A Planned Affair

A Planned Affair
By: HornyGuy (ddswach@yahoo.com)

My wife and I have enjoyed the swinging lifestyle for several years now. MMF, FFM, she's watched me get a blowjob from a stranger; I've watched her suck a stranger's cock. Just about everything except another couple or orgies.

We have often discussed the possibility of me being with another woman or couple without her being there, but it never came to pass. Although we both have been with others before, and we had another couple who we were supposed to join with separately before, something always seemed to ruin it.

Recently, I took a business trip for a whole month. Although our recent sex life has been a little umm, slow, she made sure that I didn't go away horny. She fucked and sucked my brains out 2 nights in a row before my trip. During the 2nd time, she asked me if I had been thinking of finding some stray pussy while I was gone. I told her I really hadn't thought about it.

She told me she thought it would be fantastic if I could find someone to fool around with while I was gone, and come home and tell her all about it. Of course, I thought it was a fantastic idea as well. I mean, who am I to deny her of a fantasy.

When I got to my hotel room, I laid in my bed, tired after a long flight. As I lay there, I started thinking about lying in that same bed, just as I was, only having a woman bobbing her head up and down on my cock, or looking up and watching her tits bounce up and down while she frantically rides my rock hard dick. I started getting hard. By the time I got up to unpack my bags, my cock was so hard, I couldn't think about anything except getting some relief.

I went on to a swinger's website to see what the action was like in the town I was in. I found several ladies and couples who seemed like a good match. I tried to contact someone who would be interested in a meeting ASAP. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone who was willing to meet without talking and chatting for days. Not that I am into fucking anything that moves and taking the risks that go along with that, but I was just looking for a casual encounter with no strings attached. And my aching balls told me I better find someone soon.

When I got to work Monday, which was actually a training class, I had put the idea of meeting someone out of my head. I wasn't really able to do too much anyway as I would be busy most of the day and studying most of the night. Weekends were still possible, but without meeting someone who was willing to meet NOW, it just didn't seem like it would happen. Then, it happened. While on a smoke break, one of the women in my training class started letting her hair down, and the conversation started leaning towards sex. Up until this point, it had been strictly business. I am a person who believes that no topic is taboo. I can talk comfortably with almost anyone about almost anything. And sometimes I don't quite understand why other people have such hang-ups about certain things. But, to each his own.

While talking to this woman, I realized that she was the type of person who could A, take a joke, B, make a joke and C, not get offended by someone making off-color comments. After a few days of us hanging together on smoke breaks, and I realized my fuck buddy candidate might be right under my nose.

After some talking, she told me that her and her boyfriend had put a profile on a swinger's website some time ago, and that they had engaged in a few threesomes before. They were currently not together, and I saw that as my opportunity to pop the question.

"Well, if you're looking for someone to tickle your fancy, or anything else you may need tickled, just let me know". She replied simply "what about your wife". I told her about the suggestion my wife made before I left, and she smile and giggled and made a comment about possibilities. "If you're sitting around bored and itching for a good time, I'm in room 303. Just stop by." All through class that day, I couldn't wait to get back to my room and anxiously await a possible guest for the evening.

That night, nothing happened. Being worried about offending her, or maybe I already had, I didn't mention a possible rendezvous again. I figured I'd wait to see what happened.

A few nights later, I was sitting in my room, looking at porn on the computer, having dismissed any hopes of getting laid while on my trip. I spoke with my wife on the phone for a bit, and was just getting ready to turn in for the night, when there came a phone call. It was the woman from my class. She said she was studying and needed some help. We talked on the phone for a bit, and she asked me if I would shit myself if she actually showed up at my room for a roll in the hay. I told her the thought of it was making me hard and nothing would make me happier at this point.

We spoke for a few more minutes and she said she had to go. Not two minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Guess who. My cock got hard instantly and my jaw dropped to the floor. "How did you... where were you.... What the hell is going on?" was all I managed to blurt out. She told me she was here the whole time; she just wanted to surprise me. Well, I was certainly surprised.

She pushed me into the room and closed the door. She immediately took of her shirt and shorts and revealed to me the sexiest bra and panties. As I stood there looking her over, she squeezed her tits and rub her pussy through her panties. She turned around and bent over, letting me in on the secret that her white lacey panties were in fact crotch less. If I had my hand on my cock when I saw that, I think I would have cum right then and there.

She walked over to me, and told me she was wet all day thinking about stopping over tonight. She pushed me down on the bed and knelt down in front of me. She looked up at me and with serious look on her face said "as long as we're sure this is tonight, maybe again, and that's it. This isn't a relationship thing, or dating, it's just sex". I don't think I could have asked for a better scenario. "Absolutely, that is all I was looking for" I said. "When I go home at the end of the month, I am not gonna look back".

With that, she ripped my shorts off like an animal and rammed my cock down her throat. She licked my dick like a lolli pop. Ok, maybe an ice cream cone. The point is, she ran her tongue all over my cock. Licking and sucking the head, licking all the way down my shaft and smearing her tongue all over my balls. Making sure to hit the bald spot. Then, with her tongue placed flatly on my prick, she ran it back up my shaft and sucked my entire cock down her throat.

After giving me a fantastic blowjob for quite a while, taking me to the brink of shooting my cum down her throat, and then backing off and licking my shaft and balls, then getting me there again, she pushed me gently back down on the bed, pulled her bra off so her nice big titties were free to bounce around, and climbed on top of me.

She grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her dripping wet pussy lips. She teased me by almost letting it slide in her moist cunt, once or twice letting just the head slice through her soft wet pussy mounds, then pulling it back out. Then, after she had my cock all wet with the juices running out of her pussy, she firmly planted herself down on it.

Her hot wet tight pussy sucked my cock like her mouth did. She rode me soft and gentle for what seemed to be hours. Sometimes letting my cock pop out of her, but still resting against her engorged pussy lips, then allowing it to gently part her and glide back in until her clit was rubbing against my pubic hair just above my cock. She would increase her pace only long enough to again get me to the brink of cumming, then slowing to allow me to recover.

We carried on like this for a long while, then, without warning, she sped up the pace. Pumping her pussy up and down on me like a girl gone wild. Grasping my chest for balance. She started screaming that she was cumming, and her pussy clamped my cock like a vise. It almost felt as though she had her hand wrapped around me. I had to fight with everything I had to keep from cumming myself. When her eyes finally rolled back into the front of her head, she looked down at me like a woman possessed.

She started her assault on my cock again. This time, with no intention of letting up. I could hear her ass slapping against my body with each thrust. Her tits were bouncing up and down so hard I thought it had to hurt. She was moaning so loudly that I thought for sure others in the hotel had to have heard her. She looked down at me and started almost yelling "cum for me, cum now, cum for me". Who was I to refuse?

I let myself go, and almost instantly felt my balls starting to tingle. She must have noticed the look on my face, and asked me if I was getting ready to cum. I told her yes, and there was not going to be any stopping this time. "Now?" she asked. "Yes" I grunted. Again without warning, she hopped off of me, jumped back down on the floor between my legs, and started sucking the entire length of my cock down her throat.

I tried to warn her, but I couldn't. My balls tightened, and I shot my cum so hard that I don't think any even hit her tongue. It must have just shot straight into her throat.

I came for what seemed to be an hour. She was a real trooper. She tried with everything she had to take every drop, but after the initial blast or two, she couldn't contain the flood of cum pouring into her mouth and some started to drip out of the corners. But, like a true cocksucker, she scooped it with her fingers and licked them and my cock clean.

After a few minutes of relaxing, she got up and got dressed. I asked her if she could stay and do it again, but she said she had to get home. That was fine by me. I was so spent; all I wanted to do at that point was go to sleep.

For the last few days of training, we didn't speak of our encounter. Other than a few sarcastic remarks that no one other than us seemed to understand. We sent emails for a while after I got back home, but the encounter was seemingly forgotten about.

When I got back home, my wife and I had sex for the first 3 or 4 night. I told her about what happened, as agreed, and holy fuck was the sex hot. For the next few nights, she would get up to go back to bed, and there would be a wet spot where she was sitting, and she would attack me as soon as we got back to the bedroom. I would feel her pussy, it was soaked. I would look down and see her wetness running down her leg.

As much as I love my wife and miss her when I'm gone, I really can't wait for my next trip.