Chelsea finished putting breakfast on the table, music playing in the background. Darren had been right. After they left the bar last night, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Chelsea didn't even wait until they got home before she pulled his hard cock from his pants, stroking it to even greater thickness before she slipped her lips around the purplish head, twirling her tongue around it, savoring every vein and ridge in his pulsing member. His hand on the back of her head as he drove the darkened streets only spurred her onto faster bobs of her head, her hand toying with his balls as she sucked his cock. It had been a long time since she felt so randy in her desires, craving the risk of someone passing them on the road and spotting her giving her husband roadhead. His cock twitched, and she swallowed every drop he gave her, licking her lips when she was through.She didn't let up, however. The entire drive home, she continued to stroke him, wanting to keep him hard for whe
Her phone went off again. You're a very sexy lady. I really want to make sure I please you Friday night. If there is anything you really like, or don't like even, I hope you let me know and give a guy an edge. He even added a winking emoji at the end.She turned the water off and picked her phone back up, turning and resting on the counter, a grin pushing up her cheeks. This was getting fun. Honestly, I've only been with one other man besides Darren since I was married, so I'm not really sure what I like or don't like yet. She bit her lower lip, debating whether to add something else, and then decided what the hell. I'm open to trying things. At least once. How else will I know what I like or don't like?Dishes were going to have to wait. Her phone dinged again, but this time it was Darren. I'm at work. Guess who texted me this morning.She laughed. Seems the Newburys were really into doing things on their own. Monica? Trevor's been texting me as well. He wants to make sure he pleases
What about Fantasies? Trevor texted all throughout the day Thursday and much into the evening, keeping Chelsea distracted while Darren and she played pool with friends. Thursday nights were traditionally their nights at Corner Pockets, drinking beers and sinking balls, but Chelsea's imagination was on Trevor's balls, and when she grabbed her pool stick, she thought of grabbing his cock. Her distraction, however, never bothered Darren. He just chuckled and shook his head as he downed his beer. Of course, she would show him the texts or tell him of the conversation. She could also tell that her texting Trevor had an effect on her husband because he had to keep repositioning his cock in his pants to hide his hard-on.What were her fantasies? Swinging was a major one, of course, and they were doing that, but what else did she want to accomplish? When they first started talking about venturing out into swinging community, opening their marriage up to outside sexual adventures, she had told
Trevor was persistent in his attention to Chelsea all day Friday. Her phone constantly dinged with text messages from him, sometimes asking questions, other times describing what he would love to do to her in vivid detail. She had to admit, his words made her pussy drip and her breathing catch. Never before had she been so caught up in what was said to her before through text, even when Darren attempted to be sexy, promising erotic things when he got home from work. By the time they opened the door and the Newbury's walked through, she couldn't keep her panties dry no matter how many times she recited the ABCs in her mind. She was ready to pounce Trevor, forgetting about everything else, even Darren.Monica carried her smile like most women carry a casserole dish, offering it to her hosts as soon as she walked through the door, Trevor right behind her. She immediately went to Darren, giving him a hug, mashing her large tits against his chest as she squeezed his back, kissing him on the
Chelsea gave him a wink, and then turned her attention to Trevor and his tongue as she leaned back in the chair, her legs draped over the arms of the recliner, spreading herself wide for the man who promised to make her scream in pleasure. She could feel Trevor's hands cupping her ass as he worked his mouth over her passion, sending electric tendrils of excitement through her body. A moan slipped past her lips as he shoved two fingers into her pussy, pumping hard, his tongue twirling over her swollen clit. She arched her back, shoving her wetness harder against his lips, needing to feel his tongue harder.From the other recliner, she could hear Darren moaning but she wasn't taking her eyes off Trevor. She held him in place as, with her other hand, she pinched her swollen nipple, twisting it, enjoying the pleasure-pain it shot through her. Kneading her tit, she glanced over at Darren, Monica's head bobbing up and down on his cock as he sat there, his hands gripping the arms of the recli
Chelsea loved Saturdays. Nothing stopped her from sleeping in and starting her day at noon, and after the night they had, she needed to sleep in and relax. The Newburys didn't leave for another two hours. Everyone had another drink, sat around naked in the living room, which was a new experience for Chelsea, and chitchatted until Trevor started the fun all over again. As Chelsea stretched under the blankets, she could still feel the pounding she had received between her legs. When they did something, they threw themselves into it full force, that was for sure. Well, I said I wanted experiences.Rolling over, she stretched her arm out, hoping to wrap it around Darren and pull him in for a little spooning that morning. However, the other side of the bed was cold and empty. She opened her eyes, staring at the vacancy in her bed. Looks like I'm the only one exhausted. Groaning, she rolled back over, stretching her arms out wide. She supposed she should get up and see what he was doing with
By the time she had breakfast cooked and on plates, Darren had them set up on the back porch near the pool, fresh coffee already poured and soft music playing from the speakers around the pool. She smiled at the way he always seemed so prepared and took care of her. She had meant what she said earlier; the sex was different for them right now but that didn't mean it had been lacking before they opened their marriage up to other encounters. Sex with others was not a way to fix a damaged relationship. If they weren't strong to begin with, they would have only been setting themselves up for more trouble later on down the road. People who went that route were only looking for a distraction to keep them from working on what needed attention. Chelsea had plenty of attention; she just wanted the fun.She set the plates on the table, thinking of how Darren had taken to Monica and Rachel. He was definitely having fun as well. She loved how he seemed to be finding his own way in this venture and
The Duck Pond was different from that nightmare, Tucker's Hideaway, they ventured into their first time out. Instead of dark and scary, this place was bright with current hits blaring from the speakers in the corners and people actually on the dance floor swaying their hips. As she watched the dancers, she noticed how they ground against each other, groping their partners, partners who seemed to switch with every song change. The night ahead looked to be a fun adventure."Hey, you made it." Monica Newbury walked out of a crowd, moving toward them wearing a tight maroon dress and a smile. Her breasts were shoved upward, the creamy globes begging for attention, and by the look on his face, Darren was ready to give them the attention they cried for.Chelsea hugged her, Monica's breasts pressed tight against her. "We needed a night out," she said. then glancing around, she added, "This place looks pretty alive."Monica waggled her eyebrows at her. "Told you it would be better than Tucker H