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CHAPTER 1 – THE SLINGERS“And later, at noontides and night-tides, they held rendezvous.”Stan’s Story“Stan, you are my best friend and my love, but I miss the sexy fun we had with Quin and Reenie.”“Yes, I‘ve been thinking about it. Why don’t we look for a couple closer to home? I’ve been thinking about joining a swinger’s site. We might…”“You mean I could find another black cock? But I can’t see how anyone else can measure up to Quin; it was huge and he was a fantastic lover.”She looked sideways at me, grinning ear to ear, “Almost as good as you!”I laughed, “It doesn’t have to be black to be big; that’s a myth.”So I researched different sites, looking for a little something to show the members would be genuine. Finally, a single choice emerged, and with Ginny’s blessing, I created an account, paid for membership, and set out our profile.Only a few days passed before we got our first reply. It didn’t take long to work out the other couple didn’t exist; it was a single guy after cheap sex.Our second hit was genuine, but after a few emails it was obvious there was no mutual connection so we wished them well with a “thanks, but no thanks” message.It was the third time lucky and after a few messages we started to engage in a lot of horny chat with another mature couple, first-timers, who lived just a few miles away, but far enough that our daily paths would not cross.Ginny was metaphorically deep into his cock, particularly after he (Graham) sent a photo of it fully engorged and openly boasted about his great girth. Ginny was ecstatic, “I want that in me!”“It’s not black, love.”“No problem, it’s big.” And that settled the matter.The next and obvious step was to arrange a Zoom session.We sat on our bed, lightly dressed, tight red underpants for me, a purple and black bustier with black g-string panties and black stockings for Ginny. In front of us, on a chest of drawers, was a laptop wired to the much larger television screen fixed on the wall above.The Zoom app was running; we waited for Graham to open the link from his end.Finally, the TV screen jumped to life, and we had our first view of Graham, fiddling with his device while he set their positioning. Graham sat back and put his arm around his wife, Christine. They smiled at us and waved a greeting, so in true English fashion, we grinned and waved back.There was a deathly hush; no one seemed to know what to do for a few seconds; so I had time to assess the on-screen view. They appeared to be in a bedroom.Graham was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans; balding and with muscular arms.Christine had short dark hair and wore a loose mauve dress with short sleeves that showed her podgy upper arms. She obviously was not wearing anything underneath as her nipples were clearly visible pressed against the material of her dress.It wasn’t speech that broke the spell; it was action. Ginny tapped me on the shoulder, as I turned she pushed her lips against mine, and we kissed deeply.As we broke our kiss Graham turned to Christine and kissed her full on the lips. Their mouths opened and somewhere inside, invisible to us, their tongues were playing.After they had finished and parted Graham put his hand inside her dress top to pull out one large breast, which he allowed to droop down over the material.Christine then knelt on the bed and started to unbutton Graham’s shirt, unbuckled his trouser and slid down the zip before moving round to pull them off, showing her backside to the camera, big wobbly buns that cried out to be grasped and loved. He shed his shirt and stood by their bed naked; I got my first view of his erect sword.  It was impressive.Ginny’s storyI didn’t know what to expect with the zoom meeting, the raunchy emails meant something could happen, but I was not expecting to watch live sex. While Graham was undressing I was desperate to see his inflated cock, as his patter had all been about how big it was.When he finally stood naked on the screen it certainly looked quite impressive. However, the proof came when Christine took hold of it and put the knob in her mouth; it grew and grew until her jaw almost hit her neck and her mouth was stretched wide open. Oh my God, what must it be like to have that inside, I thought Quin’s was pretty big, but Graham’s was huge.Christine sucked and wanked him as we watched; I felt Stan’s hand wander underneath my bustier before sliding under my panties, finding me wet and ready. I turned to Stan and planted my lips on his, our mouths opened and tongues played.I reached down and found a great bulge in Stan’s underpants, so I pulled them down and took him in hand before bending over to take his familiar cock in my mouth. Unfortunately, this meant Stan could no longer reach my clit, so I put my spare hand down there and started to play with myself while still watching the screen.Graham’s StorySo far during Stan and Ginny’s live sex show, I had managed to keep my cool.What happened next tried my self-control to the Çeşme Escort limit. By now, from Christine’s sucking, I had been sporting a full erection for fifteen minutes. My veins were standing out on my cock with a clear drip of pre-cum oozing out of my slit. Though I say it myself; I was managing very well considering the erotic action on our screen.”Oh my!” Ginny said to Stan.”Looks like your friend is dripping on his bedroom carpet!””He does have one fat cock,” Stan replied.”So stop teasing the poor guy then!”Ginny gave the camera the dirtiest look she could to show that she was enjoying my torture.She grinned, “Let’s have a sixty-nine.”She made Stan lie down with his head at the bottom of their bed. Then she climbed on top of him with her mouth on his cock and her pussy facing their camera. Stan kissed her thigh and opened her buttocks with both hands; so I had a perfect view of her open cunt. Her insides were a lovely rosy pink with a deeper rose peehole, her labia and clitoris golden brown, and her vagina slightly gaped; I swear her bum hole winked at me.It was all I could do to stop myself from taking two steps forward to rub my purple cockhead across the screen around her so-inviting minge piece. Stan laughed at my dilemma, then inserted his right index finger in her pussy hole and took Ginny’s sweet clitoris and lips in his mouth.Stan knew exactly how she liked to be eaten because she had two orgasms in close succession. The first made her raise her head off her husband’s cock and mew like a cat. The second two minutes later was both deeper and stronger; I watched her muscles contract and her legs quiver as she came.That was the maximum I could take, Chrissie’s sucking and the video sex pushed me over the edge and I came violently, heaving my shaft deep in her mouth as my cum jetted to the back of her throat. She has confessed to me that this makes her feel so slutty and sexy.On the screen Ginny left the bed and walked naked into the ensuite, having just enjoyed her third orgasm in ten minutes as she needed a pee. I heard the loo flush; when she returned to the bedroom her husband was on the bed masturbating.”You wanker!” Ginny quipped.”Come here. You know how much I love to suck your gorgeous cock.”Stan did as he was told, and moved where Ginny was kneeling, whereupon she began to lick his cock.I could see the signs in Stan’s body that he was ready to blow his load, but he had one duty to perform before he did. She told him to lie down, then she climbed on top and made his rigid old penis rub against her clit and lips. I saw his purple head kiss her cunt in this position; he didn’t gain entry to her tight hole but thrust on her clitty, up and down, until she came for the fourth time that afternoon from that lush sensation.With Ginny happily satisfied she lay down and wanked Stan’s erect cock over her gorgeous tits. Stan gave an enormous roar as he spunked over her. I was very impressed by his cum load.Stan’s storyWe had all cum, well three of us had, so we decided to end our sex show. It was great fun, for sure.“Stan, I one hundred per cent want that thick cock in me; we have to arrange a meeting!”“OK, love, I’ll sort it out with Graham.” Which I did.CHAPTER 2 – ON THE WEY“O journeying boy, towards a world unknown”Stan’s story “At the roundabout take the third exit.”Dutifully following the satnav I drove around the roundabout, left at “Dorchester A35”, and accelerated up the hill, glad to be free of the congested, winding ten miles since Wimborne Minster.As we sped onto the dual carriageway I looked across at Ginny, her soft hair glistening with the sunlight streaming through the windscreen, her breasts pushing out her light cream jumper. Hands fiddled with the neckline and the curves of her body between her stockinged legs. I thought how lucky I am to have such a gorgeous creature as my wife.She looked nervous. “What’s worrying you?” I asked.Ginny almost gabbled her answers.“Will we like them? Are they our type? What if they are smelly or something?”I laughed, typical of her to fret about everything.“I’m sure they will be lovely, we’ve had our sexy Zoom call, they seemed perfectly nice then, and I’m sure they are just as nervous!”Ginny’s storyAll the way down since leaving home, I had been thinking about the fun we had with Quin and Reenie on their farm. Now I wondered if Graham would fuck me hard like Quin did and will Christine be as loving as Reenie was. Just thinking about them had made me randy. I could feel my panties wet between my thighs, as we sped along I gently massaged my boobs, then pulled my thin jumper hem up so I could play with my hard nipples.My needs took control. I opened my legs, let my hand wander down to lift my skirt, and rubbed against the black panties underneath. Finally, my fingers slid under the hem, pushed down until I found my wet slit, parted the lips, and slid over my hard, expectant clitty.I looked down to see the bulge of my knuckles Çeşme Escort Bayan visible underneath my panties as I rubbed my clitty, moaning gently with the delicious sensations.I needed more access and a better position, so I pulled my skirt off, kicked it into the footwell, pulled my panties down to my ankles, released the seatbelt, and fully reclined my seat. Much better.Now my hand could work my clit without any hindrance, and with my gaze focused on the interior roof I rubbed hard. I was panting and groaning, fixated on my memory of Quin’s cock fucking the life out of me. An orgasm came quickly, and my body jerked in the seat as the pleasure peak saturated my brain.I looked over at Stan, he was concentrating on the road, but one hand was rubbing his crotch as he drove.“Stan, Stan, look at me.”He glanced in my direction for no more than two seconds. I was ready, my lips open and my tongue playing in my open mouth.“Please, darling, you’re distracting me. Please sit up and put your belt on.”I ignored him; it was too nice. My fingers started their dance again and my second cum was almost instant.“OK Stan, I’ll be a good girl now.”Stan’s StoryI drove on, the pressure in my balls almost unbearable, trying to watch the road and my wife simultaneously, hearing her moans and the wet sounds as her fingers flicked over her clit.Somewhere past Puddletown she gasped, her legs pressed tightly together as her orgasm hit. She called to me; I turned for a couple of seconds to see her flicking her tongue at me.I wanted her to stop playing; it was a terrible distraction with nowhere to stop along the roadside. There was another bout of fingering despite my entreaties to sit up, and then she grunted in orgasm again. Finally, she pulled the handle to reset her seat and buckled her belt.“That was very nice, I fantasised Quin was fucking me again.” I glanced at her, vibrant and desirable, my lover.The verdant Dorset countryside rolled by, and my tumescence subsided. As we drove down the last of the A35 at Dorchester I saw the sign to ‘Max Gate’ and remarked to Ginny, we’ll try to visit again before we go home; little did I know how unusual the circumstances would be. We then made the short run down past Broadwey, turned off a roundabout, and found the hotel, a modern inn on a retail park.Once inside we checked in and went up to our room, exactly like every other in the building.  A large double bed, couch, and soft furnishings were all made up in the corporate scheme. I unpacked the laptop, logged on to the wi-fi, and connected to our swinger’s account. There was already a message for us, “We’ve arrived, Graham and Christine xx.”I replied, “We will see you at six in the pub.”We tried to relax, but both of us were wound up. Ginny fretted, “Perhaps this is all a terrible mistake, perhaps we should just go home.”Then after a pause, I said, “You’ll have to think about how you approach intimacy with Christine. All we know is she hasn’t been penetrated for a decade and Graham doesn’t get to arouse her, she works to satisfy his needs, but there’s no reverse.”“Oh Ginny, come and have a cuddle, it’ll be alright.”But she was right, and we had a long talk about my role with Christine. As always Ginny was full of sensible ideas and I started to think my way through the apparent difficulties.So we passed the time, too nervous to feel exhilarated or aroused about our first swinging date.Later we showered and changed into our best sexy underwear, then on the dot of six o’clock left our room and walked across the road to the pub. It was almost empty, so it was easy to find our swinging friends as they stood at the bar looking at the menu.Graham’s story My excitement had been building slowly all day and became like a pressure cooker about to explode. I couldn’t believe it was really happening!I glanced across at Christine in the car next to me, she looked flushed and nervous. She wore a light summer dress and sandals; her bare legs slightly tanned from the last couple of weeks of sunshine in the garden, her hair highlighted by the sun streaming through the window as we travelled on the A35. Every mile brought us closer to our rendezvous with Stan and Ginny at the hotel they had chosen for us to meet.“It’s still not too late to turn around, Chrissie,” I said, “You know we agreed that we both have to feel comfortable with this arrangement.”She hesitated as if considering it and then replied, “I said I’d do it for you Graham, and I’ll go through with it because I know how much you want it; just remember that.”She had that look that precluded any further discussion and knowing her so well I wisely shut up and went over the sequence of events in my head that led us to this point.Dinner – Graham’s StoryAfter the four of us had enjoyed a pleasant dinner and some tasty wine our conversation got around to sex.”Stan tells me that Christine no longer enjoys sex,” Ginny boldly stated.”Yes, since she went through menopause Escort Çeşme she doesn’t have the same feelings as she used to down there,” I replied.”That is such a shame, Stanley and I went through a rocky patch but we changed what we did in bed to find new ways to pleasure each other,” she continued.”What do you mean?” I asked.”Well, perhaps not best talked about in public, it might be easier to show if you two want to watch,” Ginny suggested, giggling.The thought of watching this older attractive couple making love made my cock stiffen in my trousers, but Christine intervened.“I’d prefer Stan showed me in private, I don’t think I’m ready for a mixed session yet. You can go to our room with Ginny and show her your thick weapon.”So that is how we agreed to split. I must admit I was more than ready to play with Ginny as I had a really good boner by this stage.We walked back to the hotel, Stan holding Chrissie’s hand, me following behind Ginny and enjoying the view of her buns moving under her clothes. Up the stairs to our floor; then Stan paused to swipe their room card before holding the door open for Christine to walk through.CHAPTER 3 – AFTER A JOURNEY“I see what you are doing: you are leading me on.”.Christine’s StoryThe door closed behind me, and the click sounded so final, I was alone with a strange man for the first time in decades. Not only alone, but he was also expecting sex with me. Oh God, I was so nervous, my whole body was shaking.I felt his hands on my shoulders, and then he spoke so softly I could hardly hear.“Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me.“The words meant nothing, but the tenderness of his voice gave me a great calmness.“Turn around Christine, turn around and hug me.”So I turned and buried my face against his chest, smelling him, the aroma of a stranger so utterly close. His hands were still on my shoulders, but one hand slid around and started to caress the nape of my neck.It felt good, little tremors of pleasure raced through my brain. The hand widened its path taking in the centre of my upper back. It felt good as well. His other hand started a similar movement outside my top, then slid down to my waist and gently slipped back up underneath the garment, pulling the hem up with his wrist. Both hands wandered around my back, and fingernails gently scraped my flesh as they moved.“I think this top can come off, don’t you?”I nodded, my head rubbing against his shirt.His hands joined together to lift the top over my head, as I moved back I looked up into his eyes before the thin material blocked my sight.“Unbutton my shirt, please, Christine.”I looked down at the line of buttons, then carefully picked each one open. As the gap widened I let my hands drift in to touch and caress his flesh, then pulled the two halves apart to expose his chest.A smattering of white hairs and two wrinkled nipples framed my vision, and then I bent forward and sucked on each in turn, tasting him for the first time.Now totally relaxed, I did not demur when I felt one hand push and slide my bra hooks until the clasp parted and my boobs fell free. His hands drifted to my chest and found my nipples, immediately twirling them gently between his thumb and forefinger.“Let’s undress properly Chrissie, release my belt and undo my trousers.”I fiddled around, found the buckle and the waist button and released both before pulling his zip down. My hand brushed his erection, but I deliberately avoided a second contact.Meanwhile, he had found my skirt’s waistband and unhooked it before sliding the zip down over my buttock and letting the garment drop to the floor.He stepped back, pulled my bra away and looked into my eyes.“Panties and tights; they all need to go.”I took hold of my tights on both sides and pulled them down, gripping my panties as they came into view. Down and down I went, bent over in front, my boobs hanging free like two soft melons.Standing on one leg to free myself, I saw his underpants drop to the floor, followed by a fluttering shirt, as I straightened his erect tool was in full view.“You know not to penetrate me, Stan, please remember ‘cus I don’t want the pain.”He nodded in acknowledgement.“Don’t worry Chrissie, you are safe with me, I promise. Now come and lie on the bed so we can cuddle.”So I lay there, my naked body exposed to a man I had only met a couple of hours ago. My nervousness returned, and qualms resurfaced, even after he lay beside me and started to lick my nipples. His head lifted and he shifted until his face hovered over mine.“Kiss me, Chrissie.”I lifted my head and touched lips together, then surprising myself, I probed through his lips with my tongue. He pressed down on me. My head pushed back into the pillow as our kiss lengthened, gentle little tongue flicks deepening our connection.Stan broke the kiss, shuffled down a bit, and then started to kiss and lick my nipples while his hands and fingers kneaded the flesh of my boobs. I can’t remember when Graham had last been so attentive to my body, I served his needs over the years, and that was it.“Now I want to go where no man has been for many a year.”“Please be gentle; I’m scared.”He rolled away, fiddled around and on turning back I saw something on his index finger.

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