My Story: Confessions of a Swinger
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I was afraid I would slip out of his grasp but the wall supported me as he fucked me, kissing, slipping and fucking. That spot was hit over and over and this time I moaned in fact I yelled quite loudly in fact ‘That’s it’, ‘Right there’ ‘Oh yes’ ‘Fuck me’ ‘Fuck me’ ‘Fuck me harder’ my words turned him on sending him wild and bringing out that dirty demonic side as he banged me up against the wall.
‘You like that?’ ‘Like that huh?’ ‘Yes! Yes!’ I exclaimed. ‘Take that you Fuck! You Fucking Slag’ ‘Take that you Bitch’ ‘You Dirty Bitch’. His words sent a chill down my spine and I said nothing more. He continued ‘Fucking Cunt! I’m gonna come inside you this time you Slut’, ‘Dirty Bitch I wanna come in you’ ‘In your face’ my moans turned to cries, ‘AHH’ ‘AHH’ nearly sore as he furiously fucked me, my back hurting as it hit hard against the wall and the pipes at times. ‘You’re a Fucking Whore’ he exclaimed as he finally came inside me.
I was overwhelmed by the sensation caused by his dick and a culmination of the sensational and the pain I was enduring made me grit my teeth as he came and I dug my nails into his back. Perhaps it was to cause him some pain too or perhaps just to help ease some of mine. He came and seemed to come again maybe bucking out the last remaining liquid into me but as he finished he dropped me almost onto the floor. He turned and walked away and I slid down onto my backside to watch him put on his shorts and leave.
As I sat there naked with the shower still on and raining onto the back of my head I thought about what he said and the words he had been using. I felt his sperm leak out of me and I wondered about what I had become. I thought about the holiday from the first day when we met. I thought about how I had let another man who I didn’t even know rub oil all over me. Was that ok? Was there anything wrong in that?
Then I thought about the kiss, I should never have let him kiss me after he had used my hand to have a wank. Was I a tart? A whore? Or those other words he used? What had I become?
Then I felt queasy as I recalled the incident the following day. I felt my back shudder as I sat there retching trying to stop myself from being sick remembering his dick in my face and how disgusting it made me feel.
I was a dirty bitch, a slut? Wasn’t I? This was meant to be fun and I had fun in the pool and enjoyed the way he made me feel when I had the orgasm in the laundry room but what was I after? An orgasm at any expense? At the expense of my dignity, my marriage even? The last of his liquid oozed out of me as I stood up. I scrubbed myself with the soap no longer washing away the sand and oil but the dirt I felt on me, his dirt, my dirt. I didn’t know for sure I just wanted to wash away the holiday. To wash away my regrets at all those times I went behind my husband’s back but maybe even before that, before the villa when it had all started? My husband’s boss or maybe even before that? The elderly man even or perhaps the guy I had on my kitchen counter?
Every thought went through my head as I scrubbed my skin, every seedy moment, every encounter, every orgasm I chased and more besides.
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I got on the plane behind my husband following his lead. He sat at the window and, as always, I sat next to him. The plane was filing up and I thought, who will sit beside me? Surely not him? He will be beside his wife? But the plane filled and there was no sign of either of them. Then the last passengers got on I willed someone to take the seat next to me, someone, anyone?
I should’ve known as my stalker sat next to me.
My husband stared out the window during take-off unable to hear him whispering in my ear, ‘Lets do it on the plane, in the toilets? Join the mile-high club?’ My husband couldn’t see my head shaking in defiance or see my mouth as my lips exaggerated the word ‘NO’ on three separate occasions. My stalker continued to badger me as we flew.
My husband eventually fell asleep as most other people did. It was dark by then and the cabin was very quiet except for his continued whispering, ‘C’mon, why not?’ ‘No’ I said out loud so he could not be mistaken this time. But I felt him search for my hand and find it taking it over to his lap. He pushed my hand between his legs and started rubbing himself using my hand. His whispering continued in my ear, ‘I wanna fuck you, dirty bitch.’ I don’t know if he came but he rubbed for ages while I looked away. I watched my husband as he slept and I realised as I watched him that I didn’t want this anymore, this secret or not so secret life and all this mucking around. My swinging days were definitely over and my playing away over too.
As my mind wandered and I sat alone on that plane I began to examine what had got me to that point, why I had let myself become an object of desire for men, why I had let myself and my body be used in this way. Perhaps it was because my father died when I was so young?
I felt starved of male attention when I was young and I sought it in the most depraved of ways. I couldn’t blame this on the loss of my dad, could I?
Perhaps it was down to the way my friends treated me when I was a teenager? I didn’t know for sure and couldn’t pin point the moment in my life that made me this way. All I knew was that I wanted it to stop. Looking for that Boxing Day moment was silly and I was looking in the wrong places. It wasn’t sex that made that time special it was love. The love that blossomed between my husband and I. Had I forsaken that love or let myself forget it?
I wasn’t prepared to take any more chances in fear I might loose what I had and right there right then I decided it was over.
That plane journey became a personal journey waiting to touch me down onto the ground and into a new life. One where we would be settled and no longer exploring. I was intent on confronting my husband about this and do you know what? I did.
That incident on the plane was my last as a swinger.
About the Author
Nicci Greene gives us an amazing account of her story and tells it in erotic detail. She is an accomplished author with three books all of which chart her extrordinary life. Her first published book, ‘Confessions of a Swinger’ takes us through her twenties and gives us an insight into the woman behind the story. She tells her tales in a romantic way with an easy to read literary style and in short chapters. Her ability to deliver punchy short individual erotic tales allows you to easily sink into her life story and to feel at one with the her as she takes us through the time when she married and then became a swinger. This is an author who writes from the heart and who can be read and enjoyed by both men and women alike. Nicci’s writing differs from the traditional erotic novel and delivers a real story behind the passion, sex and intrigue.
If you enjoyed My Story and want to know what happened next pre-order your copy of my next book, ‘Confessions of a Seductress’ by sending your name address and contact details to niccigreene@live.co.uk
Nicci Greene
Table of Contents
My Story
© 2010 Nicci Greene. All rights reserved.
Contents
Chapter One – How We Met
Chapter Two – Our First Time
Chapter Three – Getting Together Was Complicated
Chapter Four – Married Life
Chapter Five – Porn
Chapter Six – Threesome
Chapter Seven – Swinging
Chapter Eight – Keys In A Bowl
Chapter Nine – It Didn’t Always Work Out
Chapter Ten - The Young Guy
Chapter Eleven- Two Guys, One Night
Chapter Twelve - The Elderly Man
Chapter Thirteen – My Husband’s Boss
Chapter Fourteen – The Photographer
Chapter Fifteen – The Internet
Chapter Sixteen - The Villa
About the Author
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