The first story I wrote was about the swinging scene, how we became involved, then moved onto dogging, done that for a year, then moved on to the next chapter in our life.
After the dogging fiasco, we sat down, had a long chat about our sexual desires, then mapped out a plan on how we could meet males for sex with my GF, a threesome with her. Going to swing parties was always a hit a miss thing, we wanted something more fitting, finding a male who was willing to meet regularly for sex was nothing hard thing to do, so we thought at the time.
There used to be a place in our city, run by a SH member, that establishment has long gone and where it once stood is now a huge car park. We heard about this venue by other members, decided we would go, as it was open during the day.
On entry, you were taken past a large swimming pool onto a small area where you paid for the entry, there were limited rooms and the place inside was quite small, the pool being the largest part of the building and taking up the room.
Both of us undressed, then lowered ourselves down into the pool, there was a larger male down one end, and he made a beeline over to the GF. being polite, she refused his advances and offers of sex. There was no chit chat, he was just straight into asking and suggesting. No doubt, part of the lunch time crew, in for a quickie then back to work to whatever he did.
Reverberations of our very last swing meet, where bogans owned the house and were harassing the women. We climbed out, then left, unsure to go back and try again another day or plan something different.
Two weeks later, we went back, on a Tuesday this time, nude again in the pool, just chatting to ourselves, when a fit male strode in, in his mid thirties, we both watched him undress, my GF gave me the nod of approval, he paid us no attention, dove into the pool, swam about a bit then joined us in one corner. I climbed out, giving the GF some time with him, before long, both of them joined me, GF said she wanted to have sex, so the three of us went off to a private room, we locked the door behind us.
Terry laid down on the bed, the GF climbed on and started to suck his cock, while I moved in behind her talking dirty to her, playing with her camel toe and rubbing my little peni up against her crack, leaning forward and playing with her 34B tits. Terry was hard as he could ever be, he actually asked if he could have sex with the GF.
"go ahead I said, be my guest".
We changed positions, the GF now sucking me while Terry wet her with some lube supplied by the owner of this venue, he then started to force his cock into her, she asked him to slow down and he did, once he was inside of her to his full six inch depth, gripped her ample hips and began fucking her slowly, nice even strokes, the GF would stop sucking my peni, her eyes closed, she turned her head, grimaced her face, feeling Terry inside of her, then tried to go back sucking me.
That first moan of pleasure indicated she had climaxed, Terry kept going, slow even movements into her, his hands moving off her hips, and onto her tits, squeezing the soft pink nipples, slapping the white breast flesh, then move his hands back to her hips, all the while still going in and out out of her vagina in this slow rhythm of movement.
Another moan, another climax, Terry still going with his method of pleasing the GF, until she asked him to fuck her harder. A loud slap on her right bum cheeks and her screeching in pleasure, leaving his hand print, he gripped both her hips, then thrusted in harder and faster, her tits flapping back and forth, slapping against her chest, the moaning changed to almost screaming, that sound again when flesh is hitting flesh (you know what it sounds like), she stopped sucking me, I rolled away to give her room, resting her top body on the bed, arse in the air, gripping the bed linen, I stood off to one side, watching Terrys cock going in and out of her camel toe, I was erect, getting off watching him fuck her.
He stopped suddenly, held her hips, pulled her body back as he pumped his sperm into her, the GF was spent, she tried to fall forward, away from Terry, but he held her, stopped the GF from doing that, I could see his balls move up higher, the last of his blow filling her void, he still held her tightly, then Terry let her go. The GF fell forward, Terry wiped his cock on her arse, moved back a little bit, nodded to me, said thanks, then left the room.
After what seemed like an hour, we showered, dressed then left the premises. Never saw Terry again, we only found out his name after he had left, by chatting with the owner.
With our lust to have a 3some again, a plan was devised to meet random men for that purpose. We chatted with men through personal messages, organised a meeting location (usually meet them halfway way in distance from where they lived and where we did).
The GF is a pear shaped female, big bum, hips and thick firm legs, I like my women the way Norman Lindsey, a painter did them in his portraits, in my eyes, the shape of real women. She has 34B boobs, pink nipples with a shaved camel toe vagina. I mention this, as it plays an important part in how we were going about to attract males for the coming 3somes.
The standard dress mode for these occasion would be in similar lines, just different colours of tops and skirts, winter meetings would afford a cardigan covering her exposed bits, especially if we could not sit inside the coffee shop.
The dress code was this. A short skirt above her knees with a split up the side, no knickers worn, suspender pantyhose, heels, either a see through lattice top in colours pink, blue and yellow or a black V neck spaghetti top, no bra, basic makeup with a nice scent, her long brown hair tied up in a pony tail. There were moments prior to the meeting on dummy runs, dressing, how to sit, how to excite and attract. We chose to meet at an established coffee house, who had a chain of them right across the country we live in, has a letter D.
After chatting with a male, we arranged to meet him, on this first coffee meeting, the GF wore a black V neck top, no bra, dark blue denim skirt with split up her right side, suspender pantyhose, red heels, no knickers. The coffee shop has these big soft comfortable bench seats at one end of the table, the GF sat down, opened her legs a little, I went out and came back in, I could see her camel toe easily enough. We waited until the male arrived, then ordered coffee.
The whole idea of organising a coffee meeting was to vet those males who might be interested in having a 3some with her. Let me tell you this, its a good idea, sex is not on that first day, and we explained that in detail before meeting them, sex would happen another time, and at a big high rise Motel on the coast.
The first male we met that day turned up in a singlet, dirty long shorts, thongs (sandals) and a very smelly body, we said no thanks, drank our coffee then left. This went on for a few months, due to. the fact I was working away in mining, so twice a month when out on RNR, a meeting would be organised.
Almost twelve months had passed when we met a chap named Glen, he liked what he saw sitting across the table from him, polite and easy to get on with, there were lots of laughter, so I encouraged him to sit beside her, and he did, she had her hand on his cock within a few minutes of him moving over to her, and he had his hand between her legs playing with her smooth shaved camel toe.
A date was set to have sex, on my next RNR out, we booked the Motel room, met Glen in the bar downstairs, the GF had on a see through yellow lattice top covered by a cardigan, sitting down at a short round table, exposing her thighs and camel toe in the process. Glen was excited by the bulge in his trousers, we drank in a hurry then caught the lift up to the room.
The GF had her tits out in the lift, Glen sucking and slurping on them, some composure needed to walk down the long corridor to the room, Glen was not having that, he walked her down, her tits free. Once inside the room, he almost tore off his clothes, he was that eager to have sex. The GF was on the bed, legs open and Glen going down on her, his fingers finding her clit, kissing, licking and fingering. I heard the rip of the lattice top, her tits fully exposed, he pulled off her skirt, kissed, sucked and nibbled her nipples.
Glen pushed her legs up and over, held her in place with his knees, started to rub his cock against her cunt, teasing it, her legs rested on his shoulders, he moved further up, pushing the GF legs up more, then with his right hand, placed his cock onto the lips of her small labia lips, and pushed in slowly. I walked to the side of the bed, undressed, looked down at her, eyes closed, Glen's cock all the way in, his balls resting against her arse cheeks.
His hips started to flex, his cock going in and out, short strokes, hands exploring her white tits, tweaking her nipples, his balls flapping against her butt cheeks, then he changed positions, pushed her legs down, climbed on top of her, and began fucking her the old fashioned way. She reached out to me, I grabbed her hand, her legs wrapped around Glen, eyes rolling under her lids, Glen going hard and fast, I could see his cock doing its thing, and that brought immense sexual pleasure to me, watching another man's cock enjoying my GF cunt (now my wife).
When he emptied his balls into her, holding her body against his, just like Terry had done 11 months earlier, I thought we had a found the man that would make this a regular event with us. But that was never going to be Glen's idea of random sex.
He moved on, so did we, until we actually met a male a few years younger than us. Ronnie was and still is a good friend to this day, we meet for coffee, although sex with the wife now has terminated, due to the wife having plumbing problems in that area, but we still reminisce about going to the nude beach together, coffee meets and sex in public places during daylight hours, back then, wild spontaneous sex.
The End
