Cindy and I were swingers, so it’s obvious that she was a wife who fucked other men.
But that’s not what this is about
I had fucked their wives too.
I know, that makes no sense.
And if they didn’t have wives or girlfriends, she had fucked those other men in a party atmosphere that was impersonal. Names might not even be exchanged. Often her first contact with the guy was when his cock started entering her mouth, her pussy or even her ass. If words were exchanged, it might only be after cum had spewed into or onto her and usually both.
Each might say: “Thanks” at best.
She did tell me it wasn’t necessary to thank the guy if you had a mouthful of his cum.
Makes sense.
Cindy often ended those “relationships” with a mouthful of cum. In fact, even after Cindy swallowed that mouthful, wiped off more cum which was sprinkled all over her body and face like salad dressing, on her chin, her neck and even her tits, finally licking her fingers off, she was not the one to say “Thank you” He would.
Ok, again, makes sense.
She might say: “You’re welcome” as she gave the head of his cock one last lick, often more than one lick and a kiss, or two. In fact she would more than likely rewrap her lips around the slowly deflating cock, and slowly suck it clean and dry. She told me she hated a wet cock with cum on it flayling about,. I think she just liked to suck on cock. She said: “You’re welcome.” a lot
Outside the party bedrooms, like the living room or kitchen prior to or between fucks and blowjobs, the social interaction might be a bit more extensive and personal, but still doesn’t qualify under the banner of:
Wives Who Fuck Other Men.
Eyes met eyes, smiles were exchanged. Each might say “Hi” or “Hey”. Clothing, few at most and cocks, pussies and tits clearly visible and accessible to hands. Cindy would wear a light see thru wrap around her waist or her shoulders at most. They are sometimes called cover ups, though Cindy made sure they covered up very little, if anything. If the cover up was around her waist, she would knot it in front so that her pussy was in no way hidden. Cindy went through a lot of trouble to neatly shave and trim her pussy area, so hiding it for the sake of modesty made no sense to her, especially in front of a guy whose excited and erect cock was soon to slip past those protruding, and inviting lips. The more excited those pussy lips of hers were, the more they had been fucked and or played with with fingers and tongues, the puffier and redder they got. She wasn’t about to hide those lips. In fact she made sure her pussy and those puffy red lips were very visible. And, if she had recently been fucked, those lips, in addition to being puffy, would glisten with the mixture of sweat, her own cunt juices, saliva from tongues and the remnants of ejaculations.
It wasn’t long before a finger slipped into the wetness between Cindy’s pussy lips, and if lucky her clit was found and rubbed. I could tell when Cindy’s clit had been touched. There was a soft smile, a slight closing of the eyes, the arms tensed, she would widen her stance and go on tippy toes to allow and encourage better and continued contact with the area between her labia. It was a beautiful thing to watch. Cindy would encourage his cock by caresses or strokes, she might even dip down to give a quick kiss or lick. Perhaps it wasn’t all that quick either. Cindy’s nipples were extremely sensitive and when aroused, they were hard and stuck out. In an environment such as this, they were almost always aroused. There might be a touch, a rub, sometimes even a kiss or lick there too. Cindy liked that. No words might be exchanged other than one saying to the other: “That feels good” or: “Dont stop”. There might be a smile and an: “hmmmmm”.
Finally, a smile, a nod of the head in the direction of the playrooms, a gentle touch to the elbow as if to say: “follow me”. I loved to watch the part where Cindy’s elbow was touched. Cindy responded immediately, knew where she was headed and would often lead the way, at times playfully pulling him along by his cock. I would watch them disappear down a corridor or up the stairs. She knew I would be watching, so she made sure she gave me a final smile, a little wink or a wave or even blew me a kiss right before she disappeared and blew his cock. One house had an open metal circular stairway leading up to a play area, and as Cindy went up followed by her latest conquest to be, I could clearly see the wetness of her pussy. She saw me looking, she smiled. He saw me look. He smiled. It turned him on knowing that that wetness as well as her deep red glossy lips were reserved for his cock at that moment, even if part of that shiny wetness was from someone else’s cum.
Still, with all that, it wasn’t quite the same as:
“Wives Who Fuck Other Men”.
Wow, not the same?
Every once in a while, a party fuckbuddy might have a rain check for a fuck or a blowjob missed or not completed and an opportunity came to cash in the check.
That too is not covered under:
“Wives Who Fuck Other Men”
Amazing huh?
I remember one time Cindy said she was taking off to go get some cheese and crackers prior to a party we were hosting and : “Oh by the way, I’m stopping at Jim’s for a few minutes, I owe him a blow job.”
“What?” I said perplexed. “I thought you did him at the last party.”
In reality I should have guessed. Her longish blond hair had been pulled back, because she hated cum in her hair, her lipstick was that glossy deep red cherry stuff. She wore a top that came off quickly as she preferred the errant stream of cum to spray onto her tits rather than a clean top. I dont think she was wearing a bra. I guess that when sucking a guy’s cock, modestly covering your tits is unnecessary. It was a combination that said that a blowjob was in the offing.
“Not really” she said. “I had gotten him all excited with stories of swallowing and all that. But, he was exhausted by the time we hooked up, so he didn’t get anywhere, so I gave him a rain check.”
“Aren’t they coming tonight?”
“Yup”
“And he cant wait?”
“Nope”
“I guess he has two rain checks, one to finish the fuck, the other for the blowjob”
“Sorta”
“Or three if he also wants to fuck you in the ass. Right?”
“Yup, and he does, and that’s tonight.”
“Does he know you are coming over to suck his cock?” I asked, because I really didn’t know what else to say.
I heard a: “Yup”, the instant before I heard the door close.
I had wanted to ask her how many other rain checks she had out there, but, I knew her answer.
She would just say: “a few”
A few to Cindy could mean many things. It could mean a few, but that wasn’t likely. It could mean: “I dont keep count”, and it could mean: “A lot more than I want to tell you right now”, and that’s usually what it meant. When it came to doing things with cocks, a few of anything was highly unlikely.
Cindy had a spectacular evening of rain check fucking one night and I wrote another story on it. Still, I had fucked his wife, and we had partied together so it was not the same as “Wives who fuck other men.” Even though during that rain check fuck and suck, other players came along and added their cum to the mix of Cindy’s saliva, deep red cherry lipstick and the wetness of her own pussy. She had gone off by herself that night and come home with dry or drying sticky cum from around her mouth all the way down to her inner thighs. I had added my load to the mix before she finally showered.
“Wives who fuck other men” wasn’t about a secret liason, or an emotional love affair. It was about a fuck. Ok, maybe there was a blow job too, and maybe more than one fuck.
“Wives who fuck other men” was a clear and distinct sexual sport. The wives would meet and fuck another man or other men not part of their swinging world, men they had never met before and would likely never meet again. Often neither the men nor the women were even swingers. Although many were single guys, many of the men were married guys from out of town, on a business trip with nothing to do in the evening than hang around a hotel bar and hope to get lucky. The cute ones at nice hotels usually did for free.
The woman would sit at the bar, alone, wearing her little black dress and little or nothing else. The dress would be very very short, There is nothing like a beautiful set of legs, bared up to the part where the curvature of the ass starts. Cindy had mastered that allure by crossing her legs, gaining another two inches of bare skin. Many women at that point, nervously and continuously tug their skirts down, self conscious about what they might show. Cindy never did that, she knew exactly what she was showing and even at times rewarded the committed voyeur with a pantiless view. The husband, if present, might be at a table by himself, having a few drinks. No one would notice him. Soon the man or two might approach the woman, chat her up, buy her a drink or pay for the one she had and ask her up to their room. The conversation would not last long. Her dress, her tits nearly popping out, or visible when bending over, and she might often need to bend over a bit, or the barely there and sometimes not there at all panties, all said:
“Yes! I’ll go to your room. Yes! I will fuck you. Yes I will suck your cock.” Still, there was some conversation first, a few pleasantries and compliments. There was more an element of seduction to it.
Some time later, the lady returned to the bar or back to her husband in the bar. Her husband, if there, would buy her another drink as she would reapply the lipstick lost on the side of a cock, and tell him all that happened, as if there was much surprise. Still, husbands enjoy the graphic, detailed, vulgar words the beautifully dressed wife uses to describe what she has just done with the cock of the gentleman she had only recently met. I never tired of Cindy’s graphic storytelling of playing with, sucking on, or fucking a guy. She had a sensual way of saying: “his cock”. If the husband wasn’t there, she might have another drink, perhaps even stick around for round two. Other men at the bar would have seen her come, leave for a while, come back. They were smart men. They were horny. She would not have showered or cleaned up much, if at all, maybe only a quick brush of her hair, or a quick brush of powder on her cheeks, and a light spritz of perfume. The “just fucked” look had it’s own special style and included cum still oozing down her legs or dried on her face, tits, belly or hair, sometimes all or most of the above. The smell of cum and pussy juices would be there too. At some point, she would go home to her husband, who knew where she was and what she had been up to in general. Soon, she would fill in the details in graphic style. Each spurt of cum flying into her mouth or onto or into her body had its own special story. With the arrival of the digital age, she most likely had pictures or video.
Now with the net , there might be the equivalent of a hundred men at the bar. You would have pictures of their cocks, and know something about them. The women did the choosing. Still, something was lost. Email seduction did not carry the same feeling.
Cindy told me she wanted to try this. I had at various times objected to some things she had in mind regarding the use of her pussy or her mouth, lips and tongue on a cock. All of my objections had gone nowhere and I knew this one would suffer the same fate. So instead, I asked her about her plans, and as she started relating her fantasies and visions. I got an erection, stripped her clothes off and fucked her as she was still engaged in telling her story. Her pussy had been very wet so I knew she was very excited about this new adventure.
Cindy later admitted that she had accompanied a friend or two to a hotel bar with their husbands, when I was out of town. I wondered if she just stayed around the bar as the “friend”, or went upstairs or perhaps babysat hubby. She knew I wondered about that too, so she finally did tell me that she accompanied one or another of her friend upstairs a “few” times. “A few”, was Cindy’s way of saying: “I am not telling because it may have been more than what you would consider “a few”“.
I suspected that.
“So, did you reaccompany hubby and friend back to their house after the encounter at the hotel?”
“A few times”, she said, smiling.
There was a separate “group” within our favorite web site called: “Women Who Fuck Other Men” and while other groups such as: “Wives who love Big Black Cock” might have a few hundred members, “Women who fuck other men” had thousands and almost as many women as men who presumably wanted to do the fucking.
Cindy adjusted her profile to indicate her desire to participate. She even had a few rules, meetings would be at a really nice hotel only and Cindy said she preferred two or three men. They would pay for all of it, of course. She wanted pictures and “specs” of the guys, and cock pictures alone were not enough before they met. She would allow picture taking, when she was fucking them with her camera/videocam only, and yes they could get copies of a lot of it. I looked forward to the editing.
It wasn’t long until her email box was full of offers.
One guy in particular, Bob, visited our area on business fairly often, seemed cute, according to Cindy, had a nice cock, also according to Cindy, and was willing to join with an extra couple of guys. He stayed at aluxury hotel not far away. It didn’t take long for Cindy to select the other two and give a few runner ups a rain check. Those famous rain checks. Nor did it take long to set up the evening encounter.
In keeping with the rules of the sport, Cindy really didn’t say much, the night she got ready to go. The stories and show and tell were for later when she returned, hair tussled, make up a tad smeared, smelling of cum and stale cologne. So I sat in a wing back chair in our bedroom watching Cindy as she prepared herself. I have written a lot of stories that relate how and with what care Cindy got ready to go out and get fucked. The pussy trimming, the cleaning, the long shower, the selection of the skimpiest and sexiest of underwear, choosing one of many tight, short, revealing little black dresses, all were meticulously carried out. A little scented powder here, a hint of perfume there, her medium length blond hair was pulled back, which as I have mentioned before, indicated that she expected at least one cock to spray his cum in and around her mouth and that she didn’t like cum in her hair. The dark red cherry glossy lipstick was carefully applied and after that she would not kiss me. The next time those lips would touch skin it would be the skin of an erect cock. Not my erect cock.
Her purse was tiny and other than more dark cherry glossy lipstick, and some lubricant for making the opening to her ass a little shinier, tinglier to the touch and easier to enter (so she said). I’m not sure there was anything else. Perhaps she had a little spritzer of perfume, a lttle touch around her neck, one near but not too close to her pussy and the slightest hint around her tits She didn’t wear a lot of make up. She told me that her eyeliner and mascara were waterproof so they didn’t run if an errant stream of cum hit her eye. Oh, she had the camera too. I had made sure it was fully charged and she she wouldn’t forget it.
She had preferred to go alone, without me there at the bar. I’m not sure we said much as she left. I looked at the clock, it was close to nine. As time went on, I looked at that clock more than a few times. I had visuals dancing in my head. I had a few drinks. It was well after midnight before I noticed the lights of her car turning into the driveway.
What was the big deal? I had seen her tease and play and touched and fondled many times. I had seen her naked, easing cocks into her pussy, her ass, her mouth and even all three at the same time. I had seen cum erupt into all of those places and dribble out slowly, or splatter on her face, her neck, her tits, her belly and or especially on the little mound with the thin wedge of curly but short well trimmed hair below her belly and just before her pussy lips started. I had seen her do that to far more than three guys in one evening. I heard her stories from before we were married that detailed her intimate relations with many cocks and the cum that erupted from them. So why was this different? I don’t really know. She knew it was different too. That’s why she wanted to do it. If she just wanted to get fucked, we could have gone to a party, or an on site club, or she could have called on one of her regular fuck buddies, or cashed in a rain check. She had a few of those, so she said.
But there she was, back home, smiling, giggling, her hair a little messier than it had been, no longer pulled back, the cherry lipstick not applied with quite the same precision as when she left. She feigned exhaustion and sat in a chair. I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. She noticed that I noticed.
“They’re in the car”, she said laughing, “along with my bra”. “I didn’t see the point of putting them on.” she added.
“I am not sure I saw the point of you wearing them over there in the first place”, I said.
“I had taken the bra off before I got there, the panties stayed on for modesty”, she said followed by more laughter, and then she asked me for a glass of wine.
“Pinot Grigio” I asked, grinning, knowing it was her favorite wine to take away the taste of cum from her mouth.
“Yes, please, I might need two”. Again she laughed.
As I handed her the glass I asked: “So is this the part where you tell me all about it, in detail?”
“Yup, tell me what you want to know”
“Well, I think I know the basics, three cocks, all at some point went into your mouth, your pussy and perhaps one or two in your ass. They came in one or more or all of those places.”
“Basically, yup, although they got me there orally as well”
“Oh good… so how did it start?”
” All three guys were already there in the bar when I arrived, in a booth with a circular couch. They invited me to sit between two of them, they got me a drink.”
“There were a few minutes of simple social chat, some soft rock music was playing, the lights were few and dimmed.”
“They seemed nice, friendly, I felt at ease. There really wasn’t that much to say, I had seen pictures of them naked. They had seen the pictures on our profile, one, which you hadn’t told me about, has me with a cock in my mouth, clearly not your cock either. Another has me sitting on a large cock mostly buried somewhere up in me, and another with cum all over my tits so there wasn’t that much mystery. “
“Then the guy to my left put his hand on my knee and started to rub it… That was pretty funny actually, but his hand started moving up, slowly moving up to my pussy. I parted my legs a little more. He got there. He did confirm to the other guys that my pussy was wet. The guy on my right took his cue and started fondling my tits, over my dress. He tried to be subtle so other bar patrons didn’t notice. I dont think it worked. It seemed like eighth grade all over again.”
“Next time I’m going to wear a skirt and a loose top”, she continued, “so a guy can put his hand up my top and play with my tits without being so obvious to the public.”
“Next time?”
She didn’t respond to my question.
“After a few minutes, Bob got up, and decided we all needed to go upstairs.”
“It was a nice room, a suite actually. There was wine in an ice cooler, low light, very nice. We stood around a turned down king sized bed. They all helped me undress and I helped them. My dress fell down to the floor, I kicked it aside, and three guys removed my panties and started fondling my pussy in the process. One finger was playing with my clit, another from behind entered my vagina. I was wet. Two hands were playing with my nipples.”
“Someone asked about the camera, I got it.”
“Bob lay down on the bed on his back, I got between his legs and grabbed his cock which was still only partially erect and worked the head with my lips and tongue. It wasn’t partially erect for very long.” She laughed after saying that.
“I felt another guy entering me from behind.”
“Where’s the cam/vid cam? Did you take pictures?”
“I got it and yes they took turns taking pictures. Do you want me to play it on the big TV?”
“Yup” I said, getting myself a drink, scotch, double, no water and returning to the living room in time to see a video of a large erect cock on a 55 inch screen slide between Cindy’s beautiful dark red cherry lips. A voice was saying: “Open your eyes, look into the camera, flick your tongue over the head, stay there until he cums in your mouth.” He was an experienced cameraman. I could see her ass up in the air in the background and the other guy pounding away.
“Was that other guy fucking you in the ass or in your cunt?. I asked.
“I dont remember actually” She responded.
I knew that meant he was fucking her ass. She knew I wasn’t big into anal and she was just growing in her appreciation of it.
Then I saw her on the video remove Bob’s cock from her mouth and say:” No, I want this cock to cum in my cunt, I will let you cum in my mouth and you can video that too”.
He said: “Ok” and did exactly that.
Bob’s was clearly the biggest of the three cocks, and big cocks were the private reserve of her pussy. Lesser cocks were there to be sucked on, licked, stroked by hand and usually all three. Others were increasingly being welcomed in her ass.
“Take some shots of his cock in my pussy.” She said in the video.
He did.
“Take some shots of him cuming in me or on me, whatever he does” I heard her say.
“My husband will like that.”
Yes I would, I thought, so did the cameraman, so he did as asked.
We didnt say much until the video had run it’s course in about ten minutes. She had moved to sit next to me, she had started playing with my cock. I counted three or four ejaculations, on video that is. Although they all took turns with the camera, the main cameraman had caught the glittering drops of cum on her skin in the low soft light of a nearby low wattage lamp. This guy was good, and loved his work. The cameraman spurting cum into Cindy’s mouth took most of the last minute. Actually his ejaculation didn’t take that long, it was Cindy taking her time to lick off the last few drops off his cock, her wiping the errant drops and spurts off her cheeks and chin and corners of her mouth and licking them off her fingers. She looked into the camera lens and played to it, knowing full well how I was going to enjoy that, and knowing that I would play that video while masturbating myself furiously for a long time to come. That minute where the cameraman comes in her mouth would not end up in the edited copy I would sent those guys. She didn’t like pictures of her full face with a cock or cum in her mouth for the public to see, even for the guy who’s cock and cum it was. But, I suspected those three guys had already zip drived the full uncut edition. And, I suspected that for some time to cum, they too would be masterbating to those scenes, as would their friends, and their friends.
I laughingly asked about what happened during the rest of the three hours.
“Well, our little adventure didn’t take much more than an hour.”
“Ok.” I said knowing that an interesting story was to follow.
“I went back to the bar and decided to have a drink, by myself. I had dropped off my panties in the car. It was time to do my special sitting at the bar with a very short skirt and no panties routine.”
“Ok.” I said again, having some idea where this was going.
“Was your hair still pulled back at that time”, I asked, fishing for visuals
“Nope, down like this.”
“This guy sits beside me, he’s nice. He tells me how he noticed me coming into the bar, and sit with the three guys. He told me that he noticed them fondling me and had some idea about what was going on below table level. He saw me leave with them and suspected that we weren’t heading to the dining room. And now I was back.”
“He asked me if I did that for fun… I guess it was his way of making sure I wasn’t a prostitute.”
“I told him I did it for fun”
“He told me that based on the way I was sitting, probably without panties, he thought I was in the mood for a little more fun”
“I told him I was”
“Did you pull your hair back again?” I asked.
“Nope, as long as I got my O, I didn’t care where his cum went at that point”
“So, you got it, I take it.”
“Yup, why?” she questioned.
“Your hair,… that’s not gel is it?”
She laughed: “No, probably not”.
Cindy and I talked a little more, she let go of my cock, we finished our drinks, we went into our bedroom, I took off her dress. There seemed to be places where the clingy material has stuck onto her skin. The lips of her pussy were almost sealed shut with dry cum mixed with her own juices, and some was still oozing out. There was dried and drying cum all over her, so it didn’t take long for me to add a load to what I could feel was still inside her, and as my balls slapped against her ass, I could feel that more than just lubricating jelly was down there as well.
She spoke: “I want to do that again”
“What, me fuck you? you want me to do it again? Now?”, knowing full well she didn’t mean that.
She giggled and said: “Yeah that too.”
I said “OK”
She smiled and said: “Thanks.”
I wondered, thanks for the fuck? Thanks for tonight’s little adventure? Or, thanks for okaying the next little adventure?
I knew it was about the next little adventure and that it would happen soon. She had been subtle about mentioning: “Next time.”
As I drifted off to sleep, she turned off the lights, went into the next room, the little office with the computer, I could see the glow of the screen and hear the tipety tap of the keyboard. She was already at work at finding other men who would fuck a wife. It wasn’t going to be hard work.