Swinger's Haven - Sex Stories

Swinger's Haven

... that one of the pair is embarrassed to speak up in front of his or her mate. And from these two I knew just what I wanted. Jean had long blond hair, but I always check a woman's eyebrows for hair color and texture, because very often their shape tells something about the look of the woman's pussy: Bushy eyebrows sometimes mean a thick bush between the legs, thin brows sometimes mean sparse cunt hair. And Jean's were delectably dark and pencil-thin. The appointed hour came, and I went downstairs. Sure enough, John and Jean showed up. She looked terrific. She wore a silky dress that showed off her long legs. Her tiny breasts were concealed beneath a tight leotard. I had changed briefs but was already getting wet just looking at her. I told them that my other friends couldn't make it, and they just smiled and didn't look disappointed. We listened to the music for a while and had a few drinks, then I said, "It's time to go upstairs." They put down their glasses right away and looked sober- faced as they turned to follow me. The ride up the elevator was quiet and Jean looked a little nervous. In my room we sat around the small table and had another drink. John finally spoke up to tell me that when I had called and mentioned "swinging," he thought it meant "dancing." But as he and Jean discussed my invitation, it became clear they realized that it probably was not just a dance they had been invited to. I just smiled and let him talk. They had decided to come and meet me to see ...

... what this was all about, but obviously neither of them had ever swung. They thought that if another couple was involved then maybe they could just watch to see how they felt. But that was no longer possible, so he and Jean weren't sure what to do. I told them: "No problem. Do whatever's comfortable for you." They looked a little relieved. I put on the radio, and we talked about our vacations. I could tell they were feeling better, and that's when I suggested we play cards. They were both avid card players and agreed right away. After three hands I suggested that the loser each round should remove some clothing. Jean chuckled and John looked at her. She smiled over at him, and we continued. After a few hands, all kinds of little things came off - earrings, socks, etc. As each round went by, I could feel the tension in the air increase: John and Jean were wondering what they would do if they had to show their privates. Jean was getting downright red-faced and her breathing became more rapid. At that point I suggested we stop for a minute and take a break. John was in trousers only and Jean was in her tights - I don't think she had anything else on. I still had on my polo shirt and briefs. It was my turn to deal and, as I handed out the cards, I announced, "The loser, whoever it may be, will have to masturbate for the rest of us." Jean's eyes grew as big as saucers. John just stared at me and said okay. Since the two men were in agreement, Jean seemed to feel compelled to play ...