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“Adrian!” Soon he was done with me, while we both kept breathing loudly like our lives depended on it. Sex? It was both heavenly and pleasurable. And Adrian was the man who made me feel that to my core. I just fucked my patient. “Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked while I smiled. “Maybe because I just fucked my attractive patient.” We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path.

She grinned at him, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. "Isn't that sneaky?" "Who cares? I'm sure they're used to it. People like us, who are nervous about stepping into the swinger waters, probably go and watch for a bit before stepping into the pool. What harm could it do?" She stared into his eyes as she said it. She knew what she was asking of him, but she also knew it excited him as much as it did her. He knew what a horny woman she was when he married her. Her wanting to venture into the swinger lifestyle was not a shock to him when she finally managed to bring it up.

She looked back at Lara's gift, picked it up, and the box was quite large. When she opened it, she didn't know what her reaction should be. Does she laugh or get annoyed? She pulled out a sex swing, yes, that's right, a sex swing. She had seen that thing on the internet once, and, based on what she read, sex swings allow couples to try new positions and stimulate parts of the body from angles that aren't possible when having sex on a bed. She slapped her forehead. Why did her cousin Lara give her this thing? And why does she know things like this? She was about to put it back in the box when someone hugged her from behind and buried his head in her neck.

~Christopher’s POV~ I lay beside my wife, regretting my actions once more, but this time there was nothing I could do to undo what I’d already done. The fucking control was something I failed to maintain. I couldn't let her down. But, on the other hand, how long would she be willing to put up with it? I was terrified that I would lose her, and now I am even more terrified than I was before. As she drifted off to sleep, I stared at her. She was flawless in every way. What was she doing at the swingers’ club if she wasn’t having sex? You might wonder? People who frequent such establishments do so in order to have sex. Camille never had sex. My first cherry-popping experience, and it had to be

I still trembled through my last orgasm. "What about Lisa's parents?" Master asked. "Her mother wasn't home, but Reggie was. When we told him what we'd be doing, he said he and Marge had been swingers since shortly after their marriage. They did things together. Swapped spouses and engaged in orgies together. Both of them had found themselves having sex with the same gender at times."

I moaned loudly. He swatted again, the sting almost causing me to climax. I moved slightly, widening my legs and Erik obliged by shoving two fingers into my core. I bucked, moaning again. He rapidly moved them in and out and I shrieked in pleasure. He proceeded to pull them out and swat me twice more in rapid succession. I started begging.

He comes back with a bottle of lubricant. My stomach flips. He coats his cock, then presses two slick fingers against my asshole and pushes them inside. The stretch burns. He works them in and out until the muscle starts to give, then adds a third. I’m panting into the cushion, wrists still bound, my ass still stinging from the belt. “This is the part you don’t get to give away to anyone else,” he says. “This stays mine.”

Hands reach up from all sides, slapping my tits, pinching my nipples, spanking my clit mid-air. Riley climbs the cage behind me, lines up with my ass, and drives in while Jace is still buried in my cunt. Double penetration while suspended. The stretch is blindi. They find a rhythm, one pulling out as the other slams in, using the swing to impale me harder, deeper. I come in seconds, screaming, squirting in a long arc that splashes the floor. They don’t stop. They rotate. Every swimmer gets my cunt and ass while I hang, then climbs down and jerks off onto my swinging body until I’m glazed from collarbones to knees.

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. Looking over his shoulder he had a certain satisfaction from watching Jim with a broad smile watching as his wife was taking every hard thrust. And then right beside him was Lisa with a dumbfounded expression on her face.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”