Tina MILF Series, Misunderstandings

A MILF’s first time at a Swingers’ Party

Tina decides that two in the hand is better than one in the bush

Tina rather enjoyed writing posts for her blog about her ‘sexploits’. She’d had fun looking back with rose tinted glasses at some of the romps and entanglements she’d experienced. Her stories had proven popular and earned her a loyal readership.

One of her hottest posts, with lots of comments and views, was when she shared the details of her long distance flirtation, carried out over text message with Marvin, who she’d named Tube Sock. Any of her partners who Tina had blogged about got a code name, to maintain anonymity.

Her best friend Lisa rather cruelly named Marvin Mummy’s Boy. She wouldn’t have it that his job was on an oil rig, teasing Tina he was more likely an office worker still living with his parents.

When Tina performed a striptease in a field for Driving Gloves, that had proved equally popular, although the real events that followed had almost put her off the idea of outdoor shenanigans.

Tina was in a no-strings relationship with Ash, and they’d enjoyed some deliciously decadent date nights recently. But she blew out a sigh. They should’ve been meeting tonight, but he’d had to cancel when he was struck with a bug. Instead she’d spent a rather dull night at home, internet shopping and eating reheated lasagne.

With the laptop on her knees, Tina opened a new document. She felt ready to share the most unusual of her sexual adventures, the time she realised she was at a swingers’ party.

Gabe had seemed like such a normal guy when she first met him, courteous and thoughtful with a nice physique from badminton. For a couple of years, he’d been her doubles partner; when she’d been married to Seb, she’d played regularly. Gabe had stayed casually friendly, despite the fact that, after her divorce, Tina’s lack of childcare meant she hadn’t been able to stay on the badminton team.

It had been a nice surprise when Gabe had invited her to his house for a party one evening. Tina had accepted, gone along wearing a LBD and heels, never guessing how over-dressed she was.

The Party

“Welcome Tina, so glad you could come. Don’t you look lovely? Let me get you a drink.”

I followed my old badminton partner into his living room. It was pleasantly decorated with Swedish furniture and low, sectional couches. A few people already stood around, sipping glasses of red and white wine. I didn’t recognise anybody except — wait — Shuttlecock couldn’t be in two places at once could he?

I must have looked as confused as I felt because, when Shuttlecock brought me a glass of Sauvignon blanc, he chuckled then said:

“I see you’ve spotted my twin brother!”

He beckoned over another handsome guy, as tall and well built as he was, and introduced us. This one had a job as a landscape gardener, which seemed to keep him fit, so I’ll call him Greenfingers.

I smiled, nodded and made small talk. Shuttlecock’s wife, a petite redhead, circulated, offering filo pastry snacks on a platter. She was welcoming, before she moved on to serve other guests.

“Is your wife here?” I asked Greenfingers, looking around the room.

“I’m not married,” his grin was rueful.

Once again, I felt the jaws of a set-up clang shut around me. Little did I know, I was right, and yet I was wrong.

Greenfingers was interesting to talk to, with a great sense of humour. Shuttlecock stopped by a few times to top up our glasses and join in with our banter. I was starting to feel a little loosened up by the wine, which may’ve been to blame for me getting warmer. My pashmina hung off my elbows, so when Shuttlecock offered to put it and my tiny evening bag in the hall cupboard, I nodded gratefully.

The music seemed a little louder now, and people had begun to sit on the couches in small huddles. I did a double take when I saw one couple brazenly kissing and caressing.

You know I’m no prude but PDAs make me a little awkward.

“Would you like to see the garden?” Greenfingers asked solicitously, noticing my discomfort. “I recently installed new lighting for my brother.”

I agreed without hesitation. He let me onto the patio, through the dining room doors, so I put my wine glass on the sideboard.

Uplighters were set in the flower beds to highlight the shapely leaves of feature plants. On the wooden pergola, more lights pointed up into the climbers and down onto the wide stone pavings. It was impressive and attractive.

We were alone outside so I didn’t resist when Greenfingers leaned in to kiss me, enjoying the pressure of his warm, soft lips and the sensation of his firm body pressing against mine. Every point of contact between our bodies awoke with tingles and heat, until my pulse was thudding in my veins.

Greenfingers cupped my buttocks, squeezing the malleable flesh with the appreciation of a connoisseur.

“You’re absolutely ravishing,” he breathed in my ear.

His manhandling and his words made me sigh, perhaps tonight was leading somewhere. Then I heard the snick of the patio door and tried to spring away, but Greenfingers held me close.

“Don’t worry, it’s only Shuttlecock. We share everything, don’t we buddy?” Greenfingers smirked at his twin.

My head was a little topsy turvy from drink. Was he implying that they wanted to share me?

“Absolutely. When I heard you were free and single Tina, I had to invite you to one of my special parties. I hope I haven’t shocked you.” Shuttlecock watched my face.

I looked from one man to the other, each so handsome and so similar, especially when lust was etched on their expressions.

“Is this a swingers party?” I asked, experiencing a flutter against my silk thong.

“You could call it that,” Greenfingers answered, running a finger down the inside of my arm.

He lifted my hand and placed a kiss inside my palm.

“Would you like to play with us?” Shuttlecock’s expression was hopeful, before it darkened with desire.

“Is everybody else … busy?” I asked.

The tremble in my voice was caused by excitement as much as nerves. The top of my thighs were slippery at the thought of what I was about to do. Shuttlecock confirmed that the other partygoers had already morphed into couples and threesomes, and we would not be disturbed. My temples began to pound with the audacity of my plan.

“Why don’t you both unzip your trousers and let me take you in hand?” I flashed my most saucy smile.

The twins eagerly undid their jeans, and with a little re-arrangement of their underwear, I could see exactly how excited they both were.

“Come this way,” I urged them.

Taking a stiff pole in each hand, I backed towards the patio seating.

I lowered my derriere into the cast iron chair and the brothers stepped up close to me.

As I fondled them, I kept my moves syncopated, so I indulged each man with my attentions equally. Greenfingers’ engorged member had a slight bend to it, while Shuttlecock was manscaped so that his rod, which jutted from smooth skin, appeared a fraction longer.

Both guys looked relaxed as I handled their tackle, stroking and pulling, waxing and waning. I alternated between firm pressure and light, some fast grappling followed by slow tugs. I watched their faces; how their expressions of eager pleasure were soon displaced by the agony of resisting the impending pressure of fulfilment.

Could I tip them both over the edge simultaneously?

This was my goal, it would give me great delight to bring about their satisfaction in tandem. As I continued my stimulation, I let the shoulder straps of my evening dress slip from my shoulders. I knew that my ample chest was already jiggling quite delightfully from my wrist action.

“Gentlemen, let me provide an incentive,” I suggested with a purr. “A target area,” I clarified, by looking down at my cleavage.

Then I released them both briefly, to push my dress off my shoulders and down to my waist. I revealed that I wore nothing underneath. My bust was fully on display.

“You want us to … decorate you?” Shuttlecock asked with a gulp.

I beamed at him and his brother. “Yes please.”

“Game on!” Greenfingers replied, “cos I’m nearly there.”

“Me too!” Shuttlecock would not be outdone by his twin.

I grasped them both again, and began yanking and pulling their tallywackers with more fervour. Moments later, the first rope of creamy fluid hit my warm, bare skin.

I think Shuttlecock came first, but it was a split second thing. Soon he and Greenfingers were pumping jets of love juice, rivulets that ran and dripped from my clavicle to the upswell of my puppies. I was jubilant, excited to be their target, and the brothers were enjoying the healthy competition.

My hands continued to milk them until both were spent. Then they stood meekly before me, admiring how I was criss-crossed with the fruits of our labours.

“Decorated with desire,” I sighed, scooping up a blob of commingled fluid from my upper torso, to taste.

“Want to try?” I offered.

Bless them, both were game to savour their essence. First Greenfingers, then after him Shuttlecock sucked on my thumb, which I’d daubed with a gobbet of their cream.

Tina decided she’d end the story there, and not divulge how sticky and clammy it had been when she’d pulled her dress back up over the congealing goo.

She’d left shortly after, sneaking out of the house before the other party goers had finished their various coupling and throuplings.

Tina had not since been tempted to accept another invitation from Gabe (Shuttlecock) to one of his special parties. Although he hadn’t stopped asking.

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LBD = Little Black Dress PDA = Public Display of Affection

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