Knowing swing, she climbed with stripper.

I met Flavia young, we got married when we were 22, we have a super active sex life, we can't be together, we thought about sex. By the time we'd been dating for three years, we'd done everything in bed. That's when we decided to go to a swing house, and we read an article, and we got curious. It was a Friday night. We arrived at the house around 11 p.m. It was empty, we were greeted by the owner who promptly instructed us on the operation of the premises. Around noon, a male strip show started, and I noticed that Flavia got turned on by the boys, and her excitement turned me on, too. At the end of the show, the couples began to disperse, we went around the house, in a large room, several couples were having hallucinatory intercourse, the exchange of couples was deliberate, one ate the wife of the other. We stood there for a long time watching the climb. We went out to visit other dependencies, there was in the back of the house a series of small salons, all on lattice, where women had sex with other men while their husbands watched, some were sucked by their wives while the boy fucked her, others watched their wives having sex while they masturbated. The place smelled like sex, it was mind-blowing and engaging, the mood was spontaneous. I hugged Flavia from behind, I passed my hand down her skirt, I could feel her wet pussy through her panties, my dick was hard, her excitement made me even more excited, I stuck my dick up her ass, she looked at me and smiled. We went upstairs to the back of the house, and there was a two-story garden between the two rooms. We arrived in a room with a three-seater sofa, where we cozy up and talk about what we had seen so far and how much it had excited us. Between topics, we commented that the atmosphere made us want to have a good time. We talked about the guys on the show, there were more single men, but from what we could tell, the guys on the show were the ones most in demand for women. Flavia commented on a dark-skinned boy about six feet tall, with a broad back and shoulder-length hair. She said that she found the boy sympathetic. During the show they were completely naked, she commented that she couldn't stop looking at his dick, and that she found it cute. We watched a lot of porn movies too, and we commented on men and women, how much the actors enjoyed themselves, whether their dicks were nice, straight, crooked, whether the actresses sucked and boned or not, and we always had this freedom with each other, and of course we got excited about it. As he talked I smoothed his soft thighs and kissed his mouth between sentences. She described the boy accurately, and I always liked to surprise her. The subject excited me to the point that I wanted to see her with the boy, so excited was she. I noticed that she had really been excited about him. On the floor where we were, there were two more rooms and a bathroom with three boxes, all with a shower at the height of the pot. One of the rooms was large, with a door that could be closed from the inside, surrounded by a sofa made of masonry. The other room was dark, without a door and no lighting of any kind. We were tired of sitting around talking, so we decided to see what was rolling around, and we looked inside the large room, and we saw a crowd of people at the back of the room. As we approached the cake, we were able to observe that a young woman was having sex with one of the strippers, he was sitting on the couch and she was riding wildly on his lap, and we stood there watching the two of them for a while. - Other men watching also looked at Flavia, measuring her from top to bottom, smiling discreetly at her, I, pretended not to notice. We left and went to the dark room and stood in the door, and there was nothing to be seen but moans and muffled cries. The door became so full that we had to go through it, and within a few minutes we were inside the room, trying to see in the darkness, but it was impossible. That's when Flavia pulled me by the arm and brought me close to her mouth and whispered in my ear. - They're messing with me. I put my hand lightly on her ass, bumped into another hand under her skirt. The person took his hand off. I stooped down to her. - You like it, don't you? I felt her smile. We stayed there for a while, we decided to leave, we noticed that there were people there who didn't want to be identified, it wasn't our case, we had no reason to hide. We passed through the large room again, took a quick look, the girl had already finished playing with the boy, we found two couples having fun, side by side. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, the place was boiling with groans, there were not many people, but the sound of pleasure was quite loud, shouts and claps could be heard. We passed through the garden and went to the front part. There was only one path, up a staircase. At the bottom there was no access. We went back to the room where the show had been held. It was practically empty, a few couples were there, and those who were there, they were all with a boy talking, and we were curious to find out what was going on in the midst of so much whispering. We noticed the couple leaving the room, and the boy was still with them, and we found out that the whispering was the approach. Suddenly, the boy from the show, the dark-haired man whom Flavia had found sympathetic, entered the room through the same door that we had entered, the door leading to the back of the house. He walked across the room, looked at us discreetly, exited through the other door, down the stairs. Flavia followed the boy's journey with her eyes. A few minutes passed, I told her I was going to get something to drink, I asked her what she wanted. - Nothing that contains alcohol. On my way down the stairs to the bar, I met the boy coming up. I greeted him and held his arm, and he stopped. - Hey, you can say it. It's the first time we've been here my wife thought the show was very good and she liked you, she thought you were an attractive boy we've done a lot of things but this is new to us how do things work? He asked me what she looked like and where I could find her. <unk> As if I hadn't seen him making out with her <unk> She's sitting in the corner of the room on the right as you walk in the door. - Can I talk to her? - Yes , you can . - Beauty, she answered. I told him I was going to get something to drink and would be a while, so he could let her loose more and if she said I could come back, that he replied that the bar was full and that it would not be so easy to get out of there. The boy came up, I went to the bar. I spent some time there, talked to some other people, very nice people, by the way. When I returned to the room, the boy was with his hand on her leg. Neither of them saw me, he was with his back to the door, she paid attention to what he said. I walked in like I didn't know anything, greeted him, passed the drink to her. She introduced me to the boy, his name was Marcio, known to them as the little miner. He stayed with us a little longer, then left and went to the back of the house. I felt she wanted to tell me something, but I was afraid. - You're quiet and thoughtful. It's your impression, you answered. We talked about the house again. When we finished our drinks, she said to me, Marcio was telling me that he thought I was an attractive woman and that he wanted to fuck me. - And what did you say? I told him it would have to do with you not knowing how you'd react to this. - Are you in? - I don't know, man. - This one or not? - Yes, I was curious. - Is that it or not? - I got it. - Did you make a deal or not? - I agreed that I would talk to you, as it was the answer we went to the back, in the room with a door that because it was the first time I do not know if I would feel good with the others looking at me. He told me that when you came back he would go there and wait a little, if I did not show up he would know that there had been trouble. - Do you want to fuck alone or can we stay together? - I want you with me, I'll feel safer. I took her by the hand and stood up. I was excited about it, we had never had such an experience. Then let's go before the boy leaves. It was almost four o'clock in the morning, the house was already empty, the people who were still there were just talking, because they had had a good time. When we got to the upper floor in the back, we saw Macio leaning against the darkroom door. We went into the room with the sofas, and it was just us on the floor. We were sitting at the back of the room, and the boy came in, and he sat at the other end, and he just stared at us with a smile, and he looked at us like he was waiting for something to start. We started kissing, my hand sliding between her legs, pulling her skirt up, leaving her panties exposed. Flavia was fondling me with desire, I could feel how wet she was through her panties, so I pulled my panties aside, passed my finger through the warm, moist mouth of her bouquet. The fact that we knew someone was watching us made us even more horny, the hairs on Flavia's bouquet were soaked with hard-on, my fingers sliding down her hot little mouth all the way to the bottom. I felt another hand join mine, when I opened my eyes Marcio was sitting next to her, looking and caressing her little kiss. Our fingers entered it together, sliding easily because it was so wet. We moved our fingers inside it. She was moaning and writhing, and the boy opened up her blouse, put his hand inside her bra, and brought out the big boobs that she has. While we were kissing, she was sucking on her breasts, and our hands were still jerking her off. I put my dick out, she held it tight and started masturbating me, I put my mouth on her other breast, Marcio put his dick out too, she masturbated us with a huge boner. We were taking off her clothes, leaving only the skirt that didn't get in the way. They started kissing, and I put one of his legs on the couch and the other one down, and I got down on my knees between his legs and I started sucking on it. The boy would open the lips of her hot, hairy pussy so I could stick my tongue in, stick the tip of his tongue in the hole. After much kneading and sucking, she lay down on the couch, let one leg down the other placed on the back, leaving the mouthpiece open. The boy took off what little clothes he had left, took a condom out of his trouser pocket, put it on his stick, and asked her: - Is this what you want? He answered with a smile. I took off my clothes and sat across the room. He lay down between her thick legs, took hold of the stick and leaned against the entrance of the bouquet, pushed the stick inward, and she groaned and held it by the ribs. I'd watch another one make out with my wife and she'd finish her hard-on, and when he'd finished, he'd lean back on his arms, and you could see his dick inside that delicious little bottle of hers, and he'd start pumping it into that nice little bottle of hers. From where I was standing, I could see the roller going in and out of that hairy, hot little mouth of hers. I'd watch the two of them make out while I was doing a slow hand job, and I was so horny that if I was speeding up, I'd make fun of him for sure. She moaned and asked for more, looked at me with an air of happiness and satisfaction, smiled in a way that seemed to thank me for letting her give to him. I looked at her, smiled, and said looking at the little brown eyes that were shining on me. - Fuck, fuck that good. She let go more, felt safe, realized that everything was fine and that she could play at will. After a while in this position, he sat down, she went over him, the boy held her buttocks open, she held the stick pointing at the mouth of the bottle, I could see the stick go in when she sat down. I'd ride deliciously on his dick while they fucked and kissed, and I'd watch them both, hallucinatingly horny, and I was crazy to fuck her too, but I didn't want to get in the way of their fucking. I went over to them and sat next to her, while they were having sex I was caressing my wife, she was sweating, I was putting my hand on her back, breasts, faces, all over her body, she smelled like fuck. He took her off his by putting her on four. I sat in front of her while he was eating her, he was sucking my cock wonderfully, her big breasts were swaying with the boy's movement, her moans were muffled by my cock in her mouth. He held her by the waist, pulled her little body gently pushing his stick in. It wasn't long before he pulled it harder, pushed the whole roll in hard, let out a scream. I couldn't resist and I let go of my dick in her mouth, and she moaned loudly, squeezed my dick with her hand, even took a little bite as the dick came out. We sat on the couch and talked for a long time about various subjects. He said that he had been working in the house for two years and that this kind of fantasy is common among couples. He commented how Flavia is hot and loose. He said that there are women who at the time H locked, it was a sack, because he was in love and they gave back, until the husband was a kid and left at the time, he wanted to see the wife fucking and she moaned. It was already 5:30 in the morning, we put on our clothes, on the way out of the house we asked where he lived. He answered that he lived near the Consolation. We offered him a ride. He accepted. We left him at the door of the building. He offered us his phone number saying that when we wanted to call again just call. He joked that he wouldn't charge anything, that he had loved meeting us and that having sex with Flavia was wonderful. Flavia got out of the car to let Marcio pass. He got out of the car, we shook hands, I told him we'd definitely call. I couldn't see, but for the time it took Flavia to get in the car, they kissed before he entered the building. We made our way home talking about it. She told me the feeling was inexplicable. We spent the whole week talking about it, and at night, in bed, we remembered what it was like. We fucked every night. We didn't last very long, and then a week later, on Wednesday, we were having an uncontrollable boner. We pick up the phone and call Marcio. He was on the phone for a while, listening to laughter and jokes. When I hung up the phone , he looked at me and said , on his way to the bathroom , - Now I want to!!!!!! Well, that's another adventure, which I'll tell you about in the next story. Just to give you an idea, it's been three years of adventure, pleasure and desire. A lot of things happened, one better than the other. Good day to you all.