First steps 2. I think that Abi spoiled us. We expected to find a suitable couple for our first real ‘swing’ immediately. But it was not that simple. Abi was professional, paid to be suitable. Finding genuine, willing amateurs was not easy. We communicated (via emails) with dozens, exchanging photo’s with several, but if I fancied the female, Ann did not like the male. And vice-versa. Al last we agreed on a couple. We would meet for a meal in a hotel. If we decided to proceed, all well and good. If not, well, at least we had tried. There was chemistry from the very start, Both Clive and Dilipa, (“Call me Dili.”) were witty and entertaining, Dilipa, half Sri Lankan, half French, was gorgeous, slightly on the heavy side for my taste, but from what I could see, she had plenty to interest me. And I could see plenty. She wore a high necked dress in a heavy material that both hung from and clung to, her voluptuous body. It was obvious that she was bra-less, her ample tits seemed to move about inside the dress like captive animals trying to escape. I was longing to give them their freedom. Ann too, was clearly captivated by her potential partner. But would they find us attractive? It would need agreement from all four of us. We had finished the main course. Clive leaned forward and said; “Are we going to do this?” Ann nodded her agreement and I followed. “Let’s have dessert upstairs then.” Said Clive. He raised his wineglass and said; “To sharing.” We all drained our glasses. He called for the bill, signed for it and we were on our way. ‘To sharing’ is what Ann had said at the start of our encounter with Abi. A good omen? The room they had booked was on the top floor and the lift took an age to get there. No-one spoke during the slow ascent. I was shaking with nerves. It reminded me of waiting outside the headmaster’s study when I was at school, knowing what was going to happen, just let’s get on with it. At last the lift slowed to a halt. The room was enormous. A twin room, but with two king sized beds. Pushed together so that they formed what could only be described as a stage for the acts to follow. Dili put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I put my arms around her waist, but lowered them so that I could cup the full globes of her buttocks. Dili put her lips close to my ear and whispered; “Unzip me.” The zip slid easily down to a point just north of those delicious bum-cheeks, she stepped away and shrugged the dress off and onto the floor. She flicked it with one foot onto a nearby armchair. I had my first sight of those large, shapely tits. The colour of milky coffee and tipped by darker nipples, big and stiff, like wine corks. She wore a tiny thong and high heels, nothing else. She unbuttoned my shirt then undid the buckle of my pants, pushing them and my shorts down, so that my burgeoning erection was revealed. She went down onto her knees in front of me, took my shaft gently in her hand and slowly slid her lips over my knob. Ann and Clive were similarly engaged. I was facing the bed, Ann was facing away from it. I had a front view of my wife, still in her bra and pants, stockings supported by a lacy suspender belt and high heeled shoes. She too was on her knees. I watched with conflicting emotions as her brightly painted lips slowly travelled the length of Clive’s long, thin prick, until her nose was in his pubic hair. Emotions conflicting because it was very arousing, but my lovely wife was about to be fucked by a virtual stranger. With me watching! I could not complain though, Dili was doing a superb job on my own straining organ. So much so that I was very close to coming. I eased Dili’s mouth away, helped her to her feet and kissed the lips that had just been around my prick. She broke the kiss, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pushed them down her hips. She then sat back on the bed, squirmed up until her head was on the pillow and raised her legs so that I could remove the scanty garment completely. Naked now, she spread her legs wide revealing her lovely, juicy cunt. Mine for the taking. On the other bed, Clive was lying on his back with Ann astride him. I watched as she fed his prick into her own pleasure pit, then sank down, impaling herself. She leaned forward and dangled her lush tits over Clives face. Clive captured a nipple between his lips and sucked. I lay alongside Dili, on the side away from Ann and Clive, so that I could watch them while I explored Dili’s generous curves. Her hand was gripping my prick tightly, wanking it slowly. I kissed and sucked her nipples as my fingers strayed into the valley formed by her thighs and on to her gaping cunt. Her clit was big and stiff. And wet with her juice. I rubbed and squeezed it as I sucked on each of her stiff teats in turn, then I pushed my two middle fingers into her hole and pressed the pad of my thumb against her oily bud, swirling it. She came suddenly, pulling my mouth down on hers as her spasms shook her body. I pulled my wet fingers from her cunt, raised them to my mouth and sucked her juices from them. Sweet. Perfumed slightly. I wanted more. And this time, from the source. As I positioned myself between Dili’s thighs, I looked across to the rutting couple next to us. Clive was pulling Ann down on to his prong, holding her still as he pumped his cum into her. Her. Ann. My wife. Having her cunt filled with another man’s spunk! I buried my face into Dili’s sweetness, soon forgetting the spectacle on the other bed. I probed deep with my tongue, sucked her droopy lips into my mouth and then sucked her clit between my lips while vibrating it with my tongue. Dili came again, crying out as she did so; “Fuck me. Fuck me now. I want your cock in me.” I moved up into position. Dili seized my prick and crammed it into her wet hole. As I began my strokes I glanced at the others. Ann was now queening Clive, pushing the cunt which he had just filled with his spunk, against his mouth. Dili wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her demanding fuck-hole. I pumped slowly, trying to prolong the act, but I was lost. My seed spilled uncontrollably into Dili’s spasming body. I rolled off and lay panting alongside my new lover. Ann had presumably had her come against Clives mouth, and was snuggled up under his arm. Four satisfied people. Relishing the thought of round two. Clive opened a bottle of Champagne, the real stuff, and poured four glasses. Both couples sipped and kissed, kissed and sipped, until two pricks were stiff again. Dili drained her glass and bent over me, sucking my erection into her mouth, which was already full of the cold wine. I had experienced this before and can recommend it. My prick stiffened a bit more. Dili kept on sucking. I did not complain. Eventually I wriggled around so that I could use my mouth on her cunt, still wet with the spunk from my first orgasm. I realised that Ann and Clive were just watching and not going into their second fuck. I had never fucked for an audience, but the audience was of secondary importance. Dili’s delectable body was my first priority. I probed deep into her hole with my tongue, then drew it out to lick the length of her lips, from clit to arsehole, then repeated the action. Dili’s mouth was doing wonderful things with my prick and I could feel my sap rising again. As much as I wanted to fill her lovely mouth with my offering, I knew that my next come might be my last, and I had other plans for it. I concentrated my attention on her clit, bringing her to a rapid climax, distracting her from her sucking and giving my spunk a chance to retreat into it’s little reservoir for later. I turned Dili over and entered her cunt from behind. Warm, silky and very wet. I could control myself this way, by concentrating on her pleasure, slow and deep, fast and shallow. She came again. I turned her again and re-entered from on top. I repeated the treatment, varying my strokes for maximum enjoyment. Again she came! Amazing. Ann is a good comer, but this woman was outstanding. I managed to hold back my own climax as, legs wrapped tightly around me, Dili shuddered to a finish. Now it was my turn. I could let go of the torrent of spunk straining for release. And the target that I had chosen for the anointing was Dili’s gorgeous tits. I would cover them with my tribute. I straddled her chest and laid my prick against her breast-bone. Dili caught on immediately and wrapped her luscious globes around it, forming a tunnel of love for my shaft. I did not last long. I would like to say that I swamped her with copious, thick, pearly cum. But that was not the case. Although it felt good to me, all I managed was a few spurts of watery liquid which ran either side of her throat to soak into the pillow. I was mortified. What would Dili think? Not only that, I had an audience to please. My shrivelled prick tried to retreat into my body in shame. Dili pretended not to notice and reached for tissues, telling me how good it had been. I knew the reason for my failure, and it made me feel even worse: As preparation for our first swing, Ann, wisely, had denied me access to her body for three days. “Save it for our dates.” She had said. “And no wanking either.” I had tried. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday I had abstained. But by Saturday it felt like my balls would fall off. After Saturday lunch, Ann went off to the hairdressers, leaving me alone to watch the rugby on TV. I watched most of it, but during half-time, I slipped one of my favourite DVD’s, a spectacular gang-bang, into the machine, and allowed myself some ‘quantitive easing’, wasting what seemed like half a pint of spunk which, I now realised, would have been better spent lacquering Dili’s tits. Still. No point in crying over spilt spunk. Or the lack of it. It was now Ann and Clive’s turn to perform. They too, began in the sixty-nine position, but with Ann underneath. I marvelled at the sight of Clive’s meat plunging in and out of Ann’s mouth. Was this how I looked when I fucked her face. His shaft disappeared with every in-stroke, his balls on Ann’s chin and her nose buried in his pubes. And his prick was, I thought, a bit longer than mine. But I am pleased to say, nowhere near as thick. Clive pulled away and turned round, positioning himself between Ann’s thighs. She used her fingers to guide his saliva wet stalk into her similarly wet slit. Dili had managed to coax my own disgraced member into life again and was wanking me skilfully. Next to us, Clive fucked my wife ‘missionary’ for a short time, then pulled out again, arranged Ann on all-fours and plunged back in. This time he rammed her furiously, causing her to cry out. I thought that he was racing to a finish, but at the last minute, he pulled out again and finished by hand and shot his load over Ann’s arse and back. He had nothing to be ashamed of. I was astonished at the amount that he shot at my wife. And not just quantity, this was thick and creamy and stayed in glutinous blobs where it landed. Although it made me feel even more inferior, the sight of it, and Dili’s persistent fisting of my own prick, caused me to spurt again. The fourth time that day, but again, a watery effort, diminutive when compared to Clive’s fountain. It was time to leave. In my case, to retreat, although Ann clearly wanted more. We showered, dressed, said goodnight and left them to deal with the spunk-wet beds. “We’ll be in touch.” Said Dili as we kissed goodbye. I thought probably not.