Adventures in Swinging

Chapter 10- Venturing Out

Darren didn't realize how much it would turn him on to watch his wife with another man, but seeing Chelsea go down on Brian's manhood made his own harder than it had ever been. His breath caught in his throat as Rachel gripped his balls, massaging them as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. He heard Chelsea groan, and it brought a moan out of him. As she turned all of her attention to Brian, he accorded Rachel the same attention, slipping his hand down to her head.

As soon as Brian started stripping Chelsea, Rachel began to unbutton Darren's shirt, ignoring her husband for the lover she was about to enjoy. The whole experience was surreal, being in the same room, touching another woman, while his wife was standing just out of arm's reach being stripped by another man. Darren turned his attention back to Rachel, who had finished unbuttoning his shirt and was stripping out of her own clothes. She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she tossed her clothes to the dresser one piece at a time. Realizing he was staring, her abundant breasts now out in the open, begging for his touch, he quickly removed the rest of his clothing until he was naked in front of her and her in front of him. She grinned as she placed her hand in the middle of his chest, pushing him back toward the other bed. He hit it with the back of his knees and fell backward, his arms outstretched. Rachel wasted no time climbing between his legs, kneeling as she leaned over and started sucking his c**k.

Darren pulled Rachel up, flipping her onto her back as he bent toward her wet p***y, blowing on her swollen clit before running his tongue over it. She moaned, her back arching. He gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to suck and lick at her nectar. His c**k rubbed against the bed, driving him crazy. He couldn't believe he was doing this, f*****g another woman.

Rachel grabbed at his shoulders, her urgency pulling him up to her. With a grin, she shoved him back onto his back as she straddled his waist, one hand on his chest holding herself up while with her other hand, she gripped his c**k guiding it into her wet p***y. With both hands now pressing onto his chest, she rocked her body back and forth, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone while burying his hardness deep inside of her. He gripped her waist, his gaze glued to her movements, the way her breasts swayed with her rhythm, the way she rode back and forth on him, her hips sliding back and forth. He gripped her waist tighter, thrusting up into her as she rode him.

The room was filled with the sounds of s*x, Rachel moaning, Brian grunting, Chelsea crying out. He didn't look over at the other bed but rather kept his focus on the woman riding his c**k. Her mouth popped open; her eyes wide as her body tensed. He wasn't sure how long she had been rocking back and forth on his c**k, but he could feel her body start to tremble as her orgasm shuddered her body. She pressed harder on his chest, leaning forward as she stared down into his eyes, her whole body shaking. “Yes!"

Then he felt his c**k twitch, felt his body tense as he thrust upward, pulling her down on top of him and holding her into place as his own orgasm exploded from his c**k into the woman above. Both of them were locked in the pleasure they were feeling. Forgotten was everything else in the room until he felt his body relax. Rachel's did as well and the pressure she had been exerting onto his chest eased as she sat back, his c**k still buried deep inside of her. She was grinning at him.

He was grinning as well.

Then he heard his wife cry out, a cry he recognized all too well.

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Brian shifted on the bed, moving her so that she was on the edge, laying on her side, ass resting just over the edge of the bed. He gripped her hip, his c**k poised at her entrance as she looked up into his eyes, her own hand pressing on the bed. He slid in without preamble, his c**k spreading her, driving into her. She cried out, unable to move as he had her pinned to the bed on her side. His hips beat against her ass, her t**s sliding back and forth on the bed. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how turned on she was looking at someone else using her for his pleasure.

“More. Please. Give me more." She wanted to f**k him back, even tried to shove her ass back toward him, but he held her tightly in place.

He leaned down on her, pressing her into the bed as he f****d her. The intensity of what she felt filled her, sending shivers throughout her body. Faster, he pounded into her. Harder, he f****d her. It was all so…so… She cried out, her orgasm flooding her as she beat the bed with her fist. He kept f*****g her as her whole body shuddered under the wave of ecstasy she was riding. “Yes! Yes!" She reached for him, wanting to pull him deeper.

And then she felt his c**k twitch, felt it swell one last time as he emptied himself of his passion. She knew he was finished as his motions subsided, his pounding slowing down and his grip easing. Chelsea collapsed onto the bed, her body exhausted, but wanting more. Turning, she gazed up into Brian's bright blue eyes, his grin making her smile. “I take it you liked it?" he asked as his grin grew.

“Oh, yeah." Her breathing came in heavy pants. She rolled her head so she could see Darren, a satisfied grin on his face as well as he stared back at her, Rachel laying her head on his chest as she stared over at the others as well. “Oh, yeah."

“Shall we have a drink, catch our breath, and see what else the night brings?" Brian asked.

She glanced over at Darren, who merely nodded his approval if she wanted to stay. She did. “Sounds great to me." The door was open, their fantasies a reality, and she wanted to keep it that way. There was still so much more to experience.