Spit-Roasted

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It’s a question I’m often asked when people find out, ‘How did it all start? When did you and your husband become swingers? How did it all begin?’ Of course being something of an exhibitionist I don’t mind telling them about the ‘First time.’ There were a lot of firsts that night, it makes me hot just thinking about it. I remember it like it was yesterday.

It had been a long hot summer, one long round of parties and barbecues, it was at one such gathering that it happened. At the time, Jeff’s best mate was a guy called Derek, they went everywhere together. It was his house where this party was being held, all the usual suspects were there, my husband and I were both enjoying ourselves, rarely talking to each other as we mingled with other friends. I had always found Derek very attractive, he was about 6 ft tall like my husband, but his looks were echo’s of his Mediterranean roots: jet black short hair, square cut jaw, mischievous hazel eyes and his skin, normally olive hued, was now sun darkened nut brown.

The jeans and white T-shirt Derek wore that night clung tightly to his well-toned body, I’d often fantasised about him, he was good-looking but it probably had more to do with him being the very opposite of my blonde, blue-eyed, pale skinned husband that got me going, we often flirted harmlessly but for some reason there was an added edge that evening, maybe it was the drink flowing freely or the steamy humidity that hung in the air. Seeing me separated from my other half, Derek wasted no time in seizing the opportunity, making a beeline for me as I stood alone.

After saying his hello’s he started to lavish flattery on me, moving closer to me and whispering huskily in my ear. I could feel the sexual chemistry between us, my heart began beating faster, my eyes darted around the room looking for my husband, checking to see that he wasn’t watching jealously, reassured that no-one had noticed the intimacy between Derek and me I put my hand on his thigh as he spoke, he put his on mine saying, “I’ve always fancied you Martha”

“Yeah, so what are you going to do about it then?” I replied with a wanton smile, again looking around as I daringly gave his groin a squeeze. Without speaking, Derek responded by taking me by the hand, quietly leading me out into the hallway to a dark corner, gently pushing me back against the wall, breathlessly he kissed me hard, I opened my mouth, letting his tongue slide wetly in, reaching up I ran my fingers through his black hair and held his head. Although excited by the thought that Jeff was only next door, I was also fearful we would be caught, “Not here” I said, pulling away from Derek’s embrace, smiling mysteriously the dusky hunk once again took me by the hand and in single file we climbed the staircase together.

It had been clear as soon as we had seen each other that night what we both wanted and once inside Derek’s large bedroom we were all over each other, passionately snogging as we groped. That night, as per normal, I was wearing as little as possible, a tight sleeveless black belly top covered my firm breasts. I wore a tiny figure hugging black lycra miniskirt and a matching G-string, nothing else. Stepping back with one movement I pulled my top off, exposing my double D tits to Derek, squeezing them together I offered them to him. “Do you see something you like?” I asked him. He didn’t answer but reaching out he pulled me towards him and buried his head in my cleavage, with slow gentle ease he began to lick my breasts, eventually taking it in turns to circle each of my rosy red aureole with his hot wet tongue, sucking and lightly chewing on my swollen nipples.

I moaned loudly, my inhibitions completely lost, I tugged the dusky studs T-shirt over his head as he suckled on my teats, I murmured my appreciation of his washboard stomach, that six-pack and well-defined lightly haired chest, “Your old man is always bragging about what a great blow job you give, why don’t you show me?” I grinned wickedly, pleased with my reputation, pushing Derek backwards onto the plain white quilt that covered the large double bed that stood in the centre of the room, he fell straight, like a log being felled, landing spread-eagled on his back, I rushed to yank his jeans down and gasped with delight as his big, semi-erect manhood sprung free, unrestricted by any form of underwear.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I took hold of Derek’s stiffening prick with one hand whilst I stroked his tight hairy balls with the other, still looking him in the eye, I slowly, deliberately began to feed his veiny knob into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his throbbing glands as he grew to his full eight inches. My saliva was dripping down his shaft as I sucked him deep into my throat and he was groaning in ecstasy.

Suddenly the door was flung open, there in the frame stood my husband Jeffrey, stepping into the room he turned and closed the door as I knelt frozen to the spot, his best friend’s rock hard cock still in my open mouth. For one terrible moment I thought there was going to be a blood bath when Jeffrey locked the door, but when he looked back at us he didn’t seem to be angry, on the contrary he was smiling, “Go on love, you might as well finish him off, you can’t leave him like that.” He said cheerfully, I was only too happy to oblige even if I continued a little tentatively, not altogether sure that this wasn’t some kind of a trick until my husband started hurriedly undressing.

When Jeffrey was naked I could see why he wasn’t angry. I’d never seen him so excited, his already purple headed prick seemed to be bigger and harder than I had ever seen before. I was already sopping wet. I could feel hot sticky love juice seeping through the thin material of my G-string, trickling down the inside of my thighs, I was slobbering all over Dereks cock, taking more of it deep into my throat with every suck but my eyes were now on my other half who was watching and wanking, passive only for a moment before moving round behind me.

Even before anyone had touched me the anticipation of what was about to happen sent an orgasm shuddering through my trembling body, I moaned loudly, almost gagging on the cock in my mouth, my skirt was being lifted over my hips, my sodden panties peeled off my dripping snatch, my arse cheeks roughly seized and then I felt Jeffrey’s rock hard length nudging against my puffy pussy lips. My very excited husband, seeing me so wet, wasted little time rubbing his helmet along my gaping gash, plunging his pulsating length straight up my gushing hole until his balls slapped against my swollen clit. I screamed with pleasure, my dream of being spit roasted, a big cock in either end, had come true.
By now Derek was straining with the effort of containing his seed, I could sense it rising, his hairy balls tightening as I tossed his shaft into my mouth, when he cried out he was about to shoot his load, I pulled back, my fist still a blur, sticking out my tongue to catch his spurts of steaming jism as it spattered across my face. The little show I had put on had the desired effect on my husband, slamming his rigid member harder and harder into my squelching cunt until both of us lost control as a huge mutual climax crashed over us, leaving us in a tangled, heaving heap.

That night we finished quickly, returning to the party before we were missed, but that was just the first of many such sessions, the beginning of a whole catalogue of games we discovered after finding out how much Jeff liked watching me with other men. My only regret is not finding out sooner, I wouldn’t have felt so guilty about all the other times I cheated on the randy old sod! Mind you, I never did find out how Jeff knew where I was or what the sly little wink meant that Dereks girlfriend gave me when I came down the stairs.

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