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24/08/2025
The hum of the city was a familiar backdrop as I finally made it home that Friday night. My wife and I had long since embraced a lifestyle many only whispered about, exploring the thrilling world of swinging with other couples and men. We’d tried nearly everything, each experience a new peak of pleasure and discovery, deepening our connection in ways we never imagined.
I pushed open the front door, the scent of her perfume already teasing my senses. Before I could even drop my keys, she emerged from the bedroom, a vision that stopped me dead in my tracks. A little black dress clung to her curves, a sheer silk top barely concealing, yet perfectly showcasing, the swell of her breasts. Black stockings accentuated the elegant line of her legs, making her look utterly irresistible. My jaw nearly hit the floor. "What's the occasion?" I managed, my voice a low rumble of appreciation.
She walked towards me, a confident, alluring smile playing on her lips. "I meant to tell you," she purred, her fingers tracing the lapel of my work shirt, "I'm going out tonight. I'm meeting a BBC at the bar, and I'll be back later." She leaned in, her lips soft and urgent against mine, a lingering kiss that promised untold adventures. Then, with a swirl of silk and a flick of her hair, she was gone.
I stood there for a moment, the silence of the house suddenly roaring in my ears. This was new. To my knowledge, she’d never gone out alone like this. A wave of shock washed over me, quickly followed by a jolt of raw excitement. A BBC. I’d always harbored a secret desire, a fantasy of watching her with one, and now it was happening, albeit without me there to witness it. A pang of disappointment hit me that I wouldn't be able to see it unfold, but my mind was already racing, painting vivid, unbidden pictures of what they might be doing. The hours that followed were a blur of restless anticipation, my imagination running wild.
It was deep into the night when I heard the key turn in the lock. She walked in, a sultry, almost mischievous grin lighting up her face, her eyes alight with a satisfaction that was palpable. "How was it?" I asked, my voice husky with eagerness. She just smiled, a slow, languid stretch of her lips. "It was really great," she breathed, her voice a low purr. "He knows just how to please a woman."
"Tell me everything," I urged, my hand already finding hers, pulling her gently towards the bedroom.
She stripped down as we entered, letting the little black dress pool at her feet, then sank onto the bed, her body a soft, inviting landscape. I lay beside her, kissing her neck, her shoulders, the soft skin of her inner thigh. "Tell me," I repeated, my lips hovering over her, tasting the sweet, lingering scent of her anticipation.
She sighed, a sound of utter contentment. "We met at the bar, had a couple of drinks, then went back to his room." Her voice dropped to a whisper, painting the scene with exquisite detail. "He started so slow, playing with me, licking me, loving me all over, his tongue a delicious torment. I couldn't resist. I started to suck his cock, the taste, the feel... it was incredible." She shivered, reliving the moment. "Then he entered me, slowly at first, then deep and hard, fucking me with such intensity until he exploded inside me. And he didn't stop, he kept going, came in me several times."
As she recounted the raw details, I found myself moving between her legs, drawn by an irresistible urge. Her pussy was soft, swollen, practically throbbing with the afterglow of her experience. I buried my face in her, inhaling the musky scent of arousal, and then, distinctly, the primal, unmistakable smell of cum. My tongue found her, tasting the fresh, salty tang, mingling with her own sweet juices. My blood roared in my ears. I could feel her body arching beneath me, whimpering as my tongue continued its work. The taste, the scent, the image of what she’d just described, pushed me over the edge. She came again, a breathless gasp escaping her lips, her hips bucking against my face.
And then, I couldn't hold back. I entered her, my own cock a throbbing testament to the stories she’d shared, to the taste of another man inside her. I pushed deep, adding my own hot load to his, filling her completely. Once my climax receded, I stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling, then pulled out and went down again, cleaning it all up with my tongue, leaving her glistening and satisfied.
We lay entwined, breathless, still pulsing with the aftermath of our intertwined experiences. "I think we're both addicted to this lifestyle," she murmured, half-asleep, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. I just held her closer, a profound sense of exhilaration settling deep within me. "Definitely," I whispered back, already anticipating the next time, the next adventure, the next intoxicating taste of forbidden fruit.
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I pushed open the front door, the scent of her perfume already teasing my senses. Before I could even drop my keys, she emerged from the bedroom, a vision that stopped me dead in my tracks. A little black dress clung to her curves, a sheer silk top barely concealing, yet perfectly showcasing, the swell of her breasts. Black stockings accentuated the elegant line of her legs, making her look utterly irresistible. My jaw nearly hit the floor. "What's the occasion?" I managed, my voice a low rumble of appreciation.
She walked towards me, a confident, alluring smile playing on her lips. "I meant to tell you," she purred, her fingers tracing the lapel of my work shirt, "I'm going out tonight. I'm meeting a BBC at the bar, and I'll be back later." She leaned in, her lips soft and urgent against mine, a lingering kiss that promised untold adventures. Then, with a swirl of silk and a flick of her hair, she was gone.
I stood there for a moment, the silence of the house suddenly roaring in my ears. This was new. To my knowledge, she’d never gone out alone like this. A wave of shock washed over me, quickly followed by a jolt of raw excitement. A BBC. I’d always harbored a secret desire, a fantasy of watching her with one, and now it was happening, albeit without me there to witness it. A pang of disappointment hit me that I wouldn't be able to see it unfold, but my mind was already racing, painting vivid, unbidden pictures of what they might be doing. The hours that followed were a blur of restless anticipation, my imagination running wild.
It was deep into the night when I heard the key turn in the lock. She walked in, a sultry, almost mischievous grin lighting up her face, her eyes alight with a satisfaction that was palpable. "How was it?" I asked, my voice husky with eagerness. She just smiled, a slow, languid stretch of her lips. "It was really great," she breathed, her voice a low purr. "He knows just how to please a woman."
"Tell me everything," I urged, my hand already finding hers, pulling her gently towards the bedroom.
She stripped down as we entered, letting the little black dress pool at her feet, then sank onto the bed, her body a soft, inviting landscape. I lay beside her, kissing her neck, her shoulders, the soft skin of her inner thigh. "Tell me," I repeated, my lips hovering over her, tasting the sweet, lingering scent of her anticipation.
She sighed, a sound of utter contentment. "We met at the bar, had a couple of drinks, then went back to his room." Her voice dropped to a whisper, painting the scene with exquisite detail. "He started so slow, playing with me, licking me, loving me all over, his tongue a delicious torment. I couldn't resist. I started to suck his cock, the taste, the feel... it was incredible." She shivered, reliving the moment. "Then he entered me, slowly at first, then deep and hard, fucking me with such intensity until he exploded inside me. And he didn't stop, he kept going, came in me several times."
As she recounted the raw details, I found myself moving between her legs, drawn by an irresistible urge. Her pussy was soft, swollen, practically throbbing with the afterglow of her experience. I buried my face in her, inhaling the musky scent of arousal, and then, distinctly, the primal, unmistakable smell of cum. My tongue found her, tasting the fresh, salty tang, mingling with her own sweet juices. My blood roared in my ears. I could feel her body arching beneath me, whimpering as my tongue continued its work. The taste, the scent, the image of what she’d just described, pushed me over the edge. She came again, a breathless gasp escaping her lips, her hips bucking against my face.
And then, I couldn't hold back. I entered her, my own cock a throbbing testament to the stories she’d shared, to the taste of another man inside her. I pushed deep, adding my own hot load to his, filling her completely. Once my climax receded, I stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling, then pulled out and went down again, cleaning it all up with my tongue, leaving her glistening and satisfied.
We lay entwined, breathless, still pulsing with the aftermath of our intertwined experiences. "I think we're both addicted to this lifestyle," she murmured, half-asleep, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. I just held her closer, a profound sense of exhilaration settling deep within me. "Definitely," I whispered back, already anticipating the next time, the next adventure, the next intoxicating taste of forbidden fruit.
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