It started on a Tuesday. Our sex life had been on point lately, and we kept taking it to the next level. Watching porn together. A blow job on a golf course. Live chats online. So that Tuesday, we were texting about what was next. What could we possibly do next to take our sex life to the next level? What could we do to bring our relationship to the next level? It was taboo. It was a secret. It was a crazy idea. But we did it. We joined a swinging site that Tuesday.
The Couple That Caught Our Eye
The messaging started immediately. It was hot. Pictures were coming in left and right. Sexy pics were everywhere. And man, were we turned on! The conversations between my husband and myself were incredible. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be looking at profiles with my spouse discussing who we would like to watch the other have sex with.
Over the next few days, we continued to chat with many people. While there were many couples we were interested in, one specific couple caught our eye. They seemed pretty interested as well, and we started making plans to meet up. My husband and I ended up being in their town for work events, so we already had a hotel booked. How convenient, right?
They told us they did not play on a first date. I think that is a great rule and we respect it. But we were ready to have our first experience. We have learned that communication is huge in this world, so we were upfront. We did not want to just meet up and have dinner. We wanted to have dinner, and I wanted to have his dick in me. I wanted my husband to be inside her. Well, they did, too.
The Dinner Date
I met my husband at the hotel that Wednesday. We both showered, shaved, and cleaned up. I wore a silky black tank top with no bra on. It was low cut, and my nipples were barely visible through the thin fabric. We drove to the restaurant to meet this couple in silence. I think we did some small talk, but not much. Was I nervous? I think maybe a little, but not as nervous as I thought I would be.
We walked in and saw them immediately. We hugged and introduced ourselves awkwardly. He was wearing a button-up shirt, and she was in a sundress. Both of them were even better looking in person. I looked at him and thought, “This man is going to fuck me tonight. And my husband will be sucking those big tits later.” We ordered drinks and food, and we really started to jive. They talked to us about this lifestyle. It was a very upfront and raw conversation. We finished our meals, and it got to the end. The conversation started to go awkwardly quiet. He said, “Now, the awkward part of the night — do you guys want to do this? Do you want to go back to the hotel?” Without hesitation, my husband and I both said, “Yes.”
Now We Were REALLY Hungry
They followed us to our tiny hotel room. We discussed our boundaries and rules, and I told the man to take the lead. And did he ever take the lead! He grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him, his mouth hungrily on mine. He sat on the bed, and I stood in front of him. She walked over to my husband, who was sitting on the other side of the bed. She started kissing him softly. He took control of me and laid me forcefully down on the bed. He was on top of me, grinding and kissing me. He pulled my shirt up and rubbed and sucked my tits. I could feel his massive erection under his pants. I looked over and saw that she was in nothing but her underwear, and my husband was doing the same thing to her. Good.
He slid my shirt over my head and my pants off, leaving my panties on. He moved them over and slid his fingers in me. I was wet, so his fingers slid in and out very easily. I was a bit lost in the moment, but I do believe my husband was now fingering her. He took the rest of his clothes off, and we were hot and heavy.
I grabbed his cock and stroked it. He went down on me while she was sucking my husband’s dick. I got up so I could do the same to her husband. I sucked his dick hard. He grabbed me again. Forcefully, yet gentle. He kept asking if I was okay with a grin on his face. I told him that I was, and he started kissing me again. My panties fell off. I was now on top of him, sliding his dick right inside of me. He was not penetrating me yet; I was just slowly riding him. I put my hand behind my back and jacked him off as he was sliding in and out of the outside of my pussy. My husband was in the same position as him. He was on his back, and she was now on top of him. I reached over with my other hand and jacked him off as he was grinding on her. I rose up so I could take all of his cock in, and I slowly started fucking him. I used my hand to guide my husband’s cock inside of her.
So, at this point, we were all fucking. Kissing. Hungry. He grabbed my nipples. Sucked them. We were both riding our men. Okay, not our men, but each other’s men. She and I started rubbing each other’s tits, and then we were full-blown making out. This was a first for me. We were kissing hard. Passionately. My husband and I were feeling up the same chick. My husband was feeling up two women at a time. Hands were everywhere. She started to suck my tits. I was really hoping this was making my husband even harder.
Now, there were hands and tongues everywhere as we were riding the men hard. She put her attention back on my husband, and I focused back on my guy. I was riding hard. So was she. My husband came all inside of her. I started to ride him in a way I know gets me off. I came. In one swift movement, he picked me up and flipped me over so he was now on top of me. He asked where he could cum and started fucking me hard. Hard. My fingers were digging into his back as he fucked me harder and harder. I looked over, and she was still slowly riding my husband. My husband was watching as he came inside of me. Undeniably. She looked over with a smile on her face and watched him slide out of me and back in one more time. I put my hand on my husband. I love the shit out of that man.
We cleaned up, and they left. I couldn’t stop giggling. We both agreed — it was great! With us both being turned on, the night ended with another dick inside of me — my husband’s. How could fucking other people make us so much closer?! Love it. So, one week and one day after deciding to try this lifestyle, I think we have found a new hobby.