Time to share some erotic stories
 

Hello OCC. I've been checking out this site from time to time since I stumbled upon it about a year ago. While browsing the words of wisdom and pics of like minded individuals, I have especially come to enjoy the non-fiction stories and figured it was a good time to throw our hat into the ring. A little background on us - after meeting in our early-mid 20's we've been married for just about 25 years. As we continue to enjoy an incredibly solid "best-friends" relationship we find ourselves now on either side of just turning 50. We have always had a really high energy sex life, and for years we've been able to see that people around us can just sense it. Beginning about four years ago we decided to expand upon and explore some erotic ideas. I'm sure the details about how we started to enjoy swinging and eventually BDSM will eventually make their way into one or more of these "memoirs" I'd like to share. While they are still reasonably fresh in our minds, it's time to write them down - if for nothing else so we can enjoy reflecting on them in years to come. I will jump around a bit, will include a pic on occasion, and promise not to embellish whatsoever - hope you enjoy!

Welcome!
 

Always glad to have more stories!

Wife discovers the BDSM scene
 

Her first time experiencing BDSM, this was one of my favorite and hottest moments of all time.

Two years ago, March of 2018 my wife (we'll call her D) and I were invited to a kinky birthday party weekend. The guest of honor (we'll call him Rich) was turning 50 and a group of about 15 swinger-kinkster friends were coming together in a very large ski vacation home in the Northeast to celebrate.We had met the birthday boy and his awesome wife only about a month earlier at a hotel takeover for swingers. Ordinarily a hotel takeover would not be our thing, it was a fluke that we were chatting with this couple on a swinger website and agreed to meet them there. The four of us ended up hanging out privately at the event and getting along really well. Although nothing much happened that night other than seeing floggers and paddles and watching a little rope play for the first time, we had found some cool new friends and a week later received an invite to this birthday party in the mountains.

So D can be a bit self conscious and sometimes a bit of jealousy pokes through when we dabble in this new hobby of playing with others. For a few weeks leading up to this party her nerves were up and down. Very excited to learn a little bit more about BDSM from our new friends, she was as nervous as she was excited. What if other girls were hotter, were her outfits good enough (she spent a few hundred bucks on sexy clothes just for this), would she be in the mood to "full swap" (which was still very new to us) and would she be ok seeing me with others?

The day finally came and we packed up around noon Friday and headed North for the weekend. It was a several hour ride, a clear but very cold day in early March. On the ride up D's anxiety was elevated. Of course we are both excited, having been into swinging for about 18 months with a handful of different experiences to date. I am not the type to be nervous or anxious, just rolling with the flow in just about any environment describes me well. So I was a little taken back but ok when she made me promise on the drive that we would have no sexual contact with others for this trip. Truth be told, I was a little bummed about that idea but in the end considered it par for our course. I knew full well we could have crazy erotic and sexy times being around others while only actually engaging with each other. I saw the outfits she packed - corsets, lace lingerie, mini skirts she would probably not wear in public. I knew a house full of people dressed the same way would be fun in any event.
I did make HER clearly promise back to me the same thing though, even if I was just being a little spiteful when I repeated her idea back to her. "Just so we are clear" I said "you are saying there is to be zero sexual contact of any kind with others this weekend - for either of us". "Are you sure that's what you want?" and she replied "Yes, we barely only know two people here and I don't want that kind of pressure".

I should mention that I have always been the less apprehensive side of the team. One of the things we discovered as we worked through some of the hiccups of ethical non-monogamy is that we need to have and respect rules - always. And along those lines so long as we are always unconditionally honest and respectful with one another, our rules don't have to be reciprocal. We may have different ideas of what is cool and what we don't like but tit-for-tat is a destructive methodology that really just erodes what we're trying to experience.

Anyways, we arrived that afternoon and were really impressed with what we saw! This was an amazing ski house with a large stone fireplace, indoor hot tub off the living room, vaulted ceilings, nine bedrooms, and a large finished common area in the basement (which is where the juicy parts took place). We were the last ones to arrive but still had our own bedroom - a private room over the garage with a large pull-out bed and foozeball and air hockey table. It was kind of away from all the other rooms which was cool in case we needed to chill quietly. it took me a half an hour to unload the truck - food, coolers, suitcases, ski gear in case we wanted to on Saturday.

We grabbed cocktails and Rich & his wife gave us a tour & introduced us to everyone within a few minutes of settling in. There was some of the coolest and most unusual porn playing on the TV over the bar with many super sexy BDSB driven group sex scenes. We met six really cool couples and three single girls. It was hard to tell who was into what, all we knew is that everyone was very open minded and into some combination of swinging, BDSM, and kink/fetish. Looking back now I can still say this was a really incredible group of sexy, well grounded people. To this day we are glad to call all of them our friends.

Enough background - on to the story. Rich had taken a shine to D when we met at the swingers hotel party. I am a really lucky man as she is a 5'3" 135lb blonde with a rock solid ass from working out. Super cute 34C, a very erotic mind, and as we had recently learned she can be a bit of a submissive masochistic brat in the presence of alpha men.
We had a couple of cocktails and some snacks, and I think D had a hit off a joint somewhere as well. Everyone was in very "relaxed" outfits at this time, there were a few corsets, some sheer tops with nothing underneath, etc. A few of the guys were wearing kilts. At about 6pm D and I went upstairs to our room. She changed out of a tight pair of jeans with sweater into a tight faux-leather vinyl miniskirt and a thin cami type tank top. All black, no bra or underwear. We returned and each grabbed another cocktail (probably our third) and were getting to know everyone on the couches in front of the fire.

Rich pulled me aside and asked if he could "show D the dungeon downstairs". I said absolutely, and hinted that she might enjoy a few minutes with a paddle or a flogger. He had introduced this to us at that swingers party when we met and she was really interested in learning more. D asked if I wanted to come with her, and I declined which I am sure made her heart flutter a bit. We are still to this day a same room couple when we play in any fashion, so it was really unusual for me to allow her to be alone. D was comfortable and definitely onboard so I thought it would be cool to let things flow. They grabbed their drinks and went downstairs alone.

About 10 minutes later I thought I would walk downstairs to make sure everything was cool. This "Dungeon" was the coolest thing! No regular lights were on. You walk down a carpeted set of split-level stairs which were lined with battery tea lights on every other stair.An EDM type playlist was going at a medium volume. At the bottom the stairs opened up to a 20' x 30' room lit with a black light and something like a rotating color disco ball in the corner. There was a bathroom and three bedrooms off this room, but the room had a Saint Andrews cross, padded spanking bench, massage table, Sybian, and all kinds of kinky toys laying around. What a wild set-up!
I didn't enter the dimly lit room, but stopped on the bottom stair. Rich was about 10' away from me and had D kneeling on the spanking bench. They were both facing me. He was behind her, had her vinyl skirt pulled up around her waist and was gently massaging her naked ass with a leather flogger. D was in another place, lost in the music and loving every minute of it. She was looking down at the floor so she did not see me. I gave Rich a thumbs up and quietly turned and walked back upstairs.

I sat on the couch and chatted drinking my beer for what felt like an hour, but about 10 minutes later I just had to go take another look at what was going on downstairs. When I turned the corner on the stairs I saw D still kneeling on this sawhorse-like padded spanking bench and Rich now with his back to me. I stepped into the room and off to the side of the bench and saw my wife sucking the birthday boy's cock like a porn star! He was holding her pony tail with one hand, D was kneeling on this bench with her skirt and tank top wrapped around her waist like a belt. She had pulled his boxers down just enough to pull out his dick & balls - she was slurping and stroking him with the most enthusiasm I had ever seen. So incredibly hot!* In just a few seconds she noticed me standing a couple feet to the side and gave me a unique look, kind of like I'm sorry but I'm just doing what I was told. Puppy dog eyes for sure. They were both so worked up, hot and heavy to say the least. I gave them both a thumbs up and said "Looks like you guys are having some fun".* They paused right away kind of like they were caught doing something they wanted but probably should not have done. Rich asked me if everything was cool at the same time D asked if I was ok. I quickly replied "Absolutely!" with a big smile on my face and a raging hard on in my pants.
I then said "Hey Rich, you can definitely fuck her if you would like to". D immediately spoke up and said she did not want to cross any lines with his wife. We had just arrived and no one had discussed any boundaries or rules of any kind. Rich replied "If it makes any difference I have carte-blanche this weekend because it is my birthday". D asked what that meant and I explained in kind. She was looking a little uncomfortable from being caught off guard like that, and I could see she was a little nervous about taking things further. I could also see she was VERY worked up, I knew her pussy was soaking wet. I stepped in front of her and unsnapped my pants, and she immediately pulled my zipper down, cock out and started blowing me. I looked over at Rich and nodded. He stepped behind her, dropped his boxers and slid into her soaking wetness. She was going to town on me and being fucked from behind for just a short couple minutes when I grabbed her ponytail and said "I want you to come on his cock, girl!" She always responds really well to assertive dirty talk and this time was no different. In about fifteen seconds she exploded in one of the most intense orgasms she has ever had - still to this day. She groaned LOUD, twitched, convulsed and squirted a huge puddle all over his cock! This was the hottest thing I had ever been a part of. My beautiful wife being enjoyed like this in a "spit-roast", and I knew her buttons were pushed as this was one of the most intense reactions I've ever seen her have. We just learned how to make her squirt a few years prior but she had never done it while being fucked by any man.

Just a few seconds later I could not take it any more and unloaded in her mouth at the same time Rich let go. I can't remember if he pulled out and came on her back, came in her, or some combination of both. The room was dimly lit only with blacklight and that strobe effect from the corner. I did notice when he took a few steps back and flipped on the bathroom light - no condom! That actually came up in the future and will be part of another great story to come with these guys. He washed himself off in the sink, D and I wiped of the bench, adjusted a few things and the three of us walked upstairs all with huge smiles.

We had some more sexy fun throughout this weekend, but in a few different ways that did not result in much sexual contact with others.We discussed the implications of what happened that afternoon many times that weekend, and I still remind her from time to time with a raised eyebrow. There is still a little bit of mileage in that one actually - if I ever need it. I am not at all upset with what happened (very much the opposite actually) but wish we had been able to understand what was actually going through her mind on the ride up there. I think the thought of a house full of sexually open people including three single girls brought out some feelings she did not like, and deep inside was probably worried about MY contact with others.

This was not the first experience of this kind we've had but I wanted to start with one of my favorites. I will type more up from time to time as time permits. Thanks for reading!

The pics I've attached were all taken by me that weekend. A couple of the stairs and dungeon set-up. One of D posing over "the bench" during our tour upon arrival, and one of her in the outfit she changed to right before this happened.

How it started, our first swinging experience - MFM
 

I knew from the first time I met her that my wife was something special, and through the years she continues to prove me right. Her erotic imagination and occasional hormone driven risque behavior has kept the zest for life alive in me and brought us places most guys spend their lives dreaming of. I am a lucky dude for sure. We have had fantasy "pillow talk" many times before over the past 20 years. It enhanced the moment for both of us but always ended in the pillow. On a few occasions I had brought up our prior night's discussions and behavior the next morning or following week once the cocktails wore off, but what we discussed and whispered was always viewed as entirely situational. Thoughts of repeating it or acting on an idea were generally brushed aside. For example -she once masturbated with a longneck beer bottle on our hotel deck in the afternoon. I asked her to do it again once and she said "No way, that's really perverted". Even though she had done it before it all depends on timing, mood, atmosphere, etc.

In the summer of 2016 we were in our mid 40's. Kids were old enough now where we could get out for dinner nearly any time without a sitter. We felt a little freedom and us-time was returning to our lives. One summer Saturday afternoon we were having a few cocktails in the pool and an interesting discussion ensued. D was in one of her horny phases so while swimming around I had been able to slip off her bikini top. I don't remember the exact context of the discussion that followed - but somehow the topic of sex with others had come up. I remember a bit of "I don't know, would you want to?" and "it would never happen anyways, so it doesn't matter". Eventually I pushed the topic a bit and said I thought it would be fun to share her very sexy body with another guy. Not her alone, I would have to be there and a part of anything that happened. I explained I fantasied about her just being able to "Let it go" and be spoiled by myself and another random guy someday. She actually agreed that that might be kind of fun and at that point we let it go for the evening.

We had a really hot night of sex that evening. Not too unusual for us when she was in that horny phase of the moon. The next morning over coffee, I brought up our conversation from the night before. I called her out and asked if she was serious about being ok with exploring my fantasy. She gave me an "I guess so" and I jumped on it. I elaborated, we discussed what my ideas involved and I must have asked her five times if she was sure. We had a pretty serious talk about jealousy, what it might do to us, and what some rules might be. Mandatory condoms, It could not be anyone we know, I am always there, had to be a very clean and attractive gent who she approved, etc. In the end she said she was open to this if I was ok with it. I really believe she thought I would not be able to go through with it or even make it happen for that matter, and that was her safety net.

This was the moment for us when years of hot pillow talk could become something more. It was now in my court to take charge and "make it happen". I did not have another word about this with D for a couple of weeks. Honestly I had a couple second thoughts myself. I knew this was a super hot fantasy, but what if the guy was a psycho, or she liked him better than me. I quietly struggled with stuff like this for a few weeks actually. I did surf some online classifieds (on CL before they took them down) and created a free profile on a swinger website. Wholly shit there are a lot of single guys out there looking for this type of thing! I put up a couple of posts, replied to others asking for a G rated photo and felt like I walked through a field and came out covered in ticks. Loads of creeps and ghosts. In spite of being a little discouraged I finally struck up a conversation with a guy a couple towns away. After explaining what I was looking for and where our level of experience was I thought we might be on to something. "Derek" we'll call him, was single, in his 40's, about 6'2" 200lbs, shaved head, mustache, glasses; I would say he presented as a clean cut professional guy.

I decided to mention to D one night in early August after a few drinks that I was working on setting up an adventure, and she gave me a "Yeah, right." She asked for details which I declined to provide, reminding her that she left me in charge to make it happen. She was a little nervous about who it might be, so I explained that once I found someone I thought was suitable we would need to first meet him for a drink only. This would be an innocent screening for him to see if we were real, and for D and I to evaluate him. I told her this was coming but did not know when. D gave me another dose of her favorite cache phrase "whatever", and we dropped it for the evening.

A couple days later I set up a meeting with Derek on a Tuesday afternoon after work. 6:00 I believe, we were meeting at a local Chinese restaurant. Great place as it was not a regular spot for us, dimly lit, not in either of our towns, offered somewhat private booths, and had great mai tais. I did not tell D about the meeting until two hours before. I know her very well and knew two hours of anxiety was way easier for D to handle than the opportunity to stew over irrelevant fears for several days. She was cooking something for the kids when I told her we had a meet-and-greet cocktail this afternoon. Her chill mood changed in a second. I remember a few FU's thrown at me, and several "I'm not going" shouts. I went outside in the back yard to have a beer and she eventually came outside to talk. Her nervous energy was off the charts! The anxiety came on like a switch was flipped and she got really mad at me, kind of like* "What are you trying to do to me" tone. For an hour she repeated that she was not going, coming in and out of the house several times to say the same thing over and over. I said I had to leave in 40 minutes, as I would never pull a no-show on someone and I really expected her to join me. I reminded D over and over that she had agreed, I told her it was coming, and this was just an innocent meeting with zero chance anything would "happen". She finally went in, fixed up, changed clothes and came outside in a tight pair of jeans and a classy blouse with a couple minutes to spare. We jumped in the car and drove 15 minutes to this Chinese place. I was actually pretty nervous myself but would not show it. She needed me to be her man in control, and one thing I have always done for my awesome wife is step up when necessary. I was nervous though.
When we got there (5 minutes before 6:00), she started all over again. "I'm not going in!" "I'm staying right here in the car!" She was REALLY nervous. This was just a drink, and once I reminded her that her anxiety was entirely driven by things that were not happening today. Nobody else in the place knew why we were there, "So let it go" I said. She got out of the car.

We walked in and looked around the lounge, and I saw our friend sitting in a booth against the wall. We waived, smiled, and walked over to the booth and sat down across from Derek. We ordered three mai tais and made some small talk. Lots of eye contact, where are you from, what do you do, etc. We did mention we had never done anything like this, and learned he has a little experience with an ex wife. While sitting there, D on my right, we were holding hands under the table. Her hand was sweating pretty well. She had a good grip on my right hand the whole time, and kept adjusting her grip often. By the time we finished our drinks (20 minutes or so) D had relaxed a lot. We exchanged pleasantries, D gave Derek a hug, and we left. When we got in the car the mood was WAY calmer. This anxiety trip had actually been no big deal. This is when I noticed cuts on my right hand with a really small amount of blood. She squeezed my hand so hard under the table she cut me twice with her wedding ring!
That evening Derek and I exchanged notes through the website we met on, great meeting you, etc. I told him that we had some thinking to do and would be in touch.

I feel bad but we became ghosts to Derek for nearly three weeks. D and I were all over the place. Was he good enough, did we really want to do this, etc. We spoke about it a few times over the next few weeks, always after a couple drinks. At one point our discussion led to D saying "I guess so", so we decided to reach out to Derek.

He was a little surprised to hear from me, and actually thought we were not interested. When he realized the delay was really because this was so new to us he said he was in. We agreed on a Thursday after work the following week, I told him I would get a hotel room and we could meet him in the lobby for a drink first.
The day came and D was nervous inside, but overall very relaxed about the whole thing surprisingly. I had her dress like she was going to work for a meeting, cream dress slacks, matching heels, and a really sexy white silk blouse with a print of small black flowers. Her shoulder length blonde hair was blown out straight and she looked amazing! I put a few things in a laptop bag including condoms, mouthwash, a vibrator and her favorite glass dildo, a few clothes and items for D and a bottle of single malt scotch.

We arrived early and sat in the hotel lounge, D ordered a martini and I had a beer. Derek arrived about 20 minutes later and the three of us each had one glass of wine. He was dressed in some nice slacks and a wrinkled dress shirt, smelled just a little of cologne and was a bit jittery himself.* D also was obviously a little nervous, but I could definitely see inside she was all on board. I was so incredibly turned on about what was coming, and unbelievably proud of the way she handled her commitment to follow through. I figured there was a small possibility she would bail at some point, but when the three of us finished our wine and walked to the elevator I was pretty sure we were good and this was actually going to happen.

We entered the room and turned on the TV. I will always remember when our first time was because this was the 2016 NFL season kick off on Thursday night. We had the pre-game and game playing in the background the whole time. D sat on the edge of the king size bed and asked me for a scotch. I grabbed the ice bucket and filled it from the hall and had a glass of single malt in her hand in a couple minutes. We had discussed the importance of not getting too tipsy for our adventure and I was glad to see she was handling her alcohol very well, all things considered. After about 5 minutes D grabbed the laptop bag and her purse and went to the bathroom to freshen up. A few minutes later she came out - wow! My heart was pounding so bad, the adrenaline I felt made me a little dizzy to be honest. She emerged wearing sheer black thigh highs and a satin black thong. That's it!
I said "Why don't you show our friend a little love", and she walked up to him and gave him an incredible kiss. They made out for a minute or so, right there in the middle of the room right in front of me. She dropped to her knees, undid his belt, dropped his slacks and started sucking his cock. At the risk of repeating myself too often - I've got to say I was so incredibly turned on by what was happening. She dove right in and ran with it! I was so proud of my beautiful wife and could not wait to see how things would unfold.

Although a lot comes back to me as I type, much of the play-by play of the next two hours that evening is a bit of a blur in my memory. I know it happened and I remember what we did, but in what order and how often is lost to the experience. Several times I remember a deep eye contact and hand holding with her while she was laying on her back on the bed, being eaten out or fucked by Derek. We said dozens of "I love you so much", and a few "everything ok?" both ways. We spit roasted her back and forth, and took turns fucking her HARD, using her Hitachi vibrator on her clit, and having our cocks sucked. On the bed, on the floor, in the chair, on the couch, it was awesome! A few times the three of us just laid down on the bed to chug a bottle of water and wipe the forehead with a towel.
There was one point in the evening where Derek and I sat up for some water and D was laying there on the bed. I'll never forget that moment, she looked at the two of us and said "What's up, is that all you guys got?". What an incredible girl!

Looking back, as awesome as the whole thing was D and I are a little bummed about how things ended actually. At one point a couple hours into our adventure we were all taking a break and somehow Derek got the vibe from D that she had had enough. I saw that unfold but in my mind I did not think she was done. He got up to use the bathroom, then got dressed and he said he should go. He never finished, poor gent! We never did cross paths again, but I've always felt we (D) owed him the happy ending. D gave him a big kiss and a thank you, and he left. D and I proceeded to mess that bed up pretty well for the next hour with really hot passionate sex. The smells! I could smell the latex from the condoms in her, and overall she smelled a little sweaty and used. Those scents are a great embedded memory for me of this night, as we had not used condoms since we met 20 years ago. Side note - I was "fixed" years prior but still make her carry condoms in her purse since that day. Our little joke.

We packed up, went home, and had another couple hours of crazy sex that night. I would not let her shower because I was loving the way she smelled so much. In the morning when we woke up we fucked again. I also remember her fondly telling me that morning "All I can taste is dick and balls, and it's pretty awesome!" Our sex life was always very good and I'm no slouch - but this was almost unprecedented since we met in our 20's. The sex was electric and nonstop - for weeks.

So that was our first experience with another. There have been other adventures, some great some not so much. It took me a couple hours to type this up, but I'm glad I did as it actually helped me remember a few details that were lost. It's hard to believe I am lucky enough to sit here and reflect, an experience like this should not go untold. Until next time...

Every story deserves a picture - that is one thing I have learned from these pages. Unfortunately I don't have any pics from that night. We both thought at that time it would be wildly inappropriate to even ask about photos because of what we were doing. Going forward we did change that perspective and some adventures have yielded quite a few good ones. I don't know much about photo layering and what technology can do, but out of an abundance of caution I will not post any that include others.For fun I have attached a pic of D from several months later at a subsequent adventure taken before our guy friend arrived, and one where she's wearing the same nylons and thong from that evening.

From another member, welcome to the site!

GREAT stories! You're quite the lucky man and we're lucky you're generous with your accounts. Thanks! Those of us that aren't as lucky get a chance to see what how the lucky ones live.

Thanks again!!!

Moving a few posts to this thread
 

I recently noticed one of the fun encounters I had typed up to share disappeared from OCC- actually the entire thread vanished (likely at the request of the member who started the thread). It was a great memory of mine I took quite a bit of time to type up one afternoon - an account of my wife's spontaneous first experience with another woman witnessed by myself and the other woman's husband. Lost to cyberspace.

Over the past couple of years there were a few posts I have added to the threads of others because the experience was relevant to the thread topic. To avoid losing another I thought I would move/copy a few of them to this thread I started a while back. Apologies for duplication today and forgoing, this is not an effort to bump but simply to preserve. ;)

Taking care of a friend
 

When we first got in to the swinging thing our first few encounters were MFM. One "friend" we met and continued to see a handful of times over a couple years was sometimes in the area making sales calls on weekdays. A few times everything lined up - I had a slow day in the office, my wife "D" was working from home, and our friend was in the area. I would pick up D at lunch time and we would go meet our friend for lunch at a great pub one town over. We have a full size SUV with blacked out windows (front ones tinted to match the factory rear tint) so it is quite hard to see in, especially on less-bright cloudy days. When we got to the parking lot I would send a text and he would walk over and jump in the back seat. D would climb back there and give him a noon-time blow job. I would insist she make good use of his time and always swallow completely. I drew some serious energy from her "Yes Sir" replies when we were playing this game. It always took less than 10 minutes then we would then go in, sit down and have lunch together like an unassuming business meeting.

We did this three times in 2016-17. The first time I stayed in the front seat and kept an eye on things. The second and third times I actually left the truck when he arrived and did some wine shopping in the store next door. I would come out with a case of wine and they would be hanging out in the parking lot laughing & chatting.

Each time when we got home after lunch I would have D provide me with a live recreation of the exact event, what was said, what she did exactly, etc. Once I made her sit on the Sybian during her replay which made for an extra hot afternoon for both of us. She enjoyed the obedient nature of her edgy behavior as much as I enjoyed controlling her scene.

Topless on a scooter
 

Originally posted in "What have you got your wife to do"

We enjoyed a kinky week with some fun friends in Cozumel last Fall. Half way through our week a group of us rented scooters to take a trip around the island. Pretty cool place, half of the island has no electricity or cell service with a nicely paved two lane road following the coast. For what seemed like 50 miles there was nothing but jungle on one side and beaches on the other. At the most remote points we ran into the occasional outdoor pub, concrete with a thatched roof and a generator powering the fridge. A group of seven of us on five scooters stopped a few times at these remote bars for a drink. The first one had a set of three chairs out on the beach set up for tourists, offering a free tequila shot to any girls posing for a topless pic. We were loving the day and glad to see that our girls obliged (cropped photo of D below).

We finished our drinks and mounted up to continue the trip around the island. We stopped again at some place called Coconuts several miles along the road for our second or third. The bar staff tried to persuade our girls to do the same - boobs for free tequila but this time they declined and we had to pay for this round. When we jumped back on the bikes this time I suggested D remove her t-shirt and bikini top for the next leg of the journey and was pleasantly surprised when she agreed! This is very uncharacteristic of her typically modest demeanor, I was really impressed. For the next 5 miles she held the handle behind her back with tits on full display to everyone in our group and the half dozen cars we passed along the way. Behold the power of tequila.

I never did get the pics of her on the back of my scooter that our friends took, remembering this has reminded me to ping them for copies.

Our Neighbor L
 

Originally posted in "How well do you know your neighbor"

We had an apartment for a couple years and learned we had some fun neighbors. Our kids were really young when we lived on the corner of a pretty busy street and a quiet side street. Our kids made friends while playing on this quiet street which is where we met "L". L was a pretty brunette, a single mom about 5' 5", mid twenties and thin with a nice figure. She and my wife D (age 31 at the time) liked to party a bit and the two of them could bring out the wild side in each other for sure. This was a summer where D was not working and she had a rocking tan, probably the most tanned and tone she has ever been which explains why they got all the attention when they went out together. Once and a while I would stay home watching the kids so my wife D could get out with L to a local bar where they would blow off a little steam. My wife shared this story with me while sipping coffee the Saturday morning after, because inevitably I would fall asleep waiting for them to come home after closing the bars.
We were only married four years or so at the time, enjoying a relationship that was always in sexual overdrive but without a single discussion about swinging or any of the shenanigans we dabble in these days. We were still entirely immersed in the beginning of what has become an awesome marriage. Looking back today we both agree that our relationship probably could not have have handled sex with others at that time. Despite the sensual hypocrisy, I always thought it would be pretty cool for D to experiment just with L and had made that known to her and L. I was great about dropping a comment here and there after a couple of beers which was always heard but never acknowledged.

Story number one with D and L...
They went out one night as mentioned above and ended up back in our kitchen with a couple of 20 something guys who had been invited to follow them home. I can't believe I slept through it all, but D told me the four of them had a few drinks in our kitchen and the girls were coerced to removing their tops. D said this came from a discussion about who had the nicer breasts. They both had great B-C cups (although I have never seen L's in the flesh) and D tells me she won the popular vote. Nothing further ensued with the guys other than a kiss or two according to D, although they did remain topless for a bit before the guys left. If there was more to what went on with the guys I never got to hear it. Either D does not remember due to the alcohol (which did happen from time to time) or that was it, as she would actually enjoy telling me considering where we are as a couple these days.

Although she lived just a few doors up the street, L did not want to go home after the guys left and asked to sleep on the couch. D gave her a blanket and came to bed. D says that after about 20 minutes of laying in bed with me, she started feeling really horny and masturbated for several minutes next to me while I slept and snored away. She decided to go see if L was awake and found her laying on top of the blanket "sleeping" on the couch in the living room. My wife sat next to her and gently pushed her knees apart. She pulled L's loose fitting running shorts to the side, and ran her tongue right up L's pussy! She said she gave it just a couple of gentle licks when L sort of groaned, arched her back a bit and spread her legs open, still acting as if she was asleep. D was a little unsure of herself I suppose, so she got up and came back to bed with me. I can't believe it ended there, but according to D it did. Obviously I have had more than a few fantasies since about where that could have gone! I had no idea at that time it would be 16 more years before D would be in a position to explore with another woman further, and when she finally did it brought me right back to her story that I've just shared.

Wife's kinky alter ego
 

Originally posted in "stories of your wife acting like a sl*t"

Since starting our swinging adventures about 6 years ago, D and I began to spend more and more quality time with some new friends we met in the kink scene. Our interest in swinging was taking a back seat to the D/s and fetish world we were drawn to, although the swinging edge was always there.

A little background on what set the stage for a very memorable, hot event...

One weekend four years ago we were away with about 8 swing-kink minded friends at a family vacation home owned by one couple. After a long night of drinking, smoking weed, and a little rolling, D was sitting at my feet in the living room, and we were having a conversation with the last three souls still up at 3:30am. The demographics - D was 46 at the time, I was 49, D's female friend was 48, and there was a M/F engaged couple in their mid 20's.

The topic of obedience came up, and how the D/s dynamic works with a couple like us having been married for more than 20 years. D and I laughed and poked fun at each other, explaining to the younger folks there that with us this type of fun is anything but a consistent dynamic with us. Out of the blue and in front of the other three sitting there - I asked permission of the couple and instructed D in the same breath - to give a blowjob to the one other male sitting with us. He looked at his girlfriend for approval and she gave him the thumbs up, then D turned to me with a shocked, embarrassed, shy look and shook her head gently no. Those puppy dog eyes were asking me if I was serious, hoping I would let her off the hook with a "just kidding" response. No such luck, and after a moment of uncertainty she realized she was on the spot. She knew she could always back out with little or at least manageable consequence from me, however she was not really in a place to refuse the instruction without hurting his feelings. After a quick hit off a joint for D, we all sat back and enjoyed the show watching D teach a mid 20's young man how an experienced wife takes care of a man. She did not finish things off, but gave him two or three minutes of attention he would never forget.

The next day on the ride home, we discussed the events of the night before. How hot the moment was with everyone watching, how caught off guard she was, and actually in the end how glad we both were that it happened. it was really hot. We have done things like that before many times, just not without planning it or at least discussing it between us first. He is a great guy and although there were no regrets she asked that I not surprise her like that again without privately checking first, to which I agreed. - end background

Jump ahead eight months later - D and I were at a kink party in the home of a friend, probably 25 or so in attendance. Her basement was transformed into a play space with benches, crosses, floggers, a Sybian, and much more. I saw so many cool scenes play out that night, a great time was had by all. At about 1am, things winded down and the last of the traveling guests left. We were two of only four people staying over for the night due to the length of our drive. One of the other two individuals staying was the aforementioned gent in his 20's, flying solo for the evening since his fiance could not get off work. He was not expected to attend but somehow was able to make the trip last minute. D was still dressed in one of her favorite outfits, a black vinyl (imitation leather) mini skirt with black thong, and a black loose fitting cami that an executive would wear under a button up blouse. No bra of course! For some reason these kink parties involve a lot of sexy outfit changes for the girls. Corsets, nylons, accessories, hats, and the like. The outfit she was still in has always been one of my favorites.

The three of us realized we were the last three up and collectively suggested we go back downstairs and have a drink before retiring to bed. I grabbed half a bottle of Bourbon off the bar and a couple of glasses and we went downstairs. Our friend (we'll call him J) planned to sleep on a couch in the basement since he did not have a room. The three of us sat on the massage table, D was between J and I as we just made small talk and sipped on some decent Bourbon. We continued to talk and sip for about a half hour, with no mention of any sexual reference or even innuendo. This was a kink party that had just wrapped up, and although there is often nudity the vibe is generally not about non-monogamous sex. During this half an hour of sipping and talking D had turned to me a few times and whispered "no". I never said a single word nor hinted at all in any way that something sexy should happen. Not even a raised eyebrow from me, I just acted like I did not know what she was referring to with those half dozen or so little "no's" she kept whispering. I just ignored them and talked like we were all old friends. At one point J got up to go to the bathroom. While he was gone she whispered to me something like "Nothing is going to happen, right?" To which i replied "That was a one time thing, and I promised not to put you in that type of position again". Hearing that she relaxed quite a bit, and had another sip of Bourbon. I went upstairs to get a few more ice cubes and when I came down J was back in his spot on the edge of the table, next to D. I sat on the other side and poured a splash on the fresh ice as the small talk continued.

Out of nowhere, D then just jumped off the edge of the table, turned to us and said one word. "Fine."

She continued, "I think I know what you guys are thinking, if you would like a little fun, I'm game."
I looked at her and knew she had flipped the switch, she definitely has an adventurous horny side that surfaces once and a while, and it was here! I told her "The last two guys awake could really use a blowjob with a happy ending to help us fall asleep."

She replied "Is that what you want?"

I responded "Our friend should be first."

She walked up to him, he was still sitting on the edge of the massage table with his legs hanging over. She unbuttoned his shorts, and pulled off his shorts and boxers. She then gave him the most amazing, wet, sloppy blowjob I've ever seen her give. She gives remarkable head always, I am such a lucky guy in that regard but the determination and passion she put into this was awesome. Working him with one hand and her mouth, cradling and scratching his balls with the other while keeping everything so wet! The loud slurping was something I had never heard from her like this. She was bent over doing her thing with J so I moved behind her and started gently spanking her ass and playing with her thong under that black skirt. I then said to J "She will swallow every drop like a good girl". D moaned and became even more intensely focused.

I noticed how wet she was while playing with her thong, and quickly dropped my pants. Pulling her thong to the side, I slipped inside her from behind and just like that we were spit roasting my wife! J started to comment on that very act, throwing a few dirty words of appreciation her way. I no sooner reminded him she would swallow when he lost it and exploded in her mouth. She did swallow every drop of him as promised.

J then slid off the edge of the massage table and walked across the room to the bathroom. When he came out D was on her knees working on me. He watched us for about two minutes until I finished in her mouth, and true to her word she swallowed every drop again. After a few pleasantries and hugs we retired upstairs to bed, with yet another amazing memory shared with my awesome, adventurous, sexy wife.

Hard to remember all the details as they unfolded just a few years ago, but much of this began to come back as I was typing this afternoon. This is an honest account, not embellished whatsoever. I have pics of D from earlier that night and will dig one out & share. Unfortunately there were none taken of the event at hand.
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A memorable evening
 

Originally posted in "has your wife or GF ever had more than one man in an evening?"

Sure, beginning with our first swing experience which was a MFM, I suppose that is technically two at once. Through the years there were several more MFM or MFMF encounters but generally not more than one every month or two.

Then we met a couple who were into creating their own hot wife events, and on two separate occasions my wife D and her new friend took on several men in a two-girl GB setting. It was an incredibly hot experience to witness and participate in! Once was myself and 5 other guys, the second time myself + 6. D was in her late 40's in really good shape, her friend was a little younger and equally stunning. The other couple did all the work finding and vetting participants and I must admit they did better than i probably could have. All guys were late 20's to 40, in really good shape, well equipped, and attractive which definitely made it a more memorable experience for D. Had she not been sufficiently attracted the first time the second time probably would not have happened.

The first time we were both a little nervous, I think she had some concerns that I was not entirely good with it so she was a little reserved with her participation. From my perspective I wanted to make sure she was not uncomfortable, or worse, as neither of us had met any of these guys before. Actually the other couple only knew half of the guys so we were both a little less than completely relaxed. She reminded me after that at one point I was actually watching her with two guys standing with my arms folded. I was loving it and smiling all the way, but my body language was misread by her and I think I unintentionally drained a little of her enthusiasm.

All worked out really well, and after some discussion about how things went and weeks of crazy hot sex together we agreed we were game for another try. My perspective for round 2 was to emphasize we may never have a similar experience, so carpe-diem all the way. I encouraged her for days prior to have her mind in the right place, look at each man as someone she was there to serve, and serve well. Truth was she was the one being spoiled, but I wanted to see her A game when she was in gear. My favorite part of encouraging her preparation was to remind her to whisper in the ear (even with a little tongue) of the man inside her at the moment, asking and pleading for cum. Fingernails in the back a little bit, grab tightly when appropriate, lots of eye contact, etc. Complete buy-in for every moment entirely was what I needed from her. She did so really well with at least two of the gents and neither one lasted long at all. One in particular was a guy in his late 20s, first time ever doing anything like this and she blew his mind. He was embarrassed that he only lasted a few minutes and actually left right after, I don't think he spent any time with D's cohort at all!

The two girls were amazing to see, I have so many remarkable "mind photos" in time from that evening.

After the first 45 minutes or so D needed a water break so she left the king bed where everything was happening and moved over to the couches. This was a good sized one room hotel suite we were in. Myself and two of the guys were on the two L-shaped couches at that moment, and here comes D - long blonde straight hair smelling of sex, with nothing on but lace top elastic black sheer thigh-highs. I remember I had my boxers on, the other two guys were naked except for socks. She sat between us and drank some water, had a sip of scotch, then was passed around between the three of us having her body groped and kissed at will. She loved the attention! In the background was her friend moaning and groaning taking on a couple men on the bed. Some of the hottest memories ever!

About 10 minutes later she was ready to continue, and following my instructions for the moment she grabbed the hand of one of the guys and led him to the bed. Back in the whirlwind of sex for another 45 min or so. They were lined up waiting for a place to join in. Seemed like her hands were used for staging until her lips or V were available.

One of my favorite things of all was taking her when we got home. I was less than fully charged from coming a couple times earlier but the smells of her used body drove me wild. Salty perspiration, perfume, the pheromones of others on her skin - she smelled of sex. We had incredible sex that night and again in the morning before I would allow her to shower.
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The first time wife and I visit a strip club
 

Originally posted in "unexpected incredible sexual experiences"

I was in my mid 40's and we were on the way home from dinner - celebrating my birthday. D suggested out of the blue we should stop in and have a beer at the local strip club if I was up for it. We had never discussed the idea at all, this was a complete spontaneous surprise. Of course I was game, so in no time we were sitting along the catwalk placing dollars and sipping cocktails. I definitely enjoyed watching the wife interact with the girls far more than tucking bills myself. She was enjoying the environment as much as I. After a few drinks we were approached for a private dance out back, and everything seemed good so off we went.

The dancers on stage at this club were often entirely nude by the end of a routine, however private dances required a minimum of a thong. Back in a dark corner of the back room my wife and I were sitting on a couch with a girl nearly half my age straddling me in only a thong. I was completely dressed of course, and patrons touching the dancer was supposed to be "limited" so I remained well behaved not wanting to attract the attention of the management or cross that invisible line with D. She danced and ground away on my lap, running her hands up and down my arms, across my torso, and around my back. I expected D may become a little jealous at some point, but I honestly had no idea where that line may be. I was watching D very carefully of course, and much to my surprise she was actually getting really worked up. D asked me if I was enjoying my birthday as her hands moved to me for a few moments, then her attention shifted to the dancer on my lap. From next to me on the couch, D leaned in and ran her hands softly and methodically over just about every inch of our nearly naked friend. I was amazed, loving this and soaking in every visual memory I could bank.

When the song ended I gave our dancer her $20, and suggested that D have a turn since she seemed to be enjoying herself so much. As the next song began the dancer straddled D the same way she had me, and their time together started out with an extended french kiss. Wow! D then took off her shirt and bra, now only in a pair of tight jeans with the dancer on her lap. The girls continued to pet each other top to bottom, tasting each others nipples and kissing a few more times. For a couple brief moments D's fingers slipped inside the dancer's thong, which she allowed for just a few seconds each time before gently tugging her wrist away. They continued halfway into the next song before a bouncer came over to nicely remind them that no touching was allowed. I think I gave the dancer $50 for her time and bought her a drink as we returned to the main room.

There was a little bit of discussion between D and the dancer privately and between D and I about where things could end up that evening after closing time, but alas it was not meant to be. We had never talked about something like we just experienced, let alone a threesome. Deep inside we were both definitely apprehensive about crossing those lines at that time in our lives. To this day I am amazed that the evening went the way it did, best birthday present ever from the wife!

Rubbing one (or two) out
 

Originally posted in "holiday balcony nudity"

A few months ago Fall 2023 we spent a week in Aruba. The hotel rooms had balconies but they were really small, Just 30" wide, six feet long and all railings. No wall/partition from the deck up and definitely no room for a chair. Essentially only enough space to check the weather - or so I thought.

A few days in we found ourselves sitting at the pool reading and sipping cocktails. Sometime around noon or 1pm D said she was going to the room to grab some snacks, and returned about 20 minutes later. Relaxation & cocktails ensued as usual for the rest of the afternoon. At one point a couple of hours later we were floating around the pool and she said "You know, while I was gone I took care of myself. That's why I was gone so long." I smiled and reminded her I always approve of such behavior, especially on vacation. She continued with "Yes, but I did it out on the balcony of our room with my crave." (crave is a small vibrator one can wear as a necklace, about half the size of a new pencil). She said it was totally unplanned, just a very spontaneous act where she just seized the moment. She described where and how she sat, pulling her bikini bottoms to the side for access. I had quite a different profile in my trunks when we stepped out of the pool after hearing this!

Later that evening when we returned from dinner I asked if she would re-create the scene for me. I soon learned the mood was not there and I got a "No way, I'm not doing that again. I almost did not tell you because I knew you would ask me to do it again. It was totally spontaneous and exciting when it happened, planning it is not cool. I will NOT do that again so don't ask." This well trained husband took the hint, and went downstairs to the courtyard bar to have a cigar. While sitting outside enjoying my bourbon & cigar, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of the balcony of our room - which was right above where I was sitting. It was 10pm and dark, and I could not believe how exposed (and well lit) the small balcony actually was. D came downstairs and joined me for a drink a half-hour later, and I pointed out where our room was from our perspective. She raised an eyebrow and said "Wow, that is pretty open. You think anyone saw me?" My reply was even if someone did, they probably could not tell what you were doing since you were sitting down on the floor so I would not worry about it.

The next evening we had a few more drinks at dinner than usual, and D had taken an edible. When we got back to the room she was feeling good, definitely in a sexy sort of mood. She changed into a white sweater vest and a micro-short jean skirt (no bra or panties) to accompany me to the outdoor courtyard lounge for drinks. I had a cigar and bourbon, she had a couple shots of tequila. It was a really quiet night in the lounge so we returned to our room around 10pm.

While I was in the bathroom, she took off her jean skirt and sandals and went to the balcony with her crave. I thought she might be out there smoking, but after a minute I opened the slider to check and saw her sitting on the floor in only the sweater vest working on herself. The balcony was so small, that when I slid the door open more than a few inches it hit her back, breaking the concentration she had at the moment. She smiled and asked for a few minutes to herself to get things going. I obliged and closed the slider, except for about 4 inches. Being the opportunist I am, I waited a couple of minutes to assure things were moving along, and grabbed my phone to document the moment. I stuck the phone out through the crack in the slider and snapped a few pictures before she noticed the flash and insisted I stop. I left her alone for a few more minutes and she came back in the room with a smile, dripping wet and satisfied. We joked about things for a minute, poured some wine, and she decided to return to the balcony for another round. This time I left the slider open, and did not bother her for a couple of minutes. When I did step out there she was hot and heavy in the moment, sitting against the window legs spread with her feet against the railing. She reached over and pulled my boxers down, and took me in her mouth while she worked herself to a frenzy. I glanced out to the right and noticed of the 100+ room balconies I could see (the hotel is a "U" shape and we were in the bottom of the curve) there was one guy a floor above us about 60 feet to the side watching us intently while he smoked a cigarette on his balcony. I whispered to D we were being watched and she paused for a minute. She looked over at him, turned back to me and said "I don't care" as she put my cock back in her mouth. Thirty seconds later she had an intense orgasm. It took her a minute to get up to return to the room, she was a bit cramped from contorting in her sitting position so long. She stepped over to the open half of the slider (one step actually), turned and grabbed the railing sticking her ass in the air back into the room through the open half of the slider and said "Fuck Me". I obliged immediately of course, and she and I both made eye contact with the guy watching us while I fucked her from behind against the railing. A few pumps in I realized we were quite "backlit", so I told D to remain exactly where she was and took a second to turn off all lights in the room before sliding back in. It was only a minute or two until I finished, but our voyeur stayed for the whole show.

Of course a good story must have pictures, so I have attached one of D early on in the act that night, and one I took the night before from my seat at the courtyard lounge. In retrospect, seeing how well lit the building is I don't think turning off the lights really made a difference.

I'm enjoying your erotic tales, thanks but...
 

It seems that pics were not attached to your most recent excellent segment of what can only be a potential Best Seller entitled "The story of D the delightful Hotwife". More please and thank you..

A few photos
 

Thanks very much for the kind words, glad to be able to share these very fortunate experiences. A few of the photos that did not come along with recent posts.

Her first time with another woman
 

To follow is the story of an encounter a few years back. I had shared this story last year within a thread started by another member of this site, and it was unfortunately lost to cyberspace when that user deleted their thread or account.

In late 2017 we had just started exploring the world of ethical non-monogamy after 20+ years of marriage. We were still getting our feet wet with just a couple of really fun MFM encounters under the belt. My wife D was definitely enjoying our adventures, however she had some reservations about where things were headed. Specifically she was really not comfortable with the idea of my interaction with other women. This did not bother me whatsoever, as I thought these adventures to date were a complete success. Not only did we both respect the comfort levels of the other after so many years, but in truth I was thoroughly enjoying the thrill of sharing (and exploiting) my sexy wife. Call it what you will, I have come to learn that this is actually a significant kink of mine. To say nothing that the resulting lustful energy it created between us was off the charts.

Nonetheless, we were new to the scene and easing (sometimes falling) in to situations that progressively became more edgy, for lack of a better word. One afternoon I was browsing the local CL personals and came across a straight couple looking for a single F for him. Their back story went something like - he had spontaneously shared his wife with a friend on a camping trip, and a single F for him would even their count. They were not swingers and had no other lifestyle experience, just looking for a one time hall pass thing for him. We exchanged a few emails and eventually pictures. They were our age, and we thought them very attractive with physical attributes extremely close to us. The fact they were a couple was a bonus, inside I was thinking you never know when our boundaries may expand. We could definitely have some great conversation with cocktails and as long as they were good with the concept (rule) that I would only touch D then maybe we would be a fit. This seemed like a great next-stepping stone for us.

After some email exchanges it was clear all four of us were on board, so we decided it would be a good idea to schedule a vanilla meeting to see if we clicked. No same-night play, no obligation, just meet for a drink. We tried to schedule a few times, but an illness then a no-babysitter derailed our plans. I was beginning to think they were really not on board after two last-minute cancellations, until they reached out a third time. We finally did meet them at an oriental restaurant for drinks, and we definitely hit it off. The girls had a few mai tais and became instant friends. They emerged from the restroom as he and I paid the bill, and the girls collectively suggested we go to their (he is "J" she is "K") house for another drink and maybe some 420.

We followed J & K to their house, about 30 minutes away. D and I had some fun discussions on the way, she was definitely in a good place with an adventurous mood. We re-confirmed between us our agreement - if anything were to evolve there would be no contact between K and I. When we got there we stood around the island in their kitchen and had a beer and some fireball whiskey. I remember noticing they were not planning on company themselves as upon arrival they scrambled to remove piles of mail and clutter from the counter. This was definitely a spontaneous occurrence from both sides. After 15 minutes of small talk we all had a puff of 420, then the girls went upstairs to use the bathroom. J and I chatted for a bit, then the girls called out to us from upstairs. We joined the girls in the spare bedroom and immediately started kissing and undressing our own wives. In a few minutes both girls were completely undressed, laying on their backs next to one-another on the bed. The girls started kissing and fondling one another while he and I started licking our girl's pussies, kind of a side by side race.

He and I started shedding clothes -all while continuing the tongue race - until we were all naked. The two girls, on their backs and right next to each other, were pulled to the side of the bed where we changed the pace and started fucking our wives. Side by side. Lots of moaning and squirming, with a few girl-girl kisses mixed in. At one point we all looked at each other with the same sort of "what next" smile... J was standing between his wife's legs and entered her with a few fingers, then said "K is really really wet, you should check this out". I looked at D and without missing a beat said I would love to, but that is not our deal. "Sorry K, but I can't". They apologized - heat of the moment, excitement, etc, but no harm was done. I then reminded him of the other part of our plan, and said "D is really wet too, I think it is your turn". I stepped aside and K and I watched J fuck my sexy wife for a good five minutes or so. At one point I suggested to K we go get some water, we were all working up a sweat and really hot. My wife D spoke up and said "in a minute, I want to switch back first". We both re-entered our own wives and within a few minutes we both came.

The girls went to the bathroom, he and I got dressed and went downstairs. D followed a few minutes later fully dressed alongside K wearing only a white t-shirt and pair of panties. We drank lots of water, another fireball shot and made some great small talk in the kitchen for about 20 minutes. It was getting late and D nudged me, that unspoken hint it is time to go. D spoke up and prepared to say goodbye, when I interrupted. "Before we go, if J wants one more taste now is the time". I said to D "You should give J a quick goodbye blowjob as a memory". Somehow that turned into a yes, so the four of us went into the adjoining living room which had a large sectional sofa with ottoman. D, J, and I were fully dressed, K wearing only a white t-shirt with thong panties. D sat on the edge of the ottoman. J stood in front of her, where she proceeded to unzip his pants, pull out his cock and started sucking. K and I were standing and watching the show, then we moved to the sofa and sat right next to each other to watch. We were close, hands on each other's thighs shoulder-to-shoulder watching D suck her husband's cock.

After a few minutes of great work by D, J stood her up and started undressing D. Shirt up and over her head, bra off, pants and panties down & off, then he bent D over and fucked my wife on the edge of the ottoman right in front of K and I. My wife D was really in to the moment, moaning and taking it like a champ. K and I were talking, laughing, and commenting on how hot this show was while it was going on right in front of us. I cant remember if J finished or not, in my wife, pulled out, or just took a break but either way he stopped fucking D for a moment. D stood up, completely naked, and took a drink of water. She was reaching for her clothes when J simply asked D "Hey, have you ever gone down on a woman before?" D kind of smiled, she was a little surprised and answered "No, not really". I saw where this might go and immediately spoke up "This seems like a great time to give it a try. What do you think K?"

K replied "I'm game if you are", and just like that D was on the spot. D was really ready to leave but had the three of us looking at her, and she was standing there still naked. She shrugged and smiled, and said "Ok, but I want a hit of 420 first." J and I could not scramble for the pipe fast enough! She stepped out on the deck and came back in a moment later ready to honor her decision. K was sitting on the couch so D moved K over one spot so her head was on the couch and her ass was on the ottoman. K removed her own thong, then D pulled back the white t-shirt and put her head between K's legs. D's hands holding K's folds open, D was licking, sucking, - K was squirming, what a show J and I had! The expressions on K's face were awesome, genuine and muscular we could tell things were going well. After a minute of this K's back began to arch. K grabbed two hand-fulls of D's hair, and arched her back so much her shoulders and heels were the only points on the couch. K screamed and quivered as my wife gave an oral orgasm to her first woman, right there in front of J and I.

When we headed out that evening for a cocktail I had no idea something like this was headed our way, what an awesome memory from our early days of swinging.

Maybe she is not retired yet...
 

We have all but sidelined any extra curricular activities involving others for more than two years now. D started a new job and confided in some new people in her life, which somehow led to reflection on the years prior with a "what am I doing?" disposition. Certainly not my perspective, but for some time now when memories of our adventures come up she rounds things out with a "never again", or "wish I never did that" comment. I still have not determined exactly what caused this change, but my job is to keep things flowing without turmoil so I had just accepted that is the new course of our 30 year relationship. I say appreciate what you've got at all times, never dwell on what you think is missing - even with menopause one year in the rear view she still loves sex, still masturbates quite regularly, and looks & dresses as sexy as ever. Just yesterday was a mid-thigh jean skirt (no panties) and a lace top silk cami (no bra) that barely covers the nipples for shopping and running errands on a Sunday.

So...

We have taken a few warm weather trips in the past few years now that we are financially stable and have our work gigs where we want them. Warm weather/tropical escapes will always put her in a good mood, and comparing the amount of vacation sex to daily home life interaction it is safe to say being near the equator makes her horny. (The balcony story from Aruba 18 months ago was a perfect example of this).
A few days ago we returned from a 6 night all inclusive adults only stay in Cancun, our first trip since Aruba. Just a normal no kids all inclusive, not in any way a swinger or seductive setting. We had a swim-out room with a private patio that shares a nice private pool the length of the building with about 14 other suites. Mexico is tough on no smoking. She picked up cigarettes recently and I have enjoy cigars on vacation, so upon arrival we asked our adjacent neighbors if they minded. There were no objections and our next-door neighbor couple in their 50's, he is a smoker. We all found ourselves outside on our respective patios for the first few nights chatting and enjoying the outdoors sometimes until well after midnight. Turns out their stay started the same day as ours, but they were leaving a day earlier. They were a little more reserved and quiet & a less social than us, they were not drinkers and did not enjoy "edibles" like D and I. As the week progressed our neighbor's wife spent more and more time in the room watching TV and sleeping. She spent barely an hour or two at the pools each day, and on the last two nights of their stay she had headaches and was described as tired. Our neighbor loved chatting with D every time they crossed paths having a cigarette on our adjacent patios. There was a concrete divider portion, then some wood lattice, then a space where you could walk between patios. He was always very respectful, not at all intrusive, and would usually remain on his side to converse unless either of us were in the pool. He definitely took a shine to D, asking where she was when I was outside alone or asking if she was going to swim. I think he really liked innocently seeing her in a bikini.

On our second-to-last night (their final night) we really had a lot to drink after dinner, went to the nightly show, and D had been eating twice the number of edibles she may ordinarily have. We got back to the room around 10:30pm and he was outside smoking when I stepped in to the pool. Again our neighbor was chatting with D who had slipped into a tight fitting black cotton dress to hang out on the patio. i could tell he liked the sight of her in this dress, she had no panties or bra on and her nipples poked through ever so slightly. He sort of made a presence between the two patios to maintain eye contact with D while they smoked, I was right there in the pool. he said "Ok, I am headed in, see you later" and went into his room. D went in to our room a minute later to get another beer, and while she was in there our neighbor came out in his swim trunks and walked into the pool. I was a little surprised to see him after his exit, he said his wife was asleep with a headache so he thought he would take a swim. He asked respectfully but with clear interest if D was going to swim with us. A minute later D opened the door and I told her to put on a suit and join us, which she did. When she came outside in a bikini she was a little slow getting acclimated to the water, and our neighbor asked if we wanted to walk to the hot tub, less than 100 yards away on the edge of the property. It would be warmer and he was meaning to check it out but had not done so and this was his last night here. We all agreed and the three of us walked there. He and I in swim trunks, D in a bikini wrapped in a white hotel terrycloth robe. She brought her cigarettes in a clutch, I added our room key and a 420 vape pen with a couple of beers.
This hot tub was very large, probably close to 25' in diameter. It was all concrete, only about 3 feet deep, with a concrete bench around the sides which was only about 12" below the surface. Our neighbor turned on the jets and for the next 10 minutes we all floated around, laughed and talked, and sat on some jets. We were the only three in the tub, and anywhere in sight for that matter. D very quickly finished a beer, I pulled off the vape and walked across the Jacuzzi to "shotgun" the hit to D which she readily enjoyed. She was very relaxed sitting on some jets on the bench, I was facing her and our neighbor was 6 feet off to the side minding his own business just staring at the stars enjoying the steam and bubbles. I began to play with her bikini under the water, then reached in with a finger, then entered with two. Slowly working her G spot for no more than 30 seconds her legs began to spread wider and wider apart. I asked her if she liked this and got a nod and M-Hmm. She looked over and actually asked me who that was sitting 6 feet to the side. I said "It is our neighbor, remember?" "Oh yeah, I was so into the moment I forgot where I was!" she said. She was clearly in a rather aloof state and a great place when I leaned forward and asked "Would you like to be fingered by both of us at the same time?". She looked at me with a smile and said "Really?" then with a sly smirk and an I-guess-so shrug she said "sure".

None of us had discussed anything of the sort, and never even had a remotely suggestive conversation all week. Our neighbor was sitting 6 feet away, and giving us our respectful space not even looking over at what was going on. I know he could not have heard anything we said, but likely thought something may be going on underwater by how we were sitting. I thought for a minute, and fingered her for another 15 seconds, then slid off her bikini bottoms with no resistance (maybe even a little assistance from D). I held them up in the air and said to our neighbor "Look what I found!" He replied with an emphatic "Wow, what a lucky find!" I laughed and whispered in D's ear, "Maybe you should slide over a little and see if you can find his cock". She needed no more encouragement than that, and slid right up next to him.

I was a little surprised with what happened next :) I expected the three of us to sit together, he and I making a "D sandwich" and have a little fun. See where things go. D decided to straddle him and reached for the tie on his swimsuit. She pulled a little and felt around as he was working his trunks down a little bit but not off. D grabbed his cock, sat on it and started fucking him right then and there. In a few seconds he was in her completely, holding her waist while she put her hands on his shoulders and rode him like a bronco. I was right there next to them, I rubbed her back, told her she was a good girl, gave her a kiss or two, and even reached down touching her sphincter and with a finger verified his dick was way up in her pussy. She continued to ride for about 60 seconds, the two of them groaning and moaning pretty well. I don't know exactly what triggered the dismount, but when she hopped off she moved a few feet to the side and washed her pussy out in the jets. We don't know if he came in her or not, but the whole thing was way too spontaneous (and under water) to use any protection. it just happened, just like that. And in another couple minutes we were all floating/wading about on our knees moving around the tub like nothing happened. he grabbed a cigarette, I lit one for D and brought it into the tub. D was still bottomless, and when I handed her the smoke I put her on my lap and made an attempt to fuck her myself, but I was not quite there at the moment and the lubrication was lacking. No worries, I knew I would have my time later for sure. Then D asked me "Did you guys plan this? You must have worked this out all along." I replied "No way, this was entirely 100% spontaneous. Lets ask". We drifted over to him, D on my lap straddling me and I said "She wants to know if we planned this, did we have any such discussion?" He replied "Nope, that was all on-the-spot". I asked "Are we good, everything ok?" he replied "Absolutely! What about you guys?" with a smile. I assured him we are all good, did not kiss and tell, and will never do or say anything that would put him in a compromised position. He suggested D may want to put on her bottoms in case security or others come by and we need to exit the hot tub, to which she obliged. We floated around for a few minutes, then got out and walked back to our rooms.

As we passed our room door first I said "See you on the patio for a smoke, neighbor." to which I believe he replied affirmatively. D was excited. Horny would have been an understatement. As soon as we got into the room she dropped her suit and robe, dried off, slid on the black dress and went outside for a smoke. She waited anxiously, looked around the wood lattice a couple of times, then finished her cigarette and went inside to get a beer. We closed the door and she said to me "OMG, I can't believe that just happened. I fucked him in the hot tub!" She paused for a minute and said "I want to fuck him again, right now!". Husband = instant boner from that one. Wow, what a wife. She spent the next two hours in a lounger on the patio masturbating with a large steel dildo and her nearly silent Crave vibrator.

She hoped and fantasized for hours, but surprisingly we never saw him again. He was a heavy smoker, hard to believe he would not come out for one - but we watched and waited with no sign. Could be we were too close to "home" and there could certainly be a lot at stake. We do not believe they were swingers, never got any of that vibe which we know how to read. Actually on our side we thought of ourselves as "born again vanilla" since as a couple we had written off swinging and not even dabbled for years.

I am writing this un-embellished sincerely true account less than 4 days after it happened. We fucked wildly for hours that night, and every night since. She has experienced some squirting, shivering, screaming orgasms from this memory the likes of which I have not seen for some time. They are always ok or good, but this is different. She has brought up the occurrence a dozen times, asking me to recount how it played out over and over. I asked if she had any regrets – about her side or his to which she emphatically says “Not at all”. I have also suggested that this was an organic and exciting thing which can be replicated, which has not been met with a solid "no", but with statements like "I feel selfish because I get uneasy when you touch another woman" and "when you plan these things you become too consumed, and I don't like that". All lessons in listening - some taken to heart and others may need a little work. But just maybe she is not retired just yet… Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed our vicarious fun.

Her Ex
 

My wife used to have a friends-with-benefits situation with a guy who’d pursued her before they dated for a bit. Apparently, they split because their personalities didn’t mesh, but she was always super satisfied with his skills in bed. So, after they broke up, they transitioned from dating to just hooking up. She told me there were times when she’d spend an entire week at his place, going at it like crazy.

Not long after we got married, her ex happened to be in a nearby city for work. Since a few other friends lived close by, they naturally planned a get-together at a Friday night. I’d heard plenty of stories from my wife about their bedroom life, and I knew she still kinda missed what he was packing. Since I wasn’t too close with most of the group, I figured they’d have more fun without me there. I teased her beforehand, asking what she’d do if he made a move. She just grinned and said, “Depends on the vibe.”

That night, since they’d be drinking and couldn’t drive, I played chauffeur and dropped her off. She was wearing a tight lavender tank top and my favorite white denim mini skirt. Sitting in the passenger seat, her long, pale legs were on full display, making it damn near impossible to focus on the road. I drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh the whole way.

By the time we pulled into the restaurant parking lot, I was already rock-hard imagining her in that outfit getting it on with her ex. I lifted her skirt and saw she was wearing the knitted panties I’d bought her. That sent me over the edge—I pinned her to the passenger seat, kissing her wildly until we were both breathless. Before she got out, I half-jokingly told her not to give in too easily and to put up a little fight.

That night, I sat on my couch watching TV, not registering a single thing on the screen. My coke on the table went flat from sitting there so long. It wasn’t until almost midnight that she called. I sped over to pick her up at a bar a few streets from the restaurant—they’d walked over after dinner to keep drinking. When I got there, everyone was still around, including her ex, who gave me a friendly wave as we drove off.

In the car, I couldn’t wait to ask her what happened. I’d half-expected her to end up at his hotel. Did he not make a move? She blushed, smirked, and guided my hand under her skirt. Her panties were soaked. She said back at the restaurant, he’d already leaned in close and whispered something to her. I was curious why it ended so early, then. Turns out, after they got to the bar, he pulled her into one of those larger family-style restrooms. They made out like crazy, hands roaming all over each other—touching everything they should and shouldn’t.

Her ex’s stance was that since she was married, they shouldn’t go to his hotel. But he still had her pull her panties aside and gave her a few hard thrusts, though he didn’t finish.

Hearing this, I was already rock-hard again, my fingers slipping into her drenched panties. When we got home, I took care of what he didn’t finish. My wife even said I performed better than usual, which left me torn between wanting to laugh or cry.