Our Swinging Days #1
Our Swinging Days #01 by VirginiaS
I have posted this on a website I frequent, but I wanted to share this with you
guys as there are more people on here who might be reading it.
This is really how it all happened when we were still living up in Michigan.
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This was pretty close as to how my husband and I started into this stuff.
We had some marital problems, that came close to causing a divorce, so we
started talking a little bit more openly about where our mairrage was going. I
think we both could see that it was in trouble, and that we were losing the
feelings we once had for each other.
I forget exactly how we got to talking about bringing someone else into our
life, but we both agreed that our sexual needs were changing, and that something
had to be added to spice it back up.
My husband worked with a black guy, and they were pretty good friends. Anyways,
we ended up going out with them several times. And over the course of a month or
so, we would go out for dinner, and then dancing.
I caught my husband more than once looking at her, with that look ( if you know
what i mean ).
I must have danced with my husbands friend many times, before it turned to
something more than just a friendly dance.
On one of those nights that we were out nightclubbing, i danced with him, and my
husband was dancing with his wife. When all of us came back to the table after
the dance was over, I could tell that my husband had a different look about him.
He was a little flushed, and when I asked him what was going on, he told me that
she had played with his butt, out on the dance floor, and had manuverd his leg
inbetween hers. He told me he got very hard, and that she was smiling at him
while all this was going on.
That night when we got home, is when we started seriously talking about bringing
someone else into our sex life. We both agreed that it would be better that it
would be them, rather than some strange couple, who we knew nothing about. Them
being black, had nothing to do with them coming into our sex life. It was just
kind of natural.
My husband ended up talking to him at work, and the next time we went out, I got
smashed out of my skull ( cause I was so damn nervious ). So after a whole bunch
of 7 & 7's, I thought nothing of it, when he started kissing my cheek while we
danced. I could feel his manhood pressing against me, and I could tell he was
very arroused.
I will tell you, that when your in your early 40's, and another man gets aroused
that way, you take it as a compliment.
When we got back to the table, my husband was sitting pretty close to the guys
wife.....
Shit, rather than go back and rewrite this, i might as well tell you who is who.
My husband's name is Tom, and our black friends are Caroline and Jules.
As I was saying, Tom was sitting close to Caroline and they were giggling about
something. So I said fuck it, and two could play that game. I started hanging on
every word that Jules was saying, and pretty soon realized that this guy was not
only good looking, but was a gentleman, and had a nice demeanor.
As the evening wore on, we danced a lot more ( Jules and me ), and it must have
been around 1 in the morning when we decided to go home. Jules invited us over
to his house for another drink, and Tom jumped at the idea.
Jules put on some slow music, and more 7 & 7's ( I swear, someone was out to get
me drunk ). Jules and I would dance, and then come back to sit and have a drink,
while Caroline and Tom would dance. The mood was there, and there was no
mistaking where this was going.
When Jules reached out and put his hand behind my head, and drew me closer for a
kiss, there was no hesitation. It was just like it was meant to be, I guess. It
was nothing wild. No tongue or anything like that. Just a nice slow kiss. When
we parted, I saw that Caroline and Tom were kissing, so the deal was sealed.
Jules kissed me again, and when I looked up, Caroline and Tom were gone. That's
when I knew there would be no turning back. I guess we ended up in the spare
bedroom, and I was made love to by a black man.
I will say this, it's one thing to make love with someone other than your
husband, but..... if he is also black, it can blow your mind ( it certainly blew
mine ).
He was better endowed than Tom. Jules, I guess is around 9 inches, and fairly
fat. So it took me awhile to get comfortable with him. He was the perfect
gentleman, and used a condom. And I think I had about the best sex i've had, in
a long long time.
We ended up going home around 3 in the morning. I slept with Tom holding me
tightly, but we did not have any sex. I think we were both pretty much wore out.
more to follow....
I have posted this on a website I frequent, but I wanted to share this with you
guys as there are more people on here who might be reading it.
This is really how it all happened when we were still living up in Michigan.
******************************************
This was pretty close as to how my husband and I started into this stuff.
We had some marital problems, that came close to causing a divorce, so we
started talking a little bit more openly about where our mairrage was going. I
think we both could see that it was in trouble, and that we were losing the
feelings we once had for each other.
I forget exactly how we got to talking about bringing someone else into our
life, but we both agreed that our sexual needs were changing, and that something
had to be added to spice it back up.
My husband worked with a black guy, and they were pretty good friends. Anyways,
we ended up going out with them several times. And over the course of a month or
so, we would go out for dinner, and then dancing.
I caught my husband more than once looking at her, with that look ( if you know
what i mean ).
I must have danced with my husbands friend many times, before it turned to
something more than just a friendly dance.
On one of those nights that we were out nightclubbing, i danced with him, and my
husband was dancing with his wife. When all of us came back to the table after
the dance was over, I could tell that my husband had a different look about him.
He was a little flushed, and when I asked him what was going on, he told me that
she had played with his butt, out on the dance floor, and had manuverd his leg
inbetween hers. He told me he got very hard, and that she was smiling at him
while all this was going on.
That night when we got home, is when we started seriously talking about bringing
someone else into our sex life. We both agreed that it would be better that it
would be them, rather than some strange couple, who we knew nothing about. Them
being black, had nothing to do with them coming into our sex life. It was just
kind of natural.
My husband ended up talking to him at work, and the next time we went out, I got
smashed out of my skull ( cause I was so damn nervious ). So after a whole bunch
of 7 & 7's, I thought nothing of it, when he started kissing my cheek while we
danced. I could feel his manhood pressing against me, and I could tell he was
very arroused.
I will tell you, that when your in your early 40's, and another man gets aroused
that way, you take it as a compliment.
When we got back to the table, my husband was sitting pretty close to the guys
wife.....
Shit, rather than go back and rewrite this, i might as well tell you who is who.
My husband's name is Tom, and our black friends are Caroline and Jules.
As I was saying, Tom was sitting close to Caroline and they were giggling about
something. So I said fuck it, and two could play that game. I started hanging on
every word that Jules was saying, and pretty soon realized that this guy was not
only good looking, but was a gentleman, and had a nice demeanor.
As the evening wore on, we danced a lot more ( Jules and me ), and it must have
been around 1 in the morning when we decided to go home. Jules invited us over
to his house for another drink, and Tom jumped at the idea.
Jules put on some slow music, and more 7 & 7's ( I swear, someone was out to get
me drunk ). Jules and I would dance, and then come back to sit and have a drink,
while Caroline and Tom would dance. The mood was there, and there was no
mistaking where this was going.
When Jules reached out and put his hand behind my head, and drew me closer for a
kiss, there was no hesitation. It was just like it was meant to be, I guess. It
was nothing wild. No tongue or anything like that. Just a nice slow kiss. When
we parted, I saw that Caroline and Tom were kissing, so the deal was sealed.
Jules kissed me again, and when I looked up, Caroline and Tom were gone. That's
when I knew there would be no turning back. I guess we ended up in the spare
bedroom, and I was made love to by a black man.
I will say this, it's one thing to make love with someone other than your
husband, but..... if he is also black, it can blow your mind ( it certainly blew
mine ).
He was better endowed than Tom. Jules, I guess is around 9 inches, and fairly
fat. So it took me awhile to get comfortable with him. He was the perfect
gentleman, and used a condom. And I think I had about the best sex i've had, in
a long long time.
We ended up going home around 3 in the morning. I slept with Tom holding me
tightly, but we did not have any sex. I think we were both pretty much wore out.
more to follow....
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