Adventures In Swinging, Ch. 10: How It All Ended free porn video

After my experience with Dan and Lisa, I wasn’t actively looking for another “hotwife” couple. Shortly after I severed ties with the two of them, however, I received a message on our swinging website. I had reached out to Phil and Danielle shortly before meeting Dan and Lisa. I was not only intrigued by the photos they included in their profile, but also with their sincere and articulate description of themselves.

Danielle was just my type of woman: blonde and petite, and with an exquisite backside. I had always been a sucker for a great derriere. Unlike most couples on the site that purposely obscured their identity from the public, they included several photos of her face along with several shots of her naked body. She was a classic beauty with bright blue eyes and a winning smile. Although she claimed to be in her early-fifties, she certainly didn’t look like it from her photos.

In the information section of their profile, Phil described his passion for sharing his wife’s sexuality. He expressed no interest in participating in a threesome. His kink was watching her with other men. It seemed like the ideal situation for me at the time. When I reached out to them, however, I learned that she already had a steady “boyfriend” and wasn’t interested in having multiple boyfriends at the same time. I understood, and asked them to keep me in mind in the future.

When that opportunity arose, Kathleen insisted that I meet with them. She was incredibly aroused by the notion of her husband playing the role of a “young stud” for an older couple. She described a strange sense of pride in loaning me out to other couples. I, however, had a few reservations. After my experience with Dan and Lisa, I wasn’t quite ready to jump back into the role of the “third wheel.”

“Yeah, but did you see her ass?” Kathleen asked. “Tell me you don’t want to tap that ass!”

That point was difficult to argue. I met with Phil and Danielle that weekend. We exchanged a friendly greeting and I sat with them at a small table in a crowded restaurant. I was pleased to see that Danielle was as stunning in person as she was in her photos. Both she and Phil were incredibly friendly and genuine, and soon made me feel at ease. Over drinks and appetizers, we exchanged our life stories and our journeys through the swinging lifestyle.

They had only been married for a few years. It was her third marriage, and the first for him. He had been involved in swinging before meeting his wife, and it seemed that he opened her eyes and expanded her sexual horizons in short order once they began dating. He convinced her to have sex with other men while he watched, and they discovered that this was a tremendous turn-on for both of them.

After we had been chatting for quite a while, Danielle excused herself to use the ladies room. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked away from us.

“She’s amazing,” I said to Phil. “You’re a lucky man.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I think she likes you, too.”

“Yeah? How can you tell?”

“I can just tell by the way she looks at you,” he said.

When she returned to the table, we agreed to pay our bill and move our conversation to their house, which was only a few minutes away. Phil suggested his wife ride with me, and we enjoyed some quality alone time on the ride to their place, getting to know each other a little better. When we arrived at their impressive home, I took a seat at their bar next to Danielle as Phil played the role of bartender.

We continued our conversation as if we were old friends that had known each other for years. At one point, I placed my hand on Danielle’s knee. When she didn’t object, I knew that we had made a connection. When Phil left us alone for a moment, I knew for certain that connection was strong when our lips met and she melted in my arms.

We kissed and explored each other’s bodies with our hands and lips until she suggested we move to a large, overstuffed, love seat in their living room. With their fireplace roaring at our backs, our passion intensified and my hands found her bare flesh beneath her clothing. I lifted her shirt above her head and she whispered to me.

“I don’t usually do this on the first meeting,” she said.

“Maybe we should stop, then,” I teased. I unclasped her bra and took her breasts in my hands. They were rather small, but surprisingly perky, and very sensitive to my touch and tongue.

She sighed heavily and clenched my hair as I sucked her nipples and peered around the room from the corner of my eye in search of Phil. He was nowhere to be found. I continued to kiss my way down her body until I reached the button of her jeans. I tugged at them and discovered she wore no panties beneath. I slipped them off her body, leaving her naked, and slid my tongue along her labia, eliciting a sweet sigh.

Her breathing intensified, and she squirmed and moaned as I attacked her clitoris with my mouth and tongue. She pulled me to my feet, and I stood and removed my pants. Before I had a chance to remove my boxer shorts, she already had my dick in her mouth. She eagerly sucked, licked, and stroked my cock as I glanced around the room once again. Still no sign of her husband.

I removed the rest of my clothing and kneeled on the floor before her. I pulled her to the edge of the loveseat and teased her pussy with the head of my cock, sliding it along her wet slit. Just then, out of nowhere, Phil suddenly appeared with a condom in his hand. He was completely naked. His modest-sized cock was fully erect. He quickly handed me the condom before disappearing again.

She gasped when I entered her. “You’re so big,” she whispered, “and so hard.”

My ego became as inflated as my cock. I imagined myself as a young stud giving this older woman a proper fucking with a cock that put her husband’s to shame. I slid myself inside her to the hilt and held myself there. Her eyes widened and she kissed me passionately. As much as I enjoyed watching the expression on her face, however, I greatly desired a different perspective.

I gently pulled her off the loveseat and positioned her on all fours in front of the fireplace. I watched with fascination as my hard cock slid inside her from behind. The sight of her perfectly round, firm, and petite ass, exquisitely lit by the flames of the crackling fire, was profoundly beautiful. I cradled her ass cheeks with both hands and watched, completely mesmerized, as my glistening cock slid in and out of her slick pussy. If Phil were watching from some darkened corner at that moment, he no doubt enjoyed the view as much as I did.

I held out as long as I could, but the surging waves of pleasure were quickly cresting. I shouted out loud and held myself deep inside her as I filled the condom. The two of us then collapsed onto the soft rug beneath us and held each other for a moment.

Phil soon joined us, and the three of us lay together, sprawled on the rug in front of the fire. I had just met this couple, and yet there we were, lying naked together. I stayed long enough to empty another drink at their bar. I bid them good-night and gave Danielle an extended kiss and a final squeeze of her buttocks before leaving for the night.

*

That first night with Danielle led to an extended affair that would last for nearly two years. We became good friends both inside and outside of the bedroom, and got together as often as possible. I introduced them to Kathleen, and the four of us would often hang out together in a completely platonic way. They invited our family to their family gatherings and we returned the favor.

The sexual chemistry between me and Danielle was off the charts – especially in the first few months we were together. We had sex in every room in their house as well as outdoors in their hot tub and pool. Once, we had sex in the back seat of Phil’s car, in a parking lot of a busy restaurant. Surrounded by unsuspecting diners walking past us, she and I sucked and fucked in the back seat of his SUV, obscured by the darkness and his tinted windows.

On another occasion, she greeted me at their front door completely naked. I took her right there in the entryway, and filled her within moments of saying hello. After we had been together for a while, we abandoned condoms altogether. I remember the moment it happened. She was straddling me on their bed and my cock found its way inside her, slipping in “accidentally.” Neither one of us protested. Aside from our spouses, of course, we knew we were exclusive with each other by that point.

Kathleen was so thrilled that I had found a steady “fuck buddy” that she encouraged me to have sex only with Danielle. She liked the idea of Danielle fulfilling all of my sexual needs, and her submissive nature enjoyed the denial of pleasure on her end. When I told Phil and Danielle about Kathleen’s idea, Phil was incredibly aroused by it, and announced that he would no longer have sex with Danielle. This experiment resulted in some intensely-hot sex, but only lasted a little more than a week before I caved in and fucked Kathleen with a primal urgency. It was a few weeks later before Phil reached his limit as well.

Whenever Danielle and I had sex, Phil always found a way to watch or listen. When having sex in the bedroom, he would insist that we leave the door cracked open. Sometimes, I would catch him hiding in the walk-in closet or master bathroom. Throughout the rest of the house, I would occasionally catch a glimpse of him watching from one of his hiding places. Over time, I began to ignore him altogether and focus solely on Danielle.

He did not join us except on one special occasion. For his birthday, he asked me to fill his wife’s pussy with cum. He then went down on her and cleaned her with his tongue. I left the two of them alone on that occasion, as it felt a little awkward. As open-minded as I liked to believe I was, I never quite understood that particular fetish.

As I began to familiarize myself with her body, I was able to bring Danielle to a powerful orgasm in short order. I understood her likes and dislikes as well as I’d ever understood any woman’s body, including my wife’s. Although she wasn’t especially “skilled” in any particular area, she had such a soft and sensuous touch that our encounters were often more about passion and sensuality than pure, raw, sex.

On many occasions, when the three of us would go to a bar or restaurant, we would reverse our roles. Danielle and I would pretend to be a married couple, and Phil would play the role of the “third wheel.” We all seemed to enjoy this role-playing, and it really seemed to add to the fun and excitement of sharing this woman. It felt incredibly naughty to show public displays of affection to another man’s wife in a public place.

With the encouragement of both Phil and Kathleen, Danielle and I went away for a night. We booked a room in a quaint inn more than an hour away and pretended to be a couple enjoying a long weekend together. As soon as we checked into the room, we were all over each other. I fucked her in every position conceivable and promised her that she would be walking like a cowboy by the time we checked out.

We had dinner at a restaurant together that evening, and then found a local bar featuring an entertaining one-man band. We introduced ourselves as husband and wife and laughed at our naughty secret. When we returned to the room, we went straight to the bed. She reminded me that Phil had requested photos, so I obliged by snapping a few filthy photos of my dick in her mouth and pussy. She then flipped over and asked me to fuck her ass. I was happy to oblige, and gently eased my hard cock into her tight little hole. Although it wasn’t my favorite sexual activity, she seemed to greatly enjoy it – and it made for some fantastic photos.

Struck by inspiration, I flipped her onto her back once again and positioned her so that her head hung off the side of the bed. I straddled her head and jerked off until I covered her tits and abs. I then snapped an incredibly erotic photo of her naked body glistening with my semen.

We shared a shower together before crawling under the sheets for the night. I held her in my arms and we quickly drifted to sleep. The following morning, I made good on my promise by fucking her one last time to ensure she would be walking funny back to her husband.

*

While my affair with Danielle escalated, Kathleen’s peculiar affair with Dominic continued apace. Once a week, on average, she serviced him with her mouth until he was fully spent. The pleasure remained one-sided for the most part. Occasionally, he would suck her tits or finger her pussy. It wasn’t until one winter evening that she hinted to me that she wanted to take their sexual relationship to the next level.

We were expecting a heavy snowstorm, and both Kathleen’s and Dominic’s employers had booked several hotel rooms for their employees so that they could get to work on time the following morning. Kathleen saw this as a unique opportunity for her to finally experience being with Dominic completely.

I was reluctant at first. “Sleeping with him overnight is a little too intimate,” I argued. Then she reminded me that I had slept with both Beth and Danielle overnight. It would have been hypocritical of me not to allow her to do the same. Eventually, I relented.

I watched as Kathleen packed her overnight bag. When she stepped out of the room, I happened to look in the bag and noticed a small bottle of lube. In over twenty years together, I had never seen her use lube before, so I asked her about it.

“Well, I’m just afraid that it’ll be too big for me,” she said, timidly.

“Jesus, how big is this guy?” I asked.

“I told you…”

“Yeah, but you handled that black guy at the swinging party that time.”

“And it hurt like hell. Dominic probably isn’t as long, but he’s thicker.”

The fact that she had thought to purchase lube told me she had been considering this possibility for quite some time. I had to admit, the entire situation made me feel a bit uneasy. I took great pride in being confident enough in myself and our marriage that I allowed other men to fuck my wife on occasion. This time, it felt different. For the first time in a long time, I felt a tinge of insecurity.

*

I didn’t sleep much that night. I lay awake, staring at the blackness and listening to the cold winter winds rattle the windows and siding of our home. At that very moment, in a hotel room forty miles away, my wife was undoubtedly getting fucked by an older married man with whom she had formed a powerful bond over the past several years.

Were her legs spread wide to accept his massive cock? Was she shouting so loudly the neighbors complained? Did he fill her in ways she never imagined being filled before? Did he take her from behind and pound her precious ass the way that she enjoyed so much? What compliments did she give him? What comparisons did she make? What words were exchanged?

It pained me to admit it. I hated myself for feeling it. There was simply no denying it, however. I was jealous. For the first time since we began swinging, I didn’t enjoy sharing my wife with another man. In fact, the thought of it twisted my gut into such knots it was physically painful.

When she returned home the following evening, I gave her plenty of space. I knew that if I bombarded her with questions right away, she would shut down. We had a nice and relaxed dinner with the kids and talked about our days. After dinner, we spent some family time before the kids’ bed times. At last, only the two of us remained on the living room couch. I didn’t even need to say a word to her. She knew exactly what I was thinking.

“It was nice,” she said with a somewhat dismissive tone.

“Nice,” I repeated. “What happened?

“We sucked, we fucked,” she said. “I’m not sure what you want to hear.”

Our “play-by-plays” – once my favorite part of our swinging experiences – had somehow become a nuisance for her. She no longer enjoyed sharing the intimate details of her exploits. It seemed as though she wanted certain experiences to be all her own.

“I’d really like to know what happened,” I said. “Don’t you think I deserve to know?”

“Fine, what do you want to know?”

“How did you meet with him? Did you meet in his room or yours?”

“Mine. And I greeted him like he asked me to, wearing a pair of crotchless panties and a bra.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my jaw dropped. “You don’t own a pair of crotchless panties.”

“I do now,” she said with an impish grin. “I bought some.”

“You bought some…for him. I’ve been asking you to wear naughty lingerie for years, and you refuse.”

“It’s a waste of money,” she stated. “They never stay on for long. My panties came off almost immediately.”

“So, what, you just tore each other’s clothes off and went at it?”

“Pretty much,” she said.

“Then what?”

She sighed heavily. “I sucked his dick. He fucked me.”

“Missionary?”

“At first.”

“Did you use the lube?”

“I lubed up right before he got there.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No.”

“Okay…did it feel good?”

“It felt different,” she said.

“Different good? Different better?”

She sighed heavily. “Let’s not do this. It felt different. Different is always good; you know that.”

“Did you cum?”

She nodded. “I brought my little vibrator with me and used it while he fucked me.”

“How many times did you cum?”

Another sigh. “Why are you asking all of this? Why does it matter? I had a good time. Don’t you want me to enjoy it? Isn’t that all that matters? Isn’t that why we’re doing this?”

My honest response should have been: I don’t know why we’re doing this anymore. We had drifted so far from our original reasons for becoming swingers and opening our marriage that I had difficulty remembering what those reasons were. Not only did we no longer play together and share this lifestyle together, and not only did we play apart from one another in the pursuit of our own selfish pleasure, but we had reached a point where it had become a burden to talk about our solo experiences.

Perhaps I should have ended our adventure in that moment, but I remained silent. I was too embarrassed by my jealousy and insecurity, too prideful to admit it even to myself, and too foolish not to share my insecurities with my wife and talk it through, just as we had done for more than twenty years.

*

Kathleen insisted that fucking Dominic was a one-time event. “It was too weird,” she said. “We’ve become such good friends that fucking him just seemed strange to me.” Yet, shortly after their night at the hotel, she asked me to take the kids out to lunch so that she could have the house to herself. Dominic had asked to stop by for a visit on his way to the gym.

I left with the kids, and when I returned, she treated me with a few details of their encounter. I sensed it was a form of appeasement as she began to respect my need to know the details. According to her brief account, she led him straight to our bedroom. After briefly sucking his dick, he flipped her around. She tried to get on her hands and knees, but he pushed her down until she lay flat on her belly. He then entered her from behind, creating an angle that she said was different and extremely pleasurable. From that point forward, they seemed to find more opportunities to take their encounters beyond merely oral sex.

Meanwhile, my affair with Danielle continued. On one occasion, Phil allowed us to close the bedroom door. For the first time since our side trip to the inn, we had sex without an audience. Afterward, we lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the serene quiet and the afterglow of our orgasms.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “That was incredible. I love you.”

I tried to appear nonchalant, but I suddenly stopped breathing. I didn’t know how to respond. The traditional response of “I love you, too” seemed disingenuous, as I didn’t truly love her in a romantic sense. I loved her as a friend, and deeply cared for her, but I was certain that was not how she meant it. I simply froze in awkward silence until she changed the subject.

The following morning, I told Kathleen what Danielle had said. I wasn’t expecting her reaction. She was nearly giddy with excitement.

“Oh my god! That’s so hot! What did you say to her?”

“I…didn’t say anything,” I said. “I just lay there, paralyzed.”

She slapped me on the shoulder. “Why didn’t you say it back?”

“Because I don’t love her – at least not in that way.”

“You mean to tell me that after all this time, and everything you’ve been together, you don’t have feelings for her? You know, it’s okay if you do.”

“No, it isn’t,” I said. “Not for me. We’ve broken every single rule we ever set for ourselves, but falling in love with someone else is a deal-breaker. I’m not willing to break that rule.”

“Why not?” she asked. “What would it change? We would still love each other just as much, right? Love isn’t zero-sum; it’s exponential! When we had our second child, it didn’t affect how much we love our first. Same as when we had our third. I see no problem with it at all. I think it’s hot!”

Although I agreed with her theory about love, it didn’t make me feel any more comfortable with it. We didn’t begin swinging to fall in love. This adventure was supposed to be all about fun, excitement, and exploring our sexuality. Of all the rules Kathleen and I had set in the beginning of that adventure, remaining true only to each other was non-negotiable.

*

A week later, I sat in a dim hotel bar in the San Francisco area at the tail end of a tedious business trip. It was fairly late at night. The bar was inhabited only by myself, the bartender, and one other guest who sat at the opposite end of the bar. With Kathleen asleep hours earlier on the East coast, I had only my thoughts to keep me company. It had been the end of an incredibly long week, and I looked forward to returning home.

My thoughts returned again to Danielle’s three little words and Kathleen’s reaction to those words. It greatly bothered me that Kathleen would so quickly abandon the one rule that I was unwilling to bend. Why was she so thrilled with the idea of Danielle falling in love with me? Was her erratic submissive personality responsible for this strange desire?

What did she gain from it? In the beginning, I understood that we both gained from having a shared interest and shared adventures together, as it brought us closer together. When she began swinging on her own, she gained from the naughtiness of it, which heightened her libido. Once she began seeing Dominic, however, and the initial naughtiness had subsided, what did she gain from their one-sided sexual relationship? Given her reluctance to share her “play-by-plays”, how did either of us gain from it anymore?

I sipped my beer and stared blankly at the television, which showed nothing of interest. I checked the time and considered heading back to my room when the answer suddenly came to me. It was so obvious that I felt like a complete idiot for not recognizing it sooner. Kathleen had fallen in love with Dominic.

Time and again, she had mentioned to me how close they had become, and how greatly she valued his friendship. She even called him her “best friend” once – a statement that cut straight through me like a knife. Surely, she had meant that he was her best friend aside from me.

My stomach dropped and I suddenly felt queasy. This theory explained every question I had about our swinging adventure. It explained her giddiness over Danielle’s confession of love, as it absolved her of the guilt of being in love herself. It explained her odd sexual relationship with Dominic. She wanted to please him because she loved him. As long as he was pleased, so was she. It even explained why she had been so adamantly opposed to returning to swinging as a couple. The idea of being with any other man aside from me or Dominic simply didn’t appeal to her any longer, as her heart belonged to the two of us.

The light of revelation shone upon me in that darkened bar. My next decision became crystal clear in that moment. I was willing to share my wife’s body with other men, but sharing her heart was an entirely different matter.

*

“I think we need to hit the pause button for a while on our open marriage,” I said. I had waited until she was in just the right mood and mindset before approaching the topic.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Remember what you said to me when we were first considering swinging? You said no matter what happens, we’ll always have each other. We’ll always love each other. I think we should go back to that. I should stop seeing Danielle for a while…and you should stop seeing Dominic.”

She was silent for a long while. The lights were off, and yet I could almost see the expression of turmoil on her face. “Why?” she asked.

“I think we’ve gone a little too far with it,” I said. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt. If Danielle really is in love with me, I don’t think it’s fair for me to continue seeing her. I can’t ever return her love. I’m a one-woman guy, I guess, and I chose you a long time before she came along.”

Another long pause. “Okay,” she said at last.

That was it? “Okay?” I expected a carefully-crafted counter-argument, but instead, that was all she offered. I left her word hanging in the air, anticipating that she would elaborate or argue or persuade me in some way to change my mind. But there was nothing but silence.

Upon reflection, her one-word response was more than likely a tacit acknowledgement that we had, indeed, taken our swinging adventure a step too far. She no doubt understood that allowing each other to fall in love with others would almost certainly lead to tragedy. If she had lobbied to convince me otherwise, it could have been interpreted as an admission she didn’t want to reveal to me.

I purposely didn’t mention my theory about her feelings about Dominic. Frankly, I didn’t want to know the truth. That truth became apparent, however, by the way she behaved once she delivered the news to him. She behaved very much the same as someone dealing with grief. She had suffered the loss of a relationship that was clearly important to her. Although my heart broke for her, I knew I had made the right call. Perhaps I had made that call just in time.

Their carpooling ended the day after our conversation. Dominic soon began working a different shift, making it irrelevant. Although Danielle said she understood my decision, she was clearly upset – as was Phil. We vowed to remain friends outside of the bedroom, and made good on that vow. Kathleen and I continued to socialize with them as if Danielle and I had never been together.

Although our sex life returned to “normal” in the wake of our adventure, I came to realize that it wasn’t as important as I had considered it to be before we began swinging. I stopped counting the days between sex and stopped worrying what it meant when that number grew larger than usual. Kathleen eventually snapped out of her funk and returned to normal. Everything about our marriage and our life together returned to normal, as if the previous several years had been a fantasy. We became occupied with other pursuits like our family, our careers, home improvements, and travel. We had sowed every wild oat we had ever conceived. We had no regrets, nor any remaining unfulfilled desires. Our dual midlife crises were over.

*

“Tell me again how you know this guy?” Kathleen asked. She took my hand as we strolled toward the entrance of the function hall. She looked absolutely stunning wearing the new dress she had purchased just for the occasion.

“I told you,” I said, “I worked with him for years.”

“I don’t remember you ever mentioning him before. He’s throwing an awfully elaborate retirement party, isn’t he?”

“He likes to go big, I guess.”

We opened the door and found the sign directing us to the hall on the left. Strangely, the door was closed and it seemed quiet inside.

“Are you sure this is the place?” she asked.

“The sign says so,” I responded.

I opened the door and we were instantly flooded in a bright spotlight.

“Surprise!!”

We shielded our eyes and stepped forward. Surrounding us were friends and family from every era of our lives – many of whom we hadn’t seen in years. They were smiling and laughing and holding their cellphones to record the event. Kathleen’s expression was one of utter bewilderment. Her eyes glistened and she covered her mouth with her hand.

“What’s happening?” she asked, turning to me.

“Happy anniversary, honey,” I said. I couldn’t contain my smile.

“Did you do this?” she asked, incredulously.

“Twenty-five years,” I responded. “Had to go big.”

Friends and family surrounded us and we hugged and kissed and laughed at the absurdity of the moment. The room erupted in a cacophony of loud chattering and laughter until we were interrupted by an old man holding a microphone at the back of the room.

“Excuse the interruption,” my grandfather said. “If y’all wouldn’t mind, please make some room for the happy couple to come join me here at the front.”

He stood unsteadily, propped up on a cane with one hand and my grandmother’s arm with the other. The old man had always occupied a special place in Kathleen’s heart. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she hugged him tightly.

When the guests were seated and quieted, he spoke once again into the microphone. “I’m guessing the only person here who doesn’t know why we’re here is this young lady.”

The crowd chuckled in response, and Kathleen gave me a puzzled look.

“Now, I’ve never officiated one of these before,” he continued, “but I believe it goes something like this. If you two want to go ahead and face each other…”

I faced Kathleen and took her hands in mine. She released one my hands momentarily to brush the tears from her cheeks and took a deep breath.

“If memory serves, she cried through this the first time, too,” he said to rolling laughter. “Joe, do you recommit yourself to your marriage to this woman, and promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?”

With the words “forsaking all others,” I squeezed her hands firmly and looked her in the eyes. “I do,” I said.

“Kathleen, same for you. Do you recommit to your husband and promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him, for as long as you both shall live?”

With the tears rolling down her cheeks, she simply couldn’t resist the opportunity to twist the knife a little. She looked up for a moment as if she were seriously contemplating her response.

“Yeah,” she said. “I do.”

*

The end.