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Swinger's Haven
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)

***

A man convinces a couple he's just met into have a
threesome. (MMF, threesome, swingers)

***

Just last week I went on a business trip to the West 
Coast. Over the weekend I decided to travel over to 
the beaches for a little R & R by myself. The hotels 
along the beach were lovely but didn't have much 
nightlife. 

I traveled up the coast to search for a secluded cove 
where I could sunbathe nude and hoped to find other 
free spirits along the way. I did locate the perfect 
beach and did lie in the buff, but I had no company. 
Rubbing suntan lotion all over me was a turn-on, and I 
was careful to get lots of oil on my penis so it 
wouldn't get burned!

That night I was hoping to find someone to stay with 
me, but the place was filled with vacationing couples. 
No singles were to be found. But on my way down to 
have dinner, I met a really cute gal in the elevator. 
She was very slim, long lagged, with long straight 
blond hair. She also wore a wedding ring. 

I said hello and complimented her on her nice southern 
accent. She got out on her floor and walked away. When 
I got to the ground floor I realized that I had 
forgotten something and went back to my room. 
Afterward, on the way down, she again got on the 
elevator. We laughed at the coincidence and discovered 
we were both going to the restaurant. I lagged behind 
her and saw her join her husband at a table. I asked 
the waiter to seat me next to them.

After eating I walked over, said hello to them, and 
shook hands with her husband. I told them how nice it 
was to hear a southern accent since I too was from the 
South. I left right after that and returned to my 
room. Since I didn't know them at all well, I had to 
be careful, but I wanted to find out if they'd like to 
have a threesome. 

I've been involved in threesomes now for about four 
years and I love them. There's something terrific 
about seeing the pride and excitement in a man as he 
shows his wife to another man, and I have yet to meet 
a lady who didn't enjoy two dicks instead of one.

Then an idea hit me. I decided to call their room and 
invite them to join me in the lounge for drinks later 
that night. I would tell them that another couple 
would be with me and that the other couple was 
interested in swinging later on.

I worked up my nerve and phoned. The husband, John, 
answered. I explained my invitation, and he quickly 
replied, "Sounds good to me." I said, "Great. see you 
at eleven," and hung up. I practically passed out. I 
was so excited, I fell backward on the bed and lay 
there in a daze. I was a little worried though, 
because I knew I'd have to tell them later that the 
"other couple" couldn't make it.

That was about eight o'clock, and the wait was awful. 
I was so excited - plans kept racing through my head 
about what we could do together. Finally, I decided on 
an old standby: I went out and bought a deck of cards. 
If they didn't have any special plan in mind, we could 
always try strip poker. I got more and more excited as 
I imagined what would take place later. I am an 
easygoing guy, but I can take charge if I sense that a 
couple wants direction or that one of the pair is 
embarrassed to speak up in front of his or her mate. 
And from these two I knew just what I wanted.

Jean had long blond hair, but I always check a woman's 
eyebrows for hair color and texture, because very 
often their shape tells something about the look of 
the woman's pussy: Bushy eyebrows sometimes mean a 
thick bush between the legs, thin brows sometimes mean 
sparse cunt hair. And Jean's were delectably dark and 
pencil-thin.

The appointed hour came, and I went downstairs. Sure 
enough, John and Jean showed up. She looked terrific. 
She wore a silky dress that showed off her long legs. 
Her tiny breasts were concealed beneath a tight 
leotard. I had changed briefs but was already getting 
wet just looking at her. I told them that my other 
friends couldn't make it, and they just smiled and 
didn't look disappointed. 

We listened to the music for a while and had a few 
drinks, then I said, "It's time to go upstairs." They 
put down their glasses right away and looked sober-
faced as they turned to follow me. The ride up the 
elevator was quiet and Jean looked a little nervous.

In my room we sat around the small table and had 
another drink. John finally spoke up to tell me that 
when I had called and mentioned "swinging," he thought 
it meant "dancing." But as he and Jean discussed my 
invitation, it became clear they realized that it 
probably was not just a dance they had been invited 
to. I just smiled and let him talk. They had decided 
to come and meet me to see what this was all about, 
but obviously neither of them had ever swung. 

They thought that if another couple was involved then 
maybe they could just watch to see how they felt. But 
that was no longer possible, so he and Jean weren't 
sure what to do. I told them: "No problem. Do 
whatever's comfortable for you." They looked a little 
relieved.

I put on the radio, and we talked about our vacations. 
I could tell they were feeling better, and that's when 
I suggested we play cards. They were both avid card 
players and agreed right away. After three hands I 
suggested that the loser each round should remove some 
clothing. Jean chuckled and John looked at her. She 
smiled over at him, and we continued. After a few 
hands, all kinds of little things came off - earrings, 
socks, etc.

As each round went by, I could feel the tension in the 
air increase: John and Jean were wondering what they 
would do if they had to show their privates. Jean was 
getting downright red-faced and her breathing became 
more rapid. At that point I suggested we stop for a 
minute and take a break. John was in trousers only and 
Jean was in her tights - I don't think she had 
anything else on. 

I still had on my polo shirt and briefs. It was my 
turn to deal and, as I handed out the cards, I 
announced, "The loser, whoever it may be, will have to 
masturbate for the rest of us." Jean's eyes grew as 
big as saucers. John just stared at me and said okay. 
Since the two men were in agreement, Jean seemed to 
feel compelled to play along. I lost the hand and off 
came my shirt. Then John lost. The next loser would be 
our entertainment. I lost.

John looked relieved. I pushed back my chair and said, 
"Good, I'll be glad to do this for you." I pulled the 
table out of the way and moved to stand in front of 
them. I hiked up the leg band of my briefs to show 
more of my ass and drew the briefs tighter around my 
penis and balls. My dick had been stiff as a board on 
and off all night, and now it was at half-staff, thick 
and rubbery, just relaxing for a while. Jean was 
transfixed, staring at my fingers as I outlined my 
prick and teased myself. John sank back in his chair 
and looked on. 

My penis was starting to uncoil as I relaxed and 
really started to enjoy the scene. Each time I stroked 
the underside of my dick, it extended another quarter-
inch. My briefs came up to just below my navel, and 
the head of my cock was crawling closer and closer to 
the top of the waistband. Jean leaned forward slightly 
to see better. I took a step toward her as my cock 
popped up out of the top of my briefs. I grabbed the 
tip and lowered it slowly so she could see the whole 
shaft. Under her breath I could hear her whisper, 'All 
right." and I slipped the briefs all the way off.

I coated my dick with suntan oil and smoothed it into 
the skin, making my unit glisten with moisture. But 
before I went any further, John tore off his underwear 
and started pumping his penis. I think he liked the 
show and wanted to be part of it. We sat facing one 
another in opposite chairs and pointed our cocks at 
each other as we worked our fists up and down our 
shafts. John didn't last more than ten strokes before 
popping a load. I kept going and then told them that I 
can go for fifteen minutes or more if they wanted.

John said, "Come on Jean, join in." But she still 
hesitated and said, "This is a great scene. I think 
I'll just enjoy watching and then we can go." John 
pleaded, "Oh take off that leotard and relax, I'm 
starting to get hard again." She shook her head. But 
John wouldn't give up. He tried to take off her 
shoulder straps but she pushed him away. Then they 
wrestled playfully until he actually put her into an 
arm-lock hold. He marched her up to me and said, "Take 
her tits out." She laughed and almost cried, all at 
the same time.

I wasn't sure what to do at that point, but my dick 
sure loved it. It got tighter and harder than ever. I 
stood, reached toward her breasts, and fondled them 
through her leotard. She tried to struggle free from 
her husband. but he held tight. I stretched one strap 
down her arm and freed one corner of the leotard. As I 
peeled the material down and got to her nipple, I told 
her how good it was to finally look at her pink little 
tits.

Since John was still holding her, I couldn't undo her 
other one, so I took a pair of scissors and cut the 
strap. The top rolled down to her waist while she 
arched her back. I told her that I was now going to 
look at her pussy. She struggled some more and then 
said, "Let me go, John. I'm okay, I'll show him." 

John let go and Jean sighed. I told her to step up on 
the table in front of the mirror. When she did, I 
reached up and stroked the nylon-covered mound between 
her legs. Her pussy was right at eye level. I pulled 
at the leotard and peeled it away. What a sight!

Just as I had imagined, the hair on her cunt was 
sparse and her cleft was clearly visible. I asked her 
to get down and have a seat. I sat across from her and 
complimented her on having such a fine body. Then I 
told her to spread her legs. She gave me a sober look 
and separated her legs a little. 

I said, "Wide open," and she really opened wide. I 
walked over and guided the head of my penis to her 
crack and slid it over her clit. Her body twitched. I 
did it again and again, her head jerking forward and 
letting out a little gasp each time my prick slipped 
over her trigger.

I put my hands on her waist and stood her up and 
embraced her as we kissed. She was practically panting 
as I laid her on the bed and spread her legs for a 
thorough tongue-lashing on her puss. I looked at John, 
whose cock was straining at its limits again, and he 
nodded his approval as I began long, slow licks from 
her anus to the top of her cunt lips. We went on with 
slow and deliberate lovemaking, stopping to recover 
and relax just enough to keep us all hot without 
boiling over. 

I didn't allow myself to penetrate Jean for about an 
hour and when I started to slide my shaft inside I 
couldn't tell how tight her cunt really was: she was 
so very, very juicy. She stopped me after about six 
inches were in and reached down to check how much more 
of me was still outside. She said, "I think it's okay 
- go ahead," and I slid the rest in.

After I've worked my dick in and out of a pussy for a 
while, my cock gets used to the friction and I can 
last for a long time. In fact, it's sometimes hard to 
come when I finally want to. I poked Jean for fifteen 
minutes and, as the time went by, she and John were 
amazed. Jean climbed off me, and I rolled over, With 
my penis still pointing absolutely straight up to the 
ceiling, a good eight inches long. She toweled me dry 
and went down on me in an attempt to finish me off. 

She had to nibble along the side of my dick to get at 
all of it, then she took little bites on the head. 
Nothing was working, so I suggested we just wait a 
while and try again later. After a few minutes my 
erection slumped, but boy, did my balls ache. Then 
Jean had an idea. She got dressed, holding up her 
leotard, and dashed out of the room saying she'd be 
right back.

Sure enough, in about ten minutes she walked in with 
another couple in tow. I had a towel across my lap, 
but John was nude and stroking his dick as they came 
in. Sue and Jim had been in the lounge when Jean 
approached them. She told them that she had a great 
deal for them upstairs in one of the hotel rooms and 
filled them in on the elevator. Jim immediately 
reached for Jean, and she couldn't get undressed fast 
enough. Sue walked over to me and said over her 
shoulder to Jean, "Is this the guy?" Jean nodded, and 
Sue lifted the towel.

My cock was stirring again. Sue said, "Let's see if we 
can't get this guy's come out of those nice balls." 
Then she untied her scarf and took off her skirt. She 
was certainly an eyeful of a woman: red hair cut very 
short, about five foot eight, tall and skinny as can 
be.

She made me sit on the floor, legs spread, then tied 
my ankles to the desk legs. Sitting up, she secured my 
arms behind me and said, "Now I don't want you to 
touch that tiny little cock of yours." Then the tease 
started. She moved a stool between my legs and sat on 
it so I could look right up her legs to her crotch. 

She gathered her panties so that the nylon folded up 
inside her pussy lips, then moved her panties back and 
forth in her cunt to stimulate herself. I could see 
just about every detail of her twat, including the 
reddish hair that surrounded her snatch. After she had 
an orgasm, she pulled the panties aside and I saw her 
fully parted pink lips up close as she rubbed her palm 
across them.

She said, "I'm just gonna give you one chance with me, 
so you better make it good." She pushed me backward to 
the floor, straddled my midsection, and started a slow 
descent on my prick. I was really turned on by the 
serious, almost mean look on her face. My dick made 
contact with her wet pussy, and she said, "Don't waste 
your only chance." 

With that she started forcing herself down on my 
shaft. That night I discovered a new definition of 
"tight." This lady's red-haired snatch was so small 
that she squeezed the come right out of my rod. I was 
popping and bucking in orgasm in no time. The relief 
was unbelievable.

We've all traded addresses and plan to get together 
again soon.

END

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