My Story: Confessions of a Swinger

by Nicci Greene

  As the game was coming to an end I would sit on his knee between shots and again his hands would wonder. Yet again he would be trying to hide them, sneakily hiding his actions and attempting to cover up his intentions. At one point he slid his hand inside my dress and very nearly got to the prize but I had to get up for another shot.

  My hubby could see clearly what was happening. He wasn’t stupid and was ready to leave us alone after the game but this guy didn’t know and I could feel his pain as he patiently waited on more time alone with me. Before my husband left though I gave him an amazing snog, with my hand on his crotch and I noticed he was hard at the thought of this young guy and me.

  Eventually the guy got what he came for.

  As soon as we were alone he came over to me, probably thinking he had little time before someone else would come for a game but I knew my husband wouldn’t have let anyone come out so I was relaxed. Luckily the heaters were on because it was very cold outside and I wanted to see all of this guy. He was beautiful all over and I wasn’t having a quick fumble with clothes on as I wanted to see and feel his body. He approached me again with his hands out-stretched before him. ‘Slow down’, I said, ‘no-one will be back out here. Just kiss me.’ As he kissed me I undid the buttons on his jeans and dropped them to the floor whilst his hands were up my back and groping my bum, grabbing at it. My hands wandered inside his boxers and took hold of his pulsating penis. I had never felt one as hard and clearly ready. The guy was dying for me and I was well aware of how badly he wanted me.

  Before I knew it his hands were inside my pants again, yanking at them to get them off and it wasn’t long before I realised the guy wasn’t interested in my breasts. I thought to myself, he just wants to fuck me and I opened his shirt and kissed his chest but he was working fast. My pants were off in a flash and then his thumb and fingers were inside me. My head was spinning with the wine and his pace and I could hardly catch my breath between the thrusts with his hand. I knew then there was going to be no oral sex just straight down to business. I knew this guy was going to come and he wanted to get inside before it was too late.

  I was a little taken aback by the speed and in the haste forgot about a condom. I had him nearly naked at that point but most of what happened next is a blur. I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful body and then for a brief moment I was the one with uncontrollable hands all over him. I was sliding my hands all over his muscles and torso when he then lifted me onto the pool table. I wanted him to take me slower and to fuck me from behind. I had imagined it when I was playing pool and leaning over the table. I wanted to stop him but his kissing was great, really intense and then it came… wham! He was inside me before I knew, thrusting forward and banging hard into me.

  It was fantastic sex but I never understood why he didn’t take it slower, savour the moment, feel my breasts even. I had fantastic boobs which he could have enjoyed for ages but he just kissed me then fucked me and when he was finished he was busy dressing before I had even caught my breath.

  I did kiss him again before he left that night. A long lingering snog but that was it; one rushed drunken encounter and one passionate embrace and then he was never to be seen again.

  Chapter Eleven- Two Guys, One Night

  I remember one Sunday when I was lazing about the house wearing a white vest top and jeans, no bra on and no socks or shoes. My husband had invited a few friends around to watch the footie so I decided to read a book I had bought for the occasion. You know the type, erotic but romantic novel. I was lazing on a big old sofa we have at the bottom of the kitchen resting my head against its arm, legs outstretched in front of me on the sofa book in my hands at my waist as I began reading. The window to the back garden was at the other end of the sofa and I could see it was a lovely day outside.

  Occasionally the sunlight peeked out from behind a cloud finding it’s was through the window and onto my bare feet, warming them as if it was my own personal ray of sunlight. My back was to the kitchen door, which was opened and led along the hall to the front door so I heard his mates arriving but I didn’t turn around to say hello as I was engrossed in my book. I’m sure they saw me reading as the veered off the hall and into the living room but no-one acknowledged me.

  I could hear the chatter and the noise from the TV but it didn’t distract me from my novel. Occasionally someone would come in to collect beers from the fridge and I knew some of his friends but not all. The ones I knew asked how I was to which I replied fine not wanting to start up a conversation. Then a different approach as one of his friends came up behind me looking over my shoulder and asked me what I was reading. I didn’t want to be rude so I began telling him the story about the two lovers. I then felt something. At first I didn’t know what it was, because it was so light, until he pressed the weight of his hands fully onto my shoulders. I didn’t move as I continued with the story, feeling the warmth of his hands sinking into my shoulders with the sunlight on my feet I felt heat at each end of my body. His hands seemed to tremble as I told of how the lovers spent the night together. His thumbs began massaging my neck gently as I disclosed their sexual encounter and then his left hand became lighter. I could no longer feel its warmth but I could feel it shaking as it moved, edging forward. His fingertips lightly caressed the front of my neck and then further down my chest before one swift movement took his hand straight inside my vest. I wasn’t expecting it but my body remained motionless as his left hand was now holding my left breast. My story telling was getting more erratic and my breathing heavier as my concentration shifted from what I was saying to what I was feeling. His warm hand was holding my breast and my nipple was rising into the palm of his hand as the heat from his hand surged into my body through my breast, warming me all over as he gently massaged my boob.

  A shout came, ‘Hurry up with them beers!’ and he was gone. His hand was gone and the warmth had gone along with it. I felt like all my heat had left with his hand as he whisked it away in a flash and I shivered as I regained my composure. I sat quivering before realising I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. I felt different, kinda strange, I wasn’t sure at first what I felt until I realised I wanted more. I questioned myself, why did he do this? Would he do it again? Oh how I willed it. I wanted it. I wanted his hand on me again, feeling me and making me warm.

  I tried to read on but couldn’t concentrate, waiting on each beer run and hoping it would be my guy but he never returned. Different men came and went with their beer but not my guy.

  I eventually got up and decided to make a start on dinner. I remember standing in the kitchen chopping carrots when he finally arrived. We glanced at one another and he looked away, sheepishly, as he took the beers from the fridge and set them on the breakfast bar.

  I willed him to come to me, in my mind longing for him and then he answered my call. He came up beside me and asked me what I was making. I hadn’t seen him before and didn’t know for sure it was him at first until I saw his sheepish look and then I certain. It was further confirmed when he spoke as I remembered his voice. Seeing him for the first time made me want him even more. He had beautiful blue eyes and lovely lips that I wanted to touch. When I answered him by simply saying, ‘I’m making stew’, I lifted a piece of chopped carrot up to his mouth. I was dying to touch his beautiful lips and as he took the carrot in his mouth his lips kissed my fingers. They were soft and moist and I loved the way they gently stroked my finger tip and as I drew my hand away he came behind me, leaning over my shoulder as I continued to chop. Then he whispered in my ear, ‘Tell me more about your book, about the lovers?’ His warm breath sent shivers down my spine and my body tingled in anticipation of his touch.

  I closed my eyes and began to tell him once again about what I had read before feeling his hands on my hips. I could feel his thumbs going to work and caressing my back before his fingers fumbled their way inside my vest top. I almost licked my lips when his warm fingers found my skin tingling my sides with excitement. That time his ri
ght hand quivered, as I retold the story, before inching upwards towards the underside of my breast. I had the knife gripped tightly in my right hand, knuckles white and clenched around it, as my body tightened in anticipation of his warm gentle touch. I felt my left hand leave the counter and fall to my side as if it had a mind of its own. All my concentration was fixed on his right hand under my right breast. Please feel me, I was thinking as my left arm swung under his and around my back finding his crotch and resting there. I then gripped his hard shaft tightly through his jeans and he finally slipped his hand up to my breast, cupping it firmly before massaging gently, just as he had done before.

  It felt like heaven as my body eased and I let go of the knife. My other hand slid firmly up and down the front of his jeans and I could feel his body arch towards me but then it was over in a flash, just like before. No-one called him that time but he still felt that his time was up and so he let go and turned away. Grabbing the beers as he walked past he didn’t even turn to look at me.

  He left me wanting more, wanting to feel his lips again and to feel his warmth as we kissed. I wanted to kiss him so badly!

  I stayed in the kitchen willing his return but he didn’t come back and when the footie was over everyone left.

  I wondered about him for a while after that and about the little things like his name, where he was from and how he knew my husband. I chatted to my husband to find out details, anything at all but I never really found out much. I didn’t want to ask too many questions for fear I would alert my husband to my desire for his friend.

  I was therefore surprised, but very excited, when he turned up at one of our parties. It was a swinging party but although there were about 4 couples there swapping partners I had invited some girl-friends to make it more of a party and he had invited some of his mates to make up the numbers. I was happy to see him but disappointed also as I was already matched that night with another man. His wife was spending the evening with my husband.

  He was a nice man, older than me and quite distinguished. He had a good job and was smartly dressed in a suit and open necked shirt. He had a thick head of dark hair with some grey through it. He had swarthy skin and small dark eyes with a big wide grin. He was pleasant and I enjoyed his company but he didn’t exactly set my world alight. I got chatting to him and we sat together on the sofa.

  My mind was wondering though to my other guy, my husband’s footie friend, my handsome stranger, my groper even. I caught his eye a few times and it sent shivers down my spine, like the shivers when he left me the first time. It was as if my body shivered without him, needing him.

  I sat with my date for the evening on the sofa facing him. He was at one end of the sofa turned to me and I was in the middle turned to him. One of my legs was lifted onto the sofa and my foot was resting under the other leg which was rooted to the ground. He too was turned to me in a similar way. I was wearing a short black cotton dress. From the front it looked like a baggy sweatshirt but it was backless, tied behind the neck with a fine cord. It covered my backside, just about as if it was a short skirt all the way round. Without a back I couldn’t wear a bra but my boobs were fully covered at the front.

  My right arm rested on the back of the sofa, as did his left so our hands were touching where they met. We were feeling each others hands as we chatted, sliding our fingers up and down each others, my nails sometimes tickling the palm of his hand. It felt nice. As we stared into each other’s eyes his other hand gently stroked my leg in front of him. His finger tips tickled it at times. My other hand would occasionally find the top of his leg also and I would rub his leg using my nails to gently scratch it as I pulled my hand back toward me.

  I was thinking about our hands when I felt something touch my back. I could no longer concentrate on my hands as they began to fix their position, no longer moving.

  It was like a knuckle sliding up my spine from the base of my back up to my neck and down with more knuckles joining it as it sank towards my bum. Then finger tips sliding up my back and down again teasing my skin and making me tingle all over. A firm palm of a hand then took control feeling my back, not just up and down my spine but all over in a circular motion. It was warm and soft and I thought it might be my guy so I said nothing.

  The hand became adventurous and went to my right side next to the sofa. My back was warm and my side getting hotter as it reached around and grabbed at my boob. I knew it was my guy as I had I felt his gentle groping before and recognised the warmth of his hand as once again my nipple rose to greet him. The man in front of me had no idea what was going on or how horny I was feeling but just in case he found me out, I took my left hand and lifted it to his face. I’m sure I breathed in air as my nipple was pinched.

  I took his face in my hand and pulled him to me kissing him and snogging him wildly as my guy groped my breast.

  Then just as he had done each time before he was gone, slipping away without a word and without me noticing as my tongue was tied to my man for that night. I wanted to be with the guy not with that man I wanted things to be different. I was looking around for him after that every time I went for a top up or to the toilet until I eventually found him in the kitchen chatting to a girl. She had her arms locked around his waist as they laughed and chatted. I wanted to be that girl, to be close to him, to have his warm gentle hands on me again. I was actually jealous! I couldn’t believe it at first but I was green with envy as I watched them and chatted to my friend. I waited until she finally let go of him, perhaps to get another drink, but she left him alone and I saw my chance. I raised my head towards him nodding at him and then gestured with my head for him to follow me. As I left the kitchen he followed me into the utility room and I headed to the back-door where he caught up with me. ‘Come with me’ I said. It was cold outside, too cold for what I was wearing but I didn’t care I wanted him to know I wanted him. I wanted his lips again and his hands. I pulled him into the shadows and asked him to kiss me.

  As we kissed his hands were gliding up and down my bare back and I loved how he caressed every inch warming it again as before. Our lips felt perfect together as his gentle kisses became stronger, our mouths worked in tandem as we snogged each other. Great snog! I thought to myself, I like this guy a lot!

  His hands slipped down over the skirt part at the bottom of my dress onto my bum and then under cupping my cheeks and gently massaging them, as he had done to my breasts, sending warm waves of excitement rushing up my body from my ass.

  I eventually stopped and pulled away saying, ‘I have to go… its freezing out here’. Once again as his hands left my body it shivered with cold. My teeth were chattering as his hands had gone and yet again they had seemed to drain the heat from my body.

  He begged me to stay with him, to spend the night with him or just to go to bed with him but I couldn’t. I had my date for the evening and I had already left him alone for too long.

  ‘I’ll give you a quick blow job’, I said as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. It too was warm as I held it in my cool hands before kneeling in front of him. I placed it into my mouth and sucked hard. I was too cold and I couldn’t stay there much longer so I stood up leaving him unfinished said sorry and left. I left him there hanging out, hanging out outside in the shadows.

  I had to get back inside, back to the heat and comfort of the house and back to my man, my date for the evening.

  Sure enough there he was still on the sofa looking forlorn. I felt sorry for him as I made my excuses saying that I had got chatting but his face kept its upset expression. He only smiled when I asked him to come upstairs.

  When we reached the bedroom the party was dying down but I could still hear the dull thud of music coming from below.

  It was late but not too late maybe one o’clock in the morning but he seemed tired as we walked up the stairs.

  He was a kind man and very gentle he just didn’t light my fire. He stood behind me in the bedroom, next to the bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror in
front of me as he gently undid the strap at my neck allowing the front of my dress to fall and show him, in the reflection, a taste of what was to come. He then pulled the rest of my dress down lowering himself to his hunkers as he helped it off my feet. I was standing there now in my high heels and pants as he slid his hands up the back of my legs past my ass up my back and onto my shoulders. He held my shoulders and kissed then before kissing at my neck. My head fell back as he kissed my neck and licked my ear. He whispered in my ear, ‘Lie down on the bed’. I turned and lay on the bed as he had asked. Sitting beside me he began to feel my legs, like he had done before on the sofa but firmer, sliding the palms of his hands up and down my legs then over my pants and up my belly before groping my breasts and then back down again. On the way down he kindly removed my pants and began caressing my inner thighs. His hands were sliding closer and closer to where he wanted them to be. He started to kiss my legs and then my inner thighs and then my moist lips as he parted my clitoris with his fingers. His tongue quickly licked my clitoris, lashing in and out. My body was aching as it arched upwards, aching not for this man but for my guy.

  I lay and dreamt about my guy. I began to recall the memory of our first encounter, the feeling of him behind me, his shaky hands, then his hand feeling me up and then again in the kitchen later that day.

  My memory was drawn to earlier that night, to his kiss and to his tender lips as the man ate at my pussy. Waves of intense pleasure flowed through my body from between my legs invading my soul as I orgasmed, still thinking about my guy. Lying there, head deep in the pillow, I didn’t even realise that the man’s tongue had gone and that his penis was creeping in, until it was fully inside.

  It was large and took my breath away for a second as he banged it in, thrusting forward and sinking me deeper into the pillow. His body fell onto me, His weight felt like it was crushing my lungs as he lay on me. His hands were underneath me, under my bum, pulling it towards him. He was pushing his cock further and deeper inside, hurting me, until I felt his body tighten and then relax allowing me to catch a breath before he rolled off.