Newbies

By Donna M.

 

 

She was led away. 

That�s how it looked to me at first, like a lamb to slaughter.  I didn�t want to ponder that she may have gone along eagerly.  That would�ve been too painful so early in the evening.  The guy had been chatting her up while I�d been talking to another woman guest.  He had a hand casually at her back but that was all.  I�d turned to speak with this other woman and didn�t look at my wife for a few moments.

�It�s great seeing new people here,� the woman, who told me her name was Janice, was saying, �I mean, after a while with all the same people it gets pretty stale.�  She was holding my arm and got pretty close as she spoke.

After telling her my name, I said, �So, Janice, which one is your husband?�

She motioned toward one of the sofas where a big man sat with a small, half dressed Asian lady on his lap.  �That�s him.  He likes the little skinny ones.�

Janice was anything but little or skinny.  Her large D cups pressed against me, leaving no false impressions of their size or firmness.  Whether or not they were real would require further study.

�Where�s your wife?� she asked me.  I turned to indicate where she was in time to see the man she was with leading her from the room with a hand at her ass.  �Oh, that�s Reggie.  What a sweet talker.  He sure knows how to get a woman�s panties off, I�ll tell you. He sure got mine off the first time we met, and then he got ME off!�

My eyes wouldn�t leave them as they slipped into another room.  Janice must have recognized my dismay.

�Whose idea was swinging, yours or hers?�

�Mine, I guess.�

�The little woman went along with it, huh?� she said.  �How did you sell the idea to her?  �We�re in a rut�, �things are stale�, that sort of thing?�

�Something like that.�

Janice leaned closer, if indeed that was possible.  �You�re a good looking guy.  The wife doesn�t cum with a scream anymore?  Is that it?�  She then whispered, �I�m a screamer, you know.�

My wife, Marie was now somewhere else in this large house.  Did she still have her panties on?  Would Reggie�s face be buried in her pussy?  Would his dick be down her throat?  I wasn�t handling this well.

Janice interrupted my thoughts, �Look, what did you expect, Dan?  Did you think you�d have sex but she wouldn�t? Get over the jealousy and have some fun.  She�ll have hers and you�ll both go home happy.�

We watched her husband go off with the Asian girl.  I said, �Do you want to go into one of the rooms?�

She laughed.  �I�m practically drooling all over you and you ask me a question like that?  My husband�s about to fuck the tightest little snatch in the house, and I�d love to watch.  Let�s go.�

Janice and I walked to one of the public rooms, following her husband.  The room was basically a wall-to-wall mattress.  One couple was already fucking, and Janice�s husband began performing cunnilingus on the petite Asian.  We got out of our clothes, and Janice showed me where there were some lockers, like you�d find at a bus station, to store everything.  I felt self-conscious at first wearing only my boxers, but with all the naked and mostly naked people walking around, and with Janice down to only a thong next to me, that feeling quickly passed.  The jealousy didn�t though.  I still couldn�t shake the thought of my wife somewhere in the big house being fucked by a stranger. 

Janice sure did have a great pair of tits, and she made sure I noticed as we scoped out a corner of the public room�s mattress.   Her hubby was being ridden by his petite partner of the moment.  What Janice said earlier was being attested to by her husband�s throaty proclamations. �Oh baby, are you fucking tight!� he bellowed as she bounced and Janice watched, and I waited and worried about Marie. 

It seemed that part of this swinging scene is watching and being watched, so I wasn�t surprised or embarrassed that Janice for the moment wanted to watch her husband instead of playing with me.  She had her tits firmly against my body while she watched; saying in a whisper, �See why he likes the little ones?  That dick of his is so small he needs the tight ones to give him a sense of manhood.  I�ve never carped on his size but I know it�s always eaten away at him, that�s why I encouraged him to get us into the lifestyle.�

Yes, �the lifestyle� as swingers called it.  Marie had always been reserved in bed, so tame and neutral about sex that early in our marriage I blamed myself, figuring I wasn�t the lover she really desired.  Later on, I sensed that she did have fantasies but she wouldn�t share them with me no matter how hard I tried to draw them out.  If my wife had been a flirt or a tease I would have felt differently, but that wasn�t the case; she was as quiet, passive and reserved in social settings as she was in bed.  I suggested swinging one day as a way to bring life back into our marriage.  The suggestion hurt her at first, but I explained as sincerely as I could that it was for her, that we both needed a spark, and that I wouldn�t play with anyone unless she was being fulfilled.  Being honest with myself, I understood that I was tired of sleeping with a mouse.  I wanted to uncage the tiger that was there, somewhere in my wife; I just knew it.  Otherwise, maybe I could have another tigress at least for a little while.

The night of the swinging proposal was the first time she came with any vocal intensity in ages, so I knew I�d finally tapped into her fantasies.  Surprisingly, I hadn�t felt jealous that she�d obviously been fantasizing about being with someone else while we fucked, even if that �someone� may have been a nebulous possibility.

�Let�s get you out of those boxers,� Janice said as she tugged at their waistband.  When she crooned �Oh, my!� I felt pretty good about myself.  That my cock was at least twice the size of her husband�s even though he was a much bigger man than me got her all excited.  She quickly shimmied out of her thong panties.  �Feel me, see how wet I am,� she said.  Indeed she was; probably the wettest women I�d ever been with.  She reached for my cock, which by now was fully erect and leaking a little pre-cum.  She looked back up to me, and smiling said, �It�s Karma, you know, like we were destined to come together tonight.�

I was sitting down Indian style, my cock �up periscope� between my legs, when she unfolded them, straddled my hips and lowered herself onto my erection.  I�ve seen this position in high-class porn, but I�ve never actually done it this way.  Her big tits were squashed between us, her eyes gazing seductively into mine, as we held each other in that sitting orientation. She undulated over my cock rather than go up and down.  Her well-lubricated yet tight vagina felt wonderful.  That�s when I thought about not wearing a condom.

The place had bowls everywhere full of the little square packets, but she hadn�t said a word, so I did.  �Are you sure I shouldn�t have put a condom on?�

She made a little scoffing sound, �You�re a newbie, what could you have?�

It wasn�t until later I thought about the reciprocal of that question.

She crooned my name and said things like, �Oh, you�re so big,� and �It�s not gonna be long.�

For my part I was trying think of ANYTHING but cumming.  When she suddenly shuddered and cried out, she scared me a bit.  Her gushingly wet and loud orgasm was a new one for me, and I easily unloaded several streams of ejaculate in response.  She kept rubbing her pelvis into mine as more waves of orgasm swept over her.  I was drained.  Was she?

After we finished, Janice and I walked through the house, voyeuristically watching couples and trios in every corner getting it on.  Some were in a dance of foreplay while others were humping in animalistic splendor.  I wondered which were spouses and which (before that night) were strangers.

�I like you, Janice, and I�m glad you�re with me, but don�t you want to stay and watch your husband?� I asked as we walked and watched.

�I like you too, Dan.  My hubby will have his own fun without me.  He deserves it.�

Because she was holding my arm and pressing her substantial breasts against me, I felt her shiver in arousal as she viewed the action all around us.  This woman really was a sex machine, I could tell, and I felt pretty good that she�d latched onto me.  As with the idea to swing in the first place, I wondered what it would be like if Marie was anything like Janice.

As if reading my mind, Janice said, �Have you seen your wife yet?  Do you want to look for her?�

I hadn�t seen her yet, so I answered yes, I would.  We visited a couple more public rooms but she wasn�t there.  I didn�t want to believe that she�d broken our promise not to do anything in private without letting each other know. I refused to think that I'd already broken that promise.

Janice said suddenly, �Maybe she�s in the Toy Room.  We haven�t looked there yet.�  She led me down some stairs, and my mind quickly thought the worst�BDSM dungeon�but that�s not what it ended up being.

We walked into a cellar room that was brightly lit, and full of more contraptions than in the gym I frequent.  There were two hanging harnesses I�ve heard described as �love swings,� one of which was being used at the moment.  A brunette was strapped in and being nailed by a guy that looked like he just stepped out of an edition of Muscle magazine.  The woman was not Marie.

Instead, Marie was reclining against a wall between two men.  She was glistening wet from sweat, as were her companions.  She had one cuff of a pair of fluffy handcuffs dangling from a wrist.  She was smiling broadly.  I hated it.

She waved to me.  I expected some discomfiture, or maybe a shred of jealousy in seeing me with the voluptuous Janice, but her expression betrayed nothing but contentment.  One of the men leaned close and said something to her that I couldn�t hear.  She nodded, so his question must have been whether or not I was her husband.  His expression then bordered on contempt, so I fretted about what she told these men about me before they fucked her.

Janice tugged at my arm and said, �You wanna try one of those swing things?�

I was too busy imagining what my wife had done to answer her right away.  As Janice pulled me toward the swing, I overheard one of the men with Marie say to her, �He�s not taking it well, is he?�

She answered, �We�re newbies, so we both had to come to terms with this if we were gonna have fun.�

The other guy said, �And you�re having fun, right?�

�Oh yes!� she said, as one guy slid fingers into her while the other fondled a breast.

Janice practically leapt into the swing�s harness.  �This is so cool!� she said.  Just then, another man entered the room, and she squealed out �Hi Reggie!�

The new man didn�t have a cock, he had a tree limb.  This was the man who led my wife away when we first arrived.  She�d had THAT in her vagina, I thought, my imagination short-circuiting.  Reggie walked up to Janice, and ignoring me completely leaned in and gave her a kiss.  �How�s my horny minx doing?�

�I need to try this thing out.�

He looked at me and said, �Do you mind if I step in here?�  He was stroking his large cock to stiffness with one hand as he positioned himself between Janice�s suspended, splayed and quivering legs, a magnum condom packet held by the other.

�Go right ahead,� I replied, but he wasn�t expecting an answer from me anyway.  I supposed with a cock like that he could be pushy.

I introduced myself to a couple who were relaxing on a mat after they�d obviously been fucking.  They told me they were a married couple, didn�t swap but liked to watch and be watched.  The woman wanted to know if Janice was my wife.  When I told her no, and pointed to Marie, she was suitably confused.  The three of us became the spectators.

My wife was in a tangle of three bodies, and I swore that she was getting DP�ed.  She always said she didn�t like anal sex, but maybe things were different now.  Reggie was all smiles as his prodigious member cleaved Janice�s pussy.  As she swung within the suspended harness she was a loud one; she wasn�t simply moaning, she was caterwauling as Reggie stood there, letting the swing do its job, Janice coming (and cumming) to him on every forward sway.

All I could do was watch passively, my dick achingly hard again but for the moment no place to put it.

For all her bragging about how loud a cummer she was, Janice�s orgasmic wails were being drowned out by my wife�s.  I couldn�t believe the sounds coming from the woman I thought I knew and loved.  Reggie pulled out, stripped off the condom, and sprayed a prodigious blast of semen all over Janice, to her immense delight.  Then he turned to me and said while motioning to my wife in the corner, �Your wife�s quite the hot number, tight too.  I�m glad you brought her.�  He chuckled, and added �I think Jack and Kenny are glad too,� motioning to the men who were unloading all over Marie just as Reggie had done to Janice.

My jealousy was in full swing as I asked Reggie, �Do Jack and Kenny have wives?�

�Of course, Dan.  They�re upstairs getting it on with each other, I imagine.  You should see the two of them when they�re having one of their lick fests.  You won�t soon forget it.�

I watched my wife hug and kiss the two men, with semen dripping from her and grinning ear to ear.  I�d wilted by the time I received a slap on the back.

�So this is where all the fun is,� declared Janice�s husband, who after glad-slapping me waved to his wife who was still in the love-sling, dazed but contented.  I looked at the big guy, and continued to find it hard to believe a man that big had such a tiny dick.  He glanced at his wife and said, �Did you leave her like that?�

He was smiling so I understood the context of his question.  �No, that was Reggie�s doing.�

�That fuckin� Reggie has to show off and stick that big dick of his into ALL the women.  You seen him in action?�

�Just now,� I answered.

He knew I meant I saw Reggie fuck his wife.  �I wish I�d seen it,� he said with a shake of his head.

I felt just the opposite.  I was glad I hadn�t seen Reggie ball Marie.  I remembered how Reggie had led my wife away from me so easily, his hand casually at her ass; I wasn�t ready for that so soon after our arrival.  Maybe I wasn�t ready for any of this.  We continued to converse while he extricated his wife from the swing harness. 

I was the odd man out again and figured I�d get Marie away so maybe we could have a little fun ourselves, but she had disappeared.  One of the guys (Jack?) that had just screwed her motioned down a hallway and said she�d gone to shower, giving me directions.  A shower sounded mighty good.  As I walked through that part of the house, I marveled at how a house that on the outside looked so plainly residential had been transformed into this swingers� paradise.  The showers were actually a row of individual stalls.  Some were occupied.  I heard her long before I got to the stall she was in.

�Yes, harder, Reggie, harder!� she yelled.  Her moans were punctuated by the rapid slap-slap-slap of wet flesh.  �Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!� she squealed at the same time Reggie announced loudly that he was cumming too.  I stood there, still confused at what got over her.  I didn�t want her to see me, to know that I knew what she�d just done.   We�d made a pact of sorts that in this first time at a house party we wouldn�t separate for long periods.  She not only ignored our agreement from the get-go, but she�d obviously been the featured slut for the evening.  I wanted to swing, and I wanted her to open up and have fun; however, call me selfish but  I didn�t want this   I ducked into an empty shower stall and cleaned myself off, all the while wondering if Reggie had been wearing a condom this time.

I overheard giggling and sexy talk as her and Reggie exited the shower area. Once more I wondered about Reggie�s wife.  I was told that they came as a couple (as per the rules of the house) but I hadn�t seen her, or if I had I didn�t realize it at the time.  I pondered looking for her.  Maybe I could try some jealousy-driven payback.

I walked the corridors with a towel wrapped around my waist and nothing else.  No way could I feel out of place with all the naked and semi-naked folks all about.  I got myself a beer.  As I ran into people I�d already met, I tactfully asked about Reggie�s whereabouts, trying to get a clue so I could meet his wife.  Finally my inquiries paid off, as she was pointed out to me.

I couldn�t believe my eyes.  She was at least two hundred pounds, with humongous tits she didn�t seem shy about showing off.  I almost laughed.  I approached her and said, �You�re Reggie�s wife, right?�

She looked me up and down before answering, �I sure am.  Name�s Jackie.  Yours?�

�I�m Dan.  Nice to meet you.  Do you happen to know where your husband is?�

She laughed.  �What�s the matter, honey, he fucking the daylights out of the little woman and you�re trying to get her back?�

�It�s not like that,� I said, but she saw through me.  She laughed again.

 �Don�t worry about the wife, have some fun.  You look like you could use some big-woman love,� she crooned as she pulled my towel away and rubbed her massive tits into me.  She palmed my shaft and added, �You�ll do.�

Now it was my turn to be led away.

She took me to one of the private �rooms,� which was simply a smaller version of the public ones, with a mattress, a bottle of lube and a bowl of condoms.  What made it private was the drape-like curtain that could be slid closed.  We left it open.  For a large woman, she could move!  She practically sucked my cock down her throat.  She giggled when she rolled the condom onto my rigid pole, and she went wild when she pulled me down on top of her and between her thighs.  I was surprised she was as tight as she was when I entered her well-lubricated hole�no lube required.  

My �ride� was well-padded, her tits like big pillows.  She shimmied and shook as I fucked her, and if I�d thought Janice loud, Jackie was surpassing her by many decibels.  She urged me on, yelling at me to go �Faster!� and to push �Harder!�  I only learned later that she was as much a renowned novelty in the swinging community as her husband was.  Why I learned this is that we�d collected spectators. 

They were shouting �Go-Go-Go�� timing it to each of my thrusts.  Jackie guffawed and then went wild, having an orgasm of a magnitude that didn�t seem possible.  I kept at it as she screamed.  I got into the whole scene and much more loudly than normal, shouted out that I was cumming�to the immediate applause of what had become our audience.

Jackie and I were complimented as we emerged.  I asked her �Does this happen often?�

�Part of the fun is watching, ain�t it?� was her answer.

I supposed she was right, though I hadn�t been fond of watching my wife get nailed.  It was time to find her once and for all; no more being led away.  I happened to bump into Reggie first.  Naked, he was intimately conversing with a pleasantly chubby young thing with long blond hair and nice tits, wearing only panties.  A young man close to them and watching earnestly must be a husband or boyfriend.  The poor guy had a wide range of emotions flash across his face like a neon billboard.  His sweetie was going to get laid and it wasn�t going to be with him.  I knew the feeling.  The girl kept glancing at Reggie�s large unit, which was somewhat swollen though not quite erect, and she had difficulty breathing.  I had to admire the man�s recuperative powers.  How many times had he fucked someone tonight?  Well, at least twice with my wife, and once with Janice that I suspected or knew of.  With a hand inside her panties and rubbing her ass (and probably somewhere a little lower) Reggie coaxed her toward one of the private rooms; the cuckolded husband/boyfriend left to follow them like an expectant puppy.  I almost wanted to follow too, and be a spectator of Reggie�s latest conquest, but I needed to find my wife.

I finally located Marie in one of the upstairs public rooms.  She was among a tangle of sweat- and cum-covered bodies lying about.  Everyone looked sated.  It must have been quite the orgy.  When she saw me, she extricated herself from the pile and walked to me.

�Oh Danny, I�m so happy you thought of this,� she said, sweeping her hand in a gesture to indicate the entire place, the entire experience.  �Are you having fun?�

�Not as much as it looks you�re having.�

She looked at me with an exaggerated pout.  �You�re not jealous, are you?  I mean, like it was your idea we�I�needed this.�  She gave me a kiss, and then said, �You�re a genius, and a sweet one at that.  Yes, this is exactly what I needed, and I never would have even thought about it if you hadn�t suggested swinging.  Thank you.�  She kissed me again, but this one was a full-on tongue dueling one.

One of the men amongst the entwined bodies shouted out, �Yo, Marie, come back here�don�t leave us yet.�

What I originally took to be satiation was simply a lull in the action it seemed.  Except for a few shakes of her head, Marie didn�t respond to the man�s request, but instead led me away from the room, and downstairs.  �Christ, do I need a shower,� she declared, which only got me thinking of her and Reggie earlier.  We passed some of the private cubicles along the way, and within one, Reggie had the blond bent over doggie and was pounding into her.  The girl�s howl�s echoed through the rooms.  I didn�t see her companion anywhere.  Marie stopped to watch, noticeably swooning as she saw Reggie�s shimmering-wet cock slice through the girl�s swollen and stretched labia.  Reggie sure had made an impression, and I didn�t like it.

After a few moments, she pulled me along again toward the showers.  I helped clean the accumulated sticky semen from her body, which amazingly seemed everywhere, from her toes to her hair.  She smiled dreamily at me, as if every trace of semen was a memory to be cherished.  Maybe to her, it was all a cherished memory.  What did I unleash?

To the sounds of orgasms from every corner of the big house, we dressed, thanked our hosts, and left.

Not much was said during the drive home.  Marie sat crossways in the passenger seat with a smile on her sleepy face.  I looked at her occasionally and realized why I married her; so beautiful and yet so fragile.  In my sexual disappointment with her I always knew there was a butterfly in the cocoon.  Maybe tonight, and the swinging journey we�ve just begun, released that butterfly from the chrysalis.  The only question would be if I�d regret it someday.

For the next few weeks, our lovemaking achieved an intensity as never before.  The once quiet mouse was roaring like a lioness.  It took a couple of weeks for her to broach the subject of swinging again.  First, she wanted to know when we would attend another house party.  Secondly, she began to search swinger web sites looking for couples in our area.  What could I say?  I had to go along now with whatever she wanted.  I�d opened the door and now she was rushing headlong through the doorway.

One evening when I got home late from work, she was waiting for me wearing her sexiest negligee.  Her flush and extremely wet pussy told me she�d been masturbating while she waited for me.  No matter, we never made the bedroom.  I draped her over the table and nailed her good.  Her screams were probably heard by the neighbors.

After a quick dinner, she worked me over until I was stiff again and she mounted me, riding cowgirl like I was the wildest bronco in the stable.  When we were done this second time, she booted up her laptop and showed me the profile of a couple in the lifestyle that lived in the next town.  �Can we contact them?� she practically begged.

After what we�d just done, I would agree to most anything.  I told her to e-mail them.  Everything was good.

In the morning as I dressed for work, I noticed a small piece of folded paper on the dresser upon which sat a bottle of her best perfume.  Out of curiosity, I moved the bottle aside and unfolded the paper.  On it was REGGIE and a telephone number.

Maybe everything wasn�t all good.

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This story was what Swing  almost became.  For some reason I don�t remember, after I�d begun writing this I scrapped the idea in favor of using the woman�s POV, thus �Swing� was the one I finished and posted last year.  I had the original incomplete document still on my laptop, so one day I decided to finish it.  I hope my effort was satisfactory.

 

Donna M.

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