelle lifted her drink and once again pushed it up into the air.  She turned her entire body toward me and as I turned to join her in a toast I was shocked at what I saw.  Her crossed legs were now slightly open and it seemed as if she had lifted her dress up just high enough to offer me a view between her thighs that showed just the top of her stockings.  I was pleasantly surprised and slightly embarrassed for her as I quickly looked up to meet her gaze.  “To good times, new friends, and whatever the night may hold” she said as she thrust her glass toward mine.

Our glasses made the familiar clinking sound and we both pulled them away from one another and to our lips.  Michelle was looking past the rim of her glass and deep into my eyes as she slowly took a drink from her glass.  As we returned our glasses to their spots on the bar Michelle said “Marcus, do you think you could take a picture of me and make it look like the ones on your camera”?  I almost spit my drink out when she asked.  “What?” I asked as if I had not heard her correctly.

She looked from side to side and realized, with the exception of the bartender, we were now alone in the bar.  She leaned back in her barstool and allowed her legs to fall open.  Her right hand grabbed the seam on the front of her dress and she slowly slid it to the top of her thighs.  As her pussy came into view I could see her inner lips protruding slightly out.  “I want you take pictures of me like the ones on your camera” she said again, “do you think you can do that”? 

I was shocked and as I looked away from her pussy and back toward her eyes I struggled to find the right words.  I started to explain to her that those pictures took planning, and lighting, and a studio, and… “Shhh, grab your camera” she instructed.  I did as she said and lifted the Nikon off the bar.  She looked around the bar and as soon as she was certain that no one could see her she again lifted the front of her skirt.  “Now” she whispered as she pointed the lens of the camera toward her wetness and told me to take the picture.  The shutter released and she said “That should give you something to remember me by” as she pulled her skirt back down.

I was in awe.  This beautiful woman that I had known for less than an hour had just flashed her most intimate parts at me and demanded that I take a picture.  “Well that is not how I expected meeting you to go” I said.  Michelle smiled at me and with a wink she lifted her drink to her lips.  I set the camera down and did the same.

“Would you like to take some more pictures” she asked?  “Of course” I said, “but I don’t want to end up in jail for doing it”.  Michelle laughed and smiled at me again.  She finished her drink and stood up beside her stool.  “I’ll be right back, I need to make a run to the girl’s room” she said as she turned and began walking toward the back of the bar.  I sat back in total disbelief and picked up the Nikon.  I flipped the power on and went to the review screen.  There in front of me was the perfect picture of her wet lips resting against her dress as it laid tightly across the barstool leather.

I quickly returned the camera to the bar and it was none too soon because Michelle came walking back from her trip to the bathroom.

“Give me your room key” she demanded. 

“I need it to get into my room” I replied. 

“Stop at the front desk and get another one, unless you don’t want me to meet you in your room in 30 minutes” she said back. 

I grabbed my key and handed it over.  “422” I said as she took it from my hand and walked away.

I watched her amazing ass sway under her dress as she made her way out of the bar and across the lobby.  The bartender leaned beside me and said “I can’t believe you let her leave, she seemed like she was looking for some company”.  “Can’t win them all” I said as I finished my drink and asked for my tab.

Dare to Bare

Have to love waiting for a train

Some pictures from our original "Dare to Bare" adventure.

look for more to come in the near future as Dare to Bare II gets put together and underway.

She said "Slide it in"

"Hurry, get out of the car"

"Would you like fries with that"?

"Is anyone coming"?

"Take me for a ride"

She stopped me dead in my tracks

"Are you a swinger"?

Dare to Bare II

After our toy shopping experience they other day we laid in bed and had a conversation about things we have done in the past and would like to do again.  Her first choice was to relive a day we spent taking pictures of her flashing in public that I named "Dare to Bare".

"Dare to Bare" involved a road trip that took us across the state so she could flash at various locations.  I had put together challenges for her to accomplish with each location being more public and each dare requiring her to expose more of herself.  Each dare was placed in an envelope that contained the instructions for the amount of clothing she could wear, what part of her body she had to expose, how long she had to be exposed, and the location that we were heading to.  We started with her flashing her bra in our backyard and ended with her flashing her pussy and tits in public locations (McDonalds was one).

Well after our conversation I am now putting together a new "Dare to Bare" challenge for us to enjoy.  I have not determined our locations for the dares but have come across a Scavenger Hunt on a blog run by Curvaceous Dee that is giving me many ideas.  Of course now we'll have to figure out how to get our pictures up on her blog and get an award for posting there.

Keep us on your radar, we will update you with our ideas.  I will add the story of our first flashing experience in the near future.

The Sex Toy Experience

Our evening started out as an invitation to go out for dinner with another couple ("G" for him and "B" for her).  Dinner was how the evening started but it was certainly not where it ended.

Our friends had made reservations at one of our favorite restaurants so we were excited when they called and asked us to go along with them.  As always the food and the atmosphere were amazing and the offerings on their wine list are some of the best.

Good company of course makes a difference and the couple we were with are a blast to hang out with.  We shared appetizers, sampled each others wine pairings, and the girls shared an amazing chocolate dessert.

Once dinner was over we decided to go to a local club for some dancing and drinks.  We loaded into our friends minivan to make the drive and soon a casual talk about sexual experiences became a conversation about using sex toys and the best place to buy them.

We talked about buying toys online and agreed that there is always some amount of risk involved.  First you are buying something based on a picture.  "Is that rabbit vibe whisper quiet or so loud it will wake the children"?  We all agreed that many things are difficult to determine from a picture and there is not a seller in the market place that will always give an "honest" description when they are trying to sell a product.

We all agreed that when purchasing online you also have to wonder how an item will be shipped.  Bright packaging that has "Billy Bob's Butt Plug Warehouse" plastered all over it is not want you want in your hand when you run into your friends from the PTA.  Another complication we discussed was picking up an over sized package at the post office in our small town.  Any odd sized package comes with the standard list of questions and comments.  "Oh, what did you buy?", "I know what that company sells -wink, wink - hope you enjoy what you bought" or the dreadful "That is an awful big box from them, most people get smaller packages, why is yours so large?".

We told our friends that we had made a few purchases from Adam and Eve in the past (they had too).  The things we had purchased ranged from toys to videos to lingerie and we all agreed that our satisfaction had been as varied as our selection.  We laughed about the "discreet packaging" that most places offer and agreed that we all knew what the packaging looked like.  Pass any of us at the post office with a package that has "PHE" for a return address and we'll all tell you to have an exciting evening "wink-wink".

The girls have both attended the modern day version of the Tuperware party where "sexual enhancements" replace the storage potential of plastic products.  The parties are hosted at one of their friends homes and sponsored by a company such as "Slumber Party".  Of course these are "female only" parties and guys are excluded from the guest list.  We all felt that the women always seem to have a good time.

According to our wives packaging is not a concern with these parties because you can pick your order up from the hostess.  Both girls did say that one downside is that if you show an interest in something that is being displayed you can be certain that everyone at the party will know which items you were checking out.  We all live in smaller towns and agreed that the hostess (and perhaps everyone else at the party) would know what your fetishes were based on what you bought.

 As we were driving along we started to talk about buying sex toys from the adult toy store that is in the next town over.  This store is not "Lover's Lane".  It is a nondescript building with an "adult sex store" sign out front and nothing else.  They are clearly not marketing items to "make your love life better"; this store is the kind of place where people go to get items that "make fucking more exciting".  My wife and I had never been to this particular store (we are more the Lover's Lane type) but our friends said they had been on more than one occasion and that we should definitely check it out.

My wife spoke up first, "I say the club can wait, lets go now" was all she had to say for the course of the night to change.  The van changed direction and our conversation was about all of the things you could purchase at the store.  "They have everything" our friends explained, "Wait until you walk in the door".

They were right.  As we were walking through the door I could tell that we were in for a shopping experience that was not like any we had had before.  The store really did have everything.  The first thing displayed inside the door was dance wear.  By dance wear I don't just mean the sexy little outfits worn by strippers.  Those were there, but so were high heeled shoes, mufti-colored wigs, hanging mirrors, stripper poles, everything you needed to live out your stripper fantasy was available.

We made our way through the lingerie section and my wife and I were both shocked to learn that our mild and timid friend "B" had a leather corset at home (with matching spiked heels).  We were even more surprised when she said "I have to have something to wear when I tie "G" up and flog him".

As we walked out of the lingerie we made our way into the dildo section.  This store has every shape, color, and size of dildo that you can imagine (and some that you may not be able to imagine).  "B" grabbed a 10" black dildo from a rack and said "I have this one at home and I love it".

I was shocked by how open "B" was being.  My wife seemed more intrigued than shocked and it appeared that she was finding "B's" insight helpful.  I picked up a yellow, double-ended dildo and asked "B" "Any thoughts on the best way to use one of these?" she smiled and said "Of course, but I recommend the purple one, it has better ribbing".  "WHAT, did "B" just say that"?  I could not believe it came from her.  She touched my wife's arm and said "the ribbing makes it easier to grasp when you really get going".  

"B" was surprising us both and "G" just remained silent with a knowing grin on his face.  "B" played tour guide/saleswoman to my wife and I was beginning to wonder if "B" knew about some of the past experiences my wife and I have had.  Could my wife have told her about our fivesome that turned into threesome with "K"?  Did she know that we had discussed and dabbled in the swinging side of life?  Where exactly had the past "girlie" conversations between my wife and "B" started and ended?

We walked into a huge video section and I figured it was a good time to test "B" so I could find out if she had been told about our past experience.  I grabbed an orgy video and held it up for my wife.  "How about this one?" I asked.  My wife smiled and held up a video with two girls going down on a guy on the cover, "Thought this was more your style" she replied.  I looked at "B".  Nothing.  Not even a smile.  She simply walked over to "G" who was looking at videos in the amateur homemade section and they began having a private conversation.  Maybe they had no clue about what we had done in the past.  Maybe "B" just had a really good poker face.

We made our way out of the video section, past a wall covered in rabbit vibes, and into the high end vibrator section.  We have a drawer of toys at home and the most expensive is a rabbit vibe from Lover's Lane.  Not that we are cheap, we just never bought anything high end.  "B" was telling my wife about a Lelo vibe that she has at home and the two of them began grabbing different vibes off the shelf, turning them on, and discussing their power, softness, and how loud they were.  "G" had disappeared into the store and I was left with the two women as they discussed the Ovo Frontier.  My wife had become very fond of this little purple rabbit and after some group discussion about how great it would feel inside her while it teased at her clit we decided it was time for us to purchase our first high end toy.

With the Frontier in hand we cashed out and headed for the van.  "G" had purchased something and carried a bag in his hand as we climbed in the van.  Once we were backing out of the parking lot "B" opened the bag and pulled out a black leather flogger.  She turned toward my wife and I and said "I hope you guys don't mind but we want to skip going to the club".  We both said that would be fine with us.  "G" pointed the van toward their house and soon we pulled into their driveway.  I was starting to wonder where the evening was about to go.  Were we going to show off how well our purchases worked to each other?  We stepped out of the van and "B" made it clear what was going to happen next.

"Well "G" and I have a new toy to break in, would you guys like to go golfing tomorrow?" "B" asked.  "Give us a call" my wife said back.  That was it.  There was not going to be a demonstration.  We said our goodbyes and off to our car we went.  Once we got home the Frontier was put through it's first use (pictures with this story).  The wife enjoyed its power and she quickly had it plunging in and out of her pussy with its rabbit tip teasing her clit.  Although we would love to give you a review it has only been used once and it was in the heat of passion.  Look for a review in future posts.

Our first time with friends

 

Much like the stories in Penthouse our evening started out as just "another innocent evening".  We had met up with another couple ("L" for him and "R" for her) and had drinks at their house before piling into the car and heading out to a local bar for a night of partying.  This was nothing new; we do this all the time with this couple and have done it numerous times in the past.  When we arrived at the bar we found a group of other people that we know so we grabbed tables near them.  One of the people in the group was a younger (and recently single) girl that all of us had, at one time or another, made comments about.  Not only is she cute, she has a body that causes many of the guys (and girls) to comment on how they would like to get her in bed.

Our night rolled on with dancing and laughing while the drinks kept coming.  The entire group had become quite buzzed and our little corner of the party decided we should call it a night and get out of the bar before it got too late.  Our single girl friend (I'll call her "K") was also quite buzzed and asked if she could just catch a ride with us because she did not want to drive “in her condition”.  Regretfully we told her our car was at full capacity and that we weren’t going past her house.   "K" said she would be willing to sit on someone's lap and was OK with just staying the night and worry about getting home in the morning when she was sober and more capable of driving.

We all walked out of the bar together and climbed into the car.  My wife and I climbed in the backseat and "K" said "make room" as she sprawled herself across our laps.  "L" and "R" sat in the front with "L" stuck driving and "R" riding in the passenger seat.

I’m not sure how it started but my wife and "K" started to fool around with one another in a playful way.  First they were just making general comments about sex and my wife was quick to compliment "K" on her looks.  Conversation turned into mild grabbing as the girls complimented one another on their tits and gave one another a squeeze.  Tit squeezing turned into compliments about each others assess and some playful ass grabbing quickly ensued.  Eventually that made way for a conversation about how soft their lips were and they began kissing each other to compare.  The kissing started out as just playful pecks but soon it had become passionate tongue kissing.

All of this must have made "R" excited because she started to complain that she was “missing out on the kissing action”.  Always one to make light of situations, "K" leaned over the front seat and began to playfully kiss "R's" neck and grab her tits as we drove down the road laughing.

I have to confess that I was getting quite aroused.  "K" was bent over the front seat and her fine looking ass was right at face level while she leaned forward and kissed "R".  It was all but impossible to not stare at the show that was starting to take place and my mind was racing with thoughts of what I would like to do.

Laughing as she leaned forward, my wife reached up between "K's" thighs and she jumped as my wife’s hand slid up her inner leg and went to her pussy. “Hey, someone is grabbing my ‘gine” she burst out as she turned over to get away from my wife’s eager hand.  This was a mistake on her part.  My wife took advantage of the situation and "K’s" awkward position and buried her face into the crotch of her jeans.  The laughs rolled out and the playfulness continued until we eventually pulled into our friend’s driveway.

We climbed out of the car and went into the house where more drinks were poured and more laughs were had.  All of us had a huge buzz going.  Although I can’t recall the entire conversation; I do know that it was heavily laden with sexual undertones that my wife must have found enticing.  I don't know exactly when or why but I do know that at some point during the conversation my wife’s hands found the front of my jeans and started rubbing at my cock.  She was certainly getting “frisky” and I was shocked when she tugged my zipper down and pulled my cock out in front of the entire group.  Don't get me wrong, we are pretty open with our nudity and this was a group we are close to and had been skinny dipping with on numerous occasions but her actions were much more than a dip in the pool and caught me totally off guard.

With my cock sticking out of my zipper my wife dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped her hands firmly around my cock.  Everyone was sitting on counter tops or leaning against cabinets as she opened her mouth and pulled my cock between her lips.   She began sucking slowly and everyone was making comments as the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth.  I couldn’t believe my wife was kneeling down in the middle of our friend's kitchen and sucking my cock in front of some of our closest friends but I didn’t mind being the center of that kind of attention either.  The entire time she was sucking my cock laughter rolled out from everyone in the room.  As I think back I would say it was probably nervous laughter because we all knew that all the playfulness that started in the car had just turned into something much more serious as the excitement was building.

"L" and "R" cut my exhibitionist blowjob short and their statements were the reason that my wife released my cock from her hot wet mouth.  "We're going up to our bedroom" they said as they left the kitchen and took off toward the stairs.  My wife pulled her lips from my hardness, pushed my glistening cock back into my jeans and said “don’t leave me out” as she got off her knees and took off after them.  I was left with a throbbing cock that was carelessly pushed back into my jeans, my zipper was open, and "K" (who was just watching me get my cock sucked) was standing directly in front of me.   "K" looked me up and down and stood there with a devilish grin on her cute face.  I smiled at her and said ”I should probably be making my way upstairs as well" as I continued to push my cock further into my jeans and fumbled with my zipper.  "K" smiled back at me and said “Bet I can get there before you” as she turned and ran quickly toward the stairs.

"K" and I got to the bedroom door at the same time and were surprised when we reached out for the knob and found that it was locked.  We could hear the laughter inside as my wife and "R" talked loudly about "L's" cock being out of his pants the way mine was in the kitchen.  After a minute or two of their comments and "K" and I saying we were going back to the kitchen to "talk about whatever came up" my wife finally came over and unlocked the door.  We burst into the room to find "L" sitting on the side of the bed with the front of his pants undone and "R" at his side.  Strangely I did not wonder what had been going on before I came into the room but my wife did not hesitate to walk back over to the bed and sit down next to our friends.  We all laughed about them locking me and "K" out of the bedroom and I was quick to mention that I would have let her"K" finish what my wife had started had they not unlocked the door.

There is a haze around exactly what took place next.  I believe "K" climbed onto the bed and was bouncing around saying something about playing strip poker or doing anything that involved getting naked.  I'm not sure how she missed it but my wife and "R" had already taken the initiative in that matter and had once again opened the front of "L’s" jeans only this time they made certain that his cock was completely out.  My wife seemed to ignore everything else that was going on in the room and as "L's" wife held the base of his cock my wife lowered her mouth over the head and plunged down on his hardness.  She pulled her lips up and again pushed his cock into her mouth as she began to work the length of his shaft.  I recall watching her mouth wrap around his cock as she worked him from the head to the base and I remember thinking “My wife is sucking someone elses cock” but I never had a jealous thought or an ounce of concern.

My wife pulled "L" from her mouth, wrapped her hand around his cock, and began stroking him.  She turned toward "R" (who had a hand cupping her husband’s balls) and slowly kissed her on the mouth.  "R's" hand found its way into my wife's shirt and she began to rub her tits as their kiss became more passionate.  My wife broke the kiss, pushed her tits forward into "R''s" hands and then quickly dropped and positioned herself between "L's" thighs again.

We all watched as my wife once again took "L’s" cock into her warm wet mouth.  Doing so was the catalyst that sparked off the rest of the night.  Having the night start with my wife sucking my cock got things going in the right direction and her devouring "L''s" cock was certainly the event that pushed us to the next level.  Watching her eagerly drop back down between "L's" thighs and pushing him deep into her mouth for the second time is what inspired us all to get involved.

In a matter of seconds the girls were pulling their shirts off and I was seeing not only my wife’s tits but the tits of two of our friends as well.  It didn’t stop there.  Soon all three of the ladies would be sliding their jeans off and I would be getting my first look at their pussies as well.  Shaving has obviously gained a foothold with the crowd we hang out with.  My wife has completely shaved her pussy for a long time.  I also knew that "R"  had her pussy shaved from past conversations and a glimpse or two on a late night swimming excursion.  I had never saw "K" topless, let alone completely naked, but she too was shaved (except for a 1/2" wide landing strip).  Obviously all three of them had decided at some point that shaving was the way to go (and I agree).

As the clothing was coming off the ladies I too undressed and climbed onto the bed with the rest of the group.  I could not believe that I was climbing into a bed with three naked women (and another guy) but I was certainly not going to miss out on this experience.  Besides, it didn’t take a math whiz to figure out that the males in the room were outnumbered by the females and the pile of clothes on the floor made it very obvious where this evening was about to go.

I pushed my wife back on the side of the bed and started to lick her pussy.  After removing her clothes "K" had started to cat crawl up the bed and she was now crawling across my wife's body.  I looked up from my wife's pussy just in time to see "K's" pussy lips being spread open while "L" plunged two fingers between her lips and deep into her pussy.  "K" wiggled on his hand, pushed back onto his fingers, and then pulled him out of her as she continued her crawl.

My wife reached up and stopped her once she had crawled across her chest and gotten dangerously close to her face.  As "K" straddled my wife's face I could see the wetness on her pussy lips and found myself wanting to taste her.  My wife must have wanted it too and her first bisexual experience started when she pulled "K" down and plunged her face into her pussy.

"K" let out a gasp and accepted my wife’s tongue as it began to lick intensely at her pussy.  She reached down and spread herself open with both hands while she pushed herself further onto my wife's mouth.  Finally my wife wiggled away from me and rolled "K" onto her back.  I was behind my wife and staring past her ass as I watched her fingers plunge into "K’s" pussy.  Her tongue was slipping back and forth across "K's" clit and she would suck at her wet lips and pull them into her mouth.  Watching my wife devour "K's" wetness left me wanting to taste "K" as well and I knew that this was something I had to get involved in.

I slid in beside my wife and we took turns licking madly at "K’s" wetness.  My wife’s fingers were moving in and out of her dripping lips as I sucked her clit.  I placed my fingers beside my wife's and we worked deep into "K's" pussy together while we shared her sweet juice.  "K" was gasping between moans and saying “I don’t know who is licking my pussy right now but it feels fucking amazing” as my wife and I took turns sucking on her lips and licking her clit.  I moved along side of "K" and began licking her nipples and rubbing her tits while my wife continued to finger and lick her pussy.  My cock was near my wife's mouth and she must have taken that as her cue to give me some attention as she began to alternate between tasting "K's" sweetness and sucking my cock.

I had almost forgotten that that there was anyone else in the room with us until I glanced up to see "R" tongue kissing "K" while my wife alternated between devouring her pussy and sucking my cock.  My wife had gotten up on her knees to aid in switching between the two of us and positioned herself with her ass in the air.  I looked across my wife's back and saw "L" kneeling behind her with his gaze fixed on my wife's ass and what had to be an inviting wet slit.  I could tell that he was thinking about sliding his cock inside of her and I pulled my hand from our friend's tit and gave him the “OK” sign.  I returned my attention to "K's" tits, pushed my mouth to her chest, and gave her nipples some more attention.

"L" never made his way into my wife and somehow I ended up on my back with my wife’s lips sliding up and down my cock and "K" straddling me in a reverse cowgirl fashion with her pussy sitting inches from my face.  I reached up, grabbed her ass, and pulled her pussy down to my mouth.  My tongue thrust inside of her as I spread her lips.  I made my way to her clit and licked madly at it.  She was wiggling and laughing as my wife left my cock and worked her way up "K's" body.  She took her tits in her hands and licked her nipples before moving up and locking her lips onto hers as their tongues intertwined. 

I could feel the heat coming from my wife’s wet pussy and reached down to push my cock inside of her.  She was dripping wet as I thrust deep inside of her.  My wife and "K" continued to tongue kiss one another while I continued to thrust my cock deep inside my wife.

Both of the girls were moaning as I thrust my cock into my wife and pulled "K" down to my face.  "K" was grinding her pussy down on my mouth while my wife rocked against my cock.  I felt my wife’s hand come down to the pussy I was eating and her fingers spread "K's" pussy open while I licked madly at her soaking wet opening.  I released my grasp around "K's" hips and let her pussy lift from my face.  With her hotness just inches from my face I watched as my wife spread her lips further open and plunged two fingers into her dripping slit.

I looked away from the amazing sight of my wife fingering "K's" pussy and saw that "l" and "R" had left the bed and were sitting on the floor watching the show that we were putting on.  I didn’t spend but a second looking at them and quickly returned my gaze to the sight just inches from my face.  My wife lifted up and pulled herself off of my cock.  She pulled "K" from my face and laid her down on the bed so she could once again bury her face into her wet slit.

I again positioned myself next to them and again began to lick "K's" nipples.  I felt "K" starting to quiver.  My mouth engulfed her tits and I could hear my wife slurping on her pussy.  "K's" entire body tensed and she pushed herself upward as the shaking became stronger.  My wife continued to lick and suck her pussy and "K" yelled out as she exploded from the pleasure that the two of us had been giving her.  "K" fell back to the bed as soon as her orgasm ended and she began to squirm her way out from under my wife.  She tried to pull away but my wife was insistent on having her pussy on her tongue.  "K" pushed her feet into the mattress and continued to pull her pussy away from my wife.  Once she was completely free she quickly rolled away from my wife's eager tongue and tried to slip off the bed.

Just as "K" was about to slip completely off the bed I grabbed her in my arms and laid her back on the pillows.  Her tits were glistening from being in my mouth and her nipples were as hard as two diamonds.  She looked up at me and as our eyes met her thighs slowly fell open.  Her pussy was dripping wet and her lips were covered with a shine of pleasure.  As her inner lips became more visible and her beauty slipped open my wife’s mouth instantly found its way back to her sweetness.

I could hear my wife slurping at her soaking wet pussy as "K" and I continued to look into each others eyes.  I moved forward and placed my hands on her thighs, slowly spreading her further open for my wife to devour again.  The slurping continued and my wife was eating her pussy like she had years of experience.  "K" simply gave into the pleasure and leaned her head back and enjoyed the pussy eating my wife was giving her while I leaned over them watching.

I could no longer hold back my desire to be inside of "K" and pushed myself further between her thighs.  I lifted one of her knees over my shoulder and began inching my cock closer to her pussy.  "K" must have known what was on my mind and what was about to happen next because between gasps and moans of pleasure she looked at my wife and asked “Are you OK with this”?  My wife pulled her face away from her wetness only long enough to say “Yes” and went right back to devouring "K's" pussy some more.

As I moved forward my wife gave one last slurp to "K's" soaking wet lips and then moved up her body.  She worked her way past "K's" nipples and did not stop until they were sharing her wetness in a passionate tongue entwined kiss.

I reached down and gently spread the lips of "K's" soaking wet pussy open so that I could easily enter her.  I slid forward and as the head of my cock touched between her lips she stopped kissing my wife and asked again “Are you sure you’re OK with him fucking me”?  I stopped moving forward and waited for her response.  My wife glanced up at me, looked back at "K", and just as the head of my cock was feeling the warmth and wetness of her inner beauty she said “I’m very sure” .

That was all I needed to hear and with my wife’s permission I slowly pushed the head of my throbbing cock between her lips and into the warm wetness my wife had created.  "K's" heat surrounded my cock and tightened around me as I pushed myself forward and deeper inside of her.  My wife whispered to her “He has a nice cock doesn’t he?” as I pulled my cock almost completely out of her.  The head of my cock was sitting between her lips and she replied “yes he does” before I slowly pushed my way back between her lips and deeper into her pussy.

My wife broke their kiss and asked “Do you like his beautiful cock?” and “Yes” was all that "K" could say between her rapid breaths before my wife dropped to her chest and began licking her nipples.  My wife’s hand worked down "K's" stomach to her pussy and she began to rub her clit and spread the lips of her pussy while I continued to slowly plunge my cock in and out of her.

I gently fucked "K's" pussy while my wife continued to work her way down her body until her tongue once again found her clit and began licking her madly.  The visual show going on in front of me was extremely arousing and my wife, knowing that I love the sight of a spread open pussy, spread "K’s" pussy lips further apart so I could watch while I sunk my cock into her.

For a second "K" and I locked in another gaze while I fucked her and I could feel the pleasure in her gaze.  She broke our gaze, laid her head to the side, and finally gave in completely to the mutual pleasure that my wife and I were giving every inch of her pussy and body.

I picked up the pace and began thrusting my cock deeper and harder into "K's" dripping wet warmth.  "K" squirmed underneath me as I began to give her the full length of my cock and she began moaning in obvious satisfaction with every thrust.  Me fucking her must have been knocking my wife in the head because she removed her mouth from "K’s" soaking wetness and returned to her tits.  “Are you really sure this is OK?” "K" asked my wife.  “I’m very sure, just lay back and enjoy that great cock” my wife replied back.

I pushed "K's" knees down to the bed and forced her thighs further apart while I began to fuck her harder.  I could feel my orgasm getting closer and "K" must have felt my cock growing harder too because she looked up at me and said “Don’t cum inside of me”.  As soon as I said “I won’t” I felt my orgasm flow through me as I pulled my cock out of her dripping slit and released my load.  My wife’s hand quickly wrapped around my soaking wet cock and pumped every last drop out of me and onto "K’s" stomach as I shuddered in completion.

As quickly as it had started it finished.  My wife wiped my cum off of "K's" stomach with a towel and gave her pussy one last lick before we all rolled off the bed.  "L" and "R" were still sitting on the floor snuggled together watching the live sex show that had been taking place on their bed and as we climbed off we all got dressed and left the room to head back downstairs.

My wife, "K", and I ended up back in bed together later in the evening but nothing became of it.  We actually slept (although I was trying to get round two started by grabbing "K's" hand and pushing it toward my wife’s pussy).  I was hoping to see my wife laid out on the bed with "K" between her thighs.  I wanted to sit on the floor like "L" and "R" had done and watch as these two beautiful women pushed each other over the edge again.  Regretfully it didn’t happen.

Yes, this is a true story.  Some of the details are fuzzy because we were all quite drunk but the things I have wrote about did take place.  It is the in-between stuff that I cannot recall.  I am not certain when "L" and "R" left the bed and I cannot recall them ever being overly involved.  I do know that all three of the girls were making out at one point and there was a great deal of pussy rubbing going on (not sure who was rubbing on who the entire time but there was always a hand on someone’s pussy).  I also found out after the fact that "L" and "R" left the bed because "R" had her monthly visitor.  There is no way to tell now if my wife would have been willing to be fucked by another man or to know how I would have felt about it.  I’m pretty sure I would be OK with it as long as we were together.

Since that night we have never revisited the group sex scene nor had another threesome.  It was a onetime deal and the occasion has not presented itself since.  My wife and I survived it but we are a very strong couple.  The wife says she did have some anxiety about it after the fact but has not said either way if she would like to try it again.  Was it worth it?  I think so.  I mean come on, how many people get the chance to lay in bed with three good looking naked women and experience a small slice of swinging in their life time?

We did!

 

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