Swing on New Year’s Eve
After a more different experience having a lot of questions and thoughts in my head, I came across a chat. There, I came across an ok guy whom I trusted and talked to about anything, anytime, anywhere. He became my confidante, and we talked day or night about almost anything. He began to enter my innermost thoughts. Slowly, we got to the subject of sex. At first, shier in expressing myself, then more and more open and confident, I told him almost everything about my experiences, my feelings…
I was no longer shying away from him, talking casually about the most intimate aspects of my life, looking forward to finding more free moments to get on the chat, and if he was connected, we could talk. He made me have the most intense orgasms, even dreaming about him and all the intimate and provocative talk between us. The desire to meet him was huge, but I couldn’t get over the fact that I had a husband at home, and I didn’t want to go over his word.
Encouraged by him, I had a talk with my husband, in which I told him about him, the chat where we found ourselves and especially about my crazy desire. My husband at first refused, but eventually agreed to a double date. I wanted us to get together as soon as possible, and then the opportunity arose to make New Year’s Eve together. It was my husband who came up with the proposal. He told me to ask him if he wanted to go with his wife, somewhere in the mountains, to a rented villa, just for us.
He told me it was okay; he had discussed it with his wife, we could go together, but no sex between us, the request coming from his wife, who didn’t agree. In the end, I accepted this condition; at least we were seeing each other for real and I had the opportunity to meet him in person. The day came when we had to go to the mountains for four days, just us and them, no kids. New Year’s Eve, quiet. We’d have fun together.
We got there before them, made ourselves comfortable, and took a shower. Soon, they arrived. As soon as I saw him, I shuddered excitedly. My heart was pounding. I think I was even a little red in the face; at least that’s how I felt. My husband broke the ice and greeted him, then his wife, and then I got to meet him for real, although he knew perhaps more secrets than my husband. As I read them both, they were super nice and elegant in their speech. Somehow, we were similar as a couple.
The first evening was for getting acquainted, getting to know each other better, nothing leading to a sexual topic. The next morning, I woke up first, just like I did at home. I made coffee for everyone and waited for the others to wake up, too. I was standing by the window in the kitchen, admiring the scenery, when, I felt someone behind me.
I thought he was my husband; I didn’t turn my head. He grabbed me with his arms. His hand made its way under my hood. he touched me between my legs, and his fingers pressed above my panties. I flinched immediately, turned my head and saw him. The soft voice whispers to me. “Stay quiet; let’s not wake them up!” He put his hand in my panties and said. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time,” while he pressed his finger between my lips. He slowly went up and down. I was shaking all over with excitement. I wanted him at that moment, to do anything with me, but I was afraid of being discovered in this position.
He was gently massaging my clit, looking out the window. I felt a finger slowly enter me, and by instinct, I closed my eyes. From a distance, a door sounded, he quickly withdrew his hand, not before touching my lips with that finger. First, his wife came down, and shortly afterwards, my husband. Emotions overwhelmed me, and I could hardly control myself to be as natural as possible, as if nothing had happened. We drank our coffee, then got dressed to go shopping for New Year’s Eve. I watched him on the sly.
I noticed his knowing smile at what had happened in the kitchen. Seeing me become more and more relaxed, he began to sneak up on me whenever he got the chance—in the store, on the stairs, in the car. All this touching made me wince with pleasure, even blushing at times. After shopping, we went to a restaurant with a terrace. We were all hungry. Sitting at a square table, a little secluded, as we talked, I felt a hand on my thigh, climbing higher and higher.
He grabbed me by my tights, pulled me up, reached down with his hand between my legs and pressed with his finger. I was shaking with fear and excitement. It was all pretty quick. He withdrew his hand without anyone seeing him. After we ate, we left for the villa. … . …
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