It had been a few months since my wife and I had decided to have sexual encounters in the style of swinging. We did it about twice a month and during that period we met many couples and solo men very interesting. It wasn't easy agreeing on things, as while I almost desperately wanted her to be with other men, women, or couples, she always maintained that she didn't need anything like that and only did it to please me. The negotiation took us a good time after which we agreed that everything would be allowed for her and not for me. It became very clear that she had never asked for anything and that, according to her words, with me she was satisfied and felt fulfilled. The reality indicated that her words were only that and served to maintain the control over my person and the situation in many occasions, driving me crazy with true beauties, naked, on my bed, waiting, they and their husbands, for me to attend them but without being able to touch them to be faithful to our agreement. Also it became very clear that her saying she did it for me was a well-false and hypocritical stance; my wife was an authentic slut, she took everything she could get her hands on, regardless of color, size or gender, and enjoyed herself like crazy, almost as much as I did seeing her so hot and perverted. We used to pick up guys in different ways: sometimes through the internet with ads, other times it was her who would seduce some young man on the street, at work or in the metro, but the simplest way, when we didn't have anyone previously selected, was to visit a swinging club. We knew a few and many times visited more than one until we found what we were looking for. A Thursday in June, just past midnight, we went to our favorite club. That day we were more enthusiastic than usual since she had confessed, violating her habitual discourse, that she was very hot and had real desires to conquer a good-looking man with a well-male aspect, well said, to take him to bed and show me how he gets caught while I watch. Knowing my tastes, she didn't talk about anything else during dinner and in the car as we embarked on our adventure. She knew very well that a few words would turn me on, not to mention a long and detailed conversation about the topic. When we arrived, I was already erect, I needed to ejaculate and we hadn't even started yet.
During weekdays at this kind of place, there's never too much crowd. Not many people come and those who do agree quickly and retire to private areas. There are always solo men, regulars they call them, and some couples. As soon as we arrived, they seated us at a small table near the dance floor and served us drinks. The atmosphere was lovely, comfortable and warm without the tensions that fill the days of beginners. It was evident that everyone knew what the business was about and how to behave.
My wife was adorable. She had dressed in a set I especially liked: a striped skirt with vertical stripes in three colors, red, white, and black, very short, showing off the beginning of her round buttocks, high-heeled sandals highlighting her bare legs, a white top well-fitted exposing especially her more than appreciable bust, and a jacket matching the dress colors to cover up on the street without killing some unsuspecting person. I put on natural pants and a light blue shirt with long sleeves, rolled up to mid-arm. We were quite tanned and looked very good.
At a nearby table was a very young and beautiful couple. She was a fantastic blonde with perfect curves and very soft and long hair, with a waist and butt worthy of the best storytelling. The four of us five men who were reclining against the bar did not take their eyes off her, loading the atmosphere with sensuality. It was evident that this girl appreciated these gazes and thanked them as best she could by crossing her legs and bending down to take her cup and show off her beautiful breasts. Her companion was caressing her, telling her things in her ear, and pretending not to see the vultures waiting for his wife.
The arrival of my wife diverted the attention of the boys, losing the blonde the exclusivity of the gazes and they the security of their choice since from that moment on they would not know very well which one to stay with. The husbands, of course, limited ourselves to observing and the girls did not have any other alternative but to compete. But how wise are women sometimes! Almost simultaneously, they got up, went to the dance floor, and without even looking at each other, started dancing.
Now that I remember well, there were ten men and three women in the local: the five young men from the bar, the cashier, the waiter, my wife's husband, another couple dedicated to their own intimacy, and me. Since the two of them began to exhibit themselves, dancing, we focused our attention on them and many started to caress their package over the fabric of their pants, except for the one who was in a pair that didn't need to do so since his partner took care of that task very well, and I would have ended immediately if I had touched myself.
The girls were moving very well, with a very sexual cadence, ignoring the gazes, letting their hair fly freely, touching their hips, caressing their busts, licking their lips with very humid tongues. The blonde was dragging her hands over the outer surface of her thighs, lifting the dress that did not resist and let herself be enveloped in its ascending route. Instead, when she lowered it, the garment did not obey the law of gravity and stayed at the last station. In the third impulse, a white triangle remained at the view of all showing her so small and exciting thong. In that sense my wife was running at a disadvantage. Her pantyhose pants would prevent her from showing her intimate garment, so she dedicated all her voluptuousness to the exhibition of her wonderful breasts but what was most striking, both in her and the other one, were their erotic movements capable of driving anyone crazy. After dancing for a good while, the blonde returned to her partner. The atmosphere was quite stifling, so when she arrived at her seat she let herself fall back and began to fan herself with both hands, giving visible signs of being overheated. My wife continued moving to the rhythm of the music one more time after which instead of returning to my side she headed to the bar and ordered a beer. She also looked very overheated and her profuse sweating had managed to stick the top against her breasts, transparently revealing them. Immediately she was surrounded by men who showered her with attention, gallant phrases, and disputed her preference. I was watching all this from my spot, going crazy with pleasure and heat. My wife was giving me one of the best shows of our life since, to clarify, while I like seeing her in full sexual act, I enjoy much more these moments of seduction observing how she carries out her conquest, heating up very handsome young men, driving them crazy, dominating their wills. One of them placed his hands on her buttocks and began to massage them but she didn't get angry or offended and moved away, making it clear that only the one she chose would put his hands on her. While this was happening, the blonde headed to the bathroom followed by the other woman. After about ten minutes they returned together, chatting very amiably, and settled in at the table of the second one. After a brief chat, it became more than evident that they had agreed, changed partners Kissing and caressing each other without shame, they called the waiter, paid for their consumption, and left, leaving me, at least to me, with a desire to see a little more. Since my wife was still very entertained laughing with the five men and the cashier who was just as enthusiastic as the others, I went to the bathroom. At that moment, I wasn't clear if I wanted to pee or masturbate, I was so hot.
While I was peeing, one of the men entered the bathroom, stood next to me, pulled out his member which, being almost erect, didn't obey my orders and prevented him from peeing, and while he was agitating it up and down, he said: your wife is very good. Do you like her? I asked. Very much, would you like us to go the three of us somewhere else? He replied. There's no problem with me, but she's the one who chooses, ask her if she accepts and count on me.
We left the bathroom and were surprised to see that my wife had returned to our spot accompanied by one of the young men and they were kissing as if the fate of humanity depended on it. The other looked at me and didn't need me to say anything, he patted my shoulder and whispered: it'll be like this again.
When we got back to the table, my wife separated from her new companion for a moment and said: love, I'd like you to meet Gustavo. Nice to meet you, I said, extending my hand. He stood up and kissed my cheek. After chatting for a bit, the three of us went in search of a hotel.
The trip to the room was very entertaining. I was so hot that I could barely contain myself. It had hurt me so much to imagine it while we were at the local that my testicles were aching. During that short hour, I saw my wife with the blonde, with the other couple, with the waiter, the cashier, and each of the boys, together or separately. In my mind, she sucked all their cocks, gave her hot pussy and opened her ass every time they asked for it. I invited them to sit in the back seat so I could watch them while I made driver, it was already time to stop imagining, now I wanted to see the action up close, at the exact moment it was happening. And they didn't disappoint me, while driving the car I could appreciate how my wife got into a cock that looked very good in size and licked it with delight, almost desperately. The truth is that none of us could take it anymore.
Gustavo was a very masculine man, just as my wife had desired. His Latin male appearance commanded respect, any woman would have been enthusiastic about his imposing presence. He had a well-worked body at the gym, he was tall and thin with black hair, gray eyes, and brunette skin, according to my wife, a true bombón. His charm was overwhelming, he held an angelic smile and his knowledge and class made him a very attractive person. Sexually, he was very desirable for both my wife, who would enjoy him in all imaginable ways, and for me, who would limit myself to observing him while enjoying what was mine.
As soon as we entered the room, they got tangled up in a very passionate kiss, loaded with caresses and kisses, giving me the feeling that it was about old lovers united by great passion. Both were very skilled with their hands and knew very well where to put them on each other. It didn't take them long to get naked, and I was fascinated by the spectacle they offered me. My wife had his member in hand, as if she feared it would fall, and he, in turn, was putting his hand between her legs, moistening his fingers and giving them a lick that she did with boldness and delight. Their faces radiated vice and unbridled passion, and for me, the cuck, the most perverse, depraved, and complacent one.
After a great squeeze that would have lasted easily for twenty minutes, he apologized and asked us to wait while he went to the bathroom to shower. My wife and I took advantage of his absence to comment on our good luck at conquering such an example. I remember saying: you wanted a guy, so here he is. She snuggled up against my shoulder, softly kissed one of my cheeks, and replied: you'll see how I'll enjoy it. I undressed and threw myself onto the bed next to my wife, waiting for her return.
Gustavo came out of the bathroom naked with his clothes in hand. He went to a chair, put his clothes down neatly, and walked towards us. Our surprise was immense when he didn't get on top of my wife but instead did it on me. And he didn't just lie down on top of me, which I already was, and hug me, but also joined his mouth to mine, tongue and all, kissing me passionately, leaving me completely confused and worn out, as I had never in my life thought about kissing or being kissed by a man. I separated instantly, trying not to offend him or break the mood, moved away from the bed, making it clear that his only option was my wife. And she dedicated herself to him as if nothing had happened.
My wife was just as confused as I was but when Gustavo started caressing and kissing her, feeling her delicious skin, checking the firmness of her muscles, the humidity of her mouth, and the hardness of her cock quickly forgot about the episode and started enjoying it, positioning herself, at his request, astride his face to let him lick her pussy deeply.
That's how they were, him licking and her moaning with my back turned to me, when Gustavo took one of my hands and brought it to his erect penis. I don't know why but I didn't resist. I let my hand be gently transported to that enormous member, grabbed it, and was very surprised by its delicacy, realizing that it's not the same thing to grab your own cock as it is to hold an alien one in your hand. Everything feels different: texture, hardness, boiling pulse, spongy resistance. To make my task easier while I was softly masturbating that dick that was starting to please me, I brought my face to one of my wife's ass and I licked it delicately while with my other hand I was caressing one of her breasts. This position prevented me from seeing what my other hand, the homosexual, was doing, allowing me to let go of a courage and desire that until that day I didn't know I had.
When she realized what I was doing was the exploration of an inexperienced beginner with great mastery, she knew how to position herself so that, without pressing me and without stopping sucking my wife, her cock ended up in my mouth. And although I liked it a lot, after a few minutes I was already sucking his cock as if I had never done anything else in life, the one who went crazy with excitement was my wife, who would have never imagined me in that situation. For the first time she understood why I got so hot when seeing her with others.
Seeing myself in this unexpected situation, she became excited to an uncontrollable degree and started our hottest night.
Indeed, from that moment on she wanted us two men together at the same time, a situation we had never experienced before. I had always kept my place as a discreet observer and she had only reached sharing our bed with a couple, getting trapped between the husband and wife. This would be the first occasion she would share two males but, besides that, she was willing for them to have each other.
She positioned herself between us, took one cock in each hand and licked them alternately, including her action the balls and anus. Neither of us resisted. When she thought it convenient, she lay down on the bed, asked us to position ourselves beside her, one by one, as we were, and made herself penetrated vaginally while keeping the other close to her back with the intention of feeling well trapped. She said or screamed everything she wanted. I had never heard her so aggressive and dirty-mouthed. With each movement she begged for more and more until she managed to get both of us. We would penetrate each other simultaneously, one in front and the other from behind, filling their cavities completely. If I said we took a long time in this frenzy, I'd be lying, we were too hot and none of us could contain ourselves, but I think, without fear of being wrong, that it was the most intense powder of our lives.
We rested for a good while, drank some shots, relaxed, talked, and laughed at ourselves. I thought everything had ended but there was more to come. As soon as my wife went to the bathroom and left us alone, Gustavo approached me, grabbed my cock, kissed my neck, and I, already surrendered and eager to live this new experience, let him do it. I allowed him to seduce me without resisting and enjoyed it passionately. He flattered me in many ways, telling me he liked it a lot, that I was hot and that he desired me. He caressed and massaged my entire body, especially my buttocks and nipples, licked my neck and ears, and kissed me with a certain fear but this time I didn't resist, opened my mouth as if to kiss my wife and received his warm tongue, realizing it was a delicious treat.
When my wife found us, she approached and gently made me lie down on my back, took Gustavo's cock with one of her hands and directed it towards my anus, presenting it at the entrance. She said: it's your decision and it was as if she said authorize you. From that moment on, all I remember is relaxing and pushing backwards while Gustavo did it from in front. And we did it once, twice, a hundred, a thousand times until he couldn't take it anymore and unloaded his boiling fountain inside me while leaning against my back, caressing my head and kissing my right shoulder. With him inside me, I couldn't orgasm but my wife took care of that, drinking all my cum a few minutes later, leaving me empty and more satisfied and confused than ever.
I don't know if I'd repeat it but I'd lie if I didn't accept that today, years later, I still get hot a crazy each time I remember this experience in which I felt much more desired by another man than my beautiful wife.
During weekdays at this kind of place, there's never too much crowd. Not many people come and those who do agree quickly and retire to private areas. There are always solo men, regulars they call them, and some couples. As soon as we arrived, they seated us at a small table near the dance floor and served us drinks. The atmosphere was lovely, comfortable and warm without the tensions that fill the days of beginners. It was evident that everyone knew what the business was about and how to behave.
My wife was adorable. She had dressed in a set I especially liked: a striped skirt with vertical stripes in three colors, red, white, and black, very short, showing off the beginning of her round buttocks, high-heeled sandals highlighting her bare legs, a white top well-fitted exposing especially her more than appreciable bust, and a jacket matching the dress colors to cover up on the street without killing some unsuspecting person. I put on natural pants and a light blue shirt with long sleeves, rolled up to mid-arm. We were quite tanned and looked very good.
At a nearby table was a very young and beautiful couple. She was a fantastic blonde with perfect curves and very soft and long hair, with a waist and butt worthy of the best storytelling. The four of us five men who were reclining against the bar did not take their eyes off her, loading the atmosphere with sensuality. It was evident that this girl appreciated these gazes and thanked them as best she could by crossing her legs and bending down to take her cup and show off her beautiful breasts. Her companion was caressing her, telling her things in her ear, and pretending not to see the vultures waiting for his wife.
The arrival of my wife diverted the attention of the boys, losing the blonde the exclusivity of the gazes and they the security of their choice since from that moment on they would not know very well which one to stay with. The husbands, of course, limited ourselves to observing and the girls did not have any other alternative but to compete. But how wise are women sometimes! Almost simultaneously, they got up, went to the dance floor, and without even looking at each other, started dancing.
Now that I remember well, there were ten men and three women in the local: the five young men from the bar, the cashier, the waiter, my wife's husband, another couple dedicated to their own intimacy, and me. Since the two of them began to exhibit themselves, dancing, we focused our attention on them and many started to caress their package over the fabric of their pants, except for the one who was in a pair that didn't need to do so since his partner took care of that task very well, and I would have ended immediately if I had touched myself.
The girls were moving very well, with a very sexual cadence, ignoring the gazes, letting their hair fly freely, touching their hips, caressing their busts, licking their lips with very humid tongues. The blonde was dragging her hands over the outer surface of her thighs, lifting the dress that did not resist and let herself be enveloped in its ascending route. Instead, when she lowered it, the garment did not obey the law of gravity and stayed at the last station. In the third impulse, a white triangle remained at the view of all showing her so small and exciting thong. In that sense my wife was running at a disadvantage. Her pantyhose pants would prevent her from showing her intimate garment, so she dedicated all her voluptuousness to the exhibition of her wonderful breasts but what was most striking, both in her and the other one, were their erotic movements capable of driving anyone crazy. After dancing for a good while, the blonde returned to her partner. The atmosphere was quite stifling, so when she arrived at her seat she let herself fall back and began to fan herself with both hands, giving visible signs of being overheated. My wife continued moving to the rhythm of the music one more time after which instead of returning to my side she headed to the bar and ordered a beer. She also looked very overheated and her profuse sweating had managed to stick the top against her breasts, transparently revealing them. Immediately she was surrounded by men who showered her with attention, gallant phrases, and disputed her preference. I was watching all this from my spot, going crazy with pleasure and heat. My wife was giving me one of the best shows of our life since, to clarify, while I like seeing her in full sexual act, I enjoy much more these moments of seduction observing how she carries out her conquest, heating up very handsome young men, driving them crazy, dominating their wills. One of them placed his hands on her buttocks and began to massage them but she didn't get angry or offended and moved away, making it clear that only the one she chose would put his hands on her. While this was happening, the blonde headed to the bathroom followed by the other woman. After about ten minutes they returned together, chatting very amiably, and settled in at the table of the second one. After a brief chat, it became more than evident that they had agreed, changed partners Kissing and caressing each other without shame, they called the waiter, paid for their consumption, and left, leaving me, at least to me, with a desire to see a little more. Since my wife was still very entertained laughing with the five men and the cashier who was just as enthusiastic as the others, I went to the bathroom. At that moment, I wasn't clear if I wanted to pee or masturbate, I was so hot.
While I was peeing, one of the men entered the bathroom, stood next to me, pulled out his member which, being almost erect, didn't obey my orders and prevented him from peeing, and while he was agitating it up and down, he said: your wife is very good. Do you like her? I asked. Very much, would you like us to go the three of us somewhere else? He replied. There's no problem with me, but she's the one who chooses, ask her if she accepts and count on me.
We left the bathroom and were surprised to see that my wife had returned to our spot accompanied by one of the young men and they were kissing as if the fate of humanity depended on it. The other looked at me and didn't need me to say anything, he patted my shoulder and whispered: it'll be like this again.
When we got back to the table, my wife separated from her new companion for a moment and said: love, I'd like you to meet Gustavo. Nice to meet you, I said, extending my hand. He stood up and kissed my cheek. After chatting for a bit, the three of us went in search of a hotel.
The trip to the room was very entertaining. I was so hot that I could barely contain myself. It had hurt me so much to imagine it while we were at the local that my testicles were aching. During that short hour, I saw my wife with the blonde, with the other couple, with the waiter, the cashier, and each of the boys, together or separately. In my mind, she sucked all their cocks, gave her hot pussy and opened her ass every time they asked for it. I invited them to sit in the back seat so I could watch them while I made driver, it was already time to stop imagining, now I wanted to see the action up close, at the exact moment it was happening. And they didn't disappoint me, while driving the car I could appreciate how my wife got into a cock that looked very good in size and licked it with delight, almost desperately. The truth is that none of us could take it anymore.
Gustavo was a very masculine man, just as my wife had desired. His Latin male appearance commanded respect, any woman would have been enthusiastic about his imposing presence. He had a well-worked body at the gym, he was tall and thin with black hair, gray eyes, and brunette skin, according to my wife, a true bombón. His charm was overwhelming, he held an angelic smile and his knowledge and class made him a very attractive person. Sexually, he was very desirable for both my wife, who would enjoy him in all imaginable ways, and for me, who would limit myself to observing him while enjoying what was mine.
As soon as we entered the room, they got tangled up in a very passionate kiss, loaded with caresses and kisses, giving me the feeling that it was about old lovers united by great passion. Both were very skilled with their hands and knew very well where to put them on each other. It didn't take them long to get naked, and I was fascinated by the spectacle they offered me. My wife had his member in hand, as if she feared it would fall, and he, in turn, was putting his hand between her legs, moistening his fingers and giving them a lick that she did with boldness and delight. Their faces radiated vice and unbridled passion, and for me, the cuck, the most perverse, depraved, and complacent one.
After a great squeeze that would have lasted easily for twenty minutes, he apologized and asked us to wait while he went to the bathroom to shower. My wife and I took advantage of his absence to comment on our good luck at conquering such an example. I remember saying: you wanted a guy, so here he is. She snuggled up against my shoulder, softly kissed one of my cheeks, and replied: you'll see how I'll enjoy it. I undressed and threw myself onto the bed next to my wife, waiting for her return.
Gustavo came out of the bathroom naked with his clothes in hand. He went to a chair, put his clothes down neatly, and walked towards us. Our surprise was immense when he didn't get on top of my wife but instead did it on me. And he didn't just lie down on top of me, which I already was, and hug me, but also joined his mouth to mine, tongue and all, kissing me passionately, leaving me completely confused and worn out, as I had never in my life thought about kissing or being kissed by a man. I separated instantly, trying not to offend him or break the mood, moved away from the bed, making it clear that his only option was my wife. And she dedicated herself to him as if nothing had happened.
My wife was just as confused as I was but when Gustavo started caressing and kissing her, feeling her delicious skin, checking the firmness of her muscles, the humidity of her mouth, and the hardness of her cock quickly forgot about the episode and started enjoying it, positioning herself, at his request, astride his face to let him lick her pussy deeply.
That's how they were, him licking and her moaning with my back turned to me, when Gustavo took one of my hands and brought it to his erect penis. I don't know why but I didn't resist. I let my hand be gently transported to that enormous member, grabbed it, and was very surprised by its delicacy, realizing that it's not the same thing to grab your own cock as it is to hold an alien one in your hand. Everything feels different: texture, hardness, boiling pulse, spongy resistance. To make my task easier while I was softly masturbating that dick that was starting to please me, I brought my face to one of my wife's ass and I licked it delicately while with my other hand I was caressing one of her breasts. This position prevented me from seeing what my other hand, the homosexual, was doing, allowing me to let go of a courage and desire that until that day I didn't know I had.
When she realized what I was doing was the exploration of an inexperienced beginner with great mastery, she knew how to position herself so that, without pressing me and without stopping sucking my wife, her cock ended up in my mouth. And although I liked it a lot, after a few minutes I was already sucking his cock as if I had never done anything else in life, the one who went crazy with excitement was my wife, who would have never imagined me in that situation. For the first time she understood why I got so hot when seeing her with others.
Seeing myself in this unexpected situation, she became excited to an uncontrollable degree and started our hottest night.
Indeed, from that moment on she wanted us two men together at the same time, a situation we had never experienced before. I had always kept my place as a discreet observer and she had only reached sharing our bed with a couple, getting trapped between the husband and wife. This would be the first occasion she would share two males but, besides that, she was willing for them to have each other.
She positioned herself between us, took one cock in each hand and licked them alternately, including her action the balls and anus. Neither of us resisted. When she thought it convenient, she lay down on the bed, asked us to position ourselves beside her, one by one, as we were, and made herself penetrated vaginally while keeping the other close to her back with the intention of feeling well trapped. She said or screamed everything she wanted. I had never heard her so aggressive and dirty-mouthed. With each movement she begged for more and more until she managed to get both of us. We would penetrate each other simultaneously, one in front and the other from behind, filling their cavities completely. If I said we took a long time in this frenzy, I'd be lying, we were too hot and none of us could contain ourselves, but I think, without fear of being wrong, that it was the most intense powder of our lives.
We rested for a good while, drank some shots, relaxed, talked, and laughed at ourselves. I thought everything had ended but there was more to come. As soon as my wife went to the bathroom and left us alone, Gustavo approached me, grabbed my cock, kissed my neck, and I, already surrendered and eager to live this new experience, let him do it. I allowed him to seduce me without resisting and enjoyed it passionately. He flattered me in many ways, telling me he liked it a lot, that I was hot and that he desired me. He caressed and massaged my entire body, especially my buttocks and nipples, licked my neck and ears, and kissed me with a certain fear but this time I didn't resist, opened my mouth as if to kiss my wife and received his warm tongue, realizing it was a delicious treat.
When my wife found us, she approached and gently made me lie down on my back, took Gustavo's cock with one of her hands and directed it towards my anus, presenting it at the entrance. She said: it's your decision and it was as if she said authorize you. From that moment on, all I remember is relaxing and pushing backwards while Gustavo did it from in front. And we did it once, twice, a hundred, a thousand times until he couldn't take it anymore and unloaded his boiling fountain inside me while leaning against my back, caressing my head and kissing my right shoulder. With him inside me, I couldn't orgasm but my wife took care of that, drinking all my cum a few minutes later, leaving me empty and more satisfied and confused than ever.
I don't know if I'd repeat it but I'd lie if I didn't accept that today, years later, I still get hot a crazy each time I remember this experience in which I felt much more desired by another man than my beautiful wife.
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