Ch. 04
17/12/24
Now we’re both swingers!
Amy, her lover, and his wife - Welcome to Partner Sharing
So after Amy’s night over with her lover and his wife, it would have been impossible to be more amped up. Her sexual aura was so incredible, and her confidence in life positively enhanced.
She now knew that Richard and his wife, Lucy, had an open marriage and enjoyed the freedom to enjoy sex with whoever they chose. Sometimes it is as a solo date, although more commonly together as a couple sharing their lives with other similar couples and at group sex parties too.
Amy had been willingly seduced by Lucy and added same-sex pleasures to her menu of enjoyable activities. She was a natural, and Lucy took to her in equal admiration as did Richard. Now Amy had been fucked by two males and was now enjoying sex with another lady. You may need to be reminded that both Richard and Lucy were the same age as our own parents, which I am sure added yet more spice to her sexual satisfaction. I thought I was now quite the junior in all of this. There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that my inexperience was very evident to Amy when she made love with me, and yet she constantly reassured me of her ever-growing and deep love and desire to be with me ‘forever.’.
Amy and Richard’s next date was again imminent, and it came as a surprise when the telephone rang and it was Lucy wanting to speak with me.
Hearing Lucy’s voice for the first time surprised me, as I could immediately relate comfortably with her and understood just how Amy had become friends so readily. Lucy said that since she’d met Amy, she’d been very interested to know exactly how and where I fit in.
Although Richard had enjoyed a number of younger girls, she’d never met any of them until he’d introduced Amy. Lucy said I was incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful and sexy fiancée, and one Lucy now understood to be ultra mature and sexually adventurous. Now Lucy asked how I was able to share her and how I wasn’t threatened or jealous of Amy’s sex lifestyle.
“Max,” she asked her, “would you like for me to join you and Amy over a drink or two to chat and for us to get to know more of how we’d got to be so understanding and mature and yet so young? Please come with Amy on Friday, and we’ll have dinner together and chat together. Can you please tell Amy 7:00 pm and to park my car in their driveway?
Amy had been told that Lucy was going to call me, so she readily understood.
The day arrived, and Amy had organized time off for the afternoon. It turns out she had booked hairdressers and manicurists and added to her wardrobe with a new and sophisticated dark blue off-the-shoulder dress, new lingerie, new shoes, earrings, and a lovely necklace too. By the time I got home, she was already dressed and made up and looking so gorgeous I felt I wanted to take her straight then. Amy, of course, would have nothing of that. “No, Max,” she exclaimed. “Just get yourself ready and hurry up.”.
Annie may well have been not quite 19, but she looked for all the world like a million dollars. Her new shoes had 4” stilettos, making her the same height as me, and together with her professional makeup, she’d easily pass as a very sexy woman in her mid-twenties.
Amy directed us to Richard’s home, and as we pulled up, the door opened with Richard there to greet us. Again he shook my hand and said, It’s great to have you and the absolutely stunning and drop-dead gorgeous Amy here for dinner. Please come right in. As Amy followed, she and Richard closed in for a kiss, and it was more than a peck on the cheek too—so much for me spoiling her makeup!
Right at that moment Lucy appeared and said, “Hello Max, it’s lovely to finally meet you. Let me welcome you like Max is with Amy”. Whereupon she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly and kissing me passionately. Now that’s the kind of greeting I really appreciate.
Finally Lucy led us through into the main reception. Please sit and make yourselves comfortable. Amy, would you sit here, and Max, you please on this sofa? Richard joined Lucy, and they returned with a tray of drinks and a pitcher of punch for top-ups. Richard took Amy’s drink and his own to sit alongside Amy, and Lucy brought mine and her own. So there we were, Amy and Richard sitting opposite Lucy and myself.
Let me describe Lucy: she was a little shorter than Amy; I’d guess about 5’4” and a little squatter in stature. Dressed in a deep red sleeveless dress with just one shoulder strap and a beautiful, if not smaller, bosom. Amy was a 34D and Lucy probably 36C. Her cleavage was incredibly inviting, and she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples standing mightily proud, poking at her dress and bursting to escape. Now my mother was close in stature to Lucy and, of course, the same age as her, but I’d never seen my mother dressed like Lucy and massively appealing to any living, breathing male like Lucky was appealing to me. As we toasted each other, I found myself moving virtually levitating ever closer to Lucy, and my cock was rigid and throbbing with lust. I needed to kiss and caress the lovely wife of my Amy. As our tongues explored and danced in harmony, I was suddenly jolted back to reality. As I looked over, I could see Amy in the throes of ecstasy as Richard lapped hungrily at my Amy’s swollen, red, and flowing cunt. That picture remains to this day to remind me of the joy Any was born to experience. Lucy, though, was pulling me to my feet and taking me to her bed—the very same bed that Richard and Lucy had fucked Amy in—the very same bed that was Lucy’s and Richard’s marital bed, and I was overcome with emotion that I was going to fuck with this angel of womanhood. This angel was so much more experienced, and I became anxious and worried that I would disappoint her and disappoint Amy. I was so entranced that I had no recollection of how we were now both naked and fell backwards with Lucy straddling my face and drowning in her heavenly fluids. I’d tasted Amy’s juices, and now I was enjoying the juices of Amy’s lover's wife. Like a fine wine on my palate, the subtle hints of so many succulent varieties danced on my tongue, and I felt absolutely divine. Meanwhile Lucy was demonstrating her oral talents, talents learned over as many years as my age, and now pleasuring me in new and wonderful ways. Lucy was purring like a cat that got the cream as she worked my cock right down to the balls and simultaneously caressed my full and aching balls. She’d intersperse deep throating with kissing and sucking each of them into her magical mouth, stroking in circles with her tongue. I was in overload and on the verge of blasting my cum deep in her stomach. Ouch. Lucy was squeezing and pulling hard on my balls, and the pain was intense, and any thoughts of cumming were gone! Expertly Lucy took me to the very precipice of ejaculation and edged me for so long I ached to flood her mouth, throat, and stomach. I didn’t know it, and I didn’t at that time understand it, but the wonderful Lucy was teaching me a very important lesson. I learned then how to control my own (selfish) needs in order to give my lover the most sensational pleasures possible. By doing this, my own satisfaction would be rewarded even more.
As I continued to fuck Lucy’s throat, she no longer needed to control my ejaculation as I became conditioned to only be aware of my lover's needs.
Lucy, of course, knew this, and she swung around and, facing me, straddled and in one swift move dropped down on my cock, encapsulating me fully in her smooth, warm, and wet cunt. She began rising so that just the tip of my cock remained just in her love tunnel. Lucy was a wonderfully experienced exponent of the art of fucking understanding and knowing how to please her liver and herself. Soon she was riding me like her stallion or indeed a champion racehorse. My mind became blank as she repeatedly orgasmed and squirted and soaked me and the bed. I don’t remember how many times she came, but I still remember how special I felt—indeed, honored to be with her and experience these special pleasures. I, of course, was loving her tits. I pulled, twisted, and squeezed those exquisite nipples, fearing I may pull them off! Of course I didn’t, and Lucy kept demanding I pull them harder as her own orgasms continued to erupt. Just momentarily Lucy stopped with me still balls deep and said with real affection, “Now darling Max, it’s your turn. I want you to pump me full to overflowing with your potent and hot cum.” “Fuck me and do it.”.
I did exactly that and rode her like a man possessed. I came, squirting and flooding my wonderful lover to overflowing. Those squelching and quaffing sounds reverberated loudly and lewdly but were so wonderfully satisfying to us both. We collapsed, then clinging together as though our very lives depended upon it in blissful post-coital recovery.
Waking together with Lucy, our bodies covered in dried sweat and plenteous sexual fluids, was another revelation. My lover was the same age as my mother, indeed similar in appearance to her, and I’d just enjoyed her in the most intensive and carnal way imaginable. Hopefully my father had got to experience those same levels of lust as he and my mum hopefully enjoyed fucking. Were he and my mum monogamous? Did he or my mum play around? I really hoped that they too experienced the same pleasures that I was now enjoying.
Lucy kissed me and said that she and Richard had guessed from how Amy was as his lover that I’d most likely be a decent fuck too and that they had been quite right in their assumptions. She also said that I was a quick learner and learned more quickly than even Richard to control my ejaculation. She added he had bruised balls for several weeks until he mastered that. Rising, Lucy took my hand, and I followed like a grateful puppy. There in the guest bedroom was Amy and Richard cuddled together, both, of course, naked and both with that incredible, just-fucked, and contented look.
Lucy whispered, “Don’t they look beautiful and absolutely fucked to exhaustion?”?
We backed quietly out and back to bed for our next fuck.
I’ll write the next chapter very soon.
Now we’re both swingers!
Amy, her lover, and his wife - Welcome to Partner Sharing
So after Amy’s night over with her lover and his wife, it would have been impossible to be more amped up. Her sexual aura was so incredible, and her confidence in life positively enhanced.
She now knew that Richard and his wife, Lucy, had an open marriage and enjoyed the freedom to enjoy sex with whoever they chose. Sometimes it is as a solo date, although more commonly together as a couple sharing their lives with other similar couples and at group sex parties too.
Amy had been willingly seduced by Lucy and added same-sex pleasures to her menu of enjoyable activities. She was a natural, and Lucy took to her in equal admiration as did Richard. Now Amy had been fucked by two males and was now enjoying sex with another lady. You may need to be reminded that both Richard and Lucy were the same age as our own parents, which I am sure added yet more spice to her sexual satisfaction. I thought I was now quite the junior in all of this. There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that my inexperience was very evident to Amy when she made love with me, and yet she constantly reassured me of her ever-growing and deep love and desire to be with me ‘forever.’.
Amy and Richard’s next date was again imminent, and it came as a surprise when the telephone rang and it was Lucy wanting to speak with me.
Hearing Lucy’s voice for the first time surprised me, as I could immediately relate comfortably with her and understood just how Amy had become friends so readily. Lucy said that since she’d met Amy, she’d been very interested to know exactly how and where I fit in.
Although Richard had enjoyed a number of younger girls, she’d never met any of them until he’d introduced Amy. Lucy said I was incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful and sexy fiancée, and one Lucy now understood to be ultra mature and sexually adventurous. Now Lucy asked how I was able to share her and how I wasn’t threatened or jealous of Amy’s sex lifestyle.
“Max,” she asked her, “would you like for me to join you and Amy over a drink or two to chat and for us to get to know more of how we’d got to be so understanding and mature and yet so young? Please come with Amy on Friday, and we’ll have dinner together and chat together. Can you please tell Amy 7:00 pm and to park my car in their driveway?
Amy had been told that Lucy was going to call me, so she readily understood.
The day arrived, and Amy had organized time off for the afternoon. It turns out she had booked hairdressers and manicurists and added to her wardrobe with a new and sophisticated dark blue off-the-shoulder dress, new lingerie, new shoes, earrings, and a lovely necklace too. By the time I got home, she was already dressed and made up and looking so gorgeous I felt I wanted to take her straight then. Amy, of course, would have nothing of that. “No, Max,” she exclaimed. “Just get yourself ready and hurry up.”.
Annie may well have been not quite 19, but she looked for all the world like a million dollars. Her new shoes had 4” stilettos, making her the same height as me, and together with her professional makeup, she’d easily pass as a very sexy woman in her mid-twenties.
Amy directed us to Richard’s home, and as we pulled up, the door opened with Richard there to greet us. Again he shook my hand and said, It’s great to have you and the absolutely stunning and drop-dead gorgeous Amy here for dinner. Please come right in. As Amy followed, she and Richard closed in for a kiss, and it was more than a peck on the cheek too—so much for me spoiling her makeup!
Right at that moment Lucy appeared and said, “Hello Max, it’s lovely to finally meet you. Let me welcome you like Max is with Amy”. Whereupon she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly and kissing me passionately. Now that’s the kind of greeting I really appreciate.
Finally Lucy led us through into the main reception. Please sit and make yourselves comfortable. Amy, would you sit here, and Max, you please on this sofa? Richard joined Lucy, and they returned with a tray of drinks and a pitcher of punch for top-ups. Richard took Amy’s drink and his own to sit alongside Amy, and Lucy brought mine and her own. So there we were, Amy and Richard sitting opposite Lucy and myself.
Let me describe Lucy: she was a little shorter than Amy; I’d guess about 5’4” and a little squatter in stature. Dressed in a deep red sleeveless dress with just one shoulder strap and a beautiful, if not smaller, bosom. Amy was a 34D and Lucy probably 36C. Her cleavage was incredibly inviting, and she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples standing mightily proud, poking at her dress and bursting to escape. Now my mother was close in stature to Lucy and, of course, the same age as her, but I’d never seen my mother dressed like Lucy and massively appealing to any living, breathing male like Lucky was appealing to me. As we toasted each other, I found myself moving virtually levitating ever closer to Lucy, and my cock was rigid and throbbing with lust. I needed to kiss and caress the lovely wife of my Amy. As our tongues explored and danced in harmony, I was suddenly jolted back to reality. As I looked over, I could see Amy in the throes of ecstasy as Richard lapped hungrily at my Amy’s swollen, red, and flowing cunt. That picture remains to this day to remind me of the joy Any was born to experience. Lucy, though, was pulling me to my feet and taking me to her bed—the very same bed that Richard and Lucy had fucked Amy in—the very same bed that was Lucy’s and Richard’s marital bed, and I was overcome with emotion that I was going to fuck with this angel of womanhood. This angel was so much more experienced, and I became anxious and worried that I would disappoint her and disappoint Amy. I was so entranced that I had no recollection of how we were now both naked and fell backwards with Lucy straddling my face and drowning in her heavenly fluids. I’d tasted Amy’s juices, and now I was enjoying the juices of Amy’s lover's wife. Like a fine wine on my palate, the subtle hints of so many succulent varieties danced on my tongue, and I felt absolutely divine. Meanwhile Lucy was demonstrating her oral talents, talents learned over as many years as my age, and now pleasuring me in new and wonderful ways. Lucy was purring like a cat that got the cream as she worked my cock right down to the balls and simultaneously caressed my full and aching balls. She’d intersperse deep throating with kissing and sucking each of them into her magical mouth, stroking in circles with her tongue. I was in overload and on the verge of blasting my cum deep in her stomach. Ouch. Lucy was squeezing and pulling hard on my balls, and the pain was intense, and any thoughts of cumming were gone! Expertly Lucy took me to the very precipice of ejaculation and edged me for so long I ached to flood her mouth, throat, and stomach. I didn’t know it, and I didn’t at that time understand it, but the wonderful Lucy was teaching me a very important lesson. I learned then how to control my own (selfish) needs in order to give my lover the most sensational pleasures possible. By doing this, my own satisfaction would be rewarded even more.
As I continued to fuck Lucy’s throat, she no longer needed to control my ejaculation as I became conditioned to only be aware of my lover's needs.
Lucy, of course, knew this, and she swung around and, facing me, straddled and in one swift move dropped down on my cock, encapsulating me fully in her smooth, warm, and wet cunt. She began rising so that just the tip of my cock remained just in her love tunnel. Lucy was a wonderfully experienced exponent of the art of fucking understanding and knowing how to please her liver and herself. Soon she was riding me like her stallion or indeed a champion racehorse. My mind became blank as she repeatedly orgasmed and squirted and soaked me and the bed. I don’t remember how many times she came, but I still remember how special I felt—indeed, honored to be with her and experience these special pleasures. I, of course, was loving her tits. I pulled, twisted, and squeezed those exquisite nipples, fearing I may pull them off! Of course I didn’t, and Lucy kept demanding I pull them harder as her own orgasms continued to erupt. Just momentarily Lucy stopped with me still balls deep and said with real affection, “Now darling Max, it’s your turn. I want you to pump me full to overflowing with your potent and hot cum.” “Fuck me and do it.”.
I did exactly that and rode her like a man possessed. I came, squirting and flooding my wonderful lover to overflowing. Those squelching and quaffing sounds reverberated loudly and lewdly but were so wonderfully satisfying to us both. We collapsed, then clinging together as though our very lives depended upon it in blissful post-coital recovery.
Waking together with Lucy, our bodies covered in dried sweat and plenteous sexual fluids, was another revelation. My lover was the same age as my mother, indeed similar in appearance to her, and I’d just enjoyed her in the most intensive and carnal way imaginable. Hopefully my father had got to experience those same levels of lust as he and my mum hopefully enjoyed fucking. Were he and my mum monogamous? Did he or my mum play around? I really hoped that they too experienced the same pleasures that I was now enjoying.
Lucy kissed me and said that she and Richard had guessed from how Amy was as his lover that I’d most likely be a decent fuck too and that they had been quite right in their assumptions. She also said that I was a quick learner and learned more quickly than even Richard to control my ejaculation. She added he had bruised balls for several weeks until he mastered that. Rising, Lucy took my hand, and I followed like a grateful puppy. There in the guest bedroom was Amy and Richard cuddled together, both, of course, naked and both with that incredible, just-fucked, and contented look.
Lucy whispered, “Don’t they look beautiful and absolutely fucked to exhaustion?”?
We backed quietly out and back to bed for our next fuck.
I’ll write the next chapter very soon.
