Our first full swap - part 2

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The drinks continued to flow and at various intervals I enquired as to Kev's progress 'down there'. Finally when the time came to reveal his 'donkey dong', I was pleasantly surprised. The length I would say was average, but the girth certainly wasn't, one look at that and it was 'game on' as far as I was concerned!

Mr S still seemed OK with the situation and encouraged my flirting with Kate, Kev and various others in the bar (but that's another post!). For the first time ever during a swinging club visit I felt free, liberated, without reserve and I was certainly making the most of this one off opportunity.

We all agreed that it was time to go upstairs and get the party started. We found an empty room upstairs, the walls painted black and filled with a bed large enough to easily accommodate an orgy of fifteen or more people. We all jumped onto the bed and began to play with our own partners, Mr S quickly entering me, no longer able to contain his sexual tension. I'm not sure how or why we parted with each other, but we did. I rested on my elbows mesmerised as Mr S and Kate kissed roughly with incredible urgency.

Kev sat casually leaning up against the wall, as he caught my eye he beckoned me over, "Come on sit on this." he said, holding his hard cock in one hand, his eyes burning with desire. It was a statement, not a request, confident that saying 'no' was not an option.

Reluctantly I tore myself away from the visual pleasure of Mr S and Kate, moved over to Kev and straddled him while he slipped a condom on. I was now facing the wall, not a good place to be for a self confessed voyeuristic zelophile. So just before I took him inside me, I turned around to look at Mr S, but he was too busy fucking Kate to notice me. I have to admit to being a little disappointed that he wasn't paying full attention to me, after all, this was a mammoth step for both of us. Unperturbed, I closed my eyes, slid the head of Kev's cock into position, then holding onto his shoulders, lowered myself down the shaft, finally stopping when his balls hit my ass. Wow, what can I say. There was no guilt, no shock, no feeling of what I was doing was wrong and yes it felt good.

I kissed him passionately as I rode him, gently and slowly at first, then gaining memento mercilessly, as my pleasure increased. My eyes still closed, concentrating on the pleasures within my pussy, my pussy filled to the brim with another man's cock, another man who's wife was behind me, the wife who was being furiously fucked by my husband, my husband whom I felt more love for at that moment, than I ever had before.

But beneath me was not a man, this was not a person, this was just a dick. Pure and simple unadulterated pleasure, my selfish pleasure. He was going at my pace, I was calling the shots, choosing the speed, controlling the depth. Taking what I needed from him, without concern, without thought, not caring about his desire, not needing to care.

"Is that good?" he whispered, eyes half closed, the pleasure within obvious.

"Yes." I replied simply, eyes half closed too, enjoying my climax as it began to rise and spread.

This I remember clearly, this was my first orgasm on another mans cock. Still I am in control, I am not lost, I am aware. I stiffen as I let the orgasm engulf me, then relax and savour the feeling, acknowledging its significance. Yet on this auspicious occasion, there was no fanfare, I wasn't shot down, Mr S didn't grab me by the hair and drag me off. Being here, doing this felt as natural as breathing in the air. No-one cheered, no-one clapped, I didn't take a bow, everything carried on, as if nothing important had occurred. And if I'm honest, nothing important had, not like I feared it might. I still remained just me, unaltered, unchanged, just me.

Kev withdrew from me and removed the condom in readiness to come. I took him into my mouth greedily, slurping him down, taking him deep into my throat, then running by tongue up and down his shaft, under the rim, then flicking over and back down again. When he signaled that he was about to come, I sat up and watched with delight as he shot his creamy cum all over my breasts.

We cleaned ourselves up, then lay watching Mr S and Kate continue to have heated sex. He had her on her back, feet up around his shoulders, pumping away at her like his life depended on it. She was shouting like a banshee with every thrust, completely lost in her own personal ecstasy.

Feeling a little self conscious with his new audience, which included a new couple in the corner and another peeping through the window, Mr S asked us, "You two joining in?"

"No thanks." I replied with a dirty grin on my face. "I just want to watch for a bit."

"Mmmmm, lets just watch." agreed Kev, clearing enjoying the sight.

That's my husband I thought to myself, wow, he really is good!

I watched spellbound as he gave his all to the woman in front of him, every muscle tensed with the effort of pleasuring her. I marveled at his manliness, his obvious ability to satisfy her and felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction that he was enjoying himself so much.

I love this man, I trust him with my life. I do hope he still feels the same way about me now?