Swingers stories and erotic fantasies

Im not sure about posting this! i wonder if its too long!!!!



Perhaps with hindsight a picnic so soon was a bit overambitious. I'd
known the spot in the woods for a few years and had never seen anyone
there, surprising really as the pool was clear and deep and the
waterfall stung icily on hot days.
When we first met a date had been the last thing on my mind, I knew she
had been married, and I also knew that she had reputation as a man
hater, perhaps her husband had given her good reason,,who knows..but the word was "stay away if you fancy keeping your balls"
However the view of her jeans pulled tightly over her shapely bum as she bent over looking in to the engine of her dirty van, was certainly eye
catching, and as I passed I heard her say
"I fucking hate you"
"Sorry..what have I done?"
She stood up quickly and hit her head hard against the raised bonnet
"FUCK" she shouted and rubbed her head with her greasy hands
"not you ..this bloody thing"
I looked at her , a smudge of grease across her forehead, and beads of
sweat running down the side of her face.
In the periphery of my vision I saw that the top buttons of her shirt
had come undone and I fancied that I saw the swell of her breasts, but
aware of her reputation I resisted, strongly, the temptation to look
down.
"I don't suppose you know anything about cars"
"a bit..whats the problem?"
"Isn't it obvious it wont start" the aggression made her voice harsh.
Resisting the temptation to just walk away..I looked in to the engine.
It showed no sign of any recent maintenance and oil and dust caked the
inside.
My eyes followed the line of the plug leads, seemed ok, and then
followed the high tension lead in to the top of the distributor, a
collar of clean cable where it entered the body of the distributor gave
me a clue, but I thought I'd make her suffer for a while.
"It could do with a servicing!!"
I couldn't swear to it but I thought I heard her mutter
"couldn't we all"
but what she said was
"Look can you do anything or not?"
I tired of the game, and the aggression was more boring than
frightening..I reached in and pushed the cable home.
"try that"
Sullenly and with ill concealed mistrust she turned the key, and after a
couple of turns it roared in to life. I closed the lid and walked away
leaving her alone with her contempt.

The van drew up alongside me but I continued walking ignoring her
"hey..hey you..whatever your name is"
I continued walking ignoring her
"hey I'm talking to you..for Christ's sake stop can't you"
I stopped and turned..she was leaning across the seat..again I resisted
the temptation to look down at her breasts..how she would have loved
that..
"how much do I owe you"
I started walking again
"wait..sorry..look thanks..
"not a problem..always nice to help a lady in distress…" the sarcasm was
lost. "bye"
Again she called
"OK so I was a bitch... ok..thanks..let me buy you a coffee or a cold
beer, anything.
"I'm fine thanks..I'm on my way for a swim"
"where?"
I told her about the secret place
"sounds good,,can I come" almost pleading
I wasn't sure I wanted company, especially this company, but there was
something in her voice,
"ok but lets start again..deal"
"deal"
"one condition though"
"what's that" ..that edge in the voice again
"you do you shirt up" she looked down at her breasts and smiled
"deal"
On the way out of town I got her to stop at the store and bought a
picnic and fifteen minutes later we were sat on the side of the river
drinking a glass of Chardonnay whilst the rest of the bottled lay under
the water.
The silent heat of the afternoon lay heavily on us and we watched a
kingfisher, startling bright, on the end of a branch, but even he was
too hot to fish.
"you don't seem to like men much"
A long pause.
"bad experiences with men"
An even longer pause
"Can't seem to find one that don't mess me about"
She was thinking and I knew enough to say nothing..minutes passed
"bastards"
She looked out over the water and her eyes followed the darting
movements of a dragon fly, she sipped steadily at the wine and when it
was gone she held it silently out towards me, without turning her head
away from the water. I stood and took the now cold wine from the water
and filled her glass.
Her head turned briefly and I could see her eyes were slightly red and
she blinked to clear them.
I knew she was about to ask me a question but I wasn't ready for that,
so I used an old trick to keep people talking.. simply repeat the last
words they said as a question
"Bastards??"
"Bastards..why do you do it?"
"do it?"
"Be bastards..you know don't you"
"do I"
"You all do"
"do we?"
She lapsed in to silence..after a few minutes she said softly
"Its hot, I thought you were going for swim"
" I was but as I'm usually here on my own I haven't brought a costume"
"you've got nothing I haven't seen before" and turned again to look at
the lake.
It sounded like a challenge to me, but to tell the truth I was getting
a little tired of being blamed for whatever had happened in her past,
and I was surprised how much I resented her, bringing these feelings to
my secret place which has kept me sane over so many years.

I stripped off, and , knowing how stupid a naked man looks when running
(but why did I care ?) I walked in to the lake.

The cold hit me and took my breath away, I dived in and swum deep, I
knew every rock and crevice and I stayed down for two minutes, relishing
the cool dark solitude and then swam slowly to the edge and came up
silently behind an old oak, breathing deeply I looked back at her. She
was standing at the waters edge looking round, I waited and watched as
she paced up and down the bank, confused and worried.

I sank back down and swam under water back towards her before gently
breaking above the surface. The streaming water prevented me from seeing her immediately, but when I could see her there was an expression of relief that turned immediately to anger,
"what the bloody hell do you think your playing at..I thought you'd
drowned"
I waded towards her and was pleased I'd got a reaction
"it would have been one bastard less in the world wouldn't it!!"
I lay down on the warm grass and felt the sun warming and drying me
"the water was cold wasn't it!!" always had to have the last word. I
thought of responding but was now tired of the game. What she thought of the size of my cock didn't interest me.
I put my hands behind my head and drifted off in to a half sleep, only
vaguely hearing her pour another glass of wine.

I don't know how long I'd been lying there when the sound of voices
brought me back to consciousness. I looked up and another couple, had
arrived at the far bank to the right. They looked at this distance in
their late 20's and had obviously been hiking.
"Bugger its like a football crowd here today"
"Sh… there doing no harm"
We watched them as they took their shoes off and delicately dipped their
toes in to the water, before screaming and jumping back as if they'd
been stung
"its cold " the girls voice
"I'm going in " shouted the man, and started to strip off
"what if someone comes"
"who's going to come here" throwing his clothes off he hopped towards
the water with one leg still in his underpants until, free, he tossed
them backwards he ran noisily in to the water and plunged in.
After a few seconds hesitation while she looked around, then suddenly she too stripped off and ran in to the water, breasts wobbling and they stood splashing each other, occasionally chasing and then both diving, bare bottoms breaking the surface.
I looked at her and she too was watching them playing, a small smile,
almost envious of their obvious happiness.
Looking back, Isaw that they had stopped splashing and had come together, holding each other, after a few moments they kissed, then parted then kissed again, this time longer and deeper. You could tell the moment when fun turned to lust as they seemed to melt in to each other.
Suddenly she moved up and we saw her legs wrapped round him. We knew from their movements, slow, delicate, that she was trying to align
herself on him.
Then she relaxed and snuggled in to his neck. The water stilled and only gentle ripples moved outwards as they moved slowly.
She lifted her face and seemed to look directly at us, but then she
eased herself away and led him by his hand to the bank where she pushed
him down, straddled him and began moving slowly up and down.

Leaning forward she fed him a breast which he suckled.
I turned my face to her but she was engrossed, still the small smile as
she stared intently at them.
Small cries dragged my attention back and the movements had intensified
until suddenly the girl stiffened in spasm once twice and her cries
drifted across the lake. They slowed and stopped she collapsed on him
and they rested.
"that wasn't fucking ..that was making love", she whispered, to herself.
She looked over to me and saw that the activity had given me an erection
"warmed up hasn't it" this time the voice was softer, warmer

The couple bathed again, dressed, and as they walked away the girl
turned and looked towards where we sat..and waved
"cheeky" she said and smiled.
"I'm hot now..I think I'll have a swim" she started to take her shirt
off, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of watching her so I
turned over onto my front and winced as I rolled onto the remains of my
erection
"did that hurt?" she laughed
"bloody right it hurt..its alright for you you've never rolled onto an
erection!!"
"wanna bet" and I heard her run in to the water, squealing as the cold
hit her and then silence.
I looked back at the lake an, apart from the ripples where she had dived
there was nothing.
Time passed two minutes, three minutes, four minutes. Nothing I turned
on my back and watched two swallows high in the sky , weaving and
turning, a shadow covered my face and I turned my face backwards. She
had obviously left the water and come back through the woods.
"weren't you worried"
"No you seem capable of looking after yourself"
The sun was behind her and I squinted up at her. Although the shade made her front shadowed, I took in her long thighs , the triangle of dark pubic hair, and medium sized breasts with erect nipples.
"I see the waters cold " and she laughed
I closed my eyes and felt her lie alongside me, although we weren't
touching I could physically feel her next to me.
"you're a strange one..cool"
"not me ..just a normal bloke"
"no not normal"..I felt her move and suddenly felt a finger touch my
penis "average.. but not normal"..I knew I was being teased.
I opened my eyes and she was leaning on one elbow facing me, her breasts had moved downwards, and she was looking at me. I opened one arm and lay back, accepting the invitation she lay on my arm, very close and turned towards me, one leg over my thigh.
"so tell me about you" I said, and she did, almost as if she had been
waiting for someone to ask, she told me about her first husband who got
his kicks from hitting her, her next relationship with an alcoholic, the
next with a jailbird. A litany of misery and unhappiness
"so now I avoid all men"
"they're bastards heh"
"yes"
" don't you miss anything about them"
"you mean sex?"
"mm"
"the last one left me with a vibrator..if things get too bad I use
that..not like the real thing but it doesn't hit you or smell of second
hand beer and other women's perfume..shocked?"
"no..should I be?"
"no.. some men would be"
She moved and her hand rested on my stomach, her fingers were wide and
her little finger rested in my pubic hair. I felt myself stirring and my
erection reached up towards her finger. I closed my eyes and tried to
think of other things, her face turned and I felt her hair on my chest.

I opened my eyes and she was looking downwards, I felt her hand move
down and hold me, moving her hand lightly over the sensitive end, not
holding just brushing the surface, and then moved down and the warmth of her mouth covering, enveloping me. The sensations were so intense it
would have been so to surrender, but I couldn't let that happen, I
pulled away and rolled her on to her back.

I knew if I entered her I would come immediately. So I moved cock
against her , the knobbly underside rubbing against her clitoris, slowly
up and down, she understood and adjusted he position, eyes closed, mouth slightly apart, concentrating. back and forward..slowly feeling the
sensations until she suddenly reached between us and moved me in to her.
"now" she whispered and I pushed in.
She came , not noisily.. the tendons on her neck stiffening as her
head came off the ground, face contorted she gasped three, four times
and collapsed back. I moved faster in to her and I saw she was staring
through me, on her face an expression
of..what..fear..puzzlement..indecision
At last she spoke,
"That wasn't making love that was a fuck!!"

On the way home I asked for her phone number but she shook her head
"Give me yours..I'll ring you"
It was three months later that she rang
"It's me..thank you" the phone went dead

I read about her in the local paper a couple of days after the call,
she married a property developer, and I heard nothing more for about a
year,
"It's me..see you there on Thursday, you know where" and rang
off..Thursday was exactly a year since that day.

We met, we swam, we made love, with the same intensity as the first
time, again she said
"that wasn't making love..that was a fuck"
and so it went on for 15 years, just a phone call
"Its me"
For two of the years she was pregnant so we just swam, some of the years
it rained and we made love under a plastic sheet, and every year it was
the same
"that wasn't making love.. that was a fuck", that is every year until
last year when she smiled up at me and whispered,
"that wasn't a fuck.. that was making love"
I asked what has changed and all she would say was
"they're all bastards" and tears were in her eyes.

She's not here this year..the headlines were in the paper a day after
our last meeting
"WIFE OF LOCAL BUSINESS WOMAN KILLED ON COUNTRY ROAD", apparently she'd driven in to the back of a tractor after leaving me, on a clear straight road with good visibility.. perhaps it was the tears??

I couldn't go to the funeral, but at the moment they buried her I
planted a tree at our spot..I came back today..the tree is alive and
well…It should be.. it had been watered by my tears..


I won't be returning