The Swinger Confessions: The Anniversary Gift - Sex Stories

The Swinger Confessions: The Anniversary Gift

Soft music, candlelight, and the sweet smell of lavender greeted Gary as he entered the comfort of his home. Walking slowly into the home’s warmth, he smiled and noted the pair of black stilettos strewn on the floor. Gary wondered what his wife had in mind for the evening, but quickly realized that he truly didn’t care. His mind was fixated on the black blindfold that sat snugly in the pocket of his suit jacket, so whatever she had on her mind would have to wait. He walked a few more steps, and noticing the skirt on the floor, he became even more interested in what was on his wife’s mind. Gary bent and picked up the short red skirt that fit his wife’s curvy ass so perfectly - it was not the attire that he’d pick for the evening, but it sent a bolt of arousal through his loins. “Mmm, baby, you have no idea what’s in store for you tonight,” he thought as his eyes landed on the blouse at the base of the staircase. “Carla! Baby, where are you?” His voice boomed up the stairwell as he took in the sight of the candles that led into the master suite. The sweet fragrance drifted through his nostrils and began to alter his purpose. Gary’s steps were slow; it was if he wanted to memorize every step of the evening. Carla captured his full attention with the hosiery that she dropped at the top of the stairs. There was no mistaking the fact that his wife wanted attention he realized when he bent to pick up the thigh high stockings. The woman knew how to get under his skin. He held the ...

... delicate hosiery in his hand as he entered the bedroom. Again the sweet aroma filled his nose, but this time it was combined with a hint of his wife’s pussy; his body reacted to the scene that his wicked little wife created. His shoe hooked onto the bra that littered the master bath’s entrance, another step forward and her pretty black thong caught his attention. He lifted it up to his nose and arousal shot through him which stopped him dead in his tracks. “Carla,” he whispered, “What are you doing to me?” In response, she simply smiled as her hand ran the length of her leg that was draped over the claw foot tub. His mouth hung open slightly while he took in such a glorious sight. Carla was in a tub of steaming bubbly water; she glistened, her body unashamedly in the opening stages of arousal. She was primed for him and without delay she made that known. “Come here, Gary. I need you.” Gary loosened his tie and removed his suit jacket. He began to walk to the tub, but stopped abruptly and went back to his jacket. He removed the silky black blindfold, placed it in his trouser pocket, and spoke, “I have plans, baby.” “As have I, Gary, please.” Need was clear in her tone. He went to her while stripping out of his shirt, intent on assuaging that need, but determined not to release the beast that was barely contained within him. Kneeling at the head of the tub, Gary reached for her breast and let it fill his palm. He kissed her long neck as the scent of her arousal mixed with the ...