A First Night Of Swinging For Wendy - Sex Stories

A First Night Of Swinging For Wendy

... her hands were between her legs, and Wendy was masturbating.

"Are you thinking you'd like to be the flogger or the one being flogged?" I asked her.

"Um.. both, I think. At least to try. But on another night!"

As we continued to wander around, we found a room marked for women only. There was a large window looking into the room, and there were several guys watching their partners have some sapphic sex. We watched for a while until another woman, much younger than us, went up to Wendy and indicated she wanted to go in the room with her. Wendy looked at me, and, of course, I nodded. What else would I do?

There were three other women in the room, so Wendy and her new admirer, who I later found out was called Nicola, made that up to five. Nicola was very much in control, and she pushed Wendy firmly yet gently onto the bed. She used several fingers inside Wendy's pussy and frigged her for a couple of minutes. Even from the vantage point looking through the window, I could see Nicola's fingers were very wet. She then lay down between Wendy's thighs and used her tongue to continue pleasuring her.

I'd always thought of Wendy as a man's woman, being interested in cock above all else. I hadn't really thought about her with another woman, but there was a conversation to be had, and enjoyed about that later on! I couldn't see exactly where Nicola's tongue was at any given moment, as Wendy's thighs were either side ...

... of Nicola's face, but the look on Wendy's face as well as the writhing and bucking of her body told me that Nicola knew how to excite her. Her orgasm, when it came, was intense, long, and drawn-out, and I noticed that she clamped her thighs onto Nicola's face so that she couldn't pull away.

There was a knock on the window from one of the guys next to me. Wendy and Nicola looked around, and Nicola nodded at the guy. He was at least ten years older than me, but it was obvious they were a couple. At least, obvious at that moment! He was wearing boxers, barely covering a huge, thick, purple-headed, and angry erection. From a little pouch on the side of his boxers, he took out a folded piece of paper and gave it to me.

"I'm Derek, and you've already seen Nicola! We'd love to meet somewhere with you two. Give us a call!"

And the two of them disappeared toward the changing rooms.

"This has been brilliant, Tony!"

"What do you want to do now?" I looked at my watch and saw it was almost eleven p.m.

"Let's go home! We can plan our next visit."

On the way home, we were both very quiet. Satisfied, smiling inwardly and tired, but in a good way. There were conversations to be had about Wendy and other women, about Wendy and Aunty Marion sharing guys, even one I realised I wanted with my Mum about swinging in the seventies. But right then, it was enough to drive safely home—talking could wait till another day!