Solo socials and the one that’s not my type

 

I’d been out of work after a redundancy and Husband had an injury putting him on long term sick for 4 months. We had been on this journey at a time when, although childcare was a challenge, we were together all the time. We had met everybody together and all meets were together. Now that I was back to work full time, Monday to Friday, and Husband was back 24 hours a week, we suddenly found ourselves struggling to fit in ANYTHING!

We spoke about the need that we had to continue on this journey and how we could make that work with our other commitments. We decided to test out solo socials. The first one was with a bald, slim guy. Not what I would usually go for but I was intrigued by him. He stood his ground well and I liked that. My gut said he would delver a lot of pleasure.

So we met just outside Cambridge in a Holiday Inn and chatted away on the sofa. Boy, he was all kinds of charming. His smile electric and when he looked at me I felt the heat of a thousand suns! He was the epitome of perfect gentleman. He respected every boundary we outlined but left me under no doubt that he wanted me. Location and work was going to make a meet challenging so we pencilled in a fun date for a few weeks time. I patiently waited for him to come and get his hands on me and then one Saturday in between he messaged to say he was available. I jumped at the chance and getting ready for his arrival felt different than for others. Husband had never met him or spoken to him and was welcoming him into our home. When he got there, H sat in the other room and The Bald Guy and I sat down to chat. I felt more reserved and was determined that I wasn’t leading this encounter. What followed was the most exquisite tease as his hands worked there way over my body. He was the total opposite of some men, he knew exactly how a woman’s body worked and I felt the sensations rising within moments of his fingers slipping my underwear to the side. He stopped though. He moved. The balance of power swinging to him and back to me. Then he told me to undo his trousers and suck his cock.

The direct instruction had me whimpering and ready. I undid his trousers and I cannot put in to words the size and beauty of his cock. Already hard as a rock my eyes lit up with excitement. I licked and sucked and pushed so hard to take the whole thing down my throat but I was beaten. Until now only Iron Man and the Sprinter had been too big to deepthroat and they were both black guys. The Bald Guy was as white as they come and quite frankly he had the most incredible cock. I don’t know how long I spent sucking him but it was not enough. In the end he took me, he fucked me every way possible. He made me cum in ways that left my whole body shaking. The power dynamic was a favourite part of mine as we explored limits. He surprised me by fucking me on the sofa and pulling out to eat me. For someone who leans to being dominant and who had not opened foreplay with oral I had made an assumption that it wasn’t something he did but he lapped at my pussy and I was in a world of enjoyment despite my reservations about others doing that to me.

Looking back, I can’t even remember how or where he came. The whole evening was a blur of pleasure and the lasting impression was one of pain. It took me days to recover from the pounding but every day since then I have thought about his cock and am patiently waiting for my turn to come around. His work schedule and location mean that another meet may be a long way out but I will be ready and waiting for him to return.

The Bald Guy is the one that reminds me that swinging is not about dating. A sexual connection is very different to connecting for a date.