Being asked about my meets today took me down memory lane, and I thought I'd share the time my proverbial swinging cherry was well and truly taken in deepest, darkest Robin Hood country.

I'd been an SH member for a while and, as a single male, found it difficult to get beyond the initial message stage. I know, fetch my tiny violin!

Anyway, I've always approached this side of my life as a journey, and nothing that is easy is worth having. I approach this lifestyle with respect and discretion, I can't imagine the scale of love a man must have for his wife to indulge her desire to have other men. I'm grateful to all of you that do. It makes for an interesting life lived.

So over the course of a week or so, I got to know Bob and Alison (not their real names) over messages and chat. I think based on the respect I approached them with and some images provided, they decided to give me a shot. We arranged to meet in a pub car park a few nights later in early spring.

The night arrived, and I'll not deny I was nervous as hell. I'd not seen either of them yet (risky, I guess, but it adds to the frisson). What if I ended up punching above my weight, or worse, they looked like they'd battled a combine harvester? All these thoughts were going through my head, along with a febrile excitement and a throbbing cock as I journeyed to the meeting point.

I arrived 15 mins ahead of the appointed time and parked up in a corner of a pub car park. Time passes, and cars come and go - the anticipation is almost unbearable when a large Ford reverses into place alongside me. Like some dodgy drug deal, two faces turn left in unison to check me out. A stern-looking Bob and a beaming Alison, an attractive BBW, who is excitedly clapping when she lays eyes on me. Did the ego no harm at all!

Intros made, Bob said, follow us; there's a great spot about a mile away. So off we tootle me following, cock harder than ever, wondering how this will go down. Is the rest of Alison going to be as fab as her beaming face? Will she be shaved or au naturelle? So many questions and very little distance until it all becomes clear.

In what seems like a lifetime and no time at all, we arrive in a clearing opposite Sherwood Forest. Engines off. This is it. No going back. Time to lose my swinging virginity...

Alison moves round to the passenger side of their car and beckons me over. We start with light French kissing, she works her hands down my shirt front, unbuttoning me to run her hands through my chest hair. She makes an appreciative noise and then lets her left-hand wander further south. A dirty chuckle comes from her as she feels my thick cock straining at my jeans. "Hadn't we better let him get some air?" She provocatively suggests. Who am I to argue?

I unbelt, pop my flies and let her see I'm commando, which gets a very naughty smirk and a raised eyebrow. Bob's keeping watch of the road and the action as she shuffles my jeans down to my knees as she repositions herself on the door sill of their MPV. Her hands are slightly cold, which makes me all the harder, and she takes her time assessing what's in her hands. She gently teases me with her nails across my balls and uses both hands to stroke my shaft very gently. Not quite a tickle but very little friction.

Once she's happy, she leans in and envelopes my throbbing head, still encased in its foreskin. Slowly and delicately, she works it into her mouth sensually. She comes up for air and starts to wank me, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the purple head of my cock, already glistening with pre-cum. Spying this, snake-like, her tongue flicks out to lick it up.

I'm already thinking, fuck I'm not going to be able to hold on for long if this is the way it's going to go. I start to feel her voluptuous breasts beneath her thin summer dress and love that she's braless. I joke that she seems unfairly overdressed. She agrees and stands up to let me pull the dress off her. We deposit it in the car, and she settles down to some serious deep-throat action. The sound of her saliva coating my cock as she bobs faster and faster has me on the edge. As I feel my spunk getting ready to abandon ship, I suggest that's more than enough attention for me and how about it being her turn.

We relocate to the back seat. Alison lays across the back and rests one leg in the gap between the body and the open back door. Bob takes up station at the head end, and I survey the gorgeous-looking shaven pussy in front of me. Showtime!

I work my tongue up and around her vulva with very light contact with my tongue. She smells divine, of rose water, and is scrupulously clean. It makes going for it a no-brainer. With her lips starting to part, I work my way up towards her clit, rolling my tongue around it. I vary the speed and position with stabs inside her pussy with my tongue. She shuffles her bum towards me, grabs hold of a handful of hair and pulls me closer.

Getting into my stride, I try my best to tease her, licking, flicking and nibbling her clit, licking her labia and starting to insert a finger. By this point, I must have been down there a good 10 minutes, and I'll not lie; my jaw was seizing up. Coming up for air, I continue with a gentle fingering. Alison is now getting into the mood and starts domming Bob, which is horny as fuck.

I add an extra finger and start to work a slow but steady rhythm. Alison is demanding Bob pay proper attention to her boobs. What a sight, I'm two fingers in, and all I can see is Bob's shaven head engulfed by 40DD tits. Heaven. I quickly add a third finger as Alison gets wetter and wetter. This is quickly followed by a fourth. I pick the speed up, Bob's got all his work cut out for him massaging and chewing on her gargantuan mammaries. If only we'd had some lube, I reckon she'd have taken the full fist. But we didn't, and I wasn't going to let that stop bringing this amazing BBW to a shuddering climax.

Bob's like one of those magicians spinning plates trying to ensure Alison's top half gets the attention she needs whilst I start to build to a rhythm I won't be able to keep up forever. I pull out to roll up my sleeve. It was going to be covered in cum otherwise. Bob's allowed a brief respite from tit duty until I go back in for the final act. Hand nearly fully in her sopping wet cunt I build and build the force, speed and pressure. I can feel her pussy walls squeezing the back of my hand, as Alison's hips start to twitch, her moans of "my tits, my tits, Bob, squeeze my tits" become more urgent and fevered. I think she's going to break my hand as she starts to thrash in ecstasy, moaning and writhing around. I'm about spent as she lets out a low guttural moan and squeezes the fuck out of my now-trapped hand.

As her climax subsides, her legs relax, and I retrieve my cum soaked hand and offer it to her to lick clean. Even Bob's allowed some. I finish off the clean up

We clean up, exchange a parting kiss, and I head home back up the M1, having had one of the wildest and most liberating sexual experiences of my life. I'm no longer a swinging virgin.