Adventures in Swinging

Chapter 2 - Venturing Out

Chelsea spent the next two hours trying on different outfits that tempted and tantalized the eye. Having Darren there helping her pick out the outfits was fun, knowing the clothes were for someone else's eyes. Her heart raced in her chest like a teenager on too many energy drinks. She couldn't help it. She was excited. This was something she had fantasized about for longer than Darren and she had been talking about it. She had wanted it since college. She wanted to be able to sleep with whoever she wanted and yet, still come home to the same man who would own her heart. She wanted to be shared and wanted Darren to be shared. It would definitely liven up their vacations.

She wasn't worried about jealousies, at least not from her end. She had been in this type of relationship in college, and it never phased her. She loved having s*x and the way it made her body feel and watching her partner being satisfied was the lube that made the experience all slide together. Darren, on the other hand, was not so open with intimate things. She knew it was fine to talk and tease about with him, but she worried whether he would be able to handle it in the end. Would he be able to separate the emotional from the physical? She hoped so. She really hoped so.

Once they had their purchases paid for and bagged, they headed for the car but as soon as Darren had her outside, it appeared he had other plans. He gripped her hand, pulling her after him as he led her off to the side to a small sidewalk, she had never paid attention to before. “Where are we..?" she started, but then stopped as he glanced back at her, that mischievous glint in his eye that always made her p***y drip. She grinned and allowed herself to be pulled.

The sidewalk was just for show and led nowhere, although the mall had maintained the landscape and added solar lights to brighten the path, even though the lights were dim. Darren pulled her until they were out of sight and then set the bags of clothes on the concrete as he spun her toward him. Pulling her to his chest, she felt his hand slide down her back to cup her ass, squeezing tightly. “Adventures, huh?" he asked, and then devoured her mouth with his as she felt him raise her sundress, baring her ass. Then, he broke the kiss, grabbed her shoulder, and spun her around so that her back faced him. Bending her over, he yanked her dress to her waist as he slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her now-soaking s*x through her panties. She could hear his zipper and felt her breath catch in her throat as she thought of where they were and the dangers of being caught. She did a quick scan for security cameras but then forgot about them as she felt his c**k spear into her, spreading her open before him as he claimed his wife.

Bracing herself with her hands on her knees, she groaned as her cunt opened for him, swallowing his thick c**k until she felt the slap of his balls on her slick lips. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her as he slammed into her over and over, each thrust driving into her harder, faster, his need urgent and hungry.

Chelsea shoved herself back onto her husband's c**k, and then she imagined the college kid they saw in the food court and pictured him behind her, saw his grin as he pounded her married p***y, her wetness coating his hardness as he ravished her. She groaned, her s*x dripping as she felt the c**k pounding into her, felt the throbbing as her p***y walls sucked and pulled it deeper inside of her. She cried out and then bit her bottom lip to cut the sound off. She didn't need to be caught right now. What she needed was exactly what she was getting, to be f****d, used, and to come. God, she wanted—no, needed—to come.

Darren's grunts filled her ears as his c**k twitched and throbbed within her, making her whimper through lips pressed tight together as she shoved herself backward onto his c**k. Faster, he thrust into her. Harder, he pounded, until she felt that familiar twitch of his c**k that told her he was about to fill her with his c*m. She could feel her own orgasm swelling, feel her muscles tighten as she f****d him as hard as he f****d her, felt the shuddering of her body. Her mouth popped open, and she cried out as every nerve-ending in her body felt as if they were exploding, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm on a quiet night. Darren grunted, his c**k throbbing as he filled her with passion, his fingers digging into her, marking her flesh.

Then, too soon, she felt him slip from her hungry p***y and slip her dress back into place as he helped her to stand straight again. He yanked her back against him and she could still feel the hardness of his c**k against her ass. “Did you want that young man to do that to you? To bring you out here and use your body for his release?"

Chelsea closed her eyes as she moaned out, “Oh god, yes. That's what I want. I need it."

Darren kissed the side of her head as he squeezed her once more. “Then, you shall have it, lover." He kissed her again and then grabbed her hand and led her back out into the open and toward the car.

And toward their next adventure.