Subject: Our First Married Swap
Story Codes: MF oral exhib
Diary Date: September 23, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It was really all my husband's idea. Before Steve asked me to marry him
I'd always assumed I would be faithful to my husband once I wore his
ring. There was only one minor problem with those plans - he didn't want
me to be! We'd fooled around with other couples during our engagement but
this would be the first time since we'd said our vows that we had sex
with people outside my family.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Adultery or Not?
Chapter 2 - Getting in Touch
Chapter 3 - Dinner With Leon and Tamara
Chapter 4 - Getting Things Started
Chapter 5 - A Strange Bed
Chapter 6 - Settling Accounts
Chapter 1 - Adultery or Not?
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How do YOU define adultery? People have asked me that question so many
times that it got to the point where I wrote an entire article on it so I
won’t repeat everything here.
For those not wanting to take the time to read it, to summarize the
article I would say that adultery is defined as the act of sexual
intercourse by a married person with someone who is not within their
marriage family AND without the knowledge and consent of their spouse.
Thus by definition adultery requires two elements, both of which must be
present to be found “guilty”: the ACT of sex and the INTENT to cheat.
Given that sex is defined as the penetration of a penis into a vagina and
it doesn’t matter how far in it goes, even just the tip counts. Thus
things like blowjobs, pussy eating and such aren’t legally acts of
adultery (not to say that is any consolation to their spouse).
Another important thing to keep in mind is that incestuous sex is by
definition NEVER adultery as it is sex within a marriage (incest being
further defined as sex within your immediate family - both sides, out to
a first cousin). Cheating means keeping it a secret from your spouse
unless it’s incest in which case the spouse gave blanket “permission” the
moment they said, “I do.”
Admittedly anyone who has been reading my diary over the years would say
that this view of adultery is NOT what I’ve preached in the past and they
would be entirely correct. My mother raised me to believe certain things
which I absorbed as if they were etched into stone tablets, just a most
kids do. However, events of the past few years have caused me to
reevaluate the wisdom of some of the things she taught me, the issue of
adultery being one of the biggies. That shouldn’t surprise anyone as
it’s only natural for a child to reach the age where they have to make
their own decisions and create their own morals and belief systems so I
make no apologies for any changes I may have made in mine over the years.
When it came to adultery my mom had it down plain and simple - sex
outside of marriage was adultery, no questions, no options, no excuses or
rationalizations. Adultery is condemned by the Ten Commandments and
thus she considered it a mortal sin. It didn't matter to her what the
circumstances, the intent or anything else for that matter. It was
because of the adultery aspect that my mom considered swinging as being
immoral and an affront to her marriage vows she’d made to her husband,
her family and especially to God. It didn't matter that my dad would
have been perfectly OK with it as God’s will trumped her husband’s.
Yet as black and white as my mom was on the issue, even she made a couple
of exceptions over the years although they both involved my dad and not
her. If there’s one thing I can say for my mom, she remained true to her
beliefs until their divorce was settled. On the other hand my dad was a
man and as such he had needs and feelings he was unable to control at
certain times, just as all men do. As a result there were two women that
he had sex with that my mom considered adulterous acts.
Interestingly they both involved best friends - my best friend Beth and
my mom’s best friend Tammy. In both cases my mother was fully aware of
everything and while I can't say she was happy about either one, she
didn't stop him either. The only thing that kept their marriage intact
was her stretching her definition of “family” to include “as good as
being in the family.” If anything she set an example for me as to how a
wife is to submit to her husband whenever possible, even if it means
having to bend a little in the process.
Growing up I had every intention of emulate my mother’s examples, even
when it came to her restrictive feelings about adultery. Thus in my
heart I’d long accepted that I would not have sex outside of marriage
once I took my vows. Fortunately since “marriage” means “family” that
meant that I could still please my dad as that was incest and as I stated
earlier, incest cannot be adultery.
If you ask me it should be obvious to anyone why incest is never adultery
as it would be just wrong for me to stop submitting to my own father and
I can't see how God would ever want that to happen. Even so, as a result
I knew that once I was betrothed that there would be a drastic reduction
in the number of sex partners that I’ve become accustomed to over the
years. True, blowjobs would still be allowed and I LOVED giving those
but face it, sucking a dick isn’t the same as feeling one in you.
After Steve proposed to me, we had a lot of discussions over how things
would be in our marriage. Of course the majority of those discussions
had nothing to do with sex but it was still an important topic. Given my
mental preparations regarding sex after marriage you can imagine my
surprise when he confessed to me that he fully expected us both to
continue having sex with other people after marriage! I would’ve been
thrilled had he wanted to get involved with incest but Steve wasn’t
interested in incest with his own family in any way. In fact, he wasn't
exactly thrilled about me and my dad although he supported me as he knew
how important it was to me to maintain my obligations as a daughter.
Instead he wanted us to have sex with people outside our marriage which
was in direct contradiction with my long-standing beliefs regarding
adultery.
When you love someone as much as I loved Steve, you don’t just throw
everything away because a speed bump appears in the road. God wouldn’t
have brought us back together again just to let us split up over one
issue so I knew there had to be something I was missing. Since we were
only engaged and not married yet, I agreed to try swapping with him and
see how things went from there. At best it was a delay tactic as I knew
sooner or later I would have to make a decision as there was no way I
could marry someone and not have something this important still on the
table. For the next few months we met with some other couples and
needless to say, I had some really good times. Still, there is a lot of
sin being committed today by people just “having a good time” so that
didn’t make it right either. Something had to be resolved.
There seemed to be no way out so finally I ended up discussing the
problem with the one person I could always bring anything to - my mother.
My mom is not just my mother; she is my best friend, confidante, and at
times even my lover. Who was the first person I told after losing my
virginity? My mom. Who was my first girl to have sex with? My mom. So
who else would I go to in order to bring this issue to a head once and
for all? Of course it had to be my mother.
In some ways I suppose I went to her assuming she would reaffirm her
beliefs and tell me that I had to either change Steve’s mind or hand back
the ring. My mom was pretty flexible in many ways but there were a few
steadfast rules and beliefs that were beyond compromise so far as she was
concerned and adultery was one of them. So you can imagine my surprise
when she started to question her own beliefs after seeing how they
eventually led to her divorce. Of course my dad’s desire to have sex
outside marriage was not only reason they split or even one of the major
reasons but it was a contributing factor.
It was through these discussions that my mom and I came to the agreement
that it wasn’t so much the ACT of sex that defined adultery but rather
the INTENT behind the act. Just as my dad having sex with our best
friends turned out to be just fine, it was only because his intent at the
time was not to cheat on my mother but to simply enjoy himself. Needless
to say, adding in the “intent” factor when it came to determining if
something was adultery changed things significantly.
So now I’m married which should tell you that I got it all worked out.
Many people have asked and I suppose with high expectations but from a
pure sexual point of view not a lot has happened or changed since our
ceremony. It’s not like anyone was under the delusion that I was a
virgin at the altar although I doubted a number of my guests had no idea
by what margin I was NOT a virgin. Granted, in the month since we’ve
been married Steve and I have had a lot more sex than before but that’s
mainly due to the fact we now live together so there’s more opportunity.
In fact, we’ve had so much sex that other than taking care of my father’s
periodic “needs” I haven’t had sex with anyone besides my new husband
since our wedding ceremony. It’s not that I have anything against such
things. It’s more the lack of opportunity as in addition to taking care
of my husband I’ve been so busy with school starting and such that we
haven’t been going to parties lately either.
While things have been pretty much status quo for me, my new husband has
already taken advantage of his blanket permission to be with anyone in my
family he desires, anytime he wants. It’s not that he couldn't before -
and indeed he did, but it just seems different somehow now that we’re
married. He especially likes to be with my Aunt Linda and in fact he’s
has met with her numerous times while I’ve been at work teaching. As a
realtor it’s child’s play for her to find free time and sometimes I know
he has even meet her at a house while she was showing.
What I find interesting about my husband’s attraction to my aunt is for a
guy who is technically a pedophile, for whatever reason he is much more
drawn to my older aunt than to her daughter. This drives Kristi nuts of
course which I sometimes suspect is part of his plan. Oh well, it
doesn’t really matter to me so long as he’s happy.
Sooner or later I knew things would change, it was just a question of
when and who.
Chapter 2 - Getting in Touch
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It was almost a month after our marriage and so far we had not done
anything with regards to having sex with others, at least outside our new
marriage family. Steve mentioned it a few times but it was like more in
passing than anything concrete. Still, knowing my husband as well as I
do I had no illusions that he wasn't thinking about it when we would pass
by a pretty girl or we’d get together with other couples.
In a way, I guess it was because now that we were married, it was like
everything we had done before was put into the past and we reset the
clock when we each said, “I do.” Just as having sex with my new husband
became something new and special - I learned the true meaning of “making
love” during our honeymoon, so I expected our first time with other
people to be new and unique and special as well. Thus we weren't rushing
into anything although I knew he was pretty active when it came to
checking out the profiles for the swap group we had joined soon after our
engagement last November.
When it comes to the swap group Steve normally handles all the details
but I’m pretty much aware of the general arrangements. When he signed us
up it was like having to get an Ultra Top Secret clearance or something
from a spy novel. There was the typical questionnaire which was then
followed up by personal interviews with the people who managed the group
- together as a couple and then each of us separately. No, there was no
“audition” required, that only happens on porn sites! Everything was
handled professionally and confidentially.
Once we were informed that we’d passed the initial interviews, Steve had
to submit all sorts of personal information about each of us - a lot more
than I was comfortable with but the site claimed that it was needed to
run credit checks and other security checks. Imposing warnings told us
to be truthful up front about everything because if anything bad showed
up and it looked like we’d tried to hide it would be cause to have us
immediately rejected and forever banned without appeal. The final step
in the process was a photo and video session where we had to turn in
various types of photos ranging from the everyday “family” portrait style
to full nudes. At least we didn't have to record us having sex as I
would have drawn the line at that!
Even after all that we were only granted anonymous access to the group
web site. No actual names or personal information was available, just
member photos (non- nude only) and personal profiles. A critical part of
the personal profile was where you indicated what you wanted to be
involved in - and NOT. We were sternly warned once again that falsifying
this sensitive information was cause for immediate expulsion without
warning. Thus if you wanted BSDM, then you had to state so and not
surprise your more conservative partners after you met. It was not meant
to be restrictive, just informative. Basically nothing was off limits so
long as you specified it ahead of time. Some people were into simple
straightforward swapping while there were some that were really out there
- animals, drugs, pedophilia, slavery, BSDM, you name the perversion and
someone out there was a fan.
The way the site worked was that once you found someone who looked like a
potential match, then you sent in an invitation which they had to accept
for things to move forward. A preliminary acceptance just opened up
their profiles to allow you access to their more personal photos
(including nudes) and any other information that they may not have wanted
to post to the general membership. Provided everything was still with
both sides, only then was actual contact information exchanged - phone
number only. Real names and addresses were NEVER disclosed through the
web site, not ever. If you wanted to know someone’s name or address, you
had to wait until you contacted them personally. It was this dedication
to security that drew my attention to the site in the first place.
Sometimes I would just browse through the profiles out of morbid
curiosity and not even use the search tool to filter the weird people
out. There were lots of people that were intellectually stimulating as I
would imagine there would eventually be times we tried out people with
different ideas about sex and such. However since this would be our
first time since being married we were being especially choosey. I felt
like it would be like the first time I had sex, something that would
always be my “first”, something I would never forget.
Then one day Steve called out to me to come to the computer and take a
look. “So what do you think, perfect or what?” he grinned.
Reading the screen over his shoulder, I glanced through their profile and
to be honest, my first impression as that it was some kind of sick hoax.
Sure the group made every effort possible to ensure the members were all
who they said they were but there were always those people wanting to
game the system. Reading more I had to wonder how such people could have
ever gotten into this group in the first place? According to their
profile they were recent newlyweds having gotten married in May which put
them a few months ahead of us. They were each a couple of years younger
than us with her being younger at 23 and him being my age at 26. They
claimed to be Christians but I’d learned since joining that people can
have very different opinions of what THAT means. No kids so at least
they weren’t producing offspring prior to marriage. From their photos
they looked like your average couple next door with no obvious tattoos,
weird hair, or crazy clothes. What had caught Steve’s eye - and then
mine as well, was the final statement in their introduction...
“We were high school sweethearts and each of us has never had sex with
anyone else. In fact, we were both still virgins until Leon proposed
two years ago. Now that we’re married, we want to expand our horizons
without going too far overboard. We were hoping to meet with another
couple similar to us that can be discrete as well as understanding in
terms of our lack of ‘experience’ in such matters. Please, no party
invitations or people looking for a notch in their belts. We are quite
serious about this and would hope for the same from anyone contacting
us.”
Wow, no wonder Steve was so worked up over them. I glanced down and
noticed he was stroking himself absentmindedly with his left hand up the
bottom of his shorts as I was reading. I smiled to myself as he probably
didn't even realize he was doing it - a “bad” habit of his, about as bad
as mine when it came to touching myself. Thoughts of my mom slapping at
my hand during church suddenly slipped into my head.
“Hmmmmmm, she’s really cute,” I teased him, “And he’s not exactly bad
himself.”
Indeed, she was listed as being only 5’2” and 90 pounds, a really petite
little thing. She seemed to be part Asian although her features were not
as sharp, probably influenced by an Asian parent mixed with a Caucasian
one. Her jet- black straight hair looked to be almost down to her butt
but it was hard to tell as they were sitting together in a chair in their
profile photos. Both wore glasses in their photos which I found a little
surprising as most people took theirs off for the camera - people like
me. My guess was that they must be a lot more near-sighted than me.
“So... what do you think?” Steve asked although it was obvious he’d made
up his mind already.
My response was immediate, “Go ahead and poke them.”
“Poking” was how you told someone that you were interested in them. It
sent the couple an e-mail and a link to your public profile. If they
were interested, they could accept your invitation in which case we would
hear back with a link to their private profile and they would
automatically be able to access ours (you basically were giving
permission to have someone see your private profile by poking them so it
wasn't something you did without due consideration. If they weren’t
interested, all they had to do was reject the invitation in which case we
would be notified and locked out from being able to poke them again. I
guess that was so people couldn’t become “stalkers” and pester those who
weren’t interested in them.
The next day Steve received an e-mail alerting us that they’d accepted
our preliminary “poke”. Steve couldn't wait to check them out and by the
time I got home from work he was already busy jerking off with their
photo album open on the monitor. When I finally got a peek it wasn't
hard to see why he was so “motivated”. By accepting our poke they
allowed us to see their nude portfolio and the girl was indeed extremely
petite and even cuter than before.
As with many girls with Asian genes, she may be claiming to be 23 but she
was probably still being carded every time she saw an R-rated movie. Her
boobs were perky but very small, A-cups most likely and that was being
generous. Her figure was perfect though, obviously she was not a child
as the curves were all in the right places. There was something about
her poses that seemed innocent and almost a bit naïve, like she was
embarrassed but still determined to go through with the photo session.
She was shaved but any lack of hair was made up by that long straight
hair that came down to just above the crack in her ass when she stood on
her bare feet.
The guy was also good looking in the nude. It’s surprising sometimes how
many people look good in their clothes but when they take them off it’s
like they suddenly look all flabby and unattractive. He didn’t have the
physique of an athlete but at the same time obviously took care of
himself. The guy was pure Caucasian - pale skinned if anything, with
short blonde hair and perhaps Scandinavian descent. Steve poked his
finger in my side and grinned as he pointed out that unlike the wife, the
husband was definitely NOT shaved. When it came to pushing my buttons,
my new husband knew me all too well!
Looking at their photos and seeing how my husband was reacting to the
nude photos of the wife, I wondered how things were going at the other
end where they should be seeing us now as well. Was her husband jacking
off to my nudes? Well, hopefully he was jerking off to mine and not
Steve’s! It wasn't like mine would have qualified as porn shots; nothing
like being on my back with my legs spread out and in the air or anything
like that. Personally I considered them to be quite tasteful and I was
actually a bit proud of them if I might say so myself. I wondered what
she was thinking about my new husband? Steve wasn’t Arnold by any means
but he was handsome and fit and that wasn’t just his bride talking but a
number of my friends had weighed in as well. From what I could tell, the
guys had comparable dicks so at least there wouldn’t be any silly issues
about that.
“Well, I’d say I’m ready to respond,” Steve said. Looking down at his
cock in his hand, it appeared to me that he already had. Oh well, I
would’ve been more worried if he had NOT responded this way. Indeed, the
day my husband stops wanting to jerk off at the sight of a pretty woman
is the day I check his pulse!
Still I remained skeptical. Were these people too good to be real? I
wasn't so concerned about them physically as I had no doubt these were
photos of THEM, unlike so many other web sites. The only photos that
were posted were the ones you had taken during the interviews - nothing
could be submitted to be posted. Thus there was no doubt that the
photos represented the people but that didn't mean the profile was true.
Granted, they’d checked ours out quite thoroughly but that didn't mean
someone couldn't scam the system.
It wasn't their photos but rather their story that seemed far-fetched to
me. How did anyone even get find out about this group with such a
background? Everyone we’d had anything to do with had been heavily
involved in similar activities long before joining. Like me and Steve,
we saw the group as an opportunity to expand our social network while
improving our security, not to mention not having to deal with all the
fakes and perverts. Way back when I belonged to Adult Friend Finder
(AFF) in college I soon learned the hard way that probably less than one
percent of the people on there were really who they said they were,
especially the women and so-called couples. There was no way I would
have even considered meeting anywhere from that site no matter how
desperate I might have been.
“Hell, what do we have to lose?” was Steve’s response when I expressed my
concerns. “We can do dinner, scope things out, and then blow them off if
they turn out to be weirdoes or whatever.”
He had a good point as dinner in public was about as safe as you could
get in such situations. Meeting people for the first time at their home
or even a hotel room was far too risky for me, even when they were
arranged through a private group like ours. It wasn't until you actually
met people and started to interact with them that you really could tell
who they were and what type of things they were into. For example, some
people’s idea of what constitutes bondage might be far different than
someone else's so they may not mention they are into silk scarves holding
them to the bed frame even though they checked “no” for BSDM in their
profile.
So with that Steve clicked on the “Ready to Meet” button which brought up
a dialog box warning that our personal contact information would be
disclosed if we continued. It was just be a phone number, not our
address or names, so it wasn't all that risky so long as you used a phone
that wasn’t listed in your name with the Internet White pages. We kept
one of those throwaway phones from Wal-Mart for just such things. It was
a small expense for the extra security it provided.
When he clicked on the acknowledge button that brought up an introduction
form where we could write in a personal invitation to the people we were
trying to meet. Steve looked at me and got up off the chair so I could
take a seat. Steve might be perfectly good at dealing with most on-line
stuff but when it came down to writing letters and interacting with
people he knew where the talent lay in our marriage.
Straightening our my dress under me, I took a deep breath. In the past
when I’d written such things it was easy but in this case I felt I needed
to be more careful about my wording and approach. Assuming their story
was true, they were likely to be overly cautious and nervous. I would
think that the last thing they wanted was some “experienced” couple
writing them and making them feel out of place.
It took just a few paragraphs for me to complement them on their wedding
and state my admiration for their willingness to expand their marriage
boundaries. I didn’t mention anything about incest, young kids or
anything else that might make them skittish as they didn't need to know
about such things. I also didn’t mention anything about the number of
partners we’d had or anything else that would make us seem imposing or
otherwise threatening. I DID emphasize that I was an elementary school
teacher and a devout Christian so they would hopefully see us as being
“normal” people. You can just imagine some of the invitations we’ve
received. What amazes me is evidently people must respond to such crude
and crass letters or why would they write them. I guess says something
about the general population although I’m not really sure what.
A few days later and no response which started me to think my first
instincts had been proven correct. Even though the group site was
supposedly extremely secure and everyone on it had been personally vetted
by the couple who ran it, there were still the occasional perverts and
weirdoes who somehow managed to crash the party. It was like the ones
who write me after reading my on-line diary in that most of the time they
are easy to spot simply because they ARE so crude. There are also
certain warning signals that flash like a neon strobe light - like when
the only thing they seem interested in is getting you to accept their
initial poke just so they can have access to your personal photos and
video. Every now and then the clever one comes along who can still fool
me - although I like to think I eventually “out” them. Was this “couple”
just one of the more clever ones?
What particularly disturbed me about the possibility of them being fake
was that from the beginning I’d been extremely concerned about allowing
nudes of me to be posted on ANY Internet site. It was only when everyone
assured me that the site was as secure as they could make it and only
real people would be seeing them who had valid reasons for seeing them.
Even so, I drew the line at posting photos of me having sex - alone or
otherwise. I know that some people get a voyeuristic thrill from having
strangers watching them doing such stuff but not me - at least not when I
had no idea who was seeing them or what they were going to do with them.
A week went by, still no response. By now I’d pretty much written them
off and was pushing Steve to report them as frauds. Even if they weren't
interested, protocol said that they should respond to all personal
invitations. You didn't have to do anything if people poked you as those
were a dime a dozen. But when you responded to someone and then they
invited you, common courtesy said you should at least acknowledge them
and say you weren’t interested if nothing else.
Then one day I was home alone and bored so I decided to check out our
profile and see if anyone had posted anything. Even though I usually
left the management of our stuff to Steve, I still liked to peek in on it
now and then to see what was happening. As usual, there was a ton of
pokes from people wanting to meet us which I ignored. Steve could sort
through those later. To my surprise there was a notification that we had
an invitation waiting so I clicked on the link and there it was... from
Leon and Tamara, the couple we had “poked”.
The note was written by Tamara who started out by immediately apologizing
for taking so long to respond to our invitation. Apparently they’d been
totally overwhelmed by the number of responses since they’d posted their
profile. It was something I could relate as it had been somewhat the
same way for me and Steve when we first went “live”. Evidently a new
profile drew attention like fresh meat to all the hungry wolves out
there. Fortunately in our case I was accustomed to such attention after
eight years of being on-line with my diary so we knew better than to even
reply to most of them and thus kept the whole thing manageable. From the
sounds of it Leon and Tamara were trying hard to be respectful of
everyone and undoubtedly were being swamped by trying to answer
everything that was sent to them. I smiled to myself as I thought they
would learn sooner or later.
My heart then skipped a beat as she went on to say that they were indeed
interested in meeting with me and Steve. She continued by saying how
different my letter had been from the others they’d received. Again I
could relate as even now the vast majority of invitations we get are from
some of the weirdest people. Sometimes Steve would toy with the idea of
responding to them just for the fun of it but I kept telling him no. I
simply wasn't about to get involved with people who thought food
condiments were sex toys. Apparently my adding the bit about me being an
elementary school teacher and a devout Christian didn't hurt either.
Now that I had her name and phone number the next step was to give her a
call. Maybe I should have waited for Steve to get home so we could talk
about it ahead of time but I was too excited to put it off for even just
a few hours. Picking up my iPhone, I dialed the number and listened to
the phone ring with my heart beating so hard I could barely hear when she
picked up the phone. At first I thought maybe I’d called a wrong number
as this young girl’s voice answered but then she said her name and I knew
it had to be her. I kept telling myself she was 23 but it was hard to
imagine someone that old with a voice that young.
For the first ten minutes or so the conversation was pretty vague with
both of us maneuvering like boxers in a ring during the first round,
jabbing and dodging as we sought out the other’s weak spots. Maybe “weak
spots” is the wrong phrase - it was more like probing to better
understand the other. Tamara was obviously painfully shy about all this
so I tried to be patient and not push her too hard although I had at
least a hundred questions I wanted to ask.
Eventually we got around to the true purpose of the phone call and she
went on and on about how uncertain she was about everything and how
nervous she was. By the time the conversation ended, we hadn’t really
discussed anything in detail but instead left things open-ended for our
husbands to clear up. Frustrated, I hung up with as many questions as
when I’d picked up the phone but at least I’d made contact.
After I hung up the phone I called their profile up again, staring at my
favorite photo of her as I tried to connect the voice on the phone to the
girl in front of me. It wasn't even one of the nudes but rather just her
sitting on the floor in a pair of denim shorts and a skimpy halter top
with her legs crossed as she smiled up at whoever was taking the photo.
The shorts were cut so high there was just a hint of panties showing in
her crotch while the halter top was so tight that is did what it could to
emphasize her small boobs. What caught my attention was her smile; it
was brilliant and the overall expression on her face was so joyful,
almost child-like. Hmmmmmm, so this was the girl I’d just spoken with...
not bad... not bad at all.
Later when Steve came home I showed him the letter and then told him
about my phone conversation with Tamara. The fact that they were real
people got him excited so he immediately called up Leon. They seemed to
hit things off from the start and in less than ten minutes the two of
them had set things up for dinner the next Friday night. Anyone
listening in on the conversation would have thought they were two old
college buddies calling up to get together again with their new wives as
nothing sexual was spoken or even implied.
Steve hung up the phone and we just stood there staring at each other.
“So tell me... does this make you as horny as it does me?” I asked him,
running my tongue over my dry lips.
Steve didn't say a word - nor did he have to. His dick did all the
talking...
Chapter 3 - Dinner With Leon and Tamara
=======================================
Steve and Leon hadn’t wasted any time in getting us all together. That
very next Friday night they arranged for us to meet and have dinner at,
of all places, an Olive Garden. I can still remember when Steve broke
the news to me.
“Olive Garden? Did you say Olive Garden? As in always crowded, lots of
families, no privacy, boring Olive Garden?”
I’m not sure Steve knew quite how to take me at that moment. Standing
there in front of him, hands on my hips, a look of astonishment written
all over my face, he must have thought I was some sort of wild woman gone
ballistic.
“Sorry, he was the one who suggested we go there,” Steve said holding up
his hands defensively as if he was afraid I was going to attack him or
something.
“Oh you mean the guy who’s never had sex with anyone besides his wife?
The guy who’s probably never done anything in public before? The guy who
was a virgin until he was in his mid-twenties? Is that the guy you’re
talking about?”
OK, so maybe it was going overboard but I was frustrated. Heck, I
could’ve listed a dozen places off the top of my head that afforded a
better atmosphere for this type of dinner. Like, we weren’t really
meeting for dinner, who was kidding who? This was a prelude to having sex
but how in the world do you talk about such things in a wide open public
restaurant like Olive Garden with kids and grandmothers sitting right
next to you? Damn it anyway, I’d had my hopes set so high about all this.
It was going to be our first swap with wedding rings on and I wanted it
to be perfect in every detail.
“Oh Kelly, just settle down, it’ll all work out. It’s not like anything
was going to happen no matter where we met,” Steve tried to calm me down
and then he grinned when he saw my expression, “Well, maybe YOU had other
plans but for me this is just a meet and greet.”
Trying hard to control my anger, I changed to subject to finding out more
about the couple we were suppose to meet. As to where Leon and Tamara
lived I hadn’t a clue as so far we’d only exchanged first names and phone
numbers. Steve then had the bright idea of looking up their phone number
on the Internet and sure enough, up popped their full names! Seems nobody
had warned them about being careful as to what phone number they provided
to strangers. The names matched as did the ages so we figured it had to
be them. Their address put them on the north side near the New
Kensington area. I wasn't familiar at all with part of the area and
neither was Steve. We put their address into Google Earth and there was
their home - an older house snack in the middle of town which wasn't
exactly the high rent district from the looks of things. We tried to
research them further but there were no relatives listed or other
connections.
“Well at least we know they’re real,” Steve mused.
On that I had to agree with him. Nothing like seeing confirmation in the
phone book to put on the stamp of confidence.
“So which Olive Garden are we going to?” I asked.
“Some place called Tarentum?” Steve replied, evidently another new name
for him.
Together we checked it out and I was a bit surprised that it was located
so close to New Kensington. I say surprised as being so close to where
they lived it was entirely possible that people there might recognize
them. Then again, it’s not like we were planning on having public sex at
our first dinner so evidently they had chosen familiarity over privacy.
We checked it out a bit more and saw it was located in a shopping area.
Seeing the neighboring restaurants, I noted that at least they hadn’t
picked the Red Robin right next door! Talk about the last place on earth
I’d want to go for such a get-together...
That Friday in school I was totally distracted. It got so bad that at
one point during the day one of my students actually had to call out my
name when I started daydreaming about the evening to come and totally
phased out from my lesson plan. Shaking my head to get back into the
rhythm, I wondered what my adorable little 10-12 year-olds would have
said if they knew their teacher in her long dress and conservative makeup
was getting horny thinking about having sex with strangers after class?
Well, maybe not right after class but close enough. Not that I would
ever even consider doing anything naughty in class, I have to say for a
moment I did wonder what they would think if I started masturbating right
there in front of them. Like THAT was suppose to help - NOT!
By the time I got in my car to drive home it was like I had an itch
between my legs that just wouldn’t go away. As soon as I was out of the
parking lot and safe from the prying eyes of parents and young kids I
pulled up my dress and reached between my legs with one hand while I
steered with the other. Damn, the crotch of my white cotton panties were
soaked! Pulling them to one side, it was a huge sense of relief when my
fingers finally touched my pussy, pressing down on my poor clit where the
itching sensation was centered. Talk about something I’d been wanting to
do all day...
For once I didn't curse the red lights and if anything I found myself
praying for them as I inched my way through Friday evening traffic. When
I was stopped I would close my eyes for a few moments as I masturbated,
dreaming of what it would be like to be fucked by Leon while my husband
was busy with Tamara. Mmmmmmm, how about me and Tamara after that? I
wondered if she’d even been with another girl. She claimed to have never
been with another guy besides her husband but that didn't rule out some
experimentation with the same sex. Sleepovers and college dorm rooms
had led more than a few “innocent” girls astray, even if it wasn't
something they ever confessed to later.
The guy behind me honked and I realized the traffic had resumed moving
while I’d been entertaining nasty thoughts of Tamara’s bare pussy
pressing up against my face. And to think people worry about texting
while driving! I wondered if the guy behind me would have still honked if
he knew why I wasn't paying attention to the light? Who knows, maybe he
would have honked all the more.
By the time I pulled up to the parking lot behind out apartment I was
flushed and breathing hard. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt as
they pressed against the restrictive bra I was forced to wear while
working. Turning off the car, I let the seat drop back and started to
work on myself with both hands. There wasn't anyone else around and I
didn't want to quit for even the few moments it would take to run up the
stairs to our little newlywed apartment.
I was soooooo close...
YES! Finally I crossed the line, jumped over the cliff, scaled the
mountain top, or whatever metaphor you want to use for achieving orgasm.
After spending all day trapped in front of my class without the chance to
even rub myself a little, it was like the dam burst and all my horniness
that had built up during the day was released in one massive “O”. God it
felt so much better to finally do it. I kept rubbing with one hand while
I brought the other to my mouth, licking my pussy cum off my fingers,
wondering if Tamara’s pussy tasted anything like mine? For that matter,
how would she taste with my husband’s cum dripping from her?
No sooner had I lowered my dress than several people went walking by my
parking place. I hadn’t even seen them pull in so they must’ve done so
while I was cumming hard and not paying attention. Even so, in the dusky
light and with me slouched so far down in the seat I doubt they would’ve
seen much of anything anyway even if they had walked right by. Then
again, so what if they had? Not like it was anything to be ashamed of,
right?
Back in our apartment, I closed the door and turned to find myself in the
arms of my adoring husband!
“I love you,” he whispered to me as he kissed my neck and ears while
planting his hands firmly on his favorite place for them - my ass. Then
he sniffed like a dog and grinned at me.
“Smells like someone’s been naughty while driving home.”
I grinned and put my fingers up to his nose. He opened his mouth and
sucked gently on them.
“Now THAT is the kind of perfume they need to bottle,” he teased me,
quickly undoing the zipper in the back my dress as he talked.
“Steve... we have plans for tonight,” I pretended to protest as my dress
hit the floor, soon to be followed by my bra and then my wet panties. I
stepped out of them, leaving my flats behind.
“And these just have to go,” he fussed, pulling down my hose, “How do you
stand wearing all this crap all day?”
Fair question and one I asked myself usually several times a day when it
felt like I was suffocating. Steve knew the school dress code rules as
well as I did but that didn't stop him from constantly teasing me about
them as he knew how frustrated they made me. He was always challenging
me to go to school without any panties on, claiming that with a dress
down to my ankles nobody would know anyway. As much as I would’ve loved
to indulge him, I just knew that would be the day I slipped down the
stairs or something would happen and everyone would see the youngest
teacher in the school had been running around bottomless under her dress.
NOT a career move to say the least if you wanted to teach at a Christian
school, or any school for that matter
“So are you just gonna just stand there complaining about my clothes or
are you gonna fuck me?” I teased him, standing there barefoot and naked
except for a gold chain with a cross around my neck and my earrings - and
wedding ring of course.
“Hmmmmmm, let me decide...,” he said, holding his hand to his chin as he
stared at my naked body as if there was a real decision to make.
****************
Somehow or another we managed to shower and dress in enough time to leave
the house with at least a shot at getting to the restaurant on time. In
figuring out our timing I thought that so long as the tunnel traffic
wasn't a mess there shouldn’t be a problem. At least we would be going
IN towards the city from the south side instead of out so we wouldn’t be
facing the worst of the Friday night madness.
It was starting to get to be a bit chilly in the evenings so I grabbed a
light jacket from the closet as we left. Steve, still the newlywed
husband and gentleman, took it from me and helped me into it.
“You know you could’ve just worn the jacket,” he whispered into my ear as
he kissed me just behind the ear and then down my neck as he pulled the
jacket up over my shoulders.
Actually, it wouldn't have been the first time I’d worn JUST this very
jacket but never to a dinner with a couple of strangers and certainly not
to a family restaurant like Olive Garden. It was white with a belt and
came down below my butt but not much further. When I sat down it wasn’t
long enough to sit on so it wasn't designed for those cold days that were
threatening already - especially if all I had was a bare bottom
underneath.
I turned to kiss my husband. “And you would just love that, wouldn’t
you,” I giggled and then I playfully patted him in the crotch. “I
would’ve thought you’d had enough after the shower.”
The shower was the last place we’d done it, preceded by the living room
couch and prior to that the bed. He must have been really horny, that’s
all I could say. Evidently he’d been thinking about this evening all day
just as much as I had during my classes. Well, hopefully he’d be
recharged by the time the evening progressed but knowing my husband I had
all the confidence in the world that there wouldn’t be any problems in
THAT department.
Steve continued to be the Southern gentlemen as he held the door to his
truck open for me and then closed it behind me. The black dress I was
wearing wasn’t all that heavy and with just a minimal thong on underneath
I may as well have been bare-bottomed. The cool vinyl of the seat gave
me goose bumps as I shivered while I waited for him to get in and start
the pickup so the heater would get working.
“Cold?” he asked, seeing me wrapping my arms around myself. “Let’s see
just how could you really are.”
I had scooted over to be next to him by then, one of the advantages of a
bench seat. Steve reached over and unzipped my jacket down to the belt
and pulled it aside to take a look inside.
“Either you really ARE cold or we need to go back inside,” he joked,
seeing my nipples poking through the thin fabric. I wasn’t wearing a
bra, of course, and the wrap-around style of the dress allowed for plenty
of cleavage to be revealed.
“Hmmmmmm, interesting.... you’re so chilled up there but yet so hot down
here,” he observed as his hand moved down to between my bare legs which I
spread for him and then I felt his fingers pressing against my pussy
through my thong.
“OK mister, either do something about it or drive,” I came back,
pretending to be stern with him. Actually I could’ve gone with either
option at the moment.
Steve just chuckled and pulled away from the curb. “Well, sorry but we
don’t want to keep Tamara waiting, do we?”
No mention of Leon but that didn’t surprise me. No doubt Steve saw Leon
only as the means for him to be able to fuck Tamara. If there was one
thing Steve was definitely NOT, it was gay. Like your typical guy, he
was always pushing for a threesome but also as a typical guy his idea of
a threesome was two girls having sex with him. Yep, no crossing swords
for Steve. Even in the past when I HAD been with other guys Steve would
watch but he didn’t like getting too close. It was sort of funny in that
as much I LOVED dicks, Steve was so repulsed by them (other than his own
of course) that I think he would roll over and die if he ever had to so
much as touch another guy’s cock in any way.
As we drove I thought about it all the more. Yes indeed, when all was
said and done, this evening was more for Steve than me. I don’t mean to
imply that I wasn’t looking forward to it but if it wasn't for Steve
pushing for it we wouldn’t be doing this tonight. Frankly, I would’ve
been happier just to stay home with him and make love. If we were going
to go out and party, then I liked it more when Steve let me loose while
he watched. Sometimes he preferred to stay in the background, not even
letting people know we were a couple. There was something about me
having sex with other guys that really turned on Steve and I loved to
perform for him. By the time we’d get home he’d be so horny that he
would practically jump me before the door shut behind us. The bonus for
Steve came when the guy I targeted had a girlfriend that he was willing
to swap.
In thinking ahead, while I was looking forward to having sex with Leon it
wasn't like I couldn't go without it. For me it was just sex with
someone new which was always interesting and hopefully fun. As for
Steve, I could see the twinkle in his eyes and the twitch in his dick the
first time he saw Tamara’s photos and then when he finally got to see her
nude it was like instant hard-on time for him. For him, it was all about
the new conquest, a new pussy he hadn’t fucked before. Yes, it was the
newness that got him so turned on which was fine with me as I knew that
also meant this would undoubtedly turn into yet another one- night stand,
as did almost all our previous encounters under similar circumstances. I
guess I liked that about him in that he never tired of me so that told me
that any lust he might feel for another woman was just that - pure lust.
There was nothing wrong with that. Like what man doesn’t feel that way?
People who know me already know that one of my favorite “hobbies” is to
seek out married men. Leon might indeed be married but he didn't qualify
as anything special for me because his wife was involved. Going back to
my explanation of adultery, what really turns me on is when a man commits
adultery with me. If I was just meeting Leon tonight and Steve was doing
Tamara but neither of them knew that the other was cheating, then THAT
would have been the perfect night out for the two of us, at least from my
point of view. It was also one thing that we hadn’t done yet but that
didn't mean we didn't fantasize about it sometimes. It was hard enough
to find a husband to cheat with me without trying to get his wife to do
the same without either of them knowing about the other.
Going through the long tunnel, I looked at Steve as the lights lit up his
face. God I loved him so much! Sure I was horny thinking about tonight
but the biggest thing for me was that I wanted this evening to be perfect
for Steve and I would do anything to make that happen.
Leaving the tunnel, we crossed through Pittsburgh and then started the
drive north. Neither of us said a lot as I think we were both
fantasizing a bit about the upcoming dinner - and probably even more
about what might come afterwards. Still, would they even show up? Then
what if they turned out to be total fakes? No matter how much I tried to
ignore the feelings, there was the nagging issue that they might chicken
out halfway through dinner or something like that. If everything they’d
said was true I had to think that right at this moment they were both
nervous as heck. They might even be questioning what they were doing.
I learned early on that it’s easy to post on line and chat and such but
making the move to actually meeting someone was a huge step for anyone to
take.
Pulling into the restaurant parking lot, I saw that it was a bit crowded
but not packed so hopefully that meant we wouldn’t have to wait for long.
As I looked around I wondered if any of the cars belonged to Leon and
Tamara. We hadn’t told each other what our cars looked like, not even
that we would be driving a pickup truck, so there was no way they would
know it was us even if they’d been watching. Steve stopped the engine,
got out and started to walk towards the restaurant until he noticed I was
still sitting in the truck, waiting impatiently.
“Are we getting spoiled madam?” he asked, bowing deeply as he opened the
door finally to let me out.
As I turned to scoot out I let the dress slide up and flash up to my hip
for just a bit. “Isn’t this worth it?”
“Well, it would be even better without the damn thong,” he said,
pretending to be unhappy.
“Yeah, like you don’t know what’s underneath.”
The parking lot had been deceiving as there were about six people waiting
for a table when we walked in. None of them looked like Leon and Tamara
though so Steve asked the serve if we could take a look. She brightened
up and said that another couple had just been seated that had mentioned
that someone would be asking about them so she led us towards a corner
booth where I finally laid eyes on our partners for the evening.
After brief introductions we took a seat in the booth opposite Leon and
Tamara which sort of put me off a bit. I would have expected that I
would be sitting next to Leon while Tamara moved over to be with Steve
but for now we took our side of the booth while they kept claim to
theirs. I was still wearing my jacket as I was cold but Tamara had hers
on the seat over to the side. I noticed when we sat down that she was
wearing a rather conservative blouse and skirt that came below her knees
even while seated with her legs crossed. She was just as petite as she
had looked in her photos, looking almost like a young girl. Leon looked
rather handsome, I might say, even in just a dress shirt and jeans which
happened to be the same thing Steve was wearing although different
colors. Steve was more a dark blue guy while Leon’s was a light green
pattern,
For the first few minutes we just chatted about nothing - the weather,
the traffic, them waiting for a table, us being a little late. Our
server came by and took our drink order with all of us ordering either a
soft drink or tea. She was back quickly and by then we were ready to
order. Once she left I looked across to Tamara and invited her to join
me as I need to use the lady’s room. The guys just shrugged as both of
them were well acquainted with the female herd instinct when it came to
using the restroom. Funny, but I’ve never once heard a guy say to
another guy that he was going to them men’s room and did he want to join
him!
Once inside we went to the sink and I got out some makeup from my purse.
Of course I didn't need to use the toilet, most of the time women don’t -
they just need to talk and socialize without men listening in.
“You look really nice in that dress,” she complimented me, “It’s a bit
revealing though, isn’t it?”
I was tempted to say something about how it wasn't nearly as revealing as
most of my dresses but that wasn't going to do anything to help so
instead I just thanked her and complimented her on her outfit as well.
“So, are you ready for tonight?” I asked casually. It was just the two of
us for that moment as a mother and her two young daughters had just left.
“Kelly, I’m soooooo nervous,” she confessed, looking at me with eyes like
a deer in the headlights.
“Well don’t worry, we’ll take this as slow as you want and besides, if
you decide to change your mind just say so at any time and I promise
we’ll respect your wished.”
“No, I’m going to do this,” she said firmly, checking herself out in the
mirror. “I want to do this for Leon.”
That wasn't exactly what I would have liked to have heard so I asked,
“What do you mean by that?”
“Leon thinks that now that we are married we need to... expand our
horizons as he says,” she explained softly. “I think he feels like he
missed out on things by being celibate for so long.”
I couldn't help but smile a bit as I remembered the “expand out horizons”
thing from their profile introduction. “And you? How do you feel about
that?”
Tamara shrugged her shoulders and stared into the mirror. “I don’t know,
I guess I am happy the way things are now. I always wanted to save
myself for my husband and I am proud that I was able to do that. Well,
at least until we were engaged. I was ready to wait until the wedding
but Steve couldn't.”
“So you’ve really never been with another guy before?” I asked, looking
at her in the mirror instead of directly at her.
“Well, there was one guy in high school that touched me but that was
all.”
If we’d had more time I might have delved into that one a bit more but we
needed to get back to the guys before they wondered if something was
wrong. I turned to her and held her by the arm so she would look at me
in the eyes.
“Just tell me one thing Tamara, and trust me, it’s OK no matter what you
say. Do you really want to do this?”
For a moment I was afraid she might say no. Granted, I really wouldn’t
have wanted her to do anything she wasn’t ready for but at the same time
it would have been frustrating to get this close and then have her back
out at the last second. Then she got this determined look and my heart
slowed down a bit.
“I think so... I mean it’s not like I have never thought about it before,
just that I was raised that such things were wrong. My mother would
faint if she had any idea what we were planning right now.” Then she
grinned a little and I knew it was going to be OK when she added, “And
besides, you’re husband looks really cute.”
While I wasn't so sure Steve would appreciate being called “cute”, I
understood what she was trying to say. Heck, I thought the same thing
myself!
A couple of older women came in then which sort of cut the conversation
short. There was no sense in just waiting around so we headed back to
the booth. We were about to turn the corner to our booth when I pulled
her arm gently to stop.
“Tamara... how old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
I looked at her in the eyes and asked her again how old she REALLY was.
She seems a little exasperated then and I found myself wishing I hadn’t
questioned her.
“I KNOW I don’t look it but you can see my driver’s license. I turned 23
the day after we got married. Nobody ever believes me so don’t worry
about it.”
Before we sat down I took off my coat and hung it on the post by our
booth.
“Nice dress,” Leon spoke up, his eyes zeroing in on my bust and exposed
cleavage immediately. He could hardly be blamed as compared to little
Tamara I was stacked! I’ve heard it said if you want to lose weight, hang
around with fat people and it will seem like you have. Well, the same
goes for boobs. If you want yours to look bigger, hang around with
small-breasted women.
“So where did you guys meet?” Leon asked. Steve told him how he and I
had been high school sweethearts, how we’d been separated for years after
his mother was transferred, and then how we had met up again the previous
summer when he and his mom had moved back to the area.
“That’s really sweet,” Leon said and then Steve asked him how he and
Tamara had met. That was something that I was curious about as well so I
leaned forward which also caused my boobs to spill out all the more - a
point not lost on Leon.
“We met at a church picnic my senior year,” Leon said, putting his arm
around Tamara and hugging her. “Even though Tam her was just a freshman
we just clicked. After I got out of college I proposed to her and a
couple of years later we got married.”
I looked at Tamara who just smiled across the table from my me. Steve
was watching her like a hawk although with the way her blouse was shut at
the top there was no chance of getting a view of her small boobs.
“So you two been doing.... ‘this’ for long now?” Leon asked Steve. I
glanced again at Tamara who just rolled her eyes and shrugged her
shoulders. It was like the two guys were having the conversation while
the women kept quiet and in their places.
“Actually we just signed up with the group earlier in the year,” Steve
explained, not volunteering any more detail than absolutely necessary.
He also didn't mention anything about what we’d been doing since we were
teenagers.
“Well as you know, this is our first time,” Leon said softly, leaning
over the table so we could hear him. I mean like we’ve never done
anything like this before. Heck, neither of us has been with anyone else
period.”
For some reason I could buy that line when it came to Tamara but I have
to admit I was starting to question Leon. He looked every bit his 26
years and if anything could have passed for a few more. If what they’d
been saying was true then he’d kept his virginity until he was 24. Heck,
I‘d never met a 24 year-old virgin before. The thing is with guys
there’s no hymen to check, you just have to take their word for it.
Well, if Tamara was OK with it then I suppose I should be as well.
“Well, so what do you think of my wife Leon?” Steve said although his
eyes were on the cute little girl across the table.
“She’s hot,” Leon grinned. Short and sweet but that was enough for me
and it was time to step in and move things along.
“Ummmmm, Leon, ‘she’ is right here so you don’t have to act like I can’t
understand what you’re saying.”
Leon sat up straight and held his hands up like he was being arrested.
“So sorry Kelly, I didn't mean anything bad at all. I was just trying to
tell your lucky husband there what as babe he has for a wife.”
I looked at Tamara who was just sitting there with her hands in her lap,
not saying a word. It was hard to read her and I wasn't sure if that was
a good thing or bad. Our dinner came then and for the next ten minutes
or so the conversation shifted back to the food, where to eat in the area
and such. Once we were getting close to being finished, Steve perked up
and suggested that Tamara and I switch places. Tamara looked at me and I
smiled at her, trying to encourage her. She stood up, looking tentative
and then I sat down in her place, leaving her with nowhere to go but next
to Steve.
“You’re really small,” Steve said as he put his arm around her. She
didn't pull away but then she didn't exactly jump in his lap either.
Leon took his cue and put his arm around me. I looked at Steve who just
nodded almost imperceptibly and so I scooted over to be tight up against
Leon. His hand went to my bare upper arm and held me while I allowed my
hand to move to the top of his leg.
“So you guys just got married a few weeks ago?” Leon asked, the first
time he’d addressed me directly.
“Almost four weeks now,” I replied, moving my hand over until it was on
top of the bulge that was growing under his jeans.
“Wow, makes me feel like we’ve been married forever,” Leon laughed, “It’s
four MONTHS for us now.”
“So how old are you again Leon,” I asked. Her replied that he was 26.
“That’s my age too... when’s your birthday?”
It turned out he was older than me - by three days. March 4, 1985 was
his birthday. That put him a couple of years behind Steve although had I
seen them on the street together without knowing either one I might have
said just the opposite.
Tamara jumped just a little and from the angle of Steve’s arm I had a
pretty good idea. It must have been frustrating to him that she was
wearing such a long skirt. Usually when he put his hand on my leg under
the table there wasn't a whole lot for him to get out of the way. Still,
she hung in there like a trooper and didn’t try to move away from him or
anything negative.
Grinning at Steve, I leaned over to whisper in Leon’s ear. “Have you
ever had a hand job in a restaurant?”
“Here?... Now?” he blurted out, not so loud anyone around us would hear
but enough for my husband and his wife to take notice.
“You’ll have to excuse my wife Leon,” Steve pretended to apologize, “She
has a certain weakness for that sort of... thing.”
From there it became like a Seinfeld episode where everyone was using
euphemisms for sexual parts rather than saying “dick” or “pussy”. All
the while I was rubbing Leon’s ever growing dick through his pants.
Under the circumstances I wasn't about to unzip him or anything with all
the people around and walking by but it was definitely getting his
attention.
“Ready for dessert?” Steve finally said. Leon started to say something
about being full but Steve stopped him mid-sentence to say, “I meant
dessert at your place.”
He could have added, “you dummy” but as satisfying as that might have
been I was glad he showed some restraint. Sometimes it’s best to just
leave things unsaid, no matter how great the temptation.
“Ohhhhhh,” Leon mumbled and then grinned. “So how does this work?’
Rookies, I thought to myself. I had a feeling we’d be having to take the
lead all night from the way things were going.
Steve signed the credit card slip - we picked up the bill for dinner
while Leon insisted on leaving the tip. He sat back and put his hands on
the table. “I would suggest we take our cars and drive to your place.
Kelly can go with you and Tamara here can ride with me.”
Tamara and Leon exchanged glances but they seemed to go along with
Steve’s suggestion. Well, things had to get started sooner or later so
the sooner the better of you asked me.
We all laughed when we got out to the parking lot as it turned out that
we had parked right next to them. Like, what were the odds? Tamara
seemed surprised that we drove a large pickup truck while I was taken a
bit off-guard as well to see they drove a Toyota Prius. Sort of two
opposites in terms of the environment. Steve opened the driver’s door
for Tamara who looked confused at first but then realized his intentions
so she hopped up into the bench seat. Meanwhile, Leon beeped his car
alarm fob on his keychain and we each got in ourselves. I’d never been
in one of these and the first thing I noted was I missed the bench seat
in Steve’s pickup! Oh well, it would be a short trip if nothing else.
Steve waited for us to pull out first as he had no idea where to go. As
Leon fastened his seat belt I left mine undone and let my skirt ride up a
bit to let me him get a much better view of my legs than he’d had in the
restaurant.
“So are you ready for this Leon?” I asked softly, “Tamara seems a bit
apprehensive.”
“Oh don’t worry, once she gets going I’m sure it will be fine,” he
assured me as we maneuvered back to the highway.
“Does she ever masturbate in the car when you drive?”
Leon just laughed saying, “No way... she’s not exactly what you call a
‘public’ girl. I mean, you saw how she dressed.” He paused to look at me
again and then grinned. “I take it you’re a bit more adventuresome.”
“Oh a little,” I sighed, trying not to sound too slutty, “Would it turn
you on to see me playing while you drove.”
Leon let out a long breath as he looked in the driver’s mirror to merge.
“Like duh! What guy would say no unless he was gay? And even then he
probably still would.”
“You mean like this?” I teased as I pulled up my skirt to my waist and
reached down inside my panties to touch myself.
“Wow, you don’t waste any time, do you?”
“I can stop if you want.”
Leon raised his hand and saved me to continue. “Are you kidding me? You
can do that all day so far as I’m concerned.”
I finally figured out how to lay the seat back which made it much easier.
I kept my hand inside my thing so in the dim light he really couldn't
actually see anything, just the movement of my hand under the flimsy
material.
“I love to play with myself Leon... does Tamara use her fingers or does
she like toys?”
“Hell if I know,” he grumbled as he tried to watch me without getting us
killed as we quickly approached the next exit. “She says she doesn’t and
I’ve never seen her do it.”
“Not even during sex?”
“Shit, I’ve tried... even pushed her hand down there but she always pulls
back.”
“Mmmmmmm, poor girl doesn’t know what she’s missing...,” I sighed as I
rubbed my clit.
While I firmly believe that 100% of men masturbate (I go with the 80%
admit they do and the other 20% are liars), I HAVE known a few girls that
really don’t masturbate although they have been few and far between. One
of my college roomies was actually against it as she considered it the
equivalent of “sex” and she was saving herself for marriage. Now whether
or not she started after she got married, I’ll never know but it seemed
pretty dumb to me at the time.
“I bet YOU do, don’t you Leon?”
That brought a smile to his face and maybe had the light been brighter I
could have seen if he was blushing.
“I knew it... all men do so it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
We were getting downtown and I figured probably pretty close to their
house so I quickly pulled my things down my legs and off around my heels.
I looped it over the rear view mirror like a garter after a prom date.
“There, something to remember the trip by,” I said as I smoothed out my
dress again, “I’ve been told they make nice air fresheners as well.”
Leon laughed again at that one as we pulled into the narrow driveway of
an older home. Steve parked on the street behind us as we all got out
and followed Leon to the front door. I noticed Steve had his arm around
Tamara but it wasn't like they were looking like teenagers in love quite
yet as she had her hands in her coat pocket.
“Well?” I whispered to Steve as we approached the door. He just looked
at me and shrugged. Evidently Tamara hadn’t been as open as I had been
with Leon which didn't exactly surprise me. For that matter I hadn’t
been all that crazy with Leon either when you take into account what I’ve
done with other men in similar circumstances.
Leon unlocked the front door and we all stepped into the home which
looked to be maybe a hundred years old. Well, maybe that was an
exaggeration but it was not new by any means. Even the furniture had an
old look to it and the carpet would have been politely referred to as
“retro”.
“This was my parent’s house,” Leon explained, as if an explanation was in
order in the first place, “They’ve retired to Arizona so they left it to
me. “Tamara is working to fix it up, aren’t you babe?”
Tamara looked more embarrassed than anything but she smiled and started
to talk about the new furniture they were looking at, almost as if she
was taking advantage of the opportunity to go off on a tangent and NOT
discuss the large elephant sitting in the corner of the room.
Chapter 4 - Getting Things Started
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One of the things I love about Steve is that he is one of the few guys
with whom I don’t feel I have to always be the one to push or take the
lead when it comes to sex. I guess it all started when we first dated
and he was the older, mature high school junior while I was just an
incoming freshman who had never been on a serious date until I was with
him. Steve had been the “experienced” one back than as everything was
new to me and he loved to push my boundaries. You could probably say he
is more responsible for me becoming the school slut than anyone else.
Having gotten off to a good start, when Steve left I never looked back
and took full advantage of whatever opportunities came my way - plus
those I worked on making happen myself. It didn't take long to learn
that you never sit home alone on a Friday or Saturday night when they
guys know they’re guaranteed a BJ in return for paying for the movie or
dinner. While I never had sex with a teacher while I was in high school
(or college for that matter), I’m fairly certain my grade point average
wasn't hurt by flashing and flirting with the male teachers - and even a
few of the female ones.
By the time Steve reentered my life, I’d had sex with literally hundreds
of men if you count the nameless guys lined up at parties and such. As
for blowjobs, God only knows as I certainly have no idea. I’d graduated
with honors both academically and sexually, near the top of my class
while earning an awesome reputation.
In the twelve years since I’d given my virginity to Steve, there wasn't a
lot I hadn’t tried at least once. In college I even did some escorting
for a short time and while it only lasted for five guys, it taught me a
lot about men and their fantasies. I went back to escorting after school
when I had some problems with my teaching career but it was largely non-
sexual. My philosophy has always been to try things at least once just
so I can say I did it. While I really don’t like anal, I have done it
although somewhat reluctantly. My friend Nancy even got me to let her
dog fuck me. Now THAT was something I swore would never happen again and
hasn’t except for one time when I volunteered but that was to help
someone out. In the past year I’ve even had sex with young kids just to
please my father. On THAT issue I’m torn as while I can’t say I didn't
enjoy it, there is just something about it that makes me uneasy.
As for Steve, he never spoke a lot about his sexual exploits while we
were separated but I’d had plenty of hints that he was just as “active”
with the girls as he had been in high school. We agreed early on that
neither of us had to provide a history to the other and that we would
start fresh. Granted, there was always my diary on-line that he could
have read but so far as I know, he has never looked at it.
With Steve it was always fun and exciting as I never knew what he would
do next. As for him, I like to think he was just as interested in what
I would do next and I tried my best to keep things fresh between us.
Both of us love public sex which helps. I don’t mean actually being
watched although that IS a fantasy of mine but rather situations where we
aren’t but COULD be seen. I love to flirt with men and Steve has always
encouraged that side of me, even betting me at times as to whether or not
I could get a guy to fuck me and then as a bonus, how long it would take.
One of my favorite things to do with Steve is to go out on a date where I
promise to do anything he says, no matter what. To make this fun, you
really do have to do everything as once you start making exceptions it
sort of spoils the entire evening. For most people I’m not sure it would
work as in addition to being pretty crazy you also have to trust the
other person explicitly. While I promise Steve that I will never say
“no”, sort of our own private version of the “Just say YES” campaign, I
also trust that he will never ask me to do anything that would be harmful
or embarrassing. If you want a true test of your relationship, try
playing this game as you’ll quickly find out whether or not you can
really trust the other person.
I say all this because at this moment you couldn't ask for two different
couples to be in the same room together. Steve and I had been in similar
situations dozens of times before, not always as a couple but in some
sort of party situation. The last time we’d done something like this we
barely even got comfortable before we split off to separate bedrooms for
the night. Leon and Tamara were a different case. Now that we were
actually in their house, I couldn't help but wonder of one or both of
them was having second thoughts. It wouldn’t have been hard to
understand as many people find that playing on the Internet with the
anonymity it provides makes it easy to say things you never would in
person. Now that we were all face-to-face in person, there was no hiding
behind the keyboard, this was the real deal.
“So ummmmm, how does this sort of thing usually get started?” Leon asked,
fidgeting a bit as he rocked from one foot to the other.
Steve started to answer but knowing him, he would have been direct and to
the point, NOT what was needed about now judging by the look of
desperation on Tamara’s face. She was smiling but it looked very forced
and there was no laughter behind it.
“Maybe it might help if Steve and Tamara sat over there on the couch
while you and me got things started,” I offered. Steve looked at me a
little quizzically as he knew from past experience that I liked to just
be alone with the guy when we swapped but from the grin that followed I
knew he was more than willing to sit back and watch his wife go to work
on another man.
“Sounds good to me,” Leon said and then looked at his own wife, “That OK
with you Tam?”
If anything she seemed a bit relieved as she nodded without saying
anything. Steve sat down and she took a seat next to him, maybe a
little less than a foot separating them. Steve wasn't going to let that
continue though as he put his arm around her and pulled her up next to
him. She didn't resist but then it wasn't like she threw herself at him
either.
“So it’s me and you,” I said gently, taking Leon’s hand in mine as I led
him to a large overstuffed chair across from the couch with a tacky
coffee table in between. It was one of those large heavy dark-stained
pine monstrosities that you see in the cheap furniture stores but that
also made it perfect for what I had in mind.
Deliberately ignoring my husband and his wife, I moved the flower
arrangement from the coffee table to the floor which left it bare - the
perfect stage. Being careful not to fall on my heels, I stepped up on
the table and then stood there facing Leon as he sat upright in the chair
watching me. It was then I noticed the front drapes weren’t pulled but
with only a single lamp on in the corner of the room it wasn't like there
was a spotlight on me. Besides, the neighborhood looked deserted when we
pulled in and I always get a bit turned on by supporting other people’s
voyeuristic tendencies.
We’d taken off our coats upon entering, hanging them up in a small closet
by the entrance so all I had on was my dress. Indeed, after leaving my
thong in the car ALL I had on was my dress if you discount jewelry and
heels. That didn't exactly lend itself to a sexy strip tease but I would
just have to make do. Seeing Leon’s eyes fixated on me, I didn't think
he would mind one way or the other.
“I’m gonna strip for you now but you have to help out,” I said as I
started to sway back and forth slowly, running my hands down my sides and
hips. Leon looked at me expectantly so I continued with, “I want you to
pull that cock out for me to watch... stroke it so I know you like what
you see.”
Leon glanced over at Tamara before he caught himself and looked back at
me again. I cupped my boobs in my hands through my dress, waiting
patiently for him to do his part without saying anything further. He
knew what I wanted so now it was his turn to make a difference.
It didn't take long for him to make up his mind. Slouching in the chair,
he undid his belt and then lifted up his hips so he could undo the zipper
and then undo the pants so he could open the flaps. Reaching through the
opening in his jockey shorts, he struggled at first to get it out and
when he finally did it was easy to see why he had problems. His dick was
already practically fully erect making it hard to get out of the silly
flap in the front of his shorts.
“Mmmmmmm, now that’s what I wanted to see,” I purred, slowly raising my
dress up my legs, getting it up to where it was just below my pussy. It
was enough to tease but not show anything. “Now stroke it... I want to
see you jerk off for me.”
Once again Leon’s eyes shot behind me to where his wife was seated but
then he saw that I was watching and he quickly returned them to me. I
wondered if Steve was getting his dick out yet. It wouldn’t have
surprised me as he took about any excuse he could to jerk off. Sometimes
I swear he likes to jerk off as much as love to play with myself.
“That’s it... now tell me what to do,” I said soothingly, pulling my
dress up with one hand while pulling it down with the other and then
switching directions.
“Just take the damn dress off,” he said, the smile on his face disarming
the directness of his statement.
“Not yet... in time,” I assured him but I did lift it up so my bare ass
was now exposed to the audience behind me and my shaved pussy was visible
to the horny guy in front of me.
“Oh, I suppose I should tell you that I left my thong on the rear view
mirror,” I said jokingly over my shoulder to Tamara, “It needed to dry
off.”
Oh to see Tamara’s face now! I resisted the temptation as I knew it would
just increase her anxieties if we made eye contact. Still, I wondered
what her reaction was to my announcement about my missing thong?
“You liked watching me masturbate in the car, didn't you Leon,” I teased
as I started to rub my pussy by first cupping it with my palm between my
legs and then pressing my middle finger inside of me. As horny as I was
it slipped in easily.
Leon was stroking his dick with one had as he stared at my exposed
crotch. He didn't even blink! I knew from her nudes that Tamara just
trimmed her pussy so had Leon ever seen a shaved pussy that wasn't on a
porn site on the Internet? His erection looked so yummy and hard and I
loved the way he twisted his hand slightly on it each time he got up to
the head. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on it!
When I first got the idea to table dance for Leon, my thoughts had been
around doing a slow strip tease while seeing if I could get him to jerk
off. Eventually I would get nude and then have him stand up and let me
kneel on the table as suck it for his wife and my husband to watch,
closely followed by him fucking me. Eventually that should get things
started for Steve and Tamara after which we could then go our separate
ways for a while.
Seeing how horny Leon was, I started having second thoughts about my
original plan. Damn, I bet I would just get my mouth around him and he’d
blow! Well, there were always options...
“I love watching you jerk off Leon,” I said as seductively as I could, “I
think you want to fuck me, don’t you?”
Leon was breathing more heavily now so he just nodded - not good enough
for me.
“You know Leon, when a guy wants to fuck me it’s only polite that he
ask,” I hinted broadly. He just nodded again so I reiterated myself
saying, “Well, do you want to or don’t you?”
“I want to,” he gasped.
“Want to what Leon?”
“I want to fuck you,” he finally said. Good boy! I had to suppress a
giggle as I felt like I needed to throw him a treat or something like a
puppy who had just learned a new trick.
“That wasn't so hard, was it?” I encouraged him as I carefully dismounted
the coffee table and stood in front of him, “At least not as hard as that
nice dick I see.”
Without looking back at the couple behind me, I crawled up on the chair
with my dress bunched up around my waist. Straddling his legs, I scooted
up until his lovely erection was right under my wet and hungry pussy.
“Now fuck me Leon... put that hard dick in my cunt.”
Normally the word “cunt” was not part of my vocabulary unless I was
cursing another woman. While some people think slut is a put-down, I
think it’s a compliment. I reserve other words for women I don’t like
such as whore and yes, cunt. Still, I knew men well enough to know that
they like a girl to talk dirty and what is more dirty than for a girl to
call her own pussy a cunt?
Leon didn't say anything in response but I could feel him working his
dick around under me, trying to hit the mark but failing miserably. Rap,
I was just as anxious to feel it in me as he was so I reached down and
grabbed it from him, easily getting it in the right spot to where it
slipped up inside of me like it was greased. I put my full weight on him
and sank down to his lap, burying his dick in me completely.
“Oh god that feels so good in me Leon,” I moaned as I wiggled my hips
just enough to feel it move inside of me.
I put my hands on his shoulders and lowered my head so I could see down
to his crotch where my bare pussy was pressed up tightly against his
coarse pubic hair. I could just make out the base of his dick in the
dim light where it disappeared inside of me. It was quite a sight and it
never failed to turn me on to think that that very thing I saw
disappearing up my pussy was causing those incredible sensations inside
of me.
Leon’s hands found my ass and he squeezed each butt cheek in one hand as
I started to rock slowly on his cock. I wasn't lifting myself up and
down so much as I was rocking back and forth, causing him to move in me
but for the most part keeping the entire cock in me as much as possible.
A little of that and I decided it was time to up the ante a bit and stop
pretending to ignore my audience. Lifting myself up, I let his hard cock
flop out of me as I stood up on the chair and then twisted myself around
until I was facing Steve and Tamara with my bare butt in Leon’s face.
Steve was grinning from ear to ear and I noticed his arm was further
around Tamara now until he had his hand over her small boob over her
blouse. As for her, she wasn't pushing him away but then I couldn't see
that she was reciprocating in any way either as her hands were in her lap
still.
Once again I found myself wishing for a camera as I watched Tamara. It
wasn't that she was doing much, if anything it was the blank look on her
face that caught my attention more than anything. It was sort of like,
“I can’t believe this is happening” sort of thing yet at the same time
she wasn't turning her eyes away either as I would have expected if she
was really upset about things.
“OK Tamara, watch now... your hubby’s dick wants back in me again.”
This time I lowered myself down as I face Steve and Tamara, grabbing
Leon’s erection when I got low enough and used it to rub my pussy first.
I couldn’t help but shudder when the head of his dick ran over my
slippery clit.
“Do you ever masturbate using your husband’s dick?” I asked Tamara as I
rubbed myself with that very same dick. She shook her head silently so I
said, “You really should try sometime... he feels soooooo good against
me.”
Enough of that as I pushed the head back until I felt it just under me
and then I lowered myself down on him, easily taking him in this time
being so wet and freshly fucked.
“Oh my god Tamara, he feels so good in me,” I gasped as I dropped down to
my knees and then sat down on Leon’s lap. My dress kept trying to fall
down to hide things but I pulled it backup and tucked it out of the way.
Leon’s hands went around me again but this time they found my boobs and
like my butt cheeks, he took one in each hand and squeezed.
There was no sense in making him rub through my dress so I lifted it up
and over my head, leaving me all but naked on his lap with just my heels
on for the moment at least. It was sort of interesting as I was the only
one undressed. Steve and Tamara hadn’t even unbuttoned yet and while
Leon’s dick was out in the open, or as open as it could be while in my
pussy, the rest of him still bore the same clothes he wore at dinner.
“Fuck I’m going to cum,” Leon gasped as he seemed to try to push me off
his dick like he didn't want to cum in me. Well, that was too bad as I
was in control which meant I got to say where he came and there was only
one option so far as I was concerned - my pussy.
“Watch close Tamara... he’s about to cum inside of me,” I gasped as I
worked my pussy on his cock. No sooner than the words were out of my
mouth then Leon let out a loud groan and I could feel his hot sperm being
ejaculated in me like tiny blooms of warmth deep in my lower belly.
“Oh yeah, that’s it Leon, fill me with your cum,” I sighed as I planted
myself down firmly around his dick. Of course by then he already had!
I was so proud of my husband. Seeing me getting fucked with the hot girl
next to him had to be a tremendous temptation but he was behaving like a
gentleman. Heck, he wasn't even stroking himself which in and of itself
was a major accomplishment. It was time for his reward...
Lifting myself off of him, I cupped my pussy to keep everything in me and
quickly made my way until I was sitting on the coffee table in front to
the two of them. I leaned back and put my legs on the couch, one between
each of their legs. Taking my hand off my pussy, I could feel Leon’s cum
drain from me, flowing down between my buttocks and dripping onto the
coffee table top.
“So what do you think Tamara?” I pushed her a little, “How does it feel
to see your hubby’s cum dripping out of my cunt?”
Tamara didn't say anything at first so Steve stepped in with, “Well, I
can say that for ME, it’s pretty damn hot.”
Steve gave Tamara’s little boob a squeeze which seemed to waken her from
whatever world she was in.
“Oh my god,” was all she said as she put her hand to her mouth.
“See how turned on my husband is seeing your husband’s cum draining from
my pussy?” I told her, “I bet your husband would feel the same way, don’t
you?”
Her eyes widened as she immediately caught on to what I was hinting at
for her to do. Steve was in on it too and I could see from the way he
was looking down at her that he was more than anxious to get a piece of
her.
Steve looked at me and I nodded. Nothing more needed to be said as we
both knew what was coming next - or should I say WHO was cumming next?
Leaning over, Steve put his hand under her chin and turned her head
towards him as he kissed her on the lips. At first she didn't respond
but then she seemed to relax just a bit and returned the favor to him.
Soon I could see his tongue pushing against her tight lips and I smiled
as I saw them part and allow it to enter and explore. Steve kept kissing
her as he reached down and lifted her legs so she was sitting across his
lap, supported by his other arm behind her so she didn't fall backwards.
Meanwhile, I had gotten myself out of the way and returned to sit
sideways on Leon’s lap so my legs hung over the arm while I leaned back
against the other arm. Leon was watching my husband fooling around with
his wife but that didn't stop him from taking advantage of having a nude
girl on his lap and feeling me up. He seemed to stay away from my pussy
as it was a bit messy with his cum (soooooo typical of a guy) which meant
my boobs were his primary target. He seemed to be a nipple guy, pulling
them and letting the backs of his fingers trace circles around them. As
for me, he still had his dick out so at least I was able to feel it
pressing against my bottom and there was no mistaking that he was ready
to go for it again. THAT could wait as I thought it best we both
concentrate on other matters for the moment.
Steve and Tamara continued to kiss and I knew it was Steve’s way of
keeping her having to think about who was watching by distracting her
from seeing us. It wasn't long before he had his hand up her skirt and
was pushing it between her legs which for the moment she held tightly
together. It took a little persuasion but she parted them just enough
for him to get up between them and to her crotch where he lifted back her
skirt to show us all her pink nylon panties. Showing unusual restraint
for him, he didn’t immediately try to take them off or pull them to the
side but instead starting to rub her through the slippery material.
At first there was no reaction but then slowly, ever so slowly, she
couldn't hold back the feelings that I knew had to be building up inside
of her. At first it was just a slight movement that I would have missed
had I not been watching so intently but that was followed by a quick
thrust of her hips as Steve continued to massage her clit through her
panties. Still he held back, waiting for her to react more strongly.
“Ohhhhhh,” she suddenly gasped and then returned to her lip lock with my
husband. That was his cue to pull her panties to the side and for the
first time I saw her cute little pussy. I say cute because frankly, not
all pussies ARE cute. She was an “innie” in that her labia were not
prominent and her pussy looked almost childlike at first until Steve
started to run his finger up in between her already wet pussy lips.
“She has a nice pussy,” I whispered to Leon. He just nodded and kept his
eyes staring at his wife as she was being felt up by another man.
“Ohhhhhh,” she gasped again as Steve pushed one finger inside of her,
holding it still once her had as much of it in her as he could reach.
I saw Steve whisper something to her but couldn't hear what it was. Then
I watched as she started to unbutton her blouse so Steve wouldn’t have to
removed his hand from between her legs. Once it was undone she pulled it
apart, revealing a lacey black bra that easily covered her small breasts.
This time Steve had to do some of the work so he pulled his hand from
between her legs and reached around her to undo her bra. Soon she was
topless with the blouse and bra on the floor with just her skirt and
panties on.
Had I seen nothing but her bust line, I would have guessed her to be
maybe a young teenage at best or even an early developing preteen. Her
nude photos had shown them off to their best advantage that much as for
sure, as now they looked to be barely out the training bra stage. Just
goes to show what a good photographer can do for you. Fortunately Steve
had never been a big boob man or else he would have never been drawn to
me back when I was fourteen with a bust not much bigger than Tamara’s.
Steve was an ass man to the core, followed closely by legs which worked
to my strengths when I was young. Indeed, to this day I still consider
my ass and legs to be my best assets which is likely why my favorite hoe
attire is a t-shirt with no bottoms.
As for the skirt and panties, the panties didn't last much longer as he
slid them down her thighs and then down and off her feet such that all
she had left was a skirt pulled up around her flat belly. It wasn't in
the way so Steve didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to take it off.
Then again, I knew he liked me to wear a little bit of something rather
than be fully nude, as if it was more naughty to be mostly undressed than
naked.
At the moment that left both men fully clothed, with Leon’s cock out but
otherwise nothing had been taken off, while both girls were either naked
or all but naked. We might not be barefoot and pregnant these days but
when it came to sex, men seem to like their women to get naked first.
Not that I’m complaining...
I was enjoying the feeling of Leon’s hands on my breasts as Steve lowered
Tamara to her back and then slid out from under her so she was laying on
the couch on her back. Lifting one leg until her foot was on the top of
the couch, he slid the other over to it fell over the side of the couch,
leaving her cute little pussy spread wide open for him. At this point
the possibilities were endless so I watched wondering where Steve would
go next.
Once again I was impressed by my husband’s restraint as I knew there was
nothing more he wanted than to drop his pants and fuck this little girl.
Rather than jump to the obvious, instead he got in between her legs and
then reached under he to cup her bottom in his hands. Then he leaned
down, lifting her up to eat her pussy like he was lifting a large
watermelon to his face. Her eyes were tightly shut but she was clearly
enjoying it and well she should. Steve isn't the type that always likes
to eat pussy but when he does, DAMN is he good! So many men don’t seem to
have a clue what a woman wants but not Steve. Frankly, when we first
dated he wasn't all that good but by the time we’d hooked up again
someone must have given him some outstanding lessons.
For the first time Tamara started to react on her own as her hands moved
to her small boobs, holding them like a security blanket as this stranger
licked and kissed and sucked on her pussy. Once the ice was broken, it
seemed she was replaced by another woman as in the space of a few moments
she transformed from this quiet, shy and reserved girl to a loud sexy
girl begging for more.
“Right there... yeah that’s it, right there,” she instructed him as his
tongue worked around her soaking wet pussy. Her hips lifted off the
couch on their own as if she was trying to push her pussy up against his
face. Steve pulled one hand from underneath her and pushed a finger into
her pussy, fucking her with his index finger as she humped like a whore
in heat.
“Oh god,” she cried out as she started to cum. Lucky girl, she got to
cum before me! Her petite body literally shook as her orgasm rose within
her. She stopped talking at that point and just moaned loudly as Steve
tried a second finger in her.
Steve had shown remarkable restraint up to this point, EXTREMELY
remarkable in my opinion so I guess it didn't surprise me when he tried
to push the boundaries a little bit. Tamara was still moaning and
humping on his finger when her pulled the second dinger out and tried
pushing the wet digit up her asshole.
“What the....?” she suddenly cried out as her eyes popped open. She
started to reach down but Steve was relentless, pushing it in her even as
she tried to push his hand away. I could relate as having anything up my
butt wasn't exactly a thrill to me but at the same time I knew that when
it came to sex and Steve wanted something, he didn't take no for an
answer too often.
“Owwwwwww!” she cried angrily, squirming her butt as the invader pushed
in deeper. Steve had his mouth back on her pussy though and soon she
was struggling as on the one hand she was loving the feeling of his
tongue on her while on the other hand she wasn't too happy about where
his other finger was.
Steve evidently had achieved his immediate goal and so he pulled away and
quickly stripped. I was so proud of my naked husband! Tamara also seemed
to enjoy the sight of this nude stranger with the hard dick pointing out
from him like a branch from a tree.
“Mmmmmmm, my hubby’s gonna fuck your wife now I think,” I whispered again
to Leon. He didn’t reply but I could feel him shifting himself under me
as his dick grew even harder. If there was any anxiety over seeing his
wife have sex with another man, nobody had informed his cock, that was
for sure. I parted my legs just enough to let it slip up between my legs
until I could just see the tip of it appear between my naked thighs.
Leaving her on her back, Steve mounted Tamara, using one arm to keep his
weight off of her while his other hand guided his erect dick. I was sort
of hoping she would take over and replace his hand but she had her arms
to the side, laying there still as she waited for the inevitable.
“Fuck her Steve... fuck her for me,” I encouraged him, acting as his
cheerleader on the sidelines as he got ready to make the big play.
Another moment and he did just that. Once he had the head in her he let
go of his hard cock and now had one hand on each side of her as he used
his hips to thrust himself deeper into her. She must have been pretty
tight as it took several tries before he was even half-way in her. From
there he gave one really hard push and they both groaned loudly together
as he buried himself in her.
As much as I knew Steve loved watching men fuck me, from my side I really
wasn't that much into watching Steve fuck other girls. I don’t think its
jealousy or anything as I am VERY secure when it comes to our
relationship and marriage. I just don’t get turned on by it. Well, that
was under most conditions. There WERE times when I have to say it DOES
turn me on to watch him fuck another woman, starting with my mom. After
listening so many years to her fantasize about the day I would have a
husband for her to fuck, seeing her dream come true was one of the more
erotic moments of my life. One other time I remember and that was when
he did this cute little twelve year-old at a family party. Well, now I
can add a third one - little Tamara.
Perhaps one reason it was so erotic to watch Steve fuck her was she
seemed so small under him. In fact, she wasn’t all that much bigger than
that twelve year-old he’d done. Perhaps it was a peek into the future
when someday he fucked his own daughter - IF that should ever happen.
Given Steve’s feelings about incest the odds weren’t all that great such
a thing will happen but that doesn’t mean I can’t dream about it.
Watching him fuck her now, slowly and gently, like a father bringing his
daughter into womanhood, was just something I couldn't stop watching.
Not even the pressure of Leon’s own erection up against my pussy as I
tightened my legs around him was enough to distract me.
“So what do you think Leon? How does it feel to see your wife with
another man’s dick in her?”
Leon didn't answer at first but when I glanced back at him I saw it was
not because he wasn’t answering me so much as he was fixated on the
incredible scene taking place in front of us. Steve had now twisted
Tamara’s upper leg up and over and he had laid in between her and the
back of the couch so they were now spooning as he cradled her in his arms
to keep her from falling over the edge of the couch. What I liked best
was that it offered the perfect view of his dick as it entered and pulled
out of her pussy, not to mention her hand over her tiny breast and the
intense look of pleasure on her face. If she was still aware of us
watching there was no sign of it.
“Well?” I asked again.
“I can’t believe this,” he replied hoarsely, like his mouth was as dry as
a desert and he could barely speak, “She loves it.”
Well THAT was obvious but then I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Was
he simply making an observation, stating the obvious, or did he mean that
he couldn't believe that she was loving it, as if her couldn't believe
another man could make her feel the way she was feeling right now. Then
again, maybe he was a little upset that perhaps she was feeling TOO good,
that she was loving it more than anything he had been able to accomplish
with her.
“I think she likes my husband’s cock in her, don’t you?” I returned.
Perhaps I was being a little naughty by pushing him a bit on the subject.
Hopefully he wouldn’t get TOO upset and bring everything to halt with
some sort of jealousy tantrum. Fortunately he was more mature than I had
worried.
“She certainly seems to,” he said slowly. Then he squeezed my boobs
tighter and it was his turn to push. “But then YOU seemed to like MY
dick in you while your husband watched if I recall.”
I smiled at him while keeping one eye on the happy couple a few feet
away. Tamara had cum again and her pussy was so aroused now I could
actually hear Steve’s cock as it sloshed in and out of her soaking wet
pussy.
“Well, after he cums in her maybe you can put it in me again... it you
really want to.”
“Fuck, I’m ready NOW,” he growled, shifting himself under me to move his
dick even tighter up against my pussy.
“There’s no rush,” I assured him, “I want to see my husband cum in your
wife first.”
I COULD have said I wanted to “see him cum in her first” but if I’ve
learned anything about turning on guys over the years, it’s how to talk
to them. “him” and “her” was impersonal. OK, so the act was sexy but
where was that personal connection? “Steve” and “Tamara” wasn't that much
better. But calling them “my husband” and “your wife” added that
personal touch which seemed to turn men on so much more. It’s like when
I chat to men about their desires for their daughters. Saying “your
daughter” always seemed to turn them on so much more than just “she” or
using her name. As my mom use to say when cooking dinner, “It’s all in
the presentation” and that applied to sex as much as Thanksgiving Dinner.
Unlike Leon, who was ready to shoot his load so quick I skipped my one of
my favorite parts - sucking his dick, Steve was more experienced and knew
how to control himself better. Sure he was still a guy and so there were
times he couldn’t hold back and came before he was ready but for the most
part he had a good understanding of his personal rhythm and reactions.
Most guys would have cum long before now under the circumstances but not
Steve. Leon probably never noticed the subtle changes in penetration and
speed as Steve would adjust his rhythm to prolong his ejaculation. No
doubt he could have gone on like this for quite a while more and had it
been different circumstances, like him fucking me, I would have treasured
his skill but for now it was keeping me from getting laid.
“Cum in her Steve... I want to see you fill her,” I called to him.
Steve looked at me at first like he didn't understand why I was pushing
him but then he saw the expression on my face and understood my personal
frustration. He just nodded but that was enough, I knew he’d gotten the
message.
The change was subtle but definitely noticeable if you knew what to look
for. Now his dick was bottoming out in her with every stroke. When he
pulled back he did so until just the tip of his dick was barely in her,
followed quickly by a rapid plunge deep into her pussy. The stroke out
was slower and more deliberate while the thrust in was hard and fast.
Yep, my hubby was working it!
“Watch close, he’s about to cum,” I warned Leon and not a moment too
soon. Not more than a few seconds afterwards Steve thrust himself up as
far as he could into Tamara’s little pussy and I could see the muscles in
his buttocks clench as he jerked time and time again. I knew each time
her jerked that meant another load of his sperm was being shot into her
and from the look on her face, so did she. Her eyes opened and she
looked across at her husband, the look of pure pleasure on her face
tempered in part by an expression of guilt as she knew that what she was
feeling was maybe the best she’d ever been fucked in her life.
“OK, let’s go to your room,” I said as soon as Steve was done. Show was
over, move along...
We stood up and Leon adjusted his pants so he could walk. I reached down
and grabbed onto his dick like a leash and started to lead him out of
them room. As we walked past our spouses I smiled at Steve as he just
laid there with his dick still in Tamara, his chest heaving as he tied to
catch his breath. Tamara was still looking at her husband, her face and
upper chest flush from the multiple orgasm my husband had aroused in her.
I saw Leon’s eyes glance down to where Steve’s dick was resting in her
pussy, sitting still for the first time since he’d first entered her.
“C’mon... don’t worry about them,” I told him as I gave his “leash” a
tug. I wasn’t sure where the bedroom was but at least I wanted to get
out of view of those two so he could focus on what was important - ME.
Chapter 5 - A Strange Bed
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Once he couldn’t see his wife any more, Leon seemed to come out of the
mesmerized state he’d fallen into and seemed able to focus more on me
again. He took my hand and led me to their bedroom. I’d wondered where
he was going to take me as from the size of the house I was guessing it
had at least three bedrooms. Previously when guys would bring me home
the results varied. Some guys found it erotic to fuck me in the same bed
they slept with their wife, even going so far as to have me lay on her
side of the bed and perhaps even wear some of her lingerie. For others,
the guilt factor seemed to dominate and so they would take me to a guest
room or one of the kid’s rooms. The fact that he brought me to their
bedroom was interesting.
As soon as we got there before we said anything he quickly dropped his
clothes and I saw him naked for the first time. While not in Steve’s
league he wasn’t bad either. Leon was a little shorter and not as hard a
build with a bit of a belly but not fat by any means. Perhaps more
importantly he had a dick as hard as a spear sticking straight up in the
air like a missile launching for outer space.
This time I was going to get what I wanted at the start. Before he could
say anything I practically dove for the floor in front of him and once on
my knees, all but devoured his dick. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good and I
could still make out the aftertaste of my pussy on it.
“That feels so good,” he groaned. He really seemed to be enjoying it and
then I thought about Steve and Tamara earlier. While I had foregone
sucking off Leon because of my fears he would cum before he fucked me,
Tamara shouldn’t have had any worries about Steve yet she had never
sucked his dick. It made me start to think...
“Does Tamara give good head?” I asked, coming up for air.
He didn’t have to answer, the look on his face told me everything but I
still wanted to hear the words.
“She’s never sucked my dick.”
Whoa! Hold the presses we have a new headline. “Like never as in...
NEVER?”
“She says it’s dirty. She won’t let me eat her out either.”
Now THAT was interesting as she certainly hadn’t stopped Steve and from
what I could tell, she loved it at the time. So maybe that was part of
why poor Leon had been a bit jealous. Can’t say I really blamed him if
my suspicions were all true.
“So has ANYONE ever sucked your cock?” Leon, took a second to answer as
after I asked that I made an extra effort to suck hard on his dick.
“Oh sure, back in high school I had a girl do it but she wasn't very
good... her teeth practically killed me.”
Ah yes, the sure sign of an amateur.
“Have you ever cum in a girl’s mouth?”
I looked up and our eyes met as I resumed sucking his erection. He
frowned and then shook his head.
“Tamara would never let me cum on her face, let alone in her mouth.”
Once again I marveled over the fact that a couple as inexperienced and
filled with such issues could ever have applied for - and been accepted,
into our swapping group. Maybe it was more of a joke for the people who
ran it to have this naïve couple find themselves with people who might
take all sorts of advantage of them.
“Well you can cum on my face Leon,” I said between licks, “and in my
mouth if you want to.”
Leon just sighed, a long drawn-out sigh that sounded almost like he’d
just been told his cancer diagnosis was wrong and he was not really sick.
“Get on the bed,” I told him. He got on over the covers and laid there
with a pillow under his head.
“Well if we’re going to do this then let’s do it right,” I told him as I
got on the bed I think he was expecting me to get in between his legs or
something like that so it must have surprised him when I reversed
directions with him and straddled his face while I held myself up with
hands such that my boobs were hanging down to his dick.
“I take it you’ve never 69’d before,” I called back to him as I lowered
my pussy to his face while his dick was right in front of mine. “Just
remember, if you lick my asshole I won’t kiss you again tonight.”
Being someone who had never licked pussy before, I didn't have much hope
for him and as it turned out, I was right although he did give it a good
try. It was more for him than anything so at least he could go away
telling his friends that he’d finally ate pussy. He didn't have to say
it wasn't his wife’s - that would be up to him.
What I was more interested in was that nice hard dick that was aimed
straight at my face. Between being in this position and the fact his
dick was at the lower end of the average scale, it was easy to take him
all in. Deep throat is deep throat when it comes to sucking just one
guy. The fact that all of HIS dick gets in my mouth is all that matters.
He was getting close, it was just an instinct I’d developed over the
years to know when a guys is about to cum and I’ve learned to trust that
instinct. It would have been easy to just stay there and take it but I
wanted to make it more of a memory for him so without taking my mouth of
hid cock I twisted around so I was laying sideways on the bed with my
head facing him as I finished off his dick.
Just as he was about to spurt, I pulled it out of my mouth and held it
about half-way yup the shaft, aiming it at my open mouth. The first
burst missed and hit me on the cheek but I wouldn’t tell him that it was
deliberate on my part. He wanted to cum on my face and so this was my
way of letting him. The next load landed on the back of my tongue
followed by another in them idle of my tongue. I moved in closer so the
next load also reached my mouth but from there the rest was on my chin
and cheeks.
“So what do you think Leon? How do I look with cum makeup?”
I was sitting up now, using my finger to scrape the cum from my face and
then licking it off. I opened my mouth so he could see his cum pooled on
my mouth and then closed it, swallowed, and showed him my empty mouth.
“Mmmmmmm, I LOVE cum,” I said, licking my lips as if I was a cat after a
bowl of milk.
That was twice now for Leon and I wasn't expecting a third time but then
when it comes to men in their mid-twenties you never can tell. Over
thirty and it’s pretty fair to expect two at most. Over forty it goes to
once and after that you’re lucky to get him once, especially if he’s on
blood pressure meds! That doesn’t mean they can’t cum but it’s just going
to be oral sex as often they can’t get it hard enough to fuck. Teenagers
are special - do they EVER go soft? At 26, Leon was in uncharted waters
for me. I suppose Tamara would have known but it wasn't like I could
just go and ask her home many times her man as good fro in one evening.
Well, it never hurt to try.
Leon had already pretty much gone flaccid and he laid there on his back
with his eyes closed such that I was starting to wonder if he’d fallen
asleep. Not that I would have been shocked or upset, it happens with
men. Damn, how many times had I been left to my own fingers when a guy
started snoozing after he’d cum? I coughed gently and his eyes opened.
“Sorry, was just thinking,” he mused, “You looked so hot with my cum in
your mouth. Why doesn’t Tamara let me do that?”
Loaded question and one I was loath to answer as there was no good
response. Rather than dig myself a hole I snuggled up on the bed next
to him, put my arm around his hips and laid my head just below his crotch
with his dick right in front of me as it laid down flat on his pubic
hair, spent and soft.
“Why don’t we worry about something more important Leon... like getting
you hard again?”
Leon took in a big breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t know Kelly,
never did it three times in one night before.”
“Maybe you just never had the right motivation,” I teased him, toying
with his limp dick with my fingers.
With that I pulled my head in closer and took his flaccid dick in my
mouth. Actually I don’t mind soft dicks when it comes to sucking on
them. There’s something about feeling them grow in response to my touch
that really turns me on. As they swell and lengthen, it’s like they are
telling me how good I am making them feel, like how much I turn them on.
“Well, I’m game if you are,” he sighed as he tucked in a pillow under his
had so he could watch without having to strain his neck.
It took maybe twenty or twenty five minutes but finally mission
accomplished. The key to resuscitating a cock is not to overdo it. You
don’t need a lot of action, just constant and uninterrupted action.
Stopping even for just a few seconds can be enough to lose whatever gains
you may have made in the past ten minutes. So for all that time I kept
it between my lips at all times, kissing it, licking it and fondling it
as I nursed him back to an erect state.
Victory! I held his erection in my hand and sat up to smile at him.
“See, I told you all you needed was the right motivation.” Yeah, that a
LOT of skill and perseverance.
“Fuck me like you fuck Tamara,” I said, sounding more like a little girl
asking her daddy to read her a bedtime story than a slut begging to be
fucked.
Leon gave me a rather sardonic grin and said, “That’s easy... on your
back... missionary style.”
Like what a surprise... NOT!
This time I pulled back the covers. A quick look at the night stands
told me her side was on the right so I laid there on my back, knees bent
with my feet flat on the bed with my legs spread apart for him.
“Like this?”
“Yep, you’ve got it,” he almost laughed as he got in between my legs and
without any fanfare just stuck his dick in me and started to pound away.
Maybe it WAS starting to make sense to me why they were looking for other
couples!
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me as he kissed and licked
my boobs. Given how long it took just to get him hard again, I didn't
imagine he would be cumming any time soon and boy, as THAT an
understatement! Not that I was complaining mind you. I’d take a guy who
lasts forever before cumming than a one stroke and cum guy any day! As he
fucked me I played with my pussy, recognizing that this wasn't in line
with how they fucked but the heck with that, I wanted to cum a few times
myself!
As it turned out, I came twice more before he finally groaned and let
loose inside of me for the second time. As soon as he finished he rolled
over to the side of me, panting like he’d just run a marathon.
“Damn, three times,” he said more to himself than me I think.
We just laid there for a few minutes, not a sound in the room as felt his
cum start to leak out of me. Using the sheets to clean myself off, I
stood up and faced him.
“What do you say we go back and see how they are doing?”
Chapter 6 - Settling Accounts
=============================
Somehow Leon managed to crawl out of bed and we both made our way back to
the living room. I was half expecting it to be empty, figuring they
would head to another bedroom where it was more comfortable but I soon
learned that was not the case. Instead, what I saw was a familiar sight.
I don’t mean familiar in that I’d seen the two of them I like this before
but more so familiar as in I recognized the situation as one like Steve
and I have ended many an evening in just this fashion. There was Steve
laying on his back on the couch, his head resting against the arm, with
little Tamara laying on top of him with her head resting on his shoulder
with Steve’s dick resting comfortably in her pussy. No doubt he wasn't
exactly hard at the moment so if she were to shift her position even a
little bit she would have flopped out but by laying still with her butt
pushed down against him it was still in side of her, even if just a
fraction of what it had been earlier.
For a moment I felt a bit of nostalgia as Leon and I stood there taking
in the scene. I wasn't sure how he was feeling but for me it took me
back so many years before when Steve was the only boy I’d had sex with
and at the time, assumed he would be the only one I would EVER be with in
that way. It was rather ironic that back then when I was just fourteen I
would dream about marrying Steve and how we would make love and have
children. When I talked to my mom about my dreams she would just smile
as I’m sure she recognized a teenager’s first crush, knowing sooner to
later I would move on. Indeed, when Steve and his family left town I did
move on, even if it wasn't easy. I found solace by being with as many
other boys as I could but my heart never forgot my first love.
Seeing Tamara perched on top of Steve brought back memories of how I
would do the same back when I was fourteen - and about the same size as
Tamara was now even though she was nine years older than I’d been at that
time. I wondered if this was how my parents felt when they would peek in
my room after Steve and I had sex and find me laying on top of him, his
arms around me holding me tight as we lay there joined together. For me
there was something special about being one with him, of having a part of
him inside of me for as long as possible. From a more base perspective
we were essentially mating, even if the end result wasn't a baby (thank
goodness!).
Steve was out but Tamara must have heard our footsteps we entered the
living room because her eyes opened even though she remained still. She
saw me first but her eyes quickly moved to her husband who was now naked
with his spent dick hanging down. Obviously she knew what we’d been
doing, just as we knew what had been going on in the living room. A
small smile appeared at the corners of her mouth and I saw her shift just
slightly - not enough to cause Steve’s dick to fall out of her but enough
to feel it move slightly. It was a move I knew well!
“Looks like she likes having my husband’s dick in her,” I said softly to
Leon who was staring at his naked, freshly fucked wife.
Leon didn't say anything making me wonder if he was as turned on as I was
or was there a twinge of regret in that expressionless face?
“Why don’t we sit down?” I suggested. Leon didn't seem to have a better
plan so he went back to the chair we’d started in where I then took a
seat on his lap, putting my arm around his neck and leaning in towards
him with my head on his shoulder and my breast pressing against his
chest.
The silence in the room was deafening. My first thought was thank
goodness Steve wasn’t snoring! He was usually a quiet sleeper but after
sex if he stayed on his back then all bets were off. Fortunately tonight
was one of his better nights. In contrast, Tamara was wide awake and I
could tell from the way she was squirming that she was still horny as
heck. I wanted to call out to her and tell her to just be patient and
wait as it wouldn’t take all that long before Steve’s dick would be
growing inside of her again. One of the more interesting things I
learned when we first started having sex was that getting an erection was
one thing he didn't have to be awake for it to happen.
Meanwhile Leon was just sitting there without saying a word. He had one
hand on my thigh, absentmindedly rubbing it and running his had up and
down the soft inner skin but as good as it felt I knew he wasn't really
paying attention to me. No, it was his sexy little wife a few feet away
that had his full concentration.
“This is really weird,” he finally whispered to me after a few more
minutes.
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know, just sitting her like this watching.”
“How does it make you feel to see your wife enjoying another man inside
of her?” I asked, trying not to cause any hard feelings but at the same
my curiosity was just too much to contain.
“A little jealous I guess,” he confessed. “She’s never done that with
me... not like this anyway.”
“Well have you offered?”
Leon frowned. “No but still... she doesn’t have to look like she’s
enjoying it so much.”
“Maybe it’s time for you to be with her,” I offered. The more I watched
Tamara squirming on top of Steve and listened to Leon trying not to admit
just how jealous he really was, the more I thought maybe we’d had enough
for one night. Like, I’d been laid and Steve certainly seemed to have
had a good time so why push the issue?
“If she wants me... she seems pretty happy right now.”
Oh yeah, definitely time to leave. If we stayed much longer I knew Steve
would start responding to Tamara’s movements. Again, knowing my husband
as well as I did, once THAT happened there would be no stopping him until
he’d fucked her again. Not that she seemed worried! Frankly, I wouldn’t
have minded another load from Leon but I had to keep reminding myself
that this was the first time either of them had ever done anything like
this.
If we quit now, it would allow Leon and Tamara to build upon their
experiences tonight and hopefully solidify their marriage by realizing
they could trust each other to be with other people yet in the end, it
was their partner they really wanted. On the other hand, if things kept
going in the direction they were headed, it might result in serious
damage to their young marriage in terms of trust should either of them
feel like the other was happier having sex with a stranger than them.
One thing that struck me was the idea that maybe Tamara and I could have
a little fun before we left. While I’m not one to normally push for such
things with a strange girl as I prefer to keep my bisexual activities
amongst friends, the thought DID cross my mind with regards to Tamara.
There was not a doubt in my head that the boys would mind watching us.
Over the years I can’t think of any time when guys weren’t turned on
watching me with another girl. Even my dad loved it when my mom and I
would do a special show for him as a treat for his birthday or other
special event.
“We really need to get going,” I said a little louder to Leon as I pulled
away and stood up. Tamara watched me but wasn't making any moves to get
off my husband.
“Hey girl, your hubby over there needs some attention and I need to get
mine home,” I said with a smile to Tamara. Wow, I was actually a bit
taken aback when I saw the expression on her face as for a moment I
thought she was about to tell me to get lost! She definitely wasn't
thrilled about the idea. Sheesh, had we created a monster?
Putting my hand on Steve’s head, I shook him gently until he woke up.
“C’mon sleepy head, let’s call it a night.”
Steve looked at me and then to Tamara who had sat up now such that
Steve’s cock was firmly planted in her again. I saw her hips were moving
in slow small circles as she ground her pussy into his crotch.
“Just one more time?” he pleaded, like a small boy begging his mom to
stay on the carnival ride one more time around.
I shook my head. “I think it’s time.”
There must have been something in my face or the way I said it but he
seemed to get the message as well as the reasoning behind it. He scooted
up a bit and put his hands on Tamara’s thin waist, lifting her up off his
dick.
“Sorry babe... You know you’re REALLY good.”
OK, now we definitely needed to go. Tamara reluctantly got off of Steve,
taking her dear sweet time about it, and moved over to where Leon
motioned for her to sit on his lap. Steve and I dressed - the shower
would have to wait until we got home but I didn't think he would mind.
As we got ready to leave, I turned to the still naked couple, thanked
them for their hospitality, and then left them with my final words of
advice...
“It might not be a bad idea for the two of you to finish off the night in
bed,” I advised, “I know that’s where Steve and I will be in a little
bit... right honey?”
Steve grinned but I noticed his eyes were on Tamara the whole time.
Looked like I had my work cut out for me later!
And so we left the two of them. The ride back home was rather uneventful
as we shared our experiences. Steve always loved me to tell him about
how I had sex with other mean (my dad being a huge exception to that
rule). To be honest, I really wasn't all that anxious to hear about him
and Tamara. Talk about a picture tells a thousand words. Seeing her
lusting for him to the very end told me more than anything he ever could.
Not that I could blame her...
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The next day Steve pointed out to me that Leon and Tamara’s profile was
missing from the group site. I couldn't but wonder what that meant. Had
it been too much for them? I like to think they had chosen widely for
their first swap as I could just imagine how some of the other couples
we’d met might have taken advantage of their situation. Oh well, we had
agreed long before to try to avoid meeting the same couples again. It
was the “strange” sex that made it hot for me, not to have resident
partners.
So now we’d broken the ice. We’d had our first swap as a married couple
and I have to say, overall I loved it! The question now was, what would
be Steve's next choice? The first time had been pretty much based on my
fantasy of a first swap so I told Steve the next one would be whatever HE
wanted. Hmmmmmm, things could get interesting!
THE END