Dads Dark Secret: A Swinging Fathers Descent into Infidelity and Deception

Swinger Dad

From the time I was in my mid teens, I always imagined I would get married and have a lot of kids. I wanted to get married young and have as many kids as my wife and I could afford; I just felt like being a dad was ‘in my blood’. When I was 19, I met a beautiful girl named Jessica and we were fast friends. We fell in love and got married within just a few months of meeting—she was still 18. Barely a month after we were married, Jess was pregnant and we were on the path to having the large family we talked about and wanted.

Jessica was a social butterfly and always made friends easy. I really enjoyed watching her glow in the attention her friends gave her. Her girl friends tried to be like her and her guy friends wanted to be with her. Jessica’s best friend, Lisa, had been pressuring her and me to try swinging. I wasn’t big on the idea, but Jessica was curious about it. Lisa said we should just attend a party—no pressure to participate—and if we didn’t like it, then that was fine. She said condoms were required to keep everyone safe and to avoid any pregnancies by unintended fathers. I agreed with that rule… I could tell Jess wanted to go, so I said we could go if she wanted to. We went to the party and she was really into it. And to be honest, I was getting more curious, too. Swinging wasn’t about love with another person; it was just about different sex experiences. Jess and I talked at length about trying it and we decided to ‘test the waters’. The next time Lisa hosted a party, we attended and to my surprise, we both had a really good time. After the party, we went home and had sex (sans condoms this time) and it was the best sex we had ever had.

After Lisa’s swinger’s party, we didn’t really feel the need to go again. Our sex life (which was really good before) had become incredible afterwards. Several months passed and Jessica became pregnant. We were thrilled to be starting the family we had been talking about! The bonus for me was that being pregnant made Jess unusually horny. But the further along she got, the more trouble I had keeping up with her. When she was six months along, I didn’t have enough to satisfy her and, after some discussion, we decided to try swinging with Lisa and her group again. Lisa was surprised since it had been nearly 9 months since we tried it, but was happy to hear from us again. Lisa put together a last-minute party for us and Jessica was thrilled. I had sex with three of the women there; she must have had sex with every guy there! They still used condoms per the rules: she couldn’t be more pregnant, but there are still the threats of diseases… I was really getting into the swinging scene, too: it was great to learn new things from other women and watching Jess have sex with some guy while looking and smiling at me was pretty hot…

We began swinging at least once a week for the next three months just to fulfill Jess’s needs. I was fine with it because I knew it was just sex and that she loved me as much as I loved her. Jessica gave birth to our daughter, Erin, and things went back to normal. There was NO sex for the first six weeks after the baby was born, of course. But once she was able again, we picked back up where we ‘left off’.

When Erin was about to turn a year old, I asked Jessica when she thought she might be ready to have another baby. She said she wasn’t sure yet and I was ok with that—being pregnant was not easy for her. Everything else was perfect so I really had nothing to complain about—at least I thought it was perfect. But one day I came home to a note on the door that said Erin was with the baby sitter and that Jess was leaving. She barely took anything with her and said she didn’t want anything: the family life was too much pressure on her and she felt that she was not cut out to be a mother. I was naturally devastated. Not long after that, divorce papers came in the mail: she filed for an uncontested divorce, forfeited her rights to any/all property and even gave up her parental rights to Erin. I knew then that it was unlikely I’d ever see Jessica again. That hurt, but I had my daughter to take care of now and I put everything into raising her while putting all of my dreams away.

Weeks turned into months and months into years. Erin was growing fast and it was easy to see both me and her mother in her. She definitely had my cheeks, chin, and ears, but she had her mom’s lips, nose and eyes. Erin was a beautiful young girl and everyone, even strangers, said so.

When Erin was 10, I received a job offer that I couldn’t pass up and we relocated to accommodate my new position. The thought was that when Erin graduated high school, she could attend the university nearby and could stay home instead of living in a dorm room or having to rent an apartment. But that was years away at that time. In the meantime, I excelled in my new job and was saving as much as I could to afford Erin’s college fund. I had no time for dating and wasted little money on myself. My life was for Erin. When my daughter was in her junior year of high school, she tried to ‘hook me up’ with a various few of her friend’s single moms, but I really wasn’t interested at the time. I told her I would tend to my personal life after I was done raising her: she was my number one priority for now.

Erin applied to the local university and was accepted with a full scholarship; I was so proud of her! At the same time, it broke my heart to see her “going away to college” (she was still living at home, though). My daughter and I were incredibly close and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she was going out into the world—completely on her own—and my life wouldn’t be the same. I found myself wishing I had a house full of more kids to raise and felt cheated out of that by Jessica. I took some comfort in the fact that I had one amazing daughter, but I was a bit selfish and wanted more. I decided I had to get my mind on other things and remembered my promise to Erin: that I would start dating again after she went to college. When she was in her first semester, I entered ‘the dating pool’. It didn’t go too well, but I kept at it. I did some searching on line for things like dating services and even dating ‘events’. I attended several with limited success. Then one day, I found a blog that mentioned an upcoming swinger’s event. This particular event did not require you to show up with a partner—which was rare. Swinging was something I had thought about a lot over the past 18 years, but never had the time—never took the time—to get back into. I looked into the party and found out it was going to be a Halloween party; everyone would be wearing costumes for the duration and I thought that was perfect!

For reasons I can’t explain, I kept thinking about all of the kids I wanted to father. It was like a kind of fantasy of mine to know that there were a bunch of kids running around out there with my DNA. It was this absent-minded thinking that hatched an idea in my head. I came up with a plan to try and make that happen. I bought a case of condoms and a fine cutting tools kit. After practicing a few times, I was able to carefully cut open a condom, put several holes in the tip, and reseal the package—making it look like it had never been opened. I knew this was very wrong of me, but I couldn’t stop myself! I ‘altered’ about six condoms and saved them for the Halloween party.

It was mid October and I picked out my costume—I would be going as Spiderman. I figured it was perfect because I still had the body to pull it off and the mask completely hid my face. The day before the party, Erin asked me if I’d be handing out candy for the trick-or-treaters and I told her I was going out. She said she had a lot of studying to do and was going to a friend’s house to study together. I told her she should go out and enjoy the night for once, but she said there was a big test coming up and couldn’t afford to slack off; there was always next week…

It was Halloween night and I had my Spiderman costume on under my normal clothes to make changing easier. In anticipation of the party, I made one alteration to my costume: I cut a slot in the crotch and sewed some Velcro into it for ‘easy access’ once the action got started. The ‘special’ condoms were just tucked into the waist band. I got in my car and headed out to the party. When I got to the address, I was surprised at how many cars were there—I had to park down the street; it was going to be a big event! I put on my mask and took off my regular clothes and my transformation was complete.

I walked inside the house and there were people everywhere! Some were mingling and others were already ‘getting busy’. I was looking around the room, looking for a girl that wasn’t taken—there were many to choose from. But it was a small group of 4 girls that caught my eye. They were standing in a corner and just watching the action. A lot of guys were also looking at them, but they seemed too intimidated to approach them. I figured I’d been around too long to worry about rejection, so I walked right over to the girls. They were all wearing skin-tight costumes that showed off every curve and their bodies were unbelievable! I wanted to rip their masks off to see if their faces were as beautiful, but that wouldn’t be ‘appropriate’. This party was clearly about anonymous sex: not one person had any part of their face visible here—including the girls. I decided to keep it completely anonymous by not talking to the girls and letting my actions speak for themselves.

Two of the girls were admiring my muscles under my costume and the other two just rubbed them tentatively in agreement. My dick was starting to grow and one girl took notice right away. She was dressed like a sexy black cat; costume complete with a tail and ‘fuck me high heels’. She grabbed my crotch and lightly lifted me up—getting a good feel of my now hard cock. Noticing that I wasn’t saying anything, she played the same game and kept silent, too. She took my hand and placed it on her magnificent tit. I began to caress her breast from over the thin stretchy fabric covering it. She began stroking my cock hiding under the skin tight blue pants and I opened the Velcro fly to let my dick out. Once it was free, she had it in her hand and was stroking it slowly up and down. Honestly, it wasn’t the best hand job I’d ever had, but from the shape of her body, she was more than likely still pretty young and probably didn’t have much experience. But a hand job is a hand job: I wasn’t complaining.

She pulled her top up to over her tits and they were stunning! I played with her nipples and the girl was beginning to really warm up to me. The ‘cat woman’ turned around and pushed her butt into my dick, pinning it between us. I had my right arm around her waist and on her left hip while my left was around her chest; my hand on her right breast. She had both hands up over her head and reached back to hold my head in her hands as she slowly and sensually moved to my caressing. I slipped my right hand down into her pants and was not surprised to find she was not wearing panties. I could also tell that she was clean shaven—waxed more likely; she didn’t even have any stubble. Her pubic area was completely smooth and soft. My fingers quickly found the top of her slit and her clitoris hiding inside. She was humping my finger as it danced across her sweet spot and she finally whispered, “Do you have a condom?” I produced one of my ‘special condoms’ and she led me over to an open spot on the couch.

She took the spot on the couch, but didn’t sit on the couch; she was on her knees and leaning over the back of it. She was looking over her shoulder and I knew she was waiting for me to ‘suit up’. I opened the condom and put it on myself. I knew it was a bit risky since I didn’t know if she was carrying any STS’s, but I figured she seemed pretty young still and it was unlikely that she had anything. And the thought of this stranger trying to figure out how she ended up pregnant and who the father might be was too much of a thrill to pass up! As soon as she saw the condom going on, she turned back around and pushed her butt out to me. I got behind her and grabbed her stretchy pants by the sides and slowly pulled them down her perfect ass, exposing it inch by inch. The first thing I noticed was she at a fairly new ‘tramp stamp’ right at the top of her crack. I was never big on tattoos, but this one was actually pretty nice on her. I studied it closely, remembering the curving lines and how they perfectly complimented her ass cheeks. I pulled her pants down and off of her, but left her heels on her. Then I put my hand under her crotch and I could feel a tremendous amount of heat radiating from her hairless tight pussy. I slid my finger up and down her slit and found her clit again. I played with it for a while and she was becoming very slick. I sat her down on the couch and had her spread her legs wide. I just had to taste her pussy or I would surely die. Once my face was in position, I closed her legs until they were touching my ears and cheeks. Then I pushed up the bottom of my mask to expose my mouth. No one could see any part of my face—not even the cat girl. My tongue quickly found her clit and I went to work on it. Her hand went immediately to the back of my head and she pulled my face into her dampening crotch with force. I sucked and licked every square millimeter of her pussy like my life depended on it—not one part of her pink bits escaped my mouth.

Eating a girl’s box that was this devoid of hair or stubble was a special treat—rare—and I was savoring it! I spread her pussy lips far apart and her clit stood out naked to the world; I had a good close up view of it. I memorized the look of her ‘little man’ and I knew I’d be able to pick it out of a lineup of a thousand others even years from now. I sucked the little clit into my mouth and gave her a mini blowjob. She was hissing and gasping in lust to my oral onslaught on her. I was eating this pussy’s pussy like there was no tomorrow and she loved it! I didn’t want her to orgasm yet, though, so I stood up and had her get back on her knees while leaning over the back of the couch.

I stood behind her and started rubbing my dick on her pussy to use some of her juices to lube up my condom encased dick. I placed my cock head at the opening to her pussy and I pushed forward. This cat girl was really tight! But I was shocked when my dick met her hymen and ripped it open—she had been a virgin until now! Her moan at losing her virginity was lost amongst all of the other moans and miscellaneous sounds of sex in the filled room. I had the cat girl by the hips and I began rocking into her. I couldn’t believe she had given her virginity in such a way and I was going to try and knock her up during her first sexual experience! She quickly got used to the feeling of my invading member and began pushing back into me. I was pumping into her at a slow and steady pace, all while looking at her tramp stamp tattoo and the small amount of blood on my dick. I let her set the pace for our fucking—it was the ‘gentleman’ thing to do…

Pretty soon, our pace was picking up and eventually it built until I was slamming in and out of her pussy. I could tell she was really wet; even with the condom on. Her juices were coating the condom now and even washing away her virgin blood. The couple next to us finished and got up. The cat girl took their spot, too; lying down on her back with legs spread in the air. I repositioned over her and, as I reentered her, she wrapped her legs around me. She was naked from the waist down with the exception of her black stiletto heels and her top was still pushed up over her tits. I wanted to see her face, but that would have been wrong. I caressed her tits as I went back to thrusting into this first timer.

The condom helped me from having an orgasm too soon and she was having a great time! She was panting and trying not to moan too loud, but I was making that difficult for her. The more she tried to hold it back, the harder I fucked her. And the harder I fucked her, the harder it was for her to hold it back. Her responses to my actions were having an effect on me and my orgasm was building. But she beat me to it: her orgasm hit her and her already tight pussy clamped down on me even tighter. She screamed as her vaginal fluids released and dripped out of her. Several people from around the room applauded us. My orgasm hit and I could feel the tip of the condom fill with millions of sperm cells.

I kept pushing into the girl to try and get as many of them as possible through the holes I had poked in the tip. Since her pussy was already dripping wet, she couldn’t tell that the condom was being milked empty. I was pretty sure I had as much of my sperm pushed out as possible, but I was just enjoying sex with this girl. Her body was amazing. About 15 minutes after our orgasms, her friend (who was dressed up like her—only she was a grey mouse) came over and whispered in her ear. The cat girl nodded and moved to get up. I pulled my dick out of her and she got dressed. Her mouse friend did the opposite. Clearly, it was ‘her turn with Spider Man’.

I pulled off the now well used condom and saw

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