Making The Swim Team 4.7/5 (38)

My husband and I decided to each write an account of our first venture into group sex. We wanted to make an honest accounting of our different points of view of what happened, how it happened, why it happened and how we felt about it while it was happening and afterwards. We both wrote our accounts before seeing the others so that we would not influence each other’s perception of what was a major turning point in our marriage.

Beth’s Story

My husband is a wholesaler for a large Boston based mutual fund. We live in Boston, although his sales area is the west coast, because I am finishing a graduate degree there in biochemistry. We have been married two years and have not started a family so when ever he flies out to the coast (Los Angeles mostly) in the winter we use some of his frequent flyer miles to allow me to accompany him. The trips are a nice break as his company expense account is generous and we enjoy staying at nice hotels and the California sunshine.

Bradley was a swimmer in college and swims laps almost everyday at the local YMCA. When he stays in Los Angeles he always stays at a nice hotel in Century City that has an Olympic size swimming pool so he can get his morning laps in outdoors in the sunshine. I also keep fit and in fact teach a water exercise course at our local YMCA. I did gymnastics in college even though I had a full scholarship from a beauty contest. I had lots of dates before meeting Brad and perhaps broke a few hearts when I did not want to get serious with any one individual. I modeled in college and still do and have had enough offers to easily make a career out of it, but I would rather win the Nobel Prize for curing a disease then be a burnt out supermodel at age thirty.

When I meant Bradley I knew that he was a solid serious man that I could spend the rest of my life with and someday raise a family. He is proud of my looks and the fact that I am what he calls “a stunner” and turn a lot of heads, but he is more proud of my intellect and has encouraged me in everything I undertake. After two years of marriage our sex life was good, but not great. Brad was disappointed that I was not big on giving head (I don’t like pubes between my teeth) but I have a very strong sex drive and quite often my engine is still going long after Brad has fallen asleep.

It is not unusual for Brad to ‘finish’ before me, and since his recovery time is usually too long, for me to stimulate myself to completion with my hand or a vibrator. Prior to our trip to Los Angeles we had never discussed fantasies or watched porn films (at least not together). Brad did buy the vibrator to help me ‘get there’ when he was too quick, but other then that we were a plain vanilla couple.

Our flight to California was too early for Brad to do his laps before we left so when we arrived in Los Angeles we went down to the pool after checking into the hotel. Our room was the typical upscale hotel room. Two queen size beds, TV, table and bath and shower. The room also had the typical door you often see to the adjoining room for couples with children. Brad quickly changed into his swimsuit and hung his pants over the top of the adjoining door after opening our side of it. I thought nothing of that as he often does that at home as well and there were no hooks in the closet.

At the pool we encountered two young men who were watching each other do laps and starts and critiquing each other. Brad said to them, “You must be swimmers.”

When they told us they had their final Olympic Trials tomorrow we were impressed. Don and Eric introduced themselves to us. Don and Eric were both from Kansas City and had known each other for their entire lives. Don was now attending university in Minneapolis and Eric was in college in Kansas City. They both felt they had a good chance of making the Olympic swim team. Both Don and Eric were about three years younger then us (in their early twenties) and they were easy and fun to talk to while Brad did his laps.

When Brad finished his laps we all walked back into the hotel together and we all laughed as we realized that we were in the adjoining room. My husband jokingly said to them, “No wild parties tonight, I have an important presentation tomorrow and you two need a good nights rest to make your times tomorrow.”

Don and Eric both laughed and replied, “Don’t worry, see you two tomorrow morning when we all have our morning swim” and went into their room.

We went into our room and decided to stay in the room read, rest, watch a little television and order room service, as we were tired from the early flight. About an hour or so later we heard them go out for dinner downstairs. We knew that because, although the rooms were fairly well sound proofed, we could hear them talking about what they should have for dinner through the adjoining door that Brad had partially opened to hang his pants on. They decided on the sushi bar downstairs after a long discussion of what would be best before the meet tomorrow.

I have always been pretty loud while having sex. My husband says I am a real screamer and that he loves it. I have to admit that since we don’t have children I allow myself to get pretty uninhibited in regard to how loud I get during lovemaking. When we heard Don and Eric come back into their room we were really going at it. Brad had my legs up around my neck and the headboard of our bed was really banging against the adjoining wall. I was loudly moaning, “Oh god that feels so good, oh god I love it, don’t stop please don’t stop!”

I had forgotten that the adjoining door on our side was still open, and although I heard them come in, did not realize it until I heard Don say, “Wow! Do you hear that?”

Eric answered, “God she is not only one of the most beautiful women I have ever meant she is also hot as hell!”

They were talking at normal levels in the belief that we could not hear them because they did not know that our half of the adjoining door was open. When we heard them we both stifled a laugh and my husband whispered to me, “How do we quietly finish?”

I answered, “Even if we can then they would know that we know they heard us and that would be more embarrassing.”

“Well then,” said Brad, “lets give them a show to remember,” and he began to thrust into me again and the headboard started banging against the wall even harder. I think Brad was turned on by the situation. I know I was. I remember Brad saying to me, “You just can’t get enough cock can you baby?” and I answered, “There is not enough cock in the entire world for my hot wet pussy.”

After that Brad began to ejaculate into me, but I was still not there and suddenly felt panic when I remembered that, because of airport security, I had left my vibrator at home. I cried out, “Don’t stop, oh god, I need the vibrator” at the top of my lungs. I had to use my hand to bring myself off and as I was stimulating myself I could hear Don saying to Eric in the next room that he needed a cold shower.

The next morning I wanted to avoid Don and Eric so did not go with my husband to the pool. After his laps Brad went off to his appointments. When I came down for breakfast I ran into Don and Eric having a light breakfast of fruit and cereal. Don asked me to join them and I sat down. At first I was uncomfortable and embarrassed, but after a few minutes they put me at ease and we were enjoying each other’s company. The trials were at noon and when they asked if I wanted to come watch I accepted their invitation. They told me they would knock on my door when they were ready to go and we could all share a cab, but right now they had to get up to their room for their final preparations. When I asked what that was they said they had to shave.

1 Comment

  • Malcolm Jensen

    Reply Reply March 8, 2018

    Great, hot, hot story. Beth is practically a wet dream. Brad loves her the way we should all love our wives. The swimmers are good guys. Thanks for this wonderful bit of escape.

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