'Local Swingers Private Party Experience'

Reg and his hot black wife Alexia are swingers from Bognor in West Sussex. They met sexy mature swinging couple Bob and Wanda at a local swing sex club, and now the foursome hold regular private sex parties like the one in this true swingers story:

 I was balls deep in my neighbor's Wanda's hot pussy when my beautiful black wife walked in on us going at it on the dining room table. The first I knew about it was when I heard her say 'A-hem!' I stopped and turned a sheepish face toward the door, where she was standing with her hands on her hips. 'Damn you, Reg!' she shouted. 'What do you think you're doing?" I shrugged.

"You two always get the best spot, you bastard! Now where do we fuck?'

Bob, Wanda's husband, walked up behind my wife and took her boobs in her large hands. 'We can 'ave our boink in the bedroom, girlie,' said Bob, 'after all that's what it's for.'

'There's just something about shagging on the table,' she pouted. 'Something that makes me extra hot.'

'Yer extra hot already, darlin',' Bob said, sliding a finger into her. Grinning, I turned away and went back to my own business, and soon heard the distant sound of bedsprings squeaking.

I pounded my cock into Wanda's slippery cunt as hard as I could, relishing the tight squeeze. Don't mean to brag, but my cock's got a bit on Bob's in length and girth, so I was able to plumb new depths there. The really exciting thing, though, was the knowledge of whom I was fucking. It's weird how life works: Wanda was my schoolteacher back when I was a kid, see, and a fine-looking piece of ass she was then, too. All the lads dreaded having to do problems on the blackboard, because too often we'd have a teacher-derived stiff dick to deal with.

If anyone had told me then I'd be shagging my teacher 20 years on, I'd have told him he was daft. And yet here we were, going at it like there was no tomorrow, with her shouting at the top of her lungs, 'Give it to me! Fuck me with that big cock!'

See, when you're a swinger in a small town such as Bognor, you have to make do with what you've got. Barb and I, we'd spent a couple of years in London, and by the time we'd come back home, we'd developed a taste for swinging. It took a few discrete inquiries to find a local swinger's club, and what we got were Wanda and Bob. Now we're a club of four, and hold private swingers parties at each other's homes. Sure, they're mature enough to be our parents, but they're probably the most fit swingers we've ever met, with plenty of stamina and all kinds of tricks to teach.

Now Wanda was shouting, 'Give me a faceful of cum, Reg! I want to taste some schoolboy spunk!' Well, that sent me over the edge, I'll tell you. I pulled out, and spurted several hot, powerful jiz jets over her pert boobs and face. I watched with wonder as she lapped up my cock cream, with an expression of ecstacy on her face.

Damn, if I could've seen her looking at me like that 20 years ago, I'd've fainted dead away from pleasure!