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This started a few years ago when we shared our sexual fantasies (fuelled by a romantic evening with some local wine on a Greek Island holiday) and discovered we both harboured a fantasy of seeing the other have sex with someone else. We are sure that a lot of people have had similar fantasies, the difference is we just decided to see if we could turn them into reality.
We did some research and discussed all the pro's and cons, making sure that we would both never let anything we did affect our "real life". We have been to quite a few parties (that is another story) and clubs (that is another story), but we are occasional swingers, not every week more every now and then. We have both enjoyed what we have done, we even have our own code word for "it's time to go, we should leave" which is "Vodka and Coke" (as neither of us like vodka), something that will become apparent if you continue reading.
Everything we have written about have been our own experiences and not a work of fiction, just some names and places have been altered slightly to protect the innocent, and we only decided to "put pen to paper" because it was great fun re-living the experiences. We hope you enjoy reading as much as we have enjoyed experiencing.
THE HALTON HALL PARTY
Written from Jim's perspective
Events at the party in Wilmslow, the party Vic and I have spoken so much about since, actually started weeks before at another party we went to at Halton Hall. What happened, and probably just as importantly what DIDN'T happen at Halton Hall had a major influence on what happened at the party in Wilmslow.
We were at the party at Halton Hall at the invitation of Sue and Pete. They are a couple we we had met and had fun with a few times at parties we went to occasionally in Manchester, and they had told us how good these Halton Hall events were. Halton Hall is a big, 4* country house hotel in the NW, with huge grounds containing big, comfortable holiday lodges.
Pete & Sue were the only people we knew when we arrived at the agreed meeting point for the party in The Black Swan, a lovely country pub down the road from Halton Hall. Victoria said afterwards that the two guys who caught her eye immediately from the 12 or so couples in our group in the pub were the two who turned out to be Bruce (dark, wavy hair, dark skinned,, medium build) and Steve (shaven head, rugged, athletic, actor Ross Kemp look alike). No real surprise then that they figured prominently in our night later.
We went to the party that night with the same plan as always, i.e. there is no plan. We always feel that it is best to have no agenda, no list to tick off, just go with the flow and if something happens then that is great. If nothing happens, then that is equally great, you have to feel it is right.
After a drink and saying an introductory hello to some of the couples in the pub, we all made our way in a convoy of cars to the lovely lodge in the grounds of Halton Hall. The lodge was in a quiet, secluded part of the extensive grounds of the hotel, and whoever had booked it obviously had this discreet location in mind. It was a great party venue, very modern with a large, smartly furnished lounge, modern open plan kitchen area, two bathrooms and four good sized bedrooms.
Once we were all settled inside, the party started like most other swinging parties we had been to, that is just like any other party but with a certain "edge". People were mingling with drinks in the lounge area (fully clothed at this point), but there was a tangible sexual tension in the air as people chatted and checked each other out, and after a while people gradually left the lounge and found their way to a bedroom. When we felt comfortable and the time was right for us we did this ourselves. We undressed, with Vic looking amazing with her curly, blonde hair down just how I like it, dressed in a red basque, skimpy red knickers, hold up stockings and high heeled shoes, she was easily the sexiest looking woman there.
We looked through doorways into a couple of rooms as we passed to see what was happening inside, and then joined some other couples on the big bed in the big master bedroom, where we soon relaxed into some sexy fun. We have always found it an incredibly horny experience having sex so close to other couples at parties and clubs, I think it brings out any exhibitionist traits we have. We were both turned on and I was loving the feeling of Victoria sucking my cock as I teased her pussy and clit with my fingers. I couldn't wait any longer and had to feel my cock inside her, so I moved and took hold of Vic's hips from behind, and it felt so good sliding inside her doggy style.
I think anyone looking could see were loving it and it wasn't long before another couple made their way next to us, and sex between ourselves soon became sex with Pete & Sue. We had known Pete & Sue for a while, hence the invite to the party -- Pete small and slim, great fun and a lovely guy, Sue is slightly taller, also great fun, a very slim blonde with small tits and a firm arse. I was fucking Sue from behind doggy style watching Vic on her back with Pete fucking her. It's funny to think that Vic would go from the smallest cock she has had (Pete) to the biggest (Steve) in the same night! I clearly remember Bruce, one of the guys Vic had spotted in the pub, and his wife Jo being on that big bed with us at one point too after Sue and Pete had left us. I was kneeling, fingering and kissing Jo as Vic was lay kissing with Bruce, but it was only briefly and in the tangle of other bodies on the bed they presumably slipped away to have fun elsewhere. After a while, and having had some great, horny sex Vic & I made our way back to the lounge for a drink break.
In the fun on the bed Vic had taken off her knickers, shoes and stockings and left them where they lay, so when we got back to the lounge and we were stood casually drinking and chatting, Vic was wearing just her red basque and I was wearing just my boxers. The people around us were also in various stages of undress as though it was the most natural thing in the world, with lots of tits, pussies and cocks on show. Vic looked even sexier than earlier in the night at that point, she had that "glow" that sex gives, a carefree and sexually confident aura that is hard to describe. She said later that this time in the lounge is her clearest memory of that night. She looked, and more importantly FELT great around a group of strangers with her lovely tits barely covered by the red basque and her pussy and bum on show for anyone looking. It was a great feeling and a huge turn on for both of us, and it was here in that incredibly sexy atmosphere that Vic first heard about Steve (the other guy she had noticed in the pub earlier).
Bruce's wife Jo, who we had shared some brief fun with earlier on the big bed, was chatting with Vic in the kitchen area. She said that after leaving us on the big bed in the master bedroom she had gone to another bedroom and had been fucking with Steve. She told Vic in glowing terms, with a real glint in her eye, that he was a fantastic fuck with a great cock and Vic really should try him out if she got the chance. Vic wouldn't get the chance to "try him out" just then because Jo's husband Bruce had other ideas.
As they chatted Vic & Jo had moved back into the lounge and Vic was stood with her back to me, her bare bum in my direct line of vision and she was chatting with Jo and Bruce. Jo was wearing the skimpiest of black teddies that left nothing to the imagination and Bruce like me was in just his boxer shorts. Bruce was a handsome man, not pretty but rugged with dark wavy hair, dark, tanned skin and a "five o' lock shadow" giving him a very masculine look.
Jo then left Bruce & Vic and went to talk with someone else. Soon after she left them alone they started kissing passionately. I could clearly see Bruce's hands fondling Vic's bum cheeks and roving over the rest of her body as they kissed. Vic was reaching up with one arm around his neck pulling him into the kiss and the other holding him around the waist, a clear sign to me that she was a more than willing participant. I know that passionate kissing is a real turn on for Vic, so she was obviously really enjoying it and it was a major turn on for me watching too.
It was a bit of a shock for me to see Vic break away from the kiss and lead Bruce by the hand out of the lounge, just briefly glancing back at me, and it was obvious where they were going. Vic told me later that she knew it would turn me on seeing her do this, that she knew it would drive me crazy with desire and she 100% knew I WOULD follow them, and of course she was absolutely right! I have had a couple of experiences with Vic which are in the same vein but not quite the same as this.
One was at a party in an apartment in Manchester. We had just "dressed down", a clear sign that the sexy fun was about to start when I left Vic briefly in a bedroom to put our clothes and coats somewhere safe. As I was leaving the room she was chatting to our friend David, and when I returned Vic was sat on the edge of the bed in her black basque and stockings with David stood naked in front of her and she was sucking his big cock -- wow! At another party we were in the lounge area of the apartment late in the evening and I again left Vic and David talking and went to get us a drink from the bar in the kitchen area. When I returned with Vic's drink she was lay on her back on the sofa with her legs spread wide with David fucking her. Again wow!
There was a definite difference between those two experiences at Manchester parties and this night though. I am 100% sure that both instances in Manchester were instigated by David, even if Vic was a willing participant. David was a rather suave, confident, attractive guy, he really fancied Vic and had been around us a lot and was comfortable with us, so both times I know he led things. This night in Lancaster with Bruce was different because Vic initiated things herself, with Bruce obviously following her lead and not the other way around which is even hornier!
Seeing Vic with another guy that wasn't part of a couple swap (i.e. me with his wife at the same time) wasn't a new thing for me, and a guy joining us to make a threesome was something we had experienced and loved. Vic had fucked David numerous times at Manchester parties, plus a lovely, sexy guy called Andy at another party in a threesome with me. She had 3 men including me at the same time at a Valentines swingers party in Manchester which was amazing. That turned us on so much that when we got home we didn't even make it past the lounge before we tore each others clothes off and fucked like wild things on the floor.
But she was taking things to a new level here.
I didn't follow them out of the lounge immediately, I was stunned (in a good way), and left it 10 minutes or so before I went to find them. When I did and entered the bedroom they were in I was greeted with a sensational sight. Steve was lay on his back on the bed, Vic was on top of him energetically and enthusiastically riding him. She had her back to me, which meant I had a fantastic, awesome, incredibly horny view of Vic's lovely arse and Bruce's hard dick sliding in and out of her wet fanny lips. Vic was definitely loving it, the muscles in her bum tensing as she fucked him. Yes, she definitely was fucking him as much as he was fucking her, and she has told me since that he had a "nice thick cock, thicker than yours with nice big balls". I could see that his cock was thick because Vic's wet pussy lips looked stretched, and even though they were slick with her juices they gripped his cock as it slid in and out.
I had entered the room quietly, so I wasn't sure if Vic & Bruce were aware I was there. I was leaning against a set of drawers transfixed, watching the horny scene unfolding in front of me when Sue came into the room and joined me. She was naked apart from a skimpy thong, she stood next to me and reached inside my boxers for my hard cock and whispered in my ear "she looks so sexy fucking him doesn't she?" Because of her own experiences with her husband Pete I think Sue could instinctively tell how turned on I was by what I was seeing, and she knelt down and started to suck my cock as I watched Vic riding Bruce's dick.
It was mind blowing having my cock sucked as I was watching another man's cock inside my wife with his balls against her bum cheeks. As I was watching Vic's bum rise up to slide back down on Bruce's dick, as often happens to us all in the throes of passion, his dick slipped out of her pussy. Vic reached back under herself to take hold of it and guide it back between her lips and into her pussy, such a simple thing to do, but so horny for me watching. It meant to me that she obviously wanted his dick back inside her.
Sue sucked my cock for a while as I watched, then stood up and gave me a kiss and left me to carry on watching on my own. My heart was racing, my cock was rock hard and I was wanking as I continued to watch. Not too long after Sue had left the room Bruce began bucking up and fucking Vic faster, and I could tell from the noises he was making that he was cumming in the condom inside her. Wow, what a fucking sight it is seeing your wife make another man cum like that!
After he came Vic slumped forwards onto him and they stayed like that for a few moments, before she rolled off him and they lay on their sides kissing. Vic then continued with her surprises and did something else I didn't expect -- she rolled the cum filled condom off Bruce's cock and slid down his body and sucked his softening, cum covered cock! OMG wow!
I left Vic and Bruce on the bed and returned to the lounge where there were a few people drinking and talking. I said hello to Pete Sue's husband who is a nice fella, and we had a chat about the football. It was such a normal man to man conversation, but it was surreal because earlier in the night he had been fucking and cumming inside my wife and me the same with his, and only minutes earlier she had been sucking my cock!
I left Pete chatting to someone else and I took my drink and sat on the sofa and said hello a woman in a black basque and stockings. She was attractive and I could clearly see her tits and nipples through the fabric of the basque. We struck up a conversation and she told me her name was Dawn. She and her husband enjoyed the parties, but she couldn't really join in that night because she had recently had surgery on her spine and was still recovering. Despite this she still loved the thrill of dressing up sexily and knowing her husband was having fun somewhere in the lodge.
She obviously asked me who I was with so I told her about Vic. She asked where Vic was so I told her quite openly what I had just seen, and she asked me the obvious question "Why didn't you join in with them?" My answer is the same now as it was then -- "I don't know". However, I do now think that if the party was tonight and I had the same opportunity I WOULD DEFINITELY join in. I enjoyed talking to Dawn, she was free and open in talking about what she enjoyed sexually, what turned her on and off which was a turn on for me, so I was enjoying chatting to her (and looking at her lovely, big tits and nipples!).
It was not the norm for me to be apart from Vic so much at a party, in fact it was unprecedented, but it didn't feel wrong that night. I didn't see Vic and Bruce return to the lounge, in fact I didn't see Bruce or his wife again that night. Because I hadn't seen Vic or Bruce return to the lounge I assumed that they were still in the bedroom together for the rest of the time I was in the lounge, but I was mistaken. It was late, we had an hour to drive home in the dark, I was getting pretty tired and was 100% ready to leave when I went to find Vic, and I was in for a real surprise......when I found her in a bedroom it wasn't Bruce she was with, but Steve...
Written from Victoria's perspective
My memories of the early part of the night in Halton Hall are not the clearest, but I remember Jim & I had some fun on the big bed with lots of other people having sex around us, which is always really sexy. Pete & Sue were on the bed with us and Pete does like to make a bee-line for me. I do like him, he is such a nice guy, but I always notice when we do have fun with them that he does have a really small dick, but it never stops us from having fun together!
I was feeling so relaxed and sexy when Jim and I took a break from the big bed and returned to the lounge. I was feeling so good in just my red basque and nothing else, I had a huge sexual "buzz" that the parties sometimes gave me, it just felt great. Then chatting with Jo, Bruce's wife about Steve, that was interesting. She was full of praise for the sex she had just enjoyed with him, she had a real "day-dreamy" look in her eyes as she was describing what a great cock he had, and if I got the chance I really should experience the way he used it.
Then I loved teasing Jim, knowing he would love me snogging Jo's husband Bruce so deeply in the lounge and leading him by the hand to a bedroom, it felt so naughty, so sexy, it gave me an almost electrical thrill. I am usually at ease at clubs and parties because I know that Jim is always happy to let me relax and he will be the "sensible" one. I don't drink lots at parties, a couple of glasses of wine or Prosecco to loosen up a touch, Jim always drives so doesn't drink at all, he looks out for me which allows me to just follow my feelings and instincts. You would be wrong though if you thought I led Bruce by the hand to the bedroom to fuck him just to tease Jim, that is not true. I found him attractive, knew he was really lusting after me which was a big turn on, and after that passionate snogging and fondling I WANTED to fuck him.
I KNEW Jim would follow us, so I led Bruce past a couple of rooms with people in them to a quiet bedroom where we tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and resumed our passionate kiss. His hands explored my body, I moaned as Bruce caressed my bum, my thighs and my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden as he felt all of me, and as my legs opened I gasped as his fingers parted my very wet fanny lips and slipped inside me, probing and feeling how wet and aroused I was.
I moved my hands down his body and felt his hard cock through his boxers, and rubbed it as Bruce made me gasp as he continued to explore my fanny and clit with his fingers. I tugged the waistband of his shorts down making his hard cock spring free, and as I pulled his shorts down I cupped his big balls in my palm. His cock was uncut with a foreskin like Jim's, but that is where the similarities ended. Bruce's cock was slightly shorter than Jim's but much thicker, his balls felt bigger and it was a huge sexual thrill for me to feel another cock and balls that felt so different to my husband's.
Bruce broke from our kiss and asked if he could fuck me. My reply was "I'd love that and so would Jim". Reaching past him I opened a condom from the bedside table.
I surprised Bruce when I put the condom in my mouth and bent down and put it over the head of his hard dick with my mouth, which really turned him on. I stretched and rolled the condom down his thick shaft, then lay back, spreading my legs wide. Bruce moved above me, knelt between my thighs and I felt the head of his cock probing for the entrance to my fanny. I looked down between us (such a horny sight to see a hard cock about to penetrate you), reached down and took hold of his shaft and guided the head between my wet lips and into my fanny. Bruce groaned and pushed forwards until he was fully inside me. He started fucking me, slowly at first but as I encouraged him and wrapped my legs around him he started pounding quicker and harder.
As his passions rose he was grunting in pleasure as his hips were driving backwards and forwards, pounding his cock into me. We were both in a sexual frenzy, and as we rolled around the bed I found myself in a position to straddle him and fuck him with me on top. It felt so good to rise and sink my fanny down on the thickness of his cock, and lean forward so my breasts were close to his face, inviting him to feel them and suck my nipples as we fucked.
I don't know exactly when Jim found us and came into the bedroom because I was focussed on the great time I was having with Bruce, but I KNEW he would follow us and I KNEW that he would love what I had done in taking Bruce to the bedroom. I do know Jim was there at one point, I saw him leaning against the drawers watching us fuck, but then when I looked again he had left.
After I got on top and I was riding him, Bruce was loving it and couldn't stop himself from shafting me with increasing force, fast and hard as his orgasm built. Even though his cock was inside a condom, as his orgasm burst inside me the walls of my vagina could feel the pulsing spasms in his thick cock as he moaned loudly. We kissed and I lay on him for what seemed like ages and regained my breath, but in reality it was probably only a minute or two.
I got Bruce's cock hard again pretty quickly by taking the condom off and sucking his cock until I could feel him swell and harden again in my mouth. We were going to fuck for a second time but had to stop as Bruce's wife Jo joined us. I think Bruce thought he had struck gold and she was joining us for a threesome, but instead she told Bruce that they had a message from their babysitter and they had to leave straight away. Jim says he saw me sucking Bruce's cock after he had cum, so he must have been there not long before I left the room myself.
Bruce gave me a last hug and deep kiss, thanked me for a great time and Jo and him left.
After they left I made my way back towards the lounge, and still feeling that "post naughty fuck excitement" I ran into Sue. We started talking about what a great time we were both having, and I heard for the second time that night all about the prowess of Steve. Sue told me she had fucked Steve many times before and she re-enforced everything that Jo had told me about him. She told me excitedly that he had a really good body, a fabulous dick and was such a great fuck, almost word for word what Jo had told me earlier in the evening in the kitchen. Sue said he was something special and that I should try him, she smiled wickedly and almost whispered a tease that she knew where he was right now, that she was going there and I really should come with her.
I was intrigued by such rave reviews from two women in the space of a couple of a couple of hours about having great sex with this man. I was still on a sexual high from my time with Bruce, feeling confident, carefree and very horny, so I was excited to go along with Sue and maybe see for myself what they were talking about in such glowing terms. Unlike earlier in the night when I cheekily led Bruce from the lounge, this was not about teasing Jim but was something I wanted to do for myself and I had no hesitation in going with her.
Like excited friends sharing a naughty secret Sue took my hand and we headed to one of the bedrooms, Sue almost naked in just a little white thong and me in just my red basque (I was getting very comfortable that night with no knickers to cover my modesty!).
As we walked into the bedroom I saw Steve for the first time since I had seen him when we all met in the pub at the start of the night. This time though he looked different, but definitely more sexy! He was naked on the bed with a woman, she was on her back with her legs spread wide, and I had a real "stop and stare" moment looking at Steve's athletic body between her thighs shagging her. Steve noticed we were there, and though he looked at us both he showed no signs of stopping what he was doing.
Sue had no hesitation in boldly getting on the bed joining Steve and his friend, leaving me standing at the side watching them. Sue moved across the bed so she was kneeling over Steve, and I watched with growing excitement as she started kissing and touching him, and then leaning further between them and kissing the other woman as Steve was shagging her. God I was so horny stood by that bed watching!
As Sue was kissing the other woman while Steve continued shagging her, he looked at me then patted the bed and asked me "Do you want to join us?". Because I was feeling so horny, and it felt so naughty, without another thought I gladly did. When I crawled over the bed closer to the other three, Steve had three women on the bed to himself -- what a lucky man!
I would never think of myself as bi, I have had some brief experiences at parties and clubs, and always felt it is not really for me, but what I did next on that bed, that night, just felt right. As I knelt next to the other three I couldn't resist the urge to join in, so I started fondling and exploring Sue's tits and nipples as she kissed Steve. After few moments she broke away from kissing Steve and we were knelt facing each other, then Sue kissed me on the lips.
My senses went into overdrive, especially my sense of touch and sense of smell.
I had loved the passionate way both Jim and Bruce had kissed me earlier in the night, hungrily, wantonly, urgently expressing a real need for me and an expectation of what was to come. They had stubble and beard on their chins, which I found manly and attractive but also abrasive, and it felt rough as it kneaded the soft skin on my face.
My kiss with Sue was equally as passionate as my kisses with the men, but it was so, so different to any man's kiss, definitely a softer, gentler, more tantalising encounter. Josie's mouth was smaller, her lips were plump and juicy, she tasted like a succulent plum. Her kiss was soft, slow and tender, but still demanded a response but was in real contrast to the men, and turned me on in a totally different way. Still kissing gently, but becoming bolder, our lips began to move with the silky feel of two butterflies entwined. The guys had smelled good - aftershave and masculinity - but Sue's scent made my head spin, she was feminine, her skin smelled of Cocoa Butter and she smelled DIVINE.
As we were kissing kneeling face to face, Sue tenderly freed my breasts from my basque, took them in her hands and almost delicately, lovingly fondled them. She gently took my hard, responsive nipples and softly rolled them between her thumb and fingers. It sent shivers down my spine, I loved the way she made me feel, it just felt so so sexy. I took her small, firm breasts in my own hands again, and like did before I began teasing her big, hard nipples with my own fingers.
I was caught up in the moment so I kissed down from Sue's lips, my own lips gently caressing her neck causing her to gasp, which added more fuel to my own burning desire. I kissed further down Sue's body, reaching her breasts, her nipples responding and seemed to harden even more to the touch of my lips. Like me Sue has pink, disc shaped areola, and she moaned in pleasure as I circled them with my tongue before sucking the hard nipple between my lips. There was a real sensuality to our touches, kisses and caresses. If this had been a man, and me obviously wearing no knickers, he would have paid much less attention to my breasts, but Sue and I had no rush, no race to get to a goal, we just basked in the sensations we were feeling and creating.
I glanced at Steve who was watching us intently, his muscular bum moving rhythmically as he continued to to shag the woman under him, but his eyes met mine and they never left Sue and I.
There was a big difference between the way the men had handled and sucked on my breasts almost "urgently" earlier in the night, and the tender, erotic way that Sue teased them. In the moment with the men earlier I had loved their attention, but this was a different, more sensual feeling. I have sensitive breasts and nipples and love them played with, and the sensations Sue was creating in them were gorgeous, causing me to shudder in pleasure. All this was made even hornier by the fact that Steve was looking at me all the time as he continued shagging -- my god, what a turn on!!
Without wanting to sound conceited it quickly became apparent that I had changed Steve's focus and it wasn't long before the shagging stopped and the third woman left us. Now, with just three of us on the bed, Sue had left my breasts to return to kissing Steve again, playing with his big, hard, impressive looking dick as I watched. I was watching but I made no move to join them again, but I think Sue must have sensed in him that he really wanted me, so she soon left us alone on the bed. Steve had just had the scenario that is just about every straight man's fantasy in the palm of his hand. He had 3 horny women on the bed with him, all turned on, available to him in full sex mode, and despite that opportunity he wanted and lusted after JUST ME. That is a powerful turn on for any woman.
Now alone, Steve & I moved together on the bed and started kissing passionately, our hands exploring each others bodies. Steve has the body of a man who obviously works out, and as I ran my hands down his flat stomach I had my first touch of his huge, thick, rock hard cock and big heavy balls. I gazed down and was enraptured by the size of Steve's appendage, Jo and Sue had been entirely accurate in their descriptions earlier. He was fully shaven so it was another thrill because it looked and felt so different to what I am used to. Sue had removed the condom he had used to fuck the other woman earlier and his cock was standing up hard and proud perpendicular to his stomach.
I ran my hand over it and felt that it had a foreskin, but again that is where the similarity with Jim's cock ended (and the same goes for every other cock I had felt before, this was different for me). In my hand it felt hot, firm and dense, even the smooth skin on his veiny, meaty shaft felt thick. It's length and girth both surprised and turned me on in equal measure. I have to say at this point that big cocks have never really featured in my fantasies, I have never been hooked up on dick size, but as I stroked the sensitive tip of the big, bulbous head of Steve's cock I thought to myself that it could definitely satisfy any woman lucky enough to try it. I was now giddy with excitement, and surprised myself with how eager I was to find out for myself how it would feel inside me.
Steve is a big, strong guy, and he could have easily been rough and dominant, but he touched me gently and tenderly everywhere, something that surprised me and again when we met later at a party in Wilmslow. I am not really sure if it was Steve's skills as a lover, or how turned on I was by the events of the night (probably a mixture of the two), but I was tingling all over and incredibly aroused. Steve softly kissed his way down from my lips to my breasts and nipples, and then down to my waiting fanny. I felt another surge of sexual excitement as I felt his breath on my fanny lips, I was so very wet and turned on.
He easily slipped a finger slowly inside me, and at the same time starting to lick & suck my clit between his lips and tease it with his tongue in a way that felt so good. I was moaning, revelling in the growing tide of sensations, he wasn't devouring me hard and fast, more coaxing me towards where I so wanted to go. I was writhing on bed pushing my hips upwards onto his mouth, my hands on his shaven head between my legs forcing his mouth further onto my fanny, as though holding it there so he wouldn't stop. I was loving what he was doing and wasn't aware that Jim had joined us in the bedroom, but he "brought me back to reality" with his "Fancy a vodka and coke?" question. Had Jim not done that I am certain Steve would have been the only person other than Jim to give me a full on orgasm.
I know Steve really wanted me that night, he had made that really obvious when I joined the other two ladies on the bed with him. I could feel and sense from the moment I walked into the bedroom how much he lusted after me, and if I am honest I wanted to fuck him too, it would have been the next, natural step. I know that statement is a change of course from the usual "together approach" Jim & I have at parties and clubs, but it did just feel horny and right at the time, and you can only go with what you feel. I imagine Steve was frustrated that I had to leave that night before we could finish what we had started, and I think I was too but I would always put Jim first when I hear our code word.
So as Jim wrote at the start of the prologue, Wilmslow occurred as much as a result of what didn't happen at Halton Hall as what did happen.....
THE WILMSLOW HOUSE PARTY
Early in the night
Jim's Perspective
We had checked out the people at the party when we arrived around 9pm, feeling the usual mixture of nervous butterflies in the stomach and sexual excitement, something we we always felt. We never got to the stage where that feeling was missing, where parties and clubs became mundane, and we said if we ever did we would have stopped. As usual I thought Victoria was the best looking woman there. She looked great in a slinky, figure hugging grey dress and black stockings, her hair down looking just how I love it, and I knew underneath the dress she looked even sexier.
I knew when we agreed we were going to the party in Wilmslow that Steve would be there and would want to fuck Vic. He had probably wanted to since the first time he saw her in the pub before the Halton Hall party, and he'd had a taste of how good she is both literally and metaphorically! What I didn't know was how fast he would move, and at that point I had no idea about his stamina and performance.
We moved to the living room after getting our drinks from the kitchen, and relaxed into the sexually charged atmosphere that is unique to these parties, everyone drinking and chatting like a "normal party" but everyone knows why we are there which creates a real sexual tension!. As usual Vic drank her wine faster than I drank my bottle of 0% alcohol beer. I went back to the kitchen for refills, unaware that as I left the room she had become Steve's "prey". It is ironic really that it was Steve's wife, in her usual place in the kitchen, who showed me where to find the white wine bottle to fill Vic's glass. It was a wonderful "shock" for me coming back from the kitchen, drinks in hand and seeing Vic and Steve passionately kissing -- wow!!
Victoria's Perspective
I'm not sure what Jim did or did not see throughout that party night in Wilmslow, but what I DO know is that Steve couldn't get enough me. I felt straight away that it was definitely his "game plan" to pounce on me at the earliest opportunity. Having had a sample of what he had to offer at Halton Hall, if I was pounced on then I needed very little persuasion to be the tiger's very willing prey! It felt very horny to be lusted after so much, and I knew it would turn Jim on too. I knew Steve was watching me from the moment we arrived at the party, after all we did have unfinished business from the last time we met.
I could sense his eyes on me from the moment we arrived, we had made eye contact across the room a few times, and as soon as Jim left me on my own for a second to go to the kitchen to get us drinks, he made his move. He immediately came over to me, looked at me intently and told me how much he had wanted me since Halton Hall and went straight in for the kiss & it felt so good. His hands touched me tenderly, they were everywhere, my neck, my arse and my tits....wow, I was turned on already!
The next steps
Victoria's Perspective
I know that it was a turn on for Jim as well as me when he came back with my drink and saw Steve and I snogging passionately, and I wasn't aware that Jim had stood watching for a while before interrupting us. He could tell I was "flushed" and excited, I told him that Steve really wanted me, and I felt bold and confident enough to ask Jim if it was OK to "go upstairs with him and fuck him".
After getting Jim's OK and agreeing to meet Steve up in the bedroom, going up the stairs a couple of minutes later knowing I was going to Steve was exhilarating. I was tingling with excitement knowing I was going to have a good fuck, he was a fit, athletic, strong and sexy man, shaven head, not a pretty boy, more rugged (think English actor Ross Kemp). No wonder I found him attractive, physically he ticked all of the boxes for me so I knew he was definitely "my type", and I had also already felt ALL of him at Halton Hall. As an added bonus I had in the back of my mind what Jo & Sue in Lancaster had both said. They had obviously been very complimentary about what he did with them in the bedroom, and they were so keen for me experience what they both had.
At that point in the evening knowing it was going to turn Jim on was also a big part of the thrill for me. As we went upstairs I realised that one of the suspender straps had come away from my stocking at the back of one of my legs, so Jim & I went to the bathroom to fix it before going to the bedroom. I was wearing a sexy black basque with black stockings and suspenders, with matching sexy knickers, my hair and make up looked good, and I knew that I had fully prepared my whole body for this evening during a long soak in the bath at home earlier, so with everything now in place I felt really good and ready for Steve.
Jim's Perspective
I was stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding when I came back into the lounge with our drinks and saw Vic and Steve passionately kissing, obviously very into each other, unaware that I had returned. My heart was racing as I saw their bodies entwined in a deep embrace, the sight was both mesmerising and a little intimidating at the same time. I found it a huge turn on, but I was unsure whether or not I should turn around and pretend I hadn't come back, or should I interrupt them and "break the spell? So I actually did neither, and just stood with drink in hand watching them. The feeling then, and at other times through the night, was like being alternately slapped in the face and punched in the gut by Victoria's left hand, and at the same time her right hand was doing secret things to my cock that only she knew how to do to make it iron hard.
Vic finally broke away and Steve turned away and left, unaware that I was there, and an obviously excited and slightly breathless Vic told me he had made a bee-line for her as soon as I had left the room. He had told her how much she turned him on, how much he wanted her, he had kissed her pretty much straight away, and confirmed how much he had wanted to fuck her since their time together in Halton Hall. She had an excitement in her eyes as she then said that if I was OK with it she wanted to fuck him too...... Good question, was I OK with it? We are usually a "have fun together" couple, but the dial of that dynamic had moved slightly at the party in Halton Hall. This didn't sound like any plan that involved me, so I had to ask myself that same question, was I OK with it?
Vic had done everything but fuck Steve the last time they had met so.....this was a new feeling for me, but also a massive, awesome, heart racing turn on and I was more than OK with it!
Vic went over and told Steve that we both agreed that she should meet him upstairs in one of the bedrooms. Watching her do that simple thing, just a short walk across the lounge and a brief chat with Steve was a real dichotomy for me, both tortuous and sexually thrilling at the same time -- a second, slap, gut punch and cock squeeze moment of the night! Going upstairs a few minutes later with Vic and spending time sorting out her suspenders and stockings in the bathroom, knowing it was for her to go to another man who was full of lust waiting for her in the bedroom, knowing that she was equally keen to fuck him was "fantastic torture" for me. I fixed the stockings, and as Vic took off her grey dress and left it with me she looked fantastic in her sexy underwear and shoes, incredibly sexy.
Leaving her in the bedroom with Steve and not being part of everything she did that night was not the norm, but also not completely different after our night at Halton Hall. This did feel different though, a whole new level of "gut wrench" for me compared to anything we had done before, but it was something I found incredibly sexy too.
In the bedroom
Victoria's Perspective
I walked into the bedroom with a feeling of anticipation and real sexual excitement, my senses tingling and my heart racing. Steve was already keenly waiting for me sat on the bed in just his boxer shorts. I approached him, leant into him and we tumbled onto the bed, kissing eagerly. My hands quickly roamed over his chiselled chest and broad, muscly shoulders -- I remembered fondly from our first meeting in Halton Hall that Steve obviously took care of himself. At the same time he was also exploring all of my own willing body, eagerly pulling off my sexy knickers as I kicked off my shoes.
Steve quickly pulled off his boxer shorts and I saw and felt his huge, thick, shaven, rock hard dick again. Though I had felt it before in Halton Hall I was still surprised and excited by its length and thickness, it felt like it had heat and strength and I loved how different it felt. My hand moved further underneath his cock to feel his substantial, heavy balls. His sizeable orbs were hairless like his cock, like giant walnuts, his lengthy shaft towering above them - My god this man had me turned on to boiling point!
We were passionately kissing, rolling around the bed with that sexual energy you can only get in the build up to great sex, so I it felt natural for me to want to have Steve's dick in my mouth, and for him to want to taste my very wet fanny. Sucking a dick always feels so sexy for me, and it had added excitement this night because Steve's cock looked and felt so different in my hands. When I held it to suck it I could barely get my hand around his girth, and when I had two hands on the shaft the big, thick head was still free for my mouth. It was exciting and a huge turn on to run my tongue all around the head, teasing, tasting, then slowly and deliberately taking the head in my mouth. It felt incredibly sexy too as I rubbed it over my breasts and nipples as I love to do, the size making it look and feel so different to when I do this with Jim.
Steve rolled onto his back and told me that he wanted to taste me as I sucked his cock, so I manoeuvred my body around, reached my leg over his head and straddled his face. As I knelt over him I felt his big strong hands take hold of my buttocks and gently pull them apart to allow him better access to my most intimate parts. I felt exposed and massively turned on at the same time. As I greedily sucked and wanked his big cock into my mouth with two hands, Steve repeatedly ran his tongue from my bum, down my fanny lips to my clit and back again and slipped his fingers inside me. I had neatly trimmed the downy hair above my fanny earlier, and shaven my lips in the bath so as he did this they were devastatingly sensitive.
I already knew that Steve was really good at licking my fanny from our encounter in Halton Hall. If we hadn't been interrupted that night he would definitely have been the first man other than Jim to give me a full on orgasm. He had a great way of sucking and licking my clit as he fingered me that felt so good, and he genuinely seemed to love it. After teasing each other like this for a while, I could sense the tension building and felt Steve was moving and was desperate to fuck me, which again added to the thrill for me, and if I am honest I really wanted to fuck him too.
So I unwrapped a condom from the bedside table, locked eyes with him and put the condom onto his dick with my mouth, all the time maintaining eye contact with him. I could tell he found this really horny as I knew it would. The condom barely fit over the width of Steve's dick, but once I had rolled it over the head and part way down his shaft (it, didn't get anywhere near covering the whole length), I lay on my back with my legs outstretched. I could feel my inner and outer labia open as my legs fell apart, knowing that my clitoris, though small, would be hard and protruding. Steve was watching me avidly, and he could see how wet and engorged my cunny was. My juices were flowing, ready and inviting Steve's big cock into my most intimate, sacred parts. Steve leaned over me and lowered himself, supporting himself on one hand as he held the shaft of his cock with the other and edged the bulbous head between my wet lips.
It felt exquisite, my body electrified, and I gasped as he slowly pushed his hips forward and his cock slid inch by inch into my dewy crevice, stretching the walls of my vagina until the full length of his cock was inside me, his heavy balls, much heavier than John's, were resting against my perineum between my cunny and bum. Steve was looking into my eyes the whole time, as though judging my reaction, probably knowing from experience that if we were going to fuck I had to be able to take his length and girth. If I am honest, I had thought about this moment many times since the party at Halton Hall, wondering how it would feel, and in reality it felt better than I ever could have imagined. As if still making sure that I was OK he slowly started to slide his cock in and out, only gradually increasing his tempo.
Jim asked me some time ago about my clearest memory of my time in the bedroom that night with Steve. My most vivid memory is me lying on the bed, on my back with my legs in the air, Steve on his knees between my legs holding my ankles wide and vigorously fucking me. As he was fucking me he was looking down at me, keeping eye contact with me and I could clearly see the pleasure and satisfaction on his face, which was a huge turn on for me.
He rhythmically drove his thick, hard stem into me, pulling its full length out of me and then driving back into me forcefully like a metronome. This man had power and stamina to burn. With his big, strong frame above me as I lay on my back with my legs wide and him between them, Steve regularly held my gaze and told me "Look at me". He clearly loved looking at me as he fucked me, to see on my face the obvious signs of the pleasure he was giving me. My hips raised in response to his pounding as we see-sawed together, our tempo intensifying. It was fantastic and so stimulating to feel his big, full, heavy balls slam against me.
Big, firm, full balls are a real added thrill for me. I am not sure why they turn me on so much, maybe it is driven by a subconscious, primeval, fertility thing that presses my animalistic buttons, but whatever it is Steve was definitely pressing those buttons! Steve has big, heavy, corpulent balls, and they added new layers of sensation as they slammed against my perineum & bum, obviously meaning the whole length and width of his cock was briefly inside me, filling me completely before pulling out to drive in again. The feelings seemed to turn my whole body into one big erogenous zone and our hard fucking felt synchronised, my mind feeling fuzzy and euphoric. My passion was building like a volcano ready to burst its lava, making my honey pot fluids cover Steve's big cock and balls, soaking both us and the bed in a way that was like nothing I had experienced before.
Without warning Steve would suddenly stop his jack-hammer thrusting, quickly kneel up onto his knees and slide most of his long cock out of my cunny. When just the head was pushing against my opening, he held one of my ankles in one hand to keep my legs apart and gripped the shaft of his dick in his other hand. He then rubbed the big, heavy, bulbous head hard and fast up and down the cleft between my cunny lips and over my clit. OMG!!!! Jim has done something similar many times and it always feels really good and makes me very wet, but this was taking those sensations to an entirely different level.
I lost count of the times Steve did this, and every time he did he made me gush and squirt over him and the bed, losing myself in the incredible, intense feelings that made my cunny so sensitive. The extra size and weight of his cock obviously added something new. I squirted so much, I have never soaked a bed like I did that night, he made me the wettest I have ever been. I was vaguely conscious that any words I was saying were almost incoherent. I was making moaning noises, it must have looked to him that spasms were wracking my body but also made him and anyone else aware that I was loving what he was doing.
I feel that I have two distinctly different type of orgasm. One is what I would say is a Vagina Orgasm, where the stimulation causes me to gush and squirt, like with Steve here, and is centred on my cunny and my g spot inside, and it feels fantastic. I can experience lots of these as I did with Steve here, and once the squirt has ended I can immediately be stimulated/fucked/teased again.
The second is what I would say is a Full Body Orgasm, and is driven by my clitoris, and is almost never achieved through penetration. The clit stimulation needed for this varies, and depends on the situation, the mood, my feelings, etc. I feel orgasms like this in my whole body, it causes my legs to clamp together, contractions everywhere and an electric shock from my head to my cunny. Oh yes, and please don't touch my clit for 10 minutes afterwards, as it is undoubtedly the most sensitive point in the whole universe! This is where I was headed with Steve if we hadn't been interrupted at Halton Hall the first time we met, and Jim is the only person to have made this happen (apart from me masturbating obviously).
The fucking between Steve and I was hard almost all of the time, and though the two hours left my cunny bruised and sore the next day and for a few days after, never once did it hurt at the time. Steve obviously has a very big cock and he had great stamina fucking me with it, but it just felt great that night. I remember being on my hands and knees with Steve fucking me from behind, and I didn't know it at the time but we had an audience in the doorway all the time we were in the bedroom. I wish I had known this at the time because I think it would have added another layer to the thrill of what we were doing, maybe bringing out even more of the exhibitionist in me.
As I was kneeling on my hands and knees on the bed facing the window with Steve behind me ready to fuck me, the people watching from the doorway would have had a fantastic view. As he started to fuck me like this I could feel and even hear his heavy balls slapping against me, this time against my cunny lips and clit which felt amazing. His big cock was obviously going deeper inside me than any other cock before or since, but it was pleasure not pain I was feeling.
This is my absolute favourite sexual position, it seems to stimulate me both mentally and physically. Physically it feels almost primeval, and it always feels as though I am just penetrated deeper like this. Mentally it takes us back to our animal instincts, maybe it is also a position of vulnerability for me, a position where I offer myself to the man, and I am definitely the one BEING FUCKED.
Steve is a big, athletic man, and as I said sex with him was hard and fast, but despite that I found him considerate too. I am obviously small, and he is a big guy who could easily have left me feeling squashed if he had lay on me when we were fucking and I was on my back, especially when he leaned in kissing me, or when I was lay on my front with him fucking me from behind. But he never once made me feel "squashed", always supporting himself above me as we fucked. I think the difference in our builds, my slight build and him a big, powerful, rugged guy who could have thrown little me around the bed, but instead he was unexpectedly tender, that really added something for me.
Jim's Perspective
It's strange but nobody seemed to go into the bedroom to disturb Vic & Steve all night, but the landing area was busy with people watching them from the doorway. This in itself is unusual -- at parties the bedrooms tend to be open and communal, with lots of people sharing the bed space, but from what I saw that night Steve and Vic were left alone. I obviously didn't see everything she did in the bedroom that night, but whatever they were doing attracting a lot of attention from other party-goers. These people watching were not inexperienced newbies who had never seen other people having sex before, they were experienced swingers who still wanted to get their turn in the doorway to watch.
I could have joined Vic and Steve, and I could have joined in with a few other people around the house too as the party continued in other rooms. I had taken Vic's dress with me when she went into the bedroom, and I had put it safely in the front room downstairs so I knew where it was. At one point I went in to check it was still there, the lights were dimmed I could see and Sue was fucking a guy. He was sat on the sofa and she was straddling his lap riding him, it looked really horny and I watched them for a few minutes. Sue was looking at me as she fucked him, and I could easily have joined them, but I think I was just caught up in the moment and my mind was filled with thoughts of Vic. I didn't really understand what that "Hotwife's hubby/cuck" feeling was all about, a new and novel experience for me that took some understanding until I just went with it and loved it.
Victoria's Perspective
In what was probably the first hour of our time in the bedroom I remember Steve on his back with me on top, riding him for ages - he really does have great staying power. Despite how big and thick his dick is, and how much it filled me in that position, again it was real pleasure not pain I was feeling. My thighs and buttocks began to ache, and Steve obviously prides himself on his self control and ability to hold off from ejaculating, but me riding him hard like that did make him lose control, grab my thighs, push up his hips and groan as he came in the condom inside me.
I loved making him lose that control, loved looking down as I was rocking hard on his cock and seeing his face contort in the glorious agony of a climax, much as he had enjoyed seeing mine when he was kneeling above me and telling me to look at him as he fucked me hard. After he came that first time we flopped onto the bed and rested a couple of minutes, and I assumed that we would be getting up and leaving, but Steve started gently playing with my tits and kissing me, his dick getting hard again and I knew he hadn't finished with me yet!
The second time Steve came it was inside me again. I remember I was lying on my front, my hips slightly raised to give him full access to my cunny from behind, and it was so sexy feeling him on top of me. He was behind me and I could feel his thighs and flat stomach against my bum, his big cock fucking me deep, hard and fast for ages again. It felt fantastic, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me, and he almost growled at me that he was about to cum, which was a big turn on for me before he came inside me.
Jim's Perspective
I returned to the bedroom door area many times over that two hours, a couple of times standing next to a couple who were enjoying watching Vic and Steve. The guy of the couple was alternately playing with his partner's exposed tits and fingering her while she wanked him. Every time I looked into the room Vic was making the pleasure noises I recognised, and her cries of "Yes, Yes, Yes" reassured me she was loving what she was doing as she and Steve fucked.
When Steve was first sat on the bed waiting for Victoria. the mattress had a sheet neatly covering it. After their two hours of fucking the sheet was "scrunched up" into a corner of the bed, testament to their energetic, hard and fast fucking. As I watched them Vic was gripping the bedsheet tightly in her hands, her face and movements were as if she was in pain, but I know that it was pure pleasure. The mattress was soaked at the end of the night, so wet that Steve said afterwards that he would have to throw it out.
Afterthoughts
Victoria's Perspective
Steve has the biggest, thickest dick I have ever had, so no wonder my cunny was so swollen and bruised the next day after a 2 hour session with him fucking in every position. It was worth it though, it was a fantastic fuck. There is a well known saying that "Size doesn't matter, its what you do with it that counts".
This is undeniably true when you are talking about making love with a hubby you love with all your heart and soul, then there is absolutely no issue with average. I have loved one particular average sized cock unconditionally for more than 20 years! However, when it is a raw, intense, almost impersonal fuck such as this, then length and girth definitely adds excitement, a big point of difference and a wow factor. When it is enjoying each others bodies just for the great sex with zero emotional investment, then big is good, but very big and very thick is great!
When Jim came into the bedroom and asked "Do you want a Vodka and Coke?" I had no idea that I had been on the bed with Steve for two hours, that just didn't seem possible. The intensity of the sex that night, the marathon 2 hours, added to the size of Steve's dick made my fanny give me physical reminders of the night regularly over the next few days as I was swollen and bruised.
My mind also repeatedly wandered to memories of the night, and it sometimes felt in the days after that I could think of little else! I know Jim wanted to fuck me the following day, but I really was too sore and swollen, and it did feel surreal lying on our bed at home with him gently putting bruise cream on my fanny and perineum. As Jim put cream on the outside, I thought it best not to mention that inside my fanny was just as bruised! Looking back these are the two extremes which highlight what swinging is. The hard, almost animal sex with someone who is for sex and sex alone, and the gentle, loving touches of a life partner you love.
I have to admit to having regular pangs of guilt for going "off script" and playing on my own at both parties without first discussing things with Jim, and I definitely feel guilty art the thought of him on his own at both parties, that is not what we set out to do when we first talked about swinging. Jim is not at all concerned though, and just sees it as a great experience -- it is great to have such a loving and supportive husband.
As much as it was a brilliant experience and definitely worth the soreness and discomfort afterwards to have experienced what I did, the 2 hours of that sex with that cock was too long. That said, if we had the opportunity under the right circumstances to do it again for ONE hour then would I......? Yes I would!
Jim's Perspective
When I was watching Victoria that night she always seemed to be in the "standard missionary position" on her back, which led me to believe until recently that she had stayed in that one position throughout her time with Steve. I was obviously wrong in this assumption because she told me when I asked some time later "he had me all ways, fucked me in all positions....". It was a huge turn on for me finding this out and is definitely why I am always so keen to hear about everything I didn't see that night, like her on top riding him, Steve fucking her from behind, her sucking his cock and him licking her pussy, etc.
I loved the fact that every time I "checked in" that night to make sure she was OK she appeared to be loving it, squirting and absolutely soaking the mattress, even after two hours she was still moaning and writhing as much as she was after 20 minutes. She had no idea when I told her she had been in the bedroom fucking Steve for that long, obviously time flies when you are having fun! It's so weird but it even felt good picking up her discarded shoes and knickers from the bedroom floor for her as she seemed a little dazed!
To be fair to Vic, both times I asked her if she "wanted a Vodka and Coke" she immediately left what she was doing and went with me. Steve obviously wasn't aware of our code word, and despite the two hours fucking with Vic that night he looked like he could carry on for another two! I had Vic's dress with me, and I collected the rest of her discarded things and we went to the bathroom for her to freshen up and dress to leave.
It was a strange feeling when we went down the stairs together to see Steve fully dressed in the hallway talking to Sue's hubby Pete. We are polite people so it is always good manners to thank your hosts for their invite and hospitality when you are leaving, but as I shook hands with Steve it almost felt as though I was thanking him for fucking Vic!
The "aftershocks" lasted for ages afterwards for me. That night and the following day not being able to fuck Vic myself because she was too sore was in itself a strange thrill that I am beginning to understand. Instead of having sex afterwards as we usually would, gently applying cream onto her bruised, shaven, pussy lips and perineum the next morning, clearly seeing how swollen she was and knowing what had caused the soreness and bruising still felt strangely good for me.
Whether it was true or just my imagination I felt Vic had a look and an air about her the said "I can't believe that just happened", a bit dazed, and to be honest I felt the same so rational thinking wasn't easy. When the soreness subsided we did have great, explosive sex in the days and weeks after, almost re-affirming that we had each other, we were closer than ever, riding a wave of horniness like we always did after our encounters. I did think about it many, many times in the years since, and it still turns me on to this day.
Both those party nights confirmed for me that I love to watch Victoria fuck another man. Steve was great because he is obviously a fit, athletic handsome guy with fantastic staying power and stamina, but if he had been all those things but with a small cock it would not have been the same. The fact that he had those traits and qualities and also had a big cock with real length and girth added so much to it. As much as Victoria says that Steve was a "bloody good fuck", I know that I am married to a woman who is a GREAT fuck, and watching HER is the biggest thrill for me. x
