Subject:     Weekend Swap
Story Codes: MF oral adultery exhib
Diary Date:  June 4, 2011
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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At 42, Rob is an Elder in his church and a respected man within the 
community while his 40 year-old wife Eileen is well known for her charity 
activities.  I'd never met them before but they came across as a nice 
couple in their bio video.  I wonder if anyone at their church knows that 
Rob and Eileen had been swapping for most of their marriage?

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Swapping vs. Adultery
   Chapter 2 - Our Swapping Group
   Chapter 3 – Saturday With Rob and Eileen
   Chapter 4 – The Next Morning


Chapter 1 – Swapping vs. Adultery
=================================

When I was growing up my parents provided me with some pretty clear 
guidelines and morals regarding sex and marriage.  Actually my mom was 
the biggest influence on me as I tended to go along with whatever she 
dictated.  Looking back I can see how that may have contributed to their 
divorce after over 25 years of marriage but at the same time, it 
certainly helped during my teens years to have them agree upon such 
issues, even if behind the scenes there may have been some discontent.

For instance, so far as sex went my parents always encouraged me to 
basically do what felt good.  At first that was limited to just 
masturbation.  Unlike most parents who preach to their children the 
“sins” of masturbation while they do it themselves behind closed doors, 
my parents essentially made it a non-issue.  So far as they were 
concerned, if I felt the need, then I should do it.  It was really that 
simple.  There was no need, or desire for that matter, on their part for 
me to put on a show and while SOME discretion was simply being polite, at 
least I didn't have to run off to the bathroom and lock the door behind 
me just because I was so turned on my some hunk on TV that I had to do 
something about it.

Once I started having sex with boys, rather than condemn me or preach to 
me about the evils of premarital sex, my parents showed more concern 
about my safety and well-being both physically and emotionally.  If I 
wanted to bring a boy home for sex that was fine with them as they saw it 
as being better than doing it in the backseat of some car out in the 
middle of nowhere.  My mom even took me to her gynecologist for birth 
control when I was just fourteen, ignoring the pointed comments from the 
doctor and insisting on a prescription for me.  She didn't even try to 
pretend it was for problems with my period or the other typical excuses.  
She made it clear that her daughter was having sex and she wanted her 
protected.  Seems to me the doctor should have been more impressed by her 
being so protective and less judgmental.

A source of constant amusement and to some extent frustration for me is 
how people all seem to assume that since my parents practice incest that 
they must be “swingers”, get involved in would and crazy orgies, or 
otherwise have sex outside of the family boundaries.  THAT never happened 
with my parents during their marriage, well except for a couple of times 
between my dad and my best friend but she WAS my best friend and 
practically family as it was.

My mother was always especially insistent that sex outside marriage was 
adultery - period.  Whether both partners consented was irrelevant - to 
my mom sex was sex and sex outside of marriage was adultery.  Because 
incest by definition is sex within a family and when you marry someone, 
you essentially marry their family, that means that incest is NOT 
adultery.  

Many people have asked me if I will continue having sex with my father 
after I get married.  Well, those people obviously know nothing about me 
or they wouldn’t have to ask.  Just because I marry someone doesn’t make 
me any less of a daughter to my father.  A wedding ring and vows do not 
somehow invalidate my duties and responsibilities as a daughter.  I 
really don’t understand why people would think that marriage would have 
anything to do with me and my father’s relationship in the first place.  
It’s not like he’s been my lover or anything kinky like that.  It’s 
something between a father and a daughter, nothing more or less than 
that.

For almost my entire life I have assumed that one thing WOULD change when 
I got married and that was regarding having sex with people outside of my 
marriage.  Having been raised by my rather conservative mother, I 
believed that sex outside marriage was adultery so once I took my vows 
then that meant no sex with other people.  That’s not quite as 
restrictive as it may seem at first as “sex” is defined as the 
penetration of a female vagina by a male penis.  This blowjobs and such 
would still be ok, I just couldn’t take another guy’s dick inside of my 
pussy.

That was all well and good when getting married was just a dream of mine.  
Now that I have a ring on my finger and a wedding date all set I’m facing 
the harsh reality of married life.  I love Steve more than I can express 
and it’s not like I even once felt like I was making a “sacrifice” to be 
with him.  At the same time there IS an element of risk and adventure 
that would be removed from my life.  So you can imagine my surprise when 
Steve first came to me with the idea to swap with another couple.  At 
first I thought he meant it to be like some sort of “last hurrah” before 
we got married but then I was surprised to find out that he intended this 
to be an ongoing thing with us even after we got married.

Although I was quite concerned at first, since we were just engaged I 
figured it couldn’t hurt to go along with him in the long term.  If I 
decided I didn't like it, then there would be plenty of time to discuss 
things between us before the wedding day made it official.

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 at least a little bit of 
jealousy or becoming insecure - especially if she was hotter than me.  
Now after having had some experience in the matter, I can say that today 
I feel a love and attachment to Steve that is beyond anything I ever 
would have thought possible.

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 just having fun.  Being family there’s no 
"competition" between them and me.  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 
and he’s giving them his cum in his pussy - cum that normally would have 
been in mine.

In my defense I think it would be unnatural for me NOT to feel a little 
bit of protectiveness when it comes to having sex with Steve.  The key 
difference is I know that it’s just about sex when he’s 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.


Chapter 2 - Our Swapping Group
==============================

Once we tried it we both agreed that exchanging partners was something 
we’d to do more often.  The key issue was finding other couples.  It’s 
not like you just walk up to another couple and announce you want to have 
sex with them.  Thus in the end Steve and I got involved with a swapping 
group.  Believe it or not we were introduced to the group by a couple I 
knew from church.  I’d fucked the husband once a few years ago when their 
marriage was going through troubles.  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 a swap group.  While I knew their 
marriage had improved measurably, 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, 
outing aside his intentions I thought it might not be a bad idea to at 
least give it a try.

So in the end we joined the group.  First we had to go through an 
“approval” process to be sure we weren’t just looking to cause trouble 
and that we really were a couple.  They even ran a credit check on the 
both us and checked our references although of course no mention was made 
of the real reason why they were being asked about us.

You have to be either married or at least engaged to join our group 
although I think they have let in a few couples with proven long-term 
commitments.  It’s nothing again like Beth’s sex parties where the rules 
are the exact opposite - NO couples and definitely NO married people or 
at least both can't attend at the same time.  Those events are intended 
strictly intended 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 have found them to be rather exhausting and unfulfilling as 
there is no connection between anyone.  Sure I get off at them but the 
next day it’s like a Chinese meal - you’re hungry for more right away.

Just to emphasize the point, our group isn’t a bunch of wild and crazy 
people looking for all-night swapping parties and orgies.  If anything 
the group membership tends to be on the conservative side.  In fact, I 
was told that it got started by people fed up with the group sex scene 
and started looking for something more personal with better privacy and 
security.  It’s just a bunch of people with similar interests that use 
the group as a means of contacting people and arranging dates.  Think of 
it like an on-line dating service whose objective is to bring people 
together, not hold group meetings and interactions.

So rather than having “parties” with lots of people trading around like 
what happens when I go to one of Beth’s extravaganzas, within our group 
it’s always just two couples meeting.  Even then I would hesitate to call 
it even a four- some.  The guiding charter is for two couples to swap 
partners for the evening, enjoy some “strange” sex, and then return home 
to their “normal” lives and families.  So far with one couple we all 
fucked in the same room but the others have all been situations where we 
switched partners and then went off to our own rooms for sex.  In one 
case the other wife and I played a little bit with each other but it was 
more to entertain our guys.  Once the men got involved then we split up 
from there.  We’ve gone to dinner with one couple, a movie with another, 
and just met at another couple’s house once.

Technically there are no rules against meeting with the same people 
multiple times.  We haven’t so far simply because we’re so new to the 
group and there are so many options available.  So far I wouldn’t mind 
getting back with any of the ones we’ve met; it just hasn’t happened yet.

So far the people we’ve met have been either around our age or older.  By 
sheer coincidence all of them have had kids but we’ve never met any of 
them as that’s another cardinal rule - no underage kids can be involved 
in any way.  That’s perfectly OK with me but as you might imagine I think 
Steve wished they were a little more “open-minded” about it (his words, 
not mine).  Actually it really doesn’t matter anyway as he gets all he 
wants of that sort of thing when he’s with my dad and aunt.  

The one thing about joining the swapping group is that 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.  Then again, I’ve always been an exhibitionist when it comes 
to sex so that’s certainly nothing new.  Sure I may be feeling another 
guy’s dick in me but it’s always Steve’s eyes I lock onto whenever I can.  
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 3 – Saturday With Rob and Eileen
========================================

I’d never met the other couple when Steve told me about the new 
arrangements.  I read their bio.  looked at their photo and watched their 
video.  Overall they seemed to be nice people.  Eileen looked pretty hot 
while the husband appeared to be your typical middle-aged guy with a 
little bit of a belly and a receding hairline.  They were 42 and 40 
respectively, a few years older than Steve had thought they were when he 
arranged everything.  Rob was some sort of engineer while Eileen sold 
Jafra cosmetic products and apparently did quite well.  Their group bio 
mentioned kids from previous marriages but all of the photos were of just 
the two of them.  Again, that was perfectly fine with me but I know Steve 
was more curious.

Here is part of the biography that they post on our group website.  Sorry 
but I had to out the more private portions.

Names:  Rob and Eileen McKnight 
        Address: xxxxx 
                 xxxxx 
                 xxxxxxxx,xx xxxxx 
        Phone #: (xxx) xxx-xxxx 
        Member Since: June, 2009 
        Age:   42 (Rob) and 40 (Eileen) 
        Status: Married 5 years, 2nd for both 
        Family: 2 daughters from Eileen's previous marriage (11 & 14)
                1 son from Rob's previous marriage (20)
        Career:  Rob - Electrical Engineer
                 Eileen - Jafra District Manager
        Looking For: Like-minded couple to exchange partners, preferably 
                over-night 
        Likes:  Rob -  anal, oral 
                Eileen - oral (giving more than receiving), romance 
        Dislikes: Rob -  BSDM, water sports, overweight women 
                  Eileen - anal, BSDM, facial hair on men 
                  Both -  anything involving underage kids
                          nothing public in Pittsburgh area

Give that they and their family were well-known in the Pittsburg area, 
Rob and Eileen preferred to go out of town for such things and so they 
suggested Columbus as Rob was an alumni of the university there and knew 
the city.  The plan was to spend the day around the city and then the 
night in a hotel, returning to Pittsburgh late Sunday morning.

Steve had to work Friday night so we arranged to meet Rob and Eileen 
around noon or so to allow Steve to get a little sleep before we headed 
out to Columbus, Ohio.  That turned out to work out well as I had a last-
minute arrangement to visit a student of mine and her parents on Friday 
night.

Not surprisingly, we got started a little late.  Steve didn't pick me up 
until almost 45 minutes after noon making us late to Rob and Eileen’s 
house but they were running late as well thanks to some hitch getting 
their kids to her parents where they were staying the weekend.  They 
didn’t elaborate and I wondered if her parents had any idea why she and 
her husband really weren’t taking the kids along with them.  I also had 
my doubts that her parents knew who was going with them out of town 
either.

Rob drove which worked out best for everyone given his new Chrysler 300M 
was much more comfortable than Steve’s extended cab pickup truck and 
roomier than my high-mileage Toyota Avalon that I was still driving long 
after my mom had given it to me way back in my college days.  My only 
issue was his car had a large center console so while I sat in front with 
Rob, I couldn't snuggle up close as he drove.  I can't say the same for 
the two of them in the back seat! 

Steve and Eileen hit it off from the start and they were going at it like 
two teenagers in heat.  Now and then I would glance in the rear-view 
mirror and I can’t say there wasn’t just a little bit of jealousy when I 
saw them kissing and Steve’s hand up under her tank top caressing her 
large breasts.  For a women her age they were surprisingly firm and she 
wasn't wearing a bra.  Something told me they were the result of some 
surgical enhancements.  Not necessarily implants but almost certainly a 
lift.

Just to keep things straight, from the beginning we’d all agreed that for 
the entire trip we would trade partners and so far as anyone else was 
concerned, I was Rob’s wife and Eileen was Steve’s.  We didn't really 
plan to hang around together all that much outside of the car so it 
wasn't like people would look at us and wonder what the real story was.  
I suppose people would just assume Rob was dealing with some typical male 
mid-life crisis and Steve was being taken advantage of by a hot cougar.

It should have taken just over three hours to drive to Columbus but we 
made a stop in Wheeling, WV at the casino where we played the slots for 
about an hour.  I hadn’t been there in ages and I missed the loud sounds 
and flashing lights.  Rob was really nice to me, paying for all my play 
and not even complaining a little when I lost it all.  Then again, the 
only thing he really seemed interested in was standing behind me and 
looking down my cami as I played!

I didn't see much of Steve and Eileen while we were at the casino.  At 
one point I even was thinking about asking Rob if they were gambling or 
had headed for somewhere more private but I figured whatever was going on 
was between Steve and Eileen was their business.  It seemed a little odd 
at first but I started to get into it after a while as Rob would get 
talking to other guys and then introduce me as his wife.  Since I had my 
engagement ring on most guys just saw the diamond and assumed I actually 
WAS his wife.  Of course I went along with the act, hugging him and 
putting my hands all over him like we were newlyweds.  I guess in a 
manner of speaking we were!

Once in Columbus Rob gave us the grand tour.  Even though I’d gone to 
school only about an hour north of the city, I really hadn’t spent much 
time in Columbus and what I did was pretty much focused on a few major 
shopping centers.  Wow, I’d never realize there was so much to see and 
do!  We stopped and did some sightseeing and a little shopping but didn't 
really have all that much time before our dinner reservations at some 
Italian restaurant right in the middle of the Arena District.  It had 
such an unusual name even I couldn't forget it - Buca di Beppo.  It had 
what can only be described as an “interesting” décor and I highly 
recommend it to anyone!

OK, you’re probably wondering how many times I sucked his cock during the 
trip and where he first fucked me in Columbus.  Well, I don’t mean to 
disappoint anyone reading this but other than some major flirting and 
teasing, nothing happened between us so far as actual sex all that 
afternoon.  It’s not like we were on a church-sponsored field trip as 
there was lots of touching and groping but no sex.  It wasn't until we 
split up at the hotel after dinner that I sucked Rob’s dick for the first 
time!  So I guess if anything tells you this is a different group to be 
associated with than most I’ve been with in the past, that would be it!

In a way I found it incredibly erotic NOT to have sex right away.  The 
buildup and tension that rose throughout the day became incredibly erotic 
for us both.  Steve and Eileen weren't as discreet but then being 
fourteen years younger than Rob he could afford to cum earlier in the day 
a couple of times and still have enough to get through the evening.  I 
just loved the way Rob’s eyes never seemed to leave me.  Indeed, there 
were a few moments driving around town that I wished they would!

I wasn’t wearing a bra and as the afternoon wore on it seemed that my 
blouse slowly unbuttoned itself until by dinner time it was over half-way 
undone.  My denim shorts weren’t quite as short as some I owned but they 
were extremely tight and I could tell he appreciated my ass from the way 
he would find any excuse to brush his hand up against it.  They were 
hemmed to make them more “formal” and totally covered my butt but that 
was all.  Put together with my heels and I thought my legs didn't look 
half-bad either.

After dinner we spent the entire evening at the Hyatt Regency doing 
nothing but having sex in some form or another.  No sooner than we were 
in the room and it was like Rob was ready to explode.  He shut the door, 
turned around, and there I was already kneeling front of him as I undid 
his pants and pulled out his dick and went to work without saying another 
word.  I didn't undress or even touch myself as I gave my full attention 
to his poor dick that must have been hurting from being so hard all day 
as it was.  He didn't last two minutes, cumming faster than a sixteen 
year-old boy getting his first real blowjob.

“God Kelly, you have NO idea how much I’ve been wanting that all day,” he 
gasped as he caught his breath while I licked my lips.  He’d cum in my 
mouth for the most part and it took a couple of swallows to get his load 
down me.  

“Oh I think I have SOME idea,” I giggled, standing up and using my 
fingers to wipe the cum from my cheek that had somehow missed my mouth.

I was curious if he would kiss me now but I have to say it didn't 
surprise me when he didn’t.  My guess is 90% or more of men have never 
even tasted cum and of those who have, only a very small percentage have 
done nothing more than a quick experimentation, let alone tasting it on 
their wife or girlfriend’s mouth or pussy.  It’s always struck me as odd 
that men expect women to love cum so much but they never do themselves.

Rather than make him uneasy, I made the excuse that I needed to go to the 
bathroom to clean up which wasn’t entirely untrue.  I quickly brushed my 
teeth and rinsed my face off, then stripped down and wrapped the hotel 
robe around me.  When I went back out into the room, Rob was sitting on 
the edge of the bed patiently waiting for me.  I noted that he had put 
his dick back in his pants but other than that he hadn’t done a thing.  
He even still had his shoes on!

“Hmmmmmm, figured you wouldn’t be so... dressed,” I teased him, twirling 
around in the robe but keeping it shut.  It was rather long so it didn’t 
reveal a whole lot.

Rob looked up at me and smiled.  The room was so quiet as I waited for 
him to say something... anything.

“I guess I assumed that YOU would take care of that,” he said rather 
pointedly.

OK, even I can take a hint when it hits me over the head like a baseball 
bat.  I bent down and took off his shoes and socks, then slowly 
unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders.  He leaned 
back, supporting himself on his hands to make it easier for me to undo 
his belt again and unzip his pants.  Then he lifted himself up enough for 
me to pull them off together with his underwear, leaving him sitting 
naked on the bed.  Once again I got a good view of his dick only this 
time I wasn't in such a hurry to get my mouth around it.  Also, it wasn't 
nearly as hard as it had been a little while earlier.

“Looks like you have your work cut out for you,” he said, glancing down 
at his flaccid dick.

He wasn’t teasing me either.  It was more like he was telling me 
something I was expected to take care of.

“Why don’t we take a shower first,” I suggested. 

It had been a long hot day and while I love the smell of a man’s sex, 
body odor wasn't exactly my favorite fragrance.  Something told me we 
wouldn’t be going to bed for a while so why not get started on the right 
foot?

With that I took him by the hand and led him back to the bathroom where I 
got the water ready.  He stepped in the shower and then I dropped the 
robe, letting him see me naked for the first time.

“Holy mother of God,” he whispered as he stared at my nude body.  His 
words were music to a girl’s ears!

One thing I always find interesting in such circumstances is to note 
where a guy’s eyes travel when he first sees me naked.  For some guys 
it’s the boobs and for others it’s the pussy.  That covers the vast 
majority although there are the ones who go for my ass or legs first.  
One thing that is always true - it’s always something below my neck!

“So tell me Rob, how do I compare to your wife?” I asked.  

Sure, I was blatantly fishing for compliments but nothing I wanted to 
apologize for.

Rob raised his hand as if to tell me to stop right there.  “Kelly... 
tonight YOU are my wife and there’s nobody else I want more than my wife 
right now.”

Well, if that’s the way he wanted to play it, I could live with that.  In 
a way it was a two-edged sword.  On the one hand I didn't get my ego fed 
but on the other, I didn't have to deal with anything regarding Eileen 
and Steve either.  For just a brief moment I wondered what they were 
doing.  Knowing Steve, he was fucking her already.  Eileen must have been 
loving having someone younger like Steve ready and raring to go from the 
very start.

I stepped in the tub and Rob pulled the shower curtain over and started 
the shower.  At first I tried to avoid getting my hair all wet but soon 
gave up and let it get soaked.  Oh well, if he didn't mind wet hair, then 
I could live with it as well.

“Love your tits,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his crotch up against 
my bare wet ass as he reached around me and cupped my boobs, one in each 
hand.

I could still feel his hairy dick pressing in against my butt although 
there was still a notable lack of something poking into me.

I reached around behind me and grabbed his dick in my right hand, just 
holding it while he massaged my boobs and kissed my neck.  I was facing 
away from the shower stream and most of it was hitting him in the back so 
it wasn't like I was getting a face-full of water.

“Shaved bare... nice,” he noted as one hand moved its way down between my 
legs and started to play with my pussy.

I wondered if Eileen was shaved.  She was just a little bit younger than 
my mom and aunt and neither of them shaved so I wondered if she was 
following the general direction of her generation or was she trying to be 
young?  Even if she didn't shave she could be trimming it.  Personally, I 
have always found pubic hair erotic in both men and women.  I love the 
feel of it against my face and when a man fucks me I like to feel his 
coarse pubic hair grinding against my bare pussy.  Of course I shaved as 
that was rather expected of my generation.

“I love the feel of your tits and pussy,” he whispered a little louder as 
his index finger started to press inside of me.

His other hand was squeezing my boob and his fingers were on each side of 
my nipple, pinching down on it when he would press on my boob and nipple.

“Mmmmmmm, that feels soooooo good Rob,” I sighed as he started to rub his 
fingertip on my clit.  

As good as it felt, there was work to be done as well.  I reached for the 
soap and fumbled with the wrapping which was all wet now.  I turned and 
proceeded to wash him all over, paying special attention to his crotch of 
course.  When I was finished he did the same to me.  I loved the feel of 
the wet soap bar against me as he ribbed me all over with it and then 
allowed the shower to rinse me off.

Even after all this his dick was still hanging down without any sign of 
recovery yet so rather than spending more time in the steamy shower we 
decided it was time to get out and he then dried me off with a couple of 
large towels.  One nice thing about expensive hotels... they have the 
BEST towels!  My hair was wet and at first I was tempted just to let it 
go after brushing it out but I really didn't want to deal with a wet head 
all night so I took a few minutes to use the built-in blow drier to dry 
it off.  I can't say the results were salon-=quality but at least I was 
dry again.

“I’m ready to be fucked now,” I announced, returning the drier to its 
holder.

“Well if you want THAT then you’d better get busy while my little blue 
pill kicks in,” he counter from the doorway where he’d been watching me 
dry my hair.

I then noticed the prescription bottle on the sink.  When had he snuck 
those in?  Oh well, it was likely going to be a awhile yet for them to 
help so why not give it a go on my own?

It wasn't like Rob as the first guy I’d had to deal such with issues.  
When you’re “hobby” is fucking older married guys, such problems come 
with the territory.  The biggest thing was knowing what I was dealing 
with.  For guys there was nothing physical but rather it was literally 
all in their head - and I mean the big one.  A lot of guys try to put on 
a big act about how they want to cheat on their wives but when the time 
actually comes to doing it the guilt is so strong that it overwhelms 
their lust.  These guys were the easiest to deal with.  Once I had them 
in my mouth it didn't take a lot to get them to put any of those guilty 
feelings out of their minds.

For some guys it’s simply the age factor.  Face it, every year that goes 
by is one year removed from those glory teen years when it seems they 
never went soft!  Again, these guys weren’t usually all that hard to deal 
with, they just needed some special care and attention coupled with a 
little patience.  Sure they took a little while to recover, but usually 
it wasn't too long and besides, I enjoyed what it took to get them hard 
again.

By far the worst was when it was caused by medication they were taking, 
usually for high blood pressure.  Most of those drugs work as blood 
thinners which have a side effect of making it more difficult to have an 
erection.  Because it’s totally a physical problem, no amount of work on 
my part can sometimes get them erect.  Interestingly, what I have learned 
is that a full erection is not required for a man to cum.  I have yet to 
find a man who, no matter what his erection issues were, couldn't 
eventually be coaxed to release a load for me.  The big problem with 
those were that they couldn't fuck me.  Thus I had to be content with 
them rubbing against me or just cumming on me.  Sometimes I would use 
their dick to rub against my pussy and essentially masturbate using their 
flaccid cock like I would a dildo.  It would be enough to make me cum and 
the guys seemed to enjoy it as well.

So now the question was, what was Rob’s issue?  I immediately threw out 
the first as he and Eileen had been swapping for some time now and if he 
was having issues with getting it up with new “wives” then I doubted that 
he would be doing it with me tonight.  I also figured that the third 
reason was also probably not an issue as again, why would he put himself 
in such a situation if he knew he couldn’t fuck me?  So that left the age 
factor and fortunately I was pretty sure that I could deal with that!

“Why don’t we sit on the couch for a while?”, I proposed.  Rob went along 
with my idea and took a seat at the end of the small couch.  Rather than 
sit next to him, though, I laid down with my back to the couch and my 
legs curled under me, my head in his lap with one arm under me and the 
other draped over his hairy legs.

“So I take it you enjoy sucking dick?” he observed with a hint of 
amusement in his voice.

I let his dick slip from my mouth and held it in my hand.  “Well I guess 
you could say that,” I answered coyly.

“Not that I’m trying to talk you out of it,” he chuckled this time, 
pushing my head back down on his dick rather firmly as if just in case I 
hadn’t gotten the hint.  Like I was going to miss THAT!

For the next half hour or so I nursed his dick, sucking on it gently at 
times, just licking it up and down at others while rubbing it against my 
face and lips.  As my mouth did its magic I played with his hairy balls 
in my hand, running my fingers through his dense black pubic hair.  

It wasn’t like he suddenly waved a magic wand and an erection appeared.  
Actually it took all of the first 30 minutes just to get him to start to 
react.  Until that time he was as soft as ever without a hint of the 
promise there was to come.  Neither of us said anything though as I just 
remained patient and kept up my end of the bargain... like a good wife 
should.

It took another fifteen minutes or so from the time I first noticed any 
sign of an erection until he was fully hard again but thankfully there it 
was - a nice hard dick once again.  I congratulated myself on my 
accomplishment but he never said a word to me the entire time, just a 
soft sigh or a groan now and then.

It was almost eleven o’clock by now so I figured the hallways and such 
wouldn’t be as busy as they’d been earlier in the evening.  Seeing how 
much work it took to get him back again this time, I could only imagine 
what it would take for a third time so I wasn’t about to waste this one 
with just a simple fuck.  

“Mmmmmmm, I think you’re ready to fuck me now,” I said to him, leaning 
back but still holding his stiff warm dick in the palm of my hand to keep 
it hard.

“Well have a seat then,” he said, reaching out for me but then I pulled 
back.

“Noooooo, I have a better idea,” I teased him, jumping off the coach and 
motioned for him to follow me.  I went to the bathroom and brought out 
the two robes and tossed one of them to him.

“What the...,” he started to ask, confused by my actions.

“Let’s go out and do it,” I teased with a naughty grin.

“Out?” he asked, obviously still not getting what I was driving at.

“Yeah, like out in the elevator, out in the hallway, out in the 
stairway!”

“Kelly, you’ve GOT to be kidding?” he said, apparently thinking I was 
just teasing him but I was as serious as ever.

“No really, I LOVE to be fucked in public and as my husband, I would 
think you would want to do me in front of other people.”

“So you want us to do it right in front of a bunch of strangers?” he 
asked incredulously.

I laughed a little and shook my head.  “Noooooo, not right in front of 
them but just where they COULD see us if they had any idea what we were 
doing.”

I wrapped my robe around me, leaving untied so it only hung together as 
long as I held it closed.  Rob put his on as well but he made sure it was 
tied securely in place.  Both robes were the same size so while mine came 
down past my knees, his was a little more showy.  Oh well, it was no 
worse than people going to the pool in nothing but their bikinis.

Rob remembered to grab the room key card and stuffed it on one of the 
pockets as I opened the door and stepped outside into the hallway.  There 
was a guy trying to get his door opened a couple of rooms down and he 
looked at me in my robe and smiled.  As tempting as it was to flash him 
quickly, I held off as Rob was right behind me.

Rob saw the other guy and he quickly looked away, sort of like maybe if 
he ignored him then he would go away.  The elevator was quite a ways down 
the hall but we made it there without meeting anyone else.  I pushed the 
UP button as we weren't that high up and besides, better to open the 
doors to one of the room floors than the lobby in case we lost track of 
where we were.

Once again luck held out and when the elevator finally arrived it was 
empty.  We got in and I pushed the top floor, checking to see that it lit 
up and then turned to Rob.

“Ever fuck a girl in an elevator before Rob?” I asked him seductively, 
allowing my robe to fall open.

“I can't believe we’re doing this,” he sighed.  Then it was like 
something struck him and he started looking around at the ceiling.

“Heyyyyyy, don’t these things usually have security cameras?” he asked 
with a worrisome tone.

“So what?” I responded carelessly, “What do you say we let the poor rent-
a-cop enjoy a few thrills?”

Rob clearly was distracted and I was worried in his tender state that he 
might lose that erection I’d worked so hard to restore.  I bent my knees 
and lifted up his robe, allowing him to keep it fastened a I reached for 
his dick.  Mmmmmmm, thankfully he still had a decent erection going!  I 
quickly took him in my mouth, not wanting to waste any more time.

Rob wasn't exactly like a steel rod but he was firm enough to get the job 
done so rather than trying to get that last bit of an erection to come 
back I turned around and leaned over, my hands on my knees as I spread my 
legs wide apart.

“Fuck me Rob,” I said to him over my shoulder as I rubbed my pussy with 
one finger between my lips, “Fuck your wife in the elevator.”

It felt so naughty and hot to pretend to be his wife.  For a moment I 
thought of his REAL wife and wondered if my fiancé was fucking her at 
this very moment and where he was doing her.  

My thoughts of Steve and Eileen were interrupted by the wonderful feel of 
Rob’s dick pressing in against my wet pussy.  As wet and freshly fucked 
as I was, even though he wasn't 100% erect he still slid himself easily 
into my pussy.  For a brief second I wondered if someone WAS watching us 
from some private security booth.  If so, was he masturbating now as he 
watched this middle-aged man start to fuck his much younger wife?

Just then the elevator dinged and Rob quickly pulled himself out of me.  
I stood up, letting the robe fall back in place and clutched it around me 
just in time as the doors opened to allow three business guys to enter.  
One of them had this special key for the concierge level which he 
entered, making the floor level light shine brightly.  It was the top 
floor so “our” floor, or at least the one I’d chosen, arrived before 
theirs.  All the way I could feel the eyes of the three of them 
practically boring through my robe.  Once again I was tempted to give 
them a quick look but I was afraid that might spook Rob so once again 
practiced some uncharacteristic restraint.  

The doors opened to our floor, or least the one I’d chosen so we got out 
and let the doors close quickly behind us.  There was nobody in sight so 
I reached back and pushed the call button again.  As we waited, I checked 
around once more and leaned over the table by the elevator, once again 
offering myself to Rob.  

“C’mon Rob, fuck me.  Let’s not waste any time,” I encouraged him.

Rob was clearly a bit distracted by being so exposed but from the way his 
dick was staying hard indicated to me that he wasn't overly worried.  
Indeed, it was only a few seconds before I felt that wonderful sensation 
of his cock back inside of me again.  

“This is so cool, don’t you think Rob?” I gasped as he held me by the 
hips and thrust himself quickly in and out of me.

I kept an eye on the hallway.  Although I didn't say this to Rob, the 
reality was we would most likely not have time to hide everything away 
should someone pop out unexpectedly.  God, what if it was a family with 
kids this time instead of three horny business guys?

Still, THAT was what made this so hot me... not that someone actually saw 
us but that someone COULD see us.

The elevator dinged, the same one we had just gotten off of so I assumed 
it must be the same one returning after having dropped out the guys.  
Unless someone from the Concierge level was returning to their room, odds 
were it would be empty but Rob wasn't ready yet for that sort of risk.  
He once again pulled out of me and we straightened up just as the doors 
opened.  It WAS empty and for a moment my pussy tingled, reminding me 
that it had been unnecessary for Rob to pull out so quickly, leaving it’s 
hunger unabated.

“You wanna fuck in the elevator or do it here some more?” I asked him, 
holding the door open with my hand.

Rob looked confused for a moment as he checked out the hallway and then 
looked at the elevator.  Each had their pros and cons and frankly, it 
didn't matter to me which one he chose as we’d already done it in both.  

“Let’s finish here,” he decided, suddenly acting like he wanted to take 
charge again which was fine with me.  I liked it when a man thinks he’s 
in charge.  Of course in the end he never really is but it’s nice to let 
him at least think so.

I released the elevator and the doors quickly shut and it was off on its 
way to its next destination.  This time instead of just letting my robe 
hang open, I dropped my arms and let it fall to the floor in a heap at my 
feet, leaving me standing there totally nude.

“You have no shame,” he teased me but I could see he was starting to get 
into this more.  Still, he wasn't about to take his own off but once 
again just lifted it up to allow his cock to enter me.

I sighed loudly with pleasure as he buried his dick into me once again 
while I leaned back against the small table.  He was having to bend his 
knees to fuck me so to my surprise her grabbed my ass and lifted me up on 
the table.  I was afraid it might break as it wasn’t very sturdy but he 
didn't seem to care.  All he wanted at this point was a better angle to 
fuck me.  I loved it when a man reached this point to where all his lust 
and desire for me began to override his common sense and he started to do 
things he never would have even an hour ago.

“That’s it Rob, fuck me,” I said firmly as I wrapped my legs around his 
robe, locking my ankles behind him.

It pulled me in tight into him such that his thrusts were more muted but 
I loved the way he felt pushing in against me between my legs.  

“Oh Kelly, you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned as he rammed himself into 
me as deeply as he could.  He was close... so close!

For a fleeting moment I wondered what we would do if a door opened in the 
hallway and God only knew stepped out to take a look at what was going on 
outside.  For once we caught a break and nobody even threatened to 
interrupt us.  What we would have done at this point I have no idea as we 
were both totally lost in what we were doing.  I think an elevator full 
of people could have opened right now and he wouldn’t have stopped for 
even a second.

“I’m cumming,” he said with a grimace.  He held himself tightly in me, 
not even moving for a moment as he closed his eyes and his head dropped 
back until he would have been looking at the ceiling if he opened them.

Then he jerked and I knew he was releasing himself in me.  Again and 
again he thrust himself into me, each time I knew another load of his cum 
was leaving his dick and entering me.  God I loved it this moment when a 
man was mating me, filling me with his sperm.

Another thrust, another ejaculation, and he was done.  His head dropped 
and he let out a long breath of air and then sucked in another breath.  
His eyes opened and he stared into my eyes, then down at our crotches 
where his dick was still buried inside of me.  I looked down myself and 
marveled at the sight of his lush pubic hair as it pressed against my 
bare pussy, no sign of the dick that I could feel throbbing inside of me.

I could have predicted what came next.  So typical of men!  It’s like 
their lust is part of their cum and when they shoot it out, their lust 
goes with it.  One moment he’s lost in his fucking of me and the next it 
was like he was a totally different person.  His eyes widened and he 
grabbed my legs, pulling them from around him so he could pull his dick 
out of me.  His robe dropped down, covering his rapidly deflating cock.

“Shit, this is crazy,” he whispered to me, as if that was going to matter 
after all the moaning and groaning that had been going on just a minute 
before.  He grabbed my robe from the floor and handed it to me.

“Hurry up and put this on before somebody see us,” he said quickly, his 
eyes darting about.

I wanted to say something about how he hadn’t cared too much about anyone 
seeing us a couple of minutes ago but that wouldn't have helped matters.

I put on the robe and this time I tied it up.  There was a mirror above 
the table I’d been sitting on and when I looked in it I grimaced as my 
hair was a total wreck.  I ran my fingers through it, trying to get it to 
fall into place but it needed a brush badly.

Just then the elevator door opened and sure enough, a whole crowd of 
people came out all jabbering and talking loudly.  They’d obviously been 
drinking but I doubted that would have mattered had they reached this 
floor about five minutes earlier!  A couple of them gave Rob and me a 
second look but other than that they ignored us and split off for their 
rooms.  Rob grabbed the elevator before the doors closed and motioned for 
me to get in with him.

“Damn that was close!” he gasped, pressing the button for our floor, “I 
hope you’re happy now.”

I snuggled up close to him and reached under his robe to grab his dick 
which was now pretty much flaccid.  It was still damp though and I knew 
exactly where that dampness had come from.  At the same time I could feel 
his cum start to drain from me, that feeling of wetness between my legs I 
get whenever I don’t get to clean up right after being fucked.

“Let’s wait for the room this time, OK Kelly?” he said, pushing my hand 
away from his dick.  I was tempted to say the hell with that and start 
sucking it but I didn't think that would go over well at the moment.  Rob 
seemed torn between the excitement of fucking me in the middle of the 
hotel versus the fright of possibly being caught.

Back in the room the robes were dropped and for the first time we laid in 
the bed together.  Rob was on his back with his head supported by a 
pillow.  I snuggled up next to him, my leg over his and my boobs pressed 
up tightly against him as I ran my fingers over his chest and stomach.  
His dick was flopped over and I knew it was useless to even try for a 
while regardless of how many Viagra pills he had taken.  That was OK as 
sometime I find snuggling up like this to be just as rewarding.  

Before long Rob was sound asleep - as confirmed by a steady snore.  I 
flipped on the TV and laid there for another hour or so, playing with 
Rob’s cock and even sucking on it a little now and then just to see if I 
could get another response.  I loved the way his crotch smelled with a 
mixture of his lust and my pussy.

Finally I just laid back and masturbated one last time before falling 
asleep.  Thoughts of Steve and Eileen ran through my head as my fingers 
fiddled with my clit and pussy.  I wondered if they were asleep yet and 
how many times he’d fucked her so far tonight.  If I knew my Steve he 
wouldn’t have run out of gas after just two loads in her!  Did they stay 
in the room or did they get a little adventuresome as well?  God it felt 
so good to cum!


Chapter 4 – The Next Morning
============================

After one last fuck in the morning, Rob and I met Steve and Eileen in the 
hotel restaurant for breakfast.  It was fun to trade stories over our 
meal and it seemed like it was all over much too soon.  I would have 
loved to have spent more of the day around Columbus but we had to get 
back to Pittsburgh by the early afternoon to pick up their kids which 
didn't leave a lot of time.

All the way back Steve and Eileen were going at it in the back seat.  I 
have to say they really seemed to have hit it off well!  Yes, there was 
just a little bit of jealousy as I heard them fucking but then I knew 
when things were done and over who was going to get him in bed with her 
later today!  So let her have fun with him for now.  Steve was all mine 
and he knew it!

After Steve and I drove away from their house I immediately attacked him!  
God, you would think after so much sex the previous night and early in 
the morning that I would’ve been somewhat satisfied but if anything the 
trip back home had all made me all the more horny for my fiancé.  Indeed, 
we never even made it to the house.  Instead he fucked me in his truck 
right there on the side of the street in front of my house.  There wasn't 
really any danger of anyone seeing us but still, when I would hear a car 
drive by I couldn't help but want to sit up and flash my boobs at them!

Steve was like an animal with me!  I was a little worried that maybe 
after everything he had been doing with Eileen that maybe his sexual 
energy might have been a bit dampened.  After all, he’s been fucking her 
all the way to the last freeway exit!  It was at times like this that I 
realized that swapping was no threat to me or our impending marriage.  
Heck, if anything I think it strengthened our love for one another.  It 
was like we both wanted to “make our mark” again on the other after 
someone else had been with them.

After Steve left I took a quick shower and then drove over to my dad’s 
house for a quickie.  It’s not that I needed to be fucked all that much 
so much as I felt a little guilty that I’d missed being with him in the 
morning before church.  Still, I figured better late than never.  I know 
he appreciated it.

As I felt my father in me I couldn't help but think that even though 
mechanically he was doing nothing all that different than either Rob or 
Steve had in the past few hours yet it was a totally different 
experience.  With Rob it had been all about being sexy and erotic.  
Pretending to be another man’s wife always turns me on.  With Steve it 
was about my love for him and my desire to please him and submit to him 
as his wife... even I was technically just engaged at the moment.

With my dad it was more similar to being with Steve than Rob yet it was 
still totally unique.  I loved my dad but it was a different love than I 
had for my fiancé.  Yes, I wanted to please my father but it was much 
more an act of submission than it was when I was with Steve.  God tells a 
wife to submit to her husband but if you take the verses in context, it’s 
an equal relationship.  God tells me to honor my father and mother and as 
such I give myself totally to him without any expectation of the equality 
of a marriage relationship.

So I fucked three guys over the weekend in three locations under three 
very different circumstances.  Yet I loved each of these experiences in 
their own way.  As I sat at home later that night thinking about the 
events of the weekend, I marveled at how things had change so much in my 
life.  Just a year ago I never would have even thought that Steve would 
ever be in my life and now I’m engaged to him.  Not only are we engaged 
but we are swapping with other couples as if we were already married.  
It’s like I’m becoming almost domesticated!

To think that in just two and a half months I’ll be married.  If being 
engaged had brought about this much change in my life, what will marriage 
bring?

THE END