The adventure starts when after five years' of marriage, Martha and I become intrigued by swinging. Not that we don't experience exciting moments in our sex lives. Just that we crave more, and to get more, we must take risks and embrace the unexpected.
So, we contact local swingers on the net. It's a painstakingly long process -- selecting whom we'd like to expose our deepest personal lives with. Rejecting misfits and undesirables. Believe it or not, that part is painful too because we know also what rejection feels like.
Regardless, we proceed. A few couples visit in person but we never take the final step into the bedroom. Our reluctance is apparent. We must feel compatible. The selection process is more important than choosing furniture or even a new car. It's not that we demand perfection, because that's not the barrier. We just want compatibility on more topics than the bedroom and getting-it-on. Know what I mean? Martha wants friends whom she can converse with openly about subjects she can't in the real world; so do I.
We are about to give up when John and Joann email. He owns a farm equipment business at Rolla; she's an instructor at a community college. Careers are not the only criteria: interests in sports, academics, politics, the environment, etc., are also on the list. What about John's wife? Do I have the nerve to fuck her right in front of my wife and her husband? Vice-versa, can I tolerate watching my wife get fucked by another man, especially a comparative stranger?
We first meet at a lodge on Lake of the Ozarks and instantly fall in love with both. She's charming and intellectually coherent. He's a sportsman -- all types. Never misses a Cardinals game. Plus they love the outdoors: hiking, water skiing, snorkeling, fishing, you name it. On the surface, they're both beautiful. But what attracts us most is what's on the inside combined with a good-looking outside. I boil it down to "personality" but it's really more than that.
The thing that first strikes me about John are his eyes -- piercing blue and focused on whomever he converses with -- showing sincere respect and dignity. And honesty. I'm impressed. Martha too.
Their physiques are appealing too, and I say "they" because both John and Joann are in good shape from physical activities. It's not that I'm attracted sexually to John right off the bat; it's just that he looks good to me for some reason. Plus they eat correctly to ensure health and long-life. Martha and I appreciate that.
Both couples mutually agree to meet again soon. The drive to and from St. Louis isn't too bad. Besides, John religiously follows the Cardinals. Me too. We attend games together -- even before we get down to the business we were aiming for in the beginning. Breaking the ice takes more than an exchange of business cards or email addresses.
I become close pals with John over the weeks, as does Martha and Joann. There is so much in common, it's incredible. Their smiles and happy dispositions melt our hearts. Without a positive outlook on life, I doubt they could have made a success in business & career.
Finally, we invite John and Joann over for the "BIG NIGHT." It's Halloween, but we shut off the front porch light to indicate we're not interested in treating children, only in "tricking" with new friends. However, we certainly don't deny the "eye-candy" part. The four of us watch the DVD "Mr. & Mrs. Smith," then we head for the hot tub out back. Joann is first to slip out of her clothes, followed quickly by John. Martha and I immediately notice how routine it seems for them. We follow suit more slowly because it's our debut appearance, so to speak.
Joann is gorgeous. Big firm boobs, round solid ass. Yeah, I can see myself fucking her, no problem. Martha meanwhile is looking John over. I catch her eyes and follow them to their subject: John's body. Muscled up, hairy chest, legs of steel, long uncut cock, balls hanging low. But my eyes look up to see his smile, glistening teeth in the darkness, and puppydog eyes. Great guy. Then we notice they're both tanned all over, indicating they either go to tanning beds or venture outdoors naked. I suspect the latter. Martha concurs.
"Are you two comfortable with the way we look?" John asks with a sly dimply grin.
"Of course we are," snaps Martha as she slaps him on the ass. I'm startled by her quick, instinctive reaction, but what else can one expect stepping into the swingers' world?
"Mike, you ever been to Hedonism in Jamaica?" John asks.
"No. We've read about it but didn't have the nerve to go nude in public. Have you been?"
"Course. Joann and I go every February. Want to go with us next time?"
"Of course. I just gotta see how we can fit it into our schedule. AND out of our clothes. [Laughter] It's sort of new to us."
John changes the subject to sports which I love. Martha and Joann talk about other types of athletics, health, shopping, etc. We drink several glasses of wine while soaking. The intoxicants and sexual stimulants take a while to kick in, but when they do, I feel trapped in the water with a raging hardon.
"Nothing to feel embarrassed about, Mike," John encourages. "I've got one too. Wanna see?"
Laughing, he abruptly stands up out of the water. His dick, dripping from warm steamy water, is sticking straight up. No, it's arched straight up to his bellybutton! "Holy Mother of God! How big's that thing?" I ask.
"Huge mother-fucker, isn't it?" John proudly boasts. "Never measured it. Probably 9" full, 6" limp. Don't know. Gotta yardstick?" He grins, then breaks out into another round of loud laughter. I laugh too and get brave enough to stand up out of the water. The girls are laughing uncontrollably. It is funny when one thinks about it. Two guys sporting raging hardons for their wives at the same time.
John adds, "Nature obviously doesn't fuckin' care to hide hardons, does she? So, why should we?"
After we dry off, we head straight for the bedroom where John takes Martha's hand and leads her to a cozy spot on the bed. I am mesmerized. Is this for real? Is my loving wife about to get fucked by another man? In front of me? On my approval, no less?
In turn, I guide Joann to the opposite side of the bed and copy John's foreplay steps. Before long, we're both fucking our wives on the bed in rhythm....except the wives and husbands are swapped. We exchange conversation the entire time as if the situation is "normal." We laugh and carry on like schoolkids.
The first experience is enjoyable, which guarantees more to follow. We meet at least once a week for fun and games. Not all sex, mind you. Because it's not all about erotic appetites. We have more in common with the couple, you see. And there's a helluva lot more to life than sex -- though it's the icing on the cake, so to speak. Cum-icing.
Martha confides in me one day she'd like to see John and I hook up. I'm shocked, but shouldn't be because I'd like to see Martha and Joann do the same, and confess to her my fantasy. But how can this be arranged?
Maybe at Hedonism?
All four of us catch a flight to Montego Bay in February -- perfect for visiting Jamaica. Then we rent a car to Negril on the west coast. Negril is a naturist town; almost all hotels along the beach and inland are "clothing-optional" except at restaurants and formal settings. Frontal nudity is the norm in this little naturist haven. We love watching other good looking people who aren't ashamed to share their health and beauty.
On the flight down, I casually ask John if he'd ever experienced man-to-man sex. He looks at me with an unsurprised wink, "Well.... Yes, I have, Mike. And I enjoyed it a lot. You?"
"No. I haven't gone that far but am curious."
John suggests, "Well, pal, we might as well try it. Who better to experiment with than your best bud, right?"
I nod in agreement and smile at him. We connect in silence. Honestly, I don't know whether I'm a "top" or "bottom" in that sport and will have to rely on John to be my coach. I ask him if it'd be okay for him to show me how. He answers, "Sure. It'll be my pleasure." Next, I reluctantly ask John if it hurts. "Like, how do you get your cock up another man's ass, and how does it feel, you know, to have it rammed up inside you when you haven't been fucked by a rockhard dick before?"
Jim just laughs at me as if he'd done it all. He explains, "I'll show you, Mike. Trust me. Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Because I honestly love you, man." Somehow I believe him and know what he's saying is absolute gospel. He is in love with me and me him, but had not communicated those words until that moment 32,000 feet above Cuba.
That's the first time I hear him say those piercing words, and it makes my heart beat fast. My face is flushed red, not out of embarrassment but anticipation. What better way to be broken in than by your best friend? Too, I wonder if Jim recognizes my body language -- that I'm aroused by the very words just spoken.
John goes on to say, "You want Martha and Joann to watch?" I say, "Sure, why not? Actually, that's what Martha wants to see. And we want to watch them do it too, don't we?" John agrees.
Landing in Montego Bay, we rent a car and head south to Negril. Takes some getting used to driving on the left; but we manage. Sort of like the same-sex adventure we're about to explore in a few hours. Just the opposite side of the highway.
We check in at Hedonism, unpack our things (as light as they are since we'll be naked most of the week), and head for the beach with just towels draped around our shoulders. Hundreds of other nude tourists from around the world greet us with smiles. Apparently John and Joann draw some attentive eyes. Not just because of their well-built bodies. Some are previous acquaintances, in more ways than one, I'm sure, but don't ask out of common courtesy. I do give John a knowing wink, however.
After skinnydipping the warm Caribbean and sunning 'til our asses are bronze, we head back to the thatched-roof quarters. All four of us share one large cabana with two beds -- not to cut cost, mind you, but to explore other "potentialities."
We "dress" for dinner; only ass-coverings required, no tops. The meal is delicious, especially when you're with the ones you love. Jamaicans are the best hosts I've ever met.
Afterward, we head for the bar where clothing is again optional. We discard the wrap-arounds, no problem. Nothing like being totally bareass naked around hundreds of other people in the same condition. It's more than liberating; it's exciting. And then to realize that arousals are not to be hidden but displayed proudly as confirmation that we're part of nature -- is a dream come true. I get hard several times in public; ditto John. Instead of trying to cover up, men just flaunt it. Goddam! It's only natural and not embarrassing at all.
We dance at the club; then change partners; then rotate partners once more where Martha is dancing with Joann and I with John. John smiles as our hard cocks rub. We dance to the Reggae rhythm mixed with steel drums and Calypso music. Even the performers and musicians are naked, most of them with gorgeous, glistening black skin. Goddamned beautiful Jamaicans! And their accent with a touch of British just adds to the entire tropical fantasy. What a world!
After a couple of hours we're slightly intoxicated and ready for the ultimate experience. John takes my hand and leads me to our cabana. Joann and Martha follow. At the threshold, he suddenly picks me up off my barefeet and deep-kisses me right in front of his wife and mine. I'm enthralled -- sort of in speechless shock. My dick rises to instant attention. Like honeymoon newlyweds, he carries me past the threshold and then lays me gently on the bed as he passionately caresses me, then licks my shoulder with his tongue like some overly-friendly pet. I respond in kind and nibble his ear with my tongue. The girls are giggling as they watch our debut; I'm about to get deflowered and it excites the hell out of me. No longer will my ass be virgin territory. The gals too are feeling up one another, rubbing tits, kissing and fingering passion crevices.
John takes his time prepping me for the grand entry. I'm enthralled at every phase, every second. He licks my toes, then slowing extends his long tongue -- licking every inch as he progresses up my calves, then thighs. He reaches for my tit, twists & squeezes it tight but not painful; then runs his finger down my navel hole spinning my trailhair around.
Next, he goes for my cock, taking all of it in his mouth, then massaging the shaft with his tongue. The up & down motion almost leads to premature explosion. John, of course, recognizes the signs of near-ejaculation and withdraws. He tastes my pre-cum and licks his lips. In turn, I go down on him -- sucking cock for the first time in my life. I see Martha out of the corner of my eye and she smiles at me in approval. It gives me more confidence and determination to go all the way.
I ask John, "Am I doing okay, buddy?"
"Yeah, Mike, you're good. I love ya, man."
That's almost all I can stand hearing those words again: "I love ya." My cock is so rock-hard, I think it'll explode. I am falling in love with a man for the first time in my goddam life and am not even embarrassed about showing it -- in front of my wife, for Christ's sake! And everybody else on the planet, for that matter. Never thought I'd be like this.
John reaches for some special tropical gel to lubricate me. He gently slides one finger up my ass cavity, then two, then three. He massages the canal in preparation for the best part, the homerun, the grand fuck.
Then he slides the gel over his own cock and balls while making a deep growling sound -- as if base instincts are taking over and we are now regressed into the animal kingdom. We are possessed by total passion and nothing, I mean nothing, can hold us back now.
John rolls me over on my stomach, then commands, "Lift your ass." I willingly comply. My ass is more than ready, it longs to be fucked. Mounting me, he slowly slides his enormous cock into my rear entrance but stops to make adjustments. Then he plunges deep for the first time; I can feel his thigh muscles against mine rubbing in ecstasy. Penetration hurts like hell; that was expected. But what wasn't expected is the pain quickly subsides as John allows his member to park in place for a minute to give me time to adjust. It's as if he's sensitive to my needs.
The girls are watching in fascination. It's like time has stood still for that moment of truth.
Slowly John begins thrusting up and down and sideways. He plunges ever deeper inside me and I feel every inch. The thrusting starts in earnest, as John and I both let out male animal grunts and groans involuntarily. Nature is now in command; we are totally under its spell in total erotic abandon.
Faster and faster he fucks, and the slapping sound of his loose balls against my buttcheeks and thighs only adds to the masterpiece symphony. We are CONNECTED at last -- he and I in eternal embrace -- hooked up in ways that transcends mere friendship.
The deeper he lodges into my bowels, the better I feel. I turn my head to catch his lips in a fucking kiss. The pumping continues.
Finally he whispers in my ear, "I'm about to cum, Mike. Do you want all of me or do you want me to withdraw?"
"Please, John. I want all. I love you with all my heart, man."
"I love you too, Mike," he whispers in heavy breaths of excitement.
With that, he penetrates deeper than ever before. I feel his cock pulsating inside me as hot fuck comes shooting out his penis bathing me inside with warmth. It's as if this is the consummation of our love -- sort of a confirmation we're indeed best buds.
Martha and Joann spontaneously clap their hands as they watch this grand finalé. The applause and approval only means one thing: We shall do encores, repeatedly, over and over again. They enjoy watching two men fucking, especially their own. So why not accommodate?
We spend the full week in Jamaica in all sorts of sexual arrangements, some on private parts of the beach -- out under the open sky for God and everyone else to see. When we're not coupled, we masturbate openly and sometimes publicly. No one objects because they're under the same erotic spell. I have no idea how many loads of cum I shoot all over the beach. We have no shame. But the most impressive to me is with John. His fucks mean more to me than words. He winks at me throughout day & night; my heart melts. We're madly in love.
On the last Hedonism day, he instructs me how to fuck him -- another first. I love the feel of my cock up his tight ass, better than pussy. And the feel of his muscular body drives me absolutely wild. To feel his strong arms throw me to the bed is far different than what I experience with Martha or Joann. The tightening of his muscles just before squirt-time is amazing. And then to feel his hot jizm load drip slowly out my asscrack! Jesus Christ! What a goddam experience!
When we arrive back at St. Louis, it's not the same as before. It's better. In fact, everything in the world looks better now, for somehow I'm discovering a part of me I never knew before. A door has been opened that can never be shut.
Even the Arch seems different, and the Mississippi with its majestic steamboats. It's like a new dreamland. All because of my expanding love for John.
John and Joann, of course, have to return to their jobs in Rolla. But we hook up more frequently than before, and the frequency with John exclusively becomes more often proportionally. I look forward to sex with John now more than any other. Does that mean I'm turning gay? Whatever, I really don't give a fuck anymore, because my love for him is so overwhelming and real, nothing else matters. Who gives a goddam what others think just so you're happy?
But little do I realize that John is experiencing the same sensational phenomenon: He is becoming more attracted to me than his wife. Hotdamn!
We go to games, then head straight to my house to fuck in front of Martha, and lots of times when she's not there -- or to a hotel room -- or outdoors on an Ozark hiking trail -- or skinnydipping at his favorite swimming hole. And on some occasions we fuck in Joann's presence with her total approval. The locations are irrelative; there are so many. We fuck all over Missouri and Illinois. He on top of me, then me on top of him, then 69, then sideways, then everywhichway. It's ridiculous. We've got mancream all over our faces, it's caked on like glue, and we don't give a damn about it. Naked as jaybirds all the time around the house, we're like animals. We love the taste of each other. We're mansex addicts and proud of it.
But as the frequency male-to-male sex grows, we come to understand that we're meant for each other -- unrestricted by marriages to females. Truthfully, we secretly long to be married man-to-man rather than any other arrangement. Sure, we can still fuck females, but now we prefer males.
But Martha still loves me and understands my desire. So, one day she says out of the blue, "Mike, why don't you and John move in together? It wouldn't bother me but just a little, because I love you and want what's best for you. I feel a bit uneasy coming home from work catching you two in bed so often -- even though I love watching you two hooked up together and we're swingers and all that -- it still gives me an uneasy feeling -- not for me, but for you."
"Sure, I understand. And I love you, too, Martha. Let's see what John and Joann think, K?"
A few days later we confront John and Joann with the proposition. Amazingly they agree and have felt the same way for a long time, they say. Goddam! It's a deal.
So, John and I search for a condo near the riverfront. We move in after the girls help decorate and purchase new furniture. Our "housewarming party" consists of John and I "breaking the place in" by fucking on a artificial bear rug on the floor in front of the fireplace while the girls watch. I am totally amused by their acceptability. But I'm more aroused by the thought that finally I'm living with the man I love, my best friend for life.
Sometimes John stays at Joann's and I at Martha's. But for the most part, we love our man-to-man relationship. And surprisingly, there's no animosity or hard feelings from the ladies, just understanding. Maybe because they enjoy female-to-female sex too? Who knows?
John gradually gets me adapted into his nude lifestyle, and we travel to nude beaches all over the world, take a gay Windjammer Cruise in the Caribbean, and visit a gay naturist campground in southwest Missouri (my favorite). We enjoy the experience of fucking out in the open -- especially while others watch in obvious appreciation. The experience of Ibiza is goddam breathtaking. We fuck at night in clubs while thousands of other guys from all over Europe do the same. We lounge around the beach nude during the day, and head back to the clubs for more fuckfests at night. Hedonistic it truly is.
I enjoy pleasing others, as does John. Fucking while dancing in public at a gay naturist resort is my fave. The thought of being hooked up like that while standing & moving to pulsating tribal music drives me insane. And then to feel John shoot off inside me and having his hot sticky jizm oozing down our legs on the dance floor is almost more than I can describe.
Our love deepens over the months instead of receding. We finally decide to make it official: wedding vows, the whole shebang. In Toronto we tie the knot, so to speak. Our wives attend and wish us well. We head for a honeymoon lodge north of town. Like in Jamaica, he grabs me and carries me over the threshold. In addition to a finger ring, he presents me with a special marriage cock ring which he lovingly slides over my cock. The resort is naturist, of course, so clothes are not worn for a full week in paradise. He fucks my brains out, and I return the favor. We lick each other's bodies from head to foot like fuckin' hounds. We love being what we are, no shame, no regrets.
Most of all I love the feel of John deep inside me, and to feel his manjuice squirt all through my bowels only adds to the pleasure. Many times I like to drink his mancream, as he does mine. We deepkiss as both our fuckstrings are shared stretching like honey down our chins. Some days I just leave John's dried jizm on my face as a badge of honor, as he does mine. He's delicious beyond words. Sometimes our hair is even caked with dried cum. Who gives a fuck?
The day of discovery was the day I met John. No, the day John entered me and planted his seed deep in the recesses of my being. It's as if he took possession of my fuckin' soul from that very moment and owned me the rest of our lives. I willingly give myself over to him, as he does me.
We have experienced both hetero and homosex, and I can attest: Man-to-man is the best!
------------------------------------------------------------ NOTE: The above story is written as fantasy.
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