At times, my partner and I have fun with other couples, it’s called swinging, and on this occasion we met Brigitte and Steve for a drink one evening at a fairly local pub. It was our first meet and we had agreed that it would be just for fun, and socialising, to see whether we would get on.
As it happened, we got on very well. The evening flew by and we soon had to make our way to the car park and into our respective cars for the drive home. It was one of those situations where we were sorry that we had not made further arrangements; the spontaneity throughout the evening was just right, but home we had to go.
It was Brigitte’s that started us off as we walked to the car, and I was the target.
“It would be a shame wouldn’t it?” said Brigitte, as we all approached my car.
“What would be a shame?” I retorted.
“That we all go home without a quick feel.” Brigitte giggled at her own words.
I laughed. “That’s naughty,” I said, and I could see my partner Melissa smile and pout at the same time.
“However, seeing as it’s you, I suppose I can let you into my trousers for a quick feel.”
Brigitte stepped towards me and unzipped my jeans. I didn’t need to help her out with my pants as I had gone commando that evening. Maybe that’s what started it. I wouldn’t put it past Melissa, to tell Brigitte that I didn’t have much on underneath. Brigitte eased her hand into the opening of my jeans and wrapped it around my cock. At the time, it was a small cock, but I knew it would grow. I watched the smile on her face develop as she massaged it, squeezing and tugging on it, encouraging it to get bigger.
We stood there and chatted, like ordinary people, passing the time in the late evening and saying goodbye to each other until the next time.
“Why don’t you slip your hand up here?” Brigitte asked.
She lifted her hand and placed it on my shoulder. She was wearing a Caftan which had very large arm holes. I did as I was told and soon I found my hands on her very large breast. I stroked it with my hand and cupped it; I could feel the weight of her breast in my hand and I placed my finger and thumb so that I could caress and squeeze her nipple. Her nipples surprised me, they were large too.
I looked at Melissa, “these breasts are gorgeous, you’re gonna love these,” I told her, “come and have a feel.”
Melissa and Steve, up to that point, were having a normal conversation while watching the smile develop on Brigitte’s face. Brigitte was concentrating on talking to Melissa and Steve as she tugged on my cock. We were desperately trying not to attract unwanted attention to ourselves while we chatted next to the car. Brigitte’s smile and occasional giggling were the only things that gave her actions away. It was playful banter and suggestive flirting, nothing more than that. It was immense fun and I was really enjoying it. Every now and then, Brigitte would tell Steve, or Melissa, how nice my cock felt, and how big it was growing.
Melissa, for some reason, declined my invitation to come and feel Brigitte’s breasts, and she didn’t even start to feel Steve’s cock either. Both of them just formed a cordon around us as we chatted; the car shielded us from the main road, on our other side.
With my cock extremely pumped up and erect inside my trousers, Brigitte started to pull harder on it. “Much more of that and you’re gonna have sticky fingers,” I told Brigitte, matter-of-factly.
That was when her demeanour changed.
Apparently, I did not catch on to some of the conversations in the pub earlier, and I missed the really important one, where Melissa and Brigitte talked about what pressed their buttons the most. I would hazard a guess that Steve and I must have been talking about cars at the time.
It seemed like I had just pressed one of Brigitte’s biggest buttons. Melissa took a sharp intake of breath when I mentioned sticky fingers. I watched as Melissa’s gaze went straight to Brigitte’s face and then to her hand.
“Come on then, let it go, all over me if you want to,” urged Brigitte. I looked into her eyes as she squeezed my cock – hard. In the short space of time, from uttering those words, even I could see that she had become wanton. The horniness in her words matched the urgency of her actions. Her hand pumped my cock a lot faster than it had previously.
Brigitte leant into me a little closer, “Come on, spunk in my hand,” she urged.
I wanted to. I could see that Melissa wanted me to as well. I even looked at Steve for reassurance and he was just smiling; watching Brigitte’s hand pump my cock from inside my jeans. Her shoulder was jerking so fast with her exertions, that it made her tits jiggle. Steve leant in to whisper something to Melissa but I could not catch what it was. I did notice the smile on her face as she looked me in the eye. I made eye contact with Melissa as Brigitte urged me closer to my release. I was desperate to know what was said. Fuck, I wanted this so much. My gaze flew from one person to the next. I eventually looked into Brigitte’s eyes and saw the desperation on her face. Her lower lip had dropped, she was talking under her breath; though I only caught the odd word now and then.
“Give it, give it,” she said.
I started to breathe heavily. My legs had straightened and stiffened, as they often do when I’m close, and I concentrated on the feelings she was giving me.