I have told you about Keith.  I don’t know if you remember, but he was an early dalliance of mine.  Well, we kept on meeting occasionally for an afternoon of sex in various hotels, and there was the one time we flattened some foot-high green shoots of wheat in the middle of a field.  Keith left a liberal libation to fertilise the soil on that day, I remember.  Oh, and then there was that time when his need was so great, he took me over the bonnet of his car – that one still features in some of my fantasies after all these years.

Anyway, he had been pushing for a threesome.  I quite liked the idea, but what to do?  Eventually, I discussed the idea of having an MMF session with C.  He loved it.  “Had I someone in mind?” he asked.  So, I told him that I quite fancied this chap, Keith, whom I’d met through work and thought he would go for it if I approached him.  “Let’s do it, then,” said C.

I told Keith it was on.  When I told him that the other chap was C, my husband, he was a little anxious, but I said it’ll be fine.  Two evenings later, Keith was due to arrive around eight.  C chivvied me upstairs to help me prepare.  I was to wear a long skirt made of chiffon-like material with a wide leather belt and a see-through blouse.  No knickers, no bra, just perfume.

Keith was on time.  He was still nervous, partly because he was so excited about being in a threesome, partly because it was the first time he and C had met.  We were in the bar with its high stools.  While we chatted about silly things, C had me half lean, half sit on Keith’s lap to help the mood.  I could feel Keith’s eagerness through the material of the skirt.  I couldn’t resist gently moving against the hard bulge and clenching my buttocks to squeeze it.  C, noticing my needs, asked Keith if he wanted to freshen up after his longish drive.  Taking the hint, Keith excused himself and went to wee and wash.

When he came back, my naked bottom and pudenda were open and waiting, facing Keith.  Now, everyone who has seen my sex will agree that I have an elegant gash, it is tidy, the outer lips close and conceal my inners, but C had me bend forward toward him holding his waist and he had pulled up my long skirt, holding the material bunched up in the middle of my back.  My secret flower was fully displayed.  The nakedness caused a momentary pause and a quick intake of breath.  Something passed between the two males, a look perhaps, a slight nod, whatever because Keith dropped his trousers and by slightly bending his knees slid slowly into me.  I was beyond wet. 

I held on tight as Keith pushed urgently into my welcoming gape.  I could feel C pulling out his own heavy manhood, slipping it clear of his flies.  Poor Keith!  It was too much!  He was having sex with his lover while her husband watched him take her.  Could there be anything more erotic than that?  With a little huff, his signature cum sound, he deposited his seed in sudden jerks and staggered back to the stool apologising all the while for cumming so quickly.

C, still holding my bunched-up skirt, turned me around and tangling his other hand in my hair guided my mouth onto Keith’s cock which was sticky with cum, tasted of me, and was slowly deflating.  I could feel Keith’s treasure running down my thighs while C’s hard, hard pole poked at me seeking to lodge himself in my soaking seeping vagina.  Then he was in. 

“There”, he said as he slid full length into me and pushed my head down into Keith’s crotch.  He then withdrew slowly and pulled my head back a little, “Is”, as he pushed in again and pushed my head deeper into the heady masculine scent of a man who has just spent.  “No”, he said as he pushed in and down again.  “Need”, C’s balls were now pressing softly against my clitoris, and my nose breathing Keith’s pubic hairs.  “To”, as his cock slid along my pussy walls and my tongue glided over Keith’s genitals.  “Cheat”.

My heart skipped a beat.  He knew!  How did he know?  I worked my mouth to cry out, but it was full of Keith’s cock.  And then, C continued without changing his rhythm, saying, “Sharing is so much more fun.”  Each word was emphasised, as before, with the double delight of his manhood stretching me and another’s that had recently ejaculated filling my mouth.  “Let’s do it this way from now on, shall we?” 

As he said that, the gorgeous cock in my mouth began to engorge.  I could feel it swell and pulse with vigour and life.  And C pushed himself hard into me and held still while his pulsed, sending wave after wave of warmth shuddering through my body.  The world paused for a moment.  Then pulling out his penis, he gently lifted my head from Keith’s lap, turned me around, and sat my drowned sex onto Keith’s turgid, rigid phallus.  C slid his hands under the flimsy blouse material and cupped a breast in each hand, squeezing the nipples.  He leaned in and kissed me so gently on my lips and I pulled him to me hard and we kissed for a long time.  I could feel Keith’s rampant manhood stir within me as he patiently waited his turn.

We eventually lost contact with Keith.  He liked having affairs, and probably still does, but not me, not now.  I learned something from that threesome.  Sex is a pleasure you share with the person you love, though you might be having the sex with someone else.  C agrees.  And, for me, that’s the essence of swinging, and that’s why he and I are swingers.