Angie Enjoys Her Role As The Extra Gal

Hi Joan.

Well, now that we have exchanged e-mail correspondence several times, I guess I am ready to share my story for your readers.  As you know, I am 24, brunete, blue eyes, nice body, and considered to be attractive.  Since high school, I have religiously stayed on "the pill."

I moved from my hometown (Minneapolis) a couple years ago, and have been working in Los Angeles for a marketing firm.  A month before this story begins, my boss asked me if I would be willing to return to Minneapolis for about six months to help set up a marketing operation there for one of our clients.  After some consideration (having no immediate ties like husband, kids or serious boyfriend), I told him I would do it.
 
I called Ginger, my friend ever since high school, who had married three years before, and who was still living in a Minneapolis suburb, and told her my plans.  She insisted that I stay with her and  her husband (Evan) for the six months.  I told her I thought that would be too much of an imposition, but that if she was willing, I will stay with them until I got settled elsewhere.  Ginger is about six months older than me, and Evan is 26.

Ginger met me at the airport early on my arrival day.  As we drove back to her house, we had a great time talking about old times in high school and the years immediately following that when we both went to a local community college.  I already knew Evan.  He is a very handsome and outgoing guy.  They both have good jobs, and no kids.

I was surprised at how luxurious their home was when I saw it.  Ginger showed me around, and then challenged me to a game of tennis.  We had both played tennis in high school.  Evan was at work, and Ginger had taken the day off.  We giggled a lot as we changed into our short tennis skirts and matching blouses.  Ginger wore a thong under her tennis skirt, and threw an extra one to me.  "Be daring," she said, "put that on instead of your regular panties."  I thought I would be exposing too much, but, what the heck, I did it!

Since it was late on a Friday morning, there weren't many folks at the courts.  An older couple wer playing several courts away, and a few other people strolled by.  I think a few of them stopped to watch when then noticed all the bare skin beneth our tennis skirts.  We pretended that we didn't notice, but it kind of turned both of us on.

When we finished, we gave each other a big hug, and Ginger gave me a quick kiss right on the mouth.  I was a bit startled, but gently kissed her back, and the kiss broke quickly.  We headed back to Ginger's place.

Let me tell you a bit about Ginger's home.  It has a master suite to die for.  Huge bedroom with a king bed and a large TV
in the corner facing the bed.  Sliding glass doors lead from the bedroom to a large fenced-in deck.  The fence is about 8' high, and there is a red wood hot tub in the middle.  As Ginger said, "Lots of privacy for nude playing in the tub and for nude sunbathing.  A large walk-in closet borders one side of the bedroom, and an extra large bathroom borders the other side.  

That bathroom has a long double-sink counter, a toilet and a bidet (I had never used one of those until that day), a jacuzzi bath tub and a shower/steam room stall that must have been about 5' x 6' with a long bench along the longest side.

As soon as we got home, Ginger took me by the hand and led me into the master suite.  We had already put my luggage in the second bedroom down the hall.  She said, "Lets freshen up with a shower together."  Well, we had often showered together back in high school, so I thought nothing strange about her suggestion.  We stripped out of our clothes, and ran nude as jaybirds for the shower.

Once Ginger had set the two shower heads to a comfortable temperature, we entered the stall.  Ginger was behind, and she playfully slapped me on my ass.  I jumped, and as soon as she entered, I grabbed and tweeked her nearest nipple (something else that we had done in high school... but it was never sexual).  This time Ginger responded by reaching around me and cupping both of my breasts, and squeezing them.  I had to admit that it felt good.  Nothing was said, and in a few seconds, Ginger took her hands away.

Soon we were soaping our bodies, and giggling while taking about old times.  Then Ginger said, let me do that for you.  She grabbed the soap out of my hand and began rubbing it all over my body.  I mean ALL over my body.  Over my full breasts.  I think my breathing had gotten heavier, and my eyes began to close as I enjoyed her touch.  She was facing me, real close, and wrapped her arms around to soap my buns.  Next think I knew, Ginger had one of my nipples in her mouth.  When I realized what she was doing, I jumpped a bit, but did not move away.  She took that as her cue to continue.

As the needle-like shower spray washed over me, Ginger was laving my breasts with her tongue while her hands roamed my butt... and then my crotch where she ran her soapy hand all around.  She gently pushed me back so I was sitting on the shower bench, and she knelt on the shower floor as she spread my legs.  Was she.....?  Yes, she was about to put her face in my crotch.  I guess I just watched in disbelief as Ginger began to give me some really great head.  My eyes closed again, and I just sat there enjoying her ministrations.  

Soon an orgasm washed through me, and I had to push her away so I could recover.  As I stood up to finish rinsing the soap away, Ginger said, "Like that?"  What could I say.  Gawd yes I had liked it... even though it was the first time I had ever had a female go down on me, and I was a bit taken back at first.  Before I could reply, Ginger stepped out of the stall, grinned back at me and said, "Go soak that pretty body of yours in the hot tub while I get some wine, cheese and crackers.

She left the bathroom  By the time I entered the bedroom, she had already gone to the kitchen.  With my head still sort of spinning, I strolled out onto the private deck and let myself down into the hot tub.  She had hit a switch before heading for the kitchen, and the hot tub was bubbling away.  The bubbles felt good as I leaned back to contemplate what Ginger had just done for me. 

When Ginger returned, she set a plate of goodies on a side table and handed me a glass of wine.  Once she was in the tub with me, she smiled and said, "Surprised?"  I knew she did not mean about the wine or the hot tub.  After a rather pregnant pause, I finally gathered strength to answer.  "Yes.  That's something we never did back in high school."  She laughed.

Over the next hour Ginger filled me in on the last two years with Evan.  It seems that they had gotten into a sort of swinning lifestyle.  She told me that while they started out "swapping" with other couples, they eventually found that they enjoyed "threesome sex" more than anything else.  She reported that Evan enjoyed watching her being screwed by other guys, holding her as they did so, and often participated in her pleasuring along with the other guy.  I was temporarily stunned by her revelations.  Then the mental pictures she verbally drew for me began to get me hot.  I hadn't even realized it, but I had my hand under water stroking my pussy as she told her tale.

Finally she asked me again if I had enjoyed what she did to me in the shower.  This time I had to give a quick and positive reply.  "Yes, surprisingly, I really did!"  When I said that, she leaned forward, and planted a really pasionate kiss on my lips as her hands reached out and cupped my floating breasts. I could not help but admire her plump, no-sag breasts as she held mine.  Her touch felt very good, so I found myself responsing to and participating in the passion of our kiss.

After some shared fondling, Ginger sat back and laughed out loud.  "You DO like it.... don't you"  I just smiled back and nodded gently.  A few minutes later we ended up on her king bed, laying in a 69 position, inspecting each other's pussies.  Soon she was eating me again.  Again, it felt good.  She knew just where to touch and lick me.  Tentatively, I started licking her pussy too.  We must have laid like that for nearly an hour.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and Evan walked in.  "I see you girls have gotten a head start without me."  I jumpped and tried to reach out for a towel to cover myself.  Ginger and Evan laughed.  Then Evan said, "Don't worry about covering yourself.  I will be nude on that bed with you guys in a flash."  He started stripping his clothes away.  I couldn't believe how quickly he was nude too.  By that point Ginger and I were laying with both of our heads at the head of the bed.

Evan stepped into the bathroom and I spotted him squatting over the bidet.  I had never thjought about it, but that appliance can be used by guys too... to freshen their crotch after a day of office work.  He was still toweling his crotch as he approached the bed.  He laid down next to me.  I was in the middle!

That's when Ginger spoke up.  "Ever since you called, Evan and I have been fantacising about having you join us in just such a situation."  I was facing Ginger, with Evan beginning to press himself against my back.  I felt his hardening cock against my butt.  "We would like your stay with us to totally pleasureful... for you and for us," Ginger went on.  Evan was then reaching his arm over my body to cuddle me against him.  His big hand ended up on my upper breast, cupping and carressing it.

"Are you guys serious?" I asked.  "We sure are," Ginger responded.  Evan has given me so many totally fulfilling MFM threesomes.  I want this to be our... your and my... opportunity to give Evan doubled pleasure."  With that she got up, walked around the bed, and crawled back up onto the bed... leaving Evan in the middle.

"Angie, roll over," Ginger directed.  "Join me."  Hesitantly, I rolled over to look directly into Evan's eyes, and to see Ginger peering over his shoulder.  She already had her arm over his mid-section, and was fondling his cock.

Ginger said, "Let's see your hand."  She actually reached out and took my hand... placing it around Evan's stiff prick.  With that, I sheepishly grinned at Evan while gently stroking his cock.  He kissed me on my forehead while using his hand to tweek my nearest nipple.  

Ginger had gotten up again, moved to the foot of the bed, and was prying Evan's legs apart.  That caused him to roll the lower part of his body onto his back.  Ginger crawled between his legs and began to suck on Evan's nut sack, just inches from where my hand was playing with his dick.  I felt his cock stiffen in my hand.

Then Ginger moved over between my legs and began to suck my pussy.  Evan tilted my head back and locked lips with me.  I thought, 'Gawd this man was hot!'  I finally had my other hand playing through Evan's chest hair.  I felt an orgasm building within me.  I momentarily wondered about the wisdom of this scene, but the feelings building within me quickly washed away and concerns I was harboring. 

Apparently the involuntary tensions in my body let Ginger know that I was hot too.  "Evan... this is the time!  Her pussy is ready for your dick!"  She concluded by saying, "Take her, and enjoy her while she enjoys all you have to give her."  Evan wasted no time.  He rolled up on top of me as our lips were still locked, and i felt Ginger's hand guiding Evan's steel-hard cock between my vaginal lips.  Then he entered me... a slow inch at a time... until his balls lay against my ass.

I felt the bed move as Ginger movefd back up next to me.  Evan broke his kiss, and Ginger turned my head toward hers as she planted another passionate kiss on my lips.  That's when Evan began to seriously fuck me.  Gawd it felt good!  As he pulled back, I realized that my hips were pressing upward to keep him inside... to welcome his next thrust.

A few minutes later my body gave itself up to shudders of orgasmic pleasure.  Evan kept pumping as my orgasmic waves subsided.  Then he really started to pump, and I felt his cock enlarge within my pussy.  I realized that signaled that he was about to shoot his load.  That took me over the top again, and as I felt his male juices squirt against my inner walls, I convulsed in another wonderful orgasm.

Evan rolled off me, between me and Ginger.  He kissed her and said, "Thanks babe."

When Evan recovered, he took Ginger doggy-style as she and I cuddled and kissed some more.  That was the first time I had ever held another woman as her body convulsed in sexual fulfillment.  I was happy to have been part of her pleasure.

When they both recovered, we noticed that the sun had gone down.  "I think it is time to get dressed and go out for some dinner," Evan announced.

This time I went back to my bedroom and the second bath for a shower and some fix up.

We had a wonderful, sumptious dinner that night, and Evan took turns dancing with both Ginger and me.  Our table was back in a seculded corner.  During dinner both Evan and Ginger asked me how I felt about our afternoon.  I took a deep breath, smiled at them, and admitted that while I had never envisioned being part of such sex play, I had REALLY enjoyed myself.  I felt two hands under the table (one from each side) push my skirt back and momentarily caress my pubic mound (I hadn't worn any panties).  They lifted their wine glasses and toasted me as "Their new best bed mate."

It will come as no surprise that the three of us ended up sleeping together that night... in their king bed.  I ended up staying with them the entire six months of my time in Minneapolis, and I seldom used my own bed.

Often when Evan would come home from work, Ginger and I would be nude in the hot tub, or lounging nude on their private deck.  We all played in that tub, in their large shower stall, on the floor, and in their bed.  On a half dozen occasions during those six months, Evan brought other guys home for Ginger to enjoy.  I got to watch Ginger being "double penetrated" several times, and held lovingly in Evan's arms as another guy ate her pussy or plunged his cock deep inside her.  

Sometimes Evan and I would screw while laying next to, and watching, Ginger get screwed by one of the guys Evan brought home.  Naturally I got to sample most of them too.  One night Evan took Ginger and me to a motel without telling us what he had planned.  The room had two double beds rather than the king we had been used to, so we both wondered what he had in mind.  He told us a surprise was coming, but that we needed to use fictious names so our identity could be kept secret.  He said he was to be "Adam," Ginger was to be "Betty," and I was to be "Connie."  It was ABC to keep it simple.  He had us strip and put on some see-through lingerie that he had purchased for us.  We were hot with anticipation.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.  When Evan (I mean Adam) opened the door, three.... that's right, THREE handsome young guys walked in.  "Adam" introduced us, and told two of the guys they were charged with giving "Betty" the best time of her sexual life.  He told the third guy to strip because he and "Adam" were going to "double" me.

Several hours later, when the three guys left, Ginger and I were TOTALLY sated, as was Evan.  We headed home for a soakin their hot tub before zonking out for the night.

Evan and Ginger introduced me to four couples while I was in Minneapolis.  In each case, I ended up visiting the couples (one at a time) to be their extra gal.  I found I liked that role.  I think all four of those couples enjoyed my involvement too.  Two of the guys had extra large cocks that I found most enjoyable.  One of the gals insisted that I lay back down on top of her husband while he filled my pussy from behind.  When we complied, she proceeded to lick my pussy and his dick and balls while we fucked.  It felt... well... strange, but, good.

Now that I am back in Los Angeles, I have met with three different couples that Evan and Ginger put me in touch with.  They have all promised to put me in touch with other local couples who would like an extra gal to join them.  I have discovered that I like being part of FMF sex play.

Oh yes, I still date guys on a one-on-one basis.  But these days I know that if a guy proves to be a loser, I can just say "Let's not do it tonight," and I know that I will still get plenty of sexual fulfillment.  These days I know that I could find myself in bed with a swinging couple (or an occasional swinging single guy or two) a couple times a week... if I want.  Often... I WANT! 

Thanks Joan for letting me tell my story.  And, thanks Ginger for introducing me to the special fun I can have with liberated couples and swinging guys.  It is nice to be able to enjoy sex just for the sake of fun sex... without worrying that the guy on the other end of that dick might want a more serious relationship.  I am not ready for that at this point in my life.  I may never be... now that I am assured of regular, pussy-satisfying, no-stings-attached sexul fun and fulfillment.

Angie in LA