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Subject: {ASSM} The dawn of Our Swing
Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 07:10:07 -0500
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The dawn of Our Swing

1. 

I walked into my house and bedroom to catch my wife on her hands and
knees. She was not alone, but rather her white body was overshadowed
by a big black wolf of a man. The guy was pistoning into her much
smaller but fit frame with a force of a bulldozer. He was perspiring
while fucking the shit out of her and didn't become aware of my
presence. His face was distorted in expectation of a promised sweet
ending. On the other hand, she spotted me right away and sported a
weak smile. I'm sure she would put more energy into it, but she was
probably already past a climax at this stage and dreamily, though
dutifully waiting for her partner in crime to shoot his load. Her
waist, that he was holding and almost covering with his big black
hands, was arched into a saddle so to provide easier access for his
mighty sex organ. Her hands were clutching the bed sheets as her whole
self was forcefully disturbed, but still in rhythm with his
administrations.

This was of course not the first time, so now I was standing again not
really sure how to react. I couldn't just say: excuse me people, I
cannot help but notice that there's again some hard fucking going on
in my bed with my wife on it while I'm standing on the door witnessing
the occasion, so can I asked you who failed to inform me about it this
time? It also crossed my mind, while my groin was already sprouting
under visual and psychological teases, that if I'm fine-tuning my
reaction, that reaction is not genuine. So what kind of stupid
reaction would that be? So I should better keep my mouth shut like a
proper gentleman and continue watching my wife being thoroughly
plucked. The verb plucked comes from the recent progress in the
fuck-session. The guy was having troubles in getting his rocks off
(maybe this was his second load?), so now he grabbed her curly hair
from behind with one hand, so to prop-up my wife and her participation
and to give a pleasant boost to his balls. He toyed with her hair some
with both hands and then again forcefully pulled to it holding a bunch
of it as closer to the root as possible by his right, while his left
hand was once again braced in the saddle of my wife's body. He's a
kind of a guy who would be pleased to slap her ass from time to time,
but doing it without causing pain would be pathetic and causing pain
he knew was something Claire didn't like much.

Meanwhile, my wife stopped paying attention to me in the direct sense.
She broke the eye contact with me when he pulled her hair, turned her
head to the wall and upward and started concentrating to her next
climax, probably while imagining my wide eyes as I view their
forbidden copulation. Or maybe not so forbidden. I knew she was
thinking about me watching her.

There is a kind of jerks who let (or can't stop) their wives be fucked
by other men, which kind would then take their clothes off when they
run into them and try to join the fucking through another orifice. Or
so I've heard. But I'm not that kind of a jerk. I quietly left the
room and went into the living room. My wife must have noticed that I'm
not there anymore because she started moaning a bit louder. Not
exactly screaming, it would be a lie, but loud enough so I can hear
her. Shortly she was joined by his grunts and, soon, the fucking
stopped.

After five minutes they joined I fully dressed. The guy must have been
briefed of my presence in the mean time, since he was not surprised to
see me at all. Or maybe he's just found out that I was home and was
cool about it.

- Hi, Rich - he greeted me and extended his large hand. I hesitated
for a calculated split second and shook on it lifelessly. He might as
well call me Dick while he's at it.
- Good afternoon - I allowed myself to say.
- Great afternoon! - he added energetically, no doubt enjoying the
afternoon in question quite a lot, but also joking on the account of
my formality, and also trying to air the message that he just
successfully fucked my wife, so why wouldn't he remaining marry and
subtle about it?

- Henry and I were having a little reunion remembering the last week's
events. - My clever and slender wife, without any shame, jumped ahead
of any awkward silence that might have swallowed us men, if the time
was left for us to control. She also reminded me of the last week's
events.

- Oh, I see - I said. I felt that I was playing a smart ass in the
aftermath of their good fuck, like a wounded deer and I regretted it
instantly.

- Well, off I go - Henry said economically which was supposed to be a
cool gimmick, now after he's got rid of all that energy on my marital
bed.

- Cynthia sends her best regards - he added saying to me and the door
closed behind him.

- Sloppy seconds? - My wife asked and then burst laughing after I
smirked.

- Bitch! - I said and went off somewhere, probably to kitchen. She was
supposed to get that message half-smiling and she did. She would
surely take a shower now and then try to fuck me right away. In the
kitchen, if I'm still there. The shower would mean that she loves me
and cares about me. I would play to be a man without interest, but
later would fall under her insistence.

I love her very much. And I think that theoretically I don't mind if
she fucked other men. Well, she didn't exactly, not yet. Except me, in
her life she only fucked big black smart Henry. And Henry is a good
guy, I think. But let me tell you how it all started:

2. 

My wife Claire and I were having fun on some small reception turned
into wild party after people drank a bit more. We were in the close
circle of friends, we being three pairs and all six of us close
friends with bright futures. We drank and danced and generally feasted
upon our free Saturday evening. All the jokes we made were internal to
our company. There's not much more to tell about it, and anyone trying
to explain how he or she had fun is soon accused of making other
people yawn.

Soon, one of the other males, who drank the most, watching me and his
girlfriend dancing slowly, suggested that we should have an orgy, and
the other male friend said that we should take it easy, so let's go to
the swinger bar somewhere. Everybody laughed, but soon the plot was
made and we were to head there before this place turns depressing like
the wedding hall in six a.m. Talking about wedding, Claire and I were
the only married couple.
The girl i was dancing with chickened away right after she connected
the dots and saw that others were serious about it, or at least
building up their courage, so she excused her and her drunken
boyfriend saying that he is too drunk for sex anyway.

- Well, he can watch - i said and winked, pretending to be
overzealous. She blushed a bit with her big tits swaying nervously and
soon they were gone.

- Too bad - Claire said. She was the second drunkest.

The two remaining pairs drove separately and Claire was teasing me all
the way to the bar. When we were in front of the bar, the other guy
(Paul) called and said that his girlfriend fell asleep in the car and
that they actually went home. So they chickened out as well.

- Let's check out the bar - I said to Claire as she was not aware yet
what was going on, but was rather happily buzzing around me while i
spoke on the phone.

We went inside and the pleasant hostess showed us to a table. Claire
and I starting eyeing the surroundings now and started gaining
knowledge that this was a strip bar as well. The bar was clearly
multimedial in the sense that there was also a porn movie playing on
one huge TV set. There were many pairs around the place mostly of old
farts with young ladies sexed-up for the occasion.

- Let's get out of here and fuck luck bunnies in the privacy of our
home - said Claire drunkenly.

- Hello - a black pair approached us while i was taking my time to
agree and head out of there. That was Henry and Cynthia, later we've
learnt.

- Can we join you? - asked Cynthia. Apart from Claire, Cynthia was the
only girl in the house with normal clothes on. Others were dressed
like we we're all in a very sexy circus.
- Well... - i said.
- You seem to be the only genuine pair around - Henry added.
- You can join us, friends, and we can have a drink, or two - Claire
said and smiled to her joke - but then we will leave you follow our
own path.
She always spoke like that when she was drunk. I always spoke like
that when i was bitchy or happy, or otherwise excited about something.
I didn't say anything, and without an eye contact with Claire which
would mean a handshake of agreement, i showed them to sit down and
they did. Claire and i were college darlings, married very early and
none of us ever had sex with other people.

Cynthia was tall, with a figure of a photo model with tits a bit
bigger than usual photo-modeling tits and with huge eyes looking
somewhat sad and a bit Asiatic. When we started speaking it turned out
that she was aggressive on almost any issue and her high-pitched voice
was then overwhelmed with deep harmonics which gave it a sexy twist.
She was also plain stupid, but somehow streetwise and sociologically
skillful. She could get the power politics in the relationship of me
and Claire, but she declined to suffer in having any conversations she
did not care for. So she waved off all the conversations and soon
started paying attention of what was going on in the rest of the bar.

That left the rest of us three to start talking a bit and soon the
serious talks turned into more relaxed and funny remarks, once we
waged our sensibilities against each other. Henry was very observing
and funny guy and i mostly remained quiet and laughed on his jokes
which were greatly supplemented with Claire's drunken comments.
Notably, we didn't stop drinking and Cynthia was soon catching up with
the quantity of what we drank for the whole evening in only 15
minutes.

At some point, in the middle of a sentence, Claire perk-ed up
slightly. My eye was train to catch any swings of her behavior, but as
i was drunk i almost missed it. Claire looked into my eyes trying to
tell me something. I looked around and came to a nasty conclusion that
it must be that Henry started petting her knee with a sweaty palm
while she was talking so sweetly.

- Henry, i want to get laid. - Cynthia said suddenly diverting her
eyes off of the big screen where a Czech porn-star Sylvia Saint was
ass-fucked by a rather big black stallion of a man, probably also a
well known porn-star.

She measured the situation quickly having a perfect angle to see that
Henry indeed was trying to get Claire's attention. I looked as if to
look what Cynthia was looking at, and saw that Henry was letting his
long fingers caress deep into Claire's thigh covered only by a thin
black material of her trousers.

- Oh well - Cynthia said, stood up, went around the table and made
herself some space between me and Claire in a very aggressive way and
started kissing me and handling my zipper.

I could feel Claire watching me to see my reaction while Henry
probably already had his index finger firmly pressed to her
well-covered clit. I was sure that in her drunken haze she would get
furious as soon as i pushed Cynthia away and then she would stand up
and declare that we are leaving, throwing the tab money on the counter
on the way out. But no, i did no pushing. I was heavily engaged in
practicing my philosophy that I usually apply when something is out of
my ordinary schemes. I was waiting to see what happens next. That left
Claire in the hands of a big black Henry and the next time i saw them
he was already roaming his hands all over her body.

- Excuse me - the hostess addressed us calmly, sweetly and
professionally. - Please go upstairs to room three.
Henry jumped and practically took my dear Claire upstairs with him.
Cynthia waited for my reaction. I told her let's go up and she
followed me without a word.

When we entered the room three Claire was naked from the waist down
and the nectar was being eaten from her pussy by Henry who was naked
from the waist up. It's probably his usual drill to show his muscles
to girls right away once he takes them to bed.

- Richard... - Claire said. She was not trying to be saved because at
this stage she wouldn't want to. But she was giving me a chance.
- Yeah, Richard - said Cynthia who probably only then caught my name
properly. She expertly worked on my pants now nothing was obstructing
her efforts, and they were down in a second. She went to her knees and
started giving me a head. I took her head in my hand never stopping
looking at Claire and Henry, but Cynthia instantly pulled my hand away
from her head.

Henry was supporting Claire's legs with his hands high above her ass
so they don't obstruct a good pussy-eating. I was standing and
watching and being sucked upon. I would've probably finished already
and shoot the load into Cynthia's mouth if it wasn't for the drinks i
had.

Claire was moaning loudly. She never screamed when having sex, she was
a well bred girl. Only once again she tried to see what i was doing.
When she saw i was harnessed by Cynthia's mouth and was not protesting
at all she didn't bother to look at me again before the fucking was
over.

And the fucking was about to start. Henry let go of the eating and
quickly removed the clothes he had on himself.

In an instant he was pressing his big black cock-head to Claire's
cunt. She braced for impact and it came in one go. And since this was
their first fuck, Henry didn't lose any time for further stalling and
started fucking her seriously and missionary style. Soon i was over
the edge and drained myself into Cynthia's mouth. She maybe didn't
like if somebody touched her head while she was sucking, but she did
not have any problem with swallowing. Actually, i was afraid that if i
warn her, she might take it out of her mouth and then get seriously
pissed if i spray her face, hair or clothes.

Exhausted, i plumped in a cushioned chair resting and still not
admitting to myself of what is going on. Cynthia quickly climbed to
the bed and took the rest of Claire's clothes off. Claire protested
with a groan, but let her do it. Once the clothes were off, Cynthia
started sucking a one of Claire's tit and caressing the other.

- Don't... - said Claire. Cynthia looked into her eyes aggressively.
- Please - Claire added with a voice strained by the ongoing fuck, so
to tell to Cynthia that she doesn't have anything against her, but
that she doesn't' like bi sex.

Cynthia didn't take it well and marched out of the room. The sound of
the door closing took Henry out of the trance and he stopped nailing
Claire. He was ready to change position and I'm sure Claire approved
of that. He lay on the bed and grabbed Claire above himself
positioning her to sit on his cock. He positioned them so that she was
facing me. He let go of her and she slammed down on him to the hilt
and her eyes popped out slightly probably more from surprised than
from pain. Now, Claire likes to be surprised.

- Fuck me, little darling - he told her. She started moving up and
down trying to avoid an eye contact with me, but still checking me my
face trying to read it from second to second. Henry didn't like the
speed so he took the process into his hands and started rutting in her
from beneath. Her body didn't move as he fixed her with his hands a
certain altitude.

I sensed that my presence is stopping her from enjoying to the
fullest. At least at this point of their first lovemaking. Naturally,
neither she nor I knew at this point there will be other instances.
Then it occurred to me that Henry deliberately positioned her to watch
me so in an impulse I've blown her a kiss and went out of the room and
down to the bar. Cynthia wasn't around.

Henry and Claire seemed to take there time and i was getting a bit
frustrated. Then it also occurred to me that Henry didn't have a
condom so it unnerved me some more. They unsteadily went down the
stairs in half an hour. We chatted five more minutes like if nothing
happened and then went home. We didn't speak on the way. Claire hugged
me while i was driving and i let her do it. We fall asleep the moment
we entered home.

3. 

The next morning we both had big headaches. Good thing it was Sunday.
After bathroom, I made some coffee and soon she joined me.

- It was all your idea, anyway... - she said. I almost started to
protest, but didn't. She was not trying to pursue justice, but to get
my forgiveness.

Tomorrow when i got home from work, she was on the phone. She was
talking and laughing to something. When she saw me she covered the
handset and whispered that it was Henry she was speaking with.

- Invite them to dinner - i said jokingly - maybe I'll get to fuck
Cynthia.
- Rich says that you should come to a dinner tonight. Yes, with
Cynthia. - she laughed. I got mad and silently tried to gesture her
that i didn't exactly mean it. She only winked at me and answered to
the phone:
- Oh, yes, he would like to do exactly that to your dear Cynthia...
Yeah... yeah... oh, ok, give me a number after i talk to him and I'll
call you back.

- He broke up with Cynthia - she told me after she replaced the
receiver. - but he's got a lovely new girlfriend, actually his old
girlfriend, called Maria who he would gladly share with you if you
would share me with him.
- What's gone into you?! - i asked loudly.
- Hey Rich, you were the one who wanted to enrich our sex lives. You
constantly bragged for two years that we should get to fuck other
people. You always wanted to fuck your best friends' girls, and you
never did because fucking best friends' girls leads to disasters. This
is a perfect way. Some sexy free minded girl with a sweet name Maria
would not mind being fucked by you. You want her? - she said and
raised the phone receiver again ready to dial.
I just went out of the room. She read that as a yes and dialed. I knew
she was wild, but not this wild. Ok, i like her wild. But later i told
her that they might come for dinner, but that it still means nothing
as far as fucking and sucking is concerned. At least not that it comes
by default. She of course agreed.

Maria was indeed very sweet blonde girl. She was barely twenty and
moved like a fox. She must have been a gymnast or something when
younger. She was smiling all the time and did a lot of small talking
with Claire. Henry was a silent hunk. Maria started to like Claire
instantly in a non-sexual sort of way and followed her around, to the
kitchen and back and helping her with food, like a puppy.

Henry and Claire never touched and barely talked to each-other. And
whenever the girls were out of sight Henry would say to me something
non-committal but politely listening to any of my responses.

- Maria is waiting you in the bedroom. - Claire told me and smiled
tenderly.
- Yeah? - i said - why, she likes me that much? - i was stalling. All
this bedroom business came all of the sudden for me and that wasn't
good.
- She likes you alright. - Henry added.
- How would you know, you asked her? - i was being insistent. It
sounded like a logical question, but Claire was already silently
protested to my hidden aggression.
- I know her very well, like you know Claire. - he said calmly - And
can you say that Claire is dying to get me? Would you allow that now?
- Well, if that is true... - i started not exactly knowing what to say -
then you go to bedroom and send Maria here.
Claire shrugged and headed to the bedroom. Henry stayed.
- What are you waiting for? - i asked him not knowing how to read his
behavior.
- Well, this would be interesting, Rich. Maria waits for the person
who wants to have sex with her. She'll think that Claire wants that
now.
- Aha. - i smarted. We silently drank our wine, slowly this evening.
- Let's go and see what happens - i volunteered after some time.
Claire and Maria were both naked and on the bed in the standing
position, but standing on their knees and caressing each-other.

- I knew you didn't like Cynthia. - Henry smiled telling this to
Claire. I wondered if Maria would get pissed of on the mention of
Cynthia, but she didn't even blink.
- Leave us alone for now guys. - Claire said.
- I suggest we leave you alone later - i said and put my hands on
Claire's shoulders.
- Take me - Maria offered to me - that animal there has a huge dick.
- Well, he's your boyfriend - i insisted. - and cock is a cock - i
added.
- Take me - Maria offered again holding her beautiful tits which were
a bit to large for her hands, but i great match to mine, i found out
in a second.

As soon as i moved to Maria, Henry put his hands on Claire's ass and
she recognized his presence by arching slightly. Henry started
massaging her slit from behind. Maria quickly undressed me and started
to get down sucking my cock, but i stopped her. Henry saw that and
laughed. And he was right to laugh; i wanted to fuck this time. To
fuck another woman.

And it happened. Soon we were both fucking forcefully into Maria and
Claire which were willingly laid out on the bed before us big fuckers.
I've finally got a bit more relaxed that somebody else than me was
having Claire, now that she was here close to me, and that we were
getting the equal portions of fun. But with all that sex for me and
around me, soon i got overexcited and was about to cum. I yelled,
fished out my dick and started cumming all over Maria. I retreated and
sat beside her and both of us started watching Henry and Claire.

Suddenly, Henry stopped fucking Claire and grabbed both women and
positioned them one next to the other and started fucking first one
then the other for a minute each. I must admit, it was great to watch
him in action, and soon i got another erection. I waited for Henry to
once again move to Maria and quickly entered my wife. I must admit, i
was missing her a bit, after the fucking she was receiving from
another person. She smiled at me affectionately.

Maria soon announced that she can't have anymore fucking and started
sucking Henry's cock, bobbing her sweet face up and down on his shaft
energetically. Henry saw me watching their action and asked if i
wanted to swap. I said why not and went to Maria. Henry turned Claire
on her hands and knees and carefully re-entered her. He wasn't careful
for long, though, but started fucking her really violently. I came
again this time on Maria's face. She was tired, wanted shower and left
for it. After some time, i grew jealous of Henry's stamina and expert
fucking he was awarding my reborn and highly fuckable wife and got a
great idea to join Maria in the shower.

She was already finished though and curled before TV. After the shower
i joined her on the sofa and we fell asleep.

When i woke up it was already morning and Maria was gone. I went to
the bedroom and acknowledge that Claire and Henry were slowly fucking
while talking and laughing.

- What? You fucked all night?! - i asked. They laughed.
- No, we just woke up - Claire said. I was staying in the door frame
wondering what to say next.
- Well, i have to go to work - is what i said. - Where's Maria?
- What? She left? - asked Henry.
- Apparently. - i offered.
- Well, maybe she's got stuff to do, I'll call her a bit later.
A bit later meant when he finishes with my wife.
- Off i go - i said again.
- See you later honey - Claire said, offering nothing on what will
happen here when I'm gone.
- I will leave soon as well - said Henry.
- Bye - i said. And i said only that and i did not want to say to
Henry that it was nice seeing him and that i hope to see him again.

On the way to my office, i was thinking that the new swinging sex life
that Claire and i had is not that bad, but that something was wrong.
Henry seemed to be a kind of a guy that changed his girlfriends like
socks and he did not exactly invest much into the possibility to fuck
my Claire that much and that often. I knew i was being a jerk
calculating like this, but that was me. Hell, maybe they were not his
girlfriends at all; maybe he was a rich guy paying girls like Cynthia
and Maria for the sexual services. And now he's got a kick on Claire
and he's having everything in its place, together with his cock in her
sweet pussy, even as that particular moment of my contemplation.

When i returned home that day, Claire was there alone and then
everything fell into the old routine. But when i returned home the
next Monday, you already know what happened: he was still fucking her
in our bedroom. After he left i asked Claire how many times have he
been her when i wasn't there.

- Oh, once or twice. - she said.
- Plus this time? - i asked.
- No, this is the second time. - she said.

Well this is how my swinging life begun. I have troubles deciding if
it was for good or for bad. But this is only a beginning, there's much
more.

(to be continued)

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