We walked back to our hotel, Tabby’s arm linked in mine, closer than we had been for years. Several times one of us started to speak, but we seemed to be unable to find the words. Instead we walked in a companionable silence that was punctuated by the odd “oh my god”.
At one point it all got too much, and Tabby pulled me into a doorway where we kissed hungrily – basically dry humping.
“I don’t ever remember being this turned on. Ever.” Tabby whispered between kisses. ” Honestly, if you touched me “down there” I’d probably come on the spot.”
We began walking again, and I thought about what she’d just said. “Tabs, I think, after what just happened, and what might happen in the next few hours, you might need to move past the little euphemisms.”
“I know but if I say ‘pussy’, isn’t that porny?”
“No, it’s fucking sexy is what it is.” I responded.
“Ok, let me try this. If you were to touch my ahem…pussy right now, I might just explode.” She was proud of herself. She looked sideways at me as we walked and she could see I liked what I was hearing.
She had a gleam in her eye, and I realised just how far we’d let things slip because it had been years since I’d seen that look of out and out mischief.
“Or maybe you want me to tell you how I’d quite like to have my cunt filled?” She said this without looking at me, as if she was afraid she’d crossed a line. Tabby despised the word, but here she was using it to turn me on, and it was working magnificently. My voice was hoarse with need when I answered her.
“Tabby, tonight that cunt of yours will have played host to two cocks and three tongues, and you never know what else Marina might bring along in her bag of tricks.”
She laughed. “That Marina is trouble, and Max is a lovely big Labrador that does whatever he’s told.”
We arrived at our hotel and took the elevator up to our floor. As we got through the door, we turned on the lights and were about to get the room ready for guests when Tabby stopped in front of me and took both my hands in hers.
“Karl, I don’t know how, but I feel closer to you already. Whatever we do, let’s do it for us. Let’s have outrageous experiences that grow us together.” The look on her face was serious, and I felt comforted by her need to ensure we protected “us”.
“And another thing” she continued. I was preparing myself for what might come next. “When I talked about my…my cunt before, I was just testing the word out, and – sorry, but as exciting as it is to say it, it’s just not a word I’m comfortable with. I think I’m more of a pussy girl.”
The double meaning dawned on her and we both fell together laughing. There was another long kiss before we broke apart and began making things ready for people we planned to know intimately, without even knowing their last names.
I was mixing Gin & Tonics as the knock on the door came. Tabby audibly squeaked and ran to the door, stopping suddenly to take a deep breath, gather her wits and then she turned to me and mouthed. “Fucking hell, what are we doing?”
Then she opened the door.
In the full light I wondered if the spell would somehow be broken, but such was the power of Marina’s personality – we were all immediately at ease. As Marina hugged Tabby, Max came over to help me with the drinks, and I realised I hadn’t really exchanged more than a few words with this man who had so recently finger-fucked my wife.
“So, how are you doing after what just happened?” It was a warm, kind, caring question, and he disarmed me with his manner.
“To be honest it’s too soon to tell, but – again, being honest, It’s all pretty bloody exciting”. I replied.
“Yeah, well, we’ve been doing this for about 5 years and it never gets old. But we’re all about making great connections- we’re not like others who are just down to fuck.” I decided I really liked Max and somehow trusted him implicitly.
We took our drinks into the sitting area of the suite, and sat with the women.
Marina took charge, as was her wont.
“You two have no idea how sexy you are. And as you can tell, being with other couples isn’t new to us, but tonight, wow – that was so hot.
So, we are card-carrying, fully paid up swingers. We’re in the lifestyle. We don’t put keys in the bowl, we don’t walk around with porn music cued up, but we definitely like to fuck other people. We started five years ago and we’ve never looked back.”
Marina went and sat next to Tabby, snuggling in. “Five years ago, we were like you, I think – in love, but not madly. We did things together, but we were two individuals who didn’t actually know what we wanted. We went to Auckland, we saw an ad for a sex club, and we went. Our lives changed in 4 incredible hours.
We walked in, we got shown around, we sat next to a couple and got talking. It was just so easy. Sharon, that was the woman, had lovely big boobs and a knowing look, and Danny was English, a gentleman and had a sleeve of tattoos that I found intriguing.
Anyway, at one point we went for a walk around to find that people were fucking everywhere. Cocks were being sucked, pussies were being licked and cocks we’re going in and out of very happy looking women. Oh and others were standing watching, idly masturbating. It was phenomenal. Even talking about it now is exciting.
I remember being shocked that Sharon had taken out Danny’s cock and was on her knees sucking him. Seeing this happening obviously gave Max ideas because he wasted no time pushing me down on a bed and eating me – much more vigorously than he ever did before.”
Marina took a sip of her drink, and then pulled Tabby into a deep kiss, and we could see their tongues gently probing as they kissed. She pulled back from the kiss with a visible shudder.
“My God woman, you can kiss!” She said to Tabby. Who looked very proud of herself, I noted. “But anyway, on with the story. Sharon and Danny suggested we go to what they call the dark room, but it wasn’t so dark, you could see clearly. And before we knew it, I was sitting on Max, grinding on him, knickers on – so he wasn’t inside me. And we were kissing more passionately than we had in years. Then I remember Danny, the gentleman, asking politely if he could kiss me. And he did. And fuck could he kiss – Tabby you’d love his kissing. Just firm enough, not too smushy, not too wet – just perfect. Then I undid my blouse and he just began kissing my nipples. All while I was grinding on Max.
After a bit, he went back to Sharon, and then she asked if she could lick my boobs. Which she did – I’d never even thought of another woman sexually, and here I was leaking through my knickers at the sensation of a woman pleasing me. No beard, no stubble, just soft lips on my boobs and then on my mouth. I very nearly came.
We swapped at some stage, Sharon was sucking Max’s cock and Danny was licking my pussy. It was so beautiful, it wasn’t a race to orgasm, it was just prolonged pleasure.”
At this point Marina looked as if she was trying to figure out what happened next and with whom.
“So – then Sharon asked me to sit on her face, which was a new thing for me, I hadn’t even done that with Max, let alone a woman! As she was licking me, and blowing my mind, by the way, Max went down on Sharon, which was when she came for the first time that night. Max was so proud of himself! But what I liked most about that moment was that as she came, she was holding Danny’s hand, maintaining a connection with her partner even as she came thanks to the attentions of someone else.”
At the mention of making Sharon orgasm, Max had the good grace to look like a child receiving praise from his favourite teacher. Then he added his thoughts of the night in question.
“For me, seeing Marina riding Sharon’s face is still a huge highlight, even now. I remember I just lay down and began licking Sharon’s pussy and doing the things Marina loves. To make a woman other than my wife come just blew my mind. And then – and this seems a bit strange, but we all had a half time break, with our clothes back on. It was weird – sitting there chatting about every day life with people we had just been so intimate with.”
“And for the first time in my life, I wanted to be with another woman.” Added Marina. Sitting next to Sharon, I was tempted to run my hand up her leg, to feel their smoothness, right up to her pussy and touch her there. But I didn’t, of course, I was way too green.”
“So what happened in the second half?” I asked. Max took up the story again.
“Well, that’s a bit of a blur actually. We were kissing again, and oh that’s right, Marina went down on Sharon, and that was just so amazing to see. And then she called me to come and help her, and when we both worked on her, Sharon came again. And – then more kissing, more oral sex and then I looked over and Marina and Danny were fucking.”
“I felt ashamed the next day” Marina said. “Because I realised I hadn’t checked with Max before doing it. It just felt so natural to go from what we had been doing, to lying down kissing, to then opening my legs and welcoming him inside me. We just began fucking, and I really enjoyed it – more so knowing that the man I love was right next to me. And the next time I looked up, and to be honest that could have been days because I lost track of the world, Sharon was riding Max to orgasm. And that was that. We had begun to swing.”
There was a natural lull in the conversation. Then Tabby, with a newfound confidence, walked over to Max and began kissing him tenderly, and then she stopped, looking at Marina.
“Sorry, Marina, may I kiss your husband?”
“Fuck yes, provided I’m allowed to suck your husband’s cock.” Marina said in response. Tabby didn’t even bother with an answer, she just went back to kissing Max, and true to her word, Marina came over to me, knelt before me, took my cock out and began devouring me.
It was an incredible feeling, made all the more intense by watching my wife being undressed by this other man, seeing him slip his hands under her knickers and watching her instinctive reaction to the pleasure she was receiving.
I decided it was time to swap, and when I reached up under Marina’s skirt, I was initially surprised to find no underwear, before remembering I still had them in my pocket. I began doing what I enjoy most, and that’s acquainting myself with the very essence of a woman’s femininity. I ran my fingers around her outer lips, avoiding Marina’s clit, then deftly traced the contours of her inner labia, causing her to moan quietly.
With my right hand I began putting pressure at the bottom of her vagina, alternating between the entrance and her perineum, and by that time I could feel the tell-tale signs of an impending climax. Marina’s whole pussy felt swollen with need, she was dripping wet and responsive to every movement of my fingers. To bring her over the edge, I used my left hand to open her up, I buried two fingers of my right hand deep into her, and I lapped at her clitoris – and kept doing so while she bucked against my face, gasping, convulsing and riding the waves of pleasure.
As I had been playing with Marina, Tabby and Max had been watching this happening, unbeknownst to me. Tabby was at eye level with Marina and as soon as she opened her eyes, Tabby leaned in and kissed her hard and wet. I saw then that Max was doing exceptional things to her pussy with his fingers, causing her to gasp.
When their kiss broke, Marina seemed desperate. “Max, I need you inside me, now!” As Max did as he was told, there was another command. “And Tabby, get that pussy over my face, please, I need to taste you.”
Tabby looked at me and I could see apprehension in her eyes. It was a very endearing thing to see, that even in this charged atmosphere of need and lust, we still looked to each other for reassurance.
“Tabs, I don’t think Marina meant at some stage in the next half hour, I think there’s a need for you to park yourself immediately. Here, let me help”.
I noticed that Tabby’s knickers were long gone, so it was just a case of positioning her so that her pussy was right over Marina’s waiting tongue. Tabby reached out and took my cock in her mouth, making noises of sheer lust as her new friend fed on her pussy. It was something I’ve seen in porn but never believed, and now – seeing it in real life, I knew I’d never go back to watching porn again.
It was all getting too much for me, and I tried to warn Tabby that the moment had arrived, but rather than doing what she usually does and pulling away, she grabbed my rear and pulled me into her, and swallowed everything I had to offer. It was a moment of orgasms all round, Max roared as he came inside Marina, and for her part, Marina seemed to be still riding one long orgasm. She frantically pulled Tabby down to her and they locked lips in a deep kiss, my fluids being exchanged in the process.
My head was spinning. This is Tabby who doesn’t like blowjobs, and who never showed any inclination towards wanting to be with a woman, receiving a load of cum in her mouth and then sharing it with the woman who had just been licking her pussy.
There was heavy breathing, and shared looks of amazement at what had just happened settled on us all. And then came the giggles. Still laughing, Tabby – ever the hostess, got up and got water for us all, and we drank deeply, realising that sex is thirsty work.
What followed was just so crazy and yet so normal. We lounged about naked, sharing stories and getting to know each other. There was no awkwardness- just comfort. Tabby was telling Max and Marina about how she’d been a professional dancer in her 20s, and it wasn’t long before Marina and Tabby were doing ballroom dancing moves, breast to breast, pussy to pussy.
Max and I exchanged glances as their dance became an embrace. We watched as they began kissing softly, kissing each other’s neck, kissing boobs, and I saw Tabby’s hand snake down between them and a finger start to work at Marina’s sex. This woman I thought I knew was full of surprises. Tabby gently laid Marina down and feasted on her boobs, sucking her nipples, kissing all around the generous orbs, eliciting noises of appreciation. This carried on for a while before she moved further down and without a moment’s hesitation – began to lick Marina’s pussy. On her knees, she went to work on Marina, who was evidently loving everything Tabby was doing.
I decided we needed to go to the next level. I chatted to Max quietly and I then took my place by Marina’s head where she greedily sucked me into her mouth. I’ll never forget the moment Max pushed into my wife. She looked up in surprise, and her eyes widened when she saw me with Marina, understanding that it was another man fucking her. It was beautiful, watching her eyes slowly close and her head drop as she let this other man fuck her, and fuck her exceptionally well. She hardly noticed Marina wriggle out from under her and get her on her hands and knees, presenting me with a magnificent sight of pussy and arsehole – surely every man’s dream?
I was in her in a heartbeat and we spent god knows how long – a minute? An hour? Just fucking. Marina and Tabby kissed occasionally, but mostly they were just enjoying the sensation of happy, healthy sex. There were more orgasms and at some stage a rather weary goodbye.
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As we drove home, we didn’t have the radio on. We didn’t talk about our kids. We didn’t fill the silences. We were 100% connected without needing to demonstrate it in any way. Just as we pulled into our driveway 45 minutes later, I asked Tabby a question.
“How on earth can fucking other people bring us closer together?”
She looked at me – and for the first time that I could remember I had no idea what was going on behind those pretty dark eyes. Then she smiled naughtily.
“Well, the kids aren’t back for an hour, and I’m not done with sex. I’m dripping, Karl. I think we’ve awoken the inner slut.”
To prove it, she pushed her fingers under the waistband of her jeans into her knickers. She withdrew her hand to show me her index and middle fingers shining with her arousal. Looking at me straight in the eye, she took those fingers in her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, before leaning in and kissing me, sharing the musky, heady taste with me.
With that she opened the passenger door and got out of the car, and began to walk up to the house, before coming back and ducking down so she could see me, still sitting dumbstruck behind the wheel.
“Come on,” she said. “You need to show me what you did to Marina last night to make her whimper and moan.”