My beautiful wife, Judith, and I have been avid swingers for the past 15 years. But it’s taken us a while to feel like we belong. We’ve had something of an inferiority complex, I think.

At first, we weren’t even sure we could hack it in the swinging world. We’d go to Lifestyle “meet and greets” and talk ourselves into feeling confident and self-supportive. We’d strike up conversations with strangers and congratulate ourselves whenever we had a social success.

The first few times we went to events where fucking was actually happening, we played only with each other. It was exciting — even liberating — but it took us some time before we found the courage to play with others.

As a swinging couple, even now we don’t always get a ton of play. It’s not that we’re schlubs. I’m no heartthrob, but I’m a respectable-looking guy in my late 40s. I’m in good shape — I’m a runner. But my hairline is receding, and I’m not especially muscled. My dick is a standard six inches, but it gets the job done.

Judith is the kind of woman who, in another era, would have been called buxom. She’s on the tall side and blonde, with big breasts. Most people love her bosom, of course. I’ve seen men who’ve gone into something of a feeding frenzy over her tits. My wife is beautiful in a lot of ways, actually. But some people insist on more petite types, the fools. We’re not happy about that, but we get it.

A big perk of being friends with other swingers is that they’ll introduce you to more people and spread the love. Judith and I have become acquainted with many fantastic singles and couples over the years. Most swingers are pretty cool people.

One of those couples is the hot twosome that I’m about to tell you about. Our encounter with David and Winnie was wild and sexy.

We first saw them at a swingers confab in Seattle, where they were conducting a workshop on sex toys. David — a tall sandy-haired, 40-something guy with chiseled features — sat quietly through most of the presentation, while Winnie ran the show. I could tell by the way he looked at her and laughed at her sometimes outrageous repartee that he was deeply in love with her.

As for Winnie, she’s a slim, smart, confident and outrageously funny African-American woman in her mid-30s. She made quite a hit in that workshop with her running commentary on various souped-up dildos, vibrators, artificial pussies and other gadgets. When we left the workshop, Judith and I agreed: David and Winnie were one of the hottest couples we’d ever met. We thought they were probably out of our league, but we admired them.

Time passed — years, in fact. Some of those were pandemic-era “no play” years. During that time, Judith and I had barely given David and Winnie another thought. Then, about a year ago, our swinging friends Bruce and Dana threw a barbecue party at their home, which wasn’t far from our place. There — cuddling on a sofa in the living room — was the duo we’d proclaimed the “Couple of the Century” after their hilarious sex-toy presentation.

Judith struck up a conversation with them, which made me proud. My wife was in a good mood that night, and she was pretty flirty. She reminded David and Winnie about our having been at their workshop in Seattle.

“Oh, that was so long ago,” Winnie said. “Those gizmos we were so crazy about back then are just relics now!”

We chatted about our mutual friendship with Bruce and Dana, and generally got to know one another. It turned out that David and Winnie lived in the Bay Area, but they traveled often and were frequent visitors to our neck of the woods.

Eventually, we mingled with some of the other guests, but Judith and I huddled and decided to invite David and Winnie to visit us at our home, while they were still in town. Judith surprised me with her frankness when she told them: “Joe and I think you two are super attractive. We’d really like to get to know you better.”

“Fuck, yes!” said Winnie. “We’re totally smitten with you guys, and we’re glad you made the first move. Aren’t we, Dave?”

He smiled a broad smile and added, “Oh, yeah. We’re a little shy sometimes.”

Judith and I exchanged stunned looks. They were shy? Sometimes it seems you can’t judge people at all.

This barbecue was not an actual sex party. In fact, Bruce and Dana had called it a friendly mixer. So, Judith and I had planned to depart right after dessert was served. We were an hour’s drive from our home, and it was a school night, so to speak. But three days later, we were prepared for something more when David and Winnie knocked on our front door.

We had some snacks and drinks, but no one had made the vital first move during the initial hour they spent at our home. As we enjoyed another round of cocktails, Winnie tapped her glass with a fork to get our attention.

“Guys, I have a little speech. I know it’s sometimes awkward talking about consent, but we gotta do it, OK? One thing David and I like to do is have everyone make a beforehand wish, where they name the one big sexual act or activity they’d really like to have happen. If nobody objects, then we all know for sure that that’ll be on the menu, and you won’t have to ask for consent later. If someone objects, we can negotiate and find something else. We think it works pretty well. You OK with that?”

Unsurprisingly, everyone was.

“I’ll start,” said Winnie. “I really want to 69 with Judith.” Her eyes had a wicked sparkle. “I mean really.”

Nobody objected. I certainly didn’t. The very thought made my dick start to stir.

Everybody’s request got more or less approved. David wanted to titty-fuck Judith. I wanted Judith and Winnie to take turns sucking off David and me. Only Judith’s wish had to be negotiated. She wanted to watch David and me double-penetrate Winnie. But Winnie said she wasn’t sure about DP that night, so we decided Winnie would fuck me, while she sucked David off.

“Meeting’s adjourned,” said Winnie, looking rather pleased.

Next, we moved to the bedroom, where we quickly disrobed.

My dick was twitching as I watched Judith and Winnie get comfortable on the bed. They kissed and caressed each other. Their makeout session was gentle and teasing. But I know my Judith. I could tell by the way her face was flushing that she was extremely turned on.

“Ah, now that I like,” said David, as he observed the ladies.

He was shirtless, and he was an impressively muscled, surprisingly hairy and assuredly studly guy. He tugged at the bulge in the crotch of his boxer briefs as he sat in a chair near the bed.

Judith knelt before Winnie and peeled off the other gal’s panties. Then she homed in on Winnie’s cunt with her mouth. Winnie had one of the cutest pink pussies I’d ever seen. It was close to the shade of Judith’s satin panties and topped by tidily trimmed pubic hair.

Soon, the gals moved into the 69 position, where they lapped at each other’s pussies and clits, panting and purring. My dick was now rock-hard, and so was David’s. The two women were so different — different body types, different skin tones, different energies — and yet they matched so perfectly.

I should mention that there was a lot of improvisation that night. Moments that weren’t on our wish list. Nipples got licked, cocks got tugged, lips got kissed — mouth lips and nether lips both.

In any case, everybody’s big wish was fulfilled, eventually.

David was really into fucking Judith’s tits. He slathered them with copious amounts of a super-slick lubricant, then straddled her and wedged his ruddy, circumcised dong between her fabulous tatas. Slipping and sliding between her jugs, he moaned loudly.

The double-blowjob portion of the evening was also big fun. At one point, David and I knelt on the bed and faced each other with our peckers fully erect. Judith lay on the bed between us with her head on a pillow, so her face was right below our hard-ons. Winnie maneuvered herself above the dicks. The two ladies sucked, licked and nibbled our erections from above and below until David and I were both dripping pre-come.

We saved the “two guys on Winnie” portion for last. As David and I drifted toward her on the mattress and kissed and nuzzled her, she said in a quiet voice, “Boys, listen. I know I agreed to giving you a one-in-the-mouth, one-in-the-clam thing instead of a DP.”

Oh shit, I thought. The evening is over. I’ve turned her off. Damn.

“But I’ve changed my mind,” she continued. “I’m not just horny as fuck. I’m hornier than fuck. Actually, I’m hornier than fuck ever thought of being. So get those dicks of yours hard and DP me. Who wants which hole?”

Now, that was a pleasant turn of events!

Winnie pointed at me and asked, “You want my ass?”

“Hell yeah,” I replied.

And so I had it, and it was like no other ass I’d ever penetrated. I can’t describe it adequately, but I’ll say this. It will always be among the Top Five files in my spank bank, and the rest of that night rounded out the rest of that list!

As for details, remember that while I was boning Winnie’s butt, she was also about to take David’s big stiffy into her pussy. It took some doing, but we worked it all out. We DP’d her in various positions as the night wore on. You can probably picture some of them. The best thing was when the three of us discovered just the right rhythm, while beautiful blonde bombshell Judith urged us on. Winnie, David and I were riding a wave that would inevitably carry us to orgasm. But then Winnie said, “Stop!”

What now?

“David and Joe, when you’re ready, spray me. And Judith, join me under the sperm shower!” Winnie said.

OK, then!

We continued to fuck her for a minute or so more, but then David and I neared the point of no return. Within seconds, we were aiming our peens over the faces of those two charming but very different women. Our eruptions were epic. David shot his load first, and I followed a minute or so later. It was messy, that I’ll tell you. Very sticky and messy, but the girls reveled in it.

Like I said before: Top Five in the spank bank. Always and forever!