As I write this, I’m still enjoying the comfort of orgasmic bliss. It’s all so fresh in my mind but I feel the need to start from the beginning because it was the perfect build up to this moment.
In the swingers lifestyle, we regularly meet people who we call friends — and some are one-offs, never to be seen again. Some remain in your mind as really good. Others not so much.
I try to recall as much as I can about my experiences. For instance, flashback two years: my husband and I met a couple at a party and they were people that we liked — with or without clothes — and they were sexually awesome. She was a mid-40s Greek woman who loved to please as much as I did. He was what I’d call a typical American guy — but with a gorgeous memorable cock. It was a lovely eight inches long, but what made it so unforgettable was the huge engorged head. No woman would ever forget it.
We played with them from time to time at parties and had a few dates till that scene began to fade as new couples got closer to them and us. Gradually, for some reason, they became scarce, we rarely saw them, until it seemed they’d either left the lifestyle or moved away.
Flash forward to about three months ago. On a website I often use, I received an email from a guy who appeared familiar. After a few messages, I figured out it was JD, the male part of the couple, the guy with the large domed cock. He was so glad it was me and we began a three-month conversation. But I’ll narrow it down. Turns out they’d got divorced. She was a heavy drinker and, though I’d seen it a few times, I never knew it was a problem — nor was it any of my business. Luckily, they had no kids so they parted as friends, or so he said.
We said how much we’d loved fucking each other and wished we’d done it more. JD was happy to learn about my solo excursions and said we had to get together. I told him it had to be when I could arrange it and that my man couldn’t find out as we have rules. He respected the rules — but had no problem saying what he'd do to me if we met again.
I admit I was turned on by him and wanted to be with him again. He was certainly hot and erotic. And, of course, wonderfully hung.
We chatted for some time and I learned he lived about an hour away in a town house with a college buddy who was going through a divorce. “What would your buddy do if he came home and caught me blowing you on the couch?” I asked.
“He'd want to join in and we’d both pummel you.”
“Holy shit,” I laughed, “I’d love that.”
He told me they’d played with a few women, including his ex-wife. Buddy Jerry was forty-seven years old and had a beautiful cock, according to JD. Straight as they were, they loved tag teaming women for sport. I got excited and he knew I loved that but I’d always told him how I hated party rules. “If we meet,” he said, “there won’t be any rules.”
JD was on my hit list of guys, couples, people I needed to play with in any way possible. But JD said he liked my husband and didn't want to disrespect him in any way. “Well, in that case, I guess you don't want me then,” I said.
But he was adamant — and convincing — that he did want me. I told him that the moment I felt the time was right, I’d signal him.
That time came three days ago. The mom of my husband’s old school roommate had died and he was going to Provincetown for the funeral on Monday. I said I had to work and, later, I told JD online that this was our opportunity.
Timing was important. I had to be home before 9pm so I took my clothes to work and hoped I didn't sweat up a storm. JD said we’d pre-game at a restaurant bar in his town which was less than an hour away.
At work, I was on eggshells. Even though I’d been at a swingers party on Saturday, I truly needed a to be fucked properly and I knew JD was the man. He’d done it before with rules and the help of his now ex-wife. This time, I knew it would be awesome.
JD had sent some texts, making sure I wasn't backing out and included pictures of his magnificent cock. I dressed in the bathroom, telling a co-worker I had dinner with my man in an hour. I put on a black silk tank, a favorite leather mini, heels, and off I went.
There was a bit of traffic and I was having anxiety attacks because I couldn't wait to get there. I hate traffic but I arrived only a few minutes late and JD saw me enter. He gave me an amazing kiss and told me how beautiful I looked.
We chatted, his hands wandering around my body, as we waited for Jerry to arrive.
