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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago
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Part 2
From that point on, Ruth started to take the lead in bed. She still loved it when I would fuck her relentlessly, but she did take a liking to me wearing a cock ring and watching as I sucked on her cock dido during fucking. I didn’t think it was weird at all especially as I was a randy young man wanting as much sex as I could get my hands on, so I went along with it.
As couples do, we got talking about fantasies and what she liked and disliked. I owned up saying that I did like the idea of group sex, but completely understood her opinion about swinging. She looked at me and asked if I wanted to try it. I looked at her questioningly. She said that she would never do it, but if I wanted to try it, she would want to know everything. I was getting nervous, and asked if she was serious, also, I wondered just what sort of woman I had got involved with.
She then took off her track suit bottoms, sat back down on the sofa, leaned back and opened her legs, showing me her naked and open wet pussy. She told me to eat her. I dived down onto the floor and sucked and licked her like a hungry dog. I licked inside, all over and sucked on her clit. She had an enormous orgasm. My face was covered as I sucked and swallowed and enjoyed her pussy. Then, when she had calmed down and was able to talk again, she said, just make sure that I tell her everything when I come back.
And so, I had been given my instructions. I had to know if the two college instructors that were supposed to be into the swinging scene, were keen to chat about what they got up to.
I found one of them when he was alone, and did just that. I knew his name was Clive, but I kept things semi-formal. I followed him to his classroom one break and making sure his classroom was empty and he was alone, I asked if I could have a minute. He stood by his desk putting papers into his briefcase. I excused myself and then to start the conversation, I just went for it and asked him
I said that I understood that he may have access to a swinger scene, and that I would like to know more and would be interested in finding out if I could try it.
He looked at me, the classroom door, then back to me. He asked me where I got such information. I looked him in the face and swallowed out of nervousness. He obviously knew me because he asked if I was still seeing Ruth? I was impressed that he knew that, and I said yes, but she was not into the group sex scene. Hearing that he just made a humph noise and said, well that is the end of your swinging journey then.
I was a bit put off by his comment and then out of the blue I asked if cuckolding was part of swinging. He just laughed, looked at the door again and asked if Ruth wanted to cuckold me. I thought frantically and quickly I shook my head and said no. She was ok with me trying it out, but I had to tell her everything afterwards. I was just asking if cuck couples attended the swinging parties.
He again looked at the door and then at my face to study me to see where I was going with the conversation. He told me that sometimes they did, but not usually. He asked what I had in mind. I had to think and draw on all my knowledge to try to direct this conversation the right way, but I knew I was blowing my opportunity to get in with him in a big way.
I continued saying that I was honest in my interest. I just wanted to know more about swinging and then perhaps I could get Ruth to try it.
He laughed again and shook his head in a negative way. He told me to own up. I was a wanna-be who liked the idea of swinging but would probably chicken out when it got to it. Ruth would kill me if she knew I was at a swinging party. He continued by saying that he bet that Ruth and me had never even had a threesome and was I even bi?
At that point, I thought why did I have to own up to being bi? It didn’t really matter did it? What I didn’t know was that Clive was setting me up for something that would change my thoughts and way of life about sex. He was taking me on a journey that would awake in me, an owning up about where I fitted in this world. What I would come to think of was normal swinging, was in fact the group grooming me to be submissive. I was just so young inexperienced and hungry that I went with it.
We both heard laughing and talking as a group of teenagers came into the classroom. He looked at me and said quickly and loudly that I was to come back tomorrow during the afternoon break. He would be in this classroom again and we could go through my paper. I nodded, said yes Sir, and I left.
The rest of the day, I was just thinking about everything that we spoke about. I tried to find as much as I could but the magazines I had didn’t really have too much in them. I thought that I knew enough to try and bluff my way to a swingers meeting. That night I told Ruth that I had asked one of our instructors about his swinging group. She was genuinely excited and asked what was said. After I told her everything, we had a very wild fuck session, after which we fell into a deep sleep.
Next day, I clock watched all morning, then at three o’clock I was waiting outside his classroom sneaking a look in through the door. He was still teaching, and I could see the students eagerly waiting to get out of there. Everything he had said was going around and around in my mind. Then the door burst open and the students flooded out chatting and laughing. I waited until the room was empty then went in. Clive was at the front desk, packing papers into his briefcase once again.
He looked at me and said that he had been thinking about my question and proposition. I watched him as he walked out of the classroom and nodded for me to follow him. We walked down the corridors to the small study rooms, and went into one. Clive opened his briefcase once again and put some papers on the desk, then sat down. I sat on the other side of the desk opening one of my books.
I started speaking first. I had to own up, that Ruth and me hadn’t been in a threesome, and no, I didn’t think I was bi. Clive just looked at me and replied that he didn’t think we had anything further to chat about. He stood and started to pack up his papers again, and I thought that I had blown it. I quickly asked why not.
He stood looking at me then replied that swinging wasn’t just fucking someone’s wife or girlfriend, and then buggering off. Swinging was all about accepting sexual freedom and the other participants choice. He then described how swingers played and lived, all of which made me want to experience it. I was turned on and intrigued, but then he changed direction in his description. This was when he started to change my thinking and open the door to me being a submissive.
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