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.”

Coffee shop shenanigans

I had the best experience I’ve ever had in a coffee shop the other day and I simply had to share it with the world, or at least everyone into the same kind of things as me.  There was this girl I met on the internet and she agreed to meet me for sex.  It’s a UK sex contacts site, so there’s no weird stuff going on here, we both know what the score is.

Her  name was Isabelle and she was so hot!  I’d been looking at her profile for weeks online, imagining that she had a whole entourage of fuck buddies lining up around the corner to get into her panties, but apparently she didn’t.  She told me that she didn’t get much interest at all.  I was very surprised to hear this and still half believe she may have been lying to put me at ease.  Perhaps it’s one of those situations where you get the really attractive girl who no-one will contact because they think she’s unattainable; who knows?  (If you want my advice, from here on don’t hesitate, just ask them).

She walked into the coffee shop in my hometown and sat down in front of me.  She smiled and I honestly didn’t know what to do back to her.  I’d never used a sex contacts site before and all I could think about was how well I was going to perform later on that day or whenever it was that we were actually going to do it.  She could tell I was nervous and relaxed me a little by making a joke or two and ordering the drinks.  “We are going to have a drink first aren’t we?” She joked.  This was kind of nice because it affirmed the fact that we were indeed going to screw later on.  I couldn’t help feeling very aroused.  I looked her up and down and checked out her body.  She looked tremendous.

“Calm yourself,” she laughed, as she caught me looking.

“Erm…, yes, you’re right.  You see it’s…,” I stuttered

“You’re first time with a sex contact?”  She interrupted, “I had guessed as much.”

“I need to go to the toilet, excuse me,” I said as I walked off, very embarrassed indeed.

I entered the tiny little toilet at the back of the shop, around the corner from the main drinking area, and no sooner had I got the old chap in my hand, I heard a knock at the door.

“Open up, it’s me,” came Isabelle’s voice.

I opened the door and she slipped inside very quickly.  She looked into my eyes and smiled, before dropping to her knees and giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had in my life.

“That should relax you a little more,” she said as she stood up, wiped her mouth and opened the door.

When I got back to the table we simply finished our drinks and went around the corner to a local hotel for the afternoon.  What a day that was!