I was curious about the lifestyle. In the times that we'd spoken of it, our voices hushed to prying ears, she
would relate stories to me about "The Pool" and other adult hangouts that she, her husband and other swingers in the area frequented. The off-handed remarks about letting me "borrow" her husband to "meet certain needs" sparked my interest and curisity.
It was a beautiful Thanksgiving Day, and I had been invited over for dinner. The theme was "Thanksgiving in Pajamas" and my friend hinted to me that I could stay the night if I chose to.
When I arrived, the house smelled delicious. I didn't realize another guest had been invited and suddenly I felt pretty silly dressed in my thin long-sleeved blue cotton night shirt, equally skimpy pink heart- decorated PJ pants and bedroom slippers. Danika quickly explained to the other guest that she had told me it was a "Thanksgiving in Pajamas" dinner. The guest laughed graciously and thought nothing more of it.
Girard removed the turkey from the oven shortly after I arrived. I had seen pictuers but never actually met the man. My friend smiled smugly as she watched me oogle her husband.
He was a relatively handsome man, 5'10", brown-salt and pepper hair, and striking blue eyes. He was a little on the heavier side, but no less an attractive individual.
Dinner was exquisite and as we chatted casually about life, work and his business, I could feel the undertones of sexual tension building.
After dinner the other house guest bid his farewell, and the rest of us moved to the livingroom. We soon found ourselves zoned out and glued to the television. I snuck occassional glances Girard's way, more closely studying his features. His full lips were neatly framed by his heavy goatee. His eyes were kind but mischevious, and his boyish face lit up and revealed deep dimples when he smiled. My glances did not go unnoticed by my friend.
"Nikki wants to know about The Pool". I was seated catty-corner from Girard and saw his shocked and mortified reaction mirror mine when Danika said it.
Girard turned several shades of red and looked from me to his wife with a panicked expression.
"She knows, I told her." Danika went on to explain my confronting her about the lifestyle while driving back from a meeting one afternoon.
Girard relaxed considerably and we launched into a rousing conversation about the Swinger lifestyle. By 10:30pm, we found ourselves once again zoned out in front of the TV. Tension was building when Girard finally called it a night.
Danika was knitting and I stared awkwardly at the TV after watching him go. My mind was racing. Should I ask her? Should I forget it and go home?
"You are welcome to stay if you'd like, but it's not a requirement" she commented, still focusing on her knitting.
My mind was reeling as I thought about the posibilities and consequences. Timidly I asked "I can go to him?"
"Yeah, I don't care" was her response.
Without another word, I hopped off the couch and sheepishly slunk down the hall, feeling her smirk and eyes watching me go.
The door was open ajar, and a dim light on the night stand warmed the room. I found him laying on top of the covers, fully dressed, his hands behind his head staring curiously at me.
I crawled onto the bed next to him and wordlessly snuggled up in the crook of his arm. Within seconds, he tilted my face towards his and began kissing me passionately. His large hands found his way to my heavy breasts and he gently lifted my shirt. His lips were hot on my neck, as he removed my bra and began sucking on my erect nipples.
I worried about the sounds of my moans carrying down the hall to Danika, but his hands were on my waist band pulling off my pantiless bottoms, and his lips and tongue were parting my smooth soaking wet pussy before I had time to give it a second thought. He worked my clit mercilessly as he pushed me to heightened levels of arousal.
After a while I sat up, suddenly eager to return the favor. I pulled at his belt buckle and undid the button before unzipping his jeans. His small but very hard cock was straining up against his underwear. Gently releasing it, I rubbed the tip gently with my fingers causing him to inhale loudly. I waited patiently as he pulled off his jeans and blue boxer briefs before tossing them on the floor.
Kneeling above me, he braced himself with his hand on the wall as I grabbed hold of his hardness and licked around the rim of his neatly cut cock. Slowly wrapping my lips around it, I gently sucked him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Moments later I gently pushed his hips away, sucking him even harder as he slid out of my mouth. His short gasps and shaky exhales encouraged me, and I sucked harder as he started gently fucking my face.
"I want to feel you inside me" I moaned. Releasing his cock, I laid back on the bed and played with his tight balls while he reached over into the night stand and grabbed a condom. I urged his sweater off while he tore open the condom with his teeth. Leaning back again, I felt his swollen head teasing the length of my dripping pussy. I shoved my hips forward urging him to enter me.
Slowly, tenatively, he pushed into me muttering something about how tight I was. Our sighs mingled as he started pumping his hips into me.
I wasn't in the mood for slow and steady and started thrusting back, quickening his pace, the sound of hot flesh being pounded echoed sharply off the walls.
"Tell me..." I panted "About the.. Pool."
He slowed and watched my face carefully as he started thrusting slowly.
"We like to go there" His voice was tight and excited. "And you can watch other people fucking"
I spasmed with excitement. "Tell me about Danika."
He leaned down closer to my face slowing further. "Sometimes I like to watch her. She lays down naked on the bed, her ass in the air, and a pile of condoms next to her. Men walk by the room and start fucking her, one after the other..."
I squeeled. I hadn't felt it coming. Suddenly a hot wet liquid squirt out of my pee hole and drenched his cock and balls. As he pushed into me again, I could feel another shot gush out and cascade back onto me.
"...And they just keep coming, and fucking her one after the other..." I saw it in my mind. A line of men standing behind stroking themselves in anticipation. The curves her soft ample ass, and her well used hole begging for another cock to slide it in and start pounding her from behind.
I and felt another squirt ejaculate onto his body. He started pumping me faster. "...Then sometimes I'll be fucking another woman and she'll be fucking another man, and our eyes will meet..."
A grin spread across his face as the bed beneath us was getting soaked. Our hips were slamming together faster and faster as he talked. My clear liquid showering us both with every thrust.
"...Sometimes she gets out Big Ben and uses the massive vibrator on her clit while I'm fucking her..."
I could feel it coming. Girard tensed up and gave one final thrust roaring as his cum errupted. I cried out as I felt myself involuntarily spraying down his balls, my legs and the comforter.
He pulled out and collapsed on top of me, our labored breathing ragged.
I laughed shakily and whispered "Do it again!" as I heard Danika chuckling quietly down the hall.