Swinger Phone Sex Blog

We had a woman come over on Friday. I don’t know about you, but for me, part of the “high” that happens is in the anticipation, and then in the thrill of remembering it afterwards. I will not name names, although I would love to. She is a friend to the bone, and deserves to have wonderful things happen. I just know that when we advertise, the freaks come out. And some of us are fun, and others of us are just plain weird.

She is single. And horny. And when she cums, she clenches and throbs and I love watching her face. I do the same thing, so it is exciting to me to see someone cum in the same way that I do. Her back arches and her face grows red and she wants her nipples sucked. Hard. And I want to give it to her again. And of course, I am female. I do not own a strap on, and I am not sure it appeals to me. But she will take my hand. I think about her all week long, hoping nothing comes up to spoil our fun.

After she gets here, I spend a long time eating her pussy, all purple and ridged. I never thought it could be so easy. “Let’s get started.” She goes in the room and takes off her clothes. I want to keep her forever! Her clit is small and wants to stay hidden, but I try to push it out with my tongue. I love the way she sighs and calls out. Since that is such a turn-on to me, I have tried to get louder when I play, to be more verbally responsive, but sometimes years of silent-sex-cause-the-kid’s-in-the-next- room plays out and it’s hard for me to verbalize. My husband and kisses her mouth and fingers pert nipples. His dick is still soft. It won’t be for long.

I slip a finger in. I have nails, so I try to be careful. She eases against me, so I know I’m okay. I start to jab her with two fingers, darting down with my mouth to suck on her clit at the same time. I feel that wonderful ridge toward the top of her belly and I stroke that inside of her cunt. She sighs. She’s wonderful to let me do this to her. I am still new enough at being with women that I feel it is such a privilege and I still don’t feel like I know the first thing about what I am doing, I’m just fortunate enough to have the same body parts.

I eased another finger in, then another. She’s a good girl, she takes them, nails and all. At one point, I moved my hand awkwardly and grazed her deep inside the tender places, and she grimaced, but I adjusted and she grinded against my hand. Yumm! I pushed a little more and–gulp–I was deep inside. Oh my god. Oh thank you god. I am up to my wrist in a woman and she is incredible and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to take her again and again. I feel my own pussy, as wet as it gets, and I ache with excitement. My husband moves behind me and sticks his dick in my cunt and I ride against him, all distracted, my wrist inside my girlfriend, my husband sinking home. I love him for letting me play with girls! He fucks me playfully, his eyes riveted to watching my hand disappear inside the girl on our bed.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I call out as my girl starts to cum. Her twitching and clenching around my wrist makes me want to cum myself! I give it to her two or three more times, aggressively as I dare, and then as fast as I can, I pull it out. Thwk! I hear the slurp of my hand come out of that tight trap and WHAM the convulsions rock through her abdomen in a way I can’t describe. OMG. I want to do it again. I ease my slippery hand back inside and slunk! slunk! slunk! I give it to her good. Then whap! I pull it out and she twitches and writhes on the bed.

I need a dick! My husband is stroking his own next to me as he watches her cum, then I pull my favorite dildo out of the nightstand, lube it up and ease it inside of her. Slurp, slurp, slurp. She raises her pelvis to meet my hand as it holds the rubber toy. I dab my left hand across her clit and tell my husband to hold open her legs. She is cranking up for a third orgasm, and the more we take control of the situation and hold her so and make her take it, the more she seems to get into her space. He holds her thighs apart and I give it to her good, and wham! Another wild-ass climax reels through her body! She cums so hard!

“OK, your turn” I tell him. (Like, make yourself useful, dammit!) I move out of the way and pull my fake dick out of her cunt so she can take the real one. I pull up on the bed and away and start kissing her mouth, licking her neck.

“Fuck her, Baby,” I urge him. “Fuck her.” My own hand finds a place between my legs and I pet my pussy eagerly while I watch.

I know she likes the real penetration more than any toy, and likes the face to face of being with a man more than being with a woman, but there is still an aspect to being with a woman that is distinctively different than being with a man. I stroke her forehead and kiss her with soft kisses. I pinch her taut nipples, and like me, she can take some pressure there, so I twist. She calls out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Between her legs, I see his big black dick sinking in and out with sharp thrusts. He grabs her legs and pulls her to the edge of the bed where he can get more leverage and give her the fucking she deserves. Oh it is so HOT!

I take matters into my own hands and start tearing myself up. Then, I’m kissing her. My husband moves down to kiss us both, passionately and deep, then sucks lingeringly on my tongue as he pulls up to stand. He holds her like a wheelbarrow, her back on the bed and plows deep into her. She’s almost screaming; she’s so thrilled.

I jam my dildo inside my own cunt and slam it in there good. It’s not going to take much. At this point we are each so into what we are doing, the smells of our satisfaction and sweat are thick in the room. I want to roll over and stand above her face and fuck myself with the toy until I squirt all over her face, but I don’t. I haven’t asked her if she’d be into that, and I’m not taking a chance of ruining the mood. I feel the pressure rise inside my loins just thinking about what I’d like to do to her and then Pop! I pull the dildo out and spray them both as a stream shoots across the bed.

My oh my! We kept at it for another hour.

It was after midnight when she finally left. I can’t wait to have her again!

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Have any of you ever licked a womans pussy so long and so good that she actually couldn’t walk afterward? 

Yeah Right!

 But I will tell you who does–my personal trainer.  And my husband was listening the whole time but my personal trainer doesn’t know. 

I know that was really sneaky of me but he wanted me all to himself and I just couldn’t leave my old man out of all the fun-hehe!

I truly meant to actually workout today but then I got to thinking how fun it would be to see just how in love with me my p/t was. 

 What? 

 I was curious so I found out.  He is really head over heels with me.  Wanna know how I know?

He ate my pussy for an entire hour or more.  I was there from 10am this morning and didn’t leave his house til 12:45.  It took us exactly 10 minutes from walking in the door to being in bed.

The man licked my pussy 7 different ways from Sunday!  My clit is still throbbing and I couldn’t help but pick up the phone and dial my husband and lay it down while my p/t was sucking my sweet, wet, tight pussy. 

He finger fucked me in my pussy and my ass at the same time while working his fingers on the base of my clit and his tongue on the length of my clit.  He had his nose burried in between my ass cheeks while he tongue fucked me, I’m telling you that I think that at one point I was actually screaming.  At least that’s what my husband said.  I must’ve been because he did put his wet fingers in my mouth to suck on-hehe!  He pounded me so good with his fingers that I actually squirted!  And believe me when I tell you that I am not known for doing that.  But it felt so fucking good!  I’m sure that his neighbors were wondering just what kind of personal trainer he is being that he just moved into the neighborhood LOL! 

Well now they know. 

But that isn’t the best part of today.  He loved licking on my juice box so much HE came TWICE while doing it!!  Also a first for me. 

 And that is how I became Lick ‘em Ade for a day.   If any of you think you can top that lemme know.  I’ll be waiting.

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This happened before we had caller ID. Late 80’s. I mean, we had it, but not everyone had it. And you could hit “last call dialed” but only on certain phones, only if they were the most modern styles. I remember I was working at the fabric store, and my shift was due to start in the evening. I was laying down for a few minutes before my shift started, but I wasn’t really tired. What I really was was horny. But there wasn’t much I could do about that.

You might not know this about me, but I am not much of a masturbator. I mean, when I was a teen in the dark of my room, of course there were moments where I did, but not as part of a regular routine. I didn’t do it just to do it, to try to learn things about myself. And to this day, I don’t usually masturbate. Mutual masturbation is another story. I will masturbate if I can watch you masturbate. But regular masturbation, by myself, no- - - not usually.

That afternoon, I was lying in the bed, thinking about masturbating, but not sure if I wanted to (because I do like some company) when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Is Kim there?”

“I’m sorry. There’s no Kim here. You must have the wrong number.”

The caller was an older man. He apologized and hung up. In a moment, the phone rang again.

“Hello?”

“Is Kim there?”

“This is the wrong number again.”

“Oh.”

Now the caller was pausing in a strange way that I couldn’t put my finger on. I said, “But do you just want to talk? I mean, I don’t know you, but if you don’t care whether you speak to Kim, I’d like to talk.”

“Oh. Okay…”

Now I don’t know about instincts, but I had a good vibe on this man. In the few words that had passed between us, I had him pegged for the silent, brooding type who would watch you across the room but wouldn’t be the one to speak first. I had him pegged for being the “God, nothing hysterically exciting Ever happens to me” type. I may have been unfair, but I even had him pegged for the “I look inside lit rooms hoping someone will be naked” type.

I didn’t really care. I wanted to masturbate and I don’t like doing it alone. Talking on the phone to a complete stranger might be okay.

“So tell me about yourself,” he said to me.

“I’m married. Have a son. My husband’s at work. My son’s at school. I’m getting ready to go to work. Well not right away. In an hour or so.”

I glanced at my watch. I really had more than two hours, but he didn’t need to know that.

He pitched in that he was married, and he worked at a company that we would all know because of the many millions of dollars they spend to advertise on tv. He was off for the afternoon. Had the house to himself.

“So tell me about Kim.”

“She’s a friend.”

“Are you attracted to her? Are you an item?”

He stumbled on his answers.

“No. Really. Tell me about Kim. If I’m going to reveal real things about myself, tell me about Kim. Why are you calling her at 3:30 in the middle of a Thursday afternoon?”

“She’s a business associate.”

“Really? Is that all?”

“But I am attracted to her.”

“I knew it!” I said. My hand was working its way down the hollow of my tummy, past the elastic band of my panties… He was going to be fun!

“Have you ever approached her to have sex?”

He laughed uncomfortably.

“Let me say that a different way. Have you ever wanted to approach her to have sex?”

“Yes I have.”

“But you haven’t done it.”

“I’m married.” He said.

“Of course you are. We all are, aren’t we?” I giggled. Everyone’s always so frigging married…

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“I’m not going to tell you my name because I am probably the only person in the city who has it, so if you ever ran into me, you would know who I was. What do you want to call me?”

“I’ll call you Elizabeth.”

That gave me goosies because that’s really my middle name, and in the fantasies of a child with a name no one’s ever heard of, I used to wish people would call me Beth. “Call me Beth, then.” I told him.

By now I had my finger more or less trapped inside pussy folds, but I really wanted to play hard, not just dabble, so I figured I’d better get out of my pants. “Hang on a sec, I need to put the phone down.”

I put the phone on the end table, and I wriggled out of my clothes. I took my shirt off real quick because I like to play with my nipples. I laid back on the bed and picked up the phone.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Now this was the moment of truth. Would I tell him what I was really doing? I really, really wanted to tell him, but only if I was anonymous.

“Before I answer that, do you remember what number you called?” Before he could answer, I fed him the answer I wanted. “Because if you can remember the number you called, then I don’t want to tell you. But if you’re perfectly sure that you don’t remember the number you called and you won’t be calling it back again, well… if you don’t remember the number, then I could make this one of the most fun phone conversations you’ve ever had…”

I had my legs thrown wide and I was trailing my fingers along body parts that craved to be touched. The uncharted territories. Having a listening audience was making me drip with anticipation. My pussy was sodden. I dipped a finger in and licked the taste off. I’ve always liked the way I tasted.

“I have no idea what number I dialed.”

Good man. I could almost see him making notes about the number he did actually dial, but at that point, I didn’t care. He passed my test that he was willing to go along with what I wanted. He wasn’t one of those assholes who would insist on things being a certain way, regardless of what it cost him in the end.

“Well then, I am laying here completely naked, getting ready to masturbate while we are on the phone.”

I loved hearing the gasp in his voice. “Do you do this often?”

“Nope. First time. That’s okay, isn’t it?”

He assured me that was more than okay. That was fabulous.

Through the phone, I thought I heard a door close. I imagined him going into some remote room of his house. Maybe he was going to masturbate with me!

“Tell me what you look like.”

I described to him my twenty-five-ness. I told him my measurements and my height. I was pretty much a 36 - 28 - 36 then, but I was sure he didn’t believe me. It didn’t matter. This was the phone. Anything was possible. I had curly brown hair. I had soft, sensuous skin. I had nipples that liked to stand up. I had a wet, wet, pussy. He wanted to hear more about the wet, wet pussy. He wanted to hear about the last time I’d had sex. I talked to him awhile, fingering myself, sliding my hands across lakes and valleys and delicious encounters.

“Tell me about yourself.” I said, when I’d told him enough.

“There’s nothing to tell.” He said. “I would bore you.”

“Then talk to me about anything at all, anything you like. I want to feel my pussy while you talk to me. I will listen and when I start to get close, you will know. But I want to listen to you talk.”

“Describe to me what you are going to do.”

I told him that I was cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples, that I was petting the outer folds of my labia, that I was tapping and stroking my clit… but I was going to start inserting fingers, and maybe a toy, into my pussy, and I wanted him to talk to me while I did it all. He was going to have to use his imagination, I told him.

He started talking, I don’t remember about what, but I was sure he was yanking his own by then. I stopped him. “Are you touching yourself too?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh that makes me so fucking hot. It makes me so fucking hot to know that you want to jack off listening to me on the phone. Okay. Go ahead with your story…”

And I went back to diddling my clit and imagining him wetting his hand to slide it up and down on his hairy knob. At some point, I did get out a toy. I didn’t have elaborate toys at the time, it was just a small vibrator that came free with a purchase from Adam & Eve. I didn’t use it very often, and the batteries weren’t fully charged.

“You hear that?” I asked him, holding the phone closer to my puss. “I turned on a vibrator and I’m using it to fuck my hot pussy. You like that?”

He didn’t answer but there was a catch in his breath. I could imagine him with eyes shut, willing himself into a bed with a twenty five year old horny woman who wanted to get off before she started her shift. There was a noticeable slurp when I moved the vibrator in and out of my slit. I hoped the sound of my sloppy wet pussy just about to cum was totally getting him off.

I put the phone back to my ear. I didn’t hear much coming from his end of the phone. “You still there?”

“I’m here,” he said.

I imagined him saying something more along the lines of “Oh God, Yes, I am here, and I am so fucking horny because I just dialed the wrong number and you are a freaking goddess to let me listen to you cum like this” and I went on, “Well, I’m close. I’m real close. You want to listen to me cum?”

“Yes,” he whispered. I imagined him sitting on the floor in his den, back against the wall, his weiner stiff in his hand, phone pressed against his ear, hanging on my every movement. I felt like I had him totally captured.

Men, those of you who have read this far, you will learn something about women if you will allow them to think they have you totally captured. At least once in awhile.

I arched up in the bed, the receiver next to me on the pillow. I jammed the vibrator in and out of my pussy, in and out, in and out. The battery was rumbling, but it was almost dead, and there wasn’t much girth to the toy, so it wasn’t fulfilling my need… if you get my drift.

In desperation, I picked up the phone. Smooth. Rounded. Big.

“Okay,” I told him, “I can’t listen to you for a minute, cuz I’m about to cum, and I’m going to use the phone receiver to make me. Okay? I want you listening to this…”

He could hear the intensity in my voice because at this point this was all performance. Live performance of a woman on the edge of a cum, willing herself to tiptoe up to the edge, and body slam to the other side. I took the phone receiver by the cord end and jammed the ear piece smack down into my sopping wet cunt.

It didn’t take much. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I started calling. Oh God, I hoped he was listening. This was making me so fucking hot. “Oh God. I’m cummm-mmm-iiing!” I yelled. “My pussy is so wet. My pussy is so fucking wet. My nipples are rock hard. Oh it makes me so HOT to think about you listening to me do this.”

A few more slams into my hot pussy and I thrashed about on the bed somewhat. I pulled the receiver to my ear by the cord. “Did you hear all that?” The phone receiver was slippery and full of my smell.

“You are so hot,” he said. “I’m gonna cum too!” And I heard him “Oooh! Oh! Oooh!” and imagined a drizzle of white flash out of the end.

“I have to get ready for work, now.” I told him when he’d caught his breath. “Now if you’re going to keep this special, it’s very important you don’t call me back. This was a one-time deal, you understand me?”

“Yes, Beth,” he said. “I understand.”

About a week later, the phone rang on a Thursday afternoon at around 3:00. “Hello?”

“Is Beth there?”

Of course it was him. “I told you you could NOT call me back. I told you it was that one time. You cannot be calling my house. I am married.” There was more urgency in my voice than I wanted him to hear. There was more urgency in my voice than I wanted to have. I really did need to remain anonymous! I could not have a man hanging around, wanting to meet me, wondering if I was horny every Thursday afternoon. If he called me again, he was going to ruin it.

“I must have the wrong number.” His voice sounded sad.

He couldn’t imagine how I’d remember that afternoon, like a precious stone collected on a beach of long, lazy afternoons. He would never imagine how I wanted to tell him thank you for letting it be just what it was: A wrong number.

He never called back again.

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Lemme tell you guys that I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it through my birthday in one piece.  Although, secretly it was my wish not to. 

 The goal was for me to have 5 different guys over the 5 day weekend I had allotted for my birthday weekend, with my weekend beginning on Thursday and the whole thing culminating on my birthday which was Monday May 12th.

 I was very successful.  Day (1) was a freaky LAPD officer who my husband and I met at a local bar.  He was very cute, and while we were chatting a very handsome much younger guy came up and told me I was the most beautiful woman in the place and blew his hot young breath in my ear while rubbing his hard cock all over my thigh!

Day (2)  was my sissy boi who came over and was my boyfriend and my husbands boifriend the entire evening and most of the next day.  And I must say there is something very thrilling about being fucked by a man wearing stockings after he has sucked my husbands cock raw.  You see, he had to fuck me to get fucked by my husband-and even that wasn’t enough for our little slut, I had to fuck him with my 10-inch strap on too!

Day(3) was the very first guy that my husband and I swung with together.  He was only 21 and very eager to please.  He was also bisexual but for some reason my husband wasn’t and hasn’t been interested in him, but he remains a good friend and he has a very big cock.

Day (4) was the cable pimp.  We met him at a swingers party where I spent the entire evening sucking his 11-inch cock and making out with his wife.  The fantastic thing about this guy is that he is only 5′2″ with an 11-inch cock and his wife is 5′10″!  They are a very exciting couple, but being that the idea was to get filled with cum his wife and I didn’t play that night.  But we have plans for my house warming party.

Day (5) was my personal trainer with whom I have been having a very steamy and torrid love affair with. He is 6′4″, blonde  like me, built like a shit brickhouse, and he packs 9.5″ of steel.   He is also a record breaking and record holding cyclist.   You see my husband allows me to have boyfriends as well as our swinging lovers.  I figure with my personal trainer I can kill a few calories and knock a good one off at least once a week-lol. 

 Of course after fucking each of these glorious cocks, my husband fucked me-he sometimes likes sloppy seconds. I guess you could say that I was a cum-sponge and I enjoyed every minute of it.  It took me a couple days just to recover. 

I will have to have another fuck-a-thon soon.  I have a long list of interested men who just couldn’t break away from their current commitments to fuck me but were willing to at a later date.  So I am lining them up for the next event.  I will be sure to share the details of that with you all too.  Stay posted, I love fucking and sharing what I have done with all of you, so there will be plenty of stories cumming!

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