Swingers first time stories - Rugby Wife
My wife and I have been together for just over 7 years now and have enjoyed some fantastic times together. Even the way we met was bizarre.
I was in the last days of my rugby playing and we were on an end of season tour to Cornwall. We were being ferried about by a local coach tour operator and the journey to and around Cornwall was pretty non eventful. We had played in a mini tournament against two local Cornish sides and had managed to win the shield so we were all in a good mood for the 6 hour journey back to Bristol. On the way down to Cornwall we had been well looked after by a hostess called Lyn who was very pleasant and made sure we were kept reinforced with sandwiches and coffee. Lyn was probably mid 40’s, a bit on the large side and quite mummsy. Unfortunately for us, Lyn was only going one way with us as she was taking a group of pensioners on a tour of Cornwall and she was replacing a woman who had taken the pensioners to Cornwall the previous week.
The new girl Debbie joined us just before we set off from St Ives and immediately we could see she was a lively girl, joining in the banter with a group of guys who, having finished off a successful couple of rugby playing days, had started on a 6 hour drinking marathon to anaesthetise the pain of the journey. Debbie was mid 30’s, married, extremely attractive with a good if slightly rounded body. She had a great sense of humour and seemed quite street wise. She was also very skilled at fielding all the amorous advances and innuendo. About 2 hours into the journey the signing, drinking, language and rugby games had become quite boystrous, loud and quite heavy and Debbie was still entering into the spirit by keeping us in alcohol and sandwiches. Even though it was against her company rules she also managed to enjoy the odd drink with us and it was apparent to me that she was becoming quite flushed in the cheeks and her eyes had become just slightly glazed. Most of the boys also began to realize this and the comments started to get quite lewd. She had told us she wasn’t aware that she would be taking a group of rugby guys back to Bristol – she had been under the impression that it was a boys rugby team. The lads had started to get quite bold and Deb was now having to fight off stray hands which had started to grope her ample breasts. Then one of the lads stood up behind and lifted her skirt showing all of us that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. You can imagine the cheer that went up and poor Deb was obviously embarrassed and the confidence and cockiness drained from her completely. To try and regain her composure she had had a couple more drinks but this just made her more flustered and pissed. The team captain Steve, who had the honour of sitting in the middle of the back seat, then pulled her onto his lap and started a heavy snogging session with her at which point hands had started disappearing up her skirt from all directions. Only a token bit of resistance followed and before long she was being layed across the laps of the back seat boys and her panties were being removed over her stockings and her jumper was being removed over her head. Her breasts were being pawed and sucked and 2 or 3 fingers were entering her sopping wet pussy. She was turned over onto all fours and began sucking the captain whilst being fucked from behind by an ever growing queue of guys with their erect cocks in their hands. To this day I have never seen a woman take so many cocks in both her pussy and her mouth and its fair to say that over the next 3 or 4 hours she satisfied ever cock on that coach. She is now divorced from her husband and is now married to me. Whilst I no longer play rugby I am proud to say that both her panties and brassieres still hold pride of place above the victory shield in the club changing room and she has been named as the life-long mascot of the club.
We have a great sex life but reliving that story still make Deb sopping wet and we have often talked about a re-run. Who knows!!
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