Across the Line

Across the Line
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

We are swingers, my wife and I, and have been for a long time, since the beginning, in fact. We met at a swinger party.

Swinger means a lot of different things to different people. For me, it means we enjoy recreational sex and our relationship is strong enough to understand the joys of sexual attraction. We enjoy sex the way some people enjoy tennis. We don’t worry about our marriage falling apart. We’re a thing.

So while I have a casual attitude toward sexual play, I have a very serious attitude about relationships. Once a couple starts to lie to each other, the swinging is over and the cheating’s begun.

My wife brought a woman from work over to our house on Friday. She’d told me about her before. She had a husband who was really good looking and really nice but also really religious and a prude to boot. All they had, Erica told me, was minimalist procreational sex. And he didn’t plant very often.

I wasn’t thinking about any of this when I stepped out of the shower and walked into our living room while drying my hair. I wasn’t aware Erica had come home until I heard a stranger say, “No one’s ever licked my pussy.”

Of course, I’m hanging dong and realizing there is someone’s in front of me with a towel in front of my eyes and there is an ongoing discussion about a strange woman’s genitals.

My thoughts in a jumble, I lowered the towel and saw the pretty woman seated before me, her eyes fixed on my hardening pecker.

“Please, allow me,” I said, suddenly suave.

I am sexually experienced, so I know well that this was a miracle. I stepped out of the shower and an attractive stranger was pulling off her pants to spread cunt on my living room chair. I gave her the full treatment, didn’t tickle or nothing. She came fast and repeatedly, just what you might expect from a woman who hasn’t had any sex for a long time. She was close to passing out when I finally retreated, a shallow whimper almost begging for more.

We had made plans to go to a wild party that night, which is why Vanessa came over, so Erica could take her to the party. While Vanessa lay in a stupor on the chair, I shaved and Erica started preparations for the party. Erica mentioned Vanessa’s husband and I gave her a frown. She knows I don’t approve of cheats but what was done was done. Not only had he never licked her pussy, she’d never sucked his dick. Or any dick. I was blown away. Vanessa was at least thirty.

“I want a gangbang!” Erica shouted. Vanessa looked aghast.

We went to the party. I didn’t have anything more to do with Vanessa. We ran into a few friends and Erica had her gangbang, worked herself into a frenzy on three cocks. Vanessa ran off with another guy we know. Big dick. Quite a place for her to start.

Erica said they got together three or four times a week and then he moved into her apartment complex and they are together constantly. Hubby still doesn’t know. Vanessa said she’ll leave him if he finds out. She’s not going to give Bob up.

She is way across the line.

About Lord Malinov

Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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