1. Sarah's NIght Out


    Date: 12/21/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: benstevens, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    My name is Sarah, 33 and married to Dan for six years now. We have a good relationship, and are comfortable rather than well off. We both have careers, Dan as an IT engineer, and I work in an office, organising work for a small team in a book warehouse. We have been thinking of starting a f****y, but want to wait until we have a place of our own. We are still living with my Mum, which is OK, and it does mean we can save up for a house deposit, but it is a little restricting on our social lives, and our sex life is beginning to flag under the strain. You’re probably interested to know that I am blonde (sort of honey blonde actually, but I do enrich my hair colour a little), shorter than shoulder length, considered quietly attractive, and slim but not thin if you know what I mean, size ten 34c-24-35, which I suppose means my tits are my best asset as far as you men are concerned. I have more time on my hands than Dan, as he often works away with his job, so I have lots of evenings to myself. I came upon this swinging site a few months ago, and enjoy reading the stories on here, although I never expected to be writing one myself. We often go out to the pub at the weekends with a group of friends, and three weeks ago, Dan and four of his mates, and me and three of my girl friends descended on a pub about a mile away from our house. The evening was lively, with live music and some dancing a conservatory adjacent to the lounge bar. By ten oclock, the boys (sitting around the ...
    next table) were well oiled, while us girls were giggly and a little tipsy. Adjourning to the toilets, one of the girls suggested we all go “commando”, and to ensure we all complied, we had to swap panties on the way back to our table. I put Lucy’s thong in my bag, and gave her mine. Another round of drinks, and we were whispering naughty things between us, wondering what the boys would say if they knew. Derek, one of Dan’s mates, then announced that he was off to another bar where they sometimes have a stripper. All the lads decided this was a good idea, but we girls preferred to stay put (the stripper was female otherwise we would certainly have gone with them). Off they went, and we carried on drinking and chatting. The pub was busy but not crowded, and I noticed one of our neighbours, Uncle Ben, at the bar. He is not really my uncle, but he is known as Uncle Ben by one and all in our street. Being sociable, I called to him and waved a hello. He saw me and grinned, and raised his glass in greeting, but didn’t come over to speak. I didn’t know Uncle Ben very well, we had spoken a few times, he was retired and while old he had looked after himself well, wasn’t fat, no beer belly, a full head of hair – now mostly salt rather than pepper coloured. I thought him rather shy, so I wasn’t surprised he declined to join a loud group of girls, then I noticed his wife Jacky sat on her own the other side of the bar, and – sure enough – Ben walked back to her carrying drinks. The evening ...
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