Banging His Swinger Girlfriend
SwingLifeStyle is my number one source of meeting married and attached women. Always a good idea to have husband/boyfriend approval: Sex is good, shot is bad.
Swinger Girlfriend is a hot as fire blonde. Thin, tall, long legged and hot as can be. Her husband is a super nice guy, and best of all, loves to watch his wife (my new swinger girlfriend) get banged.
After Saturday night, I suggested that the three of us go do some Christmas shopping at the mall. Swinger Girlfriend was starting to get nervous about starting Christmas shopping so late, so I knew she would jump on this. I call Km, but Km said he couldn’t go, and he suggested that I call his wife, and set up a shopping date.
Swinger Girlfriend and I chat on SwingLifeStyle and we talk once. We schedule it, and she picks me up at the car repair place – routine maintenance – and we start at Books a Million.
As we walk the bookstore looking, I can’t help but notice that Swinger Girlfriend is beautiful. Thin sleeveless top, sexy tight jeans and wickedly stylish boots. I can’t help thinking about the other night. I’m ready to start kissing her right then and there.
We leave, and I hold her car door open for her (she’s driving since my car is in the shop). We drove to the mall, we had another one of The Talks. My swinger girlfriend’s husband is one heck of a nice guy. When you are a wife banger, you always have to think of the other man before yourself. Their SwingLifeStyle profile showed high interest in couples and females, low interest in single males. So, I’ve been pretty lucky.
We talk. Turns out, Km is entirely comfortable with us hanging out for the day – actually turns him on, and he is probably wired like me: If I kissed her, it would turn him on.
As we are shopping, the sexual tension builds. She wants me, and I want her. Cf and Km are even texting about our Frisky Friday plans. Cf & I want a repeat of Saturday night. But Km is not there, so no kissing, no touching, no back seat banging . . . it actually felt like we were on a date.
They text some more, and then she shows me her phone: “Go ahead. Do him and kiss him. Just tell me about it when u 2 are done.”
Holy Hell. We are thirty minutes from her place and thirty-five from mine.
No problem: The mall is crowded, her windows are tinted in the back, and dress shirts adorn one of the back seat area hanger things over the rear door. We park as remotely as we can, vehicles are all around us, it’s cold and rainy, so people aren’t gong to linger, the windows are tinted, and we put one of the shirts on the other side for extra privacy. And I bang her for almost an hour in the parking lot of the shopping mall. This beautiful blonde is bouncing on my cock, tits in my face, smiling and kissing me, cumming over and over again.
Life. Is good.
