My husband and I had talked many times about becoming involved in what was ostensibly a swapping party and long had I resisted. Don't misunderstand me, I am no prude and it's many a woman's fancy to be taken by two men at the same time. It was just a matter of summoning up the courage to go for it, and although a little apprehensive, I was nevertheless excited, this night was to be our first foray into the swinging scene.
My boyfriend broke up with me several months ago. At first, I was heartbroken because I thought he was the one I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life. As time went on, I realized that I was better without him. He only called me when he needed something; he rarely checked on me when I was sick. And the worst part was that he was abysmal at sex. He fucked me like a jackhammer, which never brought me to orgasm. He never went down on me.
It's been a long time coming. I finally was able to write my next story. This story is courtesy of my two best sexual friends, DC and RU. Thanks for everything. Feedback ALWAYS welcome.
The shower is a big one, with lots of jets and spray everywhere. Plenty of steam, too. I lean him up against the wall, legs and arms spread out, like I'm ready to frisk him. He's facing the wall, showing me his magnificent backside.