Sex contact swingers find a home

My husband and I used to be swingers in the last town we lived in.  We were always around another friends house with a group of like minded swingers having a hell of a time.  Dogging was never for us.  All that out in the fresh air nonsense is totally unnecessary when you can go to someone’s house where it’s nice and warm.  We have since moved house and we’ve been forced to go through other avenues to set something up again.

Once I’d got the internet set up again in the new house, when my husband was out at work I figured I’d surprise him by trying to set something up as soon as possible.  I found this UK sex contacts site and found a number of other swingers in the area.  I even found a swinger party on that evening and was formally invited to come along and bring my husband.  It turned out that it was only just a few streets away, so I accepted the invitation and got myself ready for my husband when he came home from work.

When I answered the door to him I had on a tiny black, lacy dress, some hold up stockings and pair of stripper heels that he loved.

“Is my luck in?” He asked

“More than you know,” I replied, “now get yourself ready quickly, we’re going out.”

“Where too?” he asked

I waved him away, as I often do when I get in one of my dominating moods and as soon as he was ready we got a cab to the place a few streets away.  The cab driver was very interested in my stocking tops and I could see that this was already turning my husband on.  When we arrived I could see that it was quite a big house, and I could see people going in the front door.  Some of them had bottles of wine with them.  It looked like a dinner party more than anything else.

“Why the hell are we?” Asked my man, a little confused.

“We’re at a party, we’ve been invited,” I said excitedly

“But we hardly know anyone!” He protested.

“Wait and see,” I said, as I led him up the path.

We were greeted by a man at the door who checked me out really well before we were let in.  I think by this time my husband was beginning to realise what sort of a place we’d come to, simply because we’d been to them before.  Sure enough, when we entered the whole place was becoming a little more like an orgy.  People had started to take off their clothes and there were already a few naughty sex acts going on in the corner of the room here and there, and people walking off to other areas of the house hand in hand.  I turned to my husband and smiled.

“Happy now?”  I asked with a smile, “surprise!”

“Yes I am,” he said, “let’s have a look around.”

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