I’ll never forget my cousin Arlene. She was and is a beautiful girl/woman. We learned a lot together when we were younger.
Arlene and her parents, Tony and Tanita, lived next door to me and my parents when she was ten years old.
Because there were so few children living near us, none, we of course got used to each other. Actually we lived in the countryside and the nearest farm was close to a quarter of a mile away and they had no children of our age.
We’ve been swinging for a few years Tom my guy started talking about me attacking a black man. I forced him to convince me, but deep down, I couldn’t wait to feel a big black dick inside me. It had always been taboo growing up in a small town in the south. I’d always heard black men hanged well and my husband was a little small in that department. I finally agreed to place an ad in our swingers group to see what we could find. We both went through the answers and picked someone who came through our city often since he was a stop driver. We had a meeting with Gene to get to know each other a little bit and to see if we really wanted to meet. We met him for a drink the next time he was in town and decided to set a date for next week. I knew as soon as I saw this man I wanted him to be my first black lover. He was very muscular, tall and handsome and also very nice. When we went out to say goodbye, he asked husbandly if he could kiss me and he agreed. He took me in his big arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever felt. I felt his dick getting hard in his pants and it felt huge. I wanted to fuck him there in the parking lot… But I didn’t want manly to know how excited I was, he might back off. Finally Tom said funny: “You better cool off or we won’t make it till next week.”
Linda and I were looking forward to the party. We’d been there before, so we had a pretty good idea what to expect. They had a dance every other week, and many of the couples got a room at the motel for some playtime after the dance. The last time we left, we were invited to a room, but this time we had our room.
We got there early and registered for the room. Then we went to see the room. The motel is one of those two stories that seem to be everywhere. Linda turned into her short red mini dress. She wore it without a bra or panties and when she bent over her breasts almost fell out. She can perform a show in two directions at once.
“This man and his wife love key parties” Emily said it. “The boys throw their keys in a pile and the women pull a set and go home with the man who belongs to the keys.”
“What? That’s not how they do it, is it? I asked her. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed about this, but I never believed they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, wishful thinking, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, let me meet one of those “key” people. Apparently, when I talked to Emily about these things, I made an impression, and since Emily has a nice pussy, I think she was herself excited by the thoughts, especially knowing I’d give her permission to fuck other men.
Sara was really looking forward to seeing her older brother Steve. She hadn’t seen him in almost two years, and she really missed him. Even though he was nine years older than her 18, they were always close as she grew up before he left home, never to return from college, met and married Veronica and began his own life. Life at home with her parents had become more difficult for her in the past year because she felt more mature than they were willing to admit. She had taken the car they had bought for her, which she wasn’t supposed to drive without a mature driver with a license, but she was pretty sure they wouldn’t call the police and as long as she was driving carefully she wouldn’t get in trouble. She knew the note she left behind would piss them off, but hopefully they would understand and the summer break would be good for them all.
Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and new in the city. She had not made many friends, she said, because she was not used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while we traveled to and from work. We got up and down at the same stop. Although he was a little younger than me (I am 42) we seemed to hit him. She was a pleasant and refreshing change of some of the women I’m familiar with. However, my feelings towards her were not completely paternal. She was very thin, with short blond hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Because of their thin light frame, their breasts were quite small. I was anxious to see exactly how small. He was 5'8" tall and his legs were magnificent. She looked like a dancer. Thin long legs that disappear in the most round bottom that you can imagine.
Jim couldn’t believe what his wife, Jenny, said. How could she be serious? How could she do something like what she said she wanted her to do? Three years since they were married, he thought their love life was amazing. His loving wife told him she wanted her to change.
She came to him a week ago and after a short time of love, she told him that she thought their sex life was routine and boring.
Ted and Janie didn’t plan on what happened at the last New Year’s Eve party. They didn’t plan to bring in the New Year as they did.
They hadn’t gone to a New Year’s Eve for years. Since their oldest daughter, Ellie was 12, she decided she could have babies two younger girls, Tina, nine and Kandy, five. Of course they said they’d pay her. They thought it was only fair because they could be gone most night and after all that was New Year’s Eve.