Hi, it’s Carrie here. I have written a few of my recent adventures on here since my partner and I started swinging. I wrote recently about my adventures in Turkey. I have been fairly quiet since coming back, mainly as I have been working a lot. It has been quite a year for me sexually. Before I met Johnni, some ten years ago, I had slept with 30 guys. If I keep going at this rate, I will have doubled that long before the end of the year. I certainly hope so. I am having the time of my life at the moment, and getting more and more brazen. I am beginning to wonder where my limits will end. We went out on Friday night for a drink to our favourite pub. As usual it was busy and we couldn’t get a seat. Both of us were eying up the talent in between chatting. I spotted a hot looking guy standing alone. We made eye contact a couple of times and smiled. I told John that I had pulled, and he just rolled his eyes and said “huh, not again” but in a joking way. I went to the bar to get us a drink, making sure I passed by the hot guy. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I decided to be bold, and asked if he was on his own. It turned out he was from out of town. He had been here visiting a relative in hospital, and had come for a drink before getting a train home. His name was Bob. He was tall, athletic looking. Well groomed with greying hair, but young looking smooth skin. We made small talk and he asked about the local nightlife. Then he nodded towards Johnni and asked if that was my boyfriend. I really don’t know what got into me, but in a flash of inspiration, I told him he was my flatmate, and we were just good friends. His eyes lit up. I told him I was going to get drinks. Bob offered to get them, so I thanked him and invited him to join us I scuttled over to Johnni while Bob went to the bar. He looked at me and asked if this was going to be another night in the park. (I have previously taken guys over to the park for a fuck when we’ve been out). I said no, and told him what I’d said about being his flatmate. The look on his face made me laugh out loud. I begged him to go along with it. He didn’t answer. Bob brought the drinks and I introduced John (he is only Johnni to a few friends). He greeted Bob in a friendly way. Bob said to him “I understand your Carrie’s flatmate”. My heart was in my mouth waiting to see what John’s reaction would be. He grinned, then said “yes, but I should add Long suffering flatmate.” I sighed inwardly with relief, and pinched him for his cheek, while flashing him a “thanks” with my eyes. In return, I got one of his sexy winks, which always turn me on. We all chatted a bit, then John asked Bob if he was my latest conquest. Bob kind of side stepped that by saying we had just met. Then John made a joke about another sleepless night kept awake by Carrie and whoever she hooked up with. Bob looked at me quizzically, and I told him to ignore John, he was just jealous. John laughed and said, too right. John then said he was going to call it a night, and left us by saying not to make too much noise when we came in. After he left, Bob asked if John had been serious. I told him that I wasn’t as bad as he had made out. He replied that it must be awkward having a flatmate. I told him that we had an agreement that we didn’t interfere when one of us brought someone home. I was surprising myself, as I was making this up as I went along. I asked Bob outright. “if I invited you back, would it bother you that John lives there” He replied that it wouldn’t in the least, then asked if I was inviting him back. I flashed him what I hoped was my sexiest look. He smiled, put his hand on the base of my spine, and whispered “good” in my ear. I gave him a peck on the cheek, and he allowed his hand to slide lower down my back, and on to my bum. I slid my arm inside his jacket, and around his waist.. We finished our drinks and left the bar. I suggested we walk home. It was only 15 minutes, and I wanted to give John time to get organised in the spare room. My heart was pounding, partly because I knew I was about to have a good night of raw sex, and partly because this was new territory. I unlocked the door. The house was in darkness, except for a chink of light from under the door of the spare room. I closed the front door, and fell into Bob’s arms. He kissed me deeply, running his hands down my back. He removed my jacket and let it fall to the floor, then ran his hands up over my breasts. I felt them tingle, as he first brushed them, then squeezed. I broke from his kiss, and led him by the hand into the bedroom. I closed the door and turned again to Bob. He kissed me again, and started to undo my blouse. He pulled it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My bra quickly followed, and one hand cupped my boob, while the other pulled me into him on the small of my back. As we kissed, I undid the buttons on his shirt, then ran my hands over his chest. Lightly hairy, and firm, it felt good. I tweaked his nipple and he moaned softly. Bob bent to suckle first one, then the other nipple. My excitement was mounting, and it was heightened by the fact that I knew my Johnni would be listening, and imagining every move. The thought made me moan softly. Bob undid my jeans and slid his hand into my panties. His finger slipped inside my wet pussy. I cried out as a second finger went in. Bob took this as encouragement. He laid me on the bed, and undid my jeans fully, then pulled them off, along with my shoes. I was left with my legs hanging over the end of the bed, as Bob removed his clothes. His large cock sprang up as he removed his boxers. This was going to be a good night. Bob knelt on the floor between my legs, and pulled me to a sitting position and kissed me deeply, squeezing both breasts at the same time. After a bit, he lay me back down and starte kissing his way slowly downwards, nibbling my ears and neck, then downwards, giving a lot of attention to my nipples. Eventually going lower, until his tongue was probing my pussy through the material of my panties. I raised my hips to allow him to peel off my knickers, then he spread my legs and slowly ran his tongue over my cunt lips, teasing them. He gave my clit an occasional flick with his tongue, teasing me and slowly bringing me higher. I was starting to gasp out loud. If I am honest, I had more or less forgotten that John was in the next room. I was concentrating on what was happening to me. Bob let his tongue slowly part my pussy lips. I cried out as waves of pleasure started to build within me. His tongue probed and prodded me, bringing me ever closer to an orgasm. I didn’t quite get there though, as Bob climbed on to the bed and told me to suck his cock. I obliged, taking it in my hand, gently stroking it, teasing the tip with my tongue for a bit, then slowly taking it in my mouth. It was big, and smooth, as it slid easily in and out of my mouth. I teased it with my tongue, and ran my teeth along its length. Bob was hard as a rock, and big and thick. I wanted it inside me now, and told him to fuck me. He laid me on my back, and got between my legs. I felt his cock head against my cunt lips, then the familiar pressure as he entered me for the first time. I cried out again as his cock stretched my pussy open, and slid all the way in. I have always loved having a cock inside me, but it seems that these days I want it more than ever. Bob fucked me slowly, kissing me, our tongues wrestling. I spread my legs wide and pulled his bum to force him into me. I’m not normally that vocal during sex, but tonight I was very vocal, telling Bob how good it was and calling out his name, telling him to fuck me. He built up pace slowly. I shouted engouragement, and he responded. I imagined John listening, and wanking his cock as I called out Bob’s name. I was fucked harder and harder, the bed banging off the wall. My orgasm was close now and I was calling out “Oh fuck, yes Bob, yes, fuck me, you’re making me cum”. My orgasm hit and took me to an amazing plateau. I literally screamed, as Bob’s cock filled me with cum. It wasn’t all show, as Bob really was a great ride We lay in the afterglow for a bit, then I asked Bob if he wanted a drink. I shoved on a shirt and went to the kitchen and got us both a drink. As I was coming back, I noticed the spare room door was open and Johnni was standing there. I saw to my relief he was smiling. I hadn’t taken things too far obviously. I went up to him, and he kissed me deeply, at the same time slipping two fingers into my sopping wet pussy. This only lasted a few seconds, then he pulled away. He mouthed the word minx at me and winked. I went back to the bedroom. Bob and I had our drinks and chatted a bit, kissed and fondled, then shagged again. It was so good. He made me cum twice, then ended by cumming in my mouth. I licked him clean and we eventually fell asleep. I woke the next morning a bit disorientated. Bob was smiling down at me. Last night’s events came flooding back. I smiled back at Bob and bid him good morning, and he bent down and kissed me I heard noises from the kitchen. Johnni must have been up. I felt really bold, so I shouted through to him to bring us coffee. Bob looked bemused but I just smiled. John came through with two cups of coffee and a cheery good morning. He went and fetched his own coffee and came back and stood by the door. My god I felt so horny and raunchy, lying naked under the duvet with a strange man while my partner stood there chatting. John asked if we had a nice night, and we both replied that we had. I said I hoped we didn’t disturb him, and he replied with a smirk that he hadn’t heard a thing. While we were all chatting, Bob was rubbing my pussy under the duvet. I’m sure John was aware. I started stroking Bob’s cock, and John must have known. I’m sure I could see his own cock rising in his boxers. I felt so bold, knowing that the man in my bed was going to fuck me now, and as soon as he left, the man standing at the door was going to fuck me. I felt really empowered, it was heady stuff. I said to John, “thanks for the coffee, now beat it”, and with that I ducked my head under the duvet, and had Bob’s cock in my mouth before I heard the door shut. I felt the pleasure of Bob’s cock growing hard in my mouth. I sucked him for a bit, then straddled him and lowered myself onto his big cock, moaning with pleasure as it filled me up. What a feeling. I slowly rode him, gasping with pleasure and turned on thinking that Johnni would be listening. I rode him for a while, then he flipped me over on to my back and mounted me, fucking me hard. I could feel his big cock nudging my cervix, as the headboard banged off the wall, and Bob grunted and growled. An orgasm swept over me and I cried out. Bob didn’t let me come down, he kept hammering his cock into me, and the first orgasm just rolled into a second. Somewhere in between, Bob must have cum inside me. We both came down, then Bob said he needed to go. He went and showered and dressed. I shoved a shirt over my shoulders and saw him to the door. We kissed briefly, thanked each other, and he left. I closed the door and turned around to see Johnni standing naked at the door of the spare room, grinning. “Come here minx” he said. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, kissing me. He lifted my right leg in the air and slammed his cock into me. He fucked me hard, my ass slapping off the wall, one of my favourite positions. He called me his little slut, and then said I was a good slut, as it wasn’t quite mid-day, yet I was already on my second cock of the day. That sent me off, and I started to cum, but I gasped to him “yes, but it won’t be my last”. I came so much that I squirted onto his cock. He filled me with his cum. We staggered through to the bed and collapsed into each other’s arms