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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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