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One of our first contacts at SwingLifestyle was a young guy from an area college. A few young men at the college had written, and Jayme was a little excited, I could tell, about the attention she was getting from younger men. And these were much younger. When she would ask them in letters or in chat why they wanted an older woman, they always said the same thing: they wanted someone with experience. The one we finally hooked up with had a screen name of “yngclgman” and a real name of Peter (really). He told us that he liked outdoor sex and sex in the shower. He was looking for anything, though; he had never had a swing experience. We would be the first. It was too cold for outdoor adventures, and our shower wasn’t something we’d invite a stranger into (needed remodeling), so we just invited him over to meet with us. We all had a Sunday afternoon free. After asking us if we’d pick him up (no!), he agreed to borrow a car and come to our town to meet at a public restaurant. He was a little late, but he did make it. So far, so good. We had a polite and little awkward greeting at the front of the restaurant and then we went in. Unfortunately, we knew the waitress, and she seemed to want to chat. Under normal circumstances, that would be great, but we really wanted to talk to our new friend, Peter. Besides, what or who did she think he was? We ordered some beers; he ordered a coke. “Had a little too much to drink last night,” he said as an explanation. We chatted between waitress interruptions, barely getting to anything the least bit sexual. We knew, though, that he had to return the car in a couple hours, so we invited him to continue the conversation at our house. It was equally awkward there. I would go to get a drink or to go to the bathroom every so often, trying to leave the two of them alone. Maybe he would be a little more comfortable if I were away at first, I though. Nothing. I would come back to find him still on the opposite sofa from her, from us. As the clock ticked, the conversation turned to his return. I asked him to repeat when he had to go home, though I knew exactly when that was. Jayme shot me a quick look which communicated much more clearly than words could have that I was to be patient. She needed to get in the mood. She got herself another drink and came back to talk some more. I calmed down a bit myself. There was no need to rush. Of course, we all had to get in the mood. Even if nothing happened, who cares? No need to force anything. I was only sorry that I had to remind myself of such things. So eventually, Jayme took charge and made things happen. She was ready. I don’t recall exactly what she said, but I can still picture what she did. She simply got up, walked over to him, extended her hand, and said, “come with me.” Looking over at me, she led him by the hand into the bedroom. Just as she entered, she directed him to the side of the bed, stood in front of him, and took off her clothes. He was transfixed. He appeared as if he were under a spell. I stood in the doorway, under a similar spell. “Light some candles,” she told me. I went to get a lighter, and when I returned, she was atop him. His feet were still on the floor, but he was flat on his back. They were kissing passionately. When I entered, she stopped and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m the only one naked,” she said. Each of us knew what to do. I took off my clothes and laid them on a chair. He took off his with assistance from Jayme. She undid his pants and slipped them to the floor, then slowly rose again, with her hands on the outsides of his legs. She licked his already hard cock from bottom to top, all the while looking deep into his eyes. Her hair hit his inner thighs and balls. There was no discomfort and no hesitation after that point. She moved him onto the bed, kissed him passionately, and resumed giving him head. It was some of the most intense and sexy oral sex I had ever seen. She really seemed to be into it. Moments ago hesitant on the couch—now right in the middle of a porn movie. I’m glad I waited for her to be ready. When she was ready, she was ready. Her hand stroked and twisted his cock while she went down on him. She kissed and licked, then deep throated him. Every so often, her tongue moved down his shaft to his balls. His moans told me he was enjoying himself. I could watch no more. I positioned myself behind her, rubbing my hands up and down her, then kneeling behind to lick her as fast and furious as she was licking him. The position (she was kneeling) made it difficult on my neck to continue, so I stood up and slipped my cock in her. She thrust backward to meet my hips. As I slapped into her ass, I could hear her moans joining the other sounds of her giving him head. She slipped her head to the side and stroked him so she could let out loader, close-eyed moans. As is often the case in these situations, the anticipation is so great, that the act itself explodes. No slow foreplay (though that happens more frequently with people we have been with more than once)—rather all out sex, followed by slow foreplay, followed by more sex, etc. And as is often the case, that sort of intensity makes everyone want to come too quickly. I had to slow myself, though she urged me to continue, to drive harder and faster. I didn’t want to come so quickly. As I slowed, I noticed that she had slowed as well. His cock was out of her mouth. I looked at his face, and he seemed to be fine with that. His eyes were closed; his body seemed relaxed. Then I looked at Jayme’s head and hand again. Her head was raised and she held his much limper dick softly in her hand. He had come. I imagine that we both would have come at the same moment. My only regret is that I missed it. I so wanted to see Jayme take it in her mouth. I have yet to witness anything but the afterglow. I’m not complaining though; the thought of it was enough for me. At that point, the attention focused on Jayme. A well deserved focus. I sucked her tits, as he went down on her. Soon, though, the focus was split, as she began sucking me again. He had said in out chatting that he enjoyed giving oral pleasure. Everyone says that. Well, all of the good ones. The difference with him is that his talents matched his enthusiasm. I could tell by Jayme’s reactions that she was really enjoying herself. He licked lightly, then sucked her clit, then licked around, then sucked again. Soon he inserted his middle finger and began massaging her g-spot. She removed my dick from her mouth. She was too filled with pleasure to move. I watched as she held her breath, squinched her face, and then let out a series of short, hard breaths. Her legs convulsed; her stomach tightened and sunk in. Then with a soft moan, she lightly pushed his head back and motioned him up to her. She gave him a series of passionate kisses to thank him for her orgasm. Though I was the only one who hadn’t come, I didn’t feel left out. I was enjoying the show. Watching her come is one of my greatest highs. Knowing that she had made him come just made matters even better. “Well now we’ve broken the ice,” I said. We laughed and lounged a bit before round two. Jayme noted that there was still about 45 minutes left before he would have to go back home. I was hoping he would stay. I still hadn’t seen him fuck her. That changed quickly. After I took my turn with my face between her legs and she got him aroused again with her hand and mouth, she guided him into her. He fucked her vigerously on her back. I stood by her head and pulled her legs upward. Then she moved to her favorite position—on her knees, doggy style. I caressed her tits as he pumped away. “I want some of that,” I said. I took his position and he took mine. After a few minutes I noticed that he had come a second time. In her mouth again. I was too busy to worry about having missed it. I moved to her mouth and he went back to doing what had made her come. This time, though, I noticed that both of his hands were in play. Jayme looked up at me as if she were trying to tell me something. I wasn’t sure, but then I could plainly see that he was fingering both holes. He was only the second guy other than myself to do that. It turned me on immensely. It turned her on as well. She came almost exactly the same time as I did. I played with it a little after that, noticing that he had prepared it for me—another turn on. We played and laughed until it was finally time for him to go. Everyone had a great time. I think afterwards, each of us said: now that’s how it is supposed to work. It was uncomplicated, passionate, perfect. Everyone participated equally. Everyone came. We couldn’t wait to be with him again.
The Next Meeting is Coming Soon!
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