Learning to Let Go
Copyright© 2018 by KingBandor
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Dan and Jenny begin learning to let go and enjoy the idea of swinging. They start out at a bar, move on to an adult theater, then end up at a swinger's club.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Porn Theatre
As we drove from the Adult Theater, Jenny slid close to me and snuggled up against my side. I kissed her hard, with my arm around her.
“I love you, Jenny,” I told her.
“You’re just saying the because you’re horny.” She laughed and rubbed my thigh.
“Well,” I started to say, “I am horny as hell, but I love you even when I’m not horny.”
I told her that I realized that Phil and Teresa seemed alright. I guess his reaction to the black guy groping her had won me over. I had put thoughts of the black guy out of my head, but this conversation brought it back.
“I can’t believe that guy just started feeling you up like that. You didn’t seem to mind his hand.” I chuckled as I said it, then asked, “Did you realize he was feeling your ass?”
She didn’t answer right away. She finally spoke, “I was kind of turned on and caught up in what I was doing to you.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t answer my question. I could tell by your reaction you noticed it. It didn’t bother you?”
I could tell she was thinking of how to answer me. I waited, and she said, “Well, under the circumstances, It didn’t bother me. I was surprised, of course, but I was so turned on. I thought it was Phil.”
I laughed, “Oh, so that made it ok?”
She giggled, “Well, yeah.”
Her words surprised me a little. I wasn’t sure why it would have been ok for Phil to have been doing it. So, I asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” she started to explain, “I felt his hand on my ass, and I was surprised. But, then my ass was basically sticking in Phil and Teresa’s faces. So when he touched my ass and rubbed my pussy, I just assumed it was Phil. It felt good, so I was ok with it. I liked it. But, then when he started fingering me and pushed his fingers into me, I could tell it wasn’t Phil, but I wasn’t sure what was going on. I figured you would protect me, so I just enjoyed the feeling.”
I was getting turned on again, and my cock was hard, but I was also confused. “I don’t understand. How did you know it wasn’t Phil fingering you?”
“I wasn’t sure, but it felt different. The fingers felt much larger than Phil’s did.” She answered, giggling.
“Wait, what?” I asked, “What do you mean felt bigger than Phil’s?”
“I mean his fingers were much bigger than when Phil had fingered me.”
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