Swingers say the darndest things. A few months ago when Rick and I were in Las Vegas, we played with another couple we’d contacted on a swinger site, and who were staying at the same hotel as we were. What a convenient coincidence! Their names escape me (I swear), so we’ll call them Carrie and Ned. They were on vacation from New York. We met at the pool and chatted for a couple of hours in the hot tub until we were kicked out so a crew could do some cleaning. Carrie and Ned went back to their room to change and get some booze before coming over to our room.
When they arrived we chatted some more before moving to the balcony to start some play. It was an amazing spring night in Vegas. Low humidity made the temperature so pleasant and there was a privacy screen on each balcony (not that we cared).
Anyhoo, after some blowjobs and nipple play, we decided to take it to the bedroom. RIck and Carrie claimed the bed and took turns going down on each other. Ned said he wanted to be on the bed too, so he could watch his wife go down on Rick. I agreed and Ned soon went down on me with a tongue much more aggressive than I was accustomed to. I discovered right away that I liked his voracious approach and he soon drew several loud orgasms out of me. Rick reported similar results from Carrie. Yay.
But soon thereafter I tumbled down from that orgasmic high when Ned kissed his way up my stomach and breasts and whispered in my ear in his sexiest Brooklyn accent…
“Youse taste nice.”
I had to bite my cheek and tongue to keep from laughing.
Last Saturday Rick and I visited an offsite swinger’s bar here in town. It’s a favorite of Rick’s because there’s a sexy young bartender whom he’d love to have his way with. Sadly, she’s not a swinger (or says she’s not) and engaged to be married to a non-swinger (or so she says). Blondie wasn’t working on Saturday but we sat with a lovely couple named Molly and Bill. They are veteran swingers and it was fun to swap stories. Since it’s an offsite club, we went with no expectations of play, but rather to make some new friends and have fun.
At one point, I got up to use the bathroom. I came out of the stall to wash my hands, and as I did so, a girl came into the bathroom, slapped me on the ass and said, “You have a great ass. Wish mine were that big. I want to see you shake that big ass on the dance floor.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I just smiled and said, “Thank you.”
Then I went out and shook my ass on the dance floor.