I made my wife Jemma a swing seat with a difference. It had a cut-out to make it much easier to get between her legs and either suck her or fuck her as she swung gently back and frow on my cock. There were also straps to keep her legs up and out the way. It was adjustable so that her legs could be set from the quarter to three position, right up to the five to one position with a lever under the seat. When it wasn't in use, it was under covers to keep it clean and dry from any bad weather. There was a patio area between our house and the neighbours. It was quite secluded by a six-foot fence and also an eight-foot hedge that I planted shortly after moving in.
Between Jemma's friends there were jokes about how their husbands or boyfriends performed. I was pleased to hear that I scored quite high and a few of the girls called me the stud. I never quite saw myself in that way but felt good that others might. Amongst Jemma's friends were Linda and Peter. By sheer luck when we bought our house on a new estate, five years back, they bought the one next door. I had often looked at Linda and thought that I would, given half a chance. I thought that I had caught her a few times looking at my crutch but couldn't be certain. I was also pretty sure that Peter had stood the other side of the fence and hedge listening to Jemma moan and groan as I fucked her on the swing seat one hot warm evening.
It was the morning after the night before, where Jemma and I had consumed lots of wine and I had spent ages licking and sucking at Jemma's pussy as I rocked her gently on the swing seat. Eventually despite that wine I got an erection and made very good use of it with Jemma who had gone from the Ooohs and Aaaahs of being licked, to the out and out moans and groans as I fucked her to a good climax. Afterwards as it had been a hot evening and we had too much wine we didn't cover the swing seat up and just went off to bed, where we eventually had second helpings.
Next morning in the rush to get to work Jemma was telling me about the plans she had for that day. I'm sorry to say it went in one ear and out the other. On returning home, I found an empty house. Then it came back to me that she had been telling me of her plans. If only I could remember what they were. I got changed out of my work clothes and decided that I would lounge in the garden and catch a bit of the sun while I could. As I pulled back the patio door, which I had failed to lock the night before, I could see Jemma on the swing seat with her legs in the straps at the quarter to three position.
She had her blanket that she had last night over her upper part of her body so all I could see was the legs and a pussy bulging in a pair of thin yellow panties. I had seen her like this before when she wanted to just tan her legs and not her upper body. It looked sexy as hell and thoughts of last nights fun flooded back. I went indoors and poured us each some wine and then went back out and stood them on the small table beside the swing seat.
It was far to tempting seeing her bulging pussy lips so I grabbed the kneeling pad I had also made and put it between her legs and then went in with my tongue. She jumped a little and let out an Oooh as my tongue licked over her pussy still inside her panties. It was followed by an Aaah as I stroked the bulge with my fingers. Then I was pulling the panties to one side. I was a little confused as Jemma had a neatly trimmed patch of brown hair, but this pussy was totally smooth and freshly shaved. I wondered if that was what she was telling me about this morning in my hurry. Anyway, I went in, and she started making lots of Ooohs and Aaahs as I worked her pussy over good with my tongue and fingers. It not only felt different having been shaved, but it also seemed to taste a bit different as well. Not that I was about to complain. Far from it, my cock was swelling nicely ready to do its duty and give us both plenty of pleasure.
It was time for those panties to come off and I tugged them from below her arse and a short way up her legs. To facilitate the easy removal, I operated the lever and as her legs were pulled into the five to two position, I heard her give a higher pitched Oooh. The panties now easily slid up her legs to her ankles. Then by easing a strap off her ankle I removed one leg of her panties. I eased her foot back into the strap and tightened it so her foot couldn’t escape. The straps have two positions one where Jemma can ease her own feet in and out the straps and the second where she has to rely on me to release her. I then did the same with the other foot and then gave the panties a quick sniff before throwing them on the table with our drinks.
There was another Oooh as I restored the lever and her legs dropped back fully open in the quarter to three position. Her pussy looked so inviting I just couldn’t refuse it one more licking before fucking it. There were lots more Ooohs and Aaahs as I went about my most pleasurable duty. Then my cock was ready for his duty, and I stood and removed my shorts and T shirt leaving me totally naked except for shoes.
I was quickly back between her legs and pushed the swing seat away a little and moved so I could hold my cock directly at her opening. Then by releasing my hold on the swing, gravity did the rest and my cock slid right in her pussy up to my balls. She squealed at the sudden penetration. I gave her a few seconds to get used to the feel of my cock before I started to push the swing away and again allow gravity to do the rest. We were soon in a steady rhythm and the Ooohs and Aaahs had been replaced by groans and moans.
The moans got louder as I again operated the lever and as her legs went up her pussy tightened on my cock. It felt tighter than usual, but I was far from questioning things as I was close to coming. Then I heard, “What the fuck!” as I turned to see who it was stood in the patio doorway, I felt the pussy contract on my cock, and I started to cum. I could feel strings of my cum shooting into the pussy pulsating on my cock.
It was now that I saw Jemma stood in the doorway looking pretty unhappy at me. It struck me that if Jemma was stood there who was under the blanket. I grabbed the blanket and pulled. The person under it tried to keep it in place but my tug was stronger, and it came away leaving a red-faced Linda looking up at me and Jemma.
Linda was trying to apologize to both Jemma and I saying it wasn’t my fault. I thought that Gemma was about to burst as Linda told the pair of us her story. Gemma told Linda the story she was about to hear had to be good. By this time my cock had gone limp and slipped from Linda’s pussy and cum was dripping from her pussy onto the patio. Linda asked to be released from the seat straps, but Jemma told her not until she had heard the story. I staggered to one of the other chairs and Gemma joined me on another.
It was my chance to get a word in and told Jemma I had no idea that it wasn’t her on the seat below the blanket. Then Linda started her story. She told us that Peter had gone to bed early the previous night and she had decided to sit in the garden and read her book. She had no sooner sat down when she heard Jemma start her Ooohs and Aaahs as I was licking her out on the swing seat. She said she tried not to listen, but it was impossible, and she soon moved nearer to the hedge and fence with her chair to hear what was happening.
Linda, along with Jemma’s other mates, had been told about the swing seat during a boozy night out with the girls. She said as she heard Jemma getting worked up and she found herself playing with her own pussy wishing it was her getting pleasured. Then when the Ooohs and Aaahs changed to moans and groans Linda told us that she brought herself off. She said that she sat there in a daze as I dragged Jemma indoors for our second session.
Being a hot night, I had all the windows of our bedroom wide open, and Linda was treated to another round of sexual moans and groans and ended up playing with herself yet again as she sat almost under our bedroom window. Afterwards she went indoors and tried to see if she could get Peter interested in sex. She was wasting her time and ended up laying there playing with herself again. As she did, she tried to imagine what it would be like on the swing seat that she had heard so much about.
The next day while I was at work and Jemma was off doing what Jemma does, Linda sneaked into our garden. There is a small gap at the bottom of our gardens where a half fence panel was blown down. I had been meaning to replace it for some time. Linda continued with her story saying that she had slipped through the gap and come up to where the swing seat was. She tried to visualize what I was doing the night before as Jemma made her noises. It was now that she sat on the seat. The seat bit is extra deep so one can lay on it with one’s arse just over the edge of the seat. Linda said she realized what the cut out was for and slid down so her arse was in the cut off trying to imagine a cock thrusting in and out her pussy as she was gently swung.
Then she spotted the straps. She kicked her shoes off and slipped her feet into the straps. She suddenly realized just how vulnerable she was with her feet holding her legs open. She said that it got her excited. She knew it was an hour or so before I would be home and probably two hours before Jemma would be home as she was out with Sophie for the afternoon. She said that she found her hand going to her pussy and rubbing it as she imagined a cock, any cock, ploughing her pussy as the swing rocked. She said she came quite hard and just lay there a bit in the afterglow of her self-pleasuring. When she decided it was time to retreat to her own garden, she found that she was stuck as she tried pulling her feet from the straps.
Both Jemma and I knew exactly what she meant. The first few times Jemma used it she too got stuck. The trick is not to pull but take the weight off the straps, point your toes and sort of wiggle your feet and the straps slip off fairly easily. But Linda wouldn’t know that.
She continued telling us that she struggled for a while and realized that she would have to wait for Jemma to get home and then embarrassed she would have to ask to be released. She found that the sun was very hot and put the blanket over herself to stop herself from burning. She said she started to doze in the warmth and just hoped that her legs didn’t get too frizzled in the sun.
That was where I came in. The first Linda knew of my presence was when my tongue slid across her pantie covered pussy and then my fingers took over. She said she was terrified to say anything but also extremely excited at being restrained and made use of. She told us that she hadn’t had sex for almost three months and was dying for some male attention. The feeling I was causing in her pussy took over and she lay there wondering when I would realize it wasn’t Jemma. She said that the more she made noises the more I seemed to enjoy myself licking and fingering her. She said she nearly said something when I started to remove her panties, but the excitement held her back.
Then when her legs were pulled up, she was shocked wondering what was coming next. Then when she felt me removing her panties, she said that all the pent up feeling in her were screaming at her to tell me to fuck her. It was now that she said that Peter seemed to have little to no sex drive at the moment and she was often left totally frustrated. It was made worse by the fact that she often heard us making love. She held off telling me to fuck her and then when her legs were suddenly back down, and I was back licking her she said that she came a little.
I had missed that. It must have been a small come. She said that she just hoped that I didn’t stop and take her all the way to a much bigger orgasm. That was when I moved and for a few moments she wondered if I had realized that it wasn’t Jemma that I was licking. From under the blanket, she couldn’t see me but could hear rustling and then the scraping noise as I moved the kneeling pad. She felt the swing move and heard me move. The next thing she knew was I had released the swing, and something was penetrating her as gravity pulled her onto my cock. She remembered squealing and thought that I might realize that it wasn’t Jemma. She said at that moment she prayed that I didn’t stop. Then her payers were answered as I used the swings movement to fuck her. She said she kept telling herself that when I found out the mistake she would ask me to fuck her to orgasm and then release her so she could go home and neither Peter or Jemma would be any the wiser and we would chalk it down to a mistake.
Then just when she thought things couldn’t get any better than the fucking she was getting, I operated the lever that brought her legs together making her pussy much tighter on my cock. It was now that her pussy convulsed and forced my cock to spew out my cum. It was also the same moment that Jemma caught us in the throes of climaxing.
Having told us what had transpired, and I was partially vindicated, I was sent indoors for another glass and the bottle of wine. I was stunned that Jemma wasn’t furious instead she seemed to be sympathising with Linda. On my return Jemma had loosened the restraint straps and was telling Linda how to free herself. Linda did it several times to see that she could release herself. As I poured Jemma a glass of wine, she was asking Linda if she was satisfied by our shag. Linda said it was much better as she started to sit up still showing her red puffy pussy lips that I had recently abused.
Then to my utter amazement Jemma told Linda that if she needed any more, she knows where the swing seat is. I wasn’t quite sure what Jemma meant. Was she suggesting that she come round, and I fuck her again, or that she just play on her own on the swing seat. Either way I was hopeful to get another sighting if not more of Linda’s pussy. Then Jemma made it completely clear when she turned to me and asked if I minded servicing Linda again if she wanted me to. I was quick to say that I would be pleased to help Linda out any time she needed fucking.
This arrangement lasted for almost eight years. Peter changed jobs and the pressures were off and suddenly he could perform again. My services were no longer required although Linda did sneak round a few more times. Then they moved away. We still get and send Christmas cards and Linda writes cryptic messages that Peter wouldn’t understand. She reminds us of our help in keeping her sane as she puts it.
