Subject:     Swapping Recap
Story Codes: MF FF oral adultery incest father daughter
Diary Date:  December 3, 2012
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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I'd assumed all my life that once I got married that having sex would be 
limited to my husband and family.  You can imagine what a surprise it was 
for me when my husband told me that he wanted us to swap partners now and 
then and not necessarily even together!  While I’ve enjoy doing it, I 
can't say every time we did it has been "diary worthy".  Over time some 
of those I never wrote about have added up to where I thought it might be 
interesting to tell a little bit about each of them.

Table of Contents
=================
  Chapter 1 - Changing My Views
  Chapter 2 - Leon and Tamara - First Married Swap
  Chapter 3 - Stuart and Lisa - Grandparents
  Chapter 4 - Craig and Jenny - Newlyweds
  Chapter 5 - Ken and Corianne - Marriage Counseling
  Chapter 6 - Hugh and Naomi - Foursome
  Chapter 7 - Derek and Amber - Stepfather’s Lust


Chapter 1 Changing My Views
===========================

First, check out my September 11, 2911 diary entry for a synopsis of how 
we handle swapping.  For more detail about how I have reconciled my 
earlier convictions with my husband’s new directives, read "My Thoughts 
About Adultery".  For those who just want to get on with this one and 
without repeating everything I’ve written in past diary entries on the 
subject, let me summarize things quickly...

Even though I know many people take issue with it, I define adultery as 
"an act of sexual intercourse outside of a marriage without the knowledge 
and consent of the spouse".  Yes, it's rather long-winded but it's a 
complicated subject where a quick sound-bite can be easily taken out of 
context.

By my definition adultery requires two essential elements, BOTH of which 
must be present to be found “guilty”:

   1) The ACT of sex.  When I say "sex" I mean the penetration of a penis 
      into a vagina.  It doesn’t matter how far in it goes as even just 
      the tip counts.  This is an important distinction as it means 
      blowjobs, pussy eating, and such are NOT acts of adultery.  

   2) The INTENT to cheat.  Cheating means keeping it a secret from your 
      spouse.  The only exception is when it’s incestual sex because a 
      spouse automatically gives blanket permission for their partner to 
      have sex within their family from the moment they say “I do”.

My views on adultery have changed over the years but I won't get into 
that now.  What's important is what I believe NOW.  Changing my views 
doesn’t mean that I was wrong in the past or that I'm just trying to 
rationalize my current actions.  It just means that I’m adapting to new 
elements in my life and new situations that I hadn't considered before 
when establishing my values and morals.  I feel that people who refuse to 
change when presented with the better information and a more mature 
outlook are the real hypocrites.

Before our wedding Steve and I discussed many things about our future - 
everything from the proper position of toilet seats and sharing of tooth 
brushes to babies, incest and swapping.  I'm not saying we agreed on 
every point but at least we put everything out on the table and agreed to 
disagree in some areas.  

A few months before the wedding I learned that there were a few things 
that Steve hadn’t been totally forthcoming on, most of which were 
inconsequential.  The one thing that WAS significant was his desire to be 
in the swapping scene.  I don't mean group parties and "open" marriages.  
He just wanted us to meet with other married couples and exchange 
partners.  In our earlier discussions I’d been adamant about how I felt 
that swapping was adultery and a sin, regardless of whether or not 
“permission” was granted by the spouse.

Maybe I’d been TOO adamant as evidently Steve had been concerned until 
then that my rigid  positions on adultery (no) and incest (yes) were non-
negotiable.  While he wasn't totally happy about the incest part, he 
agreed because it also benefited him.  He knew that I wouldn’t object to 
him having sex with anyone in my family and he really had an eye on my 
mom and her sister.  It was the "no adultery" thing that he kept silent 
on, not so much because he wanted to commit adultery but because his 
definition was a little different than mine on one crucial point - 
consent.

For me being raised with my mother's morals, adultery was adultery - 
black and white simple.  If you had sex with someone outside your family 
it was adultery regardless of whether everyone agreed or not.  Just 
because people didn't care didn't change the fact of what was done.

I have to say that while I accepted my mother’s ways as mine, deep inside 
I struggled at times with the premise.  I mean like if your husband is OK 
with it then why is it wrong?  After all, it's just sex and not like you 
are falling in love another man.

While I may have debated it internally, I never voiced these thoughts to 
anyone - not even to my mother or my husband.  If that was the way a 
marriage was suppose to be, then it was up to me as a Christian to honor 
and follow the scriptures.  It wasn’t until Steve finally confessed to me 
how he felt about the subject that I was forced to reevaluate my 
position.  After much prayer and thought, two things caused me to change 
my mind.  

First, I’ve learned over the years to listen to my internal “voice”.  
Whether it’s my guardian angel whispering in my ear or the Holy Spirit 
influencing my thoughts, whenever I feel THAT strongly about something 
I’ve learned that it’s best to listen and just do it.  In this case I’d 
been hearing that little voice for a long time and tried to push it aside 
which should have told me something.  Deep down I knew that it couldn't 
be considered adultery if my husband was on-board so why continue to 
fight it?

Second, and far more important than any of my own reasons, it’s what my 
husband wanted.  As his wife and a Christian I’m biblically bound to 
submit to his will knowing that he loves me and respects me enough to 
never abuse that authority and thus cause me to do anything harmful or 
against my core religious beliefs.  Thus if my husband wanted to swap 
with other couples, then who was I to say no?

Given that my husband is the head of our family I have to believe that he 
is influenced by his faith and relationship with God to make the proper 
decisions in such matters.  When I look at our long history together, 
seeing how he was the first boy I’d had sex with, then the long 
separation only to see us get back together again and finally marry, I 
KNOW our marriage must be ordained by God.  If so, and if this is what my 
husband wants, then my own views on the matter must have been wrong.

After Steve confessed to me his true feelings on the matter, we swapped a 
few times before we got married just to see what it would be like.  We’d 
had sex with other couples before but that was just friends so going out 
with total strangers added an entirely new element to the equation.  
Seeing as we were only engaged at the time, it was “safe” from the view 
of any worries about adultery and cheating.  Needless to say I’d some 
really good times and I felt better about going into our marriage with 
this issue resolved. 

Steve and I have been married over a year now and in that time we’ve had 
sex with numerous partners.  In terms of events, most of these have been 
with other couples like us.  Usually when we swap it’s what I call a 
“pure” swap where we actually switch partners and go to separate rooms or 
even homes.  That’s my preference and Steve has pretty much gone along 
with it.  There may be some interplay before the “split” but the focus is 
usually on couples, not groups.  There have been a couple of times when 
we made it a “foursome” where we all stayed together but I have to say I 
enjoy the intimacy of being alone with another man much more as being all 
together in a small group.  It just makes it feel more like some sort of 
sex show than anything else.

While swapping has pretty dominated our “external” sex life (I’m not 
counting incest as that’s a whole different thing) we’ve been to a couple 
of parties with friends.  Then there are the family parties which have 
been primarily Steve’s thing, something he does more often than not with 
my dad and Aunt Linda without me in the picture.  Also, there have been a 
few times when I’ve met with other men independent of Steve but that’s 
always been when he was with someone else like my Aunt Linda or at a 
family sex party so it’s not like I left him home alone or anything.

I had to do some considerable thinking before writing this entry.  I 
started out by writing down as many of the couples that I could remember 
us being with.  In many cases I didn’t remember their names anymore, only 
the event, but that didn't matter as I wouldn’t use their real names in 
public anyway.  I then grouped them by “theme” and finally chose the one 
couple that I thought served as the best example.  Thus these short 
entries aren’t from the “top” of the overall list but rather a 
compilation of different types of people we’ve met since last year.

Except for our first swap with Leon and Tamara, I haven’t written diary 
entries about any of these encounters until now; the reason being that I 
only like to write up events that were either unique or in some way 
impacted my life - good and bad.  It takes me a lot of time to write a 
typical entry so I try to reserve my efforts for the really important 
events so a lot of things go by without any mention.  That doesn’t mean I 
didn't enjoy them or they weren’t erotic, just setting priorities.  

In each entry I’ve condensed things down quite a bit but overall I 
believe that I stayed essentially true to what happened.  I just didn't 
go into the detail as I would have if they were individual diary entries.  
My objective isn’t so much to tell the story but to offer a collage of 
various types of people we’ve swapped with since getting married.


Chapter 2 Leon and Tamara - First Married Swap
==============================================

Leon and Tamara were the first couple we had sex with after our marriage, 
almost a month to the day after our ceremony.  Being it was our first 
time I wrote about it in my diary (see Sept. 23, 2011) so I won’t repeat 
it all here.  Still, being they were our first couple I think that makes 
them important enough to make it into this entry as well.

By this time in my life I’d had sex with literally hundreds of men, many 
of them married, so it wasn't like Leon was anything special from a 
purely sexual perspective.  What WAS unique was for the first time I was 
having sex with someone outside my family while wearing a wedding ring!

Until that very moment when Leon entered me for the first time and we 
joined as one, the whole concept of adultery and such was an intellectual 
exercise.  It’s easy to SAY you’re OK with something and that you accept 
a fundamental change in personal morals and values that’s you held onto 
for years.  It’s quite another to actual DO it.

At the time, and even later when I wrote about it, I really wasn't quite 
ready to admit just how nervous I was when Leon was about to fuck me.  
It’s almost ludicrous for me to expect anyone to understand how I could 
be nervous about sex after everything I’ve done in the past thirteen 
years but my head was spinning with all the ramifications.  My god, I was 
about to have sex with someone other than my husband!  This was something 
that just a few months earlier I never could have imagined ever 
happening. Oh sure I’ve had sex with my dad since the wedding but that’s 
incest and doesn’t count. 

As I’ve already said, seeing Leon’s erect dick approaching my pussy was 
one of the scariest moments I can remember in a long time, at least so 
far as sex goes.  Maybe even more so when I felt him press against me and 
then start to push into me.  THAT was the point of no return.  It was 
almost like giving up my virginity all over again.  No matter what 
happened now or in the future, once his dick was in me I would never 
again be able to say what my mother was so proud to say after 25 years of 
marriage - that I’d never been unfaithful to my husband.

Oh sure I was going along with the “no cheating” modification to the 
adultery argument and I knew that Steve would never consider me to be 
cheating on him.  If anything, I imagined he would have loved to be there 
with me as Leon fucked me.  Still, attitudes built by twenty-some years 
of listening to my mother don’t get erased overnight regardless of good 
intentions.

Thankfully once Leon started fucking me all such thoughts and worries 
quickly disappeared.  All that poisonous negativity was finally replaced 
for good when my body experienced an intense orgasm which I think was 
driven primarily because I DID feel a little guilty which only made the 
sex that much hotter.  Leon was my age and a great partner so I have to 
say I really enjoyed him fucking me.

Afterwards when Steve and I compared notes about our evenings I could see 
he was concerned about how I’d handled everything.  To see his face light 
up when I told him how much I’d enjoyed myself told me that we’d made the 
right decision and after that I never looked back or questioned our 
decision again.


Chapter 3 Stuart and Lisa - Grandparents
========================================

Whereas Leon and Tamara had been close to our age (26 and 23 
respectively) Steve was well aware of my fetish for older married men so 
it was like he wanted to test my boundaries.  Stuart and Lisa were in 
their 60’s making him the oldest man I’d ever had sex with.  For Steve, 
Lisa was well beyond any previous woman as my mom had been his oldest and 
she was only 45 the first time he did her.  With me being 26 at the time 
this happened, that made Stuart forty years older than me!  Lisa, at a 
“young” 61, was still 33 years older than Steve, more than twice his age.

Interestingly, Stuart and Lisa had only started swapping about a year 
earlier and thus far had only been with a few couples, all of them more 
or less their age until they met us.  During dinner he confessed that 
they’d been leery of meeting with us at first after Steve had extended 
the invitation.  Once the acceptance was made, they could see more of our 
profile and recognize that we were both younger than their three kids, 
two of which even had kids almost our age.  Stuart was quick to point out 
that they didn’t want us to role-play as their kids or anything like 
that.  I almost laughed at seeing his concern that he might have somehow 
offended us with any notions of incest.

What was rather ironic was that each of us wanted to know why the other 
started swapping.  Of course I wanted to know why after almost forty 
years of monogamous marriage they decided to have sex with other people.  
From their perspective, they couldn't understand why Steve and I would 
want to extend out sec life to other couple so early in our marriage.  
The difference in perspective were interesting to say the least.

I answered for Steve and me.  My explanation was really quite 
straightforward - we both loved sex and didn’t want our marriage to get 
into a rut by making any drastic changes in our sex life just because we 
now wore wedding rings.  Lisa asked how much sex we’d been having before 
marriage to which I stayed a little vague.  I was worried that they might 
change their minds about us if they had any idea just how many partners 
we’d had over the years, especially me.

Lisa seemed a little surprised even at what I did tell her, saying she 
and Stuart had waited until marriage to have sex.  Well, I guess things 
were a lot different forty years ago!

Stuart then did the talking saying that for them it seemed to be more a 
matter of “do it now while we still can” than anything else.  Of course 
over the years they’d both wondered what it would be like to have sex 
with someone else, especially given that they’d each only done it with 
each other.  Stuart had already passed the age where an erection was 
assumed every time and he playfully patted his pocket where he kept his 
“sex pills”.

Lisa had apparently not been exactly happy when he mentioned the idea but 
then at their age it wasn't like their marriage was going to be affected 
or anything else.  What I found interesting was when Stuart smiled at 
Lisa after describing their first time.  I couldn't let that pass so I 
asked Lisa what was the story and she almost sheepishly admitted that 
after the first time, SHE was the one pushing for doing it again.

I was still curious about why they agreed to meet with me and Steve 
seeing how all their previous partners had been about their same age.  
This time it was Lisa looking at Stuart rather pointedly and we all 
laughed together as Stuart sat up and turned a bit red.

“OK, I’ll admit it,” he said, not entirely happy it seemed but what 
choice did he have now?  “I wanted to have sex with a younger girl.  At 
my age I know most girls aren't interested in someone like me so when 
Steve contacted us I was both surprised and elated.”

He paused for a moment, looked at his wife who nodded, and then 
continued, “But how do you tell your wife you want to have sex with a 
girl not much older than one of your granddaughters without sounding like 
some sort of pervert?”

He seemed uncomfortable so I chimed in with, “Well you know Stuart, some 
girls LIKE to be with older men.  I find them to be much more caring 
about my needs and not so much like I’m just a notch on their belt.”

Lisa poked Stuart saying,  “See honey, I told you not to worry so much.”  
Then she looked at Steve and then grinned rather naughtily at me adding, 
“I have to admit too that the idea of being with a hunk like your husband 
isn’t exactly all that bad either.”

With that the two of them leaned together and kissed.  It was easy to see 
why their marriage had lasted as long as it had.

Later Lisa and I went to the restroom together which I think was more to 
do with her wanting to talk to me privately than any bladder concerns.

“So you really want to do this?” she asked, looking me in the eyes, “I 
mean don't get me wrong, I love my husband but compared to Steve...”

Wow, how could I explain all the thoughts I had then to her in just a few 
words?  How do you explain to someone who had been only with one man for 
over sixty years and was barely into the swapping lifestyle what it meant 
for me to have sex with other men besides my husband?  I still got the 
idea she felt it was more than a little naughty to do what they were 
doing rather than as a natural extension of their sex life.  How could 
she possibly relate to my life and feelings?

“Trust me Lisa,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder, “This has 
nothing to do with Steve.  I enjoy sex and I like older married men, it’s 
just that simple.”

She seemed to accept that but there was one thing more I was curious 
about.

“So Lisa, do you always just do the other husband or have you ever tried 
anything else?”

At first I think she wasn't sure what I meant but then it became obvious 
when she understood.  Her hand went to her mouth and she blushed 
slightly.

“Oh no Kelly, I could never be a lesbian,” she said in a hushed tone even 
though we were the only ones in the restroom at the time, “Did you 
think... I mean are you asking... well I guess I’m trying to ask if 
that’s what you were expecting?”

She looked so concerned that I think if I’d said “yes” she might have 
fainted.  I suppose being with just older couples that the issue hadn't 
come up before but I never really thought of being bi-sexual as anything 
limited by age.  Still, I couldn't resist tweaking her a bit.

“Well to be honest Lisa, I wouldn’t say no if you were willing but I 
understand where you’re coming from so don't worry.”

She still seemed as bit flustered.  “I’m sorry Kelly, I don't mean to 
seem like a prude.  I just can’t ever imagine myself doing something 
like... like THAT.”

I smiled and touched her hand gently and noticed she didn’t pull back.  
“Well, if you decide to change your mind about THAT I’m sure our husbands 
wouldn’t mind.”

We both giggled like girls at that.  

“I know, Stuart has talked about it before,” Lisa explained, “I don't 
understand why guys like watching two girls having sex with each other 
but when it comes to two guys together... oh my gawd!”

With that we needed to get back to our guys so that was the end of that 
conversation.  I had to admit to myself that Lisa didn't exactly turn me 
on as I like older MEN, not so much women.  I don't mean the younger ones 
that Steve and my dad enjoy, but more around my age is my preference.

With dinner over it was decided that each of the women would return home 
with the other husband to spend the night and that we would meet again 
for breakfast the following morning.  This was apparently also something 
new for them in terms of making it an overnight event.  Evidently in the 
past they’d met at a hotel with adjoining or nearby rooms and once the 
“deed” was over they returned back to their spouses.  Even though the 
arrangements had been made ahead of time, I could still see that Lisa was 
a little concerned.

“You know, I’ve never spent a night away from Stuart before,” she said to 
me as the guys retrieved our coats. 

“Never?” I responded incredulously.  I couldn't see how that was even 
possible.

“I’m serious,” she replied, “Even when he had his heart attack I was in 
his room all night and he did the same when I had my hysterectomy.”

Wow, now THAT was incredible.  At the same time, it made it all the more 
erotic for me knowing that I was the only woman Stuart will have ever 
spent the night in bed with besides his wife.  I could see how that was a 
big thing for her at the same time I didn't feel sorry or anything as 
it’s not like they didn't know what they were getting into when they 
accepted our invitation.

As for the sex that night, it wasn’t anything special.  If anything, 
Stuart was more the “missionary” kind of guy but I was able to loosen him 
up a bit and try some doggie and even to let me ride him cowgirl for a 
while.  There were a couple of things which I think made it a night he 
would never forget, I mean besides the obvious.

First, he’d never gotten a BJ while driving before.  His reaction was so 
funny when I started to undo his pants on the way back to their house.  
I’m sure he’d fantasized about it before but to have it actually happen 
was something I don't think he ever expected.

Next, while it normally isn’t something I do,. I made it a point to 
undress as soon as we walked in and I didn't put on anything else until 
we got ready to leave in the morning, staying nude for him the entire 
time.  I loved the way he stared at me but then when was the last time 
he’d seen a real girl naked that wasn’t a member of the AARP?

Finally, when he woke up to find me sucking on his dick I think he 
thought he was still dreaming.  It was obvious the entire night that Lisa 
wasn't as infatuated with blowjobs as I was.  He made the point numerous 
times that he’d never had anyone suck his dick as much as I did.

The next morning at breakfast we found Steve and Lisa had already arrived 
with Lisa beaming like a newlywed.

“So everything went OK last night?” I asked her quietly as I took a seat 
next to her in the booth.

“Oh yeah,” she sighed, her eyes rolling into the top of her head.

Her reaction didn't go unnoticed by the men and Steve was beaming like a 
proud father with a newborn baby.  As for Stuart, he seemed a bit 
conflicted.  Men and their egos!  On the one hand it was fine for him to 
have one of the best nights of sex he’d ever had (his words, not mine) 
but then when his wife expressed her satisfaction then the jealousy 
kicked in.

After breakfast and we were getting ready to go our separate ways, I 
pulled Lisa aside and smiled as I took her hand.

“I’m so happy Steve was good to you last night.”

Lisa glanced over to the men to be sure Stuart was out of hearing range 
before she answered, “Oh my God Kelly!  You are so lucky.  I never knew 
sex could be like that.”

I just smiled and then leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Well, if you 
think THAT was great, if you ever decide to do it give me a call and the 
two of us can have some private time together.”

Talk about blushing!  To be honest I knew my offer would never be 
accepted but it was fun to get her reaction.  Who knows, maybe she might 
change her mind someday and surprise me!


Chapter 4 Craig and Jenny - Newlyweds
=====================================

Having been married less than six months at the time, I still considered 
Steve and I to be newlyweds and would until our first anniversary.  Yet 
compared to Craig and Jenny, we were old-timers.  They had been married 
only two weeks when we met with them.  Interestingly, the arrangements 
had been made before their wedding so it was like they entered into 
marriage knowing they would be swapping shortly afterwards.  A quick 
honeymoon and now they were already looking for new partners.  Heck, even 
Steve and I had waited a month!

At twenty and eighteen, Craig and Jenny would also be the youngest 
married couple that Steve and I’d met with Jenny having celebrated her 
18th birthday on the same day as their wedding, something I’d never heard 
of before but then I guess it must happen more often than one might 
think.  Neither of them had gone to college with Craig working for his 
father’s construction business and Jenny having just graduated from high 
school the previous spring.

Apparently his parents were supportive while hers had been firmly opposed 
which is why they waited until her eighteenth birthday to tie the knot.  
While I could empathize with her parents concerns, I couldn't believe 
that anyone could be so cold as to refuse to even pay for their 
daughter’s wedding because she was going against their wishes.  
Fortunately his parents were well off and took over the financial 
responsibilities.

Rather than our usually met and greet at some neutral location like a 
restaurant or bar, Craig and Jenny had asked that we just come to their 
house directly which was fine with me.  Sometimes all the foreplay got a 
little old so it would be nice for once just to go straight for what we 
all knew we wanted in the end anyway - sex.

For a young couple they had quite a nice home but then during the tour 
Craig mentioned about his father owning a construction business and that 
the hoe had been a wedding gift.  Wow, must be nice to be rich!  They had 
both greeted us in robes and I had to imagine that they weren’t wearing 
anything underneath.  Walking up the stairs Jenny’s bare ass was plainly 
on display under the short robe and I wondered if the show wasn’t 
deliberate as a means to get Steve turned on.  Yeah, like he needed any 
encouragement!

Indeed, it was easy to see Jenny as still being in high school.  She 
looked younger than eighteen, that was for sure!  Small boobs and a 
petite frame, she was barely five feet tall if I was to guess and 
probably something like 90 pounds - or less.  

On the other hand, Craig looked like a linebacker which was confirmed 
when we passed by a series of family photos with a few of him in his high 
school football uniform.  One of them had them both in it with Jenny in a 
cheerleader uniform.  THAT didn't surprise me at all as she seemed the 
stereotypical cheerleader type - bubbly and perky to the point of being 
annoying. 

We paused by some wedding photos on a table and I turned to Jenny to ask, 
“So you guys just got married... that’s so sweet.  Is this your first 
swap since the wedding?”

The two of them looked at each other and grinned.  Craig answered saying, 
“Well, the first since our honeymoon.”

Jenny giggled - just like an annoying cheerleader.  Craig smiled even 
more broadly as he added, “We went to an adults-only resort south of 
Cancun... VERY adults only if you get my drift.”

“But we DID spend the first night together,” Jenny cut in almost 
defensively.  I had to wonder who she slept with on the other nights but 
it seemed pretty obvious it wasn't her husband - or least not just him.

“So you guys must have been pretty open about things before you got 
married I take it,” Steve observed. 

“She was a slut, no doubt about it,” Craig said, looking at Jenny who was 
beaming at her husband, “The first time I met her she was banging half 
the team with a few of the other cheerleaders.”

Jenny was sounding more and more like my type of girl, LOL.

“Well, it’s not like YOU didn't have a rep,” Jenny countered, looking 
more amused than upset.  She looked at me and whispered in a 
conspiratorial tone which everyone could still hear, “I think he did the 
entire squad his senior year.”

Craig looked pretty proud of himself and then Steve stepped in, not 
wanting to be entirely outdone.

“That’s great, both of you,” he said nodding his head but then he turned 
to me with a look of pride, “Now Kelly here was quite the slut herself in 
school.  In fact, I was her first when she was not even a freshman!”

“Oh really?” Jenny said, then she got that mischievous look on her face 
again.  “I did it in sixth grade the first time.

I looked at Steve who seemed ready to rush to my defense and put my hand 
over his, squeezing it to signal him to back off.  Face it, Jenny was an 
even bigger slut than I’d been in school!

“I even did my brother once,” she boasted, “He thought I was his 
girlfriend because the lights were off but we planned it ahead of time so 
he would do me.”

“You did your own brother?” I asked in a tone of disbelief.  I was NOT 
going to get into an incest one-upmanship game even thought I knew this 
was one area I could more than likely blow her away.  It was more fun to 
egg her on and see where she’d go.

“I know, it was so naughty of me and boy was he mad because I was still 
in seventh grade and he was a junior,” she went on like she was telling 
us the weather.

“Well, I was an only child so you got me there,” I said half-jokingly 
only she had no idea what the other half was.

“I always wanted my dad to do me but no matter how hard I tried he never 
would do it,” she said in a disappointing voice, “And I tried REALLY 
hard.”

Craig chuckled and said, “Yeah, she was hitting on both our fathers at 
our reception.  They just thought she was drunk.”

“We’ve got a hot tub out back if you’re interested.  No suits allowed of 
course,” Jenny invited us.

Something told me that if we all got in the tub together that we wouldn't 
be leaving for quite a while and to be honest, I didn't know if I could 
take much more of Jenny the Cheerleader.  Girls like her annoyed the hell 
out of me in school and I really didn't want to spend any more time with 
her than we’d already done.

Steve, on the other hand, seemed infatuated with the little girl look 
which didn't surprise me.  He accepted her invitation to the hot tub 
while Craig took my hand and led me off to the bedroom.

“She can be a little overwhelming at times,” Craig said apologetically 
after we were in the room, “It’s funny but after all she’s done she still 
gets nervous when something like this happens.  Actually I find it sort 
of sweet.”

With that he dropped the robe, standing nude in front of me with his 
erection poking up as I remained fully clothed.

“I’d love it if you just sucked me without getting undressed,” he 
explained.

That was fine by me!

Don't ask me why but there’s just something exciting and erotic about 
sucking a man’s dick while I’m fully clothed.  It’s like it all about his 
dick and my mouth without my nudity distracting him from what I am trying 
to accomplish with my mouth and hands. 

After I’d sucked him off he quickly regained an erection - one benefit of 
swapping with younger couples, and this time he insisted on fucking me 
with everything on, even my thong which he simply pulled down and to the 
side to make room for his dick.  He unbuttoned my blouse enough to reach 
in and grope my boobs as he did me from behind, standing up as I leaned 
over the bed for him.  Other than that, I never took off a single piece 
of clothing the entire time!

What made it extra special for me was after fucking me on the bed for a 
while he pulled out and told me to stand by the window and look out as he 
reentered me again.  As he fucked me I noticed that the hot tub was right 
below the window on the back patio with us on the second floor 
overlooking everything.  It sort of reminded me of my old bedroom as a 
kid where my window also overlooked the hot tub on our deck.  It was that 
very window from which I observed my parents making love for the very 
first time when I was just sixteen - an observation which eventually led 
to me having sex with my parents.

“Looks like they’re enjoying each other, doesn’t it,” Craig observed as 
he leaned over me to look out.

Down below us I watched as my husband sat on the edge of the hot tub with 
Jenny sitting back on his dick, bouncing on him like she was doing some 
sort of cheer.  God, it was wonder she wasn't snapping off his dick!

“I love her,” he sighed as he leaned back and fucked me harder, “I don't 
think there’s anything she won’t do if I asked her.”

Well, watching below I soon saw one thing she WAS willing to do that I 
wasn’t as she put both hands on the edge and lifted her little ass to 
Steve, letting him fuck her in the ass.

“She LOVES it in her ass,” Craig remarked, almost like he was a 
commentator for some sort of TV show featuring his slutty wife.

“Don't even think about it,” I said firmly, cutting him before he went 
where I knew he was going.

“Hmmmmmm, looks like Steve likes it though,” he chuckled as he stood back 
and pushed me on my back onto the bed with my legs dangling to the floor.  
Steeping in between my knees, once again I felt his dick entering me and 
before long he was filling me with cum. 

“Damn, that was good,” he groaned after finishing, “Mind if I clean up?”

At first I thought he meant using the bathroom but then I quickly learned 
he meant it in quite a different way - in that he wanted to clean ME up.  
Kneeling between my legs, he lowered his head to my freshly fucked pussy 
and licked me clean, cum and all.  OK, I might not let Steve fuck my ass 
but if he insisted I would let him.  On the other hand he would NEVER eat 
his own cum regardless of what I said.  Steve was so homophobic that he 
didn't even like TOUCHING his cum, let alone taste it.

“Mmmmmmm, now THAT was good,” Craig said, wiping his mouth with the back 
of his hand, “Time for seconds.”

Once again he fucked me but this time he came in my mouth, telling me not 
to swallow.  Then he kissed me and I knew what he wanted so I pushed his 
cum into his mouth with my tongue.  Now THAT was a first - snowballing 
with a guy!  Again, I could never even conceive of Steve ever doing 
something like that.

Although we had never really said one way or the other, that finished 
things so far as Craig was concerned.  I’d cum a few times and he had now 
done it three which seemed to satisfy his lust.  I looked out the window 
and saw the two of them still in the tub but now just sitting there.  
Jenny’s hand was under water in Steve’s lap and I had a feeling what she 
was holding!  Still, it seemed more out of habit for her than anything 
she was actively pursuing as they were talking away about one thing or 
another.

The two of us walked out to the patio, me fully dressed with Craig still 
naked.  Nudity certainly didn't seem to be an issue with him, even around 
other guys - unlike my poor neurotic husband.

“Was she good?” Jenny asked excitedly as Craig joined them in the hot 
tub, taking a spot on the opposite side of his wife from my husband.

Craig looked at Steve and they high-fived which more or less answered the 
question for both of us.

I looked at Steve expectantly and he got the idea quick enough, getting 
out of the hot tub and drying himself off before getting dressed.  
Meanwhile Craig has lifted himself up on the edge of the hot tub and 
Jenny was sucking his cock. 

“They could at least wait until we left,” Steve mumbled to me.

We said out goodbyes and left them to their own devices.  I have to say 
one thing, Steve REALLY worked hard on my when we got home which I 
appreciated more than he might realize.  It’s fun to get fucked by 
someone like Craig but I’ll take making love to my husband over that any 
day!


Chapter 5 Ken and Corianne - Marriage Counseling
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Ken and Corianne were probably the most unique of all the couples we’ve 
met, at least so far.  Almost the same age as us, their marriage was a 
lot older and it seemed the proverbial “seven year itch” had struck hard, 
at least for Ken.  He’d cheated on Corianne with a nineteen year-old 
intern at work.  Naturally he claimed that she was the one to come on to 
him when Corianne inevitably found out and threatened to divorce him.  He 
pleaded for her forgiveness so they met with their pastor who passed the 
buck by referring them to a marriage counselor.  When I learned about his 
methods I had to wonder what sort of pastor they had!  If this is what he 
had in mind, no wonder he had to find someone else to prescribe the 
“treatment”.

To make it simple and short, after listening to both sides their 
counselor felt that the best way to resolve Corianne’s anger issues was 
to let her give her husband a taste of his own medicine.  In other words, 
a revenge fuck.  She could have just gone out and had sex with another 
man but that wasn't enough; the counselor felt it was essential to the 
healing of their marriage that Ken watch and feel firsthand how it felt 
to see his spouse being satisfied by a total stranger. 

Personally, to me it was like telling someone to put out a fire by 
pouring gasoline on it.  Then again, my psychological training was 
limited to a few courses in college whereas he had the diplomas on the 
wall so who was I to argue?  

There was an added wrinkle to the “therapy” in that her deeds needed to 
be more than just an act of revenge.  Corianne was told by the therapist 
that just being equal wouldn’t teach her husband a lesson.  She needed to 
go one step beyond what her husband had done, to do something that would 
really drive home to him the seriousness of his transgressions and make 
him understand how she felt to be left alone at home while he was out 
screwing a college girl.

One thing the counselor had to help him in his practice was access to our 
sex group.  We learned later that he was the one who had sent us the 
invitation on their behalf - they had no idea how he had arranged a 
couple to meet with them.

When Steve and I were first contacted through the group we had no idea of 
all this craziness.  It seemed no different than any other invitation - a 
married couple saw our profile and wanted to know if we’d be interested 
in meeting with them for sex.

Although Steve is usually the one to handle these sort of things I know 
that we must get at least a dozen or more such requests every week, often 
from the same people as we’d turned down before.  Steve’s pretty picky 
about who we meet so it’s only the ones that really stand out that he 
even bothers to open up their invitation and check them out in any 
detail.

At a glance, Ken and Corianne were one of those couples who initially 
didn't stand out in any way.  Both were in their early thirties with no 
kids and no history of swapping, was it worth the effort of having to 
deal with newbies?  While we also tended to avoid the ‘serial” swappers - 
the ones who seem to do it every night, we’ve also learned that a little 
experience can really make the whole experience go smoother.  When both 
couples have done it before they know the drill with the “new” factor 
worn off and no hesitation or guilt. After all, the whole point is to 
enjoy yourself, not to train someone.

For whatever reason, Steve was in one of those inquisitive moods (or 
maybe he was just horny) so just for the hell of it he clicked “Yes” in 
response to the request but instead of the couple contacting us, he heard 
from the therapist instead which was a bit unusual to say the least.  

After hearing the situation from the therapist, Steve finally told me 
about it and asked me how I felt getting involved.  Frankly, I still 
wasn't sure what “involved” meant, especially for me.  It sounded more 
like him fucking Corianne while me and Ken watched.  I doubted Ken was 
suppose to be getting any satisfaction from the deal.

To say that I wasn’t initially thrilled would be an understatement. 
Watching Steve fucking a woman we’d never met while her husband and I 
watched was NOT on my “to do” list by any means.  In any case, I’ve never 
been much of a voyeur, at least when it came to this sort of thing.  When 
it comes to Steve and me, HE is the one who likes to watch while I prefer 
to be the one doing.  It’s always nice to see my husband enjoying himself 
but it doesn’t do much for me sexually except make me want to have sex 
with him afterwards.

Steve agreed to talk to Ken and Corianne on the phone - we keep one of 
those prepaid ones for such occasions so we don't have to reveal our 
“real” cell phone numbers.  For whatever reason he wouldn’t tell me what 
they told him but whatever it was it certainly had him smirking.  All I 
knew was that he told me not to worry and to trust him that everything 
would be just fine so far as I was concerned.  Well, Steve was my husband 
so what choice did I have?  If I couldn't trust him, who could I?

We arranged to meet for an evening at a local hotel - with just one room 
I noted when we all checked in.  We’d just met a few minutes before in 
the hotel lobby for the first time so this was my first opportunity to 
get an impression of them both other than the photo on their profile. 

My first thought when I saw Corianne was why in the world would her 
husband want to cheat on her?  My goodness, she was gorgeous... stunning 
even!  Once in the lobby she’d removed her coat to reveal a red dress 
that was form fitted to her figure emphasizing every curve, including 
what had to be at least a D-sized bust. The dress was made of one-piece 
stretch material that you pull down over your head and then down to your 
hips.  There were no shoulder straps, depending on the tightness around 
her boobs to keep it from slipping down any further than it already did.  
It didn’t even seem to have a lining as her nipples were clearly 
outlined. She had rather wide hips - not fat, just her body shape and the 
dress barely came down low enough to cover her butt.  The effect was to 
show off an incredible set of legs, highlighted by the tall stilettos on 
her feet.

Steve was infatuated at first sight.  As for me, I was more interested in 
Ken, both physically and intellectually.  There was obviously a lot going 
on in their marriage we didn't know about to cause him to risk losing a 
woman like her.  Why had she married him in the first place?  Had I seen 
him anywhere else he wouldn't have gotten a second glance.  Shorter than 
his wife, even if she wasn't wearing the heels, he had a bit of a belly 
and was half-bald already.  While not ugly, he wasn't what I would call 
handsome either.  My first thought was he must have had one hell of a 
dick!  

“Shall we go to the room?” Ken said, not so much a question but a 
suggestion.

The elevator ride was uneventful without anything being said.  It was 
like we were all still checking each other out and not quite sure what to 
say.  I noted that while Corianne wasn’t making a move on Steve, at the 
same time she wasn't exactly cuddling up to her husband either.  
Obviously things were still a little strained.

One thing I DID find interesting was the way she was looking at me.  I 
hadn’t dressed nearly as provocatively as her, just a plain black skirt 
with a white pullover top.  Compared to her outfit I was downright 
conservative.  I guess I figured since this was going to be starting out 
immediately in the room, what was the point in getting all dressed up, 
especially if I wasn’t going to be the main attraction - a point that 
still bothered me, even more so now that I’d seen Corianne.

Once in the room, suddenly Corianne spoke up for the first time since a 
quick hello when we first met.

“First, I want to thank you two for coming tonight.  I have to say I’ve 
been a little nervous about all this as you might imagine.  Since we’ve 
been married I haven’t had sex with anyone but Ken.”

She made a heavy emphasis on the “I” when she mentioned not having 
extramarital sex, with a glare at Ken who squirmed as he sat in the chair 
by the desk.   Definitely some unresolved issues here! 

That was about the end of my rope.  “OK, so is someone going to tell me 
what’s the game plan?  Is this all just so you can fuck my husband in 
front of yours?”

Corianne looked a little surprised at me being so blunt but she seemed to 
recover quickly.  She looked at Steve as if wondering why he hadn't told 
me something.  Steve just shrugged, patted me on the leg and let her 
answer.

“Well, he certainly deserves it but I guess your husband didn’t tell you 
everything.”  She seemed a little worried now as she continued, “Well 
this is a little awkward now, isn’t it?”

I looked at Steve and he knew better than to keep quiet.

“Well... the idea was that you two would start out first and then both do 
me.”

I rolled my eyes.  So THIS was the big secret?  Good grief, it wasn’t 
like I’d never put on a show before with another girl.  Besides, one look 
at Corianne and why wouldn't I want to do it with her?  It would be just 
for the guys to watch but then I felt pretty confident it would be fun 
for me too.  Certainly not like having sex with one of my friends or my 
mom, but still nothing to turn down when it was handed to you on a silver 
platter.

So that was the therapist’s plan for “punishing” Ken and allowing 
Corianne to exact her revenge.  How this was suppose to “cure” their 
marriage problems was beyond me but then I wasn't the one being paid to 
help them.  Whether or not it worked... who cared?

The first thought I had was how seeing me and Corianne going at it was 
suppose to punish Ken?   Based on all my experience, guys beg to watch 
two girls getting it on so wouldn't this be more like a reward for bad 
behavior?  Heck, if this was the result of him cheating, odds were he’d 
be banging every girl I the office in hopes of being “punished? again!  
Well, I wasn't about to argue about it as Corianne stood up and 
approached me.

“You ever do this before?” she asked softly, keeping her eyes focused on 
mine as if she didn't want to look at either of the guys.

I just nodded and smiled then answered, “You?”

She bit her bottom lip and shook her head.  Wow, a babe like her and 
she’d never been with a girl before?  No wonder she was looking nervous.  
Hmmm, was this the real plot behind their therapist’s plans, to introduce 
her to lesbian sex so maybe down the line she had her own alternative 
when Ken ignored her?  A little farfetched but a possibility I guess.

“Let’s just make it simple then,” I said softly, reaching out to take her 
hand in mine, “Kiss me.”

Our lips met and I could smell her perfume as we hugged and pulled in 
tight to one another.

The kiss lasted a few minutes after which we both undressed.  I couldn't 
help myself - I HAD to know and a quick glance at Steve showed he was 
thinking along the same lines.  I couldn't help but stare as she pulled 
down her thong to reveal her pussy and sure enough... a real redhead!  
Corianne looked to trim it down considerably when it came to length but 
in terms of square inches of real estate she left a pretty large patch.

I pulled back the covers on the bed and we laid down next to each other 
and continued our kissed and fondling.  Frankly, I could’ve done this for 
hours.  We didn’t cover ourselves so the guys could watch yet at the same 
time after a few minutes I wasn't even thinking of our “audience”.

Supposedly Corianne had never kissed a girl before but I took that with a 
grain of salt as what girl hasn’t played around a little at a slumber 
party or otherwise, even it was just on a dare.  Whatever the truth was, 
she certainly didn't seem to have an issues with kissing me nor was she 
shy about putting her hands all over me.  At the same time I knew how she 
must have been feeling as I was doing the same with her.

What I mean is as much as I love to touch Steve and put my hands and 
mouth all over him, a guy is just built differently than a girl.  When I 
touch a man I admire his strength and physical attributes and the musk of 
his manhood. With a girl it’s more the enjoyment of soft skin and 
perfume.  Caressing a man’s dick and balls is sensual and erotic because 
of what it represents - his male sexuality.  In comparison, a woman’s 
breasts just feel nice to caress and cup in your hand.  

I don't mind a little hair on a guy so long as it doesn’t get to where he 
looks more like a cousin to some gorilla.  The only exception is his 
crotch where the hairier the better so far as I’m concerned.  I LOVE 
running my fingers through it as I reach into his pants and the feel of 
it against my face as I suck him adds to the eroticism of a blowjob.

When it comes to as woman, I’m definitely not into the European scene.  
Except for her head I can’t deal with hair anywhere else on a woman 
unless it’s a well groomed patch between her legs.  For a long time now 
I’ve been shaving mine down there although recently Steve has been 
hinting that he gets turned on by a landing strip or something like that 
- not enough to have to part before he licks me but something to play 
with when he’s just fondling me.

My hand was the first to reach between a pair of legs as I caressed her 
butt and then her hip, working my way down her thigh and then pressing 
between her legs.  Corianne lifted up her leg allowing me to work my way 
up.  God her thighs felt so smooth and soft!  Evidently she liked it as 
well as she moaned softly into my mouth as we kissed.

Finally I worked my way up to the convergence of her legs and at first 
just palmed her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her warmth against the 
fingers of my hand as they pressed into her.  Slowly I rubbed her, 
working my middle finger into her pussy lips gradually until the tip of 
my finger was at her pussy hole.  A little push and it was in up to the 
first knuckle. 

“Oh Kelly...,” she moaned softly as I felt her body stiffen when my 
finger invaded her pussy.

As I finger-fucked her slowly, she put her right foot on her left thigh, 
making her pussy more easily accessible to me which I promptly took 
advantage of in order to sink another finger into her wet pussy.  Her 
eyes were closed as I broke off her kiss and began to work my way down 
her neck and upper body, kissing and licking her continuously.

When I reached her boobs, Corianne twisted back over onto her back, her 
eyes still closed as if she couldn’t bear to watch me as I kissed and 
sucked on her breast.  Looking up, I smiled as I noticed the guys had 
each taken a chair and brought it right up to the bed so they had 
ringside seats.  Both of them looked as if they had raging erections 
poking up through their pants and I had no doubt that both of them would 
have gladly joined us on the bed given half a chance.

Ignoring them, I slowly worked my way down her belly and to the upper 
parts of her hairy pussy, never once during the entire time allowing my 
fingers to slip out of her soaking wet hot pussy.  Just as I was about to 
lick her I repositioned myself between her legs, laying on my belly with 
my bare feet hanging off the end of the bed.  Resting my head on her 
perfectly smooth inner thigh, I watched up close as I played with her 
pussy with my fingers.  She wasn't watching but instead keeping her eyes 
closed as she laid her head back into the soft pillow.  I wrapped my 
right arm under her left leg, using her thigh like my personal pillow as 
my finger moved all over her pungent pussy, pushing into her to wet them 
as needed to keep her clit nicely lubricated.

Looking over again, I smiled at our husbands as they watched.  I knew 
what they were hoping to see and I teased them by stretching it out as 
long as possible but eventually even I had to give in to my own lust and 
desires as I moved my outstretched tongue toward her pussy hole until I 
was rewarded with the sweet aroma and flavor that I loved so well.  
Mmmmmmm, she tasted so good!

It wasn’t until her first orgasm died down that I withdrew my face from 
her crotch.  I moved up over her until I could kiss her again.  I half-
expected her to push me away because of the smell and wetness of her 
pussy that remained on my face and mouth and tongue but she again showed 
no signs whatsoever of discomfort or distaste.  Perhaps she was like me, 
having grown up enjoying the taste of her own pussy whenever she 
masturbated or just got horny.  I’ve found that girls who like the taste 
of their own pussy typically have no problems with tasting other girls’ 
pussies.

Corianne then pretty much mimicked my moves on her, from the kissing of 
my neck and books to resting her face on my inner thigh until she was 
licking my pussy and making me cum.

More than likely had their therapist been controlling the “session” at 
this point he probably would have considered it “mission accomplished so 
far as the lesbian part of the show.  Since he wasn’t, I wasn't about to 
not take full advantage of the opportunity.  Twisting around yet again, I 
put my head between her legs with my own pussy in Corianne’s face as we 
moved into a 69 position.  Now THIS was heaven!  The smell and taste of 
her pussy while I felt her own face and tongue on mine.

Again, Corianne acted as though all this was old hat to her.  Maybe she 
had watched enough porn videos over the years that she was as prepared as 
much as she could be.  Then again, maybe she was a covert lesbian?  Well, 
I was soon to find out that the latter couldn’t have been any more wrong!

“She’s ready,” I gasped to Steve as I came down emotionally from yet 
another orgasm courtesy of Corianne.  She had also just cum again and if 
she was feeling anything like me, she was absolutely craving a warm stiff 
dick in her pussy.

Steve looked at Ken who just shrugged.  Naked in a heartbeat, Steve was 
quickly located between Corianne’s outstretched legs facing me, stroking 
his cock as he gazed upon another man’s wife’s pussy, confident that in a 
matter of moments it would be yet one more notch on his belt.

Reaching over, Steve grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under Corianne’s 
butt to make her pussy more easily accessible.  I put my elbows on the 
bed on each side of her hips, my pussy still smashed into her face, with 
my hands under her butt to help he lift it up even more.  I watched with 
my face just inches away from her red-haired pussy as my husband held his 
dick by the base and brought it up close to her pussy.  At first he just 
rubbed the tip against her, sliding it up and down her slit between her 
clit and pussy hole.  Each time he touched her clit with it I felt her 
shudder beneath me.

Opening my mouth, my eyes met Steve’s and he smiled as he leaned forward 
to let me taste her on his dick.  I sucked just the head for a moment and 
then he pulled back and this time he simply put it against her pussy and 
shoved it in her.  Seeing it all so closely was incredible.  God, my 
husband’s dick was suddenly buried in the pussy of a woman we hadn’t even 
met until a short time ago and he was doing it with my pussy resting on 
her face while I had a front-row seat to the show.

I could just imagine how Ken must have felt seeing this strange couple 
fucking his wife.  It had to be even “worse” for him than it would have 
been had two guys taken her.  With a couple, he was seeing her not only 
being satisfied by another man, but he also was witnessing her hereto 
unknown bisexual instincts as well.  As hot as his wife was, he had to be 
well experienced with seeing other men lust for her, and maybe even her 
for them but had he ever imagined seeing her with another woman?

It was almost enough to make me cum just seeing Steve’s thick black pubic 
hair mixing together with Corianne’s short but dense red bush, mashing 
together when he would drive himself all the way into her and then rotate 
his hips to move his dick around inside of her.  Mmmmmmm, how many times 
had I felt him do this exact same move to me? 

Speaking of which, nothing had been agreed upon so far as him fucking ME 
so why not have some of the same?  Moving off of Corianne, I told Steve 
to sit back for a moment as I positioned her on her side to face her 
husband and then directed Steve to spoon her from behind, lifting her leg 
up in the air so Ken had a straight-on shot of his wife’s pussy with 
Steve’s hard cock back inside once again.

Standing up naked and sweating next to Ken for a moment, I tapped him on 
the shoulder and couldn't help but dig in a little.

“So Ken, what do you think of how my husband’s fucking your wife?”

Ken didn't seem to want to answer at first but I was persistent.  In any 
case, it’s hard to ignore a naked woman right next to you, especially one 
that had just 69’d your wife just moments before.

“I don’t know,” he stammered a bit, “I hate it but yet it’s so damn hot.”

“Bet you’re wishing now you hadn’t banged that intern, eh?”

He didn't answer that one, instead for just a moment I saw an odd 
expression but it disappeared before I could figure it out.  Was it a 
smirk?  What was the real story here?

“Well, sort you can’t join in but I want some of my husband’s cock for 
myself,” I teased him as I got back up on the bed again.

Steve took my return as a hint (which it was, duh!) and pulled out, 
dropping Corianne’s leg limply down and then rolled her over onto her 
stomach.   I got on all fours next to her, wiggling my butt as I gave 
Steve the signal as to what I wanted.  LOL, he hasn’t fucked me hundreds 
of time not to know what it meant when I did this.

“Fuck me Steve,” I groaned as he entered me from behind without any 
fanfare.   

My husband was in the zone now, that netherworld he disappeared into 
whenever he was super horny and in the middle of doing something about 
it.  In this state it was like he was a robot programmed with one prime 
directive - fuck someone.  I really don't think at this point it even 
matter whose pussy it was, he just HAD to have one.

“Get up,” I nudged Corianne who seemed ready to pass out after her last 
orgasm.  Damn, how many times had she cum already?  She certainly hadn't 
taken any time to become adjusted to her new lifestyle. 

Corianne got on all fours next to me, leaning against me for support.  No 
sooner had she done so than Steve moved over behind her and once again 
she took his dick in her.  Back and forth he went, from his wife’s pussy 
back to Corianne and then back to mine again.  It was like he would do a 
few stroked in one and then move to the other, just enough to make me 
feel good and then out again he would go.

It was my turn to enjoy Steve’s cock when I heard him groan, “Oh fuck, 
I’m gonna cum!”

Looking over at Ken, I quickly nudged Corianne to get ready and turned my 
head back to Steve over my shoulder saying, “In her Steve... give it to 
her.”

Normally I get rather possessive when it comes to my husband’s cum.  I 
don't mean when he’s off with someone else like during a swap or a party, 
but more like when we were together I felt like it was my prerogative as 
his wife to enjoy the feel of my husband’s warm sperm as he ejaculated.  
This time though I wanted Ken to watch as my husband mated his wife.  For 
just a moment I reflected how we hadn’t discussed anything about 
prevention.  Was she on the pill?  Well, hopefully so or this would turn 
out to be a lesson for them both!

Whatever the case, Steve wasn’t going to be stopped no matter what anyone 
said now.  Once a man starts his orgasm, there’s no stopping him and 
Steve was all man!  You could’ve hit him over the head with a bat and I 
wouldn't be surprised if his dick kept right on shooting cum.

So it was as he barely got back into Corianne than he started 
ejaculating.  While I couldn't see his sperm erupting from the end of his 
cock, I’d certainly been on the receiving end enough times to know what 
she must be feeling at that moment.  Not only was a man mating her, but 
for the first time since their wedding it was not the man she had 
married.  I remembered the first time Steve and I swapped after our vows.  
Sure in my case it wasn't nearly as dramatic as it must be for Corianne, 
but there was still that inner revelation that it was something you could 
never take back or forget.  No matter what happened to their marriage 
after this, Corianne would always have to live with the knowledge that 
she’d had sex with another man besides her husband.

Corianne felt forward onto the pillows in front of her as Steve remained 
coupled and feel forward as well onto her back, pinning her to the bed as 
if she was a butterfly with a pin driven through her abdomen except in 
this case while the “pin” was steel hard, it wasn't made of metal.

I moved over, putting laying on my side so I was pressed up against them 
both, pushing the hair out of her eyes so she could see me - if she ever 
chose to open her eyes again.  Finally I caught her squinting out at me, 
a smile on her face.  Steve groaned and rolled over his back, his 
dwindling cock flopping over after its recent workout. 

Turning back to ken, I sat up in bed and laid back against Corianne’s 
freshly fucked nude body.

“I think she liked it, what do you think Ken?”

“Yep, she sure did,” he said almost like he was proud of her.

Yet again I felt this odd feeling... something wasn't kosher.  Based on 
what I’d heard, Ken was suppose to be grief-stricken or at least jealous 
enough to show him the error in his ways.  Instead, he seemed more happy 
than he had the whole time we’d been together.

“You guys did a great job,” he said to me, smiling and nodding his head, 
“Couldn't have asked for things to work out better.”

“Huh?” was the most philosophical response I could muster.  Where was he 
going with all this.  Even before he spoke I think I had it figured out.  
Damn, what a ruse!

Ken stood up and gestured to us to get off the bed.

“Thanks guys, I think you can go now.  Corianne and I have a few things 
to work out now.”

Steve was becoming more alert as the blood returned to his big head.  He 
looked at me questioningly but I told him just to get dressed and I’d 
explain it all to him on the way home.

Ken was already undressing before we were ready to go.  I turned to him 
and held out my hand.

“Congratulations... I think,” I said shaking my head, “Just one 
question...”

Ken stopped what he was doing and just nodded.

“There was no therapist, was there?”

Ken looked over at Corianne to check that she was still more or less out 
of it before replying and even then it was barely loud enough for him to 
whisper in my ear.

“Does it matter?  SHE thinks there was.”

Steve didn't hear what we were saying and so he started to move over 
closer but I just turned and motioned for him to leave with me following 
behind.  I closed the door but as I did, the last thing I saw was Ken 
stripped naked, crawling in bed with his wife.  OK, so he wasn’t a hunk 
but the way I felt right now I’d of fucked him!

Steve was pestering me in the elevator and then all the way to his truck 
as he tried to get the full story out of me but I waited until we were on 
our way home before I said anything.  Even then I wasn’t about to lay it 
out for him like a book,.  Some things would finally sink in eventually.

In a villainous sort of way I had to admire Ken.  After enjoying an 
intern and then getting caught, someone he had managed to manipulate his 
wife into learning about a change in lifestyle that I assumed he’d been 
unsuccessful in coveting her up until now.  So now who REALLY had the 
leverage?  It certainly wasn't going to be Corianne, not the way she so 
easily took to everything we threw at her. Then again, maybe those 
desires had been just under the surface for her as well and she just 
needed someone to help bring them up and out of her.

Now that the genie was out of the bottle, would it ever return?


Chapter 6 Hugh and Naomi - Foursome
===================================

As I mentioned earlier my preference for swapping is to meet to get to 
know each other and then split off, preferably for the entire evening.  
To just have sex and then jump out of bed to go back to your husband or 
wife seems to take the air out of things, ruining the impact as it makes 
me feel like I was doing something wrong instead of becoming an emotional 
and heartfelt event to treasure later.  Even THAT is assuming you split 
off to separate rooms or homes.

So what happens when you don’t?

Well, the answer isn’t all that hard to figure out.  We only did this 
once and then only because I didn't know that was the plan beforehand or 
we wouldn't have accepted the invitation.  It’s not that I didn't enjoy 
myself - quite the opposite.  It just isn’t what I look for when we do 
this sort of thing.  I’d rather keep this type of sex more between family 
and friends.  It’s like being at a sex party but only one other couple 
shows up.  If I’m going to be with multiple partners in multiple 
combinations, then there need to be more people involved to get the most 
out of it.  The way I see it, a straight sex foursome is like playing 
poker with only two people at the table.

Like I started to say, Hugh and Naomi were a great couple. A few years 
older than use, they already had three kids - two girls as bookends with 
a boy in between.  The oldest was just starting kindergarten so they were 
all left with a babysitter while we got together at a local hotel just 
for the evening (another strike but that’s another subject). 

Steve still swears to me that he hadn't realized that Hugh was only 
making reservations for one room but sometimes I know my hubby likes to 
surprise me only this time it wasn't a good one.  Personally, I think he 
knew the story all along but he knew what my response would be so he 
waited until it was too late to back out before spilling the beans.

Take two married couples close to the same age, put them in a hotel room 
with a king-sized bed, mix well and then what do I really have to say?  
Add in a few pertinent facts like ONE of the girls (if you know me then 
you know which one) allowed anal sex.  Also, ONE of the men (again, if 
you know Steve then you know which one) was bisexual.  Finally, BOTH 
girls were bisexual so there’s no mistaking identities there.   Stir well 
and I’m sure you can imagine the outcome probably better than I can 
explain.

We only had a few hours thanks to the babysitter situation and the 
distances between us so there really was not much time for sitting back 
and talking or getting to know one another - at least from other than a 
physical standpoint. It was pretty much a meet and greet in the hotel 
lobby then straight to the room and directly to bed - do not pass GO, do 
not collect $200. 

Alright... a few of the highlights for me.  As I said, it wasn't as if I 
didn't enjoy myself, it just wasn't what I’d of done if I’d been given 
the option of something else at the same time...

We agreed from the start that all cum had to be directed at the other 
wife, regardless of how it was encouraged.  So if her husband was fucking 
me, then it was easy but even if Hugh was fucking Naomi or she was 
sucking his cock, then he had to make sure that he moved quick enough to 
give it to me either orally or vaginally.  Steve was under the same 
constraint only he had a third option - her ass.  It may seem like a 
silly rule but it led to a few interesting contortions at times.

Another “rule” established up front was that the guys were in charge and 
that the women had to do whatever they were told - within limits.  Of 
course I made sure the “no anal” rule was in effect, at least for me as 
Naomi wanted it for herself.

We discussed condoms at the outset.  We all quickly agreed that none of 
us liked them yet given our sexual histories, should we use them?  Given 
neither couple had been with anyone outside the group in the past few 
months we agreed that our recent tests covered us.  Interestingly, that’s 
not a subject that gets raise often and I was worried at first that they 
were going to insist on using them.  It’s not that it makes all that much 
difference to me WHILE he is fucking me although I can understand why men 
don’t like insulating their dicks during sex.  Then again, I hate them 
because they deprive me of his cum which is now something the guy could 
probably care less about, at least physically.  Not only that but dealing 
with used condoms is sort of gross.

If I had to guess, I would say that 60% of the time was just 1-1 sex 
between couples with maybe 80% of that swapping while the other 20% was 
doing your own spouse.  Of the remaining 40% of the time, It was probably 
30% girl-girl with guys watching, 9% threesomes with me and name 
switching off with the two husbands. 

The remaining 1% was something I’d never seen before and probably never 
will again - Steve getting sucked off by Hugh.  In all fairness to Steve 
and his hang-ups with homosexuality, he didn't “give in” to temptation or 
compromise his position on gay sex - Hugh tricked him.  I was sitting on 
my husband’s face while Naomi was supposedly sucking him off when I 
realized to my fascination and horror that Hugh was taking the pace of 
his wife and sucking Steve’s cock.  By then Naomi had him almost ready to 
cum so it only took maybe another minute for Steve to cum - right in 
Hugh’s mouth.  He backed off and THEN I got off Steve’s face so he really 
didn't know that it wasn't Naomi that had made him cum. That is, he 
didn't know until Steve started to thank Naomi and she pointed to her 
grinning husband who opened his mouth to show him Steve’s cum still 
coating his tongue.

For a moment I thought Steve might do something drastic and I was even a 
little scared at first but I was proud of him when he backed off and took 
it all in stride - but with a VERY stern warning to Hugh that anything 
more along those lines would not be tolerated, whatever THAT meant.  
Later in the car he made me swear NEVER to tell anyone but he should have 
known better than that, LOL.


Chapter 7 Derek and Amber - Stepfather’s Lust
=============================================

Derek and Amber were also a unique couple in that this was the second 
marriage for both of them and each had kids from the previous marriage.  
Derek was forty years old with a son and daughter in high school with the 
son a Senior and his daughter a sophomore.  At 44, Amber was older than 
Derek but must have started her family later as her daughter was just in 
eighth grade.

While Steve and Derek had been working out the arrangements, Derek and 
confided to Steve that we would be the third couple they’d swapped with 
but the previous two times hadn’t gone all that well.  This time was 
either going to work for them or it was “three strikes and you’re out”.  
That was all he had said so at first we were a little concerned as to 
whether or not to accept their invitation.  Until we actually set up a 
meeting place and time, no personal details were exchanged so we could 
back out from the deal at any time without any repercussions.

It was Steve that pushed for us to meet with them.  He figured we could 
bring things out in the open during dinner or whatever was worked out as 
a prelude and then make a final decision.  After seeing their profile, I 
knew what was REALLY driving his decision.  Amber could have passed for 
the twin sister of Bree on “Desperate Housewives”, red hair and all.

Steve has always had this thing for redheads - “natural redheads” in his 
words.  Something about a red bush got his motor running!  Of course if 
the girl shaved then there was no telling what was missing but at Amber’s 
age odds were she was still hairy down there to some degree.  I know my 
mom and her sister, both close to Amber’s age, trimmed a bit but 
otherwise preferred the “au natural” look.  Not to mention the ease in 
maintenance compared to keeping it shaved.

Another thing I noticed in their profile - no family photos, just the two 
of them. One the one hand it didn't surprise me, 99.9% of married couples 
did the same but it also told me they weren’t advertising any other 
possibilities which relieved me.  I was looking for as simple swap with 
no dramatics so keeping the kids out of it, even at their somewhat older 
ages, was just fine with me.

Rather than meet for dinner, Derek suggested a local bar which, like many 
Pittsburgh drinking establishments, also included a small menu and eating 
area.  It was on the South Side near the river and we’d been there before 
so it was easy to come to an agreement.  It wasn’t a “bar” in the sense 
of a smoke-filled dark biker joint.  In fact, it was a fun place to 
gather and have a drink with a light sandwich or appetizer.  One thing 
that stood out was rather than sporting a collection of cut-off ties as 
some places do, this one specialized in hanging bras from the ceiling 
taken from those women who made the mistake of wearing one inside.

Another thing I recalled, less favorably, was the bar itself which dated 
back a hundred years back to the steel mill days.  At the foot of the bar 
ran a copper lined trough under the brass foot rail.  The first time I 
was there I naively asked what it was for and it was explained to me in 
more detail than necessary that in the old days the place would be 
crammed after work and getting a place at the bar was coveted. If you 
left to use the restroom - which was inevitable given the amount of beer 
men “rent”.  To do so would lose his spot so the trough was essentially a 
urinal!  Thankfully these days it’s just for memorabilia purposes!

I chose to wear one of my “little black dresses” of which I kept a small 
collection in my closet.  This one was not my most risqué by any means 
but it still did a nice job of showing off my cleavage especially.  It 
was cut so low down the middle that let’s just say there would be no 
questions as to whether or not I was wearing a bra - which of course I 
wasn't.  

Steve and I arrived first and found a table off to the side.  There was 
no such things as a “private” table considering how tight everything was 
packed in but it did afford a better spot than most of the others.  Once 
we were seated Steve helped me with my coat.  Our waiter was a guy which 
pleased me, especially the way he made no effort to hide his interest in 
my boobs.

“I see you know about our dress code,” he said with a smile, nodding at 
my cleavage.

I just smiled and Steve had his own self-satisfying grin, reveling in the 
interest the waiter was showing in his wife.   Yeah, the waiter could 
look but Steve was the one I’d be sleeping with later.  Then again, not 
tonight I suppose!

Derek and Amber arrived shortly after and I’m not sure who was more 
turned on, me or Steve.  Amber was every bit the redhead her profile 
photo had promised.  Not so bright as to appear fake but more auburn and 
natural.  The rest of her wasn’t too shabby either, especially for a 
woman in her mid-forties.  Like me, she had chosen a black dress but 
while hers covered more of her large boobs, it was cut so short that I 
wondered at first if she planned on sitting down!

Our waiter was back promptly and he smiled as he took in Amber’s ample 
bosom.  I was guessing a D cup, maybe even DD.  Obviously a boob man as 
he barely even acknowledged her incredible legs that were shown off to 
their full advantage when she took a seat and crossed them under the 
table.  Amber was wearing heels but even without them she would’ve 
towered over me but her legs seemed almost unnaturally long in proportion 
to her body. 

“Ummmmm, ma’am,” the waiter said as he put down the drink napkins for 
them, “It’s our policy that no bras are allowed so if you wouldn't 
mind...” and with that he pointed up at the ceiling where hundreds of 
other girls had contributed before her.

Obviously neither of them had been here before, at least not Amber and I 
was starting to get suspicious of Derek as he didn’t seem any too 
shocked.  Heck, if anything he was winking back and forth with Steve.  I 
smelled a setup but Amber went along without complaining.

“Well, it would’ve nice had someone TOLD me about this before I wore on 
of my better bras,” she said teasingly toward her husband.  

I expected her to excuse herself to the restroom for a moment but not 
Amber.  Whether it was just her or she was trying to make an impression 
on us, she turned her back to Steve and said, “Would you like to do the 
honors Steve?”

All three men were enjoying this already as I just sat back and watched 
the spectacle.  Steve reached down the back of her dress and unhooked her 
bra.  She then reached down the front and pulled it up and over her 
boobs, then through one arm and then the other.  Tugging at her dress to 
arrange her boobs back in place, I was impressed that without the bra her 
boobs didn't sag nearly as much as I would have expected which made me 
suspect implants.  Oh well, I was sure Steve would find out soon enough 
for himself and fill me in later.

Amber held out her black bra which the waiter took and hung up over our 
table.  From the quick look I got it didn't look like all that expensive 
which made me wonder if this wasn’t prearranged.  I guess one way or the 
other, did it matter?  The only question I had now was whether or not she 
was wearing panties!  As high as her dress rode up there were no signs 
but that could just as easily mean a thong so again, I would have to wait 
for Steve to inform me.

With the formalities over, we each ordered a drink - the guys had a beer 
while Amber and I each chose wine - me white and her a red.  I was going 
to say something about red wine for redheads and white wine for blondes 
but the more I thought about it the sillier it sounded so I kept quiet.

We’d all read each other’s profiles so it wasn't like we were starting 
from scratch in terms of knowing about each other.  Still, that was just 
the stuff they posted in their profile.  What was always more interesting 
was the stuff that people left out...

Amber seemed to be the talker of the two of them and she led off with, 
“So tell me Kelly, how many other husbands have you been with since you 
guys got married?”

It was a little more direct than I’d expected, especially for the opening 
question so I took a minute to answer during which she quipped, “THAT 
many?” and everyone laughed which helped to break the ice a little.

“Derek will be number twelve,” I answered to which Amber’s eyebrows 
raised a bit.

“And you just got married last August?” she returned, “Guess you guys 
have been busy.”

Rather than answer, I replied with a question of my own, basically asking 
her the same thing even though I knew the answer but I wanted to use it 
to lead into another question.

“Steve’s number three for me,” she said, reaching over to put her hand 
over his and squeezing it gently.

“So how did the other two go?” I asked, even though Steve gave me a 
warning look that meant I shouldn’t push the issue.

Amber frowned and sat back in her chair with her back straight.  “Well to 
be perfectly honest, not so well.”  We all just sat there looking at her 
so she huffed a little adding, “So I suppose you want to know why.”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.  She was right of course.

“Well, maybe it will help so we don't repeat anything,” she mumbled to 
her husband, “OK, quick and dirty... Couple #1 was their first time and 
they felt so guilty that we didn't even finish before they went home.  
Couple #2 was more concerned about me and her getting it on and it turned 
out the husband was more interested in Derek than me.”

Whoa, no wonder they weren’t so happy!  Then again, I was afraid it would 
be something more complicated.  Heck, these were easy to address.

Steve and I looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.  He nodded 
at me so I took the ball.

“Well I can assure you first of all, there’s no guilt here,” I started 
out, “If anything Steve loves me to be with other guys and so far as I’m 
concerned, whatever he wants is OK with me.”

Amber and Derek smiled at that so I continued, “As for the other, while I 
wouldn’t mind a little playtime if you were interested, that’s not why we 
swap and trust me on one thing... Steve hasn’t got a gay bone in his 
body!”

At that Steve murmured his agreement and this time it was Derek who 
sighed rather melodramatically at the good news.  I looked at Amber 
expectantly but she just gave me a wry smile and shook her head almost 
imperceptibly but the answer clear - boy-girl only.  Actually I was more 
than happy with it.  I’d only mentioned it to see how she would react.

Steve was the next to speak up saying, “So did you guys swap in your 
previous marriages?”

Derek answered, as if since the girls had answered each other then it was 
the guys who responded to the guys.

“No, neither one of us.  I was only married for four years so I was 
single for quite a while with the kids living with their mom.  Then I met 
Amber...”

Amber picked it up from there with, “What Derek failed to include was 
that I was married at the time.  Sort of goes without saying it wasn't a 
good marriage.  I divorced the cheating jerk six months ago and we has a 
quick ceremony as soon as the papers were signed.”

“So why this?” I asked.

“The two of them looked at each other as if debating who should answer.  
I expected Amber to be the one but Derek replied with, “Why not?  We both 
had rather sexless first marriages, barely enough for two kids for my 
part, so we thought we’d see what it was like to be more adventurous.  We 
just didn't realize how crazy it could be.”

“So how did you find out about the group?” I asked, curious as to how 
that happened.

Amber was the one this time to answer... “It was just pure luck.  You’re 
the first ones we’ve met since joining - the other two we met on-line.  I 
was telling one of my friends about how horrible they had gone and it 
turns out she was a member so she recommended us.”

Derek cut in with, “I have to say though, if I’d known what it was going 
to take I don’t know if we would have applied.”

We all laughed a little at that.  I knew what she was talking about.  All 
the background checks, interviews, and such were daunting.

Steve coughed a bit trying not to laugh too loudly and then said, “The 
background stuff and all wasn't so bad but I couldn't believe it when 
they insisted on the video.”

Derek nodded his head vigorously at that. “Yeah, all I can say is I hope 
they never get raided.  I’d never done it in front of a camera before.  
Shit, I almost couldn't get it up!”

Amber leaned forward so we could hear her in a more soft tone say, “You 
guys don't have kids so I guess they didn't ask but can you believe they 
asked us if we wanted to do a video with our children?  I mean, who would 
ever do such a thing in the first place and then to do it in front of 
total strangers with a video cam going?  I was about ready to call it all 
quits right there and then if they hadn't back off so quickly.”

Steve and I exchanged glances.  At this point the last thing I was going 
to tell her was that Steve and I had done such a video, albeit with 
another family but it was a requirement that anyone involved in the 
family parties had to prove that they weren’t some sort of spy by 
engaging in sex with underage kids and having it filmed so they wouldn't 
say anything to anyone later.  It was obvious that they weren’t 
interested in incest or underage sex, well at least not Amber.

“Yeah, I suppose they get all kinds,” I commiserated with her.

Amber seemed to shiver and replied, “Sorry, it just grosses me out to 
even think about doing anything like that with our kids.”

Oh yeah, now I was REALLY going to keep things under wraps, LOL.

Because of their kids we had reserved hotel rooms at the Sheraton on the 
riverfront which was a short drive away.  Surprisingly we rode as 
couples, each with our own spouse.  Usually for me the ride to wherever 
we’re going to do it is a good opportunity to break the ice with a 
blowjob or even just some masturbation to get things started.

At the hotel we checked in as married couples but once in the elevator I 
left Steve and gently pushed Amber away from Derek.

“He’s mine for the rest of the night now,” I informed her with a smile, 
pushing myself up against her husband.

Steve reached out and took Amber’s hand, guiding her over to him where he 
leaned towards her and kissed her on the mouth. She didn't resist and by 
the time we reached our floor he already had his hands over her boobs.  
As for me and Derek, I went straight for the crotch, tugging up on him as 
we watched our spouses making out.

Our rooms were on opposite sides of the hallway.  I left Derek for a 
moment and moved over to give Steve a kiss, whispering to him, “Enjoy 
yourself.”  Steve just grinned and gave my ass a squeeze after which I 
went into the other room that Derek had just opened without a look back.

Confident that my husband was set for the night, I turned my attention to 
Derek and my own needs.  As for him, he seemed a bit nervous so I knew it 
would be up to me to get things rolling.  Any number of options came to 
mind but given his current reaction and past history I thought a more 
subtle approach would be best.

Thus for the first half hour or so, I didn’t even undress or touch his 
dick as we made out on the couch in the room.  He fondled me of course 
but only over my dress or what was exposed of my legs.  It sort of 
reminded me of a high school date!  Actually, that was the way I was 
treating this - as if he was a nervous young teenage boy about to get 
laid for the first time.

It worked.  By the time we got in bed naked with each other any 
trepidation on his part was over and for the next couple of hours we had 
some great sex.  There wasn’t a moment of hesitation when he got on top 
of me to fuck me the first time and as he slipped into my soaking wet 
pussy I couldn't help but wonder how long it had taken Steve to get his 
in Amber... and was she really a redhead?

Surprisingly, Derek ended up cumming a total of three times if you count 
the morning sex.  The first time was so quick I think he was a little 
embarrassed and it took me a while to get him hard again but I actually 
enjoy that sort of thing.  It’s different to suck a guy when he’s flaccid 
and then to feel him slowly rise back to full glory again while inside my 
mouth is incredibly erotic for me.

Honestly, other than the fact it was our first divorce couple swap, it 
wasn’t all that much unique based on the sex alone.  Yeah, Derek knew how 
to fuck a girl and I came several times during the night so I wasn’t 
about to complain because he wasn't kinky or had any weird fetishes.  
Thankfully he didn't even try to go for my ass, at least not my asshole 
although he DID seem to enjoy holding my butt whenever he had the chance.

As I said, what made it interesting for me wasn’t the sex per se but what 
Derek told me DURING sex.  It was after he had cum for the first time and 
after I’d sucked him back to an erection again and he was spooning me 
from behind.  He was moving slow, probably so he would last longer this 
time, and I was lying there with my head on his arm as I relished the 
feel of his dick as her pushed it in and then pulled it out again over 
and over again, like some sort of jackhammer set on slow speed.

“What did you think about what Amber said about the kids,” he whispered 
in a husky voice into me ear as he fucked me.

Wow, now THERE was a leading question if I ever heard one.  It wasn't 
hard to read into what he asked, even if it was just one simple question.  
Without answering I was willing to bet a paycheck that Derek wanted to 
fuck their daughters.  The question was more did he want hers, his, or 
both?  I decided not to play the games as it was hard enough to 
concentrate on anything except my pussy at the moment.

“So which one turns you on... hers or yours?” I replied.

Derek groaned and thrust himself in me a little bit harder this time so I 
knew he was turned on.

“Oh god... both of them,” he moaned as he thrust himself deep inside of 
me and then held himself there with the base of his dick thrust up 
against my pussy.

“I’ve wanted Lindsey since she got her tits,” he continued and he ground 
his dick in me, “When I pick her up she’s always wearing these 
outrageously revealing outfits... god she looks so hot.  I think her 
mother has her wear them just to tease me.”

“And Amber’s daughter?”

“She’s only thirteen but she’s already got tits,” Derek said, apparently 
so horny now he wasn’t even thinking about what he as saying,  “She runs 
around in her panties and T-shirts and I know she knows I’m looking the 
little cockteaser.”

“But I take it Amber wouldn't understand?”

Derek groaned as he started thrusting into me again, “Fuck... she’d KILL 
me if she caught me.”

Now that was an interesting remark.  Enough so that I wanted to hear more 
so I wiggled away from him even though it meant allowing his dick to drop 
out of me for a moment.  He appeared surprised but then I rolled him on 
his back and mounted him, facing him as I working myself on his dick.  
This was better as now I could look him in the eyes as he talked.

“So what have you done that she would kill you if she knew?” I asked as I 
rocked on his cock.

“I set up a web cam in her room... she’ll never find it... I set it be 
able to record whenever I wanted.”

“Do you masturbate watching her?” I asked as I sat down onto his cock, 
driving it deep inside of me as I wiggled my butt to work it in tight 
little circles inside of me.

“Yeah... I use her panties... Amber would KILL me,” he gasped as I 
squeezed down on his cock with my pussy.

“You want to fuck her, don't you?” I teased him, “What’s her name?”

“Patricia... she HATES to be called Pat or, god forbid, Patty.”

I leaned over, drawing his dick out of me until just the head remained 
and then leaned back again to drive him in.  Then I leaned forward again 
but keeping my ass down so he would stay in me as I dangled my boobs over 
his face and outstretched tongue.  Without moving anything else, I lifted 
and dropped my ass to stroke him in and out of me while meeting his eyes 
with mine the entire time.

“Soooooo... what do you want to do to Patricia, eh Derek?”

Derek groaned as I worked my pussy on his dick.  “I want to fuck her... 
GOD I want to fuck her so bad.  I want to be her first... teach her 
everything.”

“What about Amber?”

“I want her to be there too... licking Patricia, getting her ready for me 
and then helping me into her for the first time.”

Wow, he had some serious fantasies going.  Too bad Amber didn't know 
about them.  Then again, from what I could tell about her feelings about 
her daughter maybe it was a good thing she didn’t!

It was fun egging him on, using my pussy to drive his dick crazy and my 
words to draw out his inner feelings and lust. 

“I bet you’d love to watch Patricia and Lindsey together... with Amber 
too... right?”

That one really drew a loud groan from Derek and even though he didn't 
answer I knew I’d hit the mother lode of his fantasy world.

He came soon afterwards and I had to wonder if in his mind he wasn't 
fucking one of their daughters more so than me.  Oh well, it didn't 
really matter as I all I cared about was getting fucked and the more he 
was turned on the better he fucked me.

The next morning after we had sex again and showered, as we dressed Derek 
asked me to be sure not to say anything about Amber so far as his 
thoughts about their girls. I wondered if perhaps he was regretting what 
he had told me now but I assured him that he had nothing to worry about.   
Whatever we’d done, Amber would only know what he told her.

Derek seemed relieved at that and started to say something about getting 
together again, maybe just the two of us but I cut him off quickly.  
Yeah, I enjoyed the sex but I didn't want to get involved in a family 
situation that was so potentially volatile.  Besides, Steve and I had a 
pact that we wouldn’t swap twice with the same couple and no “follow-up” 
sex with either partner but I didn't tell Derek that.

While we had agreed to meet “for breakfast”, in reality we just met in 
the lounge and each of us went our separate ways.  I couldn't help but 
wonder if Derek wasn’t anxious to avoid any possibility of me spilling 
the beans to Amber.

On the way home I told Steve about Derek’s feelings for their daughters 
and he seemed to think it was funny so I asked him to explain why.

“Can’t say I blame him,” Steve started out with a big grin, “She showed 
me pics of all their kids and I can confirm that both girls are really 
HOT.”  He paused for a moment and looked at me with a sly grin, “I wonder 
if Derek would be interested in sharing?”

I punched him in the arm playfully.  Yep, that’s my husband!

THE END