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 The Dawn of Our Swing

   1.

   I walked into my house and bedroom to catch my wife on her hands and
knees.  She was not alone, but rather was her white body overshadowed by a
big black wolf of a man.  The guy was pistoning into her much smaller, but
fit frame, with a force of a bulldozer.  He was perspiring while fucking
the life out of her and didn't ever become aware of my presence.  His face
was distorted in expectation of a promised glorious ending.  On the other
hand, she sensed and spotted me right away and sported a weak smile.  I'm
sure she would put more energy into it, but she was probably already past a
climax at this stage and dreamily, though dutifully waiting for her partner
in crime to shoot his load.  Her waist, that he was holding and almost
covering with his big black hands, was arched into a saddle to provide her
body an easier access for his mighty sex organ.  Her hands were clutching
the bed sheets as her whole self was forcefully disturbed, but still in
rhythm with his administrations.

   This was not the first time, so now I was standing once more not really
sure how to react.  I couldn't just say: excuse me people, I cannot help
but notice that there's again some hard fucking going on in my bed with my
wife on it while I'm standing on the door witnessing the occasion, so can I
asked you who failed to inform me about it this time?  It also crossed my
mind, while my groin was already sprouting under visual and psychological
teases, that if I stand here fine-tuning my reaction, that reaction would
not be genuine.  So what kind of stupid reaction would that be?  And I
should better keep my mouth shut like a proper gentleman and continue
watching my wife being thoroughly plucked.  The verb plucked gets
introduced by the recent progress in their fuck-session.  The guy was
having troubles in getting his rocks off (maybe this was his second
helping?), so now he grabbed her curly hair from behind with one hand, to
prop up my wife and her participation and to give a pleasant boost to his
balls.  He toyed with her hair for a time with both hands and then again
forcefully pulled to it holding a bunch as close to the root as possible by
his right hand, while his left was once again braced in the saddle of my
wife's body.  He's a kind of a guy who would be pleased to slap her ass
from time to time, but doing it without causing pain would be pathetic and
pain he knew was something she didn't like that much.

   Meanwhile, my wife stopped paying attention to me in the direct sense.
She broke the eye contact when he pulled her hair, turned her head to the
wall and upward and started concentrating on her next climax, probably
while imagining my wide eyes as I review their forbidden copulation.  Or
maybe not so forbidden.  I knew she was thinking about me watching her.

   There is the kind of jerks who let (or can't stop) their wives being
fucked by other men, which kind would then take their clothes off when they
run into them and try to join the fucking.  Or so I've heard.  But I'm not
that kind of a jerk.  I quietly left the room and went into the living
room. My wife must have noticed that I'm not there anymore because she
started moaning a bit louder.  Not exactly screaming, for that would be a
lie, but moaning loud enough so I can hear her.  Shortly she was joined by
his deeper grunts and, soon, the fucking stopped.

   After five minutes they joined fully dressed.  The guy must have been
briefed about my presence in the mean time, since he wasn't at all
surprised to see me.  Or maybe he's just found out that I was home and was
cool about it.

   - Hi, Rich - he greeted me and extended his large hand.  I hesitated for
a calculated split second and then shook on it lifelessly.  He might as
well call me Dick while he's at it. - Good afternoon - I allowed myself to
say. - Great afternoon!  - he added energetically, no doubt enjoying the
afternoon in question quite a bit, but also joking on the account of my
formality, I assumed, and also trying to air the message that he just
successfully fucked my wife, so why wouldn't he remain marry and subtle
about it?

   - Henry and I were having a li'l reunion remembering the last week's
events.  - said my clever and slender wife, without any shame, jumped ahead
of any awkward silence that might've had swallowed us men, if only the time
was left for us to control.  She effectively reminded me of the last week's
events as well.

   - Oh, I see, I see - I said.  I felt that I was playing a smart ass in
the aftermath of their good fuck, like a wounded deer regarding his trail
of blood and I regretted it instantly.

   - Well, off I go - Henry said economically which was supposed to be a
cool trick, now after he's got rid of all that excess energy on my marital
bed.

   - Cynthia sends her best regards - he added addressing me and the door
shut behind him.

   - Sloppy seconds, dear?  - My wife asked and sported a big smile after I
smirked.

   - Bitch!  - I said and went off somewhere ending up in the kitchen.  She
was supposed to get that message half-smiling and she did.  She would
surely take a shower now and then try to fuck me right away.  In the
kitchen, if I'm still there, or hunt me down wherever I am.  The shower
would mean that she cares about me as well, apart from the care for her
body.  I would play to be a man without interest, but later would fall
under her insistence.

   And I love her very much.  And I think that theoretically I don't mind
if she got fucked by other men.  Well, she didn't exactly, not yet anyway.
Save for me, in her life she had only fucked big black smart Henry.  And
Henry is a good guy, I think.  But let me tell you how it all started:

   2.

   My wife Claire and I were having fun on some small reception turned into
a wild party after people drank a bit more.  We were in the circle of close
friends, we being three pairs and all six of us witty, yuppie, good looking
and with bright futures.  We drank and danced and generally feasted upon
our free Saturday evening.  All the jokes we made were internal to our
company.  Yeah well, there's not much more to tell about it, and anyone
trying to explain how he or she had fun is soon to be accused of making
other people yawn.

   Soon, one of the other males, who drank the most that night, watching me
and his girlfriend dancing slowly, suggested that we should have an orgy,
and the other male friend said that we should take it easy, so let's go to
the swinger bar somewhere.  Everybody laughed, but soon the plot was made
and we were to head there before this place turns empty and depressed like
a wedding hall at six a.m.  Talking about wedding, Claire and I were the
only married couple. The girl I was dancing with chickened away right after
she connected the dots and saw that others were serious about bold
adventure of visiting the swinger bar, so she excused herself and her
drunken boyfriend claiming that he is too drunk for sex anyway.  I'm sure
he would've protested if she repeated that at home.

   - Well, he can watch - I said and winked, being a zealot.  She blushed a
bit with her big tits swaying nervously as she coated herself and soon they
were gone.

   - Too bad - Claire said and tottered.  She was the second drunkest.

   The two of us remaining pairs drove separately and Claire was teasing me
all the way to the bar.  When we were in front of the bar, the other guy
Judas called my cell and said that his girlfriend fell asleep in the car
and that they actually went home.  Ok, they chickened out as well.

   - Let's check out the bar - I said to Claire as she was not aware yet
what was going on, but was happily buzzing around me, like a sexy under
nurtured bumble bee.

   We went inside and the pleasant hostess showed us to a table.  Claire
and I starting eyeing the surroundings now and started gaining knowledge
that this was a strip bar as well.  The bar was clearly multimedial in the
sense that there was also a porn movie playing on one huge TV set high on a
wall.  There were many pairs around the place, mostly of old farts with
young ladies sexed-up for the occasion.

   - Let's get out of here and fuck luck bunnies in the privacy of our home
- said Claire drunkenly.

   - Hi!  - a black pair approached us while I was taking my time to agree
and head out of there.  That was Henry and Cynthia, later we've learnt.

   - Can we join you?  - asked Cynthia.  Apart from Claire, Cynthia was the
only girl in the house with normal clothes on.  Others were dressed like
we're all in a very sexy circus waiting for the well-hung lions to fuck the
shit out of the place. - Well...  - I said. - You seem to be the only
genuine pair around - Henry added - apart from us. - You can join us,
friends, and we can have a drink... or maybe even two - Claire said and
smiled to herself - but then we will leave you and this place and follow
our own path of blissful fornication. She always spoke like that when she
was drunk.  I always spoke like that when I was bitchy or happy, or
otherwise excited about something.  In this instance, I didn't say
anything, and without an eye contact with Claire which would mean a
handshake of agreement, I showed them to sit down and they did.  No harm if
I wanted to find out what Cynthia was all about.  Claire and I were college
darlings, married very early and none of us ever had sex with other people.

   Cynthia was tall, with a figure of a photo model with a pair of tits a
bit bigger than usual photo-modeling tits and with huge eyes looking
somewhat sad and a bit Asiatic in the corners.  When we started speaking,
though, it turned out that she was aggressively responding on almost
anything uttered.  Her high-pitched voice was then overwhelmed with deep
harmonics which gave it a sexy twist.  She was also plain stupid, but
seemed streetwise and sociologically skillful.  She could get the power
politics in the relationship of me and Claire, but she declined to suffer
in having any conversations she did not care for.  So she waved off all the
conversations and soon started paying attention on what was going on in the
rest of the bar.

   That left the rest of us three to start talking a bit and soon the
cautious talks turned into more relaxed and funny remarks, once we waged
our sensibilities against each other's.  Henry was very observing and funny
guy and I mostly remained quiet and laughed on his jokes which were greatly
supplemented by Claire's drunken comments.  Notably, we didn't stop
drinking and Cynthia was soon catching up with the quantity of what we
drank for the whole evening in only 15 minutes.

   At some point, in the middle of a sentence, Claire perked up slightly.
My eye was trained to catch any swings in her behavior, but as I was drunk,
I almost overlooked it.  Claire looked into my eyes trying to tell me
something.  I briefly looked around and came to a nasty conclusion that it
must be that Henry started petting her knee with a sweaty palm while she
was talking ever so sweetly.

   - Henry, I want to get laid!  - Cynthia said suddenly diverting her eyes
off of the big screen where a Czech porn star Sylvia Saint was ass-fucked
by a rather big black stallion of a man, probably also a well known
porn-star.

   She measured the situation quickly having a perfect angle to see that
Henry indeed was trying to get Claire's attention of a mating sort.  I
looked as if to look what Cynthia was looking at, and saw that Henry was
shamelessly letting his long fingers caress deep into Claire's thigh
covered only by a thin black material of her trousers.

   - Oh well - Cynthia said, stood up, went around the table and made
herself some space between me and Claire in a very rude way and started
kissing me and handling my zipper.

   I could feel Claire watching me to see my reaction while Henry probably
already had his index finger firmly pressed to her covered slit.  I was
sure that in her drunken haze she would get theatrically furious as soon as
I pushed Cynthia away and then she would stand up and declare that we were
leaving, throwing the tab money on the counter on the way out.  But no, I
did no pushing.  I was heavily engaged in practicing my philosophy that I
usually practice when something is out of my ordinary schemes.  I was
waiting to see what happened next.  That left Claire-on-stand-by without
the genuine choice of further impulsive action and in the hands of a big
black Henry.  The next time I saw them he was already roaming his hands all
over her body.

   - Excuse me - the hostess addressed us calmly, sweetly and
professionally.  - Please go upstairs to room three. Henry jumped and
practically took my dear Claire upstairs with him.  Cynthia waited for my
reaction consecutively grinning and licking her full lips.  I told her
let's go up and she followed me without a word.

   When we entered room three Claire was naked from the waist down and the
nectar was being eaten from her pussy by Henry who was naked from the waist
up.  It's probably his usual drill to show his muscles to girls right after
he takes them to bed.

   - Richard... - Claire said.  She was not trying to be saved because at
this stage she wouldn't want to.  She uttered my name is if it would
explain the graphics of the situation laid before my eyes.  And she was
giving me a chance to save it if I could. - Yeah, Richard - said Cynthia
who probably only then caught my name properly.  She expertly worked on my
pants now nothing was obstructing her efforts, and they were down in a
second.  She went to her knees and started giving me a head.  I took her
head in my hand never stopping looking at Claire and Henry, but Cynthia
instantly and violently pulled my hand away from her head.

   Henry was supporting Claire's legs with his hands high above her ass so
they didn't obstruct his feasting.  I was standing and watching and being
sucked upon.  I would've probably finished already and shoot the load into
Cynthia's mouth if it wasn't for the drinks I had.

   Claire was moaning.  She never screamed when having sex, she was a well
bred girl.  Only once again she tried to see what I was doing.  When she
saw I was harnessed by Cynthia's mouth and was not protesting she didn't
bother to look at me again before the fucking was over.

   And the fucking was about to start.  Henry let go of the eating and
quickly removed the clothes he had on himself.

   In an instant he was pressing his big cock-head to Claire's opening. 
She braced for impact and it came in one go as she was perfectly ready. 
And since this was their first fuck, Henry didn't lose any time for teasers
and stalling and started fucking her seriously and missionary style.  Soon
I was over the edge and drained myself into Cynthia's mouth.  She maybe
didn't like if somebody touched her head while she was sucking, but she did
not have any problem with swallowing.  Actually, I was afraid that if I
warned her, she might've taken it out of her mouth and then get seriously
pissed if I spray her face, hair or clothes.

   Exhausted, I plumped in a cushioned chair resting and still not
admitting myself what was going on.  Cynthia quickly climbed to the bed and
started taking the rest of Claire's clothes off.  Claire protested with a
groan, but let her do it.  Once the clothes were off, Cynthia started
sucking one of Claire's tits and caressing the other.

   - Don't... - said Claire.  Cynthia looked into her eyes with her fangs
out. - Please - Claire added with a voice strained by the ongoing fuck, so
to tell Cynthia that she doesn't have anything against her, but that she
doesn't' like bi sex.

   Cynthia didn't take it well and marched out of the room.  The sound of
the door slamming took Henry out of the trance and he stopped nailing
Claire for a moment.  He was ready to change positions and I'm sure Claire
approved of that.  He lay on the bed and grabbed Claire above himself
positioning her to sit on his cock.  He positioned them so that she was
facing me.  He let go of her and she slammed down on him to the roots and
her eyes popped out slightly probably from surprise more than from pain. 
Now, Claire likes to be surprised.

   - Fuck me, little darling - he told her.  She started moving up and down
trying to avoid an eye contact with me, but still checking my frozen
expression trying to read its status from time to time.  Henry didn't like
the speed so he took the process into his hands and started rutting in her
from beneath.  Her body didn't move as he fixed her with his hands at a
certain altitude.

   I sensed that my presence is stopping her from enjoyment to the fullest,
at least now with their first lovemaking.  Naturally, neither she nor I
knew at this point there would be other instances.  Then it occurred to me
that Henry deliberately positioned her to watch me so in an impulse I've
blown her a kiss and went out of the room and down to the bar.  Cynthia
wasn't around.

   Henry and Claire seemed to take there time and I was getting a bit
frustrated.  Then it also occurred to me that Henry didn't have a condom
and that unnerved me some more.  They unsteadily went down the stairs in
half an hour.  We chatted five more minutes like if nothing happened and
then went home.  We didn't speak on the way.  Claire hugged me while I was
driving and I let her do it.  We fell asleep the moment we got home.

   3.

   The next morning we both had headaches.  Good thing it was Sunday. 
After bathroom, I made coffee and soon she joined me.

   - It was all your idea, anyway...  - she said and took a headache pill I
extended to her.  I almost started to protest, but didn't.  She was not
trying to pursue justice, but to get my forgiveness.

   Tomorrow when I got home from work, she was on the phone.  She was
talking and laughing to something.  When she saw me she covered the
mouthpiece and whispered that it was Henry she was speaking with.

   - Invite them to dinner - I said jokingly - maybe I'll get to fuck
Cynthia. - Rich says that you should come to a dinner tonight.  Yes, with
Cynthia.  - she laughed.  I got mad and silently tried to gesture her that
I didn't exactly mean it.  She only winked at me and answered to the phone:
- Oh, yes, he would like to do exactly that to your dear Cynthia... Yeah...
yeah... oh, ok, give me a number and I'll call you back after I talk to
him.

   - He broke up with Cynthia - she told me after she replaced the
receiver. - but he's got a lovely new girlfriend, actually his old
girlfriend, called Maria who he would gladly share with you if you would
share me with him. - What's gone into you?!  - I exclaimed. - Hey Rich, you
were the one who wanted to enrich our sex lives.  - That was just a text!
This is something else.  - I tried. - You constantly bragged for two years
that we should get to fuck other people.  You always wanted to fuck your
best friends' girls, and you never did because fucking best friends' girls
leads to disasters.  - Of course I didn't! - This is a perfect way.  Some
sweet and sexy free minded girl with an equally sweet name Maria would not
mind being fucked by you.  You want her?  - she said and raised the phone
receiver again making a point, but also ready to dial. I just went out of
the room.  She read that as a yes and dialed.  I knew she was wild, but not
this wild.  I liked her wild.  But later I told her that they might come
for dinner, but that it still means nothing as far as fucking and sucking
is concerned.  At least not that it comes by default.  She of course
agreed.

   Maria was indeed very sweet natural blond girl.  She was barely twenty
and moved like a fox.  She must have been a gymnast or something when
younger.  Now she was carrying well-earned few extra pounds on her ass
which added to her exotic figure.  She was also smiling all the time and
did a lot of small talking with Claire.  Henry was a silent hunk forking
his food, constantly regarding everything around him.  Maria started to
like Claire instantly in a non-sexual sort of way and followed her around,
to the kitchen and back and helping her with food, like a puppy.

   Henry and Claire never touched and barely talked to each-other.  And
whenever the girls were out of sight Henry would offer to me some
non-committal sentence, but politely listening to any of my responses.

   - Maria is waiting you in the bedroom.  She's got all fired up like a
furnace after I talked about you - Claire told me and smiled tenderly. -
Yeah?  - I said - why, now she likes me that much?  - I was stalling.  All
this instant-bedroom business came all too sudden for me and that wasn't
good. - She likes you alright.  - Henry added. - How would you know, you
asked her?  - I was being uncool and insistent.  It sounded like a logical
question, but Claire was already silently protested to my hidden
aggression. - I know her very well, like you know Claire.  - he said calmly
- And can you say that Claire wants me again?  Would you allow that now? -
Well, if that's the case... - I started not exactly knowing what to say -
then you go to bedroom and send Maria here. Claire shrugged and headed to
the bedroom.  Henry stayed. - What are you waiting for?  - I asked him not
knowing how to read his behavior. - Well, this would be interesting, Rich.
Maria waits for the person who wants to have sex with her.  She'll think
that Claire wants that now.  Like as a surprise. - Uh-ha.  - I smarted.  We
silently drank our wine, slowly this evening. - Let's go and see what
happens - I volunteered after some time. Claire and Maria were both naked
and on the bed in the standing position, but standing on their knees and
caressing each-other a bit awkwardly.

   - I knew you didn't like Cynthia.  - Henry smiled telling this to
Claire. I wondered if Maria would get pissed of on the mention of Cynthia,
but she didn't even blink. - Leave us alone for now guys.  - Claire said. -
I suggest we leave you alone later - I said with my best porn voice and put
my hands on Claire's shoulders.  - Take me - Maria offered to me - that
animal is too big for me. - Well, he's your boyfriend - I insisted.  - And
cock is a cock - I added. - Take me - Maria offered again holding her
beautiful tits which were a bit to large for her hands, but a great match
for mine, I found out in a second.

   As soon as I moved to Maria, Henry put his hands on Claire's ass and she
recognized his presence by arching slightly.  Henry started massaging her
crack from behind.  Maria quickly undressed me and started to get down to
suck me, but I stopped her.  Henry saw that and laughed.  And he was right
to laugh; I wanted to fuck this time.  To fuck another woman.

   And it happened.  Soon we were both fucking forcefully into Maria and
Claire which were willingly laid out on the bed before us big fuckers. 
Maybe the forcefulness always comes when you do it in company.  I've
finally got a bit more relaxed that somebody else than me was having
Claire, now that she was here close to me, and that we were getting the
equal portions of fun.  But with all that sex for me and around me, soon I
got overexcited and was about to cum.  I yelled, fished out and started
cumming all over Maria.  I retreated and sat beside her and both of us
started watching Henry and Claire.

   Suddenly, Henry stopped fucking Claire and grabbed both women and
positioned them one next to the other and started fucking first one then
the other for a minute each.  I must admit, it was great to watch him in
action, and soon I got another erection.  I waited for Henry to once again
move to Maria and quickly entered my wife.  I was missing her a bit, after
all the fucking she was receiving from another person.  She smiled at me
affectionately.

   Maria soon announced that she can't have anymore fucking and started
sucking Henry's cock, bobbing her sweet face up and down upon his shaft
energetically.  Henry saw me watching their action and asked if I wanted to
swap.  I said why not and went to Maria.  Henry turned Claire on her hands
and knees and carefully re-entered her.  He wasn't careful for long,
though, but started fucking her really violently again.  Maybe that's what
she liked with him.  A fresh vigor from a fresh sex partner.  I came again
and again on her body.  She was tired, wanted shower and left for it. 
After some time, I grew jealous of Henry's stamina and expert fucking he
was awarding my reborn and highly fuckable wife and I got a great idea to
join Maria in the shower.

   She was already finished though and curled before TV.  After the shower
I joined her on the sofa, hugged her and we fell asleep.

   When I woke up it was already morning and Maria was gone.  I went to the
bedroom and acknowledge that Claire and Henry were entwined and slowly
fucking while talking and laughing.

   - What?  You fucked all night?!  - I asked.  They laughed. - We just
woke up - Claire said.  I was staying in the door frame wondering what to
say next. - Well, I have to go to work - is what I said.  - Where's Maria?
- What?  She left?  - asked Henry. - Apparently.  - I offered. - Well,
maybe she's got stuff to do, I'll call her a bit later. A bit later meant
when he finishes with my wife. - Off I go - I said again. - See you later,
honey - Claire said, offering nothing on what will happen there when I'm
gone. - I will leave soon as well - said Henry. - Bye, then - I said.  And
I said only that and I did not want to say to Henry that it was nice seeing
him and that I hope to see him again.

   On the way to my office, I was thinking that the new swinging sex life
that Claire and I had is not that bad, but that something was wrong.  Henry
seemed to be a kind of a guy that changed his girlfriends like socks and he
did not exactly invest much into the possibility to fuck my Claire that
much and that often.  I knew I was being a jerk calculating like this, but
that was me.  Hell, maybe they were not his girlfriends at all; maybe he
was a rich guy paying girls like Cynthia and Maria for the sexual services.
In any case he was a provider of good assorted pussy.  What about
protection?  And now he's got a kick on Claire and he's having everything
in its place, together with his cock in her pussy, even as that particular
moment of my contemplation.

   When I returned home that day, Claire was there alone and then for few
days everything fell into the old routine.  But when I returned home the
next Monday, you already know what happened: he was still fucking her in my
bedroom.  After he left I asked Claire how many times have he been her when
i wasn't there.

   - Oh, once or twice.  - she said. - Plus this time?  - I asked,
flustered. - No, this is the second time.  - she said.

   Well this is how my swinging life begun.  I still had troubles deciding
if it was for good or for bad.  But this was only a beginning...
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