This event took place a couple of years ago when we were at a Round Table party in Wakefield. We (my wife and I) were talking to a couple we’d never met before. We were all quite drunk and the other couple confided in us that they were occasional swingers. It was a fascinating conversation and they seemed like such an ordinary couple. They were in their late forties I’d say and not a really like the sort of people I always imagine are involved in such things. To cut a long story short, at the end evening of such conversation, we ended up going back to their room with them. We sat about feeling quite nervous for what seemed like ages. Me in the only chair in the room, Phil had propped himself on the edge of the table and the girls were sitting awkwardly on the bed. In the end it was my wife that got things going by asking “are we really here for what we said we were?” Phil stood up and took my wife by the hand and pulled her up on to her feet. His hand was massaging her breast and she stood on her toes and kissed him full on the lips. Angela (his wife) got off the bed and went to stand near the table where Phil had been a few moments earlier The zip on my wife’s dress was at the side and Phil pulled it down, struggling a little and requiring some help from my wife, and slipped his left hand inside and round her back whilst continuing to roll and kneed her breast with his right hand. He commented on how much he liked the fact that she was braless and how it had turned him on from the first moment he saw her that evening. The dress she was wearing was really quite awkward for such an event really. In order to take it off she sort of had to pull it over her head a little so she could get her other arm out before she could pull the dress off over her head completely. Hardly the most elegant way to get undressed when people are watching. At this point, even in my state of shocked arousal, I remember thinking how perfect it would have been had she been wearing stockings, but this was real life and she was wearing tights. Admittedly, sheer black tights and she was wearing them without any other underwear, so still a wonderful sight to behold if you ask me. It obviously impressed Phil too and he pushed her back on to the bed and spent some considerable time feeling her through the sheer nylon and brought her to an orgasm with his fingers while she was still wearing them. Eventually she stood and slipped her tights off, stepped back in to her shoes (I was impressed when she did this) and got back in to the middle of the king-sized bed. She was now naked except for her shoes and opened her legs as Phil crawled up the bed and got between her thighs. By her reaction, the moment he entered her was obvious and he was at once pumping her with a steady rhythm. She came quite quickly and raised her legs high in the air as she reached her second climax of the session. In no more than a few minutes, it became apparent that Phil was coming. He increased the speed and power of his fucking and fell heavily on top of her once he’d jerked his load off inside her. He lay on top of my wife for what seemed ages, eventually rolling off her and lying next to her on his back. His dick still seemingly quite hard but flopped slightly over to the side. It was shinny and red and covered in a mixture of my wife’s juices and his cum. No body moved and no body spoke for a few minutes. My wife lying with her eyes closed and her hands above her head, her legs still wide apart. I looked between her thighs and saw a glistening bead of cum starting to oose out from between her reddened and swollen fanny lips. It was my turn next…