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My first time

After meeting a wonderful gentleman, who shall remain nameless, I was introduced to the swinger lifestyle (and SLS). We were both married, and he and his spouse oftentimes went to a local swing club for fun, both in and out of the bedroom with friends and a few strangers, too. My new friend asked me if I would like to see what it was all about, and arrangements were made for me to go. I went to their house on the day of the event. He and I went on our own to the place where the Saturday night parties were regularly held. His wife often attended with one of her special beau's and had spent the day with that man at his home - they would travel together to the party and we would meet up there.

It was a secluded property in a small town, not too far from a major highway leading to a large metropolitan area. People from the nearby city and even people who traveled several hours to attend (let's just say that the monthly event had a good reputation) hadn't really started to arrive by the time that we got there. Parking was easy early in the evening. Walking to the party in 4-inch heels over the gravel wasn't easy, but my date made sure that his arm was nearby in case I wanted to steady myself.

I was greeted warmly as any other newcomer would be with open arms by many people. While waiting for the numbers to build, my date asked me to join him in the sitting room, between the kitchen and back porch (home to one of three or four hot-tubs), where we could watch some erotica on a large monitor. He sat down in a deep armchair and asked me to join him...the generously padded arms made it quite easy to totally relax with my legs over one arm and my head on his shoulder, him stroking my neck and other limbs.

Soon, he had me nearly asleep, quite comfortable with whatever he wanted to do with me. I was wearing short-shorts and thigh-high stockings with a skimpy top of black lace. I had kicked off the heels when we sat down, wanting to fully relax. His fingers found a small area between my shorts and the thigh length stockings where he could reach gently under my clothing. His hand wandered deeper under the shorts where his digits detected the growing heat and moisture present nearby, to explore close to the mound of Venus .

The wetness invited him to find that sweet button between my lips that ached to be stroked. I was probably panting by this time - his skills perfected by several year of intimately knowing women who gave him permission to dive into a their pubic regions. As he caressed my clitorus, the steam was building up and my panting became moans of delight and desire.

As I've never been a quiet person when being pleasured, the moans had become quite unquiet as I hit each crest of pleasure, then repeated the climb again and again. After several climaxes, I wanted to get up to relieve my bladder from the growing pressure...my date acknowledged my request to leave the pleasure pit he had shown to me. When my eyes opened, to my surprise, we had attracted quite an audience, standing in a circle around the back of my friend's throne of pleasure. I think that my face became as red as the "Passion Red" shoes sitting next to the chair.