1. True Stories: Breaking the Rules


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: swingerjoe, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    off-camera to find a towel. After cleaning up, she immediately grabbed the laptop and sat on our bed for a moment, smiling as she typed. Several minutes later, we lay side-by-side in bed, enjoying the afterglow. After several minutes of silence, Rachel spoke. &#034He wants me to visit him at his office tomorrow,&#034 she said with apprehension. I couldn't believe she was even considering it. One of our rules was that we would always swing together. What was the point of swinging if we both couldn't enjoy it? &#034What did you tell him?&#034 I asked. &#034I told him I can't,&#034 she said. I didn't say anything, because I didn't know how to respond. On the one hand, I was happy that we were sticking with our rules. On the other hand, the thought of sending her to this stranger's office to suck his dick in the middle of the day was incredibly arousing. I didn't sl**p well that night, as my thoughts kept wandering back to that scenario. How incredible would that be to experience from Frank's perspective? And how generous would I be if I allowed it to happen? It seemed like a situation that you would only find in porn movies or in the pages of Penthouse Forum. The following day, I worked quietly in my home office, with one laptop connected to our website's chat room. I knew that Frank would log on at some point in the day, and I wanted to set the stage in just the right way. I had made up my mind, and this situation had become my fantasy. I heard the telltale &#034ping&#034, ...
    which heralded a new incoming message. It was Frank. &#034Hey, sexy!&#034 he typed. &#034What are you up to?&#034 &#034I'm flattered,&#034 I typed, &#034but this isn't Rachel. It's her husband.&#034 &#034Oh, hey, sorry. How's it going, buddy?&#034 I chatted with him for a while, killing time until Rachel returned home. She worked the early morning shift that day, and was due home at any moment. I inquired about Frank's work schedule that afternoon, and he told me business was really dead at the moment. He was just hanging around his office, alone, catching up on some paperwork. This situation couldn't have worked out any better, I thought. The garage door opened, signaling Rachel's arrival. I put my conversation with Frank on hold and greeted her at the door. We engaged in casual chat about her workday as she changed out of her uniform and into a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a baggy tee-shirt. She gave me a strange look, and I realized that I must have been wearing a maniacal grin. &#034What?&#034 she asked. &#034I feel like you want to tell me something.&#034 &#034I want you to go,&#034 I said. &#034Go where?&#034 &#034Frank's office.&#034 She lowered her eyes and shook her head. &#034No, I'm over it. Really. I know it wouldn't be fair to you.&#034 &#034I'm serious, honey,&#034 I stated. &#034I really want you to go.&#034 She hesitated for a long while and scanned my face, searching for some hidden message or sign that I was testing her. &#034Seriously?&#034 she asked. ...
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