Swinging on New Year's Eve - Sex Stories

Swinging on New Year's Eve

... familiar voice behind Graham, who turned around. And there he was, my lost love, standing next to a beautiful blond young woman. For a moment my heart sank. I could never compete with such beauty. But her sparkling eyes, her pulsating aura, her firm breasts and her smooth mons wiped away all fear. This wasn’t a rival but a future lover. I fell in love with Nathalie. Then I looked at Leon. He was more mature, ruggedly handsome as ever, his black hair tinted with gray. His cock, beautiful, thick and aroused. My pussy started throbbing again, remembering him inside me, making love, sending me into orgasmic orbit. “Namaste, Leon,” I whispered, holding my hands as if in prayer between my breasts. “And you must be Nathalie?” I bowed towards her. Nathalie rushed forward, she embracing and kissing me. When I opened my mouth for some air, she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Involuntarily I sucked on her tongue, welcoming such a beauty in my arms. Leon wrapped his arms around us and pushed his cock between our thighs, sealing my fate. “We all missed you,” said Leon, untangling our embrace. “Never do that again. We want you with us.” “You don’t seem too lonely with the beautiful Nathalie next to you.” “She’s a goddess, isn’t she?” Leon looked proudly at her. She just smiled, unconcerned about the complements. “Worthy of your divinity, which I never was.” My self-pity returned. “Nonsense. You just never accepted your own worth.” Those words stung with the truth. Growing up in a ...

... restrictive family, with a disgust for the flesh, I couldn’t see my own beauty, inside or outside. Leon opened my world when we met. He was a junior lecturer in comparative religions when I began my theological studies. “Let’s eat,” said Charlize, saving me from further embarrassment. Although I was the unicorn, they all made me feel part of their group. Sitting at the round table, I had time to observe my new found friends and nearly forgotten lovers. There were erotic sparks in the air. They all seemed to be in love with everybody else. Peter licked yogurt from Sarah’s nipples, Monique sat on Graham’s lap while Charlize and John were feeding each other fruit. Without any jealousy, they turned to their spouses and continued their erotic games. My heart expanded as I absorbed the love flowing through them. “I missed this,” I said, sitting between Leon and Nathalie. I took their hands and kissed it, tears running down my cheeks. “Why the tears?” asked Nathalie, as she turned her chair to face me, her legs apart. I could see her sex invitingly beautiful. Leon put his hand on my thigh, close to my throbbing pussy. “Tears of joy,” I choked. “Thank you.” Nathalie and Leon licked the tears from my face, their hands meeting at my pussy. I spread my legs further apart, allowing them better access. I could feel Leon’s fingers moving up and down my slit, while Nathalie played with my clit. I had trouble breathing and had to steady myself by holding onto the table. “Dear friends,” I heard ...