Convincing the Wife part 3. The final chapter… So

Convincing the Wife part 3. The final chapter… SoWhen my wife and I first got married, we were young and full of energy. We fucked all the time. We learned about chat rooms on the Internet and got into cybersex for a while. Back then, that meant basically Sexting on the computer without pictures. You would touch yourself and tell the other person what you want to do to them, etc. There were times I would wake up in the morning and go to the computer chair and sniff it. It was clear my wife had been sitting her wet pussy on it just a few hours earlier. Sex became a driving force in our lives. We talked about threesomes with increasingly more seriousness, but it never happened. We acknowledged it was a fantasy but the logistics and emotional repercussions were not something we wanted to deal with.Sometimes, these cyber partners became regulars and we occasionally crossed over into phone sex. I remember coming home once to find my wife on the bed on the phone, with her jeans undone and her hand inside her panties. She was whispering things like “yeah, and “I wish you were here right now.” She opened her eyes when she heard me come in but once she realized it was me she just closed her eyes and got back to the call. I took off my shoes and got on the bed. While her fingers were producing squishy noises inside her panties, I pulled her jeans down. I watched her knuckles rise and fall underneath the cotton panties. She lifted her ass as I pull the panties off too. I gently moved her hand out of the way and stuck my face between her legs. She was so wet. She never told her partner on the phone that I was there and she kept talking to him about what she would to to him if he was here. Eventually she kind of pushed me away and got back to fingering herself. She told the phone that she was going to come. I stood by the side of the bed, jerking off and watching her. She writhed and bucked and called out as she came. I didn’t want to mess up the carpet, so I had to awkwardly hold out my other hand and come into that. Not the most satisfying ending, but it was hot. It wasn’t a threesome, but it was the closest I’d come. That was probably the most adventurous sex we had up until relatively recently. I had primed her pump, so to speak, in regards to voyeurism with the video chat website. I found a documentary series on Netflix called Real Life Wife Swap. It was about the swinging scene in England. Many of these swinging parties were at private homes. It got me to thinking and I did some research to see if there was anything like that where we live. There was a monthly meet up about 25 miles away from our house. I couldn’t believe it and send a link to my wife and played it off as a half joke. Unfortunately, she took it as a joke and was like “yeah right.”Over the next few days I gently made it clear that I was interested. I told her all about the place and how we didn’t have to do anything if we didn’t want. We could just watch. Or only play with each other and no strangers. Or let people watch, or be in private or whatever we wanted. It would be $150 for both of us and we would have to get a hotel room and babysitter, but it could be amazing. Over the next couple of weeks, we told each other fantasy stories about what could happen if we went. Eventually she finally said she would be willing to go but wouldn’t promise anything. I told her we could walk in take one look, turn around and leave if that’s what she wanted.The anticipation was like an ache. We were nervous and excited but we couldn’t tell anyone. We had two and a half weeks until the next party. I emailed the place several times, explaining we were new to this and wanted to know what to expect and what was expected from us, things like that. One thing that surprised me was that there was no alcohol at this party. You could drink beforehand or afterwards, but they did not want a drunk rowdy crowd. Classy. Finally, the day came. I jerked off in the afternoon, to make sure I didn’t come too quickly if and when the time arose later. I dressed nicely, but casual. My wife wore a long skirt with some lacy black underwear that she only wears on special occasions. Around 7:30pm, a relative came to stay with the k**s overnight and we left, practically vibrating with nerves. Before we drove the 25 miles, we had dinner. It was almost 9:00 before we got our food and we were starving, but found ourselves not eating that much. We killed some time and eventually got on the road. We barely talked the entire drive. bahis firmaları The party officially started at 10, but we were told the first hour is usually pretty empty because nobody wants to be the first to arrive. We had a little trouble finding the place but eventually we saw the subtle house decoration to indicate the party (I won’t specify what it was in case it’s near you and they don’t want publicity). We parked at the rec center around the corner as instructed. A few deep breaths later, we’d left the car and started walking up the long driveway. The house was very nice. Big, with lots of gardening and somewhat set back from the street. It was just past 10:30pm but there was some activity in the house. I rang the doorbell and the door opened almost instantly. Our host greeted us into the foyer and took our coats. We paid our entrance fee and were given green rubber bracelets. Apparently this was an indication to the others that we were new at this. We were told his wife, the hostess’ name and that there where two couples already inside. He opened the other door and gestured for us to enter the house. For the most part, the house was dark, with Christmas lights everywhere, creating a soft, dream like ambience. We found the hostess in the kitchen and introduced ourselves. The other two couples were also in the kitchen, drinking punch from plastic cups. I immediately tried to imagine myself having sex with both women. They were totally normal. Not movie stars, not trolls, just regular people. Names and pleasantries were exchanged. Then the six of us moved into the living room area. It was a very large room with a fireplace, some couches and several small ottomans. We pulled some ottomans around the fire and made some chitchat with the other couples. More people begin to show up and it became a real party. We walked around and mingled for what seemed like hours. Hors d’ouvres were brought out. At one point my wife asked me quietly, We were both coming down off the excitement high. One of the couples who we had met first approached us. I’ll call them John and Mary. I asked them, “so… Like, when does it…” and I gestured towards everybody. John laughed and looked at his watch. “It usually starts around midnight. So any minute now.” I looked at my watch. It was 12:05 AM. I looked around and it could have been my imagination but I felt like there were fewer people in the living room area. “Want to go look around?” asked Mary. They led us to another part of the house and up the stairs. The second floor had two bathrooms and many other rooms. My wife excused herself to go to the bathroom. I watched her go into the room, close the door, immediately come out again with her hand over her mouth. She was laughing. “There’s a guy getting a blowjob in the shower!” Her face was red. “Come on,” John said, “let’s go see.” He could see our hesitancy and assured us, “if they wanted to be left alone they would have closed the door. That’s how it works.” John and Mary walked in first and stood by the shower. My wife and I followed and stood behind them. There was, indeed, a guy getting a blowjob in the shower. I have never seen anyone else have sex, live, in front of me. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t like a movie. It was real. The air felt electric to me. The guy had his pants around his ankles and was holding up his shirt. The woman was kneeling in front of him, bobbing her head. At one point, the guy looked over at the four of us, tilted his chin up at us and then close his eyes again. I put my arm around my wife and we stood in silence, watching. The guy started making huffing noises and came. The woman never took her mouth off his cock. She made swallowing noises and stood up. The guy put his pants back up and tucked his shirt back in. The woman said excuse me, and stepped out of the shower past us, leading the guy by his hand. When they left, my wife said, “First of all, holy shit. Second of all,I can’t believe she just swallowed a strangers come!” Mary told her they were probably a couple that arrived together. It’s still early for swapping. The three of us left the bathroom so my wife could actually go to the bathroom. “I’m closing the door, that means no peeking!” she said. Out in the hallway, I subtly tried to adjust my hard on into a more comfortable position. John whispered in my ear, “you don’t need to try to hide it here. All the guys have boners. Most would be happy to show you!” and he laughed. My wife came out of the bathroom and joined kaçak iddaa us. We slowly made our way to all the other rooms. Some were still empty, some had closed doors, and the others had people fucking in them. One of them had two double beds and there was a couple in each. The other had what looked like a queen-size with two men and a woman. The room had about eight or 10 other people, just standing around and watching. The woman was sucking one of the guys dick, and the other guy was eating her pussy. I looked at my wife. “You OK?” She just nodded and held my hand. The sensation was incredibly hard to explain. I was incredibly horny and turned on, but also nervous and, I guess disoriented is the word. I have literally never experienced anything like this before. While the threesome was going on, I looked over at John and Mary. He was behind her, caressing her breasts and one of her hands was behind her back, presumably stroking his cock. Some of the other strangers were making out or feeling each other up, but most of them were just standing there watching. The man who was eating the woman’s pussy was now rubbing his hard cock on her completely shaved pussy, sticking it in, taking it all the way out, sticking it back in again. We could hear conversations out in the hallway but except for the sounds of sucking and fucking, the room was quiet. I looked over at John. He was kissing a short dark-haired woman who wasn’t Mary. Mary was standing next to him with her arm around his waist, watching him kiss this woman. I looked back at the bed and the guy was now plain fucking her now. She made little noises with each thrust, but kept her mouth on the other guy’s cock. John and the dark-haired woman walked passed me. “Have fun,” he said and left the room. I looked around for Mary but didn’t see her. I turned to my wife to see she was talking with Mary. They were talking very quietly so I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they were quietly laughing. I noticed that Mary occasionally touched my wife’s shoulder. My wife turned to me. “Mary says she’s bored and wants to move on.” Mary left the room and my wife and I followed. We looked in another room that appeared empty. Mary walked in. We followed her. “Is someone fucking in the closet?” I asked. “The door is closed so we better leave them alone,”my wife joked. Mary walked behind us and closed the door. “Why don’t you guys fuck,” said Mary. “No one will bother you. I closed the door,” she said looking at my wife. I looked at my wife raising my eyebrows. She shrugged. I took her face in my hand and kissed her hard. “Oh my god,” she whispered. My hand found her ass and squeezed. Our tongues danced around each other’s. Her hand found my cock. Wait a minute. How could she reach…? Then I felt her breasts against my back. Mary had snuck up behind me. I stopped kissing my wife. She opened her eyes and saw Mary peeking over my shoulder, her hand rubbing the front of my pants. “Is this OK guys?” She asked. My wife said nothing. She just found a chair and sat down. “Really? “I asked. She shrugged. “Let’s see what happens. “ Still behind me, Mary unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my cock. I could feel her breath on my neck as she jerked me off from behind. My wife had the same expression on her face as she did watching that guy on video chat. Intense, mouth slightly open. I was afraid to initiate anything with Mary so I just let her have her way. She walked over to the bed and sat down. She patted the bed next to her. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and sat down. She gently pushed on my chest, indicating I should lie down. I did. She continued to stroke me, grazing my balls with her nails and squeezing the shaft. It was, again, disorienting. These were not my wife’s hands or the moves my wife did. I open my eyes and looked over at her. She and Mary had locked eyes. “What am I allowed to do with him?” Mary asked. “I don’t know.” My wife said. “Is this OK, what I’m doing right now?” There was a pause and then, “yes.” “Is it OK if I do this?” Mary asked and leaned over. I felt the overwhelming sensation of a hot wet mouth envelope the head of my cock. She didn’t stop. Did that mean my wife said that was OK? I opened my eyes. My wife was watching as if in a trance. The front of her skirt was hiked up and she was rubbing the front of her panties. Disorienting. Overwhelming. Mary continued to suck my cock slowly. My wife reached inside her panties and played with her pussy. I called kaçak bahis her over to the bed. She shook her head no but kept fiddling her clit. “I want to taste you,” I said to my wife. Mary stopped sucking. She turned to my wife and said “you’re not gonna let him eat your pussy? I’d love to see that.” My wife put her hands over her eyes as if she couldn’t believe when she was about to do. She took a deep breath, stood up, let her panties drop to the floor and walked over to the bed. “How do you want me?” she asked. I positioned her on the bed, laid on my side and buried my face in her pussy. She grabbed a pillow and put it to her face, stifling a moan. “It’s just adults here, hon.” I said. “You don’t need to be quiet.” She laughed in between gasping in pleasure and threw the pillow across the room. I have never been in a 69, but basically that’s what I was doing. The overwhelming sensation of my cock being sucked, by a stranger in fact, along with the intoxicating sensation of my wife’s wet pussy on my mouth was dizzying. It might be my imagination but I feel like I blacked out for a second. I flicked my wife’s clit with my tongue and slide two fingers inside of her. Mary licked up and down my shaft, occasionally engulfing the whole thing in her mouth. I took my soaking fingers out of my wife and rubbed my index finger on her asshole while still licking and sucking her. She let out a small little moan to indicate it was OK to keep going. I applied some pressure on my finger, wet with her to juice, slipped right into her asshole. I don’t think she was conscious of it but she whispered “yeah”. I continued to lick her clit and finger her asshole. I felt “that” sensation and instinctively tapped Mary’s shoulder. I quickly realized she may not automatically know what that meant, so I said “I’m gonna come.” My wife sat up and said, “don’t swallow,” to Mary. Mary said she wouldn’t do that with a stranger anyway and stood up. “I think you need to fuck your wife.” I said, “As soon as my cock gets inside her I will cum. Let me finish her off first. “. I dove back into her pussy. I put my finger back in her asshole and rotated it around. Mary set on the bed. She just sat there watching us up close and holding my wife’s hand. “I’m just watching,” she said. My wife continued to moan and call out until she finally came. I couldn’t believe the noise she was making. It must have been so freeing to be able to come without having to stay quiet. She laid there, breathing hard. I wiped my face off and set up. “Is there anything to drink in here?” My wife asked. Mary said she would get some punch and left the room, closing the door behind her. “You OK?” I asked my wife. “MMMhmmm.” We just lay there, catching our breath. We heard a knock at the door. Before we could say anything, Mary came in and closed the door behind her. She handed my wife a cup. My wife set up and took a sip and thanked Mary. “Are you ready to fuck her now? “Mary asked. I was still aroused, but my cock was not rockhard standing up. I said as much to my wife. “She’s not blowing you again, buster. Get up here and fuck me,” she said. Mary took a drink from the cup, put it down on the end table and sat down in the chair my wife was in before. Just like my wife, she hiked up the front of her skirt and stuck her hand down her panties. My semi hard cock started throbbing and standing up. I took a pillow and stuck it under my wife’s ass. I got in between her legs, looked her in the eye and said “I love you.” “I love you too, now, come on.” I sank my cock inside her pussy And she let out a long moan. I started pumping and I could tell this was going to be a quick one. I looked over at Mary who was furiously fingering herself. We locked eyes. Shit, I’m going to come ,” I said. My wife continued to moan and Mary continued to stare, her hands flying over her clit. While still locking eyes with Mary, I came inside my wife. It was easily the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I actually teared up. My wife and I looked over at Mary. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open. Then her lips closed. Then she bared her teeth. Then she jerked her head forward and then back. She had cum. Mary gathered herself, came over to us and kissed us each on the cheek. “Hope you guys come back,” She said and left the room. My wife and I took our time getting dressed again, taking sips from the cup and getting ready to face everybody in the house again. Finally, I opened the door and we walked out. It’s been almost 2 years and we have not been back. I’m thinking of showing my wife this story to remind her of what a special night that was. Even if we never go back, the memory is burned so strongly into my head and I will have it forever.