"How about that one?" Chelsea Davenport pointed to a college-aged man, his smirk as he talked to the cashier at the hamburger joint in the food court at the mall letting Chelsea know he was flirting pretty hard and getting nowhere. While other people stood around the mall's food court, trying to decide what they wanted for dinner, Chelsea sat there selecting her next fantasy for when she masturbated.Darren followed his wife's finger, noticing the younger blond man she pointed out. He was definitely younger than Darren expected, but then again, that was probably the appeal for her. The man wore jeans that hugged his ass and showed the strength of his legs and a T-shirt that announced he had a chest Chelsea would love to have her hands on while straddling the man's waist. "Do you think he's even out of college?" She shrugged. "Who cares? The idea isn't to marry him, just to ride him into oblivion. Do you think he could pound me without coming too fast? Young bucks tend to be quick to s
Chelsea spent the next two hours trying on different outfits that tempted and tantalized the eye. Having Darren there helping her pick out the outfits was fun, knowing the clothes were for someone else's eyes. Her heart raced in her chest like a teenager on too many energy drinks. She couldn't help it. She was excited. This was something she had fantasized about for longer than Darren and she had been talking about it. She had wanted it since college. She wanted to be able to sleep with whoever she wanted and yet, still come home to the same man who would own her heart. She wanted to be shared and wanted Darren to be shared. It would definitely liven up their vacations.She wasn't worried about jealousies, at least not from her end. She had been in this type of relationship in college, and it never phased her. She loved having sex and the way it made her body feel and watching her partner being satisfied was the lube that made the experience all slide together. Darren, on the other han
They escaped the mall and headed for the car—and Chelsea's computer—her pussy throbbing and not just from the fucking Darren gave her in the little alcove just a few moments ago. She was eager to do some research and discover if there were swinger groups in her area. She already knew that if her fantasy was going to happen, then she would have to be the one doing the legwork for it. Darren may have said yes, but that didn't mean he was eager to begin their little adventure. No. She would have to be the one to shove the door open wide for them and usher in this new path that they both wanted, that made her pussy tingle with each thought as to the adventures that lay ahead.She giggled as she slid into the passenger seat of their car, excited to finally be putting action to her dreams."Someone is allowing her enthusiasm to take over." Darren shook his head as he started the car. "You scare me sometimes."She patted his hand, her smile stretching across her face and filling her heart. Sh
She glanced behind her to where she knew Darren sat in the living room watching some crime drama on TV. I know exactly how to release some of this energy, she thought with a mischievous grin. Pushing herself away from the desk, she went to disrupt her husband's relaxation.As expected, Darren sat in his recliner, beer on the end table beside him as Criminal Minds droned on in front of him. She didn't slow as she approached him, pushing the recliner down with her foot when she reached him. She needed this release, their little tryst at the mall only stirring up her fantasies instead of cooling the pooling heat between her legs. He glanced up at her, one eyebrow arched as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. "I hope you weren't really watching that," she said as she reached for the button on his pants."Even if I were, I'm sure with that smirk on your face, I'm going to much prefer watching you." His dark eyes twinkled as she unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled out hi
Chelsea sat in the front seat of their car and stared at the front of Tucker's Hideaway, wondering why in the world a group of people would choose a bar with a name like that to say, "Hey, we're swingers; let's screw." She should have known better when she read the address and had no idea where the bar was. Now, she was in the middle of nowhere at a bar in the darkest part of town that looked like it needed demolished. "Why are there no streetlights or even emergency lights on the outside of this place?" she asked, staring up at the building through the windshield. "Do you hear banjo music?"Darren leaned toward the steering wheel so he could see out the windshield at the front of the bar as well. "How much research did you do on this place?""Apparently, not enough. I don't think we're going to be able to observe for a while without being noticed."She felt his eyes on her but avoided turning his way. "You still want to go in there? Chelsea, this place reeks of trouble.""You've watch
Once they had made the greeting rounds, Aggie led them to the bar where they could order drinks. Darren was disappointed the place only served beer and pre-made drinks in a bottle. He sorely needed a whiskey. He knew he should have gone with his gut instinct outside and just driven them home. He could tell by the look on his wife's face that she hadn't a clue as to what she had gotten them into and was just winging it. Her winging it was scaring the hell out of him. People vanished from places like this, never to be seen or heard from again, and that wasn't just the Criminal Minds show screaming the warning at him, either. He knew Chelsea was desperate to start this new adventure, but he didn't think she was this desperate."Coors Lite, please," he said to the bartender and then gestured for Chelsea to order."Mike's Hard Lemonade.""So, your maiden voyage, huh?" Aggie said, sticking to the two of them like glue. "I'm glad you chose us to be your first venture out. This is just a meet
While their experience at Tucker's Hideaway was less than ideal, Chelsea was not going to give up. There had to be people out there she found attractive enough to want to pursue this adventure with. Not all of them could be so…so… She didn't finish the thought. Darren had been nice once they finally left the bar, not bothering with the I told you so or even making rude comments about some of the people they met. Still, she knew he was less than pleased with what they had walked into, and if she was going to get him to agree with venturing out into the lifestyle, she was going to have to come up with something much better than that first meet and greet. Aggie was nice enough but there was no one there that Chelsea even felt safe talking with about her desires. No, the search would continue.And it did for several nights until she met Brian Fletcher online and the two of them started talking. The conversations had gone so well that now she sat in the passenger seat of her car, twisting h
"Here you go," the bartender said as he set two glasses in front of them––a whiskey sour and a rum runner. "Thank you. Keep the tab open, please." Darren handed Chelsea her drink with a napkin wrapped around it and then picked his up, stirred it, and took a tentative sip. When he nodded, she knew it was made fresh and not with mixers. "Shall we?" He gestured for her to lead the way.With a deep breath, she slid off the barstool and started the walk toward her first adventure. She was excited and nervous, and it made her hands clammy. This was so much more than flirtatious bantering back and forth on some site or checking out a man's ass in a bar, wishing she had the guts to walk up and squeeze it. This was a prelude to sex. Nothing but sex. Perhaps if it was more, she wouldn't be so nervous.She felt Darren's hand on her elbow as he escorted her across the deck, and just that simple touch helped to steady her nerves.As they approached where the other couple sat, Darren led them to th
Marcia relaxed, her hand still draped over Chelsea's head, but at least her legs released Chelsea's head, allowing her to breathe again. "Oh god, that was awesome," Marcia said as she stroked Chelsea's head.Chelsea didn't move, however, focusing on the cock that assaulted her pussy, driving in and out of her until her own body started to shake with her climax. "Darren!" She shoved her pussy back to meet each of his thrusts until she felt his cock twitch. He gripped her even tighter if that was possible and pinned her against him as his balls emptied themselves into her already dripping cunt. She screamed, her body shuddering, her back arching, as her orgasm ripped out of her. This time, she clawed Marcia's thighs as she lost control of her body.Hot splashes of Darren's cum filled her, coating her inner walls and mixing with her own orgasm. He grunted from behind her as he held her, keeping her body from bouncing around too much.When it was finally over, and her body had relaxed, exc
Chelsea felt the bed shift under her as Darren moved around behind her, his hands going to her hips. She kept staring at him over her shoulder as he nudged her legs open wider, sliding between them, his cock thick and straight as he moved closer to her hungry pussy. Just staring at his broad chest and powerful arms made her sex quiver. She loved that they were exploring sexually, loved that they had opened this door and brought others into their bed, but Darren still was the one who could make her drip faster than anyone else. He drove her wild with desire and loved that they were always quick to reconnect after each encounter. He was the one who made her crazy and allowed her the fantasies that had been floating around in her head. His cock satisfied her the most, and his love for her kept her grounded.At the foot of the bed, Monica and Brenda twirled into a sixty-nine position, each one eagerly licking at the other's wet slit as their bodies pressed together. The sight stirred Chels
Marcia sucked on Chelsea's clit, driving her crazy and making it hard for her to concentrate on Monica's pleasure as Marcia worked Chelsea's body like a musician does a fine instrument. Chelsea squirmed over the woman's face as Monica squirmed on hers, all of them going crazy with desire as they sought to bring the others to release.Monica clamped her thighs against Chelsea's face as she started to cry out, "Don't stop! Oh god, don't stop."As her words hit Chelsea's ears, Brenda's orgasm must have hit her as Chelsea heard the woman cry out as well, her screams of pleasure echoing off the walls. Darren's breathing grew heavier, and Chelsea assumed he was close to his own orgasm. She was surprised he had been able to hold off this long with all the attention his cock was getting and the sights around him.Chelsea felt Monica's whole body tighten around her, her thighs going taut as they clamped around her head, her pussy shoved up into her face as Monica's legs held her in place. "Yes!
Brenda slid off Darren's face, and Chelsea saw the wetness coating her husband's chin and lips. "I'll ride that massive cock," Brenda said as she slid her panties off her legs and tossed them to the floor. "I think it's time for Darren to see the rest of his surprise, though. Don't you ladies?" She winked at Chelsea as she started to straddle Darren's cock.Monica giggled. "I love the way you think." She slid around on the bed until she was lying beside Darren, her legs spread, pulling her teddy up to her waist and exposing her glistening pussy. "What do you think, Chelsea? You ready?"Chelsea felt the wetness between her legs drip as she glanced at Darren's puzzled look. Brenda grabbed his cock as she straddled him, guiding his stiff rod into her drenched pussy as she lowered herself down onto him. Chelsea gave him a wink. "I'm ready," she said, and then she crawled across the bed to slide between Monica's legs. Monica slid a leg over each of Chelsea's shoulders, drawing her in closer
Darren moaned, and Chelsea could imagine how he enjoyed Brenda's tongue swirling around his shaft, running over the ridges and veins. Chelsea continued to stroke his hardness in time with Brenda's head movements as Monica shifted on the bed. "Well, I think it's time to put that tongue of yours to use," Monica said as she straddled his face.Chelsea watched as the other woman lifted her teddy slightly as she lowered her pussy to Darren's mouth, his gaze fixed onto the bald slit that was offering itself to his tongue. He reached out, wrapping an arm around Monica's thighs, and just before his face disappeared under the dark-haired woman, Chelsea saw his tongue extending to taste the woman's wetness. Monica placed her hands on her hips, her knees and calves holding her up as she ground her pussy on Darren's face, moaning as his tongue licked up her folds before penetrating her hole. Monica moaned, her hips sliding back and forth over Darren's face.Marcia slid between all of them, lowerin
Chelsea worked overtime to make sure the house was in order before the others arrived. They were due at eight, so she had plenty of time to have dinner over with and cleaned up before the knock came at the door. Darren had pestered her all day, trying to get the scoop on what she had planned, but she kept true to her vow of it being a surprise. Even more so, at seven-forty-five, she made him retire to the bedroom so he wouldn't see the women as they arrived. Each one had said they were bringing something sexy to wear, and Chelsea had hidden an outfit in the living room earlier that day. After making Darren promise not to come out until she called him, she slipped into the red teddy, her perky breasts quite visible through the fabric that ended just below her bare pussy. She twirled in front of the mirror, relishing the way she looked in the lingerie. "Damn, girl," she said to her reflection. "You are one hot little wife." She giggled at herself just as a knock came at her front door.S
"And how did ladies night go?" Darren asked as he set the book he was reading down and gave Chelsea his undivided attention. "Did you happen to leave some poor, unsuspecting man quivering in the corner when the four of you were finished with him?"Chelsea tossed her purse on the couch as she moved over to the recliner where Darren sat and slid into his lap. "Well, to be honest, it was your poor deprived wife who was left quivering in the corner all worked up and horny." Darren looked at her, surprise on his face. "What? Someone turned you down?"Chelsea laughed, giving up her fake dramatics. "Not completely. Peter did make me come. He just didn't use his cock to do it."Darren shifted under her. "All right, now you have to tell me the story." She loved the lusty grin that spread across his face at her words. Whereas most men would be upset and jealous, Darren was turned on. When they first entered the swinging lifestyle, she worried that even though he said he was willing to try it, h
Chelsea led the way outside, Peter being the gentleman and gesturing for her to step in front of him. Of course, knowing him, she was sure his eyes were fixed to her ass and the way her jeans hugged her hips, so she made sure she swayed her rear, enticing him even more. With each step she took toward the outside and the dark night that awaited them, the more her pussy dripped in hopes this wasn't just a simple goodnight. Chelsea very much wanted a story to take back home to Darren.Once they were outside, Chelsea stepped to the side of the front door toward the north side of the building as she turned to face Peter. He jerked his gaze back up to her eyes, and she found herself grinning that she had been right about where his eyes were fixed. The fact was even hotter when he didn't look embarrassed that he was caught staring at her ass."So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?" she asked as she clasped her hands behind her back, her perky breasts pushing forward for Peter's
When they broke the kiss, Chelsea looked over and caught the gaze of one of the men staring at her. She did a doubletake when she noticed it was Peter Morgan, one of her pool buddies and the first man she had sex with without Darren sitting there watching, the only man really. That was something she needed to change. She smiled at him as she gave him a small finger wave, raking him with her gaze. She remembered how well his cock felt in her pussy and wouldn't mind more of him fucking her."Who's Mr. Stud?" Brenda asked, noticing where Chelsea was looking."Ooooo, now he's someone to take home," Monica said, waving at Peter herself and winking.Chelsea laughed. "Oh, he's definitely worth getting undressed for. He shoots pool with me and Darren. We brought him home a couple of weeks ago, and the two of us fucked without Darren in the room. It was the first time for us to do that, me fucking someone without Darren beside me, and I wanted to see how it would feel.""Oh, girl, we all know w