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My wife and I discovered swinging (aka lifestyle) relatively late in our marriage. We were introduced to it by our neighbours Janet and Philip. Strictly speaking, it was Janet who first took my wife Susie in hand, during a shared showering session at the local golf club. Within a week, we had invited our neighbours round for a boozy barbecue in our secluded garden and were soon enthusiastically swapping partners.
One Saturday morning in November, Janet called in for coffee, armed with a stack of holiday brochures. "What have you guys got planned for Christmas?" she asked.
"Not a lot, really," I told her. "We'd love to get out of the usual family affairs if we possibly could, but where to go? I really don't fancy the fake bonhomie you'll get on a yuletide hotel package, and it will cost you an arm and a leg."
"Well we've had a much better idea, sweetie," cooed Janet, placing a thick brochure on the kitchen table.
"Oh do tell," my wife cried excitedly.
"A Swingers' Caribbean Cruise! From what I've heard, they're supposed to be uber-hot. And I'm NOT talking about the temperature of the water in the ship's swimming pool!" She flipped the brochure open.
A double-page colour spread of a fancy dress party in full swing was shown. And in graphic detail. There were countless women in topless costumes and many of the male dancers wore only thongs. In the background, several couples could be seen having intercourse on couches. Janet flipped over the page. "And listen to this: 'On our last night, we traditionally have a fancy dress ball, ending with a raffle using cabin keys. So you get to sleep with a stranger for your last night on board.'" With a wicked twinkle in her eye, our neighbour nudged my wife. "Can't be bad, eh, sweetie. So are you two interested?"
"You bet," said Susie enthusiastically.
By lunchtime, via the internet, Janet had booked us two inter-connecting cabins on the cruise to the Caribbean.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
With two weeks to go before we flew to Florida to embark on the Swingers' Christmas Cruise, Susie brought up the subject of exactly what fancy dress costumes we should pack. She said Philip was planning to go as Tarzan, while Janet wanted to go as the burlesque dancer Lili St Cyr. "Let's go for something a bit more outrageous, shall we?"
"Such as?"
"Why don't we go as two characters from 'The Rocky Horror Show'?"
Though I could see the answer coming from a mile off, I still naively asked the question. "Which two were you thinking of?"
"Well, I thought I might go as Janet Weiss. You know - Brad's drippy fiancee who gets deflowered by Rocky. And you, my dear husband, would look sensational as Dr Frank N Furter!"
"Me? In a corset, fishnets and a big black wig? No way!"
"Darling, it would be such fun. I bet you'd look very sexy in stockings. I'll enjoy putting them on for you in the cabin."
"And where do you suppose I'm going to get hold of a purple and green satin corset in this town?"
"In the new sex shop that's just opened in the shopping mall. Janet was showing me some of the naughty toys she got there to take on the cruise. She's bought this amazingly sexy pink strap-on."
"Who for?"
"For her and me to share. We're going to do each other in front of our husbands." My heart missed a beat at the thought of leggy Janet, dressed only in stilettoes and black fishnets, fucking my wife.
"Why not pay it a visit? Jan says the staff are real helpful and they've got some fabulous outfits."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The visit to the town's new sex emporium wasn't as intimidating as I'd imagined. I timed my arrival for early in the morning just after they'd opened, to avoid the risk of bumping into anyone I knew. Three staff were on duty: two attractive young women in their mid-20s and a tall thin man of about 30, who I took to be the manager. I was relieved that it was he who approached me.
"How can I be of assistance, sir?" He had a very cultured voice and gave me a nice welcoming smile.
I gulped nervously. "Er, I'm looking for a corset. Something quite... exotic. It's for a fancy dress party, you see."
"For your wife?"
I looked him straight in the face and tried to retain a deadpan expression. "No, actually it's for me."
The manager's smile broadened. "I see. Well first we'll need to take one or two measurements." So saying he passed a linen tape measure around my hips and then checked my waist size. He was very close now and I caught the hint of an expensive women's cologne. "Did sir have any particular colours in mind?"
"I thought purple, with black lace trim and suspenders, perhaps? Maybe emerald green satin side panels." I was starting to enter into the spirit of the purchase with enthusiasm.
"I think I've got just the thing. I'll be right back."
He returned two minutes later with a colourful garment, encased in a plastic wrapper, draped over his arm. "If you'd care to follow me, sir, I'll show you to our fitting room." He turned and gave me an even bigger smile. "It's at the back of the shop and we won't be disturbed."
Unlike the usual intimidating cubicles you get bundled into in department stores, the warm and spacious fitting room I was ushered into was furnished like a boudoir. It even had a coal-effect gas fire burning in a mock-Victorian fireplace.
The manager laid the corset carefully on a small table and slipped it from its protective cover. It certainly was a stunning creation and matched my description in virtually every detail. He first held it at arms length and then pressed it lightly against my upper body. "Yes," he said with satisfaction, "I think this will be perfect for you. Shall I leave you to try it on, or would you like some help?"
The offer hung in the air tantalisingly and I was pretty sure what sort of 'help' he had in mind. I decided to hedge my bets. "Er, let me see how I get on on my own, will you? Then maybe you could look back to see if you think it's a good fit."
"Shall I bring matching panties and stockings?"
"No, that won't be necessary. I'll be wearing my wife's." Slightly phased by this answer, he withdrew graciously.
I eagerly stripped down to the buff, before gingerly lowering the corset over my head. The brush of the satin panels against my breasts gave me a frisson of excitement and my nipples hardened. I knew I was beginning to grow a lovely erection. I had just pulled the costume into place when the manager quietly re-entered.
"Oh my! Look at you," he exclaimed camply. "What a lovely snug fit. He put his arm around my waist and pulled the rear lace panel down over my ass. His hand lingered momentarily on one buttock. Then he knelt before me to straighten the four suspenders. "And how does it feel here at the front?"
"Er, fine." I considered shielding my growing erection with a cupped hand, but he had clearly anticipated my move. He lifted the front lace panel to expose my fully erect cock. "Mmm! And WHAT have we got here?"
"I'm sorry. I think I got a bit excited when I was putting it on."
"No need to apologise." He cupped my penis gently between his palms. "No need whatsoever." Leaning forward, he slowly brushed his lips against my glans. "Mmm, I think we're weeping a little pre-cum already. Always a good sign."
I exhaled with relief. There was no point in putting up any resistance at this late stage, so in an effort to show him my approval, I gently stroked the back of his neck. At this signal, he opened his lips and slowly took me in his mouth. His tongue darted along the base of my shaft and a hand gently cupped my ball sack. "Leave everything to me," he mumbled.
And so I did exactly as instructed, allowing this stranger to fellate me most expertly for some minutes. I knew more pre-cum had emerged, which he eagerly smeared over his lips and cheeks. Now I was close to climaxing. One word or movement was likely to tip me over the edge. He sensuously stroked one hand along the line of my perineum, before pressing lightly down on it. It was driving me wild as I had never before been given such expert treatment. The finger pressure eased and moments later I felt an index finger push against my sphincter and then slip slowly into my anus.
"Oh God, I don't think I can last much longer," I called out, knowing I was only moments from ejaculating. As a response to my cry, he pushed his finger further inside and at the same time gave a feline moan, the vibrations of which made my cock tremble. And then I exploded in his mouth.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"So did you get the corset?" my wife enquired with a wicked grin, knowing full well it was inside the huge box I was carrying.
"Er, yes."
"And were the staff friendly and helpful?"
"Extremely."
One Saturday morning in November, Janet called in for coffee, armed with a stack of holiday brochures. "What have you guys got planned for Christmas?" she asked.
"Not a lot, really," I told her. "We'd love to get out of the usual family affairs if we possibly could, but where to go? I really don't fancy the fake bonhomie you'll get on a yuletide hotel package, and it will cost you an arm and a leg."
"Well we've had a much better idea, sweetie," cooed Janet, placing a thick brochure on the kitchen table.
"Oh do tell," my wife cried excitedly.
"A Swingers' Caribbean Cruise! From what I've heard, they're supposed to be uber-hot. And I'm NOT talking about the temperature of the water in the ship's swimming pool!" She flipped the brochure open.
A double-page colour spread of a fancy dress party in full swing was shown. And in graphic detail. There were countless women in topless costumes and many of the male dancers wore only thongs. In the background, several couples could be seen having intercourse on couches. Janet flipped over the page. "And listen to this: 'On our last night, we traditionally have a fancy dress ball, ending with a raffle using cabin keys. So you get to sleep with a stranger for your last night on board.'" With a wicked twinkle in her eye, our neighbour nudged my wife. "Can't be bad, eh, sweetie. So are you two interested?"
"You bet," said Susie enthusiastically.
By lunchtime, via the internet, Janet had booked us two inter-connecting cabins on the cruise to the Caribbean.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
With two weeks to go before we flew to Florida to embark on the Swingers' Christmas Cruise, Susie brought up the subject of exactly what fancy dress costumes we should pack. She said Philip was planning to go as Tarzan, while Janet wanted to go as the burlesque dancer Lili St Cyr. "Let's go for something a bit more outrageous, shall we?"
"Such as?"
"Why don't we go as two characters from 'The Rocky Horror Show'?"
Though I could see the answer coming from a mile off, I still naively asked the question. "Which two were you thinking of?"
"Well, I thought I might go as Janet Weiss. You know - Brad's drippy fiancee who gets deflowered by Rocky. And you, my dear husband, would look sensational as Dr Frank N Furter!"
"Me? In a corset, fishnets and a big black wig? No way!"
"Darling, it would be such fun. I bet you'd look very sexy in stockings. I'll enjoy putting them on for you in the cabin."
"And where do you suppose I'm going to get hold of a purple and green satin corset in this town?"
"In the new sex shop that's just opened in the shopping mall. Janet was showing me some of the naughty toys she got there to take on the cruise. She's bought this amazingly sexy pink strap-on."
"Who for?"
"For her and me to share. We're going to do each other in front of our husbands." My heart missed a beat at the thought of leggy Janet, dressed only in stilettoes and black fishnets, fucking my wife.
"Why not pay it a visit? Jan says the staff are real helpful and they've got some fabulous outfits."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The visit to the town's new sex emporium wasn't as intimidating as I'd imagined. I timed my arrival for early in the morning just after they'd opened, to avoid the risk of bumping into anyone I knew. Three staff were on duty: two attractive young women in their mid-20s and a tall thin man of about 30, who I took to be the manager. I was relieved that it was he who approached me.
"How can I be of assistance, sir?" He had a very cultured voice and gave me a nice welcoming smile.
I gulped nervously. "Er, I'm looking for a corset. Something quite... exotic. It's for a fancy dress party, you see."
"For your wife?"
I looked him straight in the face and tried to retain a deadpan expression. "No, actually it's for me."
The manager's smile broadened. "I see. Well first we'll need to take one or two measurements." So saying he passed a linen tape measure around my hips and then checked my waist size. He was very close now and I caught the hint of an expensive women's cologne. "Did sir have any particular colours in mind?"
"I thought purple, with black lace trim and suspenders, perhaps? Maybe emerald green satin side panels." I was starting to enter into the spirit of the purchase with enthusiasm.
"I think I've got just the thing. I'll be right back."
He returned two minutes later with a colourful garment, encased in a plastic wrapper, draped over his arm. "If you'd care to follow me, sir, I'll show you to our fitting room." He turned and gave me an even bigger smile. "It's at the back of the shop and we won't be disturbed."
Unlike the usual intimidating cubicles you get bundled into in department stores, the warm and spacious fitting room I was ushered into was furnished like a boudoir. It even had a coal-effect gas fire burning in a mock-Victorian fireplace.
The manager laid the corset carefully on a small table and slipped it from its protective cover. It certainly was a stunning creation and matched my description in virtually every detail. He first held it at arms length and then pressed it lightly against my upper body. "Yes," he said with satisfaction, "I think this will be perfect for you. Shall I leave you to try it on, or would you like some help?"
The offer hung in the air tantalisingly and I was pretty sure what sort of 'help' he had in mind. I decided to hedge my bets. "Er, let me see how I get on on my own, will you? Then maybe you could look back to see if you think it's a good fit."
"Shall I bring matching panties and stockings?"
"No, that won't be necessary. I'll be wearing my wife's." Slightly phased by this answer, he withdrew graciously.
I eagerly stripped down to the buff, before gingerly lowering the corset over my head. The brush of the satin panels against my breasts gave me a frisson of excitement and my nipples hardened. I knew I was beginning to grow a lovely erection. I had just pulled the costume into place when the manager quietly re-entered.
"Oh my! Look at you," he exclaimed camply. "What a lovely snug fit. He put his arm around my waist and pulled the rear lace panel down over my ass. His hand lingered momentarily on one buttock. Then he knelt before me to straighten the four suspenders. "And how does it feel here at the front?"
"Er, fine." I considered shielding my growing erection with a cupped hand, but he had clearly anticipated my move. He lifted the front lace panel to expose my fully erect cock. "Mmm! And WHAT have we got here?"
"I'm sorry. I think I got a bit excited when I was putting it on."
"No need to apologise." He cupped my penis gently between his palms. "No need whatsoever." Leaning forward, he slowly brushed his lips against my glans. "Mmm, I think we're weeping a little pre-cum already. Always a good sign."
I exhaled with relief. There was no point in putting up any resistance at this late stage, so in an effort to show him my approval, I gently stroked the back of his neck. At this signal, he opened his lips and slowly took me in his mouth. His tongue darted along the base of my shaft and a hand gently cupped my ball sack. "Leave everything to me," he mumbled.
And so I did exactly as instructed, allowing this stranger to fellate me most expertly for some minutes. I knew more pre-cum had emerged, which he eagerly smeared over his lips and cheeks. Now I was close to climaxing. One word or movement was likely to tip me over the edge. He sensuously stroked one hand along the line of my perineum, before pressing lightly down on it. It was driving me wild as I had never before been given such expert treatment. The finger pressure eased and moments later I felt an index finger push against my sphincter and then slip slowly into my anus.
"Oh God, I don't think I can last much longer," I called out, knowing I was only moments from ejaculating. As a response to my cry, he pushed his finger further inside and at the same time gave a feline moan, the vibrations of which made my cock tremble. And then I exploded in his mouth.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"So did you get the corset?" my wife enquired with a wicked grin, knowing full well it was inside the huge box I was carrying.
"Er, yes."
"And were the staff friendly and helpful?"
"Extremely."
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