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06 Sep 2018


Following our extended chat on the Sunday night, when Vanessa gave me a long and detailed description of her experience at the Swingers Party the night before, we arranged to meet up on the Monday to be able to chat face to face about what it was like, where it would be easier and quicker for me to ask, and for her to answer, all the questions that were racing through my mind… clarification that I needed, to properly understand some of her explanations, and also my questions about what else had been happening around her.

I had also had a bit of fun without her on the Friday, which she also wanted to hear about.

I asked if she wanted to meet at the local Wimpy for coffee, or rather go for a drive to an outdoor place where we could be private. She chose the latter!

We met up at her local shopping centre, left her car there, and drove through to one of the nice quiet spots that we have discovered, not too far from her place – really nice and quiet, with very few (live!) people around…

As it had been chilly in the morning, she had dressed in jeans and a knitted top over her thin cammy top and bra, but now that we had been driving in the sun, and were parked up in semi-shade under a tree, out of the wind, she felt a tad warm and overdressed, and proceeded to remove the knitted top. Of course I couldn’t keep my hands off her boobs as she did so, finding her nipples already engorged and hard to the touch…

But we were there to talk… I had so many questions… I wanted to know about what else was happening at the rest of the party – she had already told me the most interesting and juicy bits (what she had been up to herself), but very little about the rest of what was going on that evening. I wanted to know things like: was there open blatant sex going on in full view of everyone, or were people being discrete; was it just a sex-charged orgy, or was it a decent social party, with sexy stuff happening as well; were the folks sitting around naked or very seductively / scantily dressed, or in just regular wear; was alcohol-use a major factor for the evening (given some of our past life-experiences in this regard); were the folks there generally decently behaved?… So much to find out! And then of course I wanted even more detail on her own encounters, how she had felt during them, and confirmation of how much she had enjoyed herself.

As we talked, sitting turned towards each other in my vehicle, we were touching and stroking each other. She played with the hairs on my thigh, and each time she stroked, her fingers pushed a little higher in under my loose shorts, until she was rubbing my dick through my jockeys. I stroked her arms, her bare shoulders, her boobs through her bra, until she reached behind her and undid the clasp, and slipped her bra off, but retaining her cammy top for decency just in case anyone should drive past (we were in luck – no one did!).

She confirmed that she had enjoyed every aspect of her experiences (except perhaps the nipple clamps! – she would far rather have had someone playing with her nipples, maybe sucking on them while she was being massaged, and with them being clamped, that made them a bit “inaccessible”…), and that she would definitely consider going to another of their parties if she was invited back. People had been very friendly, and well behaved, just expectedly flirty. Alcohol consumption appeared to have been moderate, and no-one was drunk by the time she left. Many of the ladies had gone to some trouble to be sexily dressed, seductive but not indecent, and no-one had been stumbling around in the nude pushing themselves onto others. Folks seemed to meet and pair up, as she had done a couple of times, and disappeared off into other parts of the house (presumably the bedrooms) and reappeared a while later, so the sexual activity seemed to be happening, but pretty discretely. The party had a “good feel” about it – she had been made to feel welcome in the group as a newbie, despite the fact that most people there already seemed to know each other rather well.

It did appear as if she had needed to leave way too early, before the party got really hotted up, and she might have missed out on the more “orgy” type fun that could possibly have happened later – she thought it was likely that the sexual activity levels might have picked up later, and that things might have become a lot more extroverted, with perhaps more group activity, having seen the room with the numerous mattresses on the floor.

As she described her experiences to me, our touching became more erotic. I was hard, and wanted her to be touching me properly. I pushed down my shorts and my cock sprang free, and she immediately clasped me and started wanking, and then leant over and took me into her mouth for a while. When I stopped her, it was my turn wanting to touch more directly, to feel her wetness and experience her arousal. She really wanted me touching her! She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pushing them, together with her panties, down to her ankles, her urgency evident. We grabbed a towel that I had handy, and spread it on the seat under her bum (“just in case”), before I started to touch her pussy, her legs splayed for me. I rubbed her mound, noticing the couple of days of light stubble, wondering if I might perhaps have done a better job if I had been the one to shave her, while knowing that she would still have been silky smooth if she had had the time to wax as she had intended. And then I found out just how wet she was, indisputable evidence of how aroused she was at reliving the experience of the party, and of telling me all about it.

Fortunately, by now most of my questions had been asked and answered, and we could concentrate on pleasuring each other, and enjoying that pleasure! She intentionally held back on squirting, so as not to soak though the towel to the car seat, but even so the towel was still seriously well-wetted before we left. And she later put her head back in my lap and completed the blowjob that I had been so desperately wanting.

Vanessa unfortunately had a time constraint, needing to be elsewhere later that afternoon, so we reluctantly had to stop our fun, wipe ourselves off, and dress again, so we could drive back to where we had left her car…

That night we agreed we would not chat very late, both needing to catch up on lost sleep. I told her that I would be writing up the story the following day, and we discussed meeting on the Wednesday to go over the draft of the story (I assured her we would not publish it unless she was completely happy with it). She told me how thinking about what we had been doing that afternoon, and now about the prospect of meeting again on Wednesday, was getting her all hot and horny yet again! “You have me getting all worked up and horny again, dying for Wednesday to come quickly”. And then... “When I think of how much I needed you today… Mind you, it’s always like that when I am with you”… Not long after, we said our goodnights, I turned off my phone, and went off to bed…

When I turned my phone back on next morning around 6, there was a message from Vanessa, sent at 1.40 that morning, and then another sent at 5.00 – that last one reading “I have a story to tell you before our hectic days start”, and ending with a big lecherous grinning emoji!

Once I had completed the morning chores, and we had time to ourselves, Vanessa began sending me messages again…! She told me all about the most vivid dream she had had that night, after I had gone off to sleep, and she had lain alone battling to get to sleep, overtired perhaps, her mind still actively processing the events and fun of the past few days…

Vanessa’s dream follows…

"I eventually fell asleep… I obviously started to dream…

It was last Saturday night and we were there together. We were in the lounge instead on the mattress ourselves. I had my shirt on but no underwear. Everyone was in a very playful mood, in different states of being undressed. You were, as were others, giving me a flirtatious kiss of a playful caress on my nipples, knowing that they would be instantly erect and very prominent through my shirt. During this time my buttons had loosened and my boobs and nipples were now very clearly on display for all to see, and you were paying delicious attention to them with your mouth.

All of a sudden we went from playful to erotic. You weren’t making love to me, also not fucking.

You sensed my body had come alive and I was now wanting your full attention on every part of my body. Everyone else was still in a playful mood on the couches, chatting, some couples kissing, other ladies being fingered.

Our eyes locked and I became mesmerised by you, blocking out everyone but you. Watching you as you started fingering my very wet pussy, clearly evident by the distinct wet sound your finger was making every time you pushed deeper into my pussy.

Your cock was standing very hard and erect.

One by one everyone became aware of the fact that I was totally oblivious to them, but staring into your eyes, you interpreting my every want I needed, through our locked eyes.

You started playing between my nipples and my pussy with your hands, my breathing becoming heavier all the time.

I started moaning, my head moving very slowly, eyes closed now, from side to side, and around, moaning with desire through my parted mouth…. Our eyes connecting but you never came towards me to kiss or break eye contact unless my eyes closed in ecstasy. They were locked on you.

We knew I was squirting by the wetness running between my legs into the crack of my ass, but only evident to us for now, my breathing getting much heavier and my moaning intensifying, my hips now moving into your fingers, my pussy straining against your fingers, wanting more. As you pulled your finger out I started squirting, this time very evident to everyone that you were getting me to cum and squirt very quickly and frequently with every movement of my hips.

Everyone’s eyes on you / us, their playing had turned from playful to intentional, moaning coming from ladies playing together, men getting blow jobs, some ladies being fucked, but all still watching us very intently.

My arms had come out of my shirt by now and I was totally naked, still lying on my shirt, still staring at you or lustfully at your hard erect cock…

You proceeded to open my legs and started sucking gloriously on my clit, obviously by now very prominent, swollen and sensitive.

Knowing from the rhythmic movement of my hips it would not take long for me to squirt forcefully with your mouth on my clit, which you so deliciously tasted, your tongue running between my pussy lips.

By now the urgent moving of my hips, my breathing very audible, I was moaning and gasping with absolute desire. You knew I needed to be fucked by you to get my ultimate release. My legs now very much open, you mounted me and began to fuck me, our bodies finding our rhythm, your fucking intensified and I was straining my pussy, pushing back at you with every thrust, eagerly accepting your cock. I exploded, cumming forcefully, squirting violently underneath you!....

….And then I woke up, dazed, breathing heavily, realising as you made me cum in my dream I had actually cum in my bed!"

Me: Wow!!! Lover!

Me: I thought it was only young boys that had “wet dreams”… I’m so glad it was a good one for you!

V: Needless to say, after I had recovered from my very explicit dream, I had to do a very thorough clean up.

Me: … and obviously this has to become part of your story too!

Me: More linen in the washing machine this morning!!

V: And now my lover you have me very wet again, reliving my dream with no way of release for the time being. Yes, but worth every wet towel and piece of linen!!

And so Vanessa’s dream was placed so vividly in her experience of the party the previous weekend, and the arousal of the past few days. But in her dreamy fantasy she wanted me there with her…

And then we met again on the Wednesday, where I read to her the story (Part 1) that we, between us, had written (I just typed up her part into the text), we discussed it a bit, she suggested a few ways in which she would prefer me to change a few things, and then we were back in each other’s arms, our love-making hectic and urgent, our desire for each other massively increased through the extended sharing of her experiences.

So…. When IS the next party???? The one she attended has done wonderful things to our love-life!...


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