January 2021 (continued)

A Strange Advertisement

In my never-ending search for something new in sex, I was intrigued by an ad I came across while exploring my local swinger's newsletter. It read:

Attractive, professional couple seeks men. We confine our extracurricular sexual activities to voyeurism, exhibitionism, and mutual masturbation. We are looking for you to come and play with us. You have eye sex with Sonia while she spreads her legs and plays with heself. Husband watches. We will put on a show that will really get you off. Sonia will finish the job with her skilled hands. -- Roger & Sonia

Ordinarily I wouldn't be interested in such an offer. If I am going to get together with a couple, I want the real thing, not just watching them do it while I jerk off. But the accompanying picture of Sonia was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. She was standing with her back to the camera, her legs straight and spread, bent forward at the waist and looking back at the viewer, smiling. Her parted lips were visible between her legs with just a slight bush of hair surrounding them. She was smiling with a sly, inviting look.

I had the feeling there was a conspiracy between her and me, that she was communicating an erotic intensity to me that even her husband, who had presumably taken the picture, was unaware of. During the next week I thought about the ad off and on, and by the end of the week I decided that I need to meet Sonia, so I sent a message to her and her husband saying that I would love to participate in their sexual games. Three days later I got a call from Roger. He was very friendly on the phone and gave me directions to get to their place.

That Saturday evening, I drove out to the attractive, comfortable suburban community where Sonia and Roger lived. Their house was large and implied prosperity. Roger greeted me at the door and shook my hand, ushering me in. He was about thirty-eight with the look of a lawyer trying to act informally. Their living room was comfortable, with plush carpeting and large mid-century modern sofas. I sank into one and accepted a glass of Perrier and some snacks while they drank wine. We chatted for a while about computers and current events, and then I asked if they had gotten any other responses to their ad.

"Quite a few," Sonia replied, "but none of the responses excited us as much as yours. Your message really turned us on. I think it was the interest you expressed in erotic passion as opposed to just sexuality."

I asked Sonia and Roger if they'd ever put out an ad before.

"Actually, yes. Not many. We've been married for five years and are sexually happy with each other," Sonia explained, "but a few months ago we decided wanted more. But we didn't want to do anything that would threaten our marriage. We're afraid that jealousy might get out of control. So we agreed that we would bring in other people but avoid penetration, and that we would do it together. We decided to see if there were any other people out there who were interested in playing sexual games that were exciting but completely safe. We placed our first personal ad and got a lot of responses, and we've had some interesting experiences."

"It was Sonia's idea at first," Roger continued. "She has a lot of sexual energy. We have sex three or four times a week and she masturbates at least once a day, but she still needs more."

While Roger was talking Sonia caught my eye. I saw that same look I had seen in her photo in the magazine, a secret seductive look aimed at me. She had long, thick, honey-blond hair and Scandinavian features. Her shoulders were broad and her breasts stood high and wide under the long, purple caftan she was wearing.

"Perhaps Larry would like to be entertained while he is drinking his Perrier," she said to Roger. With that she got up and moved to the other end of the sofa I was sitting on. She sat with her back against the sofa arm and her legs up on the seat. Slowly she began pulling her long caftan up her legs, exposing their shapeliness. When the hem got to the tops of her knees it fell to her waist, exposing her legs and the dark blond hair of her crotch. She spread her feet slightly, revealing bright pink lips peeking out from her hair. She smiled as my eyes were drawn between her legs and she spread her knees and reached between them with her hand. Deft fingers parted her wet lips and one of them slid inside. She brought the finger out, lifted it to her mouth so that she could taste herself, and then wet three fingers in her mouth. She placed them back between her legs and slowly began to rub her clitoris.

Roger moved over behind her and reached forward to push her caftan down off her shoulders to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were just a shade darker than her skin, creating a very erotic effect. "I hope you like my breasts," she said smiling.

I said I did. She could see that my pants were beginning to bulge and asked, "Why don't you let it out?"

I accepted her offer and opened my fly, taking out my rod was by now quite stiff. I leisurely began to stroke it as I watched her play with herself. She rubbed herself until her whole body shuddered with pleasure, then Roger mounted her in missionary. When they were done, Sonia asked if I wanted her to help me come too. I said I did, and she leaned over me and took me in her silky fingers and stroked my member softly. It didn't take long before I came and shot off into the air.

The three of us chatted for a while, and then I left. The experience was a bit strange, but I somehow suspected that there would be more to come. The connection I felt to Sonia was electric. Sure enough, three days later I got a call from Sonia.

"Hello, Larry?" she said in a seductive voice.

"Hi," I replied, "what's up?"

"I want to see you again," she said. "Do you want to see me?"

"Depends what for," I replied, being deliberately noncommittal.

"You know what for," she said.

"Alone or with your husband," I asked.

"Just the two of us. None of this fooling around. Just the real thing."

"You're on!" I replied. Since I'm married and my wife planned on having one of her playmates over, my place was a no-go, and since all of this was going to be behind Roger's back, her place was out also, so we agreed on a nice motel at the midway point. I would get the room, and she would show up half an hour later.

I settled on the giant bed in the motel and waited for her knock. It came at exactly the agreed-on time. The moment I opened the door we were in each other's arms, a week's worth of pent-up passion pouring out as our mouths locked together, wide open, our tongues exploring deep inside. We clawed at each other, pulling off each other's clothes. I was hardly able to kick the door shut as we dove for the bed, shoes, socks, pants, shirt, blouse, and skirt flying in all directions. We crashed onto the bed and rolled over several times until I got on top of her. Her bra wouldn't come undone, so I pulled it apart, allowing her breasts to spill out. My mouth locked onto a nipple and we rolled over a couple more times as she moaned and pulled my head hard against her chest.

My hand groped between her legs, but I had no more luck with her panties than I had with her bra, so I ripped them off as well. She was sopping wet and my fingers plunged easily into her softness, making her catch her breath.

Her hands were also busy, pulling my cock and balls over the elastic of my briefs and eagerly squeezing them until it hurt. I took my hand out of her and grabbed her wrist, freeing her grip on my genitals. I then rolled her over again so that I was on top of her and roughly pulled her legs open, plunging my cock into her. She let out loud sighs which intensified into moans as I began pounding. My thighs slapped loudly against hers and my balls swung back and forth too, hitting against her behind. Her cries peaked and she came with a wail. Rolling over onto my back, I carried her around so that she was on top of me. I continued grinding and thrusting, and she responded in kind. I reached around with my hand, spread her ass cheeks wide, and plunged a finger deep into her rear as we continued to furiously grind together.

Her butt was really in motion now and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My orgasm came roaring up out of me, shooting up into her so hard that the force brought her off again, and our groans mixed together.

She collapsed forward onto me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her face buried in my neck. We fell asleep in our exhaustion.