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Too Much Of A Good Thing
by Pat
We had been married for twelve years, for the whole of that time we had experienced a wonderful adventure in life. Even our sex lives were the same in that Tony was always trying different locations or when summer arrived there was always some quiet spot for us to try out.
Although my mind wasn't as active as Tony's a lot of afternoons when he arrived home. Often weary and tired from work I was able to excite his taste buds with the little extras I acquired from my evening activities of putting on some Anne Summer's parties for my friends and neighbours. As long as one of us were ready to collect the kids from school no one was any the wiser of our afternoon delights.
Trying harder I read an advert telling of a new local contact magazine that had me writing out an invitation for the first edition. I kept it a secret from Tony in those early days. I wasn't sure how he would react to me writing to other people explaining our sex lives to complete strangers. I was amazed at the amount of couples who lived life on a similar level to us; ideas and exciting letters were flooding into our letterbox every day.
Of all the couples I was corresponding with the most exciting however was a guy from Wolverhampton. He had pride in showing off a monster of an erection and his stories were something else. Feeling a little threatened in this situation I decided to tell Tony one evening about my new pastime. I knew he wouldn't mind, in fact encouraged me to continue, so we bought a Polaroid camera and suddenly my letters were being accompanied by shots of certain parts of my anatomy. I was petrified to show my face, yet that didn't seem to matter however as my guy was more than happy seeing photos of me doing various things with the toys we had collected over the years.
It started to take over a little, so after the initial enthusiasm that particular experiment quickly became just another phase really. Gradually over time we were looking to get our kicks in other ways, so the contact magazines were becoming boring as our original games started taking pride of place in our household once more.
However I noticed more and more Tony was reading through these old magazines then one evening we were lying quietly in bed he showed me a photo of a lovely couple who wanted to do some wife swapping. He was a hunk of a guy and the thought had crossed my mind even though I was glad Tony suggested it.
In bed we laid there while we tried to compose a letter to this couple. It was strange writing to an anonymous pair this time not with my fantasies, but almost asking them whether they would consider us as friends and if we get on well, who knows where it could lead to.
We exchanged letters and phone calls. Then one weekend we got my mother around to look after the kids while we went away on business somewhere, or so mother was to believe. We drove to this hotel near the airport. Nerves made the journey a silent one as I had that sickly feeling in my stomach. This couple had pre-booked two adjourning double rooms and we were to meet them in the bar around eight o'clock, or that was the plan at least.
We were late arriving and hoped that we didn't give this couple the impression we had been scared off at the last minute. It was nerve tingling, walking into the crowded bar, but Richard's eyes met mine and my heart missed a beat. I pulled at Tony's sleeve to indicate that we had been noticed.
I think I was too nervous to enjoy the lovely spread the hotel had put on. The wine was free flowing and I was trying to calm my nerves. My main concern was whether Richard would like me. The talk all evening was about the recent golf tournament and that was something I didn't even know existed. Janice was full of herself and seemed to take little notice of me. I seemed to be left in the cold.
I was beginning to get cold feet on the situation. The meal ending and the band starting up saved what would have been a disastrous first and last attempt in the swinging scene. Richard was quick to ask for my hand and we hugged closely dancing to the music. Quickly his words comforted me as well, bombarding me with compliments and telling me how he was looking forward to the night.
Wanting to get things moving with my stomach still knotted with fear I was dropping hints to Tony that I was ready. So a short word with Richard and he came back over to me. All of a sudden we were off, leaving Janice and Tony following on closely behind.
I think the first time had to go down as a disaster for Tony and I. I was nervous on my end and Richard was sweet, but as a sex thing it really didn't work. Driving home in the morning Tony told me that his evening also was strange feeling. He had nothing positive to say about Janice telling me that he would have preferred the evening to end with the two of us together and to hell with the swapping thing.
However, we persevered and soon found a genuinely nice couple that really showed the two of us the true art of having fun and swapping partners. So from there we went forward and started to meet some real nice friends. All the time however we made it a rule that we wouldn't split up like we did that first time.
Tony always makes the first move, not me! He started to correspond with Peter, without my knowledge and without my enthusiasm. He put pen to paper and scribbled a letter to them with a few photos thrown in for good measure. I usually didn't get interested initially, only if their replies were interesting, or the photos were exceptional.
This package came for Tony one day. He works in a market and has never seen the postman. I think this package included a book, as it was so thick. Curiosity never got the better of me though and it was left to me to hand the unopened package to him. He then spent twenty minutes in the loo reading it, eventually giving it to me to comment on. The photos showed Peter as being a slight man; very fit and muscular, grey haired but with a thingy the size of my Wolverhampton hunk! My Wolverhampton man was big all over and 11 inches was big, believe me, it was big, I am thinking of good times now. Yet this little man, not half as thick as my man, told us he was 11 inches long. It wasn't downward like Tony's was either, but looked like a lightning conductor and abnormal as if it had been added on. To Tony's misfortune, Beth looked like an overweight grandmother and was dressed like one in half the photos. And in the half she wasn't I think Tony wished she were dressed.
He wrote in a way that made us feel we were there with him as well. His stories were something else, rare, unique even that a man writing can arouse me, let alone excite, but his use of words was so clever that I was reading his mail over and over. Not only that! We started to receive drawings from him. He copied me and introduced me into the drawings and they were really clever.
They did want to meet us, but Tony was against it, and so was I when one true story from them took place in a London sauna and involved thirteen men! Yes, exactly.
After talks and chats on the phone we agreed however, it was made clear that condoms were to be used. We had never found the need and quite honestly if we thought we did then it was usually a straight no and off we would go. Neither would we participate if either of us had any doubts about our forthcoming partners. Peter fascinated me though, and Tony knew that. He didn't really want Beth, but his opinions were always secondary when these sort of occasions occurred, so it was to happen.
Without our prior knowledge, but a natural matter of fact by them, they booked a travel lodge for the weekend, not for Peter and me, but for Tony and Beth. We would have cried off under normal circumstances, but with mother baby-sitting we decided it was too late to pull out.
I felt absolutely petrified as Tony dropped me off at their house. I was to play a whore, dressed like one and I really did feel like one as I saw the curtains twitching while walking up the long pathway to his door.
Tony waited until the front door opened and I went in before driving off. I had never known what sheer terror was, but those first few moments really did scare me. To be in a strange house with a strange, very strange man who knew I had offered my body to him over the phone was even more bizarre. Being invited in I wasn't sure what feelings were running through my mind. He took my coat and was acting the perfect gentleman as my knees knocked together violently. Their house was typical of how I imagined it though, he was an artist and sketches littered the walls of the very atmospheric situation he had generated as my eyes looked around in every nook and cranny.
After a few Martell brandies with ice and some very pleasant conversation, I was beginning to find Peter as pleasant a man as he sounded over the phone. I had dressed in an almost see through white top and had deliberately put on a black bra so as to keep the 'tartish' image alive. My fishnet hold-ups were showing their lacy tops and no doubt a glimpse of my white thighs to Peter as my leather mini was in the habit of riding up a little too much. I didn't care anyway, thinking to myself that my dress would help in capturing the moment better.
Peter was sitting very close to me in their settee and it was the first time I looked down to notice his bulge in his thin trousers. He was already in a sexually aroused state. I didn't know why. Our conversation had been very innocent till then, so what was running through his mind I will never know. I was almost embarrassed as my line of vision kept lowering down to his trousers as we carried on with our small talk together.
My glass again was empty as Peter took it from me and went to the cabinet to refill it. Going over to the switch he dimmed the lights until the glow of the fire was the main source of illumination, producing spooky shadows across the walls. Sitting back down closer to me the conversation started on Tony and Beth, he was wondering how they would be getting on at the motel. He said that Beth was a bit of an insatiable nymphomaniac and how he had learnt to control himself and could go for hours with her. He told me he could only finish the one time, and then it was all over for the pair of them. I remember thinking that Tony could go a few times over the course of an evening, but he didn't last too long so that will not satisfy Beth. Laughing to myself now, the drink relaxing me completely, I warned Peter that there will be a knock on the door in a minute as Tony was a little premature, especially on a first date with different women in these situations.
Peter's voice suddenly became more serious as he put an arm around me and brushed some loose hair from my face.
"How about you Pat." He asked, trying to talk slow as if trying to be sexual. I laughed out loud, nerves probably, but I told him as casually as I knew how that Tony always made sure I was satisfied and feeling him finish was as good for me as it was for him.
"Have you never done it all night, Pat?", he asked, as if it were the norm. I was embarrassed now, as if there were something wrong with our love making, but I told him that I couldn't do that and poor Tony would never go to work the next morning.
"Have you ever had a sensual massage, Pat?", Peter asked, his body closer now and looking down at his flagpole it was definitely twitching for something. I was trying to tell him in a casual way that we had done it a few times, but it usually ends in laughter, as I am very ticklish.
"Can I give you a massage you will never forget Pat, one that is so sensual I am inside you throughout the massage?" He was whispering to me now. I suppose he thought he was talking sexually to me. I must admit with his hand now stroking my breasts very gently I had resigned myself to the fact that I was all his that evening.
"Come on Pat, let me show you the house, you might need the loo and will not know where to go." Taking my drink, he rested his hand on my hip and guided me first to the kitchen, then the dining room and as we approached the stairs he pointed out the downstairs loo.
"Go on Pat, you go first, give an old man some enjoyment in life." I cheekily raised my skirt higher and climbed the stairs. I looked back as he was really looking up at me with a dirty smile on his face. I didn't care one bit now, the brandies, the atmosphere, the occasion had taken over, I wanted sex now and Peter had promised me something at my ripe old age that was new to me.
Showing me the bathroom, I needed that I told him, we went to the main bedroom, I had seen it a hundred times in the photos they had sent us and I had seen a handful of men in there and just prayed that Tony had remembered our rule. Then a spare bedroom again a lovely double bed a romantic theme had been laid out in there as well. Then the third bedroom, well, more a doctor's office really, a massage table, and the obvious signs of some stirrups in the corner were the first things that caught my eye.
That's our humble abode he said as he asked whether I would fancy starting in the massage room as he called it. I did, but needed to pee and freshen up first, so handing him my empty glass I went and tried to prepare myself for sex.
When I went into the 'massage room' Peter was naked; my eyes were fixed on his boomerang shaped erection. It really was long and as I found out that night it was the only one I had ever encountered that could stay that way for hours rather than minutes.
I insisted on the lights going down, so with just the dim passageway lights on it was just enough to tell me where I was so as to manoeuvre myself properly. I stripped naked myself as Peter positioned me on his table. Almost immediately I could feel that lovely erection of his close by, but knowing the two of them and their lifestyle I was ashamed almost in insisting he put a condom on it for me. He had no worries there and I watched in fascination as he rolled the contents of the sachet on to his hard rigid toy.
This all seemed a little clinical at first, lying there with my knees closed but bent as Peter made the room ready for us. Every time he approached near to the hallway light a lump filled my throat as his erection stood out way ahead of him. Gently he lifted my head from the table and rested a couple of pillows under it, then taking both my arms he placed them up under my head. Commenting on my beauty as our eyes met, being only inch's from me he tenderly kissed my lips as his fingers brushed across my face.
This felt relaxing and exciting at the same time. My face warmed to his touch, the brandies no doubt having their affect on my heated face also. Still our lips were joined as I sensed him fiddling for something. When we stopped our kiss he was holding a bottle of scented massage oil that he poured over my body. Gently massaging the excess in before it trickled down on to the couch he then left me, going to get these stirrups from the corner of the room that had looked so threatening when I entered moments earlier. Slowly and sensually he lifted each of my calves and placed them into their position, I could feel my dampness as slowly again I felt my legs being opened and my labia lips parting.
Knowing I was fully opened now for him he walked around to between my legs, gathering the bottle of oil I felt droplets fall onto my stomach and some was trickling between my legs. His erection was now visible to me sticking proudly above my shaved pubic region as it was now pushed tightly against my openness that was willing him into me like the whore I was supposed to be. His oily hands started to gently massage the oils into my body, cupping my breasts together with his fingers exciting my nipples. The only previous times I had been massaged ended in laughter, yet Peter's hands seemed so sexual. They worked me into a frenzy with the heat from my body making my face glow even warmer.
I was unaware also that one of his hands had taken hold of his erection. Then I felt it slowly entering into me. A sharp intake of breath made me realise the excitement of the moment was taking over. Everything he did was in slow motion as I let out a long groan realising his body was tightly on mine as my muscles squeezed and caressed his hardness. Looking down on me, his hands were so sensual over me, his face in a motionless stare, looking into my eyes, his erection, feeling lovely deep within me, was still motionless inside me as both his hands carried on exciting me. Every now and again I would gasp for breath as I felt the whole length of him exit me and push deeply back into me. Then I exhaled in an unashamed breathless sigh.
His hands explored every inch of my body, from my temple to my toenails. It seemed every inch of me was tingling with the excitement he was producing. He really was inside me forever. His manliness kept probing into me, sending my body twisting with pleasure. The massage was over now, his oily fingers were mixing with my drenched libido juices as he slowly caressed my outer lips. Each time they ran over my clitoris I gasped, finding it now he probed a finger into me to moisten it and so gently at first, had me groaning, as my breathing became more and more erratic. His erection began pushing deeply in and out of me while speeding up. He knew exactly what he was doing. No longer able to leave my hands behind my neck they joined his as my orgasm was building deeply within my head and completely overtook my body. I screamed out in sheer joy. Peter knew exactly how long to carry on, slowing down at the right time, leaving me to enjoy my excitement alone while my fingers toyed with my saturated clitoris.
Still no end to his lovely erection as he came up to my face asking me how I felt. I was purring with satisfaction and had no need to answer. The sweet aromas of the oil smelled throughout the room as Peter asked whether I would like to have them washed off me. Agreeing he gently unhooked me from the stirrups and carried me to the bathroom.
His hands were pleasing my body as the bath filled to a bubbly froth and he cleaned all the oil off my body. I was lying back, eyes closed, feeling him cleanse me and I felt like the most important person in the world. Every inch of me glowed as he washed the bubbles from my body and proceeded to dry me with the softest towel I had ever felt.
Finished and refreshed he suggested I pour a drink and go into the bedroom where he will follow in a moment. I walked in there alone and sat on the bed, a warm towel wrapped around my body as my eyes looked around the room at the erotic poses he had produced. Not seeing all of it the first time I was amazed at a big poster size drawing on the wall behind the door. It was me, I was on my knees exciting Peter's erection, every piece of jewellery had been painstakingly added as my tongue was making it's way up his long shaft.
Almost embarassed, I was staring at the drawing when Peter walked in, naked, his erection still looking as inviting as the drawing on the wall. Telling me without any embarrassment how that drawing has given him sexual pleasure alone on more than a few occasions I felt somehow honoured, as we came together. Feeling the towel being lifted from me, we were quickly close and kissing once more.
Not sure whether Peter helped or encouraged me I was suddenly on my knees in front of him and was at last holding on to this magical thing. It felt unreal, bending into his stomach I really needed to pull it so as I could suck on the end of it. Managing to do so however it was very uncomfortable so I quickly gave that idea up and as the picture was showing me, I began to lick and kiss on the underneath of it.
It was producing the effect I like to feel, his hands gently holding my hair from my face and as if it couldn't have got any harder he seemed to tense up for the first time that evening. At last this man had some feelings there, I remember thinking as finally he took a deep breath and pulled my lips away from him. He stood there a while, my face in his hands while his erection was oozing a clear liquid that trickled down the length of him, disappearing into the nest of grey curly hair. Almost disappointed now, he pulled me off my knees as the saltiness on my lips joined his. It was him now showing signs of excitement as my hand encircled his erection while we were kissing passionately. I could sense Peter's passion rising rapidly. At first he tried to pull my hands away but realising I had no wish to he suddenly put his hands around my neck.
Massaging his rock hard erection now, we were locked together kissing when I felt his body tighten. He called out my name and I felt his hot fluid releasing from his erection over my fingers and hand. It was very warm as my fingers carried on masturbating him as our closeness was transferring his fluids from my hands to our bodies.
Still his erection didn't change as we wiped away his semen from our hands and my body with a towel.
Thinking and wishing it was time for our bed now I was very much mistaken as he closed in on me and that flagpole of his was still as hard as when I first laid eyes on it. His kissing seemed as passionate as ever as we lay down on the cold silk duvet, our lips didn't part once while his hands seemed to know exactly which parts of my body were the most excitable. His head quickly went to my neck, kissing and gently biting little pieces from it, sending my libido into overdrive. Then he was exciting my nipples. They felt like they were ready to explode. I sighed as his lips brushed my stomach. I opened myself as his tongue began to search around my labia, sending wave after wave of excitement throughout my body. His tongue was even more erotic than anything had been before, his tongue on me soon had me feeling so horny again. As if I was trying to get away, he seemed to be chasing me around the bed. The feelings he was giving me were so intense. Soon, trapped in a corner of the bed I surrendered myself as his tongue excited my clitoris like never before. I had to pull violently at his hair as he brought me to yet another violent orgasm, my breathing had almost stopped and the heat in my face was frightening.
I laid with my head between the headboard and the bedside cabinet, almost stuck there, my breathing was erratic as Peter leaving me in that situation was suddenly above me. Giving me no rest he was suddenly fiddling in the bedside cupboard and producing another condom. Unable to move, also not wanting to, I soon felt his erection opening my sex lips as he was pushing his hardness back into me. Although those feelings were wonderful his power seemed to last forever and the pleasure really did start to turn to pain. He seemed to go on forever. I'm not sure how my feelings were. One second they were sheer pleasure as time after time he managed to squeeze yet more orgasms from my tired body. Then the feelings again turned to exhaustion and noticing this he seemed to cum on demand and then he quickly withdrew himself from me. I didn't see his condom, but I knew by the feelings inside that it had 'worked'.
The next thing I remember was the phone ringing, it was Beth and Tony, they were wondering whether our escapades had ended. I had my leg and arm around Peter and the soreness and aching feelings down below made me realise that last night with Peter wasn't a dream but all reality. I needed the bathroom and even peeing was painful. I ran their bath, the loving face of Peter was never far away as we enjoyed some cool Bucks Fizz. I knew that Peter was ready for seconds or was it thirds? He had assured us that he was a once a night person, well I proved him wrong there. Although at my cost as I soaked in his bath enjoying the lavish life style until I heard my Prince Charming's car pull up to rescue me.
Nothing was said on the journey home. Tony was drained and silent. I think I slept. Peter and Beth were wise enough not to phone that evening to arrange another get together. When they did a few days later they still got the same reply. This was the only time that Tony and I got too much of a good thing.
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This swinging story is the most recent one Pat sent me. I have several others of hers yet to post but as usual I'm ass backwards, trying to get caught up. I am also posting Pat's stories to the KikiWiki where you can comment on them or add some paragraphs.
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posted by JoJo Jinx on Sunday, July 27, 2003
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