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Making the rounds
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Making the rounds One thing we discovered is that by going swinger clubs, it caused my wife and I get our hormones so carbonated that we needed fuck someone blow off the sexual tension that we'd built up all night long. Since we were starting off very discerning and honestly, kinda picky, we ended up having only ourselves for satiating our desires. On occasions, she couldn't wait deal with the pent-up sexual energy we'd generated and we engaged in some rather risky behavior. But, as she told me later, that was just the point to make it that much more exciting. The first time came after an evening at a small club we visited. We didn't find anyone particularly exciting, but the general energy of the people managed to get us feeling pretty frisky by the time we left to head home. This club was on the outskirts of town and as we drove back into town at 1am down a -lane road, my wife ordered park on the side of the road in the driveway of a cement company. I had just turned off the ignition when she ordered me out of the van and she met me on the side away from the road. Once there, she pulled up her skirt, slid her panties the ground, faced the van and leaned her hands against the side, waving her now bare ass at and shouted at , "FUCK !" There wasn't a moment waste and I slipped my slacks down, freed my instantly hard cock and slid it easily into her pussy, already wet from the night's unrequited sexual tension The lights from the cement plant illuminated us completely so we could be easily spotted by anyone driving around a curve to our right. It didn't take me long to cum with the sheer excitement of having sex on the roadside, a mere van's width away from the road. I pulled out of her and she slipped her panties back up her legs as I slipped back into my slacks. We clambered back into the van and drove home laughing. Nobody had driven by, but that was because it was well after 1am on a rural road. Still, we'd defied decorum for a bit of public sex and that was all that mattered. We later would wonder if there had been any video cameras monitoring the driveway where some lucky security guard got to "monitor" our fun. Another time, we were coming home from one of the inner-city clubs where we'd ground and groped all night with a few couples. My wife directed me to exit the highway and directed me to the parking lot of Sam's Wholesale, and then to a distant corner of the lot. It was again well past 1am and as we got out of the car, I wondered what she had in mind as she headed into the woods next to the parking lot. It turned out that there was a small path that led to a wooden pathway over a wetland with some science-filled placards describing the area. We were completely out of sight from the world, but still in earshot of the busy highway.  As before, she pulled down her panties then leaned over the deck's railing, offering her own wetland to me as frogs sang to us from theirs. We were able to fuck with a little less urgency, but she whispered, "Do you think Sam's has a security guard who may come out here to find out why we're parked here?" and that increased the sense of being found-out. She loved the risk of it all - it pushed the experience to heights she could never get in our bedroom and I loved fucking my wife again. The risk pushed me over the edge quickly and we sauntered back into the parking lot and drove away...a bit disappointed not to see a security guard coming to figure out what was going on. We played at a few more clubs before we eventually discovered a regular house<b> party </font></b>where we'd become a long-standing member and attendee, and where we'd earn our full-fledged swinger's wings many times over. |
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