My affair with Dominic
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Adventures In Swinging, Ch. 09: Carpooling With Dominic free porn video
His name was Dominic. Although he wasn’t technically a co-worker of Kathleen’s, he worked on the security team within the same building. He was in his late-fifties – sixteen years older than my wife. Kathleen’s job at the time required her to spend a good deal of time with the security team. As the team was comprised almost entirely of men, she attracted quite a bit of their attention.
It wasn’t merely her stunning good looks or the way she filled out her uniform. Her quick wit and dirty banter were what truly endeared her to these men. At first, they tried to make her blush with their off-color remarks and sexual innuendos. To their shock and delight, she would respond with an even filthier remark that would cause them all to burst into laughter.
Because they worked the same shift, and because of the lengthy ride to their workplace, Kathleen and Dominic began to carpool together. I thought nothing of it at the time. Not only was Dominic significantly older, but he was married. It never occurred to me that any sexual exploits would ever take place between the two of them. Yet, after carpooling together several times a week for several months, Kathleen hinted that she was interested in more than just carpooling.
“I told him about us,” she said late one night as we lay in bed together.
“How much did you tell him?” I asked.
“Pretty much everything. About our swinging and our open marriage.”
“Why? What if he tells someone?”
“He wouldn’t ever tell anyone. Trust me.”
“But why would you tell him about that?”
“We talk about everything! It’s a forty-minute ride to work, and another forty minutes back. And that’s if there’s no traffic. We have to talk about something to pass the time.”
“Okay… so, what did he say when you told him all of this?”
“It’s so funny! He gets SO worked up! He’s such a dirty old man anyway, and this just pushes him over the top. I love seeing him get all flustered. It’s adorable. He gets such a huge bulge in his pants. He caught me looking at it and asked me if I like what I see.”
“Oh, my god. Kathleen, you have to stop this. You work together. And he’s married!”
“I know,” she scoffed. “It’s just harmless banter. He hardly ever gets any at home, so he’s just backed up.”
“He told you that?”
“I told you, we talk about everything!”
*
The following week, Kathleen came home looking suspiciously flustered. All it took was one look into her eyes and I knew something illicit had happened. I pulled her into our bedroom and closed the door behind me.
“I was a little naughty today,” she confessed.
I shook my head and sighed. “With Dominic? Honey, I told you, you need to behave yourself.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she said, pouting for added effect. “He showed it to me.”
“What!”
She nodded and giggled. “I was telling him another one of my stories, and he got such a huge bulge in his pants. He asked if I wanted to see it, so I said, sure, why not? He pulled off to the side of the road, unzipped his fly, and whipped it out. It was huge! I’ve never seen anything like it!”
My eyes widened and my jaw reflexively gaped, “You’re kidding me. The old man is hung?”
“Like a horse! Seriously. It wasn’t just long, but it was really thick! I have to admit, I was intrigued.”
I couldn’t stop shaking my head, “What did you say?”
“I didn’t really say anything. I just couldn’t stop looking at it! He was so excited, there was a drop of pre-cum at the tip of his dick. So… that’s when I did something a little naughty.”
“Holy shit, honey… what did you do?”
“I just leaned over and licked it off! Just a quick little kiss, really.”
Although I was horrified by my wife’s actions, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was extremely aroused as well. Placing myself in Dominic’s shoes and viewing her story from his perspective made it impossible not to be aroused. I fished my rock-hard cock out of my pants and pointed it toward her. “Show me,” I said.
She giggled and kneeled on the floor before me. She placed her mouth over my entire cock head, swirled her tongue along the tip, and sat back with a smile on her face.
“That was more than a quick little kiss,” I noted. She simply giggled and shrugged.
*
A line had been crossed, and it seemed as though Kathleen was determined to push it further despite my objections. She had made the decision that she wanted to demonstrate her oral skills that she had bragged about so often during their long journeys. She managed to convince me that there was no way his wife – or anyone else – would ever find out about it. She even managed to convince me that she would be doing his wife a favor by easing his sexual tension.
The following week, it was her turn to drive. On their way to work, she took a detour and parked in a dark and abandoned parking lot. She removed her seatbelt and leaned over into Dominic’s seat. She fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper and freed his massive cock from his pants. She placed her mouth over it and slid it past her lips and into her throat. Although she wasn’t quite able to take the entire length from that angle, she claimed to have taken enough to cause him to elicit a deep and primal groan. He held her head in place, and she swirled her tongue and swiveled her head.
“He didn’t last very long,” she noted. “The poor guy was just so backed up! I didn’t think he’d ever stop cumming.”
I shook my head in disbelief, “And I assume you swallowed it all, right?”
“Of course,” she said with a smile. “What else was I supposed to do with it? I couldn’t mess up his uniform!”
Another line had been crossed. From that moment on, their illicit moment of oral pleasure became a regular routine. Whenever Dominic would request that they leave a little earlier in the morning, Kathleen knew exactly why he made that request. It became an unspoken agreement. At times, they would make a detour and park in some abandoned lot. At other times, she would simply wait for him in our garage, smiling at him from her knees.
I couldn’t understand what she gained from their affair, as the sexual pleasure was entirely one-directional. She couldn’t quite explain it, either, but insisted that she enjoyed pleasing him and relieving his pent-up pressure.
“Maybe it’s my submissive side expressing itself,” she once suggested. It seemed to make more sense than any other explanation.
The only pleasure she received was the attention he paid to her breasts. If he finished especially early, and time permitted, she would unbutton her blouse and unfasten her bra, and he would squeeze her breasts and suck her nipples. Over time, she began to carry a small vibrator in her purse, and she would pleasure herself while he drove. She said it drove him so crazy, he would have to stop at the side of the road and watch.
*
While Kathleen occupied herself with her new boyfriend, she continually encouraged me to find a playmate of my own. After my experience with Beth, I was hesitant to search for another single woman. I couldn’t help but think that any single woman I would find would eventually want more from me than I could give. So instead, I began contacting couples on our swinging website where the husband expressed an interest in sharing his wife. After countless failed attempts to connect, I finally received a promising response from a couple named Dan and Lisa.
From the photos they posted online, Lisa looked like a typical young mother. She had a cute face, with large hazel eyes, long, dark hair, and full lips. She had a voluptuous body, which she modestly covered in her photos with casual clothing. From their description, they seemed to be a laid-back couple simply looking to spice up their sex lives with a little extramarital fun.
After exchanging several messages, I met Dan at a bar that was roughly thirty minutes north of our place and just around the corner from his home. On first impression, he struck me as a typical blue-collar “man’s man.” He had a strong handshake, a beer belly, and had a barrel chest that he accentuated with a black biker tee-shirt that was a size too small. We spoke for nearly an hour. It was a conversation he dominated nearly completely.
He spoke at length about his auto repair business, his array of motorcycles and other vehicles, and his appreciation for auto racing. Although none of those subjects interested me, I politely nodded and asked several follow-up questions. He didn’t seem to want to know much about me, and strangely enough, the subject of why we were meeting didn’t even arise.
After we each drained our second beer, he signaled for the check. I paid my half and shook his hand, expecting that to be the end of the night. Instead, he offered to lead me back to his place to meet his wife. Apparently, I passed whatever criteria he had set for my “interview.”
I followed him back to his place and through his front door. I noticed Lisa right away. She sat at their kitchen table surrounded by several other people. Dan introduced me to his wife, her elderly mother, their preteen son, and two of their friends. His vague introduction of me as an “old friend he just ran into at the bar,” forced me to come up with a back story on the spot. Needless to say, I couldn’t very well explain to everyone that I was there because he wanted me to fuck his wife.
I sat in uncomfortable silence, sipping a beer, as this group of strangers chatted and drank. I kept trying to get Lisa’s attention, but she seemed to deliberately avoid eye contact with me. It was at that point that I began to suspect that perhaps she didn’t know her husband had posted a profile online, and that he had set up that night’s screening without her knowledge. I finished my beer and politely excused myself for the night, fully expecting never to hear from either of them again.
To my great surprise, however, I received a message from Dan the following day, asking if I would be interested in having drinks with the two of them the following weekend. I agreed, although my suspicions persisted. I figured at minimum, there would be no harm in having a few drinks with this couple.
The following weekend, I walked into the very same bar, where I was warmly greeted by Dan. He led me over to their table, where Lisa sat alone. She politely shook my hand and smiled sweetly as I took the seat next to her. A DJ played loud music on a small stage in front of a dance floor, which was populated with a small handful of mostly-female dancers. I strained to hear Dan over the loud music from across the table. He was talking about motorcycles again while Lisa sat and quietly sipped her fruity concoction.
I had a great deal of difficulty connecting with her. She would only glance at me occasionally, and she spoke so softly it was nearly impossible to hear her. The more glasses she emptied, however, the more she seemed to loosen up. When she excused herself to the lady’s room, I shouted over the table to Dan.
“I don’t think she’s into this,” I said.
“She is, trust me,” he said. “She thinks you’re hot. She’s just super-shy. You need to make the first move, because she’ll never make it herself. She’s into you, I promise.”
When Lisa returned to our table, I asked her to dance. As soon as she began to sway her hips on the dance floor, I sensed that the ice had been broken. I placed my hands on her hips and we shared meaningful eye contact. For the first time, I felt there was a mutual attraction between us. By the time we returned to the table, she seemed like a different person.
As we chatted at the table, I felt her hand on my knee. I returned the favor, although I was concerned about our display of affection, given that we were so close to their home. Oddly enough, both Dan and Lisa assured me not to worry about it. After another drink, Lisa returned to our table and playfully sat on my lap. I softly stroked her thigh, and she leaned forward and kissed me. Her warm, soft, lips practically melted in my mouth.
I looked around nervously. Dan laughed and assured me once again that it wasn’t a problem. I sensed that they enjoyed the thrill of being caught by people they knew. I returned to kissing Lisa. The expansion in my jeans was becoming uncomfortable. To my great surprise, this woman who had been so painfully shy only a moment before, reached down and stroked my cock through my pants, right there in the middle of a bar filled with patrons. After another round of drinks, they invited me back to their place. Although their son and her mother were at home, they assured me they would be asleep in bed.
I sat at their kitchen table, and Lisa immediately sat on my lap and began kissing me. I was incredibly nervous that one of her family members would interrupt us at any minute. She must have sensed my apprehension, as she soon asked if I’d be more comfortable moving to their bedroom. Naturally, I agreed.
When I entered their bedroom, I noticed that there were several candles lit. I assumed Dan must have set the stage while we made out in his kitchen. To my relief, I also noticed Dan wasn’t anywhere to be seen. We hadn’t actually talked about how this would happen, and my fear was that he would want to watch – or even participate. I wasn’t quite ready to perform for an audience.
Lisa closed her bedroom door and we embraced and kissed. Once our mouths and tongues connected, any apprehension or anxiety disappeared and was instantly replaced with unbridled passion. I could feel her desire in her kiss, and it fueled my lust for her. We tore each other’s clothes off and lay on their bed on top of the blanket. I kissed my way down her body and teased her pussy with my mouth and tongue. She moaned so softly it was almost imperceptible.
I kissed my way back up her body and straddled her torso. She leaned forward and took my cock between her soft, plump, lips. Her talented mouth soon brought my cock to fullness. I paused to fetch a condom before entering her.
“Oh my god, that feels so fucking good,” she whispered. She looked me straight in the eye as my dick slid in and out of her tight, wet, cunt. Her gorgeous dark eyes danced in the flickering light of the candles.
I closed my eyes and tasted her sweet, soft, lips once more. Her tongue ever-so-shyly protruded, and I playfully teased it with my own. I could feel her long fingernails digging into my naked ass as she pulled me into her with each thrust.
“Harder,” she whispered, a little louder this time. “Fuck me harder.”
Who was I to deny such a request? I cradled her beneath her shoulders and pulled her toward the foot of the bed so that I could use the footboard as leverage. I positioned my elbows behind her knees and spread her legs as wide as they would stretch, allowing me to penetrate deeper. She tried to stifle her moans as I thrust harder and harder into her.
With each movement, the headboard of her bed collided with the wall, causing an irritating thumping noise. I didn’t care. Her pussy felt so warm and wet and tight, and her lips tasted so sweet, I was lost in my own person Heaven. Her soft moaning was quickly leading me to the brink of ecstasy.
I fucked her harder and faster. She gripped my ass like a vice and moaned into my mouth. Just when I felt that unmistakable wave cresting, there was a knock at her bedroom door. I instantly froze in position and my eyes locked on hers. Another knock.
“Lisa? Is everything okay in there?”
It was her mother.
In sheer panic, I scurried off the bed, slamming my knee into her bedpost. I crouched down beside the bed, rubbing my aching knee, while Lisa scrambled toward the door.
“Everything is fine, Mom,” she said through the door. “Go back to bed.”
When she returned to the bed, Lisa was laughing uncontrollably. Her entire body shook as she tried to stifle her laughter.
“I’m glad you’re getting a kick out of this!” I whispered. “She scared the crap out of me!”
“Come back to bed,” she said, patting the mattress beside her.
The interruption had completely deflated my erection, but it didn’t take long for Lisa’s magical mouth to return it to fullness. I flipped her around on the mattress so that we lay sideways and entered her once again. Within moments, she was forced to cover her mouth to suppress her moans. I had such a powerful orgasm that it was almost painful not to shout out loud.
After recovering my breath, I quickly dressed and asked Lisa to check the hallway before I snuck out of the house. Dan was nowhere to be found. I didn’t learn until chatting with him the next day that he was in the adjacent room. I never learned if her mother had spotted him there or not.
*
Kathleen was both highly amused and aroused by my story. She was proud to have a husband who served as a couple’s “stud” for the evening. I enjoyed sharing my play-by-play with her, and it led to some incredibly passionate sex over the next several days.
I didn’t get together with Dan and Lisa again until a couple weeks later. I met them at the same bar, along with about a dozen of their friends. It felt a little awkward introducing myself as an “old friend.” It felt even more awkward when Lisa placed her hand on my knee, along with other flirtatious moves throughout the evening, in full view of her friends. We could have been caught at any moment, yet she seemed to get off on the thrill of it.
Later that night, she led me into the camper that was parked outside of their home. As her son was still awake, we couldn’t use her bedroom. She told me she was on her period, so she couldn’t fuck, but she gave me a fantastic blowjob and let me finish in her mouth.
We met again over the next several weeks, perhaps once a week on average. Sometimes we would only have drinks together with their friends. On occasion, she would take me back to her bedroom and we would ever-so-quietly share her bed. During our third encounter, it occurred to me that she had never had an orgasm while we were together. I made it my mission to give her several that night.
As time passed, I began to feel like an inanimate prop in their marriage. They used me whenever they liked but had no real interaction with me outside of those times. They would request a meeting at the last minute and would be annoyed when I already made plans. Or, they would schedule a meeting and then back out at the last minute, ruining my plans for the night. After this happened a few times, I politely severed ties with the two of them.
*
While I managed my relationship with Lisa, Kathleen continued her strange affair with Dominic. Even on the days when they weren’t working together, she would occasionally find a way to briefly meet with him to suck his cock and drain his balls. Once, when I was away on a business trip, he asked if he could stop by our home on the way to work. My wife, who valued her sleep more than most people, set her alarm for the early hours of the morning just so that she could meet his request.
She met him in our doorway, wearing only her panties and one of my tee-shirts. She pulled him inside and shut the door. Without saying a word, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. He asked her to remove her tee-shirt and she happily complied before resuming her expert work. Just as he was about to cum, he quickly removed his cock from her mouth and sprayed her tits with his milky-white fluid. Rather than clean herself, she decided to put her shirt back on and wear it for the rest of the night.
“It made me feel super slutty,” she said, “and super horny!”
On another occasion, I lay in bed next to her late one night when she suddenly rose from the bed. I could see her checking her hair in our bathroom mirror. I sat up and asked what she was doing.
“Dominic just texted me,” she informed me. “He wants to stop by.”
“Now?” I asked, incredulously.
She merely shrugged. “Is that okay?”
I could only shake my head and laugh. “I guess so. If you’re okay with it…”
I hadn’t finished my sentence before she scampered down the stairs. I lay in bed, now wide awake, and listened. With every fiber of my being, I fought the temptation to leave the bedroom and spy on them, wherever they may have been. I desperately wanted to see the two of them in action – if for no other reason than to help explain their strange relationship. I remained in bed as the minutes slowly passed.
An obnoxious amount of time passed. It didn’t seem possible that it would take so long for her to get him off, based on everything she had told me. Finally, after a painfully-extended wait, she re-entered the bedroom and eased beneath our sheets.
“Well?” I asked, startling her.
“I didn’t think you’d still be awake,” she said.
“You seriously think I could sleep through that? What happened?”
“You know. The usual.”
It had become her increasingly-annoying mantra ever since their second or third encounter. “You sucked his dick.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And he came in your mouth.”
“Yeah.”
“And that’s it? Why did it take so long?”
“Well… I sucked him off in the garage. Then we got to talking. I walked him out to the car. And he wanted me to do it again.”
I was flabbergasted. “You sucked him off… twice?!”
“Mm-hmm,” she said, a little too casually. “He sometimes needs it more than once.”
“Wait,” I said. “What do you mean sometimes? This has happened before?”
“Yeah… why?”
“Kathleen… you told me you’d tell me everything about what you do. That was our deal. Then you said only if something unusual happens. That’s pretty fucking unusual.”
“I thought I told you that before.”
“No. You didn’t.”
“Sorry,” she said. “I thought I told you.” She reached down and squeezed my hard cock. “I’m really horny now. Are you awake enough to fuck me?”
*
I began to feel like a bit like the feather in Forrest Gump, randomly drifting whichever way the wind blew. It wasn’t my idea to begin swinging. Nor was it my idea to open our marriage and swing separately. Yet, I found myself drifting along Kathleen’s current, content to have such unique experiences, and yet wary about where her breeze would take us next.
My wife allowed me to have sex with other women. Many husbands would have been envious of my situation. I had a good thing. But I learned that a person can have too much of a good thing.
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