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Swinger’s HavenJust last week I went on a business trip to the West Coast. Over the weekend I decided to travel over to the beaches for a little R & R by myself. The hotels along the beach were lovely but didn’t have much nightlife. I traveled up the coast to search for a secluded cove where I could sunbathe nude and hoped to find other free spirits along the way. I did locate the perfect beach and did lie in the buff, but I had no company. Rubbing suntan lotion all over me was a turn-on, and I was careful to get lots of oil on my penis so it wouldn’t get burned!That night I was hoping to find someone to stay with me, but the place was filled with vacationing couples. No singles were to be found. But on my way down to have dinner, I met a really cute gal in the elevator. She was very slim, long lagged, with long straight blond hair. She also wore a wedding ring. I said hello and complimented her on her nice southern accent. She got out on her floor and walked away. When I got to the ground floor I realized that I had forgotten something and went back to my room. Afterward, on the way down, she again got on the elevator. We laughed at the coincidence and discovered we were both going to the restaurant. I lagged behind her and saw her join her husband at a table. I asked the waiter to seat me next to them.After eating I walked over, said hello to them, and shook hands with her husband. I told them how nice it was to hear a southern accent since I too was from the South. I left right after that and returned to my room. Since I didn’t know them at all well, I had to be careful, but I wanted to find out if they’d like to have a threesome. I’ve been involved in threesomes now for about four years and I love them. There’s something terrific about seeing the pride and excitement in a man as he shows his wife to another man, and I have yet to meet a lady who didn’t enjoy two dicks instead of one.Then an idea hit me. I decided to call their room and invite them to join me in the lounge for drinks later that night. I would tell them that another couple would be with me and that the other couple was interested in swinging later on.I worked up my nerve and phoned. The husband, John, answered. I explained my invitation, and he quickly replied, “Sounds good to me.” I said, “Great. see you at eleven,” and hung up. I practically passed out. I was so excited, I fell backward on the bed and lay there in a daze. I was a little worried though, because I knew I’d have to tell them later that the “other couple” couldn’t make it.That was about eight o’clock, and the wait was awful. I was so excited – plans kept racing through my head about what we could do together. Finally, I decided on an old standby: I went out and bought a deck of cards. If they didn’t have any special plan in mind, we could always try strip poker. I got more and more excited as I imagined what would take place later. I am an easygoing guy, but I can take charge if I sense that a couple wants direction or that one of the pair is embarrassed to speak up in front of his or her mate. And from these two I knew just what I wanted.Jean had long blond hair, but I always check a woman’s eyebrows for hair color and texture, because very often their shape tells something about the look of the woman’s pussy: Bushy eyebrows sometimes mean a thick bush between the legs, thin brows sometimes mean sparse cunt hair. And Jean’s were delectably dark casino siteleri and pencil-thin.The appointed hour came, and I went downstairs. Sure enough, John and Jean showed up. She looked terrific. She wore a silky dress that showed off her long legs. Her tiny breasts were concealed beneath a tight leotard. I had changed briefs but was already getting wet just looking at her. I told them that my other friends couldn’t make it, and they just smiled and didn’t look disappointed. We listened to the music for a while and had a few drinks, then I said, “It’s time to go upstairs.” They put down their glasses right away and looked sober-faced as they turned to follow me. The ride up the elevator was quiet and Jean looked a little nervous.In my room we sat around the small table and had another drink. John finally spoke up to tell me that when I had called and mentioned “swinging,” he thought it meant “dancing.” But as he and Jean discussed my invitation, it became clear they realized that it probably was not just a dance they had been invited to. I just smiled and let him talk. They had decided to come and meet me to see what this was all about, but obviously neither of them had ever swung. They thought that if another couple was involved then maybe they could just watch to see how they felt. But that was no longer possible, so he and Jean weren’t sure what to do. I told them: “No problem. Do whatever’s comfortable for you.” They looked a little relieved.I put on the radio, and we talked about our vacations. I could tell they were feeling better, and that’s when I suggested we play cards. They were both avid card players and agreed right away. After three hands I suggested that the loser each round should remove some clothing. Jean chuckled and John looked at her. She smiled over at him, and we continued. After a few hands, all kinds of little things came off – earrings, socks, etc.As each round went by, I could feel the tension in the air increase: John and Jean were wondering what they would do if they had to show their privates. Jean was getting downright red-faced and her breathing became more rapid. At that point I suggested we stop for a minute and take a break. John was in trousers only and Jean was in her tights – I don’t think she had anything else on. I still had on my polo shirt and briefs. It was my turn to deal and, as I handed out the cards, I announced, “The loser, whoever it may be, will have to masturbate for the rest of us.” Jean’s eyes grew as big as saucers. John just stared at me and said okay. Since the two men were in agreement, Jean seemed to feel compelled to play along. I lost the hand and off came my shirt. Then John lost. The next loser would be our entertainment. I lost.John looked relieved. I pushed back my chair and said, “Good, I’ll be glad to do this for you.” I pulled the table out of the way and moved to stand in front of them. I hiked up the leg band of my briefs to show more of my ass and drew the briefs tighter around my penis and balls. My dick had been stiff as a board on and off all night, and now it was at half-staff, thick and rubbery, just relaxing for a while. Jean was transfixed, staring at my fingers as I outlined my prick and teased myself. John sank back in his chair and looked on. My penis was starting to uncoil as I relaxed and really started to enjoy the scene. Each time I stroked the underside of my dick, it extended canlı casino another quarter-inch. My briefs came up to just below my navel, and the head of my cock was crawling closer and closer to the top of the waistband. Jean leaned forward slightly to see better. I took a step toward her as my cock popped up out of the top of my briefs. I grabbed the tip and lowered it slowly so she could see the whole shaft. Under her breath I could hear her whisper, ‘All right.” and I slipped the briefs all the way off.I coated my dick with suntan oil and smoothed it into the skin, making my unit glisten with moisture. But before I went any further, John tore off his underwear and started pumping his penis. I think he liked the show and wanted to be part of it. We sat facing one another in opposite chairs and pointed our cocks at each other as we worked our fists up and down our shafts. John didn’t last more than ten strokes before popping a load. I kept going and then told them that I can go for fifteen minutes or more if they wanted.John said, “Come on Jean, join in.” But she still hesitated and said, “This is a great scene. I think I’ll just enjoy watching and then we can go.” John pleaded, “Oh take off that leotard and relax, I’m starting to get hard again.” She shook her head. But John wouldn’t give up. He tried to take off her shoulder straps but she pushed him away. Then they wrestled playfully until he actually put her into an arm-lock hold. He marched her up to me and said, “Take her tits out.” She laughed and almost cried, all at the same time.I wasn’t sure what to do at that point, but my dick sure loved it. It got tighter and harder than ever. I stood, reached toward her breasts, and fondled them through her leotard. She tried to struggle free from her husband. but he held tight. I stretched one strap down her arm and freed one corner of the leotard. As I peeled the material down and got to her nipple, I told her how good it was to finally look at her pink little tits.Since John was still holding her, I couldn’t undo her other one, so I took a pair of scissors and cut the strap. The top rolled down to her waist while she arched her back. I told her that I was now going to look at her pussy. She struggled some more and then said, “Let me go, John. I’m okay, I’ll show him.” John let go and Jean sighed. I told her to step up on the table in front of the mirror. When she did, I reached up and stroked the nylon-covered mound between her legs. Her pussy was right at eye level. I pulled at the leotard and peeled it away. What a sight!Just as I had imagined, the hair on her cunt was sparse and her cleft was clearly visible. I asked her to get down and have a seat. I sat across from her and complimented her on having such a fine body. Then I told her to spread her legs. She gave me a sober look and separated her legs a little. I said, “Wide open,” and she really opened wide. I walked over and guided the head of my penis to her crack and slid it over her clit. Her body twitched. I did it again and again, her head jerking forward and letting out a little gasp each time my prick slipped over her trigger.I put my hands on her waist and stood her up and embraced her as we kissed. She was practically panting as I laid her on the bed and spread her legs for a thorough tongue-lashing on her puss. I looked at John, whose cock was straining at its limits again, and he nodded his approval kaçak casino as I began long, slow licks from her anus to the top of her cunt lips. We went on with slow and deliberate lovemaking, stopping to recover and relax just enough to keep us all hot without boiling over. I didn’t allow myself to penetrate Jean for about an hour and when I started to slide my shaft inside I couldn’t tell how tight her cunt really was: she was so very, very juicy. She stopped me after about six inches were in and reached down to check how much more of me was still outside. She said, “I think it’s okay – go ahead,” and I slid the rest in.After I’ve worked my dick in and out of a pussy for a while, my cock gets used to the friction and I can last for a long time. In fact, it’s sometimes hard to come when I finally want to. I poked Jean for fifteen minutes and, as the time went by, she and John were amazed. Jean climbed off me, and I rolled over, With my penis still pointing absolutely straight up to the ceiling, a good eight inches long. She toweled me dry and went down on me in an attempt to finish me off. She had to nibble along the side of my dick to get at all of it, then she took little bites on the head. Nothing was working, so I suggested we just wait a while and try again later. After a few minutes my erection slumped, but boy, did my balls ache. Then Jean had an idea. She got dressed, holding up her leotard, and dashed out of the room saying she’d be right back.Sure enough, in about ten minutes she walked in with another couple in tow. I had a towel across my lap, but John was nude and stroking his dick as they came in. Sue and Jim had been in the lounge when Jean approached them. She told them that she had a great deal for them upstairs in one of the hotel rooms and filled them in on the elevator. Jim immediately reached for Jean, and she couldn’t get undressed fast enough. Sue walked over to me and said over her shoulder to Jean, “Is this the guy?” Jean nodded, and Sue lifted the towel.My cock was stirring again. Sue said, “Let’s see if we can’t get this guy’s come out of those nice balls.” Then she untied her scarf and took off her skirt. She was certainly an eyeful of a woman: red hair cut very short, about five foot eight, tall and skinny as can be.She made me sit on the floor, legs spread, then tied my ankles to the desk legs. Sitting up, she secured my arms behind me and said, “Now I don’t want you to touch that tiny little cock of yours.” Then the tease started. She moved a stool between my legs and sat on it so I could look right up her legs to her crotch. She gathered her panties so that the nylon folded up inside her pussy lips, then moved her panties back and forth in her cunt to stimulate herself. I could see just about every detail of her twat, including the reddish hair that surrounded her snatch. After she had an orgasm, she pulled the panties aside and I saw her fully parted pink lips up close as she rubbed her palm across them.She said, “I’m just gonna give you one chance with me, so you better make it good.” She pushed me backward to the floor, straddled my midsection, and started a slow descent on my prick. I was really turned on by the serious, almost mean look on her face. My dick made contact with her wet pussy, and she said, “Don’t waste your only chance.” With that she started forcing herself down on my shaft. That night I discovered a new definition of “tight.” This lady’s red-haired snatch was so small that she squeezed the come right out of my rod. I was popping and bucking in orgasm in no time. The relief was unbelievable.We’ve all traded addresses and plan to get together again soon.END

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