An Indian couple exploring the Swinger lifestyle

Aarti was 42 years old, her husband Nagesh was 44. Their twin daughters had just started their courses in a foreign university, an event that had suddenly seemed to make their house feel empty. Both had good jobs. The mortgage on their house was just about paid off. Both were fit and healthy. Not only did they share house, home and children, but also the same values and attitudes about everything from money to sex.

They were compatible and very comfortable with each other. They were faithful to each other. Both had opportunities, neither ever took them. Where they sometimes attracted to other people? Absolutely. They accepted sexual attraction to others, and others' attraction to them, as part of human nature and as a fact of life. In short, they wondered but never wandered.

Married for more than 20 years, both had reached a stage where they felt that something was missing, an inexplicable emptiness that did not jibe with their love for each other. They couldn't put a finger on why or when this sense of emptiness started. They just knew it was there. It had crept up on them.

In the beginning of their life together, the sex was hot. They were more experimental in their youth, discovering the joys of various positions and techniques. But over the years, their sex life fell into a routine, especially after the twins were born.

Tangled Passions

Chapter 1 : Our journey into a swinging life begins

I was in bed reading my book and Jenna, my wife of twelve years, was lying next to me. I assumed she was asleep, but then she rolled over and looked at me.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too, babe,” I replied, wondering what was coming.

“I’ve been thinking about spicing things up, you know, our sex life.”

“Really? What do you mean?” I asked, putting down my book and wondering what she meant. We’d always had a good sex life. Like most couples, we did it more when we first got together. The frequency had dropped; since we had the boys, busy lives, and not having much alone time put paid to most of our sex sessions, but we still did it two or three times a month.

“I was talking with Beth at work the other week, and she mentioned they had decided to spice their sex life up. They now involve other couples.”

“Swingers?”

My Second Wife's Secret Furry Fandom Life

My second wife is secretive about her furry fandom fetish, and I finally see her in action.

After being born and raised in Glen Ellyn, a western suburb of Chicago, I got a relatively high-paying job right out of college, as a trader at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange (CME). My father has contacts there, and I was also in the top of my class, earning a Bachelor of Finance degree from the prestigious Northwestern University.
My name is Paul, and although I dated a few women during my first three years at the CME, my focus was on learning the business and studying for the broker’s exams. I lived in the city, and I hung out at a couple of the local bars with some of the other young traders when I wasn’t studying. That’s where I met, Kate, the woman I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.

My Naughty Fiancee Fucked The Stripper At Her Bachelor Party - 1

Sue fucked the stripper at her bachelorette party, and Rose has the video of Sue on her iPhone.

True life is stranger than fiction. That is the best way to describe my relationship with Sue.  Sue is a knockout brunette with tits to die for.  Her 32D-24-34 body is eye popping.  Sue is twenty-five years old and I'm twenty-seven.  My name is Craig and I've known Sue for three years.  Sue is a professional sales rep for a pharmaceutical company, and her good looks and body serve her well in the competitive sales world. She has no trouble getting appointments, and is the top sales rep at her company. Almost all her clients are male doctors, and we all know that all men are pigs. Let them fantasize all they want, as long as Sue gets the orders.
I'm a conservative engineer, and Sue and I are opposites in many aspects of our lives.  They do say opposites attract, and that does describe our relationship.  We met at a singles bar and connected over drinks.  We were both ready to settle down after a few years in the singles scene.  I felt like I hit the jackpot when Sue agreed to go out with me.  I know all my friends are jealous.  Sue is one in a million.  Gorgeous, killer body, smart, outgoing personality, and adventurous.
We dated for two years when I asked her to marry me.  She said 'yes' immediately.  We set the wedding for six months out.  That gave us time to plan the wedding, without going crazy like some couples who put the wedding off a year or more.

A Swinging Dinner Party

 It all started when Anne and George went on a camping holiday in France and booked into an adults only nudist site by accident. On their second day they met a couple from Holland who introduced them to the pleasure and excitement of uninhibited sex with equally sexually liberated people. On their return home to England they were utterly transformed and adopted a swinging lifestyle with a gusto that was frankly sensational.

One of the first things that they did was to look for a new home which would allow them to live comfortably as nudists without attracting attention from prudish minds, and also be suitable for the future of carnal delight which they had planned. They found a large house with five bedrooms and two bathrooms set in about twenty acres of woodland a few miles outside their home town, and it was there that they started to entertain a small set of like minded friends for weekends of debauchery.

Anne had a very fertile imagination and soon realised that with a bit of effort their house could be turned into a small private sex club. As they were retired but still active, they did most of the work themselves. Anne was responsible for the planning and interior decoration while George did most of the heavy construction work, and after a few months everything was finished to their satisfaction. The bathrooms were enlarged so that they could be used by several people at once, each with a large bath and walk-in shower. The basement was converted into a large play room with a side room becoming a fully equipped dungeon, and a small pool, Jacuzzi and sauna cabin were erected in the small walled garden adjacent to the main building.

Lactating Wife Impregnated by a Stranger at a Halloween Party

Jill’s Perspective

Halloween has always been one of my favorite times of the year. And even now, at the age of twenty-five, married, and with a five-month old daughter, I still look forward to fall and the chance to dress in costume. My name is Jillian, but most people call me Jill, and I am married to John, who most people call Jack. I know it sounds kind of corny having our nicknames be Jack and Jill, but we have a lot of fun with it.

We started our lives together in a nice suburb outside of Philadelphia, and we are fortunate to have some very good neighbors. I sometimes have to pinch myself, at having such a wonderful husband, and now a beautiful daughter. I met Jack in a bar, after we both had graduated from college, and as far as I knew, he had never learned about my past. I am pretty and have a great body, and I used that to my advantage to have as much sex as I could in college.

I don’t mean to brag, but at five feet and five inches tall, and weighing one hundred and twenty-five pounds, after getting back in shape after giving birth, I have a fit, curvy body. My breasts were 34Ds before our daughter was born and I started nursing her, and now my breasts are 34EEs. My ass is also full and heart-shaped. So, my breasts and ass really are enticing to most men, and they fall over themselves staring at me. Add to that my dark-blonde hair and green eyes, with big, wide-set eyes, and facial features similar to the actress Emma Stone, and I sure get a lot of attention from all of the men.

Our First Time

I, Mohan aged 62, and my wife Puja aged 60 are first generation Indians settled in the US with an empty nest; and so it was the typical story of looking for adventure before time ran out after a rather sedate and dull married life. Our marriage, though a happy one by conventional standards, had lacked passion and we felt that we could perhaps spice it up a little bit by trying our luck at swinging. My wife as usual was not very sure but after we discussed this for several days she suddenly blurted out one day that ever since we had come to the US she had had fantasies about having sex with a big white male. On prodding further, she rather shamefacedly admitted that two persons she found very hot were Michael Cain and Sean Connery, not always in that order. 

Although professionally very successful I was a typical nerd - not very generously endowed as far as my physical attributes are concerned, and so naturally felt a bit inadequate but was thankful that they didn't involve people we knew since that would have really upset me. Luckily, she didn't ask me about my fantasies, perhaps she was a bit embarrassed after blurting out her inner thoughts, as in my case these were about everyday people around us and had included, in the past, a fantasy about her mother as well. My mother-in-law had had Puja at the age of twenty and when we got married she was just forty-five and quite a looker. Whenever she embraced me and kissed me affectionately, I would be pressed against her soft and huge breasts and invariably got a hard on. Of course, I had dared not press my luck further though I wasn't sure I wouldn't have succeeded if I had given it a try!

The Wife Game

After dinner, Doris Blake sat on the sofa with a glass of burgundy wine and watched the evening news. Her husband Tom was at the driving range and her 18 year old daughter Tammy was out with her friends. The 37 year old blond was a stay at home mom; she was pleased with her life and didn't mind not entering the job market. Tom was a dentist and insisted that Doris did not have to work, although the credit card bills had been piling up lately and he urged her to cut down on her spending. 

The telephone rang and Doris answered it and spoke to her friend Joyce, "Hi Joyce, what's up?"

Her friend excitedly told her, "There is a new reality show on tonight at 9pm. I read all about the show and it sounds wild. The show is called 'The Wife Game' and the wives have to live with other families for three months. Can you imagine living with another family and having a different husband for three months?"

"No I can't, that sounds crazy, why would anyone want to do that?"

"Well, to start with you get $100,000.00 for three months and a chance to win one million. You really get an opportunity to see how other people live and you get to sleep with another woman's husband."

"The only thing that is tempting me is the money. Tom is the only man that I have ever been with and besides, if I sleep with her husband then she will be sleeping with Tom, right?" 

"Sounds like you both could use a little change; just think how exciting it would be. Watch the show and think it over, I will call you after the show, bye."

Swap

"Why don't you just ask her?" Dave said,.

"I'm pretty sure she wouldn't go for it."

"I had the same problem when I approached Jean. Her first reaction was no way. She wasn't about to become involved in group activities. But I got her thinking about it-the idea was planted, and one day she asked for details, the people, where, when, what we would be doing. And then I knew she was going to come around. A meeting was set up-she was a little reluctant at first, but when we got into it she found she was really having a good time, and now she is a very enthusiastic participant."

I said, "You know Karen is pretty straight-laced, she doesn't fool around and it would be a tough job convincing her to get involved in extra-marital sex. She might get mad as hell that I would even be thinking about involving her."

"Just plant the idea, don't push, let it germinate. Maybe mention it again after she thinks about it some. I could have Jean talk to her-tell her more about our activities."

Finally I got the courage to broach the subject to Karen. At first she was appalled-then angry. She said, "I can't believe you would want us to get involved in extra-marital sex!"

I said, "a lot of people are doing it these days, and they seem to have fun with it. It isn't love-it's just sex."

First Swingers Party

Last weekend was one of many firsts. James and I decided to go to a couples party. Up to this point we had met couples before and ended up playing with our respective partners in the same room. As those that have read our submissions know, I'm a huge exhibitionist. I love dressing up as slutty as possible and parading around naked and teasing people. So a swingers party was the perfect opportunity for me to wear a new sexy top James had recently purchased. The top was cut low and showed off a lot of cleavage, however what made it that extra bit slutty was the fact the material was thin and my hard nipples poked out very predominately. The top was a crop top so I wore a tight, figure hugging high waisted skirt showing just a hint of my toned stomach, and black heels. James looked dapper as ever with jeans, dress shoes and a blue dress shirt.

When I left the house I had a different top on but as soon as I was in the car with James off came the top and I was left in my skirt and black lace bra. The bra was strapless and almost see through, very thin and my nipples were poking out already. James immediately reached over and gently massaged my right breast as he drove, then readjusted his cock in his jeans. I smiled to myself knowing he was getting hard.

Soon I was topless and enjoyed the hour long drive. Half way into the drive I put on the grey low cut top and once again James reached over and massaged me, even flicking my rock hard nipples to tease me. I sat back enjoying his hands on me but it was over too soon for my liking. I turned on the radio and started dancing away when my favourite song came on. The top did not stay up and kept sliding down my arms exposing my right boob, then left. I didn't care, I continued dancing, my boobs bouncing. The anticipation of the party was already getting me horny, not to mention James's hands on me and being topless in the car.

Fulfilling a Fantasy

The idea first came to me when I saw it happening in a film. The main character had sex with a bunch of guys while she was blindfolded and tied up and I was so turned on by just the thought of it, of being able to feel, hear and sense, but not see, that I promised myself I would give it a try. I'd done some light bondage before but never tried the blindfold. 

So the next day I rang Adrian at the swingers club where I'd been twice with Neil, and told him about my fantasy. He said he would happily try and make it happen and that he was sure that the guys and the girls would all be up for it. We arranged that I would do try and do it at the party on the following Sunday night.

When it came to Sunday evening, I took a long relaxing bath, shaved my legs, under my arms and my pussy, got dressed and headed for the club. I had already arranged to get there a while before everyone else arrived so that I could get blindfolded and wouldn't see anyone until I decided that I wanted to. My intention was to only take the blindfold off when I needed to go to the toilet or take a shower. 

When I arrived, Adrian welcomed me with a peck on the cheek, took my coat and poured me a glass of wine. I sat at the bar, sipped my drink and explained what I wanted to do and he told me what he would be doing to try and get the guys (and the girls) involved with my fantasy. He said that when I was ready I could just go and get settled and ready in one of the upstairs rooms and then I could just lie there and wait for company.

The Party

"A few of my friends from work are throwing a party. I want to go." 

I looked up at my wife. "Okay. Am I invited?"

"Yes," this caused me to raise my eyebrows. Usually spouses weren't invited to her work parties. In response to my look Trisha continued, "this isn't a work party. It's just a few friends from work getting together. Mona and Bill are hosting."

I'd met Mona before, not her husband Bill though. Mona was a vivacious, buxom, free spirited woman who enjoyed every moment of her life. Some of the stories Trisha, my wife, had told of her were steamy to say the least. The first time I'd met Mona she gave me a long tight hug and a full blown French kiss that had set my libido on fire. My wife had not been upset about the kiss. It was just Mona being Mona.

"Who all will be there?" I asked while trying not to sound too interested.

"I'm not sure. Probably Adam Loya and his wife Anna. I think Debbie and whichever boytoy she brings. Oh, Stacy will be there. I don't know if Larry will come or not. He is a lot like you." 

By that my wife meant anti-social, which wasn't really true. I'm not anti-social, I'm anti-stupid. It just so happens that most "social" people are terribly stupid and dull. There is nothing I dislike more than being caught by some droning political fanatic who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. 

Playing With Fire

Part 1

My name is Tom, but on that particular fateful night roughly five years ago, that wasn't the name my wife was screaming as she was being fucked good and hard on our bed.

Now, before you get the wrong idea, let me clarify that I was the one who was fucking her. You see, we had been doing a bit of role-playing at that time, and on that particular night, she had chosen the name of "Dale" as her imaginary lover.

We had been married for twenty-four years, and our eldest son had just moved out of the house, leaving us as empty-nesters for the first time in our lives. In the weeks thereafter, I noticed that Beth, my wife, had become very vocal in bed. We had endured so many years being as quiet as possible in bed, I honestly never realized she had it in her. But the moment Donnie left for college, she seemed to let her hair down a little.

Maybe it was hormonal, or maybe it was the fact that she had started exercising again, and was feeling sexier than usual. I didn't care why her sex drive suddenly went into overdrive; I was simply enjoying the ride. Prior to that, our sex life had become duller and more seldom with each passing year.

Free from having to be quiet all the time, she began talking dirty while we had sex. I have to say, it was a major turn-on for me. The things she would say would make her friends at church blush, and those frumpy old women in her bookclub would never have suspected that there was such a dirty little slut hidden beneath that prim and proper exterior.

As we reached middle age together, Beth and I began to talk about all the things we'd like to do before we get too old to do them. We talked about traveling, and scuba diving, and other types of adventurous activities that we never had the time nor freedom to pursue while being tethered to the house for so many years. Inevitably, that discussion morphed into a conversation about our sexual fantasies. Being the hornier of the two, I was the one who prompted that particular discussion.

The Nor-Tea Club

Eighteen months had passed since Jack Trengate and his wife, Sherri had become swingers. First with their long-time friends, Glenn and Wendy then James and Valerie were added, a black couple they met at a party. The three couples met at each other's home once or twice a month and everyone looked forward to the encounters. 

Jack had long overcome his initial concern of seeing Sherri with other men and looked forward to watching her with Glenn and James. She enjoyed being with the two men so much that he had made the odd, casual comment that she might enjoy more. Sherri had not actually said she would want to have more than two men paying attention to her but she never said she wouldn't either and Jack had the feeling that the tone of her non-committal answer hinted that she thought it might be fun. 

He also liked looking down at Wendy and Valerie on their hands and knees on the bed, the perfect combination of black and white. It was so erotic to fondle their bottoms and pussies, so different yet ultimately the same. Wendy's lovely pussy lips were always slightly open and inviting, topped by a neat blonde bush. He particularly enjoyed her in a sixty-nine; she would suck his cock while he tongued her pussy until she was very wet then he would spread her open and play with her clit while James had her from behind. 

He liked Sherri in this position also and the sight of James' super large black cock assaulting his wife's pussy from so close usually resulted in a powerful ejaculation into her mouth. Then there was Valerie; with her large clitoris and a patch of jet black, silky pubic hair, he and Glenn had spent many hours enjoying the considerable assets of this black beauty. 

A Very Sexy Belly Dance Performance

I am a young woman who is married to a very successful young man who wants me to wear very sexy, revealing clothing all the time, no matter where we go, what we're doing and no matter the weather conditions or time of year.

My husband loves me to show my bare female body in public. I am so lucky.

Since the time we made this decision about how I am to dress, I have had some incredible experiences by going out in public in some very daring outfits. If you have read any of my other stories, you know I am surprised by the fact that it seems girls who bare their bodies in public can get away with just about anything. I have rarely been thrown out of a place, nor had the police called because of my skimpy attire.

That includes wildly outrageous outings, including baring my nipples while wearing an underboob crop top inside Starbucks, Home Depot and other places.

I seem to get hassled the most when I am barefoot in stores or restaurants, but even then they end up letting me stay... at least most of the time. 

I love the feeling of being out in public while wearing very little clothing. It's exhilarating to make eye contact with a guy who is staring at me because I'm wearing a see-through white short crop top with a micro-miniskirt and 5" high heeled strappy sandals at the mall. I don't wear a bra or panties, ever. I wear nothing but skirts or dresses, but many of my favorite outfits involve me baring my belly. I also only wear sandals or strappy high heeled sandals. And I go barefoot in public anytime my husband wants because that is something else he finds very sexy for me to do.

Cocksucking Competition Ch. 03

"I'm really glad you're here," Aaron said as he surveyed the scene at the hotel bar.
"You kidding me?" Anthony said. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
Aaron was grateful that there had been no awkwardness between them since that night in his kitchen. In fact, to his relief, Anthony hadn't mentioned it again. It were almost as if it had never happened.
"How's she doing?" Anthony asked.
"Nervous," Aaron replied, "but I think she's okay. She's up in our room, sleeping. She has a big day ahead of her tomorrow. She's meeting with wardrobe in the morning, and then the media team in the afternoon. And tomorrow night are the preliminaries."
"That's wicked important," Anthony said. "You get a bad seed in this tournament, and it's a tough fight to the top."
Aaron merely nodded his head, and took another sip of beer.
"How are you doing?" Anthony asked.
"I'm nervous for her," Aaron replied. "She's worked so hard for this, and I'm so proud of her. I know she'll do well."
"I gotta give you props, man. I don't know how you do it. What's it like to watch your wife suck all those cocks?"

Cocksucking Competition Ch. 02

Anthony stood, hesitantly, and fidgeted with his hands. Rochelle rose from her chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked at her husband, as if giving him one last chance to back down. He simply nodded and smiled. Then she looked up at Anthony.
"You have to take it out for me," she said.
Anthony looked at Aaron, who instinctively looked away. Although they had seen each other naked before, this was different than the locker room way back in the day. He reached down, unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his dick. It was already becoming engorged.
Rochelle simply stared it at for a moment. It had been more than twenty years since she had seen another man's naked penis. She wrapped her hand around it, and it continued to grow. Her eyes shifted to her wedding ring, and she looked again at her husband. He gave her a reassuring nod.
At last, she moved closer to the now nearly-erect cock in her hand, and placed her mouth over it. It felt different than her husband's, and she suddenly felt her panties moisten. Normally, she would take her time and enjoy the experience, but she knew she was auditioning for a race, so she swallowed his cock entirely to the base and used her powerful tongue to milk it to full hardness.
"Holy fuck!" Anthony groaned.

Cocksucking Competition Ch. 01

Rochelle's soft and plump lips inched slowly down her husband's shaft until his cock head grazed the back of her throat, and her nose pushed firmly into his pubic hair. She held him there, and pressed her tongue firmly against the roof of her mouth. His bulging cock reflexively throbbed and expanded in her throat.
"Are you going to join me?" Aaron asked between stilted breaths. This was his polite way of letting her know that if she wanted his hard cock inside her, then she had better stop doing what she was doing as quickly as possible.
She hesitated for a moment before slowly removing him from her mouth with an audible slurping sound.
"No, I'm having fun," she answered in a playful manner. It was the end of a particularly brutal week at work for her husband, and she enjoyed rewarding him for all his hard work with a slow and sensual blowjob. At times, it seemed as though she enjoyed blowing him more than she enjoyed actual intercourse. He could swear there were times in the past when she actually experienced an orgasm from giving head.
From the very first time her lips traveled below his belt, he realized that she was unusually gifted in that particular area of sexuality. Granted, he had only been with three other women before her, so he didn't have much of a basis for comparison, but it was difficult for him to imagine that any woman could possibly be more talented than Rochelle when it came to giving head.

Pam's New Year's Celebration Ends

One of my industries biggest suppliers was throwing a large holiday bash on New Year's Eve at one of the larger, swankier hotels in town. The night of the party my wife was nervous, she didn't like her dress and she didn't think her hair was right. Pam said, "Why should I care how I look, with all the big-boobed beauties Carl will have on hand no will ever notice me." I mentioned in earlier stories that I work in a predominantly male industry and the owner of this supplier was known to throw some raucous rowdy events.
From a women's perspective I guess I could understand why my wife would think that, although I did not agree: she looked sexy and I told her so. She was wearing a bright red dress that was short enough to show off her athletic legs and low cut in the front which exposed glimpses of her black lace plunge bra. Although small-busted Pam's breasts were pushed up and shown off with the miracle bra she had discovered. I was turned on by how she looked and started rubbing her shoulders but she scolded me to look but don't touch, she had makeup to put on.
On the way to the party, I warned Pam there might be some things happening at the party that she would not approve of but to keep an open mind. She sighed and started to say something then stopped and then she said she would enjoy the night for me. When we got to the hotel there were multiple parties and crowds of people everywhere. The party we were attending was in one of the medium size ballrooms with a bar, a band stage and tables setup over a dance floor. It was a nice setup some festive temporary curtains on the side walls and Carl had ten or twelve scantily clad working type girls in festive outfits as hostesses to entertain the guys.

Dance Parties Pakistan

Hey everyone, this is Nabeel from Pakistan. I've been fond of reading and enjoying to so many stories that are uploaded here regardless of the real or fake nature. And after such a long association to this site, now I've planned to share my real life experiences with all you people. So cutting short let me introduce myself.
My name is Nabeel and I am a graphics designer by profession and working in an MNC. I'm married to my beautiful wife Afia who is running an NGO for women rights. We have been together from almost 3 years and got married just around 1 year back. We were very happy with our marriage life. Before marriage we had done loads n loads of crazy things like making out in the car parking, kissing and fondling in the public places, she used to suck me off while I drove etc. But after getting married things were going kind a smooth as we plenty of opportunities to make out at home and so the craziness was almost gone from our sex life.
My wife was from a simple family and was not involved in the night life as she had never been to parties or raves before meeting me, and once I started taking her there, she went crazy for them and would insist me always not to waste any opportunity if there is one. Even I make her drink for the very first time on such parties and afterwards she loved to dance and swing to the music and enjoyed at the peak.