Let me introduce ourselves. We are a married couple, deeply in love and devoted to each other. I am Jerry Moore, 52 years old and my wife Susie is 48 years old. We would be considered your typical American small town, white, middle-aged, couple next door. But, we have a secret life that our neighbors dont know about, just as many thousands of other couples across the country and around the world also have. We both happen to be very sensual, highly erotic, sexual beings. The passion between us has been intense from the very moment that we first met, and we now share that passion and lust with others. Yes, we have become Swingers!

How lusty are we? I will quote our 28 year old daughter, who once made the comment about our love life, You two are just FREAKY! Our daughter made that remark after spending a night in a hotel room with us on a trip not too long ago. In anticipation of the trip, we had been practicing for about a month to be quiet while making love. Neither of us is normally quiet during the heat of passion. Susie can wake the neighbors when she has an orgasm! And although I rarely have much memory of my own vocalizations, Susie assures me that my screams during ejaculation have deafened her ears more than once.

So now, on this particular night, in a hotel room in San Francisco, we had quietly made love 3 separate times during the night, long after we were both certain that our daughter was fast asleep. My wife swears that my frequent awakenings in the middle of the night with a raging erection that is begging for relief is due to intensely erotic dreams, although I never remember dreaming anything during those times. The only memory I have the following morning is the feeling of my cock, swollen to its limits, throbbing and rigid, the thick blue veins along the shaft swollen and pumping volumes of blood in rhythmic pulses. At those points in time, my cock is so alive with sensations, my balls are aching and desperate for some relief, the skin on my shaft is stretched so tight my entire cock is hypersensitive. Just a slight movement in bed that causes the satiny smooth sheet to slide across the tender puffy pink head of my cock will send electric shockwaves rocketing through my groin straight to the pleasure center of my brain.

It is at these moments when my hand will naturally find its way between my legs and my fingers will wrap themselves around my shaft, where every slight squeeze or gentle stroke will reverberate like the ripples on the surface of a pond when a pebble is tossed into the still waters. It is at these moments of time when my animalistic urges overtake my body and the soft warm silky flesh of my beloved consumes my thoughts. She is usually in deep sleep, emitting soft, steady little purring breaths. I will snuggle tightly against her back as she is sleeping on her side, facing away from me, slipping my throbbing member into the little triangle of space formed between the tops of her pressed together thighs and her smoothly shaven pussy lips. See-sawing my cock ever-so-gently forward and backwards in this little triangle, her labia will part and the sawing action of my cock will work its way between those moist lips, moistening the head and shaft of my cock with her sweet juices.

Often at this point her steady little puffs of breath will begin to be accentuated with an intermittent murmur under her breath and perhaps an occasional moan of awakening pleasure deep in her throat. Depending on my urgency on any particular occasion, I may at this point slip my cock inside her and begin thrusting my thick swollen cock into rabidly, pulling her instantly from the depths of her sleep to full unbridled passion. On other occasions I will have more patience and want to draw out the sensuality and make it last as long as possible. I will ease her from her sleep ever-so-slowly, tantalizing her with soft warm kisses on her neck, shoulders and back, caressing her thighs and calves lightly with just the very tips of my fingers, enjoying the warmth and smooth silkiness of her flesh.

Okay, I got a bit off track, back to the hotel room in San Francisco, where our daughter was (supposedly) sleeping quietly, snuggled under the covers, in her bed across the room. Hearing her breathing, soft and steady, gave me the assurance that she was sound asleep each time I awoke during the night with my raging erection. Three separate times, hours apart, I had awakened and Susie and I made love, softly and quietly, without a word or sound uttered. Around 1:00am, some people in the room above us had apparently just gotten to their room, slamming doors and bumping around before finally settling down and going to bed.

The following morning, our daughter awoke and was lying in her bed, rubbing her eyes, complaining about still being tired and sleepy, because she was unable to get any sleep overnight due to all the noise. I concurred with her, saying Oh yes, those people upstairs woke us up also when they came in around 1:00 in the morning, slamming doors and banging around. Our daughter looked sternly towards me and brusquely replied NO!, then in what I would describe as a husky, forced and adamant whisper, added The noise was IN THIS ROOM!, pausing between and accentuating each word by pointing sternly down towards the floor with her index finger as she said IN THIS ROOM! I quickly turned to my wife and whispered to her Oops, she must have heard us that last time. Our daughter overheard what I had whispered and immediately shot back NO! I heard you all three times! And twice the night before! You guys are just FREAKY! Once a night should be enough!