Following our first encounter by chance in a carpark in the middle of the Peak District, I exchanged numbers with a horny couple, let's call them Mr and Mrs D. For a couple of weeks we texted each other and sent each other pics. We chatted about the lifestyle and how I was new to it, but most definitely very keen to meet again, and experiment a bit more. Finally we decided to meet in a cosy little pub, not far from where we had met that fateful night.

As I walked in I saw them both sitting on a table on a quiet corner, and after getting a bottle of red and, glasses for us all, I went to join them. I had some serious butterflies remembering our previous meet and looking forward to some more naughty times with them, though as far as I knew we were just meeting for a quiet drink and a civilised (fully dressed) chat.

As I approached, Mr D. stood and greeted me as if we had been friends forever, and shook my hand with a big smile, which put me at ease straight away, Mrs D remained sat, and just as I remembered, looked at me with piercing blue eyes, and very flirtatious smile. As I turned to her I had to lean to say hi and give her a couple of kisses. I couldn't help but notice that her shirt was very tight. Only the top button was open, but still that allowed me a nice view of her cleavage. I could feel an awakening in my trousers, and thought I'd better take a seat before it became too obvious.

We had a nice bit of small talk, weather, traffic and such, while having our drinks, until eventually we got to the matter on everyone's mind, and our talks turned to steamier topics. They told me about them being swingers and regularly inviting others to join in their fun. I was a bit shocked at how openly They talked about their very extensive and wild sex life over the years. They seemed very willing to try anything, at least once, not that there were much they had not yet tried.

I told them how me and my partner have a much more "traditional" relationship. I definitely have a much bigger sexual drive than her. It is generally me who has to instigate things, and she is generally almost never up to try anything out of good ol'missionary. She even finds it quite akward just talking about sex, or just talking at all through it, never mind dirty talk, or simply saying "I like this, or fuck me like that...". When we have sex, sadly nowhere near as often as I'd like, it tends to be quite quick and straight to the point, without ever really exploring fantasies or kinks or even wanting to spend much time with foreplay. Don't get me wrong, I'll happily take it over wanking whenever I can, but many times, it almost feels like sex is a chore or something she does to humour me rather than a fun, pleasurable experience.

Obviously, the contrast was quite refreshing, and chatting so open and candidly, with so many sordid details with this guys had me rock hard. I found it incredibly sexy listening to Mrs D., someone who clearly knew what she liked, and was happy to just go for it, so comfortable and empowered in her own skin. It might have helped as well, the fact that once again she kept staring right into my eyes with a wicked, wicked smile, and kept licking her lips in a very suggestive way before every sip of her drink. Also since the beginning of our conversation, she had casually opened 3 more buttons of her shirt, an by now the views were imposible to keep my eyes away from. The tight shirt was now working hard to keep its contents in, and I could see the edge of a nice, delicate, lacy black bra, almost see through.

By this point we had finished the bottle of wine, so I offered to get another, but Mrs D. Said that she needed to go "powder her nose". She insisted that she'd bring some more on her way back, so she left me to chat a bit with Mr D. I got up to let her walk through to the toilet, and as she did, she rubbed my hard on with her ass, then turned back and winked at me, to let me know that it was not by accident. She then walked away swinging her fabulous behind. Only at that point I realised how short her skirt was. I could tell as she walked away, that she knew that I was looking almost hypnotised, still standing like an idiot with a raging boner.

"I can tell that you are enjoying the view" smirked Mr D. Pointing at my crotch and bringing me out of my trance. I nodded sheepishly and sat down while blushing a bit. "yes, sorry, She is just stunning, sorry" I mumbled. "Don't worry, it's good to know, I'm pretty sure she really likes you too" he smiled. We continued to talk for a bit until I felt Mrs D's hand grabbing my shoulder from behind. "Can I come through? " she asked, her lips whispering right in my ear. Once again, when I stood up, she made sure to rub herself against me, bringing the erection I had just barely managed to get rid of straight back up. As she sat down, she whispered something that I could not hear into her husband's ear, and in turn he replied, and they both smiled as they looked at me. Mrs D. Looked down and said, "I just dropped something, under the table, would you be a dear and fetch it for me?". As I went down to get it, I realised it was her pants, matching the black lace bra, and the second I did, I saw her legs open revealing her beautiful pussy. In my shock, I banged my head on the table and quickly picked the pants and got back in my seat. "I can be really clumsy sometimes, please forgive me" She said as she took the pants of my hands and put them in her purse. I was almost unable to speak. "Also, I know it is our round now, but I think I am done here, would you perhaps, like to come to ours for one more drink?". No man has ever stood, put his jacket on, and run into his car as fast as I did...

After a very short drive following their car and finding it really hard to try and focus on the road, we arrived to their home and I pulled over in the driveway next to their car. They let me in and told me to make myself comfortable in their front room while they went to the kitchen. When they came back in, with a bottle of prosecco on ice and some glasses, she grabbed my hand and said: "Let's not pretend that we came here just for a drink" and gave me a quick kiss and a wink. Without any further words, she lead me upstairs, and as she walked ahead, I could see the promised land and half of her round naked ass under her skirt, riding higher with every step. She took me into their room and sat me on the edge of the bed, while Mr D still downstairs locked the door and started bringing the drinks upstairs. She then stood in front of me and slowly started opening all the buttons of her shirt, took it off and threw it at me. Just then Mr D. Walked into the room,put some music on, poured the prosecco and passing me a glass said "Enjoy the show". He gave Mrs D. a pat in the ass and sat himself in a chair in the opposite corner of the room sipping his drink quietly.

Mrs. D was slowly dancing to the music, closer and closer to me, just sitting there sipping my prosecco since my mouth and throat were dry with excitement and anticipation. She turned around and started swinging her ass so close to my face that I could feel her heat. I tried to touch her but she just turned around and grabbed my hand "Not so quick, it's flattering to see how eager you are, but you'll do what I ask you, when I ask you to do it. " and gently but firmly, put it back on my lap. She turned around again, and continued to dance so tantalisingly close to me that I could smell her perfume. She was in charge, and I loved it. She asked me to open her bra and I did with shaky hands, then she took it off and continued her dance with her back turned to me. I could feel my dick throbbing on my pants and a bit of wetness as the precum started leaking out. I saw Mr D. Was also enjoying himself, drinking quietly in his corner, big smile across his face while stroking his dick over his trousers. She asked me to unzip her skirt and pull it down, as it felt down to her feet and she stepped out, there she was, still with her back to me but now totally naked, revealing that fantastic ass that I had not seen before and sensually touching her body as she danced. A couple of times as she bent down a bit I caught a glimpse of her labia, believe me when I say that I was struggling to stay sitting still in front of that, it was taking all I had not to throw myself to her.

Then she finally turned around and faced me in all her naked glory but in the split second it took for my jaw to drop to the floor, she covered my eyes with her hand, and then blindfolded me with her shirt that was still resting on my lap. I was left in darkness as She took the prosecco glass of my hand and put it away somewhere. She then grabbed my hands and put them on her hips as she continued to swing side to side to the music and proceeded to unbutton my shirt and very slowly stroke my neck and chest. Then nothing, she moved away and I heard some steps, she went to Mr D. And asked him weather he was having fun seeing his wife about to fuck a younger, better looking model. He pretty much just grunted a yes and she told him he was allowed to get his little willy out and touch himself, but to remember that under no circumstances was he to come unless told so. Then silence, a clinking of a glass, she drank some of her prosecco and then the steps came closer again. I could feels her breath in my ear as she ordered me to stand up. As I did, she took off my shirt and continued to stroke my torso. Suddenly, both her hands grabbed my neck and pulled my body against her, I could feel her heat and her hard nipples against my chest. I felt her getting closer to my face until our lips were just about touching and she started kissing me, softly at first then more and more passionately. Her hands behind me stroking my back vigorously. At that point I couldn't really hold any more, first tentatively, I got my hands slowly on her hips and as she groaned with approval, I started exploring her, hugged her tight against me, my hands all over her ass, back, neck and gently pulling her hair. My crotch pushed hard against hers. The kissing got more intense too, our breathing 100 miles an hour and our tongues deep in each other's mouth. Suddenly she let go and stopped kissing me, pushed me hard, so I fell on the bed. She told me to chill out and remember that she was the one in charge. I felt her take my shoes and socks off then unbottoned my trousers and started tugging until they came off. So there I was, blindfolded still and down to just my pants, my big dick pulsating and as hard as its ever been. Mrs D. Kneeled in the bed next to me and felt me softly over my pants. "Dear oh dear! It looks like this bad boy wants releasing, don't mind if I do!" With that she started slowly pulling my pants down until other than her shirt blindfolding me I was fully naked. "Wow, you really are big... Can you see Mr D.? This is what a proper cock looks like. I'm going to have to take my time, and really take advantage of this while I have it." She then started stroking, licking and kissing all over my body and every time she would stop and move right away whenever it seemed like she was finally getting close to my dick, standing hard, and pulsating. I was almost light headed, with all of my blood just pumping straight into my neglected penis. After what felt like a long time teasing me, she said I was now finally allowed to remove the blindfold, and what a vision awaited for me, she was on all four, her face right next to my crotch. Looking at me with a filthy smile and a hungry twinkle in her eyes, her tits dangling and her ass pointed right up. Finally, very slowly she got to what I had been waiting for all this time "I am now gonna eat this cock Mr D., I think I will struggle given the little thing you got me used to though" With this, she finally got her hands on me, and I felt shivers all over my body as both her hands grabbed my shaft and gently started stroking it. She then opened her mouth and while looking right into my eyes started licking gently with the very tip of her tongue, until she got to the tip. As she pulled away I could see a little string of precum stretching from my tip to her tongue. She wiped it off of me with her hand and put it in her mouth. "Mmmm, not only you look good, you taste great too. I hope you are ready for what's coming your way", she smiled her dirtiest smile.

With this the testing was done, Mrs D threw herself to my dick, and while stroking my balls she started sucking, masterfully. My whole length kept disappearing deep into her mouth and out again at furious speed, as if she was trying to get me to explode as quick as possible after having just taken all that time before even touching it. It wasn't long until my breathing turned into moaning and my whole body was tensing, trying hard to hold it in just a bit longer. Then just as I was ready to surrender to it all, and just let go, she grabbed my balls and shaft really hard and said sternly. "Oh no you don't! Don't you dare spill one drop, you don't get to until I have had my fun too, it's the gentlemanly thing to do." As soon as she was satisfied that I had got the message, she crawled forward over me, her arms and legs on either side of my body, her boobs hanging just over my face until eventually her magnificent, smooth and very wet pussy was wide open right on top of my face. "Do you need me to spell out what I want you to do?" she asked impatient? Certainly I didn't. I stuck my tongue out and started feasting, holding he's ass with both hands and pulling her crotch right into my face. She was dripping wet and started to rock side to side as my tongue stretched to get in as deep as possible. I was savouring every second and could feel that her clit was as hard as I was myself. I could hear Mrs D. breathing faster and her moans becoming increasingly louder. This went on for a while, I kept gradually increasing the rhythm, timing it with her hip's movements, harder each time, turning into thrusts. I moved one of my hands from her ass and started fingering her pussy and massaging her asshole, so wet with her juices and my saliva that the tips of my fingers were sliding in almost effortlessly. At some point as she was obviously getting almost to the point of extasis, she crawled a bit more forward and fully sat on my face like no one had ever before. She was resting her full weight on me, and I was struggling to breath as she was literally riding my face, thrusting harder and harder. Even though my whole head was covered and her tighs tight around my ears I could hear her screaming louder and louder. My tongue was starting to hurt and struggling to keep up when I finally felt her thighs increase the pressure to a point where I could not move at all, her whole body started shaking, and she screamed as if someone was stabbing her, while pulling my hair with both her hands. When she rolled and freed me to breathe again, my face and hair were literally drenched with her cum and there was a wet patch on the bed around where my head had been. She laid on her back for a bit, and still trying recover, she said in between deep breaths "That was a job well done, I hope you were taking notes Mr D., now come here and fuck me stud, you've thoroughly earned it."

She did not have to ask twice, after I had been denied before, I was ready to explode and I knew it would not take much. I quickly wiped my face of sweat and her plentiful juices on the bedsheets and the roles were swapped as I roughly flipped her upside down, stood by the side of the bed and pulled her hips up towards my palpitating dick, leaving her on all fours. I grabbed her firmly, and she was so wet that I slid myself right in, balls deep barely having to push. She let out a yelp and I started thrusting as hard and fast as I could like a total maniac. "Make... sure.... you... pull... out!" she said, her voice cutting with the violent thrusts "Mr D.... Enjoys... the... cleaning... part". It didn't take more than two minutes, and as she moaned, coming yet again, I pulled out and exploded all over her back, ass and pussy, groaning like an animal and totally exhausted after the intense fucking.

As she remained there still on her hands and knees, shaking and dripping both her juices and mine, I collapsed on my back, my face red, right next to hers, both breathing heavy and smiling satisfied.

The second I looked down, Mr D. Seemed to have teleported, without a word, he was already, dutyfully licking clean our mess. Taking care not to miss one bit, he buried his face between her legs and then methodically kept going up her ass and back until every trace of cum, both mine and hers had been totally removed (at least from her body if not the bedsheets). While he was hard at work, Mrs D grabbed my hair again, pulled my face towards her and kissed me slow, wet and sensually.

"You too, you are also a good boy, if nowhere near as big..." She smirked to Mr D. condescending once he was done, "Come here and claim your reward". I was desperately thirsty, so as Mrs D. started rewarding her husband by giving him some attention for the first time in the evening, I retrieved my drink which I had to gulp down with real thirst and sat down to recover in Mr D. 's corner. I poured myself another drink and got comfortable watching them go. She was insatiable and without missing a beat, had him lie down on his back and proceeded to sat on his cock just as she had done on my face a while earlier. Seeing her holding her hair up while riding untireable, empowered and horny as hell while he groped her tits got me hard again. Just as Mr D. Had done before, I started stroking while enjoying my, by now, not so cold prosecco.

As much as it was her reward, Mrs D made it clear, that he was not allowed to cum until she was ready to do so again. She continued to ride him, pulling out periodically whenever he begged her to stop so he wouldn't come. Whenever this happened she'd rub her clit with a tiny vibrator that she had produced from God knows where until he was ready to go again. In one of this stops she saw me jerking off and said, "Lovely to see that you still got some more on you, but don't waste it with Mrs Palm, come over and let me help you."

So there we were, Mr D. lying down, Mrs D. Riding him, while he groped her, and me standing in the bed with him lying between my legs while she sucked my cock again. After not much of this she got my dick out of her mouth and told Mr D. that she was ready to come, so pretty quickly, they were both moaning with pleasure under me while I grabbed her hair and muffled her screams with my cock and balls. Once done she turned her full attention to me again, and with Mr D. Still inside her, started sucking faster and faster to get the job done. Meanwhile she was cupping my balls with one hand, and after spitting in the other several times, she lubricated my ass and stuck a couple of fingers in to massage my prostate. Just the sucking by itself would have sufficed , but the combination of the three meant that soon she had a mouthful of my cream. When I pulled out she wiped some cum dribbling from her mouth with the same fingers that had just been up my ass, and once again stared at me as she licked them clean. I had to sit down on the bed not to collapse on top of Mr D. The second I did, his wife and also my new lover went down and kissed him transferring to his mouth the entirety of my load. Of course he swallowed it happily and as Mrs D. Finally rolled over and lied down, he went down and cleaned his own.

We all lied down in the bed for several minutes recovering. Until Mrs D. said, "let's get you clean then, we can not send you back home smelling of someone else's, shall we say... 'perfume'?"

Once again she took my hand and lead me to the shower where she soaped and scrubbed my whole body (with special attention given to certain areas).

After this I got dressed, while we went back to percectly civilised small talk, as if the last few hours had not happened since we met at the pub.

As I left the house, she sent me on my way with one last kiss and the promise of more fun to come. It was only after they had already closed the door and I went to get my car keys from my jacket that I realised that she had taken her pants from her purse and sneaked them in my pocked as a memento. I must have sat in the car for at least 15 minutes before I managed to pull myself together again and get driving.

To this date this remains one of the most memorable nights of my life, still just one of a handful spent with Mr and Mrs D.