When my husband had been browsing the internet sites long before our meeting to find erotic contacts with nice couples, as he later always said, I was not at all happy with all this. It was only after a few visits to the swingers club that I thought, why not, it’s not that bad. You can dress up nicely, I love latex and leather, without being part of the SM scene. Unfortunately, we never met a real acquaintance in the club. My husband came one day and said that he had met a couple from Hamburg on the internet who would definitely meet our expectations. It took some time before we could make a date. We agreed on a weekend in the near future. The closer the day of departure came – it was a Friday – the more excited I became.
I found it very difficult to hide this fear, which was actually quite lovely, from my husband. But we talked a lot and often about what could and should happen. As I have some beautiful lingerie from our visits to clubs, the question was what to wear when we wanted to sit together and have our fun. It had to be comfortable and open to all touches and caresses. So I got my pearl lingerie ready, which I really like and which my husband had already described. This should be it. With this you don’t have to make as much effort if you want to show yourself and do something. The next Friday came and it was already early evening and dark when we got to their place. I was so excited the whole trip. I just thought about what he would look like and whether I could present myself the way we wanted.
But I just have to go through it, I thought. Everything will work out, said my husband. He saw it all in a more positive light. I also imagined how Ralf (that’s the name of our friend) would do it with me. How will we unite together, after all my husband is there. How will my husband react when Ralf ends up fucking me in front of his eyes? And what would it be like if I got to feel two penises in an MMF setting? How will I react when I watch my husband unite with Marion (that’s the name of our friend). But in the end we talked about it at length and agreed that we both wanted it that way. After all we were looking for an erotic friendship. So, if I’m going to deviate from my principles, then I really want to experience everything that’s possible, I thought as we suddenly stood outside the front door.
Marion opened the car door and tore me out of my dreams. We must have been standing in front of the door for a while when she opened the car door. She said hello and I was very impressed by her open manner. She was very relaxed and I was surprised that she was wearing clothing that was almost too skimpy for this time of year. I could see that she was wearing very nice lingerie with an open crotch. My husband will definitely like that. We went into the house together, where Ralf, the master of the house, greeted us warmly. We all hugged each other warmly. Ralf kissed me for a long time – I thought that was just a greeting. His tongue was now trying to make contact with mine. I let him do as he pleased. My husband also seemed to have no problems with the mistress of the house. She had large breasts and they greeted each other for a long time. I noticed that Ralf had a lot waiting for me in his pants.
You could see from the outside that he was having a lot to bear. He kept kissing me and pressed me right down to his middle, where I seemed to be expected. Later, after we had showered and had dinner together, we each sat with the other partner. I don’t even remember whether it was consciously or unconsciously, it was more the former. I had on my pearl lingerie and I have to say I felt very comfortable and safe in it. Because every now and then, by chance, Ralf touched me between my legs. Until his hand lingered there longer and longer. And suddenly a finger found its way into my opening. I found it very pleasant. I looked at my husband and Marion, they were somehow busy with each other. He moved his finger faster and faster so that soon there was room for a second one. A pleasant warmth and a shiver of horniness ran through me.
Somehow I wanted to feel something from him. Now by chance, as I was putting down the glass of champagne, I passed so close to his trousers that I could feel his enormous penis. It was a huge thing, I thought. But now I wanted more. He seemed to notice and moved so that I could and should grab it much better. I literally went after him. Everything must have gotten very tight for him in the meantime. I had a hard time working on this magnificent penis. I pulled his already too tight trousers aside and saw this enormous penis, at least 20×5 in full size. I’ve read about it many times, but now I have one standing in front of me. I would have loved to give him a French kiss now that the opportunity was there. But I didn’t quite find the right attitude the first time. Or should I do it to him?
I avoided it because he had meanwhile sat down on a sturdy kitchen chair. I moved his penis faster and faster and he was driving me crazy. The position he was in was inviting. His penis was pointing straight up. I noticed how I was getting wetter and wetter between my legs and something had to happen. Through my movements on his penis I saw his huge, shiny glans. But now I wanted both of them to be united in my pleasure center. I took his penis and sat straddling him. At the beginning I even had a lot of trouble getting this thick penis in at all. Ralf couldn’t move or could hardly move. So all the activities were mine. This made me even hornier because I could now be the more active one. I pushed it in nice and slowly, which was no problem given how hard he was. By now I was so wet that it almost slipped in easily.
I moved more and more violently because it was an incredible feeling. For the first time in my life I was really filled. When Ralf then reached around me from behind and rubbed my clitoris really hard, I came for the first time. It was an orgasm that I had never experienced before. My husband always tries very hard and it is really fun to fuck with him, but these were completely different circumstances. I think fucking in a group frees the senses a lot and it is more fun when you can see your married partner doing the same. It wasn’t long before Ralf came. This excited me so much because during this phase his penis became even stronger that I let out a loud scream, which made my husband and Marion look up in shock. I felt his warm sperm inside me.
Only then did I realise that we had been fucking each other without protection the whole time. I looked at my husband and Marion. Marion had huge breasts which my husband must have really liked, because he was pretty busy. I saw them doing it French. They both seemed to be having a lot of fun. But I can’t say anything about that, even though we really love each other, I didn’t feel jealous at that moment. Because I was also fucked, and not a little bit. My heart is with my husband and I know that his is with me. But today we live out our eroticism together in a different way. Meanwhile, Ralf’s penis became tired and weak. It slipped out several times, which I didn’t like very much, because I was on the way to my second orgasm. My whole abdomen was already hurting. Then Marion and my husband joined us and helped us. He held Ralf’s penis tight and I was able to fuck myself properly on it again.
Marion also gave us a helping hand by holding my bouncing tits from the front and kissing them. Ralf’s penis, now back to peak performance thanks to my husband’s help, really showed it to me. We both came together again. It was simply wonderful. When I saw that Marion was meanwhile giving my husband a French blowjob, I carefully got off Ralf. Because of the thickness of his penis, which he had all the way in my pussy, we had really grown into each other to the point that there would obviously have been problems if we had switched quickly. From time to time I also wear a steel ball inside with a movable second ball. It vibrates with every kind of movement. An incredible feeling. It’s a nice feeling when I wear it. I think that’s made me a little further along and enabled me to accommodate the rather thick penis so well.
I was literally in a frenzy and now, because he had made it so good for me, I had to give him one more French wank. Very carefully, I took his slightly flaccid penis in my mouth, pulled the foreskin back a little and kissed his glans. I pulled his foreskin back further and further so that his penis, which had now become stiff again, could really fit in my mouth. Our movements became faster and faster. But although it was incredibly beautiful, we never climaxed because Ralf seemed exhausted. Afterwards, everyone went to their partner, still very excited from what they had experienced. My husband took me lovingly in his arms and as a thank you for everything I had experienced, I got to feel his slightly smaller penis again, really hard. I was now fucked wonderfully for the umpteenth time, this time by my husband.
Ralf and Marion watched what we were doing and this made us both even wilder. In conclusion, I have to say it was a very nice evening and an even nicer encounter that we definitely want to repeat. Maybe even more intensely at the next meeting. In any case, I’m already looking forward to Ralf’s big penis. Next time we’ll definitely do it as a foursome. That’s how we got to know each other and it wasn’t as bad as I initially thought.