First Swingers party after the New Year is always a grand event.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to hang around and enjoy the party.  Frank and I hooked up early on, and he had ideas that required we start that evening.

We headed toward the inner city from the party, and found a dead-end alley that was pretty much empty, and he started setting up his little plan.  As he set it up, he talked about it.

First off, he had a VW bug, one of the small vintage ones, not one of those modern bubble ones, so he had plenty of room to back it up in the alley.  Once backed in place, he popped the hood … I mean the trunk.  I can never get over those cars with their trunk in the front.  He pulled out a large canvas … I mean real large.  It looked like a painters dropcloth for an entire room.   He went to the front of the alley and attached one side of the dropcloth to one side of the alley up near the top of the building, then attached the other side to the other side, also kind of high up.  He had used a trash can and a box to get it as high as he wanted, and the whole time he was talking about the history of movies, and black-and-white films and alot of other stuff like that.  Well, Once the cloth was in place, he hurried back to the car and brought out a boom box, and set it on the trash can that he had put to one side in the alley, almost like setting a stage.  Rushing back to the car, he flipped on the headlights, then went over to the boom box.  As he turned on the music, he bowed low and offered out his hand for a dance.  An old, somewhat familiar waltz came on, and I courtsied.  We approached each other and started to dance.  The hazy bright glow from the headlights reflected back from the canvas filled the sky with an ethereal light, making this dirty back alley come to life and become our own magical world.  One song after another filled the air, each song a different genre … there were tangos, salsas, rock, country, jazz and hip-hop … all the songs seemed familiar, but not quite what I was used to.  That didn’t matter - we danced the evening away, and between songs Frank would do other little things he had prepared … one time he brought out a small chair that he sat near the trash can.  Another time he brought out a wine bottle and two wine glasses.  As the evening wore on, I noticed between songs murmers and voices from the other side of the canvas, and I started realizing that the other side could see our silhouettes as we danced … almost like old black-and-white movies, only in shadow form.  It all started piecing together what he was accomplishing.

By the last couple songs, our dancing was no longer about our own little world that Frank had magically created, but was about the show we were putting on for the hidden audience.   As the last song came to a close, Frank grabbed the chair, I grabbed the boom box, and we both ran back to his car.  We drove off out of the alley to the cheers of dozens of onlookers, leaving that magical canvas and alley behind.

Lovemaking that night was so beautiful.

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Dirk and I ran into each other pretty early in the evening at the club. The first thing you notice about Dirk is that it looks like he’s hung like a horse. Curiosity alone warranted further investigation. Unfortunately, the second thing you notice about Dirk is that he’s not the brightest bulb in the box. I found out later that this was probably due to him having only one thing on his mind constantly. Not sure if I wanted to hook up with him, I continued to mingle. He, however, had made up his mind and followed me around like a puppy dog. I decided to go ahead and give him a chance.
We headed to McDonalds and figured we would sit at a booth to discussthe next day’s plans. So here I am, trying to make plans, and here’s Dirk trying to make out with me in a Micky D’s booth. He reached up my dress to the top of my stockings and asked “Do you have panties on?” I replied that I did & tried getting back on subject. “Take them off” he said. “What??” “Take them off and put them on the table … and hike up your dress so you’re sitting your ass on the bench”. I did as he said, nervously looking around as I shimmied my panties down my legs. No sooner had I placed my panties on my tray than he reached for my crotch. I spread my legs enough to give him access, and he dug two fingers in deep, causing me to gasp.
Well, pland became the last thing on my mind all of a sudden, so when he told me to start rubbing his pole through his pants I didn’t hesitate. A few minutes of this and he said it was time to go - but leave my panties on the table. I did as he said, and we both got in his car to leave McDonalds. Once in his car, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge dick - it looked at least a foot long - and told me to start sucking. I did, and while sucking I felt his hand go to my ass, and up my back from there. When he got to my bra-strapI realized he had raised my dress that high, but I didn’t care … I was in heaven sucking on that monster cock. I felt him unhookmy bra, and didn’t think twice while he helped me shrug out of my bra and dress all in one motion. At one point, I came up for air only to see him throwing my bra & dress out of the car.
I spent the night and next day in the car as a prisoner. We ate at drive-thrus with the server ogling me - and sometimes calling other employees up to the window. Restroom stops were either done huddled beside the car, or at gas stations that had outside entrances to their facilities, making a quick dash. One time, while I was inside, he moved the car “to add air to the tires”. I had to streak all the way across the property on that one. Wednesday afternoon was almost as bad, getting into my car and driving home naked, with a final sprint across the front lawn before I was safely back home.

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I remember one time my photographer boyfriend was going to cover the grand opening of a new housing complex. There were five different designs, and he had to take interior pictures in the model units of all five designs. Since these were the models, he had to wait until after their office closed to make sure they were empty. He chose a night that would allow him most the night to shoot, and he listed me as his assistant so that I could accompany him.
The night of the shoot I was prepared - my bra & panties set, white stockings, black pumps, a pleated plaid skirt, and a white blouse to give me a schoolgirl look. The first house went down without a hitch and we started out way ahead of schedule. House #2 we decided to add a little flavor, and on top of the shots for the housing company, he did a set of shots for me. The third house we got a little more creative, and in the shots for me, I slowly stripped down to just my stockings and pumps. For an extra thrill, I ran from the third house to the fourth in just my stockings & heels, leaving my clothes behind.
After an extra long photo shoot (plus some other …. activities), we came out of the fourth house intending to go to the final one, only to find a half-dozen construction workers standing around grinning. As I tried covering up quickly, they started clapping and whistling. I sprinted back to the third house and got dressed as fast as I could. The clothes just didn’t seem to cover enough as I could feel their eyes all over me the whole way through the final shoot.

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Thursday night at the swingers’ club was nice. A little chat here and there, some nice finger foods. I met up with “Arthur” … clean-cut, conservative brown hair, medium build … the last kind of guy you’d expect to be at a swingers’ club.
We registered out, and disappeared from the party setting early. He treated me out to a very nice restaurant dinner and we headed to an upscale hotel he was registered in. Once in his room we did some heavy petting and some groping while deciding how to spend the next day. After determining our agenda, we had some great sex … nothing kinky, but his schlong was definitely NOT medium at a full ten inches.
The next day, as planned, I went shopping for a salad in a nearby grocery store wearing nothing under my front-snap dress when he approached me like a stranger, only to reach foreward & unsnap a couple snaps. I ignored him at first as though I hadn’t noticed, and he unsnapped a few more snaps. Turning toward him, I allowed his hand inside my dress. While embracing, I felt his hand unsnapping the rest of my snaps, so that the dress was fully open. I pressed against him so as to not be exposed to anyone else. His massive cock fell out from his pants and started pressing against me.
His hands rubbing all over my naked skin, his fat dick sliding between my thighs, almost naked right there in the grocery store … I climaxed standing up.
Leaving the store, I held on close behind him - part of the thrill of the day was that anything he undid I couldn’t re-do until getting back to the hotel room. Call me if you want to hear other adventures we did.

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I was so bored last Saturday night, I figured I’d stop into a nearby sports bar and grab a bite to eat. Well, buffalo wings are alot better with beer, so I had a beer to wash them down with.
Next thing I know, I had a strong urge to go pee. I headed to the ladies’ room only to find this place had only one unisex bathroom, and it was closed. I settled up, and headed out to the parking lot … but my blader refused to be ignored. I figured that under cover of darkness, I could get away with ducking behind my car, soooo.. after a glance around, I took a quick squat.
I closed my eyes as wave after wave of golden liquid relief escaped. My eyes flew open, though, when I felt a rush of hot liquid hitting my face. There in front of me was one of the patrons I remembered from the bar, definitely drunk, peeing right on top of me … my hair, my face, my blouse … all covered in his golden stream. I had found a place so dark that he had chosen to use it as well.
For some reson this turned me on, and as his last drops came out, I made my move … I came foreward enough to start licking on his exposed cock. After his initial shock of the situation, he decided this was a good thing and stood in place enjoying the blow job. There I was … covered in pee, sucking off a stranger in a parking lot. What a turn-on.
When he was done, I hopped in my car and headed home. No words were ever exchanged, and he never even got a good look at my face.

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I’ve had this thing for the longest time: I wanted to be a belly dancer. I imagined myself tucked away in some harem wearing nothing but a tiny loincloth, dancing for important people, my body on display as I seduce them with my sultry moves.
I finally got up the nerve to sign up for belly dancing lessons, but when I showed up at the studio, the instructor said he didn’t think I had what it takes. He took me into a back room where another guy was waiting and told me to strip down to my panties and dance. Well, it didn’t take long before I was getting fucked by one of them from behind while sucking on the other one’s massive cock.
No, I didn’t have what it took to be a belly dancer, but I found other ways my sultry moves could seduce.

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Well, I apologize that I’m a little slow on this entry because my husband got kind of jealous. Apparently he and his swinger match-up didn’t get along, so he came back early enough to catch my match-up fucking me on the dining room table. Instead of coming on inside and putting a stop to things, my husband sat outside the window watching while my match-up fucked me in the ass and used me all of other ways.
Once husband DID show up (afer the match-up left), he acted totally pissed and used me as a sex slave for a few days. He would make me pee into a little paper cup while standing up, the whole time he would be pinching and twisting on my nipples.
Anyway, he finally released me last night, so I got a bit of rest before writing this.

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