Swinger First Time Stories Novels & Stories

“You think you are better? Show me how you break.” Tatum’s hips bucked. Her toned physique glistened with sweat. Sloane worked faster, mouth sealed around her clit while fingers thrust harder. Emotions surged in Sloane. This felt like more than sex. It felt powerful. Tatum cried out as the orgasm built. Suddenly she squirted for the first time, juices soaking Sloane’s chin and the turf beneath them. Tatum shook violently, a loud gasp escaping her lips. “Fuck, Sloane. What did you do to me?”

AGNARR. I unzip my own pants and pull out my cock. “This will be a story we’ll remember years from now.” She whispers in my ear, “That our first time was in an alley in a small town on the borders of Clair De Lune.” A soft wind blows, and I hug her tighter, feeling drunk with the haze of how this feels. Kissing her neck, I rub my cock against her clit making her moan. In a world where there are no risks or expectations, this would be perfect.

For the first time in years, I was truly busy with my own life. Ryder’s new preschool required an interview, and he did beautifully, even making a friend on his first day. My job was starting smoothly, too. Giving up my career for Michael had always been my deepest regret. When I was in love, I’d thought my sacrifices were justified by his hard work outside, but somewhere along the way, I forgot that I wasn’t just a wife. I was my own person.

~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 had nearly worked myself to death to earn that one million dollars and more, working four jobs day in and day out, sleeping less than four hours every day. My body's condition rapidly deteriorated this year, and my weight dropped below 80 pounds. I fainted multiple times in the span of a month from low blood sugar. I was like a walking corpse instead of a proper human being, exuding an air of death wherever I went. I clutched the transaction record as I straightened to my full height. I looked up and stared at Marcus' ashen expression. "I'm going to get all my money back. My parents will also be filing a lawsuit against you for fraud. You brought all of this on yourself, Marcus."

I told him I liked that and whatever turned on both of us we could try. "Swingers clubs sound hot," I whispered, stroking his dick slowly, feeling it throb in my hand. "Watch me get touched a bit, you watch other sluts, but we fuck each other hard after. No full swaps yet… just teasing, building the heat." He groaned, thrusting into my fist. "Yeah, babe. Your body on display, hands on you, but my cock owns that pussy. Let's explore slowly, see what makes us cum hardest." I said we needed to burn the pictures, and we did.

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.

She batted her eyelashes at me, and I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight to me as I let go of the swing. "Why the hell are we wasting time here, then?" I palmed her ass, fitting her to me more securely. "We may not be able to have swing sex right now, but I'll bet you a second orgasm I can make you scream my name before we're in your bed for five minutes." She grinned. "Let me get this straight. You make me scream your name-which implies a first orgasm-and then I get a second? Or you do?" "Who cares? I figure we're both winners, either way."

He'd hang by the counter every now and again to talk and they'd spend hours just talking about random stuffs until the rush hour begins and she has to go do a lot of servings and he'd have to go get his serving of hot piece of ass, upstairs. It still made her laugh,when ever she thought of that first day, but she wouldn't trade any of it for anything, not even Larry's gayness. His swinging for the other team wasn't a problem for her, she'd just thought he's hot and that was all, not that she'd been looking forward to anything kindling between them. Her first two adventures in that department have her broke and pregnant respectively, so nope, she wasn't looking. And even if she was, she didn'

Casper said. What kind of cheating are they talking about I wonder. Then it hits me “ I have never cheated on anyone. Viper was my first and only for heaven's sake. He was my first serious anything. I never really dated before him. I take my vows seriously. I swear I didn’t cheat on anyone.” I cried. I can feel the tears running down my face. Ice tries to pull me away from Viper but doesn’t get very far.