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San Diego Adventure: On-site swinging

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: john49686 Posted on: 23 Jan 2004 4 comments
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This is a bit of history, carried out in the days before AIDS, when we were young and crazy. My wife now repudiates this kind of debauchery, so I take particular delight in sharing it with my Whispering Lily friends. Enjoy!San Diego Adventure: On-site Swinging This is another in a series of true accounts from my sexual past. In January of 1982, Kathryn and I flew out of Grand Rapids, Michigan for a vacation in Southern California. We stayed at a lovely hillside bed and breakfast in El Cajon, a suburb of San Diego. We had been married six months; each previously married with no children. I had courted Kathryn even before she was divorced. She was 5'5", 130 pounds, 32 A breasts with long nipples, and shoulder length, brown hair. I was 6', 165 pounds, 8", blond with a trimmed mustache. During that period in our marriage, we had threesomes with close friends, hot tubbed naked with friends, and sought to extend our sexual adventures. San Diego was a very exciting place. We visited a nudist camp for a day. Laying on a chaise lounge beside a pool surrounded by naked men and women left me so horny. I was disappointed that there were no sexual references or hints toward parties among all those nudes. We picked up a local free newspaper and discovered an ad giving a location for on-site swinging. They were having a party that very night! Kathryn was apprehensive, but willing. I promised that I would stay beside her. We showered and dressed for the evening. The site was downtown and we found it to be an appealing, revitalized business district. The party was upstairs in a two story, older building. We climbed the stairs with other couples and men. We paid our admission and were given towels. The genders each had showers and changing rooms with lockers. The rules required men to be naked with towels and women to wear towels or lingerie. I met Kathryn outside of the changing area. She was wearing a beige teddy with matching panties and I wore the standard club towel. We began to explore the various rooms. She trembled and clutched me as we peered into the first of several dim rooms off a large central living area with couches. The room was entirely floored with mattresses. There was one naked couple sitting and talking. We moved on and saw several men gathered at the doorway of the next room. There was a crudely written sign posted outside at the door, "Jane takes on all cummers... line forms here." Kathryn looked at me shyly and said, "I want to see this." So, we proceeded past the line and stepped into the room. It was quite warm in the room. There was a distinct locker room smell...mixed with the scent of a woman. There was a single table lamp on a night stand in the corner of moderate size room. A pretty and slender woman about 45 years old was joined on a large mattress by a 20 something, tanned guy wearing a condom on his cock. He was thrusting into Jane on her back as she sucked on another young man. She was covered in sweat, as were her partners. Her breasts were sliding back and forth on her chest in rhythm with the thrusting of her stud. Several men of various ages and shapes were gathered around the bed with Jane. They were saying things like "Oh yeah baby, suck that dick." and "Fuck her good Barry." Kathryn watched for a minute and turned out of the room. She put the back of her hand to her mouth. I could see perspiration beginning to form on her face. I asked her is she was too warm. She turned to me and said, "I don't think I could do that." I could see she was flushed. I asked her again. Ignoring my query, she said, " How does she do that? I love seeing that...it is so exciting, I can hardly walk. Let's sit down." As we sat on a couch in the common area, she leaned against me and said, " I would be exhausted. I just couldn't keep up and I would be sore...that guy was HUGE. But, GOD it turned me on!" Kathryn rested a moment and then said she wanted to see the other rooms.I helped her up and noticed her panties had a spreading darkened area between her legs. We walked together to a central doorway, where we saw a large projection type video screen with the image of a busty, redheaded woman vigorously sucking a cock. This was before the era of AIDS and herpes. Sexually transmitted diseases were treatable. While we were not planning to be risky in our behavior, death and permanent illnesses were not a serious threat. We knew that sex was likely for us here, we came prepared for it. We wanted it. We were looking for it.The video screen was in the large central room with several doors. Some of the doors led to rooms we had already visited. Some rooms were smaller, covered with mattresses and hosting threesomes and foursomes. Dance music was drifting through one door and we chose that one. About fifty men and women were gyrating to rock music coming from two large speakers. The beat was relentless, thumpy and sensual. Women in teddies and men in towels around their waists were moving to the music as if they were at a public dance club. Others were rubbing, gesturing, and seducing their partners. Kathryn sat near the back of the room, while I went to get a couple of beverages. When I returned, Kathryn was dancing. Her partner was a young African American. I learned later that he was a law student visiting from Los Angeles. Dancing with a well-spoken, attractive black man while wearing a skimpy outfit was a fantasy come true for her. Kathryn was keeping time with the rock music and shuffling close to her partner in the middle of the dance floor. I could see her laughing and sometimes flirting with him by rubbing up against him. He put his dark hands on her beige teddy and pulled her close as she parted her legs to wrap around his thigh. I could see her butt tense as she pushed her crotch into his leg. Then, the pulsing rock song came to a close. Kathryn and her partner gripped each other as if still in a dance, though it was the dance of passion. The music began again with a slow dance number. Kathryn remained locked with her hands around his neck, her lips at his ear, and his outstretched hands pulling her butt onto his leg. They slowly began to sway. Even in the dim light from across the room, I could see the tell tale flush on the nape of her neck. Soon she was vigorously humping on his thigh. She was lost, in another world with this young man making her dream come true. As Kathryn finished her orgasm, she lowered her left hand down between her and the brown stud. She slipped her hand under his towel, though his cock was concealed between them. She kissed him deeply as she discreetly caressed him. Though the slow dance tune was not yet over, this interracial couple in the center of the dance floor turned together and walked out of the room away from me. I felt comfortable with my wife having the company of another man. As the next few minutes elapsed, I began to grow curious and excited. I loved to watch my wife have sex and I suspected that they didn't leave to get a snack. The room continued to gyrate.I circled around the dancers and edged out the door my wife and her young man went through. It opened to a large room, hosting a line of eight doors. The doors accessed small cubicles which were enclosed except for open ceilings. My wife was nowhere to be seen. I stepped through the room and briefly looked around for her in the other portions of the club. She had vanished. I grew concerned. Then, a passionate shriek came from one of the cubicles. I could not see who was within; the door was closed. But, I knew Kathryn was being sexually pounded there. Kathryn was a classic, fucking screamer. When she was being pleased in bed, people down the street would know it, unless we were careful. Kathryn was safe and happy; I waited. The minutes ticked away and soon became half an hour. Kathryn was multi-orgasmic and had terrific stamina. But, her orgasms were so powerful that she needs rest periods. A line of young men had formed outside the cubicle where I was sure my wife was sweating and taking the big black dick of her fantasies. The men were gesturing and joking about what a fine fuck she was going to be for them. I realized that things could quickly get out of control. These men were building up an expectation of sex with Kathryn and I was reasonably sure she was getting tired, not to mention that she had expressed reluctance earlier in the evening to have a series of sex partners in this way.I went to the front of the line, explained who I was, and told them that she was not going to do anyone else. I knocked and called out that it was "break time". The line quickly melted away as the disappointed young men went in search of another opportunity. Kathryn's partner soon emerged, sheepish, but grinning ear-to-ear. I smiled back. As he left, I entered and found her laying quietly, covered in sweat, flushed, and naked. She kissed me passionately. Though I am not into gay sex for myself, I could taste his semen. Her own vaginal juices from his licking were smeared on her face. She smelled and tasted delicious; my fine slut."Oh, honey that was a dream come true. He was so powerful, so black, so sweet, and responsive. I am full of his cum; feel it." I reached for her pussy and it was a soaked mass of semen mixed with her own fluids. "Thank you for giving that to me." She reached under my towel and said "Now, if you will just close our door, I will show you how grateful I really am."