Subject: Steve and I Swap With Bill and Maria
Story Codes: MF FF oral group adultery
Diary Date: April 9, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Most of my life I'd always assumed that once I got married, my sex life
would be restricted to my husband and family. Well, that was BEFORE I
accepted Steve's proposal. Seems he had other ideas...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Swapping and Marriage
Chapter 2 - Meeting Bill and Maria
Chapter 3 - Going to the Restaurant
Chapter 4 - Fun in the Restroom
Chapter 5 - After Dinner
Chapter 1 - Swapping and Marriage
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If there is anything where I REALLY feel my relationship with Steve has
matured recently it is when it comes to sex with other people. For most
of my life I’ve always assumed that I would stop having sex with men
outside my family once I was married. It wasn't even something I
fantasized about. My assumption was that I would please my husband and
be sexually fulfilled by making love with him. I’ve always known in my
heart that I would always be available for my father but that was more
out of a daughter’s love for her father, mixed with a sense of obligation
and duty than true sexual desire. Well, that was also back when I never
would have dreamed I would be fucking in a shower with a fourteen year-
old boy! Life changes, to say the least!
Steve and I have recently gotten involved with a swapping group. Believe
it or not we were introduced by a couple I knew from church. I’d fucked
the husband once a couple of years ago when their marriage was going
through troubles and I’m sort of proud to say that I think I helped them
get back together again by allowing him to live out his fantasies and
return to his wife with THAT out of his system so to say. Apparently not
only did they reconcile but they also started swapping. While I only had
sex with him once, we still saw each other each week in church and he
knew full well that I was now engaged.
One day after the service he pulled me to the side and asked if Steve and
I would be interested in joining in with their group. While I knew their
marriage had improved I have to say I was more than a bit surprised to
find out it had improved THAT much! Well it didn’t take a rocket
scientist to figure out WHY he asked me as he’d been trying to get me to
have sex with him off and on ever since the first time. Still, with
everything else going on between Steve and me I thought it might not be a
bad idea to at least give it a try.
These days I guess you could say we are full-fledged “members”. It’s not
at all like the sex party scene that my best friend Beth is into where
couples are highly discouraged and married couple expressly forbidden.
Those parties are strictly for singles looking to be selfish and have
unattached sex with whoever they want for a night. Granted they can be
fun but in the end I find them rather exhausting and unfulfilling as
there is no connection between anyone.
In our group everyone is either married, engaged, or in a long-term
relationship and both people must attend. I find it much more enjoyable
and erotic to be fucked by a guy while his wife is getting it from my own
fiancé right next to me than to just be one more girl that some stranger
is fucking that night. Before you even ask - absolutely NO kids (or pets
for that matter) allowed. Everyone is 21 or older as they do serve
alcohol. I would say 90% of the sex is heterosexual although sometimes
some of the women do it together but even then it’s more like a show for
their husbands than anything personal between them.
Although the adultery issue was the biggest problem I use to have when it
came to the idea of swapping, I have to admit that deep down I’ve always
wondered if I could remain detached enough to watch my husband having sex
with a woman not in my family without feeling jealousy or becoming
insecure - especially if she was hotter than me. Well, that was all
before I met Steve again and accepted his marriage proposal.
Today I feel a love and attachment to Steve that is beyond anything I
ever would have thought possible. It’s certainly more than anything I
ever felt with Duane, the last guy I thought I might marry. Of course
it’s different watching my fiancé having sex with another girl compared
to seeing him fucking my aunt or cousin. Face it, there's nothing
threatening when he fucks my Aunt Linda or Kristi because I know they’re
family and I recognize that they’re just having fun. Being family
there’s no "competition" between them and me at least not so far as
competing for love. Still, when he’s fucking other women there are those
times I can't help but feel a little twinge seeing the ecstasy on his
face as he fucks them, especially when it’s someone new.
In my defense I think it would be unnatural for me NOT to feel a little
bit of protectiveness. The key difference is I know that it’s just sex
when he is with them and at the end of the night it’s ME that he returns
to and it’s ME he wants to fuck when we get home. That’s sort of our own
little ritual in that no matter how tired we may be after a party and no
matter how much sex we each had, we still always make love when we get
home, even if it’s just a quickie.
Since we got started we’ve gotten to know a few couples better and
sometimes we go out to dinner with them or just meet for sex. We’ve even
gone over to the folks from church although we’ve never told his wife
that it was ME that he had fucked when he “cheated” on her (she just
knows it was another woman and not who it was). It’s one of those things
where so long as it all worked out in the end it was OK but putting an
actual face to the woman, especially if she found out it was me after all
we’d done together at various church activities, might have been a little
awkward to say the least.
The one thing about joining the swapping group is it has kept any
suggestions of having sex with more of his friends off the table, at
least for now. It’s all still pretty new so I’m sure sooner or later the
topic will come up again and to be honest, I wouldn’t mind so long as he
did a better job of choosing his friends. I’ve found that I truly enjoy
it when Steve watches me having sex with other men. I may be feeling
another dick in me but it’s Steve’s eyes I lock onto.
I especially love it when the guy cums in me and I cry out to Steve to
tell him how much I love him as my pussy is being filled with another
man’s cum. Who knows, maybe I’m starting to understand in a small way
why his mother likes watching us so much. By the way - she knows nothing
about her son’s new sexual adventures. I don’t get the idea from getting
to know her better that she would be very supportive - especially about
the kids.
Chapter 2 - Meeting Bill and Maria
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Bill and Maria were a married couple that attended my church. They were
just a couple of years older than me and Steve and didn’t have any kids
yet although she has since told me that they have been talking about
trying. While Maria has no issues with me having sex with her husband
today, she does NOT know that a couple of years ago Bill had fucked me
back when their marriage was going through some troubles. They had
gotten married really young and apparently he felt like he had missed out
on things by becoming attached to just one woman so early in life and now
he wanted to try out something (someone?) new.
At the time I was rather proud of myself for how easily I seduced him
once I got wind of the issues he and his wife were having. That said, I
am even more proud to say that I think I actually was the reason they got
back together again. He had this ongoing fantasy of having sex in public
(we did it at a rest area on a local highway, staring with a BJ in the
parking lot and finally he fucked me in the men’s room) but Maria was
more the “do it in the bedroom with the lights off” type at the time.
Her refusal to “spice up” their sex life was one of the biggest issues
that was threatening their marriage. By giving him that opportunity he
was able to return to his wife with THAT out of his system so to say.
Personally, I enjoyed it too so it was a win-win for everyone.
While I knew that they had reconciled, what I did NOT know was that they
also started swapping. Apparently he was able to convince her that there
was more to their sex life than missionary under the covers. I know now
that he even confessed he’d cheated but thankfully he hadn’t told her
with who. Evidently learning how close she’d come to losing him gave her
the incentive to give a little and once she got started she was hooked.
Can’t say I blame her! Besides, Bill is not bad looking either and he’s
better than average when it comes to sex. While I only had sex with him
once (I stick to my “one time” policy when it comes to sex and married
men committing adultery), we still saw each other each week in church and
so he knew full well that I was engaged.
One Sunday about a month ago after the service he pulled me to the side
and asked if Steve and I would be interested in joining in with their
group. Needless to say I was more than a bit surprised and I couldn't
help but be a little cynical at first. It didn’t take a rocket scientist
to figure out WHY he asked me as he’d been trying to get me to have sex
with him off and on ever since the first time. Still, with everything
else going on between Steve and me I thought it might not be a bad idea
to at least give it a try. If nothing else I thought it might help to do
something with Steve that didn’t involve people half our age!
Going to a party for sex wasn't all that hard for me but it was the first
time that Steve had been to anything like it. Sure he’d been at parties
where people hooked up and sometimes things happened, but never to one
where the stated intent was for everyone to have sex with one another.
For me it was unique in that the makeup of the crowd was a lot different
than the parties Beth takes me to in that everyone was either married,
engaged or in a long-term relationship. Whereas at Beth’s parties
couples were discouraged and married couples banned, at this one it was
just the opposite in that ONLY people in a committed relationship were
allowed. While you weren’t really expected to have sex with your own
partner, you certainly could if you wanted but then what would be the
point unless you were just an exhibitionist?
The party was held at a large home in an upscale neighborhood on the
north side. It was quite a large group - maybe thirty to forty people.
The hosts had several kids who were staying with friends so there were
plenty of bedrooms if that was what you preferred. That was another
difference between this and Beth’s parties where everyone had to stay in
the communal areas - no private sex. At this one if you wanted to be
alone in one of the bedrooms, all you had to do was shut the door and
people would respect your privacy.
All-in-all I would say it was a much more relaxed atmosphere without all
the competitiveness that sometimes arises at the parties where everybody
is just trying to see how many times they can get laid in one night - not
that some people didn’t seem to have that intent at the swap party as
well but it wasn't the theme of the evening. For the most, couples
seemed to stay together or in close proximity. I would say almost every
guy that fucked me was with Steve within arm’s reach of me and the same
for him and the women he fucked. There was only one guy who wanted me in
private and I bet you can guess who it was... Bill. He arranged it by
having Maria and Steve do it alone which left him alone with me, like
that wasn't his intent all along.
Oh, one more thing different about the swap parties compared to the sex
parties - no initiations. Just because Steve and I were the newcomers we
weren’t treated any different from anyone else. Rather than having
everything get started with a bang by having the host fuck the “newbie”
in front of everyone (which could be a bit of a shock for some people),
when we walked in the party had already started and you just sort of
joined in as you felt like it.
When the party was over, or at least so far as we were concerned, we went
back to Steve’s place and made love. There was something “cleansing”
about having my lover fuck me after being with all those other men and we
agreed that from then on whenever we went out like this we would always
make sure to make love when we got home. In a way it was sort of
romantic as well!
Since that first party we’ve gotten to know a few couples better. Rather
than go to the parties where Steve wasn't all that comfortable, we’ve
instead gone out to dinner with a few of them. Of course it always ends
up at their house or a motel room for sex. Like, isn’t that the whole
purpose? As for location, there was no way I was taking them back to my
mess of a house and I couldn't see us doing it at Steve’s house with his
mother looking in on everyone so unless they were willing to go to their
home we just went to a motel. Most of the couples have kids which sort
of restricts things at their home as well.
I suppose it should come as no surprise that the couple we first met
after the party was Bill and Maria. Since they didn’t have kids we ended
up at their place which was rather small but then who needs all that much
room for sex? Bill had made sure to tell me at the start that Maria had
no idea that it was me that he had “cheated” with and he felt that it
should stay that way. I could understand as it’s one of those things
where so long as it all worked out in the end it was OK but putting an
actual face to the woman can put things in a different light. After all,
we’d done a number of things together over the years at various church
activities so while having sex with her husband now was OK with her, she
might not have felt the same way about us doing it before she was OK with
everything.
Earlier I mentioned that one of the reasons Bill had cheated on Maria was
because she wasn't into public sex. Well, as it turned out that while
she doesn’t mind being seen at the parties or when with another couple,
she STILL is extremely shy about anything sexual in the general public.
Thus one of the reasons Bill wanted them to go out to dinner with me and
Steve was because he knew that I didn’t have such hang-ups. Heck, if
anything I PREFER public sex! Not that I want to get arrested or
anything, but it’s the thrill of ALMOST getting caught that makes it so
exciting. It’s knowing they COULD see me if they just knew where to look
that gets me off. In some cases it’s knowing they CAN see me but can’t
do anything about it that makes it really hot.
Unlike Bill with Maria, I’d told Steve all about my past
“accomplishments” with Bill. He just shook his head when I told him
about the rest area, muttering something about how I just can’t “get
enough” sometimes but then he grinned and I knew he was just teasing me.
Steve loves that I am a bit of an exhibitionist and while at times I
think I may even scare him a little, he generally rises to the occasion -
in more ways than one.
Chapter 3 - Going to the Restaurant
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I have to say that it wasn’t any great surprise to either Steve or me
when Bill called to make arrangements with him and asked if we could go
out to dinner first before going to their place “for fun”. Indeed, HE
was the one who suggested that Bill must have been hoping that I would do
something for him while we were at the restaurant. Then he proved yet
again why I love him so much when he teased me and asked me how far I was
ready to go in public with Bill. I didn’t answer but instead just gave
him a smirk and told him he would just have to find out - along with
Bill.
The Lemont, the restaurant we were going to, was on the south side of
Pittsburgh on top of the hills overlooking the city. They call it Mt.
Washington but it’s Really just a big hill! While you COULD park near
the restaurant, the more traditional means is to park at the bottom of
the hill and ride the Incline up. The Incline is two cars connected by a
cable that loops at the top of the hill such that when one goes up the
other goes down, passing each other in the middle. I’d ridden the
incline many times over the years as you get a spectacular view of the
city. Of course there have been a few times when I didn’t get to see
much of the city as my head was buried in the lap of the guy I was with!
Actually, sex on the Incline is a local tradition and any couple that
wants a claim to sexual impropriety fame simply HAS to have their card
punched for the Incline!
When we got there Bill and Maria were waiting for us and Bill had already
purchased tickets for the four of us. There was a large group ahead of
us and while we could have all squeezed in we decided to wait for the
next round. Maria and I took a seat on a bench while Bill and Steve
stood around talking about sports or something like that. I complimented
Maria on her beautiful fur coat which must have set back Bill more than a
few pennies. Even forgetting the beauty of the coat, with the
unseasonably cold weather I was wishing I had something that warm on!
The waiting area was heated but not all that much, just enough to take
the chill off and my bare legs were freezing.
Maria opened the coat to show me her dress. Maria is almost 27, making
her just a couple of years older than me so it wasn't like she was some
middle aged woman and she certainly wasn’t going to hide what she had in
the dress she was wearing. She was maybe ten pounds or so over what
might have been her ideal weight but I would have sworn most of that was
in her boobs. It didn’t hurt that she was wearing a slinky black dress
that was so low cut half of her boobs were on display and what was hidden
was threatening to burst out any moment. There was also little doubt as
to whether she had on a bra or not as the cold air quickly raised her
nipples through the thin fabric. The dress was hugging her body like it
was painted on which didn’t exactly help with her hips but I was sure it
would be showing off her ass once she removed the coat completely.
Maria leaned over with a conspiratorial look and whispered that she
wasn't wearing any panties. She even blushed when she said that so I
knew it was a stretch for her. I wanted to ask her if she had ever gone
out without any before but something in the twinkle in her eyes told me
the answer without having to ask.
Compared to Maria I felt a little underdressed and I don’t mean in terms
of quantity. I had on a nice outfit but it was nothing like her dress
and coat. Her fur coat must have cost thousands while my light overcoat
was off the rack from Macy’s at under a hundred dollars on clearance.
The dress was obviously something from a designer store while mine came
from the same Macy’s store - and the same clearance rack. Granted, I
thought it as nice but it was nothing like Maria’s. It was black as well
and while low cut, I didn’t have the massive cleavage to display that she
did. Of course I wasn't wearing a bra but I WAS wearing a thong
underneath which was pretty hard to forget about when it started to wedge
up my ass just as it was at that moment.
The only thing I had going for me was that my dress was several inches
shorter than hers. With her legs she was smart enough to wear something
that came down past mid-thigh and thus hid some of the extra weight in
her thighs. In contrast, mine was well ABOVE mid-thigh and it would have
been easier to measure it from my ass down than from my knees up if you
get the idea. With my legs crossed it pulled up just under my ass,
pretty much allowing a full view of my leg from my butt to my ankles.
Maria was making some comment about my dress “not leaving much to the
imagination” but then I could have said the same for her bust as she was
for my legs. Before she got it all out Bill called out that the car was
almost back so we got up and buttoned our coats once again before the
guys got an early preview. This time we were the only four getting on
board and I winked at Maria as we got in. Her face sort of went red as I
knew she understood what I meant. Just to make sure there was no
misunderstanding, I sat down next to Bill before Maria could leaving her
to sit by Steve in the seat next to us. The car lurched and I knew we
had only a few minutes before it would be at the top of the hill so there
was little time to waste.
“Mmmmmmm, let’s get things started right,” I said so everyone could hear.
Before anyone responded I was attacking Bill’s zipper and reaching in for
his dick.
“Oh my god, already?” Bill gasped, trying to sound as if he was surprised
but I knew he would have been disappointed if I had NOT been so quick to
act.
“Hey, once she has her mind set there’s no stopping her so you may as
well just sit back and enjoy it,” Steve called over from the opposite
side.
I noticed that Maria wasn't making any moves herself but that wasn’t
stopping Steve from reaching into her coat and getting a handful of her
boobs. Bill was wearing boxers which made it easier to get his dick out
and before we were far from the lower station I was sucking his dick.
Suddenly I felt this incredible sense of horniness and I wanted SO bad to
be fucked but I knew there was no way we could get it done in the short
time we had available. As I sucked on his dick I made a promise to
myself that I would have his dick in me before appetizers, one way or
another.
“Head down Kelly!” Steve called out to me and I knew what he meant.
As I said, halfway up the hill we passed the other car coming down the
hill and for a brief moment the passengers would see each other. Usually
people waved but I was more interested in the hard dick between my lips
than being friendly. Still, it wouldn’t do to have some old biddy see me
sucking his cock and reporting us when they arrived so I took all of
Bill’s cock in my mouth and went down deep and just help him my mouth as
the others waved and said hello to the people passing by.
“Clear Kelly,” Steve announced a few seconds later and I resumed my work
on his dick.
Given there had been no foreplay before the ride it would have been hard
to have gotten Bill to cum in the short time available. In the past when
I HAD gotten a guy to cum we had started before the ride started so he
was almost there when we got on and all I had to do was finish him off.
Still, you never know how horny a guy might be so I held out hope, though
slim, that I might get a mouthful of cum before we got off. Alas, it was
not to be and Steve again helped me out by warning that we were almost
there.
“I need you to fuck me... BAD!” I almost growled at Bill as he put
himself back into his shorts and pulled up his zipper.
I saw Maria adjusting her dress to get her boobs back in. Steve has
always been a boob guy so it didn’t surprise me that he had made the most
of the opportunity. In fact, to this day I still wonder why he asked me
out back when I was fourteen as I was barely into a training bra at the
time and all the other girls he had sex with already were far ahead of me
on the growth curve.
We left the station with Maria hanging onto Steve’s arm and me on Bill’s.
Anyone seeing us would think we were married to one another which was all
part of the fun as far as I was concerned. Of course it might have been
different had someone from school passed by but then the odds of that
were pretty small so I didn't worry about it.
Chapter 4 - Fun in the Restroom
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The Lemont restaurant is a Pittsburgh legend and with prices to match.
As such it was NOT one of our more frequented places but Bill announced
that he would be picking up the tab when he had called Steve about it
earlier so that took some of the pressure off of me. We were lucky
enough to get a table by a window which offered a spectacular view of the
Pittsburgh skyline as the night approached and the lights appeared. The
only negative thing was that it was a table and not a booth and being by
the window, there was absolutely no privacy. Then again, it also meant
that everyone COULD see us which wasn't all that bad.
When Maria and I took off or coats and the waiter hustled the off to the
coatroom, I could feel every eye in the room on us. No doubt Maria’s
boobs were competing with my legs for attention so it was a true contest
between the boob men and leg men for who got the most attention. In the
end it didn’t matter as it wasn't like we were entering a wet t-shirt
contest or something. If anything I think both Steve and Bill
appreciated the stares we were getting.
“Wow!” was all Steve got out as he got his first good look at Maria’s
boobs. He may have gotten a handful on them in the darkened Incline car
but this was his first good look at them in the light. I playfully
punched him, teasing him about his poetic outburst.
In contrast to Steve’s open-mouthed single syllable appraisal of Maria’s
assets, Bill was more eloquent yet still a bit on the vulgar side as he
made some sort of comment about whether or not I could sit down in the
dress I was wearing, the obvious question being would it cover my ass
when I was sitting. Granted, sitting down in such an outfit without a
coat to cover me WAS something that had to be done carefully, but that
was all part of the show.
I tugged briefly at the hem and then sat down slowly, crossing my legs
immediately making sure the leg facing the room was the one that was on
top such that everyone could see what was covered - and not. Once in
place I knew I couldn’t move around a lot as there was the constant
threat of it pulling up under my butt but so long as I sat fairly still
it was safe.
“Your legs are incredible,” Bill said softly to me as he pushed my chair
under me and then sat down next to me.
Meanwhile Steve’s eyes were doing all the talking as he stared down into
Maria’s cleavage, not even trying to be subtle.
Before long our drink orders were taken and Bill ordered some wine that I
had never heard of but then it’s not like I am a wine connoisseur by any
stretch of the imagination. My usually criteria is white wine and cheap!
We struck up a conversation, mostly centered around the view before us
which grew even more spectacular as the sky darkened. There were other
tables within arm reach so it wasn’t like it was anything at all private
where the conversation could go off into a more erotic direction. Still,
Bill and Maria were pleasant company and if anything, I was just getting
all the more horny with passing moment as I could still taste Bill’s dick
in my mouth.
I reminded myself of my promise on the Incline so now it was just a
matter of execution. Still, it wasn't like there were all that many
options available to us. The place was pretty packed as was usual for a
Saturday evening and it would have been hard to hide even a hand in
someone’s lap, let alone anything more flagrant.
The wine arrived and I admired the way Bill handled the entire routine
which always intimidates me, making me glad the guy is the one who has to
deal with it. It was a little dry for me but I smiled and complimented
him on his wonderful selection anyway. Apparently it was rather
expensive from the way Bill and Steve were talking so I figured it was
just my unsophisticated taste buds at work. Give me Chinese and a Diet
Coke and I’m happy!
If there’s one thing you can count on at a restaurant like Lemont’s, you
won’t get out in anything less than a few hours. Everything is done
slowly and you are expected to take your time. No doubt the slow
turnover contributed to the exorbitant prices on the menu. My eyes
widened as I surveyed the selections and I felt thankful that Bill would
be the one to pay for it all. On the good side, that meant there was
plenty of time between decisions and courses although the waiter seemed
to somehow magically appear whenever any of our glasses even threatened
to go empty.
Finally the waiter took our order and when he was gone, I turned to Bill
and smiled sweetly, asking him if her remembered what I had told him I
wanted back on the Incline. Bill’s eyes darted quickly to Maria before
he turned back to me with a smile and he nodded. I smiled back and
licked my lips slowly before telling him I meant what I had said and I
wanted it now.
“Now?” Bill replied, looking at the others as if to get their responses
as well but both of them seemed transfixed on the two of us and never
made a peep.
“Yes... NOW,” I came back firmly.
Bill looked around and I could tell he was a bit confused as he
undoubtedly didn’t see where we could pull something like this off. I
wanted to say something about how he had a short memory but then that
might have peaked Maria's attention and have her wonder what I was
referring to since so far as she knew, her husband had only started
fucking me recently. It would have been awkward to explain why I needed
to remind him of the first place he had fucked me. Granted, the restroom
was in a remote rest area with few people around whereas this was a busy
restaurant but the concept was the same.
“You don’t mind if I borrow your husband for a little while, do you
Maria?” I asked her with as sweet and innocent a smile as I could muster.
There no fooling her even had I been trying as she knew full well what I
wanted had nothing to do with being sweet or innocent.
“Here?” was all she said, her eyes widening a bit.
I just grinned and replied, “Well, if you would rather do it yourself
then I’ll understand.”
Maria’s eyes widened even further and I knew that dressing sexy was about
as far as she was willing to go in public. Not wearing panties -
something I was pretty sure Steve hadn’t discovered yet, was probably one
of the biggest risks she’d ever taken in public so I had to give her
credit for that. In the meantime the clock was ticking, my pussy was
itching, and I wanted to get laid.
“C’mon Bill,” I said, standing up carefully and feeling my dress start to
pull up my bottom before I could pull it back down again.
I didn’t look around but hopefully a few lucky guys had gotten a quick
eyeful! It wasn't like I was bare underneath in any case.
As we walked away from the table I turned to Bill and frowned at him.
“What’s the matter with you? Don’t you remember the first place we did
it?”
“Oh I remember all right,” he chuckled, “Like every time I’ve had sex
with Maria since then. But THAT was a little more private, don’t you
think?”
“Your point”? I countered. He looked blank so I pulled on his arm to
bring him along. “I want to get laid and YOU are going to do it NOW.”
I knew exactly where we needed to go - the men’s room. I learned many
years before that you never go to the women’s room for sex. Too many
women are either uptight or just jealous of a woman having public sex and
as such are more than willing to complain to a manager. In contrast,
I’ve NEVER had a situation where even if a guy knew I was in the
restroom, nothing was EVER said. If anything, it was all the hotter when
other men DID know what was going on, at least for me.
Evidently Bill didn’t understand the subtleties of public sex as when I
started to push on the door to the men’s room he pulled me back with wide
eyes, asking me if he shouldn’t go in first to make sure it was clear
before I went in. I just grinned nastily at him and replied, “Like who
is going to care if I walk in?” Before he could think of a response I
pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Sure enough, there were two other men in there, both looking to be in
their forties or fifties, washing their hands. At first they looked at
me like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing and then they just
stared at me, obviously confused as to what was going on. Bill was right
behind me but I think he was ready to flee if anything was said.
Of course Bill had nothing to worry about, just as I knew he wouldn’t.
All I did was smile pretty at the two guys, pointed at Bill and said,
“Sorry to barge in but I need him to fuck me.” With that I opened the
door to the handicapped stall and tugged Bill in with me before anyone
could say a word. Poor Bill looked like he about to go into shock but I
knew we were safer now than ever. No way were those guys ever going to
say a word. If anything, they’d be telling their friends about it for
years to come - and none of them would believe the story.
The door opened and I heard them leaving, leaving us momentarily along
but I knew that wouldn't last for long so I quickly pulled down my thong
and stepped out of it, hanging it up on the coat hanger on the inside of
the door. In doing so my dress bunched up around my waist, leaving me
naked for all practical purpose between my belly button and my ankles.
Grabbing the handicapped rail I leaned over and pushed my butt up and out
at him, my legs spread as far apart as I could in my heels.
“So are you going to fuck me or do I have to masturbate?” I teased him,
running my finger between my moist pussy lips.
I touched my clit and a sigh escaped as I was already so horny I knew it
wasn't going to take much to drive me over the edge. This was not the
time for foreplay - I just wanted his dick in me and the sooner it was in
me the better. I could hear Bill’s zipper and then him undoing his belt
to get his pants down to his ankles. He put both hands on my hips, one
on each side, and squeezed my butt.
“Damn you’re such a slut,” he whispered as I felt his dick poke me in the
butt. No matter how shocked he may have been at the start, his cock was
certainly responding like it should. I wiggled my ass up against his
stiff dick, wishing he would just get on with it and push it in me.
“Fuck me dammit,” I said sharply, beginning to grow impatient.
His answer was simple and straightforward as his cock slid in me easily
and I felt him shove me forward as he rammed his dick into me.
“Just like the first time, eh?” he said in a voice hoarse with lust as he
started to thrust his dick into me.
Now that he was in me he again was holding me with both hands on my bare
hips, using his arms as he pushed himself into me and then pulled out
again, over and over again.
Just then the door opened and it must have been a couple of guys who knew
each other as they were talking together and carrying on about some
waitress that must have drawn their attention. Bill hesitated for a
moment but his instincts took over and he kept fucking me even though I
knew in his head he must have been worried about our new visitors. Well,
why not push the limit?
“Oh yeah, fuck me like that!” I said loud enough to be heard outside the
stall and then I moaned as Bill’s fat cock filled me yet again. “God I
love your dick in me.”
THAT stopped the conversation outside and for a moment all I could hear
was Bill’s groin slapping to my hips, a little grunt following each time
he would push it deep inside of me.
“What the hell?” someone said and there was a knock on the door.
The walls went down close to the floor so they would have had to
practically get on their hands and knees to see who was inside and no
doubt the idea of doing that, evening a restroom as clean as this one,
wasn't an option for them.
“Go away, can’t you tell we’re busy in here?” I called out to them,
trying not to laugh in the process.
I looked over my shoulder at Bill but he had his eyes trained on my ass,
watching himself fuck me. From the rate at which he was going he must
have been close to cumming and it was if he was paying no attention to
anything else.
“Oh for Christ sake, you’ve GOT to be kidding,” the voice outside said
again and then the two of them started to laugh and say something about
what they knew was going on inside the stall.
Just then Bill gasped and I felt his hands grip my butt hard as he pushed
himself into me as hard as he could and froze in place as his cock
started to spew cum inside of me. After the first couple of shots he
started pumping again as if to draw out as much sperm into me as he
could.
“Oh yeah, cum inside of me,” I groaned again, more for the sake of our
audience than either of us as we obviously knew what was happening.
By then Bill had already pretty much just done that and he was now
standing still behind me, his dick motionless and throbbing in my cum-
filled pussy.
Standing upright, I felt Bill’s dick slip out of me and I got that empty
feeling I always get when I’ve been nicely fucked. It’s like my pussy is
wondering what happened to that wonderful warm dick that was making it
feel so good. Bill’s face as flushed as no doubt mine was. Even though
I hadn’t cum with all the distractions, I still loved every minute of it
and if anything, having our little audience made it so much better for
me. Grabbing some toilet paper, I wiped up the sperm that was oozing out
of me and tried to clean myself off as best as possible while Bill tucked
his dick back into his shorts and pulled up his pants.
With my short dress I really couldn't go out without the thong so once I
had myself pretty well cleaned up I pulled it back on and readjusted my
dress. Bill was back together again as well and the bulge in his pants
was nowhere near what it had been just a few minutes earlier. From what
I could hear, our “friends” were still outside and they weren’t showing
any signs of leaving so I looked at Bill, shrugged my shoulders, and
opened the stall door.
Immediately outside were two guys, both looking to be middle aged in
expensive suits and ties. They leered at me and it was obvious what
their hopes were but it wasn't to be. I’d gotten what I wanted and maybe
in different circumstance I might have taken them on as well but it
actually felt more erotic NOT to fuck them, although I would have bet
THEY had different opinions of that.
“Hope we didn’t keep the two of you from doing anything,” I teased them.
Then on the spur of the moment I hiked my dress up to my waist and
readjusted my thong, running my fingers along the inside edge of the
front to pull it out and reposition it. Then I pulled my dress back down
again and tugged it so it covered my ass. Actually it was no different
than what I would have done on my own at home or in the stall but doing
it in front of these two was much more fun.
“Damn thongs, be glad you don’t have to wear one. They NEVER stay in
place,” I griped to them as if THAT was anything that concerned them.
With that I followed Bill who couldn't seem to wait to escape from the
room before anyone else walked in. I turned as I left and smiled at the
guys who just stood there with their mouths open like fish out of water.
Back at the table Steve and Maria were waiting anxiously for us. Our
appetizers hadn’t arrived yet so at least I’d met my goal for the dinner!
Still, I knew that a quick fuck wasn't going to satisfy me tonight so the
remainder of the dinner seemed like an eternity. I’m sure Steve would
have taken me for his turn in the men’s room but it just didn’t seem
right. What I think he REALLY wanted as to take Maria back but when I
even hinted at it she glared at me and I knew that it was not something
she would even discuss. Poor Steve, he was just going to have to wait
until we got to their house to get his piece of pussy.
During dinner I glanced around a few times to see if there was any sign
of our audience from the men’s room but I didn’t see them anywhere. I
had sort of expected them to at least walk by and say something but
evidently they either didn’t want to or maybe they had wives or
girlfriends that were keeping them from checking out the other women in
the place.
Chapter 5 - After Dinner
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After dinner we returned to the cars. This time there were too many
people around to have fun on the Incline but I knew it was only a matter
of minutes before we would be at their house so I held myself back from
doing something that we all might regret later. I rode with Bill while
Maria rode with Steve on the drive to their house. It was about a twenty
minute drive but the traffic was miserable and the last thing we needed
was to get in an accident with my head in his lap so rather than do
anything to him, I opened my coat and laid back the seat and masturbated
the entire way back to his house. I asked him if Maria ever did anything
like this for him and he just shook his head. I almost felt guilty for
leaving poor Steve with such a shy women while I was giving Bill a nice
show.
Once we got to their house, we pretty much split up for the rest of the
evening. I’ve found in the times now that we have been swapping that I
actually prefer that when we are doing just one other couple. When it’s
a party then I love getting fucked in front of everyone with Steve around
to watch as well. Yet when we swap with another couple, I find myself
more comfortable with actually swapping for the night versus sharing.
In this case Maria and Steve went to the master bedroom while Bill took
me to a guest bedroom. We spent a few hours in bed and then all got back
together in the kitchen for some drinks before Steve and I left. It was
pretty late, just as I had assumed it would be, so I ended up staying at
his house rather than trying to get home on my own. It also made it much
easier for us to make love before we went to sleep without having to
worry about how late it was getting.
The next morning at church we ran into Bill and Maria in the middle of
the sanctuary while everyone was doing the hand-shaking thing. I looked
around and wondered what all the people around us would say if they had
any idea what the four of us had done the previous evening, especially
Bill and me in the restroom. Of course I wasn’t wearing the dress from
the night before and Maria had her boobs under control so it wasn't like
we were giving off any overt signals. At the same time for a moment I
was tempted to tell Bill to meet me in the basement during the sermon.
It was then that it struck me and I now feel even more comfortable with
where Steve and I are heading. As much as I would have loved to be
fucked by Bill during church, at the same time I knew it would never
happen. Being single and fucking men whenever I wanted sex was one
thing. Now that I was engaged and soon to be married, it was OK to have
sex with other men when my man was involved with me, but otherwise it
wasn't right. Maybe had Maria agreed to do the same with Steve then it
might have been different but for the two of us to just sneak off and
have sex while our partners stayed back and weren’t even going to be
doing it later just wasn't right.
Granted this is NOT how I use to feel about sex outside of marriage but
it feels better now to be settling in on a new set of values that I can
live by.
THE END