by Nicci Greene
I lay there for ages. I had enjoyed the orgasm but still wanted more. I was still horny at the though of my guy, my groper.
I played with myself as I lay there feeling my boob trying to imagine it was him but it was no good. I felt unsatisfied by this man who was by then sleeping next to me.
I got up and decided to go downstairs. I don’t know why but I went down naked. I was feeling really randy and didn’t know what I would encounter, maybe a couple having sex? Maybe I could join them? I wondered as I crept down the stairs.
The party was over and the music off. Bottles of beer and wine glasses littered the living room, some on the floor, others strewn about the place resting anywhere and everywhere. Some looked full some half full but most empty.
We had two sofas in the living room and each contained a body. The farthest from me had a man with his back to me and he was curled up and seemed to be asleep with a jacket of some description covering him for warmth, like a blanket.
The other sofa contained a drunken bloke who appeared to be awake and mumbling to himself, eyes half open and half shut.
I looked down at him as I stood over him and lifted his hand. I slid it up between my legs letting him feel my inner thigh until his thumb reached my very wet pussy but I got no reaction and as I let go the hand and arm dropped to the floor.
I thought about sitting on this guy and riding him but there was no mission of him getting erect so I walked away into the kitchen.
I opened the fridge looking for a drink. It was filled with alcohol of different types and colours. Blue WKD, cider, beer, wine but then I saw a carton of orange juice, opened the lid and took a big gulp to wet my mouth.
As I closed the fridge I was startled by something, someone and as my eyes adjusted again after the brightness of the fridge light I realised it was my guy. I asked him if that was him on the other sofa to which he replied, ‘Yes I couldn’t sleep.’ ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you.’ ‘Me neither’ I said before I realised I was naked. His eyes were all over me looking at me up and down and wanting me with a desire I had not yet seen from him.
I held out my hands and took his hands in mine then walked backwards until the kitchen counter stopped me from going any further. I then slid my body up to sit on the counter as he drew closer to me. My legs parted as if to say come in and he brought his body inside.
He leant in to kiss me and again I enjoyed one of the best kisses ever as he snogged me.
Again his hands slid up and down my back as my hands once more unbuttoned his jeans to drop them to the floor. My hands quickly found his cock again and I couldn’t help but pull it towards me, willing it inside. His hands found my breasts and yet again they were warm and gentle as he massaged them. He was inside me in a second and it was fantastic, far better than the man upstairs. He didn’t hurt me with his thrusts and as we grinded together he enjoyed my breasts even more and nibbled on my nipples, sucking and licking at them.
He took one of my breasts in his hand and held it like he was squeezing a bottle of water into his mouth. My nipple formed the nozzle of the bottle as it rose with his sucking. He squeezed as if to release the water into him and my nipple quivered inside his mouth as he drew in hard. He then lashed his tongue back and forth across it still holding and gently squeezing my breast. The flickering was warm and lush and as I watched his mouth take me inside I held his head against my breast, holding him to the bosom that first drew him to me and us together.
My hands then slid down past his neck and onto his back and my nipple throbbed and then shivered when he stopped sucking as once again my warmth left along with him. He stood straight upright as he rose again to kiss me and my hands went up his back, under his t-shirt, scratching his skin with my nails. His kiss was even better than before and I found my nails digging into him and scratching his back as his tongue met mine. With each long scratch he moaned and fucked me harder; bang, bang, bang, banging inside me as I jumped up and down on the kitchen counter. Jumping and bouncing wildly as he banged and banged and then wrapping my legs around him pulling him tighter to me, pulling him deeper inside me until we came together.
I glanced over his shoulder and saw the guy from the sofa. He was there, at the fridge, just standing staring at us but I ignored him and turned again to my guy for another wonderful snog as his hardness died inside me. It slipped out eventually and he just turned and left, just as before without a word. Suddenly and swiftly he turned and disappeared leaving me dripping on the counter but satisfied.
I went back upstairs after that looking for my husband. He was in the guest bedroom sleeping in bed with his lady for the evening, my man’s wife. They were both sleeping but not together and with their backs to one another so I got into bed in front of my husband, pulled his arm over me and went to sleep.
Chapter Twelve - The Elderly Man
My husband and I were invited to someone’s party. It wasn’t a swinging party, as such, so we decided to give it a go. It was a swinger who owned the house so we knew what it would be might be like but we hadn’t been out for ages, having had most of our own parties at home and so we decided to accept. When we arrived though we wished once again we had stuck to our rule and left well alone, especially as there were a lot of older people there. Wrinklies everywhere!
My husband and I had drunk a bottle of wine between us before we left home but as he wanted to be well on his way to being drunk by the time we arrived, I was almost sober and wanted to keep my wits about me.
It was a grand old house, massive in fact, out in the country with lots of luxurious cars parked outside in a courtyard decorated by stone paving and potted plants.
We walked inside the main room which was really an extension of the hall-way and which opened up into an enormous reception room almost oval in shape, lined by wood panelled on the walls and tiled floors underfoot. The room was lit by ornate chandeliers which seemed to be dripping with diamonds as they sparkled above us. It was the grandest house I had ever been in and certainly the biggest.
A gathering of champagne glasses sat on the side on a table draped in a pure white tablecloth and we took one each as we passed. I was wearing my purple dress, long and figure hugging so no pants could be worn for fear they would show. It was also very low cut at the both the front and back as it plunged deep from the shoulders and so therefore no bra could be worn either. My breasts, my secret weapon, were perfectly formed so I was therefore able, at that time, to get away with a dress like that. It was my favourite dress back then and showed off my curves in a way that made me feel sexy and confident. I wore a new pair of Kurt Geiger pewter Mary Jane heels I had purchased to go with my dress. My husband was earning good money then and so was I so I began splashing out more on designer clothes and accessories but my favourite dress was a bargain I picked up from a dress hire shop. I wondered some times who might have hired it or worn it before but I was sure that no-one ever wore it like I did.
Naturally I turned a few heads as we walked through the crowd holding hands and immediately I noticed one elderly gentleman’s eyes following me everywhere I went. As we mingled some couples we met wanted to swap partners for the evening but we turned them down! Eventually the elderly man who had been eyeing me up came over to us. I guessed he was in his sixties but still had his hair which was silver, very thick and parted at the side. I could tell he was once very attractive and was still handsome but old compared to us. We felt like teenagers compared to the others we saw there.
When he arrived he put out his hand for my husband to shake breaking our bond as we had been holding hands and I had been clutching him tight. I thought he might take my hand too but ignoring me at first he starting talking to my husband about wife swapping. Feeling my distress my hubby was quick to say that we would not be doing that tonight. I don’t think he fancied going down on a wrinkly either! The man persisted though until he finally asked my husband could he feel my breast.
My dress was that kind that draws attention to the breast as
you could see the whole sides of them and I watched many men imagine touching them as they stared at me when I wore it but before I could say anything my husband had nodded and his hand was inside cupping my breast. It wasn’t that unusual as there were many sights around us of people fondling and kissing but it was unusual the way he just cupped it, no groping or looking for the nipple just resting it in his hand. His hand was warm and I was amazed as he kept his hand there and chatted to my husband about the weather while cupping my breast.
It was my left breast and he seemed disinterested in the right, perhaps it was the way he was standing or that it was his right hand but he eventually slid out and left. He left me intrigued but not excited, not wanting more but strangely sexy as if my body had lured him to me. As we continued mingling he was still watching me although I was no longer uneasy at his persistent glances.
He came back again but with a friend the second time and again ignoring me began chatting once more to my husband. All three were taking about breasts and again without asking me or even my husband that time he told his friend to feel me up. Before I knew it he had both his hands on me although it was over my dress, not inside and more of a quick grope than a feel.
My husband was lashing the champagne by this stage so when the other man asked him if he wanted to feel some nice breasts he was off like a shot to a group of ladies hands groping happily.
I was left with the elderly man, the man who seemed fascinated by my left breast and he finally introduced himself as the owner of the house taking my hand and kissing it but not letting go. We chatted until he realised I was not for staying much longer then he said, ‘Why don’t you and your husband go to my room?’ He was suggesting we slope upstairs to be with each other but before I could make excuses he was pulling my hand taking me towards the stairs. Luckily I caught my husband’s eye and he followed.
As we walked up the stairs, which seemed to never end, I had the man taking me in one hand while I pulled my husband along with the other. We walked along a long corridor until he opened a door into a fantastic room. It was like a hotel penthouse suite with a massive bed and a massive telly in front of it. My husband was feeling rather randy and was quite happy to oblige but as we entered the room the elderly man felt my bum, not like a young man would grabbing and groping at it but in a careful gentile & nice way. I didn’t mind, after all we were getting the use of his room.
There were drinks on the side and my husband and I had our fair share. By that stage my hubby was steaming drunk but we managed to make love in our usual way. It was nice, familiar and afterwards we turned the TV on. I wasn’t sure if the man was listening at the door but I was sure I had locked it.
Anyway, as usual, it wasn’t long before my husband was asleep and The Matrix film was on screaming its imagery across the large screen. I was a bit light headed myself after drinking half the man’s Gin so I decided to rest and leave after the film.
It wasn’t long until I heard the door. I was sure I locked it but somehow in came the man, the elderly man, the breast man, the man whose room it was and there we were lying naked in his bed.
I nudged my husband under the covers but he was spark out.
The man approached the bed and I soon realised he too was completely naked. He wasn’t bad for his age and his skin was tanned with a little grey hair on his chest and a little pot belly. His penis was hanging long and loose below him as he walked over and sat on the bed. I was nervous at first but soon at ease as he looked at me in the same way that he did when he had cupped my breast earlier.
I sat up in the bed like in the movies holding the sheet across my chest and trying to disguise the fact that I was naked. ‘Can I see them?’ he asked politely but before I could answer he gently pulled the sheet down revealing my breasts. At first he was fixated on the left and lifted his hand over towards it. He held it gently again with the palm of his hand on my nipple. I could feel his skin was quite hard this time as he massaged my left breast.
His left hand then touched my right breast but he used the back of his hand first sliding it up from under to over and across the nipple. I watched his left hand, following its movements as his right just held my breast firmly but gently in its grip.
Then he started to feel my right gently with his left hand. I felt weird, strange but calm as I sat upright in this man’s bed watching as he played with my boobs. I felt like I had to do something and as I watched his penis raise to a semi-hard on, but no further, I was thinking to myself, maybe he cant get a hard on? I don’t know why but I put my hand onto his penis. On top at first just touching it to see if it would rise. I could feel it stirring but much slower than I had been used to. I slid my fingers underneath and lifted it pulling my hands up and down it and making it harder and harder. As I continued his feeling became groping and his penis soon began to pulsate. This is mad! I thought, what if my husband wakes up? What if this man wants more?’ I was getting turned on as I continued pleasuring him. I felt nice although I was worried he was going to try to kiss me but I didn’t stop. I gave the best hand job of my life, slowly at first then long hard strokes until he came in my fingers still clutching my breasts.
His face was red by the time he came and his breathing heavy but he just sort of mimed with his lips the words, ‘Thank-you’ then got up and left.
I was sitting there stunned, too stunned to move and so I waited just in case he came back before I began to get dressed. I pulled my dress on, dragged my husband up to get dressed and we left.
I never told my husband about the elderly man but we decided after that night that we would no longer accept any invitations to swinger’s parties and even discussed finishing with the whole swinging idea. For me though it was already too late as something inside me had already changed.
As each incident occurred I was becoming more and more adventurous. I was beginning to feel an urge inside me to be naughty and to do things behind my husband’s back. I didn’t like the thoughts I had at first but ever since that night when I had sex with his friend I felt different. It was the first time I had done something that he hadn’t agreed to before hand and it felt different, better almost. The pre-arranged sex that night was flat and nothing like the sex I enjoyed on the kitchen counter while my husband was upstairs, asleep and unaware.
I was losing interest in swinging parties and swapping partners and I just wanted sex with strangers. I didn’t care who or where or when but I began to fantasize about being groped in public and having sex in strange places with strange men and always without my husband’s knowledge.
I resisted the urge to be bad at first that is until I met my husband’s boss.
Chapter Thirteen – My Husband’s Boss
I could tell my husband’s boss liked me the first time we met. It was at a dinner party in our house and he was there alone (not with his wife). He’d heard about our wild parties and there were four other guys there from my husband’s work and a girlfriend of mine just to try and even up the odds a bit.
My husband was doing all the cooking so I was at the dinner table all evening drinking wine, far too much wine (if truth be told) because I was getting very, very drunk. As the courses went on the eye contact with his boss got stronger but that’s all it was at first. I was getting horny as I do when I drink wine but as it was work people I wanted to try and behave (as best I could anyway).
At one point after dinner when the party got going I was in the kitchen making tequila slammers when his boss came in. He came right up behind me, ever so close and I could feel the strength of him almost pushing into my back as he asked me what I was doing. I told him and asked him if he wanted one. I then felt his hands gently touching my hips as he said yes and I knew then that he wanted me.
I could tell by his eyes as well as his body language. I sucked my finger and dipped it into the salt bowl before lifting it to his mouth. As he opened I let him lick the salt from my finger before he took his shot. I was turned sideways to him now and his hand was resting on my bu
m (not below it or grabbing it just gently touching it). I handed him the slammer to down. I watched as his face winced with the taste before taking the lime and putting it into my mouth holding it between my teeth. I pushed my head to his so he could suck the lime gently touching my lips as he pulled the juice through his teeth.
I don’t know why but then as I grabbed the tray of drinks in one hand my other hand gently stroked his crotch as I glided around the back of him and slipped into the living room. I must have been giving him a sign but I remember thinking, at the time, that I shouldn’t have done that. After all it was my husband’s boss and he was married! Maybe he didn’t even swing?
After dinner and in the living room he sat next to me all night. The party got going and I spent most of it dancing with my girlfriend. Each time I sat down to rest it was always next to him, very close as there was little room left on the sofa between him and the end of it. I could swear the space got smaller every time I sat down. When most of the men were in the kitchen chatting he stayed in the living room watching me dance and hoping not to loose his spot on the sofa.
Near the end of the evening (for me anyway as I was too pissed to stay up much longer) my girlfriend had left to get drinks or go to the toilet or something and I pulled his boss up to dance. He was reluctant to get on his feet but I dragged him up anyway. I started the dance looking at him and although a lot of that part of the evening is a blur I remember vividly turning and dancing with my back to him and grinding my hips so that my bum was rubbing against him. I remember he was hard and embarrassingly I remember reaching my hands around and stroking him as we danced.