The Swinger Confessions: The Anniversary Gift - Sex Stories

The Swinger Confessions: The Anniversary Gift

... blindfolded angel. She knew why she was summoned to the theater. She knew that this was just a booty call, even if it was a very unique booty call. This was the only time that she would take her own pleasure to heart, the only time that her mind would be on her own desires. It was what he wished. She fell to her knees. Coolness enveloped Carla’s sex as Gary’s fingers left her depths, and suddenly warm lips kissed her mound. Shock registered in her mind when she realized that those lips couldn’t be her husband’s. “Gary! What ahhh,” her body reacted to the tongue that slid between her swollen lips. The woman was mesmerized by the pussy in front her. She kissed it, she worshipped it, and she made love to it like it was her life’s purpose to do so. Moans escaped her as she sucked on the fleshy folds of Carla’s pussy, she paused, “You…taste,” she sucked harder, “So…fucking…good!” “A woman!” Carla tore off the blindfold and stared between her legs. What she saw there didn’t repulse her; such beauty could never repulse her. Something snapped inside her, something intrinsic, something primal, something… desperate. She lifted the woman’s head, gazed at the wetness from her pussy, and pulled her up until they were mouth to mouth. The kiss was telling. It spoke of newness, the first for both women, and neither wanted it to end. Their tongues danced the sweetest tango; lips were explored by teeth and tongue, and the breath of both women was stolen by it. Finally the audience around them ...

... made itself known. Men gawked, stroked themselves, and the sounds of orgasms filled the air. Carla didn’t seem to care, because she wanted more of the light skinned beauty that brought such electricity to her system. “I need to taste you!” The urgency in her tone spoke of desperation. The movement of the women brought gasps from Gary, whom the women seemed to have forgotten. Carla gently explored the woman’s sex with her fingers, and gathering courage she explored her thighs with her mouth. She paused as she heard moans and murmurs escape the woman’s lips. She kissed her mound slowly, and with a tentative tongue, she licked the length of her luscious mound. Her feast did not end until she felt the probing of her own sex by her husband. However, Carla did not want disrupt the pleasure that the woman was experiencing. “Do you want to taste her, Gary?” Reluctantly, Carla moved away from the addictive treat. Gary wasted little time taking over where Carla left off. The woman’s body was being ravished. Gary licked, fingered, and sucked every inch of the woman’s sex which was very different from his wife’s. His tongue licked her puckered star while fingering her clit, and as he slid his tongue inside her, he felt the undeniable spasms of her climax. Carla leaned into the woman’s ear and whispered, “I don’t know how you know my husband, but thank you!” She grabbed her husband and left the theater. Gary sensed that something was amiss, “What’s wrong, baby?” “I need you to fuck me.” ...