Chelsea couldn't believe they had actually gone through with it. She also couldn't believe how incredibly intense the sex was. Another man stripped her, kissed her, touched her in places only Darren had touched her in fifteen years, and then the man fucked her while her husband was on the other bed with another woman. They did it. They actually did it! Just thinking about it fanned the embers of passion between her legs into a roaring flame again. She wanted more. Much more. No sooner had Darren left for work than Chelsea was back on the computer, seeing if anyone else had noticed their profile.The first message was from Monica, whom they met at Tucker Hideaway a few nights back. Hi, Chelsea and Darren. It was great meeting you. I wanted to let you know about a house party coming up in a couple of weeks. If you're interested in attending, just let me know, and I'll shoot you the details. No pressure. Chelsea shuddered a little, remembering their time at Tucker Hideaway. She wasn't sur
"Again, I ask, what brought this on?" he asked with a slight laugh beside her.As they laid in the bed, Darren still in his dress shirt and tie, pants around his ankles, breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling, Chelsea told him about the other profiles she saved on the website for him to peruse. Pulling her close against him, he chuckled. "You're really throwing yourself into this."For a moment, she panicked. "Is that bad? Is it too much?"He kissed the side of her head. "Not at all. I get it. It's new. Exciting. Trust me, I understand. If it seems to get to be too much or you get too far ahead of me, I'll yank you back.""By the hair, I hope," she said, giggling as she nestled in closer to him."Is there any other way?"She paused for a moment, twirling her fingers around his hard nipple through his shirt, teasing it even more. "Did you enjoy yourself last night? I mean, really enjoy yourself? I know we talked about it briefly but I want to make sure you're not just doing this for
The next few days Chelsea received several messages from people on the swing site, most saying mundane things like Hey, nice profile, let's fuck and Check out our profile and then let's make it happen. Of course, there were others that made it more enticing, usually attaching photos and desiring to meet to see if sparks flew. From several of the photos, Chelsea was pretty sure sparks were going to do more than fly; they were going to set off some major fireworks. She craved those fireworks."Tell me again who we're meeting." Darren reached over, squeezing her hand. "Might help if I know more than the husband makes your pussy wet."Chelsea grinned. "All of this makes my pussy wet, especially since it's something traditional people say we shouldn't do. It's an adventure. Don't you just love adventures?""As long as they're with you." He lifted her hand, kissing her knuckles. "Now, let's go meet the next man to climb between my wife's legs.""Hey, there's a woman there for you, too."He l
As they neared their second drinks, Trevor switched gears. "Well, as much as I have enjoyed getting to know each of you better—it's always great to have real friends in this lifestyle—I think we can safely say, we're here to talk about sexier things. I, for one, would like to know what rules you guys have. I'd hate to cross lines unknowingly."Chelsea wrapped her hands around her glass, a rum runner to help calm her nerves. "Rules?""Your guidelines," Monica said. "You know, like do you prefer always being together in the same room, or different rooms? Do you go out alone for play dates without each other? Some couples don't go for kissing, while others are into oral sex only. Some have rules against kinky stuff and others like sexting and phone sex." She shrugged. "What limits do you two have?"Chelsea glanced at Darren, her eyes a little wide at everything mentioned. She never even considered half of what the other woman mentioned. "To be honest," she said, her speech slow, thoughtfu
Chelsea finished putting breakfast on the table, music playing in the background. Darren had been right. After they left the bar last night, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Chelsea didn't even wait until they got home before she pulled his hard cock from his pants, stroking it to even greater thickness before she slipped her lips around the purplish head, twirling her tongue around it, savoring every vein and ridge in his pulsing member. His hand on the back of her head as he drove the darkened streets only spurred her onto faster bobs of her head, her hand toying with his balls as she sucked his cock. It had been a long time since she felt so randy in her desires, craving the risk of someone passing them on the road and spotting her giving her husband roadhead. His cock twitched, and she swallowed every drop he gave her, licking her lips when she was through.She didn't let up, however. The entire drive home, she continued to stroke him, wanting to keep him hard for whe
Her phone went off again. You're a very sexy lady. I really want to make sure I please you Friday night. If there is anything you really like, or don't like even, I hope you let me know and give a guy an edge. He even added a winking emoji at the end.She turned the water off and picked her phone back up, turning and resting on the counter, a grin pushing up her cheeks. This was getting fun. Honestly, I've only been with one other man besides Darren since I was married, so I'm not really sure what I like or don't like yet. She bit her lower lip, debating whether to add something else, and then decided what the hell. I'm open to trying things. At least once. How else will I know what I like or don't like?Dishes were going to have to wait. Her phone dinged again, but this time it was Darren. I'm at work. Guess who texted me this morning.She laughed. Seems the Newburys were really into doing things on their own. Monica? Trevor's been texting me as well. He wants to make sure he pleases
What about Fantasies? Trevor texted all throughout the day Thursday and much into the evening, keeping Chelsea distracted while Darren and she played pool with friends. Thursday nights were traditionally their nights at Corner Pockets, drinking beers and sinking balls, but Chelsea's imagination was on Trevor's balls, and when she grabbed her pool stick, she thought of grabbing his cock. Her distraction, however, never bothered Darren. He just chuckled and shook his head as he downed his beer. Of course, she would show him the texts or tell him of the conversation. She could also tell that her texting Trevor had an effect on her husband because he had to keep repositioning his cock in his pants to hide his hard-on.What were her fantasies? Swinging was a major one, of course, and they were doing that, but what else did she want to accomplish? When they first started talking about venturing out into swinging community, opening their marriage up to outside sexual adventures, she had told
Trevor was persistent in his attention to Chelsea all day Friday. Her phone constantly dinged with text messages from him, sometimes asking questions, other times describing what he would love to do to her in vivid detail. She had to admit, his words made her pussy drip and her breathing catch. Never before had she been so caught up in what was said to her before through text, even when Darren attempted to be sexy, promising erotic things when he got home from work. By the time they opened the door and the Newbury's walked through, she couldn't keep her panties dry no matter how many times she recited the ABCs in her mind. She was ready to pounce Trevor, forgetting about everything else, even Darren.Monica carried her smile like most women carry a casserole dish, offering it to her hosts as soon as she walked through the door, Trevor right behind her. She immediately went to Darren, giving him a hug, mashing her large tits against his chest as she squeezed his back, kissing him on the