As you may or may not be aware, my ex husband, Rob and I were very active swingers when we were married. The following is an account of one of those swinging experiences.
We had met this couple on the net, but without exchanging facial photos, for safety's sake.
However we had exchanges quite a few revealing photos. You know the sort, me in sexy lingerie showing just about everything, including the fact I shave my pussy, and body and cock shots of Rob.
In return, their photos were also extremely revealing showing her very slim body nearly naked and a cock shot of him, which had me getting wet just looking at it.
It looked very long and very thick!
We agreed to meet Paula & Adrian at their place in Paddington and go on out to dinner together.
Rob and I decided we would stay in the city rather than drive home to our place in the Hills. It's not smart to drink and drive!
Came the night of the meeting and I dressed to kill! Being summer, and warm in Sydney, I wore a short black silk skirt that moulds tightly around my bum and accentuates one of my best features, my legs, particularly when I'm wearing stilettos. Black sleeveless, see through lacy top a with a black, half cup lace bra underneath holding my 38C boobs, and which lets you think you can see more than you actually can. To add just a modem of decorum, I wore a thigh length jacket, just so I didn't actually look like a hooker. After all we were going to stay in Kings Cross, Sydney's seediest night spot suburb, and the home of brothels and street prostitutes!
We booked into the Wentworth Hotel in William Street, Kings Cross.
If I was at worried whether I looked OK or not, those doubts were quickly dispensed with as we walked up to reception. The admiring, and sometimes lustful, looks from a lot males, made this 42 year old mother of three teenagers feel exceptionally hot, and horny!
The taxi dropped us of in a beautiful tree lined Paddington street, about 7.30pm as arranged, and being summer it was still quite light.
Adrian answered the door. He was average height, about 5'10", slim build, not solid and muscular like Rob, and dressed fashionably casual. I'd guess he was in his early forties. His welcoming smile was warm and inviting.
"Welcome you two, it's really lovely to meet you. My Catherine, aren't you the gorgeous one!"
I actually blushed! But it wasn't because of the compliment, it was because I realised he'd caught me looking directly at his crotch while he was greeting us.
I think I stuttered a "thank you" for the compliment as he smiled and led us inside.
Their house was one of those typical Paddington two storey terraces with a long entry hall with all the rooms off to the right. The first room was a large lounge with multi fold doors that opened through to an almost equally large dining room.
Adrian led us into the lounge where Paula was waiting to greet us.
She was average height, very slim, smallish B cup boobs and long, shapely slender legs. She looked to be mid to late thirties and was also wearing a mini skirt, but hers was the hipster type and she had a cropped, fitted shirt stopping just below and accentuating her pert breasts. It also displayed a section of tanned, flat midriff with pierced and jewellery decorated navel.
Rob was almost dribbling!
Paula walked across to us, put her arms around me, gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"Catherine, the photos we exchanged didn't do you justice, you're very beautiful."
This time I did blush because of the compliment. I've often had men pay me compliments, usually to get into my pants, but very rarely a woman.
"Thank you, it's lovely of you to say that Paula," I answered modestly
"You do have a beautiful home." I was glancing around the large room which was obviously expensively furnished in a period style, perfect for the older Paddington terrace. There was a large, ornate marble fireplace in the middle of the external wall and a huge plush rug, in front of the fireplace, which was surrounded by the period style lounge suite. It would have been fabulous to lay on the rug, in front of the fire in winter, but this was summer. The house was lovely and cool.
"Would you like a drink?" Adrian asked, "Scotch, beer, wine?"
"A glass of wine would be lovely thanks," I answered.
"And I'll have a beer if that's OK," Rob said.
"Chardonnay OK Catherine?"
"Fine," I nodded.
"Please, sit down make yourselves comfortable," Paula said "I'll just go and help Adrian with the drinks."
They both left the room and I looked at Rob, he gave me a smile and a wink. Obviously he was happy with what he saw. I winked back, so was I!
After a couple of glasses of wine I was feeling quite mellow and relaxed as Adrian announced the taxi was here to take us to the restaurant.
Adrian, Paula and I got into the back seat, me in the middle, with Rob up front with the driver. It was only a 10 minute drive to the restaurant they had picked, but it was an eventful ride!
The restaurant was one of those small, dim intimate places with a dance floor, which appeared to be crowded already.
After we were seated and drinks ordered, I asked Rob to dance with me. Raising one eyebrow, he agreed, and we sauntered off to the dance floor, which was now even more crowded. Snuggling into his arms I whispered "That was one hot cab ride."
Leaning slightly back he looked down at me and looked at me questionably "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you see what was going on in the back seat of the cab?" I asked incredulously.
"Nope, what happened?"
Heaving a sigh of disbelief, I told him about the taxi ride.
"We had no sooner started off and Adrian put his arm around me, his hand dropping straight onto my right breast. I offered no objection, or resistance, hell why would I, that's what we were here for. He took that as an open invitation, which I guess it was, and immediately started fondling my other breast, squeezing and fondling and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. At the same time he was nuzzling my neck, lightly nipping and sucking. Fuck honey, I was getting horney! Then I felt a hand on my thigh, it had to be Paula! While he was feeling up my tits, she was sliding her hand up my skirt! She didn't waste any time and soon she was rubbing my pussy through my G string, then she pushed the crutch aside and slipped two fingers into me."
I could see, and feel, Rob was getting excited, and aroused!
"What happened next?" he said unbelievingly.
"Hell feeling as horny as I was I opened my thighs, as far as this skirt would let me, so she could have a good go! Unfortunately the cab ride came to an end, with me just about to orgasm. I'm surprised you didn't hear my heavy breathing and moans, or see the taxi driver adjust his rear view mirror so he could get a better look. He would have seen right up my cunt! He's probably off somewhere now, beating his meat!"
"Shit, and I missed all that." Rob sounded crestfallen.
"It got me all wet, feel," I whispered in his ear.
The darkened, crowded dance floor, coupled with my mini skirt enabled Rob to slip his hand up my crutch.
"Fuck, you're sopping wet!" he exclaimed as he started to withdraw his hand.
"Don't! Don't take your hand away!" I demanded. "Just rub me, rub my clit. I'm sooo close and I need to cum!"
