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Open Marriage Chronicles - Part 1 (swingers, affairs)
By Bill (c) 1991
**
This is the the first of a series of events covering one and one
half years of our married life. Each story is essentially true, just as
it happened. All names have been changed.
CHAPTER 1
We were vacationing on Florida's west coast when I suggested to Ellen
that she should date others. After 8 years of marriage, we'd had no
serious arguments, but now she was irritated.
We were discussing this a half hour before sunset while we were in our
swim wear, washing our Porsche on the narrow strip of grass separating
the rented house and the beach. She calmed down, then laughed, convinced
that his wasn't a ploy to allow me to fool around.She'd been so opposed
to the suggestion that I was surprised when she finally caved in,
agreeing, "Okay, Bill. I'll consider it. But it's a dumb idea."
I breathed liked I'd just run a mile and said, "All I ask is that you
tell me about the dates." She smirked doubtfully, but her eyes were
telling me that her anger had been supplanted by an excited
imagination.Before we'd married, Ellen had been a beach wear and
cosmetics model. A daughter of a Presbyterian minister, she didn't smoke
and had never drunk alcohol. Now, thanks to dieting and Bally, her
measurements were the same as when I'd met her. She's 5'8", has
waist-length black hair,the rare color of brilliant, gray eyes, and a
figure that turns men's heads. Here in her white string bikini, she
looked even more appealing.
The car now shined like new. I was lifting the portable vacuum when we
glanced toward a young blond man, his fist gripping a sketchpad as he
walked up from the beach. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt
with epaulets and khaki safari slacks. He introduced himself as Greg, an
art student at a local college. He asked directions to a nearby diner.
With his tall, lithe body and tanned face, he looked more like a surfer
than an artist.
Bending to pick up the chamois and her white hip-length terry robe, Ellen
smiled. She was appraising Greg's handsome features. Her nervous blush
looked like an advanced case of sunburn. She tossed me a quizzical nod. I
picked up her cue and grinned toward Greg, "We haven't eaten either."
Turning to Ellen, I blurted, "How about inviting this starving student
over for dinner?"
Ellen beamed, agreeing enthusiastically, "Terrific idea,"and turning to
Greg, offered, "How about lobster?"
He declined politely, but upon Ellen's urging, finally nodded
affirmatively, "Lobster sounds great. Thanks." I walked behind Greg. His
gaze followed Ellen's tall, beach-robed figure up the pebbled flagstones
to the back door. In the dimly lit kitchen, Ellen slipped on her white
high-heeled pumps, accentuating her long legs
Although shy, Greg turned frequently to look at her as she prepared
dinner. He was living with two roommates in a rented duplex two blocks
from the college. He knew little about sports, and I knew even less about
art; so the conversation was strained until Ellen joined us. After
dinner, she took a shower, then returned in a low-cut dark blue robe to
sit on the floor between me in a chair and Greg on the couch. She was
wearing nothing beneath the satiny material that clung to her body,
contouring her nipples.
I set chips and dip on the rattan coffee table and opened a bottle of
white wine for Greg and me and a diet soda for Ellen. There was no
mistaking the sexual electricity irradiating between them.Their eyes
locked as they exchanged stories of their lives "before Florida." His
gaze fell now and then to her bared leg and to the smooth midnight-blue
material that exposed the pale sides of her breasts.
Occasionally a word would catch in their throats. Both swallowed in
excitation when their hands brushed as she offered him potato chips, her
hand lingering to touch his. Because Greg was lean and hardened, I
doubted that he usually ate snacks. But now, he didn't refuse any,
allowing him another opportunity to caress her hand.
She asked him to teach her some basic sketching rules, suggesting that
they do so in what Floridians called the "Florida room." In Long Island,
we called it a den. She preceded him into the room, tuned the stereo to a
soft FM station, then came out to search for a bottle of champagne and
two glasses. She whispered her plan to me. She returned to Greg, closing
the door.
As she suggested, I slipped out of the house, drove the car a block away,
locked it, and sprinted back to an area between the darkened hedge and
the Florida room's broad shuttered window. All other lights in the house
were now turned off. The summer heat had allowed us to keep the glass
shutters open, so I could almost everything they said.
I was wondering how she'd handle champagne as I watched her sipping her
half-empty glass. She was curled alongside him on the couch. Their
conversation diminished to whispers and soft laughter.She glanced beyond
the window but was unable to see me in the darkness. Turning to Greg, she
pursed her lips and inquired, "Do you like to dance?" When he murmured he
didn't know how to slow-dance,she offered to teach him. He accepted. His
speech was slurred from the champagne's intoxication.
She turned the dimmer switch. A soft glow bathed the room as she held out
her hand, beckoning him. They swayed together, her cheek brushing his.
He stroked her hair. He held her a moment after the second song ended,
then turned away to drink the last of his champagne.
Ellen's face was flushed now. Her soft lips trembled with fear and
passion as she danced slowly with Greg. She swallowed nervously,glancing
to his engorged manhood surging beneath his slacks. Another melody
drifted from the stereo. She closed her eyes as he reached for her. The
tips of her fingers traced a sensuous path down his neck. Her tremorous
mouth formed an "oh" as her lips touched his. Ellen's hips were gyrating
in eager passion.
Greg opened her robe, sliding it from her shoulders. Her nipples were
erect. Her body trembled in excitation as the robe fluttered to the
floor. She blushed as he pulled her to him, his lips crushing hers.
Ellen's hands tremored as she removed his shirt. Her legs shaking, she
sank to her knees to unbuckle his belt. She pulled his slacks down his
long legs, her full lips brushing his chest and stomach.
The largest member she'd ever seen burst free. She gulped fearfully, her
eyes widened in disbelief.
Now, on her knees and cringing in terrified awe as Greg's long cock
swayed before her, she looked like a sacrificial virgin worshiping at a
serpentine altar.
Shuddering, she licked her crimson lips. Her full pale breasts were
rippling with passion. I could feel the desire radiating between them as
her mouth strained to encircle his shaft that was curving up from the
tuft of blond pubic hair. Ellen was moaning. Her hips were rolling back
and forth like waves on the beach.
Greg gaped at his glistening manhood. The fullness of her lips glided
along its length. As he glanced to the pulsing blue numbers of a
shelf-top's digital clock, he tremored, "What if your husband returns
early from work?"
She muttered, her soft voice quaking, "He won't. He works near Tampa Bay
and won't be home until eight in the morning."
He lifted her from the floor, then lowered her to the couch, tasting her
melon-like breasts. He sucked each firm, reddened nipple until they stood
out like spikes. Her face was burning, her breath hissing like a
radiator.
Ellen pressed her breast's soft ripeness against his face, her cries of
pleasure piercing the room's air. She squeezed his cock, its purple,
bulbous head surging inches beyond the breadth of her small fist. Mewing
in ardor, she had forgotten that I was watching.
I envied Greg's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I unzipped and
pulled it from my slacks, pumping slowly.
He pushed her trembling legs apart. Her pale coral mound pulsated. I
realized then that she'd shaved her public hair while in the shower.
His lips grazed her swollen clitoris, causing her body to shimmy. She
rotated her smoothness against his mouth as he moved her body. And
finally, his tongue was twirling against hers. My chest heaved in
excitement as he mounted her.
Her body shivered, her eyes following the downward path of his shaft. Her
eager cunt quivered upward to touch the intrusive member.She moaned.
Tears of pleasure pooled in her eyes as his broad cock-head pushed
through her creaming cuntal folds. Her fervid tunnel now engulfed his
shaft as she hissed, "Oh GOD! I'm on FIRE!" Her tremoring thighs caressed
his back, reeling him in.
And then, she was wailing with lust. He pistoned deep within her. Ellen
thrashed her head from side to side. Her hips swirled as she reveled in
his heated fucking. Swinging her legs around his shoulders, she pressed
her back against the cushions, squealing, her eyes glistening with tears.
Her face registered surprise with each steaming entry of his massive
cock. Her voice quavering, she whimpered, "Oh, GOD! GREG! I've never FELT
like this!"
Thrusting into her quaking pussy, Greg was immersed in the culmination of
their lust. His jaw slackened. His chest heaved as he looked down on her
rolling eyes. He moaned unintelligible noises I could remember making as
a young marine fucking women who were never as gorgeous as Ellen! I
couldn't have imagined being with a woman that beautiful! A MARRIED
woman!
Her body shimmied. Unable to tear her eyes away from the monstrous cock
ramming into her shaved pussy, she cried, "Oh Greg,I LOVE your cock! God
HELP me! I LOVE FUCKING YOU!"
I was drugged with a time-stilling sensation as she rolled,pulling Greg
beneath her.
Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock, her fiery well of
passion sucking in his long steaming poker.
Gaping at her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as she bucked
against him, Greg murmured, "I love it too, Ellen. I love fucking YOU!"
I now leaned against the window so closely, I could smell the
perspiration steaming from their inflamed bodies. I was stroking my
elongated member in rhythm with my heart, which was thumping like a
sledgehammer. Greg disengaged. Pushing Ellen to her knees on the carpet,
he mounted her from the rear. She reached behind, allowing her trembling
fingers to stroke his length. Feeling his enormous hardness, she cried
out in yearning!
She braced her arms against the carpet, spreading her knees to
accommodate the large tool entering her cunt. She gasped. her mouth and
eyes widened as he pushed deeper. She was shuddering, aflame with desire.
Her voice quaking, she pleaded, "Oh, JESUS, Greg!GIVE it to me! I NEED
your cock!" With tears streaming down her face she pleaded for every inch
of the monster that was thrusting deep into her lubricated pussy.
Although he was entering her for the second time, she squealed, "Oh GOD!
You're splitting me APART!" Her eyes were wild, her body flaming in a
crimson blush. But when he'd sunk his shaft its full length, she wailed,
"Oh, YES! Greg! YES-S-S!"
Now, as they united in blazing passion, she was sobbing. They were
thrashing about like hellish demons. The yolks of her eyes rolled. She
fucked back against him wildly in long strokes, shuddering as his large
balls slapped the mounds of her buttocks. I'd never seen Ellen so
overcome with lust!
The sheer joy of watching them was incredible! Until that night,I'd never
heard my wife swear, but now, white hot with passion, she was brazenly
pleading, "Oh GOD DAMN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, GREG! OH JESUS!" Ellen was
rolling her head in wide circles. Her eyes told me she felt the onrushing
orgasm that would soon overtake them. The smell of their sex permeated
the warm night air.
And then Greg, his face contorted, was shrieking, "I'm coming!Oh, GOD!"
He lifted his head high and groaned, increasing his tempo.
Her soft lips oval-ed with each entry. Ellen was positively radiant as
she turned to look at him. His hips hammered the roundness of her
buttocks. She matched each thrust as she told him, "Oh, GOD! It's so
GREAT, Greg! Come WITH me! I LOVE it! I love YOU! Oh yes, I LOVE YOU!"
Her blissful moans registered the expectant orgasm. Even Greg and I could
feel the explosion building within her.
And then it came! The sexual thunder was surging through them like an
avalanche. She shut her eyes tightly as they sobbed in unison,their
bodies and minds intertwined in cosmic eruptions.
I was coming for an eternity. I hadn't realized how loudly I'd groaned
until moments later when Greg walked over to lean against the back of the
couch and peer out the window. He was startled a moment but then grinned,
"I didn't know you were still here. Was it okay?" He was asking for my
approval, not whether I'd enjoyed it.
I zipped my fly. "I'd asked Ellen to give herself to you. I hope you
don't feel used."
He breathed, "I've never had a greater gift."
I believed him. I walked to the door. Ellen greeted me, her gray eyes
ablaze in lust. Her breath huffed in short bursts as she removed my
clothes. Grasping Greg's and my shafts, she led us to the shower. A dim
light filtered through the door from the hallway. Beneath the pounding
water, our mouths and tongues pleasured Ellen until the water heater gave
up. Now, burning with desire, we toweled off and stumbled to the bedroom.
Ellen took turns with us until,finally exhausted, she crawled to Greg,
placed her elbows on his chest and looked into his eyes as if in worship.
"I love you," she told him as she stroked my cock behind her. "I love
Bill, but I also love YOU.Can you understand that?" I wasn't jealous. Her
revelation told me just how much the experienced had meant to her.
I wish I could say that we were with Greg many more times, but we left
our vacation cottage the next day. A letter we'd mailed to Greg was
returned, stamped "Addressee has moved. Current address unknown."
However, the experience changed our lives. As things turned out, she met
two other young men who reminded her a great deal of Greg - David who
lives near us, and Brad who visited us with his parents from Long Island.
But those are Ellen's stories, and she wants to tell you herself.
Only later did I realized my desire to share Ellen had long been within
me. My voyeuristic tendencies, the pleasure I have from other men
enjoying her beauty, were manifestations of this. I think I relive my
original attraction to her through other men. Ellen now admits she enjoys
our lifestyle, somehow understanding that I'd always taken pride in
watching others admire her. It's not just to please me; she loves being
fucked by other men - and when possible -allowing me to watch.
Even now, a year later, each seduction is a unique experience.With each
liaison, another threshold is crossed - into what Ellen describes as the
land of mega-lust. As bizarre as our lives may seem to others, the
arrangement has had an interesting side effect. I haven't once considered
cheating.
Frankly, affairs with other women could never be as exciting.
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CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2: "VISIT NOW THE FIRE"
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