Alright, everyone, I understand that you appreciate authentic tales from my experiences. Here’s another one, and I assure you it is entirely true.

The cover picture is not the best, but it was taken that night.

My husband at the time, Ken, set up a meeting with someone he had met online. The meeting seemed like it would be a lot of fun.

It was to be at The Crown, a pub we used to visit a lot in South London; it was happening on the coming Saturday evening.

Ken took pleasure in observing my mischievous antics; it brought him joy, and I was perfectly fine with it since I have always had a strong libido. Ken was primarily an observer; he would sometimes participate if there was a receptive female partner, but only if I had not approached her first.

I had come across an image of this individual—tall, slender, and quite stylish—so I felt comfortable with the situation. I ensured that I presented myself well: black stockings, white silk panties, a suspender belt, a brief mini skirt, a fitted black top, and no bra.

So I was getting quite excited for this meeting; I had not had sex for a week and was gagging for some fun.

We made the short drive to the location and found the place packed.

I recognised the guy, called Richard, straight away from his picture I had seen; he walked up to me after shaking Ken's hand and whispered, "You're gorgeous."

"Thank you," I replied.

He gave me a peck on my cheek, and we managed to find a small table. Sitting down, Richard went to the bar and got some drinks in.

Richard made sure to sit right next to me when we sat down, and Ken sat across from us. Ken had just gotten a new iPhone, and he took it out and said, "I wonder if the device can operate in low light?"

I looked at him, and then I realised he was up to something. I spoke to Richard: "I have an idea. Spielberg over there wants to film us; he can be a pest!"

"Fine by me," answered Richard. "I can go along with anything you like."

"Good answer. What would you like to do, Richard?"

"You're a sexy woman, so I'd like to touch your leg and feel your stockings. I love stockings, just like many men do."

"Well, don't let me stop you; that's why we are here, after all."

I placed my hand on his neck and gently pulled him closer. We kissed gently, as the pub was full, and we didn't really want people watching us and then getting banned; this was our favourite pub, after all.

We continued our conversation, discussing the places we had visited, our work, the events and clubs we had attended, and the meetings we had had with other swingers, laughing at some of the situations, we had been involved in.

What people who have never lived this lifestyle never realise is the freedom it can give and the excitement of a stranger's hands caressing your body and their mouths exploring you. Anyway, I digress.

After a while, I became aware that Richard's hand had moved under the table and was slowly feeling my knee.

His hand began moving a bit farther down my thigh as he looked me in the eye. I moved my right hand under the table and rested it on the crotch of his trousers. I could feel a nice bulge growing as I started to rub it.

It was quite amusing to listen to other couples discussing sports and their lives, yet their hands remained in full view, while ours were submerged, exploring each other.

I parted my legs to give him better access, and he moved further between my thighs, past my suspenders to the edge of my silk panties.

I looked about, but everyone was unaware of what was taking place right by them. Ken, of course, was fully aware; he had his new phone under the table and was trying to film what was going on.

He liked to film me interacting with others, which is why I have a substantial collection of videos and photos that I was fortunate enough to retain after our divorce.

Richard, meanwhile, had unzipped his flies, and my hand was inside his trousers, grabbing hold of his stiff cock and slowly wanking him off. He, meanwhile, had reached my panties and was caressing my very damp lips with his fingers.

He moved them up and down, pushing my labia. I knew I might have an orgasm soon, so I whispered, "Please, Richard, stop a minute; I am going to come, and I don't want others to know!"

He withdrew his hand, and I stopped wanking his cock; he put his arm around me and kissed me again.

His hand now had gone around to my rear and slipped under my skirt, stroking my bum; it felt so sensual. Ken had stopped filming by now and was reviewing the footage, moaning that it was a bit dark!

I told him in a soft voice, "Well, it was under a table." Men!

We chatted some more, and I asked Richard, "Where is your car?"

"It's outside in the car park," he replied.

"Okay, let's head to your car; then I need a release."

So we finished our drinks and moved outside to the dark car park, Richard with his arm round me, Ken watching from behind.

He had parked in a comfortable dark spot in the corner, which suited us all. Ken got in the front, camera at the ready; I climbed in the back, and Richard got in with me, and straight away we were kissing passionately in each other's arms.

Richard started to take my top off; I lifted my arms to make it easier for him. He quickly pulled it off, releasing my boobs, and moved his mouth down to my nipples and started to take them in his mouth, sucking them greedily.

I released his straining prick with my hand, then moved down to take it in my mouth, running my tongue around his helmet and then up and down his shaft. It was a good length.

I know from experience men have a thing about how long their cock is, but it never concerns me.

Sucking on it, I moved down to his balls and gently sucked on them.

"Wendy, bend forward. I want my cock in your wet cunt."

I shifted so that I was holding the rear of the driver's seat, bending forward slightly. I felt his cock around my pussy lips, and then he started to push it in me, nice and gently, slowly travelling into my cunt.

I gasped as he pushed harder, then started moving in and out faster, fucking me, which I wanted so badly. His hands groping my tits and squeezing my rock-hard nipples turned me on.

I pushed against him, all the while Ken was sitting in the front taking photos and filming us.

I cried out as a giant orgasm ripped through me. He kept pumping hard, kissing the back of my now sweaty neck, and I grabbed his hair.

All of a sudden, I felt him tense up and release inside me, shouting, "Take it all!" As he pulled out, I turned around on the seat, lay back, spread my legs, and said, "Now lick me out."

His head went between my legs, to my pussy, and I felt his tongue licking his juice out of me. I pushed his head closer in so he could clean me out properly. It felt amazing; I love being cleaned by a man's mouth.

After a while, we cuddled on the back seat, immersing ourselves in the moment.

Ken had stopped taking photos and was wanking himself off. I said, "Bring it to me." He leaned over the seat, his cock stiff, and I grabbed it, putting it into my mouth just as his cock spurted his semen out.

I eagerly swallowed it. When I kissed him hard, I put some of his spunk back into his mouth and licked around his mouth to make sure nothing went to waste.

Later, he helped me get dressed while giving my pussy and tits a final touch.

We said goodbye, and I gave him our phone number because I was sure we would meet again, which we did several times, but that is a different story.

Hottywendy