Sharing our night with another couple over sexts [Group] [photos] | 2016

My husband and I have been toying with the idea of swinging. As part of our toe-dipping, we’ve been having conversations with couples online. That is, all four of us are in the same group chat. They’ve started as harmless flirts, a teasing photo, and light discussions of what we’re into, assuming we eventually meet and do a swap.

One couple we recently started a chat with are close in age to us, but they seem more experienced and wild. They’ve been in the lifestyle for years, incredibly open, both bisexual (my husband is bi), and each have their own wild set of tattoos. They like to have a good time wherever they go. My husband and I only recently became “wild” (I almost can’t remember what it was like to be “vanilla”), but we still weren’t sure we were on the same level as this couple. Last night changed that. For the sake of the story, we’ll call them Lana and Bruce (names changed).

My husband and I were sitting side-by-side on the couch drinking our drinks, so naturally the online conversation turned towards drinks we like, simple and innocent:

Me: I like sweet wines, they match my personality

Lana: I’m probably a fireball, sweet but I run hot

Bruce: I love when she gets hot...it sucks we all couldn’t hang out tonight, you guys are super cool

Husband: Ya, my wife has been running pretty hot lately

Me: Sex fuels me lately

And just like that, the conversation jumped from subtly discussing sex to straight up talking about it. We talked about the toys we each have in our collection, the lingerie we own, and they shared a photo of Lana in a black teddy and black heels lounging on their couch. So, naturally, my husband returned with a photo of me in a red corset from earlier in the week.

Lana: Holy shit, I’m dead, but that ass cut-out is giving me life

Bruce: Sooo hot

Lana: Now your husband’s turn

We provided a photo we took from earlier in the day.

Lana: Damn, that’s hot.

Bruce: Respect

Me: I. Love. Blow jobs. I’m drooling right now.

Bruce: You’ve come to the right place

And then they provided a photo of her sucking him off.

Bruce: We make a sexy group

Me: You guys are intimidatingly sexy, and it makes me blush to hear you say that

Lana: That’s just because of the tattoos, but I know there’s a monster in both of you. ...We may send more photos, we get real generous when we’ve been drinking

Me: Same here, my husband likes to show me off

Lana: And he should, you’re so hot! Send more!

My husband sent two photos we took recently: me on top of him, me laying on the bed post-session. She said she wanted to smack my ass, he said I looked stunning. They provided more photos of her nude in various poses. Bruce responded, “I have to find some good ones we have...I’m trying not to send unsolicited dick pics”. “SEND THEM PLEASE”, I responded. At that point, my husband sent a photo of himself, hard, and we received a similar photo from Bruce. We all started gushing about how much we love dicks and which of us wanted to suck them (surprise, it was all of us). She started making typos. “I’m sitting here half naked is why”, Bruce offered as an explanation. “Why aren’t we naked!?”, I sent. “Get naked!”, she returned.

That’s all the encouragement I needed. Lately, all my husband needs to do is offer a suggestion, and I’m on board and ready to go faster than he can blink. I ran upstairs to slip out of my tshirt and jeans I had worn during the day. I wasn’t sure what to wear that would be best for our photos. I now have almost too much lingerie stuffed in my nightstand, so instead of thinking too hard about, I grabbed anything. They turned out to be a navy blue cheekini from VS. I slipped them on and decided that was all the “clothing” I needed. I ran downstairs and met my husband back on the couch. He handed me a bottle of coconut water, “Hydrate” he told me. As I sat on the couch drinking, he snapped a photo.

We continued our back and forth flirting and photo sharing. And then my husband pulled out something he had just purchased from a toy store that day: nipple clamps. You see, lately, I’ve been needing my nipples to be pinched and bit pretty hard. I had no idea how hard my husband had been biting, and he thought clamps would be a perfect addition to our growing collection. He clipped them on me while I continued drinking my wine, and of course, shared a photo.

At this point, with the attention we had been receiving and my nipples getting squeezed just the way I like, I started to feel a need to be filled. Before long, I pushed him down on the couch and climbed over him so I could take him in my mouth. I took a photo to share. “She’s exceptional”, my husband managed to send out. At this point, the men kept sharing photos of the women sucking their cocks, back and forth at various stages. “My cock was meant to be shared”, Bruce messaged.

“I need to be fucked good and proper”, I sent to the group, and urged my husband to follow me upstairs.

He followed me to our bedroom where I laid down on my stomach. He pulled out a few new toys he purchased with the nipple clamps: a cock ring and soft handcuffs. He fastened them around my wrists, and then I watched as he slid the cock ring down his shaft. Until this point, our sex usually only included variations in positions, maybe the occasional vibrator, that was it. This was the first time we started doing things of this nature, with the clamps and the restraints; we had started down a new path, new ways to get each other off. I struggled on the bed, squirming about, trying to get him into my hungry mouth. Once I found my way and took him in, he shared a photo. “Y’all are right up our alley with those cuffs”, Bruce responded, sharing a photo of him eating out Lana.

Our focus started to shift from the conversation, the constant streaming of buzzing notifications quieted. It was obvious to us what they were up to at this point. My husband pulled himself from my mouth and situated me on the bed, still on my stomach with my hands behind my back. He began to tease me with his fingers. We were gifted with a PIV shot of our new friends, “I know you guys are about to fuck right now, we just wanted to show you how much you inspired us”. My husband continued fingering me and all the stimuli had been just enough to speed me close to orgasm. I struggled to contain the sensations; I usually need my hands to grip on to something, as if I need a way to tether myself to the bed as I approach orgasm. With my wrists behind my back unable to grab anything, the feeling of orgasm began to spread unevenly and unfocused, raw and untamed. I came and collapsed, but only for a moment.

Our phones were now tossed to the side as we focused on each other and what we were about to do. My husband pressed himself into my wetness and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “I want you to imagine Bruce is here, standing behind you, ready to fuck you. Do you want that?” Uh-huh, I breathlessly let out. “Ya, you want his cock inside you?” Uh-huh “Say it. Say you want his cock inside you”. I want his cock inside me. “I need you to beg for it” Please, I whispered. My husband’s soft whisper became a harsh command, “I can’t hear you”. Yes, please! And with that, he pushed inside me; I let out a moan. My brain couldn’t comprehend, the fantasy clouding things. I knew it was my husband inside me, it feels like home, and with every thrust he rubbed that magic spot. It started as a localized warmth, small but strong. He pulled out and back in, and the spot grew and spread more. But hearing my husband’s words, I was now imagining a different cock inside me. It sparked a different kind of arousal, a different kind of excitement. What would that be like, I started to think. And then the images of our conversation came to mind, the sight of Bruce’s erection, the thought of it inside me while my husband fucked Lana, remembering the sight of her large and round creamy-white breasts, imagining them bouncing with each thrust. The small localized spot of warmth had grown outward over my entire body, and I came again.

My husband flipped me over, the cock ring doing exactly what it needed for him. “Who do you want inside you now?”, he asked me. “You, just you!” “I’m here”. He slipped our new wedge pillow underneath me, and my legs rested on his shoulders. He slid in slowly so I could feel every inch of him. I’ve discovered that with each orgasm I have, the next one follows more closely behind. Out he pulled, and in once again, faster now. The position I was in kept me from moving too much, which meant I had less control of how the orgasm built as my husband quickened his pace.

And then, suddenly, I felt it. Right there. I could push my hips upward just slightly so he provided a bit of pressure on my clit, and it felt amazing. I told him to stop moving so I could use him. I was close to another orgasm with just that tiny bit of pressure, and with each tiny wriggling movement, it intensified. “Are you gonna cum again?”, he asked with a smirk. “Ya”, I smiled, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, my hands still bound underneath me gripping my cheeks. The wriggling became more urgent as I coaxed out another orgasm.

I was spent. My husband pulled out and fell next to me; he removed the cock ring and we grabbed our phones. We missed a handful of photos from our correspondence.

Bruce: We’re about to head into round 2. We’ll be thinking about you guys.

Husband: We were talking dirty, and I made her tell me who she imagined was fucking her, and she said your name.

Bruce: Shit that’s hot. I made Lana say the same thing. We love that game. You two will be on our minds a lot this week.

We continued like this back and forth, everyone talking about each other and what we want to do. It was a goddamn sexting orgy. I held the phone up and kept the messages going as my husband jerked himself off; Lana explained she was doing the same while Bruce pounded her. I had to throw the phone, however; my husband made a specific groan that I know means he’s ready to blow. “Get ready for me”, he said. He leaned up and blew his load over me, the first shot reaching my face on my right cheek, and the next fell on my neck, the next reached my breast, and the next in the center of my chest. He kept going, groaning with each spurt, and I was covered in his hot cum. I messaged as such to our friends. Almost immediately after, my husband passed out next to me.

“This has been the hottest sexting we’ve ever had, I hope we can meet soon”, Lana messaged back.

I cleaned myself off and, still naked, turned off all the lights in the house. I returned to our bed and pulled the sheets over myself and my naked husband and settled in. It was then I realized we had been carrying on this cyber flirting, foreplay and sex, from start to finish, for five hours. Needless to say, I’m a bit tired this morning ;)

I’m hoping we’re able to provide more stories in the future about our fun times sharing each other with other couples (assuming we move to that point in this adventure). A few are actually redditors (hey guys!), and it would be very fun to write about them knowing they’d read it. I’ve had fun with all our conversations and hope we get to experience and write more.