by Nicci Greene
We sat there for a short while like that as he held my hand and we kissed before I pulled back and said, ‘Do you want me to take my bra off?’ ‘Oh no’, he said shaking his head, ‘I like it’ and then his kissing became more passionate.
He was an amazing kisser, soft, gentle and very sensual and I could’ve kissed him like that for ages as he continued to stroke my arm, shoulders, neck and face. Eventually he stopped and asked me to remove my skirt but to leave my stockings and shoes on. He was such a gentleman and the way he asked I could do nothing but say yes. I did as he obliged and then I lay on the bed and watched as he de-robed.
I can only describe him as an ugly man with an ugly body. Nothing was as it should be. He had no hair on his head but an abundance of it between his legs. His penis was tiny, the smallest I had ever seen and his belly sat out in front of him, as if he was carrying a flesh coloured beach ball around with him. His arms were short and he had stubby, fat fingers. Above the beach-ball sat a pair of man boobs that would rival any you would see in a newspaper. His face too was round and he had no hair on his head apart from his eyebrows. He was nothing like the men I had been dreaming about all week as I sat in work waiting for the weekend.
We lay beside one another, him naked and me with my underwear on, including my hold-ups and shoes! It was, however, a very special time we shared together on that bed, as we kissed and stroked each others bodies. His kissing got even better and his compliments kept flowing making me feel nicer and more proud than ever before. I loved it, that time we were sharing and it made me want him. It made me see past his looks and flab and into his soul which was perfectly formed.
I took his tiny penis in my hand and his hands found their way inside my pants. He stopped kissing my lips as he moved his head down, kissing my neck then all the way down to my stomach. He kissed my pants and then removed them, carefully slipping them off past my shoes. He came back to me kissing my legs and feeling the stockings in his hands before returning to his position beside me. I left my bra on but removed my pearls as they were digging into my neck.
He told me he loved watching my hand with its pink fingernails feeling him and we lay there while I stoked him and he watched. I was filled with a serene peace as we lay there aside one another touching and feeling each others bodies. He then slowly moved his hand down until it was between my legs. I lay still as he fingered me and rubbed me, stopping occasionally to kiss me and to watch my hands on him. His fingers then found the top of my clitoris and rubbed hard sending pleasure throughout my soul. I couldn’t hold back and I wanted him in me.
I tried pulling him onto me but he shoved his leg between mine sliding it up between my legs until it met his hand and shoved it harder into that spot on my clit. That was it; I had to have him there and then so I just said it, ‘Fuck me’. His leg slid again banging his hand once more against me and he shoved his thumb inside. ‘Fuck me, please!’ He smiled and climbed on top before resting his penis on that very spot, teasing me as he held himself up with his arms.
I never wanted sex as much as I did right then. I looked into his eyes, ‘Fuck me’ I bit my bottom lip as I felt him throb against me. He reached down with his right hand taking his weight on his left and took hold of his tiny shaft. I was sure he was going to guide it in slowly but instead he slid his knob up and down, parting my lips which were now salivating with moisture. My back arched as his tip reached mine and once again he rubbed that spot! I pushed my pelvis up towards him, ‘Please’ I said, ‘I want you inside me’ but before I finished he was inside and my body fell back taking his heavy weight and feeling his tiny penis as it sent an electric shock through my body before he pulled out.
I was taken aback but I knew by his facial expression he would return. Sure enough another shock entered me, followed by yet another bolt then once again he was out. He was not blessed by size, or looks, nor was he fit but this man was a demon in bed, possessed by the sexiest, most romantic and somewhat dangerous devil of all. One who could direct a lightening bolt from the sky and into a woman’s body then again, WOW, another bolt, this time sending shock waves in tiny ripples all over my skin. Then it settled as he writhed about inside and I lay there, hands above my head taking it all in.
Suddenly, out of the blue and whilst inside he started talking, ‘I wanted you so bad’. ‘You are amazing; I wanna touch you again, everywhere’. His words were like the opposite of his demonic side as if they came from heaven itself. I couldn’t help but smile as my body joined his in a gentle rhythm and he lay beside me, touching me but still inside me. He felt the underside of my arms and it tickled, he felt my hands and it was sensual. He slid his fingertips all over my body and I loved it.
His heavenly touch was simply divine and he continued to deliver the compliments, in between sweet tender kisses, like an angel, as he said and did everything right.
‘Can I see your nipples?’ he eventually said and without a word in reply I pulled down my bra on one side to expose my breast to him. He leaned over and kissed my nipple. He didn’t suck it but flicked his tongue back and forth across it and the wild passion that began our session slowly made its return.
He was still inside me when his fingers slid down past my belly button and settled once again on that spot. It drove me wild as he rubbed at it, bucked into me and flicked my nipple with his tongue.
He then kissed me and for the first time our kissing became snogging and then frantic licking as he rubbed me harder down below. Then in a flash the angel shot back to heaven and the demonic possession once again took hold. He pulled out and moved me onto my front and then slid in from behind.
He bucked into me from behind sending another bolt in, then another, followed by another, building up speed and power. I lifted my bum upwards towards him and to get his tiny penis in deeper and then without warning, SLAP!
His hand smacked my backside. Then again, SLAP! The bolts kept shooting into me with a force that pushed my face deep into the pillow. I was screaming in ecstasy as each bolt struck, my sound muffled by the pillow but the slaps sent my body intro convulsions and my mind racing. My screaming became louder and then more controlled until I began shouting, ‘Oh Yeah’, then a pause, then, ‘Oh Yeah’ then I continued, ‘Oh yeah’, ‘Oh Yeah’, ‘Oh Yeah’, ‘Oh Yeah’ and I couldn’t stop.
I lifted my head to get air in and the sound out. My shouting became much louder and faster, ‘Oh Yea, Oh Yea, Oh Yea, Oh Yea, OH YEA!’ until I was consumed by a magnificent orgasm.
It was then as if his demon was transferred into my body and I turned on him throwing him down and jumping on top. I bounced up and down on him and pulled my bra down completely before grabbing his hands and holding them tight against my boobs. I squeezed his hands making him feel and grope me, holding his hands tightly in mine, until we came together and I collapsed in a heap beside him.
Perhaps that demon is still inside me? I don’t know but I did learn one valuable lesson that night, never judge a book by its cover.
Chapter Nine – It Didn’t Always Work Out
My husband and I didn’t really like the swinging scene, despite my one great experience and as I said before there were usually too many wrinklies. We didn’t like the fact that there was no choice of who you might end up going to bed with so we decided to have our own parties. We searched for like minded couples on the internet, sometimes going to their houses and sometimes with them coming to ours. It was good fun and when both of us got on with our new partners we would spend the night with them leaving after, or sometimes before breakfast the next day and never seeing them again.
It didn’t always work out though as I remember one evening when we had a couple round for dinner and drinks to our house. We had been chatting with them on the internet and had seen pictures of them and they seemed nice. When they arrived, however, they were easily ten years older than the pictures and I couldn’t warm to the guy at all. My husband seemed to be getting on ok with his wife so I didn’t say anything.
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was wearing soft black leggings and a black satin top. I knew they were soft when I bought them and nice to touch and my husband confirmed this when he felt my bum before our guests arrived. The top was just long enough to cover my backside so I didn’t need to wear a skirt and I had on a nice black bra which lifted my boobs. I had been out earlier and had got my nails French Polished for the evening and a blow dry at the hair dressers so I knew I was looking good but I just didn’t feel good.
I wasn’t feeling horny at all and as I sat on one side of the table with my guy my husband sat opposite and beside his lady for the evening. I longed to be beside my husband as his banter seemed more enjoyable. My guy was boring, not my type at all and I just wasn’t feeling attracted to him. He kept grabbing my leg under the table. I don’t know why he seemed to be hiding it but each time I sat down he would pat me on top of my thigh under the table. The softness of my leggings must have got to him because at one point he just kept his hand there making it difficult for him to eat. During the meal I could feel his hand on me, his fingers inching slowly under my leg until he began sliding his hand back and forth towards my knee but never too far away from it.
At one point he seemed to grab at my leg as if the tension was building inside him, grabbing my thigh tightly in his grasp. Every-time I got up he followed me in and out of the kitchen. Not content with my leg he kept also grabbing my ass and feeling me up from behind. At one point I could feel his hands sliding up and down the backs of my legs before he left to return to the table and sit down ahead of me. He became less shy about his groping as I served the coffee standing next to him. He slid his hand from the back of my knee up my leg grabbing and groping my ass in front of our partners. I smiled lightly towards my husband as his finger tips reached around almost touching my vagina.
When the meal was over I headed to our bar to get a another drink and as I left the room I saw my husband ,with his partner, on the sofa looking at each other, holding hands and playing with each others fingers. He seemed to be enjoying himself but before long my stalker was once again behind me. This time though, fuelled by the brandy he was drinking, he sank his hands inside my leggings at the back so he was holding my bare cheeks in his hands. I thought to myself, I’m going to have to put a stop to this, no way am I going to have sex with this man! but I also wasn’t going to spoil the evening.
I yanked his hands out and led him by the hands into another smaller sitting room of ours at the front of the house. We hadn’t used it in a while and it was a little cold. No light was on but the blinds were open and the room was lit only by the moonlight coming through the blinds.
I asked him to sit on the sofa and I sat next to him. I tugged at his trousers and asked him to remove them. I did the same to his boxers saying, ‘These too’. As he removed them he slid back into the sofa almost lying down with his semi-erect penis pointing upwards and resting on his small pot belly.
I raised my hand and slowly moved it towards him using my knuckles and the back of my hand I stroked his side and down to the top of his leg close to his penis but without touching it and then finally spreading out my fingers into the hairs on his leg.
I raised my hand again this time fingers dangling as I used my finger tips to lightly touch his penis starting at the top and working down as I saw it rise in the moonlight. It danced in the moonlight as if it was trying to reach up itself to touch my fingers. It bobbed wildly as if it had a mind of its own and I watched it as I stroked it gently then slid my finger-tips down its shaft. When my fingers reached the bottom I lay my hand down so that his knob was in the palm of my hand and I rested it there.
I then slid my hand down further, slowly tickling his balls with my finger tips until my hand cupped them and I gently massaged them. His penis was fully erect and still dancing on its own, lifting away from its owner and leaving a gap underneath. I slid my hand under the gap and it brushed the back of my hand. When my hand was underneath it I felt his hair in my fingers before flicking back my fingers and grabbing hold of his shaft. I grabbed at it hard like he had been grabbing at me and I yanked at it a couple of times almost hurting him as I pulled at it before lifting my hand away.
I went back again using my finger tips and lightly touching the tip as it bounced up and down with my touch, dancing once more in moonlight before I set my hand on top of it, as I had done previously and feeling once again his knob which was warmer and throbbed in my palm. I then slid down again and cupped his balls more firmly that time but not too hard.
He was frantically grabbing at my tits but as it was a push up bra it was hard to touch and not very exciting so I pulled down the straps of my top and then my bra straps to the elbow resting them in the crook of my arm. I then pulled my bra down to the underside of my breasts giving him full view and easy access to my fantastic chest.
He licked his lips when he first caught sight of my dark nipples and couldn’t wait to grope me but I turned my attention once more to him.
I licked my hand and moistened my fingers with saliva and then placed my hand back onto his dancing dick, sliding my thumb underneath so I could pull at him. I stroked him up and down, bottom to top, faster and faster, slowing sometimes to rub his knob and tease him while he groped wildly at my tits.
I kept licking my fingers and rubbing my spit onto his knob which seemed to drive him crazy each time my warm touch returned.
Eventually I jerked and jerked in a gentle rhythm until he came. I never saw spurts like that before, one then two then three. I pulled my hand away before the remainder of his spunk spilled out and I covered myself again before handing him the tissues we keep beside the sofa.
I told him I would leave him there to relax and as I left he was still in the same position slumped into the sofa.
I then went looking for my husband still not turned on at all by the grabbing at my tits.
I saw my husband through the slightly open living room door. He was on his knees on the floor, naked from the waist down and banging at the lady while she was doubled over onto the sofa. He was taking her from behind and her face was buried in the cushion to muffle her moans. Maybe he didn’t fancy the look of her either, I thought but as I looked I couldn’t stop staring. I was watching my husband’s face and his hands as they held her bare ass. I got so turned on I started feeling myself, rubbing between my legs and through the soft leggings. They were soft, lovely to touch in fact and I thought to myself, no wonder he couldn’t keep his hands away from them earlier.
They left soon after that and I took my hubby upstairs. We had fantastic sex that night and I will always remember that night, watching my husband having sex and the expression on his face as he entered that lady.
Chapter Ten - The Young Guy
I was beginning to get annoyed at trying to swing with other couples and was a lot more comfortable when we just organised our own house party. A healthy mix of swingers and non-swingers were invited and mixed with sound, single people who were up for a laugh. Friends of friends turned up and sometimes people we saw again and again came, along with others we saw only once or twice.
At one of those parties, at our house, a young guy followed me everywhere. He was a lot younger than me but cute and in our garden, at that time, we had a big wooden shed with a pool table in it and that night he kept asking me to go out with him for a game. I wouldn’t normally have minded but it was the middle of winter and that night it was freezing. I was wearing this tiny black dress, which showed off both legs and cleavage and obviously caught the attention of this young guy because he followed me all around the place and seemed obsessed with holding my hand when we were chatting to people. Even when my husband was there he was touching me but it always out of sight, almost sneakily (which I didn’t like at first) but then his attentions began to turn me on. He would feel my bum and run his hand up and down my back as I was chatting away to my friends and the more I had to drink the more I liked it.
Finally his begging paid off and I agreed to go out to the shed with him but
as it was dark outside we had to take it slowly over the paving stones. I was in high heels and had to hold on to him to keep steady. I guess his immaturity got the better of him and he couldn’t wait until we reached the shed. He took my arm and spun me round to face him and then pushed me backwards. He pressed me up against the wall of the house and started kissing me. I was carrying a drink so it was awkward but by that time I was tipsy and he was a great kisser so I let him carry on. His hands began sliding up my dress onto my bum and then quickly inside my pants. It was a bit too much and I didn’t realise what was going on until I realised he had his cock out and was trying to pull aside my pants to shag me up against the wall.
It was all a bit rushed so I stopped him and thankfully he calmed down. ‘I thought we were going to play pool’ I slurred as he kindly put his cock away. He seemed to take it the wrong way and appeared to be in a huff when we began to play pool but before long he became aroused again as he watched me taking shots and my dress slid up, exposing my knickers to him, as I stretched to pot the pool balls. He took every opportunity to grope me and fondle me as I walked around the table playing a game he had no interest in.
I wanted him to kiss me again. I really enjoyed his earlier kiss but he seemed intent only on feeling me up. He hadn’t yet touched my breasts and I thought I would use my secret weapons to keep him busy so I could slow things down to my pace but before I could reveal them my husband and another guy arrived to play pool themselves.
As our game finished we played a game of doubles. I could see this poor young guy feeling rejected, feeling like he’d missed his moment but to keep him going every time he hit a good shot I would kiss him on the lips, in celebration. He obviously didn’t know that my husband wouldn’t mind and that’s why, I thought, he had been sneaky all night but then I thought, perhaps that was his way. I didn’t know for sure, In fact I knew nothing about him and after that night I never saw him again.