My husband and I have been discussing swinging for about a year now. While the idea of watching each other with someone else is highly erotic to us, we are both aware that it is a huge step. So...
We thought that a half way solution might be possible. We took a room in a very beautiful and old country house hotel. The room had two large bay windows with curtains that close off the bays. Ideal for a little voyeurism.
We got to the hotel mid afternoon, and deliberately did not do as we usually do when we come here which is to fuck each other's brains out. Instead, we spent a lazy afternoon in the hotel spa.
In the evening, over dinner we talked about who would 'go first'. In the end we couldn't decide so we asked our waiter to pick a number between one and 10. Five or under, I would go first, over five and my husband would. Our waiter chose three.
We went back to the bar and I slipped my wedding ring off and dressed in a short black dress with no bra (don't need one really anyway) and a deep red cotton thong. Then I went to the bar. My husband, meanwhile closed the curtains arranging an armchair on the other side where he could see the bed. The deal was, everything BUT fucking.
In the bar, it wasn't long before I was chatted up by a pilot. (The hotel is quite near one of the London airports and is a favourite stop over for airline crew.) Steven was a first officer with a well known American airline. We chatted, flirted and then he suggested we 'go for a walk'. Instead I said 'Hey, lets go to my room.' As we walked, I said, 'Two things. One, I am married. Two, I want some fun, but NO screwing. OK?' Steven agreed, and we got to the room. Once inside, we sat on the bed and started to kiss. He was a brilliant kisser and I soon became very wet. His hands tentatively cupped my breast and then eased the strap of my dress over one shoulder exposing my breast to his mouth. I have always loved having my nipples hurt a little and when he nibbled them I took a sharp breath in. I had also been rubbing his cock through his uniform trousers. Well, it wasnt long before he had the dress of me and I had his trousers and shirt off and his cock in my hand. His hands were busy in my knickers and soon I was cumming long and hard. When it was Steven's turn, I made sure that he spurted all over my thong. Afterwards we kissed some more and I made Steven cum again on my breasts, then, poor love, I made him get dressed and go. My husband came out from behind the curtain and took some photographs of me covered in Steven's sperm. He so wanted to fuck me there and then, but that wasn't the deal.
I sent Chris to the bar. Now it is harder for a guy to chat up a girl than the other way round, but as I said, we chose this hotel because it is a stopover for foreign aircrew and I figured there would be horny crew around. It took over an hour before I heard Chris's voice outside and then the key in the lock. When he came in, he was with a beautiful american girl. Difficult to guess her age. Could have been 18 or 28.. you know.
Chris honoured our agreement and told her he was married. She said 'Gee. Well, I have a boyfriend back home, but if we aren't going the whole route, then, hell, where's the harm?' Then I got to watch my husband kiss her. I loved watching her slowly part her legs as he worked his hand up her thigh and when his finger traced up the front of her little white cotton panties, I swear I could feel it myself! Well, he made her cum four times, once with his finger up her ass and then she jacked him off. Interestingly she made him cum into the front of her panties. Then, again following our agreement, he made her leave, even though she was almost begging him to fuck her.
When she left, I came out of my hiding place, still covered in sperm and I licked the fingers he had just used to such good effect. Then, I could fill pages with what happened, but only a few seconds of it was masturbatory.
I have never, EVER in my life been so turned on.
Maybe we don't need to go into swinging just yet. This was plenty hot enough for the moment.