EXPERIENCE: New Lease of Life – The Swinger Scene

Submitted by J.P.

I’ve had a new lease of life in the past two years. I turned 48 in October. I had spent years stuck in a difficult and unhappy marriage. I’ve always worked hard and had a good job but my life was dull and I felt very stifled.

My marriage had been a no-sex zone for years. After the fall-out of a stressful and acrimonious divorce I decided to make some big changes. I relocated to a new area. I got myself a personal trainer and spent six months getting in the best shape of my life. I gained over a stone in muscle. In my mid-40s I finally got the body I wanted in my 20s. I spruced up my appearance, discovered manscaping and got a six-pack. I started doing what I wanted. That meant visiting strip clubs and paying for lap-dances and private lesbian shows. With my new-and-improved silver-fox image, I joined some dating websites but found I was looking for something more than that.

Being a naturally curious guy, I decided to investigate some swingers websites where I made contact with Mark and Sylvia, a married couple who were interested in meeting me. They were only slightly older than I, both professional and both bisexual. They seemed to be part of a wider circle of like-minded people and they invited me to their house one evening. I was told to wear a suit. Upon arrival, I was given a glass of champagne. Sylvia appeared in lingerie and high heels and I was told to eat her pussy while her husband watched which I was more than happy to do. That was it. I didn’t even get to take my suit off. However, following this initiation, I was invited back. They lived about a 75-minute drive from me and I began to visit them once or twice a month at their large house, usually at weekends.

For me it was just the doctor ordered. I was soon enjoying threesome romps with Sylvia and one of her female lovers. Mark had a particular fetish for watching me eat his wife’s pussy while dressed in a suit and tie and then watching me fuck her. It was all good filthy fun!

One Sunday, while spending the weekend with them, Sylvia went to a yoga class and Mark and I went for a run through the countryside around their house. When we got back I was in their en-suite bathroom. I’d just come out the shower and was having a shave. As I was finishing up, Mark walked in. I just had a towel around my waist and my dick was already getting hard in anticipation of the afternoon ahead. I decided to wind Mark up a little.

I removed my towel and turned around to face him, displaying myself. I began stroking my dick until it was stiff. I’m a well-endowed guy and was enjoying showing myself off. I told him how his wife loved feeling my hard dick inside of her. Mark wore a grim expression which suggested he was not amused but I just stared back at him and gave him a sly grin. He walked towards me until we were separated only by the length of my shaft. I wasn’t quite prepared for what happened next. He looked like he wanted to chin me.

Instead he dropped to his knees and began to lick my dick like a lollipop, flicking his tongue all over my shaft and balls. It was so unexpected I felt myself gasp in surprise then I felt a sudden, huge adrenaline rush surge through me. My cock, which was hard anyway, stiffened to rock. Mark ran his tongue along the underside of the shaft, biting me gently and nibbling the exposed head, looking up at me as he did so. My cock sprang up to my abs like a lever. I could feel the skin stretching. It felt like I could have hammered nails in with it. Mark stood up again, still watching me. I leaned back against the sink, my cock looming, huge, between us. I raised my ass up on to the edge of the sink, feeling the coldness on my behind. Mark stared down at my swollen cock for ages and I was waiting for him to start sucking on it but he did nothing further except lead me into the bedroom where his wife was waiting.

Our sex session that day seemed to take on a different edge. Mark took hold of my cock and eased it into his wife’s willing pussy while he tugged gently on my nuts. He definitely got more involved. There was some kissing and nipple-play between us but he didn’t make another move on my eager cock. His wife, however, took a serious pounding.

Driving back in the car that evening, the thought of the events of the afternoon were getting me so uncomfortably hard that I considered pulling the car over to the side of the road to rub one out. As soon as I arrived home I selected some of my favourite lesbian porn to stroke to but found myself oddly distracted. I decided to call Mark. He answered right away and said he knew I would call. I told him I was still thinking about what he did to me and he replied “I know.” Then I suggested we have a private session where he could have my dick to himself and he said that had never been in any doubt.

I didn’t hear from them for almost a month which nearly drove me crazy. In the past I’d had no more than a natural curiosity when it came to other men. Sometimes I would check out bodies in the locker room as we all do and there was a former colleague of mine who I found attractive but nothing more. It seemed as if, after all those barren years, my sex drive had been well and truly revved up.

When Mark finally got in touch and summoned me over one Friday evening I set off as soon as I could. It was dark by the time I arrived and the house was dark too which gave everything a mysterious feel to it. I had been instructed to get naked and wait upstairs on the bed. My cock was rampant and twitching with anticipation. I could hear Mark outside the room talking on the phone, then he walked in and  surveyed the scene. He took a picture then he passed me the phone and told me to “say hello to Mr. Baker.” The man on the phone called me by name and told me he’d be listening in. I heard him tell Mark to rub the phone against my hard cock. Mark got oil out and spent about 15 minutes rubbing it in and exploring my body.

My dick was leaking pre almost the entire time so there wasn’t much need for extra lube. Mark was an expert at stroking me. I liked him playing with my balls and licking my dick all over like he had before, especially the teasing bites around the head. He was loving it too. He had a devilish look in his eyes as he watched me, pinning me down with his stare as he took my entire shaft in his mouth and moved up and down, over and over.

When the moment arrived I busted such a huge load it felt like it was never going to stop as thick dollops of cum splashed up my face and chest. Mark held the phone up for “Mr.Baker” to listen to my groans of pleasure and he complimented Mark on his “good work.”For several minutes afterwards I could barely speak. Mark pushed my knees back to my chest, rubbing cum into me and teasing my arsehole with his oily fingers. It was hot as hell, a mind-blower. And so were the next couple of days. I only left the bed to piss, shower, eat food and drink water. There was no sign of Sylvia and I didn’t care. I experienced the most rock-hard erections and ball-bustingly intense orgasms I’d had in years as Mark treated me to edging, sucking, anal beads and a silicone cock-ring during sessions lasting hours.

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During one recovery, Mark made another call to the mysterious Mr.Baker to give him a detailed account, telling him how he’d never seen my dick so hard and that he was going to give him my underpants to keep “as a souvenir.”

Before I left Mark gave me a BuddyBate sticker. He explained how they work, showed me the site and suggested I should explore my new-found “bisexual potential”, as he put it. I put the sticker on my locker at the gym but over a year passed without any response, perhaps not too surprising as it’s in a relatively small Hertfordshire town. Meanwhile I continued fucking Sylvia and another of her female partners on a fairly regular basis. Mark was often away on business but I enjoyed further hook-ups with him on a couple of occasions. It had gone from famine to feast in a relatively short time. I loved it.

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