Wife Reluctant Swap

RELUCTANT WIFE MEETS A SWINGER COUPLE for dinner date Recently, I noticed my husband was spending a lot of time on the computer, seemingly fascinated with whatever he was doing. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so I was naturally curious. He was often sitting naked in front of the computer, sipping wine and jacking off as he did whatever he was doing. At first, I thought it was just internet porn, but then I asked him about it and noticed that he was on a swinger site. I totally understood what swingers do, but I was not into that, and I did not want him to get any ideas about my willingness to participate in that lifestyle. So I told him flat out that I was not agreeable to it and not to ask me. I hoped that would be the end of that subject, but he continued to spend day after day, week after week fascinated with his computer time on one or more swinger sites. We talked about it from time to time on brief intervals as I asked questions about what he was doing on the sites and he explained that he was learning from other swingers. I remained very non-committal with no intentions of participating in any way with whatever he might ever intend with other swingers. I made it clear that I was in no way interested. He questioned me about my attitude as to why I felt that way, and I explained that sex was a very private thing between a man and his wife and could not include other people. I explained that I would hate myself and lower my self-esteem if I consented to sex with another man while we were married. I questioned him as to how he might think of me differently if I had enjoyed sex with another man, not wanting to damage our happy marriage. I also posed the question to him, “What if I was to enjoy sex with some other guy that you put me with more than I enjoy sex with you?” but he seemed not to be concerned about that. Anyway, after months of this contentious back and forth conversation between us, he finally informed me one day that we had a dinner date with a couple he had met on the internet. I frowned, not even wanting to go but assured him that I would go, just not to expect anything from me other than just showing up with him at the dinner engagement. He seemed content with that. I am sure that he considered my mere attendance as a step in the right direction. So we went on the dinner date and met this other couple at a local restaurant. I dressed in one of my not so revealing dresses so as not to encourage anything. As usual, I did my hair and make-up well. The guy was tall and handsome and his wife was petite with a gorgeous body. They seemed happy, energetic, and glad to meet us when we arrived at the restaurant. We were seated at a booth along the outer wall, sort of a secluded area where it soon became clear that we would have a lot of privacy. My attitude was not particularly good, but the couple was brimming with happiness and good will, very cheerful and pleasant. We sat across from them and talked briefly before focusing on the menu. I ordered my usual small plate and so did my husband. The couple placed their order also. We ordered two bottles of wine, which arrived first so we started drinking. I decided to really drink heavily to deal with this uncomfortable meeting about swapping sex partners, not wanting to feel embarrassed! I was very nervous about what might be said and where this might lead, and anything that might happen. As I drank my first glass of wine quickly and poured myself another, I started relaxing and calming my attitude of objection and discontent. As it usually does, the wine started to make my pussy wet. Wine always makes me a really good sex partner for my husband. Some of our best sex has been when I drank two glasses of wine on an empty stomach. Soon we were making small talk about each other and getting acquainted, feeling more and more comfortable with each other at the table as the wine loosened our attitudes. My attitude became much nicer. I even started being pleasant at the table. This guy sat across the table from me. When he saw that I was becoming more agreeable to their being there, he rubbed his foot up against my ankle as we talked. I moved my leg away and resisted his touch at first but then with another glass of wine, I relaxed and allowed him to rub his foot up and down my leg under the table. That seemed innocent enough. His smile was so pleasant and he was so handsome that soon I relaxed more and more and just started to enjoy the conversation at the table as his foot continued to caress up and down my legs, gradually moving higher under my skirt. His foot expertly moved up and down each of my lower legs but soon ventured above my knees as we talked. After two glasses of wine when his toes touched the inside of my thighs and kept moving higher between my legs, a chill went up my spine. He ventured further and further up my legs under my dress and soon touched my crotch with his toes. By that time I had already drank three glasses of wine. I was becoming very d***k and relaxed, so I did not resist when his toes touched my crotch under my dress and started to massage the area of my outer pussy on top of my panty hose and panties. I was stunned at first by his boldness, but he continued to expertly toy with my genital area with his toes and work me up sexually. I could feel my body responding sexually to his touch. He was carefully working me verbally and physically more and more to accept his increasingly intimate touches. Fearing the worst, I carelessly continued to drink. My husband ordered two more bottles, and soon I finished my fourth glass of wine. We finished our meal. I had chosen a bowl of soup, so I did not eat enough to offset my wine drinking. I was still very d***k when we left the restaurant. My husband e****ted me to the car, and I had great difficulty walking. I barely knew what was happening. In my nervousness and fear, I had accidentally overdone the wine drinking to relax. I now stumbled horribly as my husband helped me walk to our car. My husband decided with the other couple to go back to our house because it was so close. He seemed to know that this was his best opportunity to wife swap because I was unusually d***k and out of it. The other guy’s wife sat in the front seat with my husband and my husband pushed me into the back seat with this other guy. I was feeling very d***k after four glasses of wine. As soon as my husband closed the car door this guy wasted no time taking advantage of my d***kenness. He quickly pulled me towards him and unzipped my dress down the back. Then he pulled the top of my dress down over my shoulders below my bra. He had his hands all over my breasts and down inside my bra. He also moved his other hand under my skirt, inside my panties and panty hose, poking his fingers quickly inside my vagina. I had carelessly d***k more than I should to calm my nerves for this couple swap encounter. This guy kissed me brutally hard directly on my mouth. He then f***ed his tongue inside my mouth. He took every advantage of my d***ken state on the way to our house, savagely opening my clothing more and more to get his hands to my bare skin to handle my breasts and pussy. Soon he jerked my dress zipper even lower so that he could tug my dress down around my waist as he kept crawling all over me to expose even more of my bare skin. I wondered if he was going to remove my dress right there in the back seat because in the darkness on the way to our house, he had my clothing completely opened and pulled down from the top and up from the bottom enough to be totally indecent, but no one could see us inside the car. His hands were all over me and working me up sexually as he anxiously probed my breasts and fingered my vagina. Unfortunately, I was too d***k to care to resist his advances. He was so erotic with his touches and his hands were so strong that I had no choice but to submit to what he was doing. Everything he did to me felt absolutely wonderful even though I felt like he was raping me. Somewhere along the way back to our house he must have pulled his penis out of his pants because suddenly he pulled my head down into his lap with both hands and thrust his huge penis deep inside my mouth, abruptly hitting the back of my throat. In my d***ken state, I simply braced my mouth open as he fucked my mouth by f***efully moving my head up and down on his penis with both of his strong hands on the back of my head. After several minutes of my saliva wetting his manhood, I heard him gasp with pleasure as I felt the head of his penis suddenly push past my gag reflex and thrust into my throat. Then he continued to loudly grunt and groan as he pumped his large manhood deep inside my throat for several more minutes. As I was losing consciousness from lack of air and desperately hoping he would cum, he suddenly stopped. The car stopped. He released his grip on my head and pulled me upright in the back seat as my husband parked in front of our house. I gazed outside d***kenly from inside the car, stunned and momentarily clueless as to where we were. Car doors opened. This guy held my dress gathered under my breasts so I could walk. Then he pulled me out the side door of the car with him. I could faintly recognize that he moved me in the direction of the front door. I was still too d***k to walk on my own. It was totally dark and our porch light was off, so the four of us proceeded to the front door with our clothing mostly undone and totally indecent. This guy’s huge penis was still protruding from his unzipped trousers and my breasts were exposed and recklessly hanging shamelessly over the top of my dress. He kept his fingers gripped inside my pussy as he made me walk with him. It seemed like minutes went by as my husband fumbled with this guy’s wife hanging all over him as he tried to get the right key to open the door. Finally we stumbled into our front door and continued to be paired off with each other’s spouse as I realized what was happening. The guy moved me into the foyer and backed me against a wall, pinning me there like a rag doll with his body to hold me up. He continued kissing me intently with his big hands all over me as he held me pressed against the wall. We stayed there for a minute or so until my husband moved down the hallway with his wife towards our bedroom. Then before I even realized what was happening, this guy unzipped my dress the rest of the way down my back and jerked it down to my waist. He unhooked my bra and removed it, then tossed it recklessly to the floor. His hands were quickly again all over my bare breasts, caressing and sucking them with intense passion just like he did in the back seat of the car. My nipples were rigid and I was extremely aroused as he handled my body so expertly. But I was so d***k that I was hardly aware of what was happening and certainly in no condition to object. I felt helpless and at the mercy of this guy. My knew that my husband was no longer nearby for my security. Apparently still convinced of my cooperation, this guy again raised the bottom of my dress to my waist and held it there. His fingers quickly moved again inside my panty hose and panties and started fingering my pussy just like inside the car. Even as sexually aroused as I was, I still did not want any of this from someone other than my husband but the feelings of sexual ecstasy were continuing to take control over my thinking. I was hopelessly d***k on wine. I could not help myself, and soon just relaxed and gave in to what was happening. I was so d***k and out of it that everything was just a blur at that point as this guy continued to undress me and work me up sexually. I faintly remember that he moved me into the den and then across into the dining room with his hands still grabbing and caressing all over me, probing my pussy and making me feel wonderful. He bent me backwards over the dining room table and quickly jerked my panties and panty hose down my legs with my dress still gathered around my waist. I was becoming even more inebriated from the effects of the wine at that point and not thinking clearly. My wine drinking had me so heavily inebriated at that point that I was very vulnerable to whatever this guy wanted to do to me. He continued to expertly massage my vulva and breasts to sexually stimulate me while planting kisses on my mouth and neck and his tongue probing inside my mouth. Everything felt absolutely wonderful. My resistance to this whole idea seemed to melt with his touches on my body and the wine that I had already drank. Two or three of his fingers were again viciously probing inside my vagina just like inside the car and repeatedly rubbing inside me, lathering me up. The feeling was fantastic with each jab inside my pussy with his several fingers. I could feel my vagina getting sloppy wet as he rubbed me intensely hard to lubricate me and work me up. Faintly I noticed that my G spot was highly excited and hard inside me. I was becoming numb to what was happening as the full f***e of the wine continued to set in and help me relax, feeling nearly unconscious at that point. I did not notice that his penis was still out of his pants and very hard as I lay stoned and at his mercy on my back on the kitchen table. After a few more minutes of his fingers working my pussy, he moved between my legs and quickly positioned the huge, purple head of his rock-hard penis at the entrance of my vagina. He continued to expertly caress me and keep me excited as suddenly I felt his penis being f***ed deeply inside me. Even as d***k as I was, I hollered in pain as he rammed himself deep inside me. His penis was so huge that it ripped me open as he completely filled me up. He pushed painfully deep and hard inside me and started pumping quickly, plunging viciously hard and fast inside me. Then he got into a steady pumping rhythm, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He bent over the table and humped me very hard and deep. He was ravaging my body, but I was too d***k to resist him. His pumping my pussy must have continued for twenty or thirty minutes as he kept ramming himself viciously hard and deep inside me again and again with his humongous penis, driving me wild with sexual stimulation, as he f***ed my d***ken body closer to orgasm. The dining room table squeaked in a repetitious rhythm as it strained under our combined weight and his moment. I relaxed and nearly lost consciousness. Suddenly his penis felt good pumping inside me, filling me up more than my husband’s penis. His motions became fast like a jack hammer fucking me. With his kisses and caresses, I soon felt myself cuming as he continued to ram fuck my vagina with his huge penis in an intense, deep-thrusting, rhythmic pattern. We were making a lot of noise. Suddenly I hollered in ecstasy as I came hard as he continued. I faintly heard my husband and this guy’s wife laugh at the other end of the hallway in our bedroom. As I kept cuming and continued to boldly holler loudly in delight, he also started cuming inside me. His grunts and groans now were as loud as mine as he kept pumping viciously hard and deep. I felt several large bursts of his warm semen being squirted and pounded deeply inside me. He expended himself completely over the next several minutes without even slowing his motions. He continued to loudly express his pleasure as he finished cuming inside me and deeply thrusting relentlessly. Even as d***k as I was, I could feel his warm semen filling my insides and oozing out of my pussy and down into the crack of my buttocks. We both enjoyed a fantastic orgasm together as he finished cuming and finally pulled out, leaving me stunned on my back on the kitchen table. I just enjoyed the orgasmic feelings without moving. He quickly moved his wet penis around to my mouth. He got me to open my mouth and accept his penis being inserted inside. I sucked his semen-wet penis for several minutes until it was clean, dutifully doing what he wanted but barely even aware of what I was doing. Down the hall I could hear my husband hollering “Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, Baby!” as he apparently came inside this guy’s wife. Later they told me that I passed out on the kitchen table and was taken to bed where my husband and this guy took turns fucking me until they both came several more times. I hope they enjoyed it since I was unconscious at that point of the evening. My husband said that he then left me naked and asl**p in bed when he took the couple back to the restaurant to get their car.