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Brad knew now that he wanted to show the entire house what a stud he could be, including his wife who was likely done getting fucked in the other room. Grabbing Kathy’s hips he threw her face down onto the bed and then pulled her onto her hands and knees. She eagerly spread her legs and smiled at him. With one quick movement his cock sank deep into her waiting pussy. It was tight and hot and felt incredible. “Don’t hold back, baby...fuck me HARD!” she yowled. The other members in the room were watching eagerly and Brad found himself enjoying being the star attraction of the group of swingers. “Fuck baby...that’s amazing,” he heard Jim’s voice from behind him.

Mark and Sarah pulled their sleek black SUV into the discreet underground parking of Club Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive high-end swingers venue. At 34 and 36 respectively, they had talked about this night for months, fantasies whispered during slow Sunday mornings, boundaries negotiated over wine. Tonight they were finally here. Sarah’s heart hammered as she smoothed the short emerald dress that hugged her full C-cup breasts and flared over her hips. Mark squeezed her hand. “We can leave anytime, baby. Just say the word.”

He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.

How We Became A Swinger Family A husband and wife find swinger partners under at home. Enjoy.. ****** It must have been the salty dinner we'd had. It was 6 AM, and I had to piss. I was renovating our bathroom, so I had to use the one in the hall. I pulled on a pair of old boxers I left out just for that reason and slipped out the door. Susan lay on the bed, sheets off. She was naked.

“No matter what it is, I'm telling you it's fun. Darren and I do it all the fucking time, and for four years our relationship hasn't been any stronger, okay?' He proposed last week; you were there, and this week we're all going to an underground swinger sex party, so brighten up the mood. You know, Damon, if you don't do this, he won't; he's a sucker for your emotions. He loves you, but commonly you've got to let the guy loose once in a while,' Tara asserted, her tone making it final, like she wasn't going to allow any sort of argument any longer. We walked through a dark, narrow corridor, pushing open a door guarded heavily once more; colours of lights burst free, and a tiny, fractured, str

The man moved his fingers fast, slamming them into my wet heat, then he leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, his warm tongue gliding over it. "Fuck, make some room for me," the other lady said as she dropped to her knees in front of us. Inching closer, she latched onto my swollen clit, licking at it like it was the best thing she'd ever had. My body shuddered slightly and I could feel my climax approaching. Right on cue, the man increased his pace, slamming his fingers into my wet cunt and rubbing my spot over and over again while the lady sucking on my clit held my legs further apart for him to finger me harder. She licked and sucked on my clit harder.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

“Yours! God, Sam, it’s yours!” He released her hair, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned into her. The room filled with the sound of their collision, wet and savage. “Tell me you loved it,” he demanded, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Tell me you loved being their free-use whore.” “I loved it!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her. “I loved every fucking second! I’m your whore! Your gangbang slut!”

He focused back on the road, still driving more carefully than he had when we first met. He was right. I really did. “Where do you want to do it first when we get to the cabin?” he wondered. “Maybe the kitchen table? We haven’t made love on a table yet, and that sounds promising. Or we could try the porch swing. Swinging sex could be good. Unless… does swinging make you nauseous?” “It doesn’t.” I confirmed. “Good. I’m really getting into the swinging sex idea.” A mental image of us tangled on a swing, my head hanging off one side while Merrick’s lips were on my nipples, hit me hard.