Naughty Extract From The Most Erotic Book Ever..I remember one Sunday when I was lazing about the house wearing a white vest top and jeans, no bra on and no socks or shoes. My husband had invited a few friends around to watch the footie so I decided to read a book I had bought for the occasion. You know the type, erotic but romantic novel. I was lazing on a big old sofa we have at the bottom of the kitchen resting my head against its arm, legs outstretched in front of me on the sofa book in my hands at my waist as I began reading. The window to the back garden was at the other end of the sofa and I could see it was a lovely day outside.
Occasionally the sunlight peeked out from behind a cloud finding it’s was through the window and onto my bare feet, warming them as if it was my own personal ray of sunlight. My back was to the kitchen door, which was opened and led along the hall to the front door so I heard his mates arriving but I didn’t turn around to say hello as I was engrossed in my book. I’m sure they saw me reading as the veered off the hall and into the living room but no-one acknowledged me.
I could hear the chatter and the noise from the TV but it didn’t distract me from my novel. Occasionally someone would come in to collect beers from the fridge and I knew some of his friends but not all. The ones I knew asked how I was to which I replied fine not wanting to start up a conversation. Then a different approach as one of his friends came up behind me looking over my shoulder and asked me what I was reading. I didn’t want to be rude so I began telling him the story about the two lovers. I then felt something. At first I didn’t know what it was, because it was so light, until he pressed the weight of his hands fully onto my shoulders. I didn’t move as I continued with the story, feeling the warmth of his hands sinking into my shoulders with the sunlight on my feet I felt heat at each end of my body. His hands seemed to tremble as I told of how the lovers spent the night together. His thumbs began massaging my neck gently as I disclosed their sexual encounter and then his left hand became lighter. I could no longer feel its warmth but I could feel it shaking as it moved, edging forward. His fingertips lightly caressed the front of my neck and then further down my chest before one swift movement took his hand straight inside my vest. I wasn’t expecting it but my body remained motionless as his left hand was now holding my left breast. My story telling was getting more erratic and my breathing heavier as my concentration shifted from what I was saying to what I was feeling. His warm hand was holding my breast and my nipple was rising into the palm of his hand as the heat from his hand surged into my body through my breast, warming me all over as he gently massaged my boob.
A shout came, ‘Hurry up with them beers!’ and he was gone. His hand was gone and the warmth had gone along with it. I felt like all my heat had left with his hand as he whisked it away in a flash and I shivered as I regained my composure. I sat quivering before realising I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. I felt different, kinda strange, I wasn’t sure at first what I felt until I realised I wanted more. I questioned myself, why did he do this? Would he do it again? Oh how I willed it. I wanted it. I wanted his hand on me again, feeling me and making me warm.
I tried to read on but couldn’t concentrate, waiting on each beer run and hoping it would be my guy but he never returned. Different men came and went with their beer but not my guy.
I eventually got up and decided to make a start on dinner. I remember standing in the kitchen chopping carrots when he finally arrived. We glanced at one another and he looked away, sheepishly, as he took the beers from the fridge and set them on the breakfast bar.
I willed him to come to me, in my mind longing for him and then he answered my call. He came up beside me and asked me what I was making. I hadn’t seen him before and didn’t know for sure it was him at first until I saw his sheepish look and then I certain. It was further confirmed when he spoke as I remembered his voice. Seeing him for the first time made me want him even more. He had beautiful blue eyes and lovely lips that I wanted to touch. When I answered him by simply saying, ‘I’m making stew’, I lifted a piece of chopped carrot up to his mouth. I was dying to touch his beautiful lips and as he took the carrot in his mouth his lips kissed my fingers. They were soft and moist and I loved the way they gently stroked my finger tip and as I drew my hand away he came behind me, leaning over my shoulder as I continued to chop. Then he whispered in my ear, ‘Tell me more about your book, about the lovers?’ His warm breath sent shivers down my spine and my body tingled in anticipation of his touch.
I closed my eyes and began to tell him once again about what I had read before feeling his hands on my hips. I could feel his thumbs going to work and caressing my back before his fingers fumbled their way inside my vest top. I almost licked my lips when his warm fingers found my skin tingling my sides with excitement. That time his right hand quivered, as I retold the story, before inching upwards towards the underside of my breast. I had the knife gripped tightly in my right hand, knuckles white and clenched around it, as my body tightened in anticipation of his warm gentle touch. I felt my left hand leave the counter and fall to my side as if it had a mind of its own. All my concentration was fixed on his right hand under my right breast. Please feel me, I was thinking as my left arm swung under his and around my back finding his crotch and resting there. I then gripped his hard shaft tightly through his jeans and he finally slipped his hand up to my breast, cupping it firmly before massaging gently, just as he had done before.
It felt like heaven as my body eased and I let go of the knife. My other hand slid firmly up and down the front of his jeans and I could feel his body arch towards me but then it was over in a flash, just like before. No-one called him that time but he still felt that his time was up and so he let go and turned away. Grabbing the beers as he walked past he didn’t even turn to look at me.
He left me wanting more, wanting to feel his lips again and to feel his warmth as we kissed. I wanted to kiss him so badly!
I stayed in the kitchen willing his return but he didn’t come back and when the footie was over everyone left.
I wondered about him for a while after that and about the little things like his name, where he was from and how he knew my husband. I chatted to my husband to find out details, anything at all but I never really found out much. I didn’t want to ask too many questions for fear I would alert my husband to my desire for his friend.
I was therefore surprised, but very excited, when he turned up at one of our parties. It was a swinging party but although there were about 4 couples there swapping partners I had invited some girl-friends to make it more of a party and he had invited some of his mates to make up the numbers. I was happy to see him but disappointed also as I was already matched that night with another man. His wife was spending the evening with my husband.
He was a nice man, older than me and quite distinguished. He had a good job and was smartly dressed in a suit and open necked shirt. He had a thick head of dark hair with some grey through it. He had swarthy skin and small dark eyes with a big wide grin. He was pleasant and I enjoyed his company but he didn’t exactly set my world alight. I got chatting to him and we sat together on the sofa.
My mind was wondering though to my other guy, my husband’s footie friend, my handsome stranger, my groper even. I caught his eye a few times and it sent shivers down my spine, like the shivers when he left me the first time. It was as if my body shivered without him, needing him.
I sat with my date for the evening on the sofa facing him. He was at one end of the sofa turned to me and I was in the middle turned to him. One of my legs was lifted onto the sofa and my foot was resting under the other leg which was rooted to the ground. He too was turned to me in a similar way. I was wearing a short black cotton dress. From the front it looked like a baggy sweatshirt but it was backless, tied behind the neck with a fine cord. It covered my backside, just about as if it was a short skirt all the way round. Without a back I couldn’t wear a bra but my boobs were fully covered at the front.
My right arm rested on the back of the sofa, as did his left so our hands were touching where they met. We were feeling each others hands as we chatted, sliding our fingers up and down each others, my nails sometimes tickling the palm of his hand. It felt nice. As we stared into each other’s eyes his other hand gently stroked my leg in front of him. His finger tips tickled it at times. My other hand would occasionally find the top of his leg also and I would rub his leg using my nails to gently scratch it as I pulled my hand back toward me.
I was thinking about our hands when I felt something touch my back. I could no longer concentrate on my hands as they began to fix their position, no longer moving.
It was like a knuckle sliding up my spine from the ba
The hand became adventurous and went to my right side next to the sofa. My back was warm and my side getting hotter as it reached around and grabbed at my boob. I knew it was my guy as I had I felt his gentle groping before and recognised the warmth of his hand as once again my nipple rose to greet him. The man in front of me had no idea what was going on or how horny I was feeling but just in case he found me out, I took my left hand and lifted it to his face. I’m sure I breathed in air as my nipple was pinched.
I took his face in my hand and pulled him to me kissing him and snogging him wildly as my guy groped my breast.
Then just as he had done each time before he was gone, slipping away without a word and without me noticing as my tongue was tied to my man for that night. I wanted to be with the guy not with that man I wanted things to be different. I was looking around for him after that every time I went for a top up or to the toilet until I eventually found him in the kitchen chatting to a girl. She had her arms locked around his waist as they laughed and chatted. I wanted to be that girl, to be close to him, to have his warm gentle hands on me again. I was actually jealous! I couldn’t believe it at first but I was green with envy as I watched them and chatted to my friend. I waited until she finally let go of him, perhaps to get another drink, but she left him alone and I saw my chance. I raised my head towards him nodding at him and then gestured with my head for him to follow me. As I left the kitchen he followed me into the utility room and I headed to the back-door where he caught up with me. ‘Come with me’ I said. It was cold outside, too cold for what I was wearing but I didn’t care I wanted him to know I wanted him. I wanted his lips again and his hands. I pulled him into the shadows and asked him to kiss me.
As we kissed his hands were gliding up and down my bare back and I loved how he caressed every inch warming it again as before. Our lips felt perfect together as his gentle kisses became stronger, our mouths worked in tandem as we snogged each other. Great snog! I thought to myself, I like this guy a lot!
His hands slipped down over the skirt part at the bottom of my dress onto my bum and then under cupping my cheeks and gently massaging them, as he had done to my breasts, sending warm waves of excitement rushing up my body from my ***.
I eventually stopped and pulled away saying, ‘I have to go… its freezing out here’. Once again as his hands left my body it shivered with cold. My teeth were chattering as his hands had gone and yet again they had seemed to drain the heat from my body.
He begged me to stay with him, to spend the night with him or just to go to bed with him but I couldn’t. I had my date for the evening and I had already left him alone for too long.
‘I’ll give you a quick blow job’, I said as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his ****. It too was warm as I held it in my cool hands before kneeling in front of him. I placed it into my mouth and sucked hard. I was too cold and I couldn’t stay there much longer so I stood up leaving him unfinished said sorry and left. I left him there hanging out, hanging out outside in the shadows.
I had to get back inside, back to the heat and comfort of the house and back to my man, my date for the evening.
Sure enough there he was still on the sofa looking forlorn. I felt sorry for him as I made my excuses saying that I had got chatting but his face kept its upset ex
When we reached the bedroom the party was dying down but I could still hear the dull thud of music coming from below.
It was late but not too late maybe one o’clock in the morning but he seemed tired as we walked up the stairs.
He was a kind man and very gentle he just didn’t light my fire. He stood behind me in the bedroom, next to the bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror in front of me as he gently undid the strap at my neck allowing the front of my dress to fall and show him, in the reflection, a taste of what was to come. He then pulled the rest of my dress down lowering himself to his hunkers as he helped it off my feet. I was standing there now in my high heels and pants as he slid his hands up the back of my legs past my *** up my back and onto my shoulders. He held my shoulders and kissed then before kissing at my neck. My head fell back as he kissed my neck and licked my ear. He whispered in my ear, ‘Lie down on the bed’. I turned and lay on the bed as he had asked. Sitting beside me he began to feel my legs, like he had done before on the sofa but firmer, sliding the palms of his hands up and down my legs then over my pants and up my belly before groping my breasts and then back down again. On the way down he kindly removed my pants and began caressing my inner thighs. His hands were sliding closer and closer to where he wanted them to be. He started to kiss my legs and then my inner thighs and then my moist lips as he parted my clitoris with his fingers. His tongue quickly licked my clitoris, lashing in and out. My body was aching as it arched upwards, aching not for this man but for my guy.
I lay and dreamt about my guy. I began to recall the memory of our first encounter, the feeling of him behind me, his shaky hands, then his hand feeling me up and then again in the kitchen later that day.
My memory was drawn to earlier that night, to his kiss and to his tender lips as the man ate at my *****. Waves of intense pleasure flowed through my body from between my legs invading my soul as I orgasmed, still thinking about my guy. Lying there, head deep in the pillow, I didn’t even realise that the man’s tongue had gone and that his penis was creeping in, until it was fully inside.
It was large and took my breath away for a second as he banged it in, thrusting forward and sinking me deeper into the pillow. His body fell onto me, His weight felt like it was crushing my lungs as he lay on me. His hands were underneath me, under my bum, pulling it towards him. He was pushing his **** further and deeper inside, hurting me, until I felt his body tighten and then relax allowing me to catch a breath before he rolled off.
I lay there for ages. I had enjoyed the ****** but still wanted more. I was still horny at the though of my guy, my groper.
I played with myself as I lay there feeling my boob trying to imagine it was him but it was no good. I felt unsatisfied by this man who was by then sleeping next to me.
I got up and decided to go downstairs. I don’t know why but I went down naked. I was feeling really randy and didn’t know what I would encounter, maybe a couple having sex? Maybe I could join them? I wondered as I crept down the stairs.
The party was over and the music off. Bottles of beer and wine glasses littered the living room, some on the floor, others strewn about the place resting anywhere and everywhere. Some looked full some half full but most empty.
We had two sofas in the living room and each contained a body. The farthest from me had a man with his back to me and he was curled up and seemed to be asleep with a jacket of some desc
The other sofa contained a drunken bloke who appeared to be awake and mumbling to himself, eyes half open and half shut.
I looked down at him as I stood over him and lifted his hand. I slid it up between my legs letting him feel my inner thigh until his thumb reached my very wet ***** but I got no reaction and as I let go the hand and arm dropped to the floor.
I thought about sitting on this guy and riding him but there was no mission of him getting erect so I walked away into the kitchen.
I opened the fridge looking for a drink. It was filled with alcohol of different types and colours. Blue WKD, cider, beer, wine but then I saw a carton of orange juice, opened the lid and took a big gulp to wet my mouth.
As I closed the fridge I was startled by something, someone and as my eyes adjusted again after the brightness of the fridge light I realised it was my guy. I asked him if that him on the other sofa to which he replied, ‘Yes I couldn’t sleep.’ ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you.’ ‘Me neither’ I said before I realised I was naked. His eyes were all over me looking at me up and down wanting me with a desire I had not yet seen from him.
I held out my hands and took his hands in mine then walked backwards until the kitchen counter stopped me from going any further I slid my body up to sit on the counter as he drew closer to me. My legs parted as if to say come in and he brought his body inside.
He leant in to kiss me and again I enjoyed one of the best kisses ever as he snogged me.
Again his hands slid up and down my back as my hands once more unbuttoned his jeans to drop them to the floor. My hands quickly found his **** again and I couldn’t help but pull it towards me, willing it inside. His hands found my breasts and yet again they were warm and gentle as he massaged them. He was inside me in a second and it was fantastic, far better than the man upstairs. He didn’t hurt me with his thrusts and as we grinded together he enjoyed my breasts even more and nibbled on my nipples, sucking and licking at them.
He took one of my breasts in his hand and held it like he was squeezing a bottle of water into his mouth. My nipple formed the nozzle of the bottle as it rose with his sucking. He squeezed as if to release the water into him and my nipple quivered inside his mouth as he drew in hard. He then lashed his tongue back and forth across it still holding and gently squeezing my breast. The flickering was warm and lush and as I watched his mouth take me inside I held his head against my breast, holding him to the bosom that first drew him to me and us together.
My hands then slid down past his neck and onto his back and my nipple throbbed and then shivered when he stopped sucking as once again my warmth left along with him. He stood straight upright as he rose again to kiss me and my hands went up his back, under his t-shirt, scratching his skin with my nails. His kiss was even better than before and I found my nails digging into him and scratching his back as his tongue met mine. With each long scratch he moaned and ****** me harder; bang, bang, bang, banging inside me as I jumped up and down on the kitchen counter. Jumping and bouncing wildly as he banged and banged and then wrapping my legs around him pulling him tighter to me, pulling him deeper inside me until we came together.
I glanced over his shoulder and saw the guy from the sofa. He was there, at the fridge, just standing staring at us but I ignored him and turned again to my guy for another wonderful snog as his hardness died inside me. It slipped out eventually and he just turned and left, just as before without a word. Suddenly and swiftly he turned and disappeared leaving me dripping on the counter but satisfied.
I went back upstairs after that looking for my husband. He was in the guest bedroom sleeping in bed with his lady for the evening, my man’s wife. They were both sleeping but not together and with their backs to one another so I got into bed in front of my husband, pulled his arm over me and went to sleep.
extract from My Story confessions of a swinger by NICCI GREENE, available from amazon and yes its my life story so be warned reading it will make you ***..alot!
NicciGreene 36-40, F 12 Responses 14 Oct 2, 2010