Adventures in Swinging Volume One

They escaped the mall and headed for the car—and Chelsea’s computer—her p***y throbbing and not just from the f*****g Darren gave her in the little alcove just a few moments ago. She was eager to do some research and discover if there were swinger groups in her area. She already knew that if her fantasy was going to happen, then she would have to be the one doing the legwork for it. Darren may have said yes, but that didn’t mean he was eager to begin their little adventure. No. She would have to be the one to shove the door open wide for them and usher in this new path they both wanted, that made her p***y tingle with each thought as to the adventures that lay ahead. She giggled as she slid into the passenger seat of their car, excited to finally be putting action to her dreams. “Someone is allowing her enthusiasm to take over.” Darren shook his head as he started the car. “You scare me sometimes.” She patted his hand, her smile stretching across her face and filling her heart. She was lucky to be married to such a man as Darren who would give her what she craved. She would have to make sure it went well, for both of their sakes. “What can I say? Being naughty is exciting.” “You haven’t been naughty yet.” Then he glanced over at her, one eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Have you?” “Not yet, I promise. But the anticipation is making me crazy and very wet.” He reached out, taking her hand in his and squeezed it. “We do this together. Right?” “Always.” She squeezed his hand back, assuring him of her heart’s intent. He just nodded as he shifted the car in drive and eased out of his parking spot. Turning back to the passing view outside of her window, Chelsea couldn’t stop thinking about what was coming, the adventure that would soon happen between her legs. She had so many fantasies that kept her reaching for her vibrator when Darren wasn’t home. She was eager to see some of them come true. She just hoped she hadn’t made it bigger in her head than it would be in real life. She had read the books, the stories of others who had ventured out of their marital bed and into another’s arms for an evening. It all excited her, and she craved that excitement. As soon as she was home, she tossed the bags on her bed and plopped down in her desk chair. She was ready to begin her search. As soon as her web browser was up, she typed in swinger groups and was surprised there were so many sites where people could hook up for casual s*x. It was like a smörgåsbord of lust. There was something out there for everyone, no matter how dark or taboo. She didn’t want dark and taboo. Not yet, at least. She just wanted s*x. Lots of s*x. “That didn’t take long,” Darren said as he stepped up behind her, a cold beer in his hand. “You’re more eager for this than I thought.” “I can’t help it. It’s exciting. Look here.” She pointed to the screen. “There’s something called a meet and greet at a local bar.” She turned to him, her green eyes holding the sparkle of her excitement. “It’s tomorrow night. We can go and check it out. Not even tell them we’re there unless we want to. You know, some undercover stalking before we decide to go further under the covers.” She grinned at him, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. “Isn’t that sneaky?” “Who cares? I’m sure they’re used to it. People like us, who are nervous about stepping into the swinger waters, probably go and watch for a bit before stepping into the pool. What harm could it do?” She stared into his eyes as she said it. She knew what she was asking of him, but she also knew it excited him as much as it did her. He knew what a horny woman she was when he married her. Her wanting to venture into the swinger lifestyle was not a shock to him when she finally managed to bring it up. He took a sip of his beer, a stalling tactic, she knew. After he swallowed, he just smiled down at her, his eyes already revealing that she would get her way again. He could never deny her. She was spoiled, and she loved it. “Well, then, I guess we need to go see what type of people show up. I could use a drink out, anyway.” She couldn’t keep the grin from her face as she reached out and squeezed his arm. “This is going to be fun. You’ll see. And if we don’t like what we see, we can just enjoy our drinks and then come home.” He shook his head. “If we go out, you’re having s*x with me in some exotic spot.” She waggled her eyebrows at him. “With pleasure.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Have fun. I’m going to see what’s on the television.” He turned and walked away, leaving her to do her researches and fantasies. She used the time to set up a profile for them on one of the sites, Timeforfun, the handle she chose for them. Now, what picture do I choose? She rummaged through their photos until she found one that revealed her cleavage and the promise of treasure below. She wanted to entice. Otherwise, what was the point of doing it? She took her time filling in all the likes and dislikes, what they enjoyed and were looking for sections of the profile, describing themselves as accurately as possible. No sense lying when they were going to meet these people face-to-face, if not body-to-body. Once the profile was complete, she sat back and read through it once more for glitches. Satisfied that everything was perfect, she clicked the submit button. Now she just had to contain her excitement until tomorrow night. She glanced behind her to where she knew Darren sat in the living room watching some crime drama on TV. I know exactly how to release some of this energy, she thought with a mischievous grin. Pushing herself away from the desk, she went to disrupt her husband’s relaxation. As expected, Darren sat in his recliner, beer on the end table beside him as Criminal Minds droned on in front of him. She didn’t slow as she approached him, pushing the recliner down with her foot when she reached him. She needed this release, their little tryst at the mall only stirring up her fantasies instead of cooling the pooling heat between her legs. He glanced up at her, one eyebrow arched as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. “I hope you weren’t really watching that,” she said as she reached for the button on his pants. “Even if I were, I’m sure with that smirk on your face, I’m going to much prefer watching you.” His dark eyes twinkled as she unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled out his quickly hardening c**k. “Especially when you’re down there like this.” She grinned as she stroked him. “I’m dripping just thinking about what we’re planning. I want it, Darren. I want to be f****d while watching you f**k another woman.” She continued to pump her hand up and down on his c**k, feeling his thickness grow in her grip. “I want to cry out as another man pounds me. My p***y is so hungry for it, it’s driving me crazy.” Darren slid down a little, giving her better access for what she wanted. “You always did like being such a naughty woman.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “It’s one of the reasons I married you.” His grin grew, and she knew he wanted their adventure as much as she did. “Are you ready for it? Ready to see another man use your wife? Take me, bend me over, and drive his c**k into my cunt?” She stroked him as she spoke, tempting him, as she saw the pre-c*m leak from his tip. Leaning down, she licked it up, gliding her tongue over the head of his c**k, tasting him as well as her from earlier. God, the combined taste drove her crazy. She dropped her head onto his c**k, swallowing him as she swirled her tongue around his shaft, running it across his veins and the throbbing head of his shaft. He groaned, his hips rising slightly to meet her mouth. “Oh, god, yes. I want to see it, see you being f****d, taken, used. I want to hear you cry out as his c**k plunges deep into your wetness.” She felt his hand fall to her head as he spoke, his voice growing heavy with his lust. “I know you want it, want others to f**k you, to give yourself to them.” She lifted her head and stood, pulled her clothes off in quick jerks before helping him with his pants, biting her bottom lip the entire time. When his c**k was completely free and she was naked, she turned and lowered herself onto him, gripping his manhood and guiding it into her cunt. “Is this what you want to see?” she asked. “Me bouncing up and down on another man’s c**k? Your wife giving herself to him completely? God, I know I want it.” She bounced up and down on Darren’s rod, feeling it spread her open as she gripped his thighs. She closed her eyes, picturing the scene she was describing, picturing the college kid from the mall, imagining his hands on her hips, guiding her as she rose and fell onto his c**k. “You’re picturing it now, aren’t you, my little slut?” She felt him dig his fingers into her hips, guiding her down onto his c**k faster, a sure sign he was close to coming. “Yes,” she moaned as she swallowed his manhood with her p***y. “Oh god, yes!” And then her body shook, her arms almost giving up on her as she fought to hold herself up, her orgasm rippling through her in constant waves. “Yes!” She felt him grip her tighter and then pin her down on top of him as his c**k twitched inside of her, his hot c*m filling her passion. She moaned, relishing the sensations that coursed through her body at that moment, picturing how many more she would feel as they opened themselves up to new adventures. When her orgasm subsided, she sunk down onto him, allowing his c**k to fill her completely as she leaned back onto his chest. She felt his arms wrap around her, his fingers toying with her swollen n*****s. She relaxed into him, her breathing still ragged pants from their s*x. “These quickies are fun but we need more,” she said with a slight chuckle. He kissed her shoulder, his lips warm on her bare flesh. “Agreed. Shall we head to bed?” “As long as you don’t plan on sleeping.” He nibbled her skin. “Nah, I’m thinking there’s too much energy in you, right now, for sleep, and with your fantasies, I’m sure new life can be found between my legs.” She squeezed herself into him, pressing into his arms tighter. “Count on it.” Her fantasies would keep him hard and her wet; of that, she had no doubt. She couldn’t wait for the meet and greet tomorrow night. Her p***y ached for this adventure.