[This -- as in all my work -- takes place in a world where the safe sex we need to practice nowadays isn't necessary. Please don't indulge in casual, unprotected sex -- as arousing as stories about it may be.]
I suppose it's only fitting that sexual compatibility played a large part in the eventual decision for Johnny Athers and I to get married. After all, we met while I was being gang banged at a frat party, so we started out on a sexual footing, right? If you've read the preceding chapters, you know that at one time or another, he and I explored almost every variant, from monogamy (briefly!) to bi-sexuality to polysexuality and beyond. We both had dirty minds and weren't afraid to let our imaginations run free, but even more than that, we had a love for each other that included our deep desire to see each other have more and greater sexual experiences than we each alone could provide.
What did all that mean in practical terms? It meant that Johnny had no problem with my having other sex partners -- of both sexes -- if it provided pleasures for me that he couldn't provide. His eight inches made me happy. It wasn't the biggest or thickest I'd fucked or sucked, but it was still a magical rod throughout our life together. Being as we started out sexually, after a few years being married, he and I played at always finding out new ways to make each other come. Between that and the "current" that still flew between us I loved every square inch of his cock, and always wanted him to have something different -- not really sure how to talk about this. In case you haven't read earlier chapters, I'm no stranger to cocks. I lost count of the ones I'd encountered over the years, as a matter of fact! That means I'd run into tiny little chubs, donkey dicks, skinny ones and fat ones. The really interesting thing is that I've had great sex (and I mean, continual orgasm and from exquisite loving to hard poundings) with all different types of them! Part of that, of course, is that it matters who they belong to.
But if you were to ask me what I generally enjoyed most, it was -- and still might be - big cocks. Bigger that Johnny's eight inches -- big, thick, long cocks. I loved the feeling of being stretched out and stuffed full at the same time. Johnny couldn't scratch that itch; I was fine with that. And, amazingly, he was fine with it as well. And with anything I wanted to try, for that matter. Can you get the gift he was? I never saw him have a problem when I was with other people. Hell, he even organized a few gangbangs with big guys, and together we'd watch the videos from them afterwards and get each other off.
And I felt the same way about him; if another partner could provide something I couldn't for him, then all I wanted to do was pitch in and help him get off. Bigger boobs? A bigger butt? A hard dick? If it was different from my body, then it would have to be someone else, right? I know it seems strange, but we were both adults who had given this lots of time and thought. We were fortunate enough, early on, to join up with his friends Andy and Charlotte. He knew they were swingers and when he brought up the idea, I was more than ready.
Part of it was my exhibitionist side -- I had long ago discovered how much of an extra thrill I got when others watched me. I learned to deep throat and gloried in all the comments that came after that (there's a pun in there, somewhere, but I'm not going to spell it out for you) as I would go down on a long dick and bury my nose in the guy's pubes. The first time I deep throated a guy in front of others, their comments (granted it was all guys at a frat gang bang) excited me. When I later had an audience that included women, I heard shocked gasps from them -- and appreciative comments from their male partners -- that so excited me I actually had an orgasm as that cock erupted. Since then, I've been asked by numerous women to teach them. I even made a "how-to" video that I've circulated among the swing clubs we joined. And I was never shy about providing a more hands-on approach.
Sorry. I got off-topic a bit. It's easy enough to do when writing. In any case, I'm an exhibitionist. I'm bisexual. While all the gangbangs I was in during my college years were rooted in my personal insecurities, once I was with Johnny and he helped me to figure that out, the door was opened for me to once again surround (and fill) myself with cock. Because it got me off as nothing else did -- and no longer because I needed to prove anything. I mean, how could it get any better? Johnny loved to watch me get off, and if I wanted more than one partner at a time and it got me off, he was even happier. Entering a world of swingers, where sex was a self-expression, meant that I could indulge myself and we could enjoy both the thrill of it and my enjoyment of that thrill.
And let's not pretend that it was all about me. I still maintain that Johnny had a magic dick. I mean, I've never had any like it -- he lit a fire in me with it, every single time and in every single hole. Having compared notes (and dicks) with others who knew him, they also found him to be an especially good lover. And guess what -- he loved showing off how well he took care of his partners. No matter which sex, by the way. When he would finish, and his partner would be reduced to a jellied state of quivering flesh, I loved how proud he was of what he'd done, and that got to me on many levels. This particular chapter of life with Johnny is about how we got into a regular swing circuit.
After our first encounter with Tony and Charlotte (look it up in Chapter 4 if you haven't already), it was two weeks before we could attend one of their regular "parties." It was simply a matter of timing, so Charlotte and I talked frequently before it happened, and more than a few times our calls turned into phone sex, as well as at least two delightful afternoons of in person lady loving. She introduced me to her jackrabbit vibrator, and I let her ride my Sybian. Then there was the afternoon where we masturbated for each other -- that was wild! I mean, let's face it, most of us masturbate for ourselves. By ourselves, right? C'mon, guys, while I know some of you whip it out to get off at the drop of a hat, you still basically keep it private. Or at least, none of the guys I ever asked could tell me of group jackoffs, although they all had "heard of them."
Well, Charlotte and I had no secrets from each other. We had already screwed each other's husband and watched. We'd even eaten each other out that night. So we were already friends with benefits, and so on the first of those afternoons, we wound up naked, sweaty and wet. She has the perfect boobs, and while mine aren't a match (in my eyes), she somehow found them delectable. . The thing about Char is that she's just fun! She challenged me to suck on her tits until either she came or I gave up. I agreed, as long as she promised to return the favor. How could I refuse, after all?
I decided to take control, so I grabbed some silk scarves and tied her to the bed, stretching her arms wide as well as her legs. And then I blindfolded her.
