Subject:     Rookies
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date:  March 16, 2013
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com

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Summary
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Do you remember the first time you swapped with another couple?  Then 
again, odds are you’re one of the vast majority that have never done in 
the first place so the question most likely isn’t relevant.  Putting that 
aside, in a manner of speaking it’s like asking someone if they remember 
losing their virginity.  

Taking it another step... do you remember the first time you TOOK 
someone’s virginity?  Is it even possible to forget?  I’d like to think 
that most people have had the chance to be at least person’s “first”.  
For some it may have been both of you at the same time.  In any case I 
find that there something special about knowing I’ll be a part of that 
person’s most intimate memories for the rest of their lives.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Marital Compromises
   Chapter 2 - Playing by the Rules
   Chapter 3 - The Setup
   Chapter 4 - Memories
   Chapter 5 - The Swap Video
   Chapter 6 - Dinner for Four
   Chapter 7 - Swapping


Chapter 1 - Marital Compromises
===============================

Steve and I were married the afternoon of August 27, 2011.  As I’d fully 
expected it was a day that brought about quite a few significant changes 
to my life.  Of course there was the whole marriage thing to absorb but 
I’m talking more about changes to my personal lifestyle and moral/ethical 
commitments.  If anyone had asked the day before my marriage, I would’ve 
told them I was completely prepared for marriage.  Oh to be so young and 
naïve again!

Not surprisingly for someone with my history, some of the biggest changes 
I was prepared for had to do with sex.  For as long as I’d been thinking 
about it my assumptions were that once I said my wedding vows that I’d 
remain loyal to my husband.  By that I meant that I wouldn’t have sex 
with anyone outside our families.  To put it in even more simplistic 
terms, I wouldn't commit adultery.  It’s not like there are THAT many men 
in my family that are into incest so I knew that limiting myself to 
having sex with only a few men was going to be a MAJOR adjustment.  At 
the same time it’s not like I wasn’t fully prepared - or at least thought 
I was.

It was during my teen years that my mom thoroughly indoctrinated me with 
regards to adultery.  Her view was pretty simple - adultery was a sin 
against God, a violation of the Ten Commandments.  Even if you could 
somehow put aside the religious issues (not a viable option for her but 
just to make a point), adultery was simply not something a “good” wife 
did.  In a manner not so different than a daughter with respect to her 
father, a wife must submit to her husband and give herself only to his 
family (which was now joined with hers through their marriage).

While these limitation may seem rather draconian, one thing to keep in 
mind is that my mom’s definition of adultery was also a bit more liberal 
than most people’s.  She defined adultery as “sex outside your family” 
where “family” included members on both sides of the wedding aisle out to 
and including first cousins, nieces and nephews.  She also used the 
legalistic definition of “sex” which limited it to penetration of a 
female vagina by a male penis (doesn't matter how much, even the tip of 
his dick counts).  Technically that left groping, grinding and other such 
activities on the table, even blowjobs although my mom never took 
advantage of this rather significant “loophole”.  It was the principle 
that mattered to her and parsing the wording wasn’t an excuse to violate 
the intention of scripture.

So what did all this mean to me in terms of how my life would change 
after I was married?  Not committing adultery meant NOT going out to 
parties and enjoying myself with whoever was available just for the fun 
of it.  It meant I could no longer go out alone and spend an evening with 
a married man who was cheating on his wife for the very first time.  It 
even meant no swapping even if the other couple were close friends.  
While some might consider all this as a significant and harsh sacrifice, 
not me.  I loved Steve unconditionally and I was more than willing to 
submit myself fully to my new husband, regardless of the consequences and 
hardships it imposed.

With all those years of preparation you can imagine what a surprise it 
was to me when shortly after our betrothal Steve told me that he wasn't 
ready to put aside the sexual freedoms of being single.  It was less than 
two weeks after our incredible honeymoon when he told me that we were 
going to swap with another couple.  Wow, you can imagine what a shock 
that was to me!  Note he didn't ASK me... not, he TOLD me.

As I mentioned to some degree before, I consider Steve to be the head of 
our household and as such I freely submit to his authority as dictated by 
my Christian beliefs.  PLEASE, I don't mean in any way that being 
submissive means that I’m subordinate to him or otherwise giving in to  
his every whim.  I don't go barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen as his 
personal slave.  Indeed, the concept of true biblical marital submission 
has been terribly twisted by perverted men as a means to put women “in 
their place” whereas the true scriptural directions promote nothing of 
the kind.  It’s a complicated topic and I even wrote an article that’s 
posted in my diary about the true meaning of submission for anyone really 
interested in such things.

In any case, the bottom line is that Steve wanted to swap with other 
married couple so either I had to accept his direction or not.  Knowing 
how much Steve loved me I suppose that if I HAD chosen to oppose him that 
he would’ve dealt with it but at the same time I think that would also 
have put a wedge into our new marriage that might never get removed.

So I had to find a way to submit to my husband yet remain true to myself 
and my own beliefs and ethics.  After much consideration and a LOT of 
prayer, I came to the conclusion that if my mom could define adultery to 
suit her situation then why couldn’t I?  Thus I revised her definition 
slightly by adding, “...without the consent of your spouse.”  I mean like 
if Steve was OK with me having sex with other men (actually he was more 
than OK - he WANTED to watch me), then how can that be considered a bad 
thing, let alone adultery?  

Essentially now that I’m married I’ve taken the stance that it’s a 
person’s INTENT more so than their actions that determine whether or not 
adultery is being committed.  At its core adultery would be me cheating 
on my husband, not simply having sex with someone else.  Cheating is a 
state of mind, not an action.

Now that we were married and had come to an agreement on the adultery 
thing, there were basically two options when it came to us having sex 
with other people.  We could either go out on our own alone or do it 
together - in other words a traditional swap.  Interestingly, while I 
enjoy swapping with other married couples I find that I prefer to spend 
most of the time in separate rooms rather than having something like a 
mini orgy.  It’s sort of the best of both worlds for me in that I’m doing 
something in conjunction with my husband yet at the same time enjoying 
the intimacy of being alone with another man.

Some people talk about swapping like you just go out and start talking to 
another couple and bang, you all head for the bedroom and have glorious 
unrestrained sex.  Yeah sure, maybe such things happen in porn movies and 
stories.  Well, I suppose maybe that MIGHT happen in real life if you’re 
really lucky but in my experience nothing works quite that easily.  
Anyone who just goes out to a club looking to swap had better be prepared 
to be mugged, raped or who knows what else - even blackmailed.


Chapter 2 - Playing by the Rules 
================================

Let me make one thing straight up front - Steve and I don't NEED to swap 
for sexual fulfillment.  Indeed, we’re both quite happy with the sex life 
we share.  So if that’s the case, then why bother swapping at all?  
Indeed, swapping is fraught with all sorts of risks - real and imagined.  
At the start my biggest fear about swapping was how to meet people 
without taking a huge gamble.  Just as I’d never agreed to meet anyone I 
met in-line, I felt the same when it came to other couples and swapping.  

Fortunately my Aunt Linda was there to offer us help through a group to 
which she belonged for years where swapping was much more secure and 
safe.  It didn't hurt that she was a senior member as well.

After her divorce twenty-some years ago my Aunt Linda could have gone out 
on her own and played the club scene.  Instead, she chose to become 
heavily involved in a relatively small local group that enables sexual 
exchanges between like-minded adults and their families.  Think of it as 
like one of those companies that arranges for Time Share swaps.  The only 
difficult thing, if you can call it that, is that you have to be a member 
and fully checked out before getting involved with anyone.  Gaining 
membership to such an exclusive organization meant playing by the rules.  
This wasn’t an option - it was a firm, nonnegotiable requirement.

So how do you becoming a member of such a tight-knit community?  Well, it 
certainly isn’t like joining FaceBook.  First, you can’t even ask to join 
- a current member has to recommend you.  Then there’s the vetting 
process which I would think makes getting a Top Secret security clearance 
look easy.

The first decision a couple has to make is which level of group 
membership they desire.  I mention “couple” because ONLY married couples 
are allowed as members and BOTH husband and wife have to participate.

   Level One: For couples who only want to swap with other adult couples.
              This is the simplest and easiest membership level as really
              the only thing to be concerned about it personal privacy.  

   Level Two: For families and the requirements for membership are
              exponentially higher for obvious reasons.   

The initial qualifications even to apply for level two are quite 
stringent.  First, EVERYONE in the family actively must participate - no 
lurkers.  Since the acceptable age range for kids is generally eleven to 
seventeen, this puts a severe restraint on larger families.  By the time 
the youngest meets the minimum cut-off age, the oldest is pushing the top 
end.  The more kids they have, the fewer years they are “in the window”.

Also, the group’s charter is to promote heterosexual family sex between 
adults and kids.  Other fetishes such as incest, swapping, bestiality, 
BSDM, etc. are strictly off0limits.  What gets done at home doesn’t 
matter.  Sort of the classic “don't ask, don't tell” rules.  For 
instance, at the family parties there’s no incest allowed and all sexual 
activities must be between an adult and A kid - no adult swapping or sex 
between kids.  Again, do it at home if that’s what you’re into.  

Also, as not everyone’s comfortable with bisexual sex it’s not allowed 
either.  Finally, everyone is expected to participate at some point with 
at least one partner - no bystanders just watching the goings on.

Once a couple is recommended (they MUST be married to join, NOT JUST 
FRIENDS) and it’s agreed that they’re potential candidate for the 
appropriate membership level based on the rules I just described, the 
process starts...

Step 1 - Questionnaires For Each Person
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As simple as this step may be, from what I hear people have dropped out 
the moment they see how detailed and in-depth it is, not to mention 
personal.  Plus, it’s not just a bunch of multiple choice boxes but 
instead is almost entirely essay.  The expectation is that the applicants 
will be forthcoming and detailed in their responses.  At the top of the 
questionnaire is a bold-faced warning that there will be no follow-up 
questions or opportunities to revise your answers once submitted.  EVERY 
question must be answered satisfactorily the first time or both 
applicants are rejected with no chance to reapply ever again.

Step 2 - Financial/Criminal Record Review
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Next are though reviews of financial and criminal records.  It’s amazing 
at how much information about you is available on-line to anyone willing 
to fork out a few dollars.  Again, the idea is to make sure that they 
don’t have other issues which could cause them to have problems that 
might lead to discovery of their group activities.

Step 3 - References
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Assuming the questionnaire is OK, then personal references are required.  
These can be anyone, even a local pastor.  Nothing sexual is asked and no 
hint is made of the true purpose of the reference.  The idea is to see if 
the applicants are decent citizens in the eyes of their neighbors and 
friends.  If someone runs into problems due to other things they are 
involved in then that cause others to delve into other areas of their 
life - such as the group.

Step 4 - Interview
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Provided everything to this point has cleared then a personal interview 
with a senior member (such as my Aunt Linda) is arranged.  Everything has 
to go smoothly without a hitch.  Like the written questions, ANY 
perceived attempt to hold back information is cause for immediate 
rejection of an application.  It’s all up to the opinion of the 
interviewer and I know my aunt is ruthless.  Even the slightest 
hesitation or conflicting response is enough to end the interview on the 
spot.  It’s little wonder that less than 25% of the original applicants 
make it past this point.

Step 5 - The Video
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It’s the security of the group that makes it so popular with its members. 
Sure there’s the vague hints about personal retribution, including 
physical harm, if anyone ever breaks their word about secrecy.  Still, if 
the purpose is to expose the group then none of that matters.  Thus one 
final step is required before membership is bestowed - the video.  In my 
opinion the video is the best security device ever invented!

Theoretically even with all the barriers that had to be overcome so far, 
someone could still infiltrate the group if they worked hard enough 
beforehand to work up a good enough background story.  For example, an 
undercover cop may have a cover story all worked out with fake references 
and even financial records.  However, if the people trying to join ARE 
really undercover cops then they may talk a good game but they won’t 
actually DO anything, especially if it’s illegal, and especially if it’s 
all recorded on video.

All through the process the questionnaires and interviews are geared at 
the one of the two level you’re asking to join.  The same goes with the 
video.  Thus if you want to join at Level One, the swapping portion of 
the group, then you have to be willing to swap with another couple while 
everything is recorded on video.

If you want to have Level Two privileges, meaning you want to have sex 
with underage children, then you have to prove a few things more.  
Basically you have to demonstrate that you already have had sex with 
young kids - no “first timers”.  This is critical as anyone trying to 
infiltrate the group for less than honorable purposes could say they 
hadn't done it but wanted to and then never actually really do it before 
exposing everyone.

One of the quirks of the process is that while incest is not allowed 
during group activities, for purposes of the application you have to show 
that you are willing to have sex with your own kids.  It’s not the incest 
that is the concern but rather back to security issues again.  Nobody is 
going to allow a newcomer to have sex with their kids unless they prove 
it first with someone else's.  Well, that leaves it up to doing it with 
your own.

I found it interesting that a considerable number of people enjoy having 
sex with OTHER people’s kids but have no interest in doing it with their 
own.  However, rules are rules and if they want to enjoy the benefits of 
membership then they have to do it at least once - and be recorded doing 
it.  I’m told that there have been quite a few parents who have 
maintained that incest is wrong and dropped out of consideration.  
Really, is one time going to kill them?  Bottom line, there’s no better 
way to ensure that people keep quiet than to have proof on file that they 
have incest with their own kids.

Step 6 - Final Review
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Even if you do everything required and pass with flying colors, that 
still doesn’t mean you’re accepted as a member.  All of the videos are 
kept locked away except for a final review by senior group members who 
look for any signs of reluctance or coercion.  Shyness is to be expected 
but ANY sign that someone is doing something against their will is cause 
for rejection of their application, no matter what actually happened.  
This is especially true for the kids.  Nobody wants to bring harm to 
anyone, especially young kids, so if there is any indication that they 
might not be enjoying themselves and that they don’t WANT to do want 
they’re doing then the application is rejected. 


As I mentioned earlier, the theory behind the videos is that no 
undercover cop is going to allow themselves to be recorded having sex 
with their own daughter and trust me, after all the background checks 
they KNOW if it’s really your daughter or not as well as her real age.  
The same for an undercover journalist.  It’s sort of hard to publish an 
exposé on a sex ring if you’re an active participant.  

So say what you want about such an exhaustive application process but 
apparently it’s worked.  The group has been in operation for over thirty 
years with never a single incident or run-in with legal authorities.

Steve and I were referred by my Aunt Linda which is about as good a 
reference as you can get given her status and seniority within the group.  
The Level One swapping membership was a breeze to earn which would’ve 
been enough for me but Steve wanted to join in the family parties as 
well.

Normally we would’ve been denied access right up front to the Level Two 
family group because we don’t have kids of our own in the proper age 
bracket (generally eleven to sixteen although I think a very limited 
number of rare cases exceptions have been made at the lower end if they 
are exceptionally mature for their age.  Again, we were fortunate to have 
my Aunt Linda step up to the plate for her new nephew-in-law.  As I 
mentioned, personally I could’ve easily passed on this part but once 
Steve learned about it from my dad he had the same reaction I imagine 99% 
of all men.  Steve may not be like my dad in that he doesn’t have an 
overwhelming preference for younger girls but my husband IS a male human 
being and what guy would say no if offered the opportunity?

To reiterate, security is like the Star Trek “Prime Directive” when it 
comes to the group so swapping is still handled with care even after the 
vetting process until you’ve established a suitable reputation.  Although 
not nearly as complicated and exhaustive as the initial application 
process, arranging a swap still has its rules that must be followed:

Step 1 - Level 1 Profile Search
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When we want to meet with someone Steve first looks through the web site 
pages of “public” profiles.  They are public only in the manner that 
everyone in the group can see them at any time.  Using a customized 
search feature he finds another couple with the characteristics and 
interests we’re looking for.  The public profile is pretty vague - no 
photos, addresses, phone numbers or anything that could be used to 
identify someone.  

Step 2 - The Invitation
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Once a potential couple if found, Steve sends them a message through the 
site.  All this is kept within the site - no external e-mails or other 
potential security threats.

Step 3 - Level 2 Profiles
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Provided the couple we invite agrees to move on after viewing our public 
profile, we then give them access to the next level of our profile which 
shows photos and provides an on-line secure chat window.  Typically the 
photos are clothed although bikini shots and even sexy lingerie are 
encouraged.  Essentially nothing that FaceBook would censor.  If they 
like what they see, then they can open their next level to us as well.

Step 4 - Contact
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If we make it this far, the next step is to make contact by phone or 
webcam.  We keep one of those anonymous phones you get from Wal-Mart for 
such things.  An option at this point is to open your profile further to 
allow them to see nude photos and videos of yourself to “encourage” them 
to meet with you.  Some couple get quite revealing at this stage while 
others prefer to keep that in reserve until the first meeting.

Step 5 - Meet
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Finally, if everything works out then you arrange a time and place to 
meet - usually someplace public to start like a restaurant.  You can have 
all the security in place but it still never hurts to be careful!

Typically this process takes at least a week or two, sometimes even 
longer depending on how busy each couple is and how long it takes for 
them to respond to each phase.  However, it IS possible to short-circuit 
the process in special circumstances...


Chapter 3 - The Setup 
=====================

Unbeknownst to either Steve or me, my Aunt Linda had recently interviewed 
a new couple for Level One membership.  They’d passed all the steps so 
far and now were anxiously waiting for their video.  Although they had 
two teenagers (boy and younger girl), they weren’t involved with them 
sexually nor were they interested in doing so.  

Normally Level One membership is a shoe-in for anyone that is truly 
motivated and can pass the background checks.  The problem with this 
couple was that they’d never swapped before so they didn’t have another 
couple to bring in for their video.  Such a situation doesn’t happen very 
often as most people are fairly experienced for no other reason than 
usually the only way they even hear about the group is from another 
member.  Still, when it does come up occasionally there are contingency 
plans in place to deal with the situation without embarrassing the 
applicants.  This usually consists of asking an existing member couple to 
step in and help out.  Knowing me and Steve’s interest in new things and 
people (or at least my interest), my aunt had volunteered me and Steve to 
help out, even so far as making the arrangements.

“So you just told them we’d do it without even asking us first?” I asked 
my aunt incredulously when I heard the news.  She’d stopped by over at 
our apartment - something she almost never does so I knew even before she 
said a word that it had to be something “special”.

Aunt Linda shrugged and smiled answering, “Give me a freakin’ break 
Kelly, it’s not like you’re exactly overly picky about who you have sex 
with and anyways, I thought you’d enjoy them.  Besides, it’s not like you 
need to spend the evening with them.”

Then she looked at Steve who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat and 
added, “In any case I’m betting it’s over before you know it anyway - 
provide they even show up and go through with it.  The husband is the 
horny one - that’s obvious.  Steve, I’m telling ya, he won’t last five 
minutes with our little slut here.”

Both my husband and aunt laughed at that one and even I couldn't help but 
grin.  Odds were she was right.  More to the point - they better be 
right!

“Well, so tell us more about them,” Steve asked looking quite interested 
now.

“Well, they were recommended by the LaCroix family - you might remember 
them from the Christmas family party.  They were the ones with that 
ridiculously cute little redhead girl.”

Steve smiled - HE certainly remembered although I can't say she was 
ringing any bells yet for me.

“Ah yes... the natural redhead,” he sighed, “Her face looked really young 
but she was what, thirteen or fourteen?  God, I don't think I’d ever seen 
such a flaming red bush before.  Not much in the tit department yet but 
god she could suck like a vacuum cleaner!”

My aunt waved her hands, imploring him to stop and get back on track.   I 
agreed with her but at the same time I was starting to remember her 
myself after Steve had described her more.  I’d only gotten a glimpse of 
the girl when Steve was fucking her as I’d been distracted by someone 
else at the time.  

As I said, it’s not like I got a great view but now that he mentioned it 
I DID recall her fuzzy bright red pussy as he sank his stiff dick deep 
inside of it.  She didn't have to trim it yet - it was more like peach 
fuzz than a true bush.  I was surprised when Steve mentioned she was 
thirteen or fourteen as I’d of pegged her at being more like twelve 
myself, maybe even eleven, if it hadn't been for the amount of pubic hair 
on display.  As for her real age, it’s sort of an unwritten rule that 
people don't tell their ages, especially the kids, and sometimes it can 
be really difficult to correctly assess a girl’s age.

“So anyway, the LaCroix family is apparently their next-door neighbors,” 
my aunt continued on now without further disruption, “These guys are 
fairly new to the ‘Burgh and I guess when Patty LaCroix tried to hint a 
little to see what direction they were leaning towards it didn't sit well 
with Camille - especially so when she saw how her husband reacted.  I 
guess you can’t blame him for being interested but I suppose it would’ve 
helped had he not been so enthusiastic from the outset.”

That drew a laugh from both Steve and I.  

“Yeah, I suppose some women can't handle their husband showing an 
interest in another woman,” I said, giving Steve a playful punch in the 
arm.  At least he never had to worry about THAT with me.  While it might 
not turn me on all that much to watch, it certainly didn't bother me.  
After all, it was just sex and not like he was in love or anything.  In 
LUST - yes but not in LOVE.  THAT was reserved for ME!

For a moment I could just picture the scene where the neighbors were 
discussing the possibility of swapping, especially when one side of the 
table wasn’t doing it yet.  Funny how often it’s the wife who’s against 
the idea.  Or at least that’s what most husbands tell me and I would say 
99% of the people who contact me are make (no matter what they might 
SAY).

“Well, they eventually grew interested but without any kids involved,” my 
aunt went on, “But it was just about the concept - nothing actually 
happened so they sort of hinted about the group.  It’s taken since last 
summer but eventually one thing has led to another and now they’re almost 
our newest members.”

At that point Aunt Linda paused and got this far away look as she sighed.  

“I mentioned before about them maybe not showing up and to tell you the 
truth, I’m putting it as 50-50 at best. They say all the right things but 
there’s something about the wife’s eyes when she talks about it.  Camille 
doesn’t seem nearly as confident about it as Keith and I’m worried that 
they may back out at the last minute.  Frankly, I’m not sure how they got 
past the interview.  I doubt I would have passed them.”

“So you called in the A-Team,” Steve chimed in with his head held high.

“Well, it’s not like they have another couple to bring with although the 
LaCroix’s DID offer.  I got the feeling from Camille’s reaction that she 
wasn't ready to take that step with someone she’d have to live next door  
for who knows how long afterwards in case things didn't go as planned.”

“Well you still could have asked us first,” I said, pretending to pout 
just a little.  

“Why bother?  It’s not like you’re that hard to predict my favorite horny 
niece,” she chuckled.  She started checking off on her fingers, “Married, 
late thirties, never been with another couple, teenage son and 
daughter... Oh god, just wait until you see their family album photos... 
their daughter is soooooo cute.”

She was looking at my husband when she made that last remark.  My eyes 
rolled melodramatically and she quickly took the hint.

“Oh get off your soap box girl,” she chastised me, “It’s not like I’m 
saying you’ll have to watch your husband with their daughter or anything 
like that.  Besides, I really can’t see anything like that happening - 
not ever, and you know how optimistic I can be about such things.  I’m 
just saying she looks a lot older than fourteen.”

With that she got up and walked over to our computer on the desk.

“Here, let me show you their private profile album,” she said, logging in 
to the group site as she spoke.

From across the room I could see she was accessing a part of the site 
we’d never been in before.  Boy, would I love to have THAT password!  So 
anyway... a few more keystrokes and a slide show started.

“Whoa!” Steve said as he whistled softly, leaning forward to get a better 
look.

It was all he said but no more words were necessary as indeed, they made 
quite the good-looking couple.  The photos started out with what looked 
to be from their wedding.  A series of others, some of them single and 
others with them together followed in various stages of dress and 
undress.  The final few were of them both naked but nothing that flaunted 
anything or involved sex.  Notably missing from the nudes were any of 
their son and daughter.  Still, it didn't surprise me that the ones of 
the daughter with her brother at the beach on vacation and some alone 
around the house seemed to catch Steve’s eye more than any others.

Steve had been standing behind my aunt watching the slideshow with his 
hands on her shoulders.  As the photos got more risqué those hands gained 
a mind of their own as they began working their way down her chest until 
he was cupping her boobs as we all watched in silence.  Yep, my guys was 
getting horny now!

“Hey tiger, you’d better not start anything you aren't ready to finish,” 
my aunt purred, putting her hands over his and pushing them against her.  
My husband was just wearing boxer shorts and a T-shirt so his erection 
was pretty obvious.

“You mind Kelly?” my aunt asked me, raising her eyebrows with a “sorry 
but what can I do about it?” look.

Yeah, like there was nothing she could do about it.  If she DIDN’T end up 
in bed with my husband before everything was said and done... THEN I 
would be surprised.  She could’ve easily done all this on-line but she 
chose to make a personal visit so tell me she wasn’t expecting something 
to happen when she started to show Steve more explicit photos.

It wasn't long before the two of them headed for the bedroom while I took 
a seat in front of the computer to finish perusing the profile.  Some 
people just put the bare minimum of work into their profile while others 
seem to want to make them their autobiography.  While not TOO far to the 
one side, someone had spent a lot of time writing up a biography and 
marital history.  My bet would have been on Camille.  It was the same 
with ours.  Steve did almost all the research but I was the one 
responsible for our profile and I figured the more the better.

I smiled as I listed to the goings on in the bedroom.  It’s not like we 
had all that big of an apartment to start with and they’d apparently not 
bothered to close the door.  It didn't help matters that my aunt is a 
classic “moaner”.  Yes, this was one of the benefits Steve enjoyed being 
married to me - ready access to my family members, at least the ones 
interested in such things.  Indeed, it was something he took FULL 
advantage of!

I turned my attention back to the photos.  They must have posted like a 
hundred or so of which maybe half were in some state of undress with 
about a quarter nude and then I saw maybe ten or so in some sort of 
explicit pose.  There weren't any of actual sex but Keith was obviously 
being turned on by the photoshoot judging by the erection he was sporting 
in several of them. While sometimes photos can be deceiving, my guess was 
he was maybe seven or eight inches long when erect - not bad by any means 
but at the same time not exactly mythological proportions.  He was also 
circumcised which I tend to prefer.

The thing that really draws my attention to a guy is not necessarily the 
length of his erection but rather the stiffness and stamina.  Some guys 
never seem to get really HARD but Keith wasn’t one of them.  Indeed, he 
was more like what I would associate with a teenage boy in that his dick 
literally stood up and out on its own like a missile on a launch pad, 
aiming for the skies.

While most of my attention was focused on Keith, I couldn't help but take 
a closer look at Camille as well.  The first thing that I’d noticed when 
I saw her before was something I didn't mention to either of the others 
as they didn't say anything.  She looked a lot like Steve’s mother’s 
(although she doesn’t have on in real life).  Well, not her twin sister 
but the “family resemblance” was there.  Even her hair was the done up 
the same.  The resemblance was remarkable and I wondered if Steve had 
noticed as well?

I have to say, sitting there imagining I was seeing Steve’s mom naked was 
a bit of a turn-on for some reason.  Then again, maybe I was just using 
it to rationalize my overall horniness in general at the sight of her 
nude.  Even when dressed she looked gorgeous and if I had anything else 
to say about her I would say her style was impeccable.  

Camille’s boobs looked real - just enough sag to go along with her age 
but nothing TOO much either.  They reminded me of my mom’s than my aunt’s 
as Aunt Linda had hers lifted a few years back - nothing added, just 
tightened up.  It was her legs that caught my eye.  She had the body 
proportions of a model with legs that were unnaturally long for her body 
- legs I would have killed for!

Looking MORE at Keith, I couldn't help but wonder what his daughter 
looked like.  I wondered if he had any carnal thoughts about his 
daughter?  Really, what father doesn’t when his daughter gets to that 
age?  I’m not saying that many ever DO anything as that’s a one in a 
thousand chance at best.  Still, it never hurt to fantasize to jerk off 
about her.  Judging by my conversations with quite a few fathers, I’d say 
THAT is a VERY common with most fathers although I doubt their wives know 
about it, LOL.

Suddenly a thought came to mind.  Not certain what would happen, I 
started to check out the site now that I was logged in under my aunt’s 
username.  Wow!  All sorts of stuff I hadn’t seen before.  Out of 
curiosity I searched for our name and lo and behold, there we were.  It 
was pretty much the profile that Steve had set up but I noticed there was 
a section I hadn’t seen before.  Clicking on the icon a page opened with 
various dates.  Some of them I recognized but a lot I didn’t.  Apparently 
these were the dates we had attended parties, or least the ones Steve 
had.  My heart was racing as I opened up each directory.  Oh my god, 
there were tons of photos of us having sex at the family parties!  There 
was even some of Steve fucking his favorite little redhead.

My thoughts were interrupted by what must have been my Aunt Linda having 
yet another orgasm.  I smiled to myself as I thought of how much I loved 
it when Steve made love to me and I could just imagine how good she must 
be feeling having him fuck her right now.

Then again, why just imagine it?  Logging out from the site, I made my 
way to the bedroom...  two’s company but I was sure neither was going to 
protest making it three!


Chapter 4 - Memories 
====================

Everything was arranged for us to meet with Camille and Keith for their 
video interview.  My aunt had reserved a hotel room with two double beds 
although odds were we wouldn't be there all that long.  She explained 
that using a hotel was less stressful than doing it at the candidate’s 
home and she wasn’t about to do it at one of our places for obvious 
privacy and security reasons.  After all, everything so far that they’d 
been through could be rationalized as fantasy and who knew what their 
true intentions were.  When it comes to this kind of stuff it’s always 
better safe than sorry!

In the days leading up to the weekend I caught myself in class 
daydreaming about the upcoming “event”.  Memories of when Steve and I had 
to do it came flooding back as well.  Of course ours had been quite 
different as we were applying for a Level Two family membership, not just 
the basic swapping level.  This was Steve’s idea entirely - I’d have been 
more than happy with just the basic membership.

Normally not having kids would have prevented us from even being 
considered for membership but my aunt pulled a few strings.  Well... a 
LOT of strings.  We still had to go through the entire process which 
included the video.  Because we didn’t have any kids of our own that 
meant having to have sex with another family’s kids.  Just as she did 
now, my aunt had arranged for a suitable family for us.  Apparently they 
did this sort of thing quite often and according to my aunt they actually 
preferred doing video interviews more so than the parties.  I took her 
for her word at the time but I also never saw any of them afterwards so 
it must have been true.

Although it wasn’t the first time by any means that I’d been involved 
with such a scenario, I couldn’t help but be a little nervous.  Growing 
up my dad had created quite a collection of photos and videos of me in 
provocative dress (and undress) so it wasn’t like I was shy in front of a 
camera.  If anything my mother use to chastise me for being TOO anxious 
to pose, especially when it involved me teasing my dad at times or 
locations where it wasn't exactly appropriate.  Still, it was the fact 
that it wasn't appropriate that made it so much fun!

All that said, there’s a HUGE difference between posing innocently for 
your dad and doing what essentially amounts to little more than a porn 
shoot.  Over the years I’ve always been ultra-paranoid about people 
taking photos or videos of me at parties or such because I fretted over 
where they might get posted or who knows what else.  In this case I knew 
the video file would be safely locked away and would only come out if 
something were to happen involving Camille and Keith.  From what I’d 
heard it wouldn't be the first time the threat of releasing their video 
was all that kept some people from going off the reservation.

So anyway, when we met with the other family it was a little awkward at 
first which I suppose was to be expected.  It wasn't like this was a 
natural evolution of a friendship or an encounter at a party where 
everyone was doing it.  If anything it seemed rather cold and sterile, at 
least at first.  We introduced ourselves, keeping everything to first 
names and most everything else as vague as possible.  Everyone was a 
little standoffish about the personal details.  For instance, afterwards 
I had no idea where they lived nor they did with regards to us.

With everyone dressed we could’ve easily been mistaken for your average 
folks getting together for conversation and a few drinks.  They were 
older than us, I was guessing in their mid to late thirties primarily 
because their son looked to be around fifteen and his younger sister most 
likely twelve or thirteen.  Either could have easily been plus or minus a 
year or two though, maybe even more.  They seemed to be well-versed in 
how to handle the situation, never mentioning what school they went to or 
even what grade which might have provided a clue as to where they loved 
and how they were.

There were a few formalities at the start to take care of.  We had to 
present a recent STD test to the parents to prove we were clean.  I 
noticed the they didn’t produce any such documentation in return.  I 
guess the “burden of proof”, so to speak, was on us.  As condoms were 
forbidden, if not so in writing than heavily implied, I could see where 
it was important to make sure that anyone entering the group was clean.

There was more paperwork...  We had to sign a rather legalistic two-page 
form that basically certified that we understood that what we were doing 
was illegal in the State of Pennsylvania and that we waived all claims 
against pretty much the entire world should anything happen as a result.  
There were also things like declaring that I was on birth control and 
that again, nobody was responsible for any failures in that department.  
Only Steve and I had to sign anything and none of this was required for 
anything we did later.  Under the circumstances it was important and just 
one more area where security was deemed more important than being polite.

With that we all undressed - that is Steve and me along with the two 
kids.  The parents didn't as they would not be actively participating so 
what would have been the point?  They had nothing to prove and this 
wasn’t intended to be for fun and games so their role was only to be 
there as proof that they both had given their full and willing consent 
and that everything was being done with their kids was under their 
watchful eyes at all times.  If nothing else it made me feel even more 
self-conscious, as if I now had an audience and not the type I usually 
hope for when I’m having sex.

Steve was standing naked next to me with a massive erection already 
going.  Frankly that didn't mean a whole lot to me.  Whether or not he 
was feeling any of the same concerns as me didn’t matter when it came to 
his cock.  I swear the guy can get hard in an instant even over the 
slightest hint of sexuality.  Steve looked at my aunt with a “now what” 
expression and she stepped in to act as the de facto “director”.

Looking at the parents she asked, “Well guys, the usual?”

The parents looked at each other and the wife shrugged as if it didn't 
really matter one way or the other.  It wasn’t that they appeared not to 
care per se, more like they just were going along with what was evidently 
a pretty standard routine for them.

“Fine with us,” the father then said adding, “Oh, sorry but we really 
have to be out of here in half an hour, 45 minutes tops.  We’ve been 
planning on seeing the new Oz movie and we’ll miss the 4:00 IMAX showing 
otherwise.”

I wanted to let out a big sigh but held it in.  Sheesh, talk about making 
this as empty and business-like as it could possibly be.  Like, we were 
about to have sex with their teenage kids and all he was worried about 
was getting to a movie on time!  Besides, I’d seen that movie the 
previous weekend when it opened and I could’ve told him to save the sixty 
bucks for IMAX tickets plus concessions.

Aunt Linda didn't say anything in response but instead just seemed to 
ignore him.  She turned to me and said firmly, “Kelly, why don't you go 
first.  Looking at your husband’s condition over there I think it best to 
keep him waiting until the end.  He’s not going to take long I’m sure.”

For whatever reason that seemed to break the ice and the room temperature 
seemed to jump a little as the chill left the air. 

“Now Steve,” she directed pointing to the second bed, “Why don't you lay 
over there on the bed with our little princess so the two of you can get 
to know each other a little better while you watch Kelly and her brother 
getting it on.”

Steve smiled and stretched out on the narrow bed, laying on his side with 
his erection sticking out in full view.  Well, he’d never been afraid to 
strut his stuff since the day I met him so why change now?  The young 
girl laid in front without saying a word allowing Steve to push himself 
up tight against her such that his stiff dick was pressing firmly against 
her tight little butt.

“OK, so Kelly, wait just a minute while I get the camera ready and then 
you can start sucking on him.  OK?”

Like I was going to say no?

As for the teenage boy, this obviously wasn't his first rodeo as without 
being told he got up on the bed and laid on his back with his teen 
erection in full bloom.  Although his dick wasn't as large as Steve’s it 
wasn't exactly small either.  Actually it sort of reminded me of Steve’s 
when we first started dating.  With him on his back, it was pointing 
straight at his face as it extended from his hairy crotch out parallel to 
his lower stomach.  I smiled as the image of an Olympic ski jumper 
stretched out over his skis came to mind.  He kept his hands to his side 
without stroking himself or otherwise touching himself in any way, 
apparently expecting me to do all the work.

Aunt Linda had everything ready and with the camera now focused on us I 
got up on the bed on my knees and bent over his waist, dropping my head 
down towards his hard dick.

“Hair Kelly!” my aunt interrupted me. 

Oh yeah, for a moment I’d forgotten that all this was essentially a porn 
movie so I made the classic flip with my hand, tossing my hair over my 
bare shoulder to the side away from the camera.  Meanwhile my aunt got 
down low to get a direct close-up of my mouth I first started licking his 
dick from bottom to top and then swiftly took him in my mouth.

“OK Kelly, remember what we’re doing here... and why.  Don’t hold back 
anything.  Let’s see how fast you can make him cum, OK?”

I started to say something but his mother must have read my mind as she 
quickly leaned forward and added, “Don’t worry, he’s always good for at 
least two or three in a row.”

When my aunt said to blow him quickly until he came I was at first 
worried about if he would be able to fuck me right away as well 
especially since we seemed to be on the clock.  Ah the blessings of 
youth.  I could remember back when Steve was about this age and how he 
could cum and then immediately start fucking me again without even so 
much as hint of a break.  

Another impressive quality of the teenage male was quickly demonstrated 
as it seemed I had barely started when he started to cum in my mouth.

“Come on Kelly, you know better,” my aunt chastised me, “ Let’s see it.  
After all, that’s the whole point.”

Back to being a porn movie again I guess.  Fortunately Aunt Linda had 
been quick enough that I had time to release his dick from between my 
lips and allow him to shoot his final couple of shots of sperm into my 
mouth from maybe a couple of inches away.  Some of it got on my face as 
well but nobody seemed to care until I reached to wipe it off.

“Kelly, stop!” my aunt the Director quickly cried out, “Leave it on for 
now.”

I wasn’t quite sure what the point was in making me leave his cum on my 
face but then she didn't give me time to think about it before 
continuing.

“OK, how about you mount him now, OK?” Aunt Linda told me.  It wasn't 
really a question but more like an order.  Well, she WAS the director 
after all.

As I started to straddle him I looked over to see the reaction of his 
parents.  It didn't surprise me that the mother was the one showing all 
the interest although I guess it could’ve easily been his father having 
sex with him at home.  Bisexual family relationships weren’t supported 
within the group which I knew probably caused some applicants to think 
twice about joining but for those who weren’t into seeing such goings-on 
can find it distracted at best or turned-off at worst seeing it.

So far I was pretty impressed.  My Aunt Linda was doing a great job in 
her role as guardian of the group security.  Everything was choreographed 
to demonstrate that I wanted to do this.  The boy never once asked me for 
anything - he was well trained.  Anyone watching the video would believe 
that everything we did was initiated by me, even now as I prepared to 
fuck him. 								

“Hold right there for a moment,” Aunt Linda directed as I held his dick 
and was just about to sit on it.  She p7layed with the camera, apparently 
zooming in for a close-up.  “OK, go for it girl!”

As everyone watched I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling the hard 
cock pressing into me and then pushing its way in as I put more weight on 
him.  A quick look over to his mom confirmed it - the smile on her face 
and the lustful look in her eyes told me someone was going to be fucking 
mom tonight!

While he lasted longer this time, it still didn't take long before he was 
cumming.  Aunt Linda didn't say anything so I stayed down hard on him as 
he pumped his cum into me.  I suppose I’d been expecting her to tell me 
to let him squirt it all over me like a typical porn shoot but she had 
other thoughts in mind...

“That’s good Kelly... now squeeze it out onto his dick,” she finally said 
as she focused in tight again onto my pussy with a still hard cock 
filling me.

Bearing down, I could feel the cum exiting my pussy and I looked down 
between my legs to watch it drip down on the boy’s dick.  Amazingly the 
teen was STILL erect!

“That’s it Kelly... now clean it off of him.”

I looked around for some tissues or anything else to wipe him clean only 
to hear my aunt groan, “Oh good grief Kelly, please don't embarrass me.”

It hit me right between the eyes.  Hopefully my face wasn’t anywhere 
close to being as red as it felt.  Like duh!  With all my experience you 
would think I would have known what to do even without being asked, let 
alone have to have it all but spelled out for me.

Sucking a cock covered with cum fresh from my pussy would have to be 
considered one of my favorite delicacies.  It’s like a favorite dessert 
with everything mixed in together - a hard dick, sperm and a hint of my 
own pussy.  Mmmmmmm!

With everything now duly recorded so far as I was concerned, it was 
Steve’s turn.  Surprisingly, and no doubt somewhat to his dismay, my aunt 
wasn't all that interested in different positions, foreplay, or even 
oral. 

“OK Steve, let’s pick up the pace or they’re going to miss their movie,” 
she said as she motioned him to get together with the girl.

“Noooooo, just fuck her,” she interrupted as he started to lean in 
towards her fuzzy pussy, “Remember, this isn’t about what SHE will do so 
let’s get it on record and get it over with.”

Later she explained it more to me.  With most couples it was the woman 
who was usually the problem if there was going to be one.  Hence on 
average the video spent two or three times as much attention to the wife 
as to the husband/father.  The same went for the kids - it was the girls 
that got all the attention when compared to the boys.  Think about it,  
when was the last time you heard of a teenage boy that did NOT want to 
fuck a MILF or a father that did NOT want to fuck a young girl?

“We all know the male WANTS to do it,” she explained, “The only thing 
we’re verifying is that they WILL.  With the girls we have to make sure 
they really want to do it and they’re not being coerced in any way.”

I guess it made sense even if it DID frustrate Steve.  Then again, it’s 
not like he complained all that much when the girl got on her hands and 
knees and leaned forward to present her pretty butt to him.  I noticed 
her pussy seemed wet, probably from masturbating while watching her 
brother doing me but then again Steve had probably been fingering her 
while I was fucking her brother.

I had no doubt that Steve loved seeing me getting fucked but when it came 
to me watching him, especially with a young girl like this one, it was 
something I didn't really get all that excited about.  As his wife I 
always love seeing him happy and indeed, as he fucked her doggie style it 
was obvious to everyone that he was thrilled.  Maybe it might have been 
different had it been our own daughter or even if she hadn’t been so 
obviously experienced.  Granted, she might LOOK like she was barely a 
teenager but she acted like someone twice her age.

As the two of the went at it on the bed, I sat Indian style on the other 
with my legs crossed under me.  Both parents were sitting on the love 
seat holding hands while their son jerked off leaning back against the 
dresser as he watched his sister.

“Almost there?” Aunt Linda asked Steve.  Heck, as many times as he’d 
fucked her she shouldn’t have had to ask as it was obvious to me he was 
ready to explode at any moment.

“Yeah!” was all he managed to grunt.  Aunt Linda moved in alongside of 
them and seemed to be zooming in for a close-up of where his erection was 
sliding in and out of her young pussy.

“Don’t pull all the way out,” she instructed him, “Keep it in her just 
enough... I want a nice creampie shot.”

Steve grunted rather than try to actually say anything and I took it to 
mean he understood what she’d told him.  Sure enough he leaned back until 
he could grab his stiff cock in his right hand and for all intents and 
purposes he jerked off with the head of his erection in just far enough 
to be surrounded by a pussy less than half its own age.

For just a moment a thought went through my head.  Oh my God, she’d 
barely been BORN when Steve had taken my virginity and now here he was 
pumping sperm into her pussy like a gushing oil well.  Wow!  Where do 
thoughts like THAT come from, especially at a time like this?

My aunt had her camera up as close as she could get as Steve slowly 
withdrew his spent penis, to be followed almost immediately by a flood of 
white cum pouring from her pussy.  When her brother had cum inside as far 
as I could push him in me so I had to work a bit to get his to work its 
way out.  Not so with Steve’s sperm!  By pulling almost all the way out 
it was pooled up just inside and when the cork was pulled it instantly 
drained out.

“Very nice,” Aunt Linda complimented him, “VERY nice indeed.  Now THAT  
was a perfect creampie if I ever saw one!”

Under normal circumstances, if you can ever call sex between a grown man 
and a barely pubescent girl “normal”, there were so many other things 
that could have happened right then and I was sure Steve wouldn't have 
complained a bit if they did.  Unfortunately for him the interview 
requirement had been met and that meant wrapping things up.

As the girl scampered nimbly to the bathroom to clean herself off, I 
noticed her brother whispering something to his mom.  He was still naked 
and still erect with it practically poling her in the boob but she seemed 
obvious.  Although I couldn't quite hear what he said, from her reaction 
it was easy to decipher.

“Look... you can do her when we get home,” his mother said with a classic 
mom’s “what am I going to DO with you” eye roll, “What the hell anyway?  
I thought YOU were the one that wanted to see the movie.”

He looked a little dejected but there was no push-back.  In fact, he 
seemed to be a very polite and dutiful son.  I wondered of that had 
anything to do with what he and his mom did at home.

“Sorry, you know kids... I think they’d do it ten times a day if we let 
them,” the mother said to me almost apologetically.  Indeed, I often 
wondered what would have happened if I had a brother growing up.  If 
nothing else it would have been a lot more handy!

The daughter returned from the bathroom and her mom handed her the skirt 
and blouse she’d worn in.  As she put them on - and nothing else, I 
realized I hadn't noticed that she wasn’t wearing underwear when she 
undressed.  Well, if THAT was how she was going to the movie theater, it 
made me wonder what the seating order was going to be.

My aunt thanked them for helping out.  The father said something about 
how they were always available and to just give them a call.  After 
they’d left my aunt said that they were her favorite family for this sort 
of thing.  In fact, they did both interviews.  If it was just for 
swapping then the kids didn’t come with but otherwise they’d been her go-
to family for the past year now.  Apparently they preferred this to the 
full party scene.

Meanwhile Steve and I were still naked and I could feel the boy’s cum 
starting to get itchy on my face as it dried.  I excused myself and went 
in to the bathroom to wash myself off.  I must have only been in there 
for three or four minutes, five at tops, but that was long enough it 
seems.  By the time I was back my aunt was laying on her stomach between 
my husband’s outstretched legs, sucking his dick as she cupped his hairy 
balls in her hand.  I couldn't help but smile - they certainly hadn't 
wasted any time!

A couple of hours later we decided to head home rather than spend the 
night in the room as we hadn’t brought any fresh clothes or toiletries 
with us and I HATE hotel crap.  On the way I asked my aunt what she was 
going to do now with the video.

“Oh it gets passed around to the senior members who review it and give 
their approval.  Then I burn it to a DVD and it goes in the archives 
along with the party videos.”

It was all I could not to roll my eyes or otherwise demonstrate my 
disbelief.  Yeah right, like they just “reviewed” them.  Probably more 
like masturbated watching them.

The it hit me again....

“Party videos?”

Aunt Linda smiled.  “Sure.  We record every party so there’s never 
anything that people can come back and say that didn't happen.  If you 
look hard enough you can see the cameras but we try to make them as 
unobtrusive as possible so people aren't so self-conscious. 

I tried to imagine just how many of these videos she had on record.  I’d 
never seen them at any of the parties but then I hadn't been looking for 
them either.  Like who would suspect that everyone was being recorded at 
such a thing?  Actually this was the first time we‘d even talked about 
them.  Boy, what some people would pay for a copy.  Then again, I bet 
they’d pay more to have theirs expunged.   It would be like hitting the 
jackpot for some government agent to come across such a collection.


Chapter 5 - The Swap Video
==========================

It took a couple of weeks to sync up our schedule with Camille and Keith.  
In the meantime we had another swap previously planned which was OK 
although nothing to write home about so to speak.  It’s not like you can 
expect EVERY swap to be “dairy worthy” as I explained to Steve when we 
returned home and he asked why I wasn't all bubbly and excited about the 
evening.  It might have gone better if we could have spent the whole 
night with them but they had to get home for the sitter.  I’ve found over 
time that not having to rush and having the time to cuddle and be more 
intimate with your new partner makes things much more enjoyable and 
memorable.  Steve seemed quite happy though but then he’s a guy so I 
think for him getting to fuck her was enough - why waste time doing 
anything else?

So it ended up that we had two swaps in seven days - not our usual 
schedule.  I think once a month is more than enough for this sort of 
thing.  It’s not like I NEED another man - Steve fully satisfies me.  
heck, until we were married I assumed that I wouldn’t be having sex 
outside my family once I was wed so anything we did was more than I had 
ever anticipated.  It was Steve that pushed for the swapping and 
individualized sex scene,  It took me quite a bit of prayer and 
rationalizing to adjust my most closely held beliefs and values to 
accommodate his desires but then he WAS my husband by then and as his 
wife, it was my duty to submit to his authority, not different than as a 
daughter I submitted to my father (and still do).

Actually, while technically this was our second swap in as many weekends, 
if things went at all the way they had for Steve and my session then the 
next one would be quite a bit more abbreviated than normal.  This time it 
would be Steve that got the better end of the deal as the wife would be 
the one my aunt would be most concerned about.  That was back to what my 
aunt had said previously about the interviews focusing on the wife and/or 
daughters as they are almost always the ones that are cause for them not 
being accepted.

One of the most unique things about this time was the timing.  
Previously, every swap we’d been involved with had been in the evening.  
Come to think about it I’m not really sure but I guess since they usually 
started with dinner as a means of breaking the ice, they just naturally 
got off to a start in the evenings.

In this case we would be meeting in the morning.  It was my Aunt Linda 
who had driven the schedule as she had a house showing in the afternoon 
and was hoping to close the deal.  Knowing the potential buyers, that 
might require some “special attention” so she didn’t want anything 
planned for the evening.  The other couple was anxious to get the 
interviews and such finished so they’d agreed to meet at 10:00 AM.  If 
this went as usual, we’d be done and out of there by 10:30.  Steve and I 
arrived at 9:30 along with Aunt Linda to be sure we got there first and 
everything was set up properly.

“Steve, close the curtains and Kelly, take those nasty comforters off the 
beds,” were her first words when we entered the room.

I agreed totally with her about the comforters.  If you’ve ever watched 
any of those shows on TV where they take a black light into a hotel room 
then you know that most hotels may put clean sheets on but the comforters 
are disgusting.

Meanwhile she got out a small video camera and checked it out to be sure 
it was working properly.  I noticed she also had a spare battery with 
just in case the first one went bad.  I guess that would sort of screw 
things up of the camera quit halfway through.

“You guys ready?” she asked, setting the camera down on the desk.

We both just nodded, awaiting whatever instructions she seemed about to 
give.

“OK, here’s how these things go,” she started, motioning for us to sit on 
the bed, “Kelly, you go first again.  You might notice that I’ll be 
taping the wife’s reactions as much if not more than the two of you.  
Usually when there’s going to be an issue this is when it happens.  For 
some couples this is old hat and no big deal but this is the first time 
these two will be having sex with someone else in front of each other so 
anything might happen once he starts screwing you.”

It made sense to me.  Heck, now that she mentioned it I might even give 
her some attention as well just to see if she was really ready for this.”

Then my aunt turned to Steve.  “OK stud, hands off of her while Kelly 
gets it on with the mister, got it?”

Steve nodded although he pretended to be disappointed.  Then again, maybe 
he wasn't pretending.

“OK then, when it’s your turn don’t waste a lot of time with foreplay and 
such.  Frankly, I don't WANT her to have much time to deal with it and be 
drawn up in things.  We want to see if she’s ready to put out, period.”

She paused to see if Steve was getting the message.  He squeezed my hand 
and assured Aunt Linda he knew what she wanted.

Aunt Linda took a deep breath and finished with, “Just be ready for 
anything, especially with the wife.  You never know how these play out.  
Most of the time it’s no big deal and it’s over in a few minutes.  
Sometimes they freak - especially the wife although I had one husband 
once who couldn't handle seeing his wife taking another man’s dick.  It’s 
easy to fantasize and talk about such things, another to actually do 
them, especially in front of a camera.”

Just then the door knocked.  My aunt had called them after we checked in 
to give them the room number so they wouldn't have to stop by the front 
desk.  Steve and I stayed on the bed holding hands while my aunt went to 
answer the door.

We could hear the greetings and then my aunt came in with the two of them 
following her, the husband leading the wife.

“Camille and Keith, this is Kelly and her husband Steve,” my aunt 
introduced us, “They are the couple I was telling you about.”

One thing she had told us from the start - there would be no mention that 
I was related to her in any way.  This was to be about swapping, not 
incest even if it wasn’t even what some people would call an incestual 
relationship.  After all, she was my mom’s sister, not my mom, and it was 
between two women.  Still, no sense in making a big deal out of it so it 
was best to just not bring it up.

They both pretty much looked exactly like their photos.  Keith was 
dressed about the same as my husband - jeans and a dress shirt.  Camille 
had chosen a rather modest skirt that came below the knees and a loose 
blouse with a pretty necklace.  My first impression was that she was 
nervous - VERY nervous, but then I would think That was to be expected 
under the circumstances.  Keith was trying to appear NOT nervous but if 
anything it made it all the more obvious that he was.

We just shook hands and then my aunt motioned for each couple to sit on 
opposite beds.  They were only twin size which wouldn't leave a lot of 
room for us but then it’s not like the intention was to make this a major 
event.

“OK, so I know this has to be a little nerve wracking for you two,” my 
aunt started out as she looked first at the other couple, “Let me assure 
you that Kelly and Steve here are both committed to making this as easy 
as possible for you.  I’m guessing we’ll be done and out of here in half 
an hour tops.”

No response so she continued, “OK then, Camille, why don’t you trade 
places with Kelly then to get things started.”

Camille looked at her husband and I saw him squeeze her hand and smile at 
her with an assuring look.  Then she got up and we each took a seat next 
to the other’s husband.  Each of us sat there with our hands in our laps, 
waiting for the next instruction.

“Well, this isn’t suppose to be anything romantic or drawn out so why 
don't you two just get undressed and let’s get things rolling,” Aunt 
Linda said to me and Keith.

My aunt picked up the video camera and turned it on, the little red light 
appearing in front.  OK, it was show time!

We each quickly undressed.  I had actually worn a bra and panties.  My 
aunt thought it would help make me appear more “normal” to Camille rather 
than coming across as a slut.  As Keith dropped his jeans and then the 
boxer shorts I noticed his dick was flaccid.  Yep, he was nervous all 
right!  I wanted to smile and say something as it had been a long time 
since a guy had gotten undressed with me and not be at least semi-erect 
but I was a good girl and kept my mouth shut... at least for a few more 
minutes.

“Good... Now Kelly, why don’t you help Keith here.”

She was being tactful but I knew what she meant.  Keith was still 
standing at the foot of the bed, Steve and his wife a few feet away, when 
I knelt in front of him and took his dick in my hand.

“You have a great cock Keith,” I said looking up at him as I gently 
stroked him.  Then I remembered my aunt’s earlier observations and turned 
to Camille.  “I bet you love sucking this cock, don't you Camille?”

From her reaction, I got the idea that sucking cock wasn't exactly 
something that happened a lot between the two of them,  I noticed my aunt 
had captured her reaction as well.  Hmmmmmm, were they going to be 
rejected before things even got started?  My aunt had told us on the way 
over that unless one of them broke down and ended things that we would go 
through to the end.  The decision as to whether or not to accept them 
would be made by the senior board later when they reviewed the video.

My aunt coughed discreetly and I turned my attention to the dick in my 
hand.  Keeping my eyes locked in with Keith’s, I took his dick in his 
mouth and was pleased to feel him shudder slightly as I went to work on 
him.  Turns out that he wasn't TOO nervous as it quickly grew in my 
mouth.  That was an unexpected pleasure for me as I LOVE to feel a cock 
grow and harden with it in my mouth.  Unless it’s after he has already 
fucked me, usually a guy is already well on the path towards a full  
erection by the time I get him in my mouth to start.

As I sucked him, I reached down with my left hand and started to play 
with myself.  I wasn't sure how much foreplay my aunt would want to 
record so I wanted to be sure I was good and wet from the start.  As it 
turned out, it really wasn’t necessary - I was soaking wet already!

No doubt had I sucked him long things would have been over before they’d 
hardly started.  I didn’t need any direction from my aunt this time as I 
stood up while holding his dick firmly in my hand.  Looking over at 
Camille, I smiled and said, “Your husband’s gonna fuck me now.”

She kept a rather straight face so I wasn't sure if she was trying to 
hide that she was excited or unhappy. It didn’t really matter to me so I 
turned back to Keith and gave his stiff dick a playful tug.

“Well, how do you want to do it?” I asked him softly as my fingers 
rippled over his dick.

Keith glanced over at Camille just a moment and then seemed confused.

“I don’t know... how do you prefer?” he said haltingly.

“Do you like doggie?”

Again he glanced over at Camille and I had to wonder if they were one of 
those couple that stuck with missionary from start to end.  Oh well, no 
matter.  I climbed up on the bed so my knees were right at the edge and 
my lower leg and feet hung out in the air.  Getting down on my elbows, I 
spread my knees as wide apart as was comfortable.  Looking over, I saw my 
aunt had her camera focused on Camille, recording her reaction as he 
husband moved in between my legs.

“That’s it Keith... fuck me,” I encouraged him as I felt his dick poke 
me.  He used his one hand to spread me apart and the other to guide his 
cock between my wet pussy lips.

“Oh yeah, like that... deeper now,” I gasped as I felt the head of his 
dick penetrate me.

Keith responded by pushing in until I felt his pubic hair teasing my butt 
and then the pressure of his crotch against me.  He wasn't wasting any 
time either as he started stroking quickly in and out of me.

The room was deathly quiet with the only sound being his crotch slapping 
into me and the occasional grunt from Keith as he drove his dick into me.  
The other three occupants weren’t saying a word as they watched us.

“Cum in me Keith, I want you to cum in me,” I gasped as I suspected he 
was getting about ready to ejaculate.

“Noooooo, cum on her ass Keith at least once and then put it back in her 
to finish,” my aunt interrupted.  Once again I was reminded of why we 
were doing this.  It felt even more like a porn shoot than ever with her 
dire4cting him.

She was just in time as it turned out because Keith suddenly pulled out 
and I felt his warm cum on my butt.  He quickly pushed back in me to 
finish off inside my pussy with my aunt capturing every moment for 
history.

When he was finished he pulled out of me and I turned over and sat on the 
edge of the bed.  Fortunately for the hotel I’d removed the comforter so 
the sheets absorbed his cum from my butt instead.  I was about to ask him 
if I could clean him off but again, the director cut in.

“Well, that takes of Keith... nice job by the way,” she congratulated 
him.  He looked over at his wife and seemed a little embarrassed at first 
but then he broke into a wide smile when my aunt stoked his ego.

“OK Camille... your turn.”

I was expecting a little hesitation at the very least but if anything she 
seemed anxious to get it on with my husband.  I wondered if she was just 
horny after watching her husband fuck me or maybe she was thinking more 
of revenge after seeing how much he enjoyed fucking me.

Steve was just as anxious and before I knew it they both were naked and 
standing in front of us looking at Linda who was fooling with her camera.

“Sorry, a little technical problem,” she apologized but then seemed to 
have everything ready again. “So let’s see.... Camille, why don't you 
suck on Steve for a while.”

Again, she responded without so much as taking a deep breath.  Steve was 
already erect - no way he was ever going to watch me being fucked and NOT 
get aroused.  Camille kneeled and it seemed like she was imitating what I 
had done with her husband.  Again I asked myself if she was really into 
oral sex.  To be blunt, her technique sucked and all she was doing was 
bobbing her heads on him, taking maybe half of his dick in her mouth at 
most and it’s not like Steve is all that spectacularly hung.

Aunt Linda let her go for maybe a minute and that seemed to be enough for 
her purposes.

“So Keith, any particular way you’d like to see Steve have sex with your 
wife?”

Keith seemed surprised by the question but not more than Camille.  I 
guess she had assumed that she would get to choose the same as her 
husband had.  I wouldn't have been surprised if she had gone for 
missionary and I bet that my aunt was thinking the same - hence the 
question to her husband.

“How about on top... facing away,” he said after thinking a few seconds.  
Hmmmmmm, was Keith into porn and this was one of the positions he liked 
watching the most?

Camille pursed her lips for a moment but then caught herself and a smile 
appeared.  Whether it was real or not I wasn't sure but it didn't matter 
one way or the other.  Steve was on his back with his head on the pillow, 
holding his dick at the base to point it to the ceiling.

As Camille mounted Steve I became more and more certain that this was f 
first for her.  She just seemed too hesitant for it to be something she’d 
done much in the past, if at all.  Still, I had to give her credit for 
her determination as she straddled his lap and positioned herself over 
him.

“Steve, let her do it,” my aunt cut in as he started to position his dick 
to enter her.  She didn't have to say more - I knew what she was going 
for.  She wanted to record HER positioning his cock into her pussy so 
there was no doubt she wanted it.

Camille reached between her thighs for Steve’s cock and wiggled about to 
get it right and then quickly sat on it, driving it into her in one quick 
movement.  She must have been more turned on than I had suspected because 
Steve hadn’t licked her and I hadn't seen her masturbate at all before 
this.

“Damn girl, you sure you have two kids?” Steve gasped as she ground on 
his dick.  He was being kind I was sure but then it just made me all the 
more proud of him.

“Lean forward... put your hands on his knees,” my aunt offered advice.  
She did as told, giving my husband a perfect view of her ass and his dick 
in her pussy.  It also gave the same view to Aunt Linda’s camera.  Sure 
enough, just as she had told me she hardly ever gave Keith the time of 
day with all her shots being of Camille.

Seeing Keith fucking Camille was more erotic than anything hot.  
Everything had proceeded so fast there really hadn't been time to get 
that involved in the action.  Even though I was still nude, as was Keith 
sitting next to me, I didn't even play with myself.  It was almost 
clinical the more I thought about it with my aunt moving about taking 
shots from various angles, especially of her face and her reaction to the 
feel of another man’s cock in her.

Steve was doing the best he could, humping under her to try and cum as 
quick as possible.

“OK stud, same as our Keith did,” my aunt told him as he started to get 
that look on his face we both knew so well.  “One on the ass, the rest 
inside.”

Well, when he DID cum he totally missed her butt.  In fact, the first 
shot flew so high it landed in the hair that was hanging down her back 
and a little on her back.  He struggled a little to get back in her and 
before she could help a second shot landed right in her ass crack and 
started to run down.  The rest he was able to shoot in her pussy as she 
sat down on him and let him cum while under her.

This time my aunt had different plans for Camille than she’d had for me 
when I was full of cum.

“Nice job Camille... now roll off of him and lay on your back,” she said 
quickly.  Once Camille was laying back she continued, “Now lift up your 
legs and spread... that’s it... now push like you’re having a baby 
again.”

With a little work Camille was able to push out Steve’s cum until it 
started to drain down her butt onto the sheets.  My aunt was right up 
close, catching every drop as it emerged.

Then just as fast as it had started it was over.  Steve got up and came 
over to give me a big kiss.  God I wanted soooooo bad to suck his dick 
after having just fucked Camille but there was business to finish.

“OK, that does it,” my aunt said as she put away the camera, “While I 
can’t say anything official until your video is reviewed, I don't think 
you’re going to have any problems.”

Then she smiled at looked at Camille adding, “And I have to say dear, you 
really got into this a lot more than I’d expected!”

Camille seemed to blush and then she nodded to Steve, “Well, I had a good 
partner.”

Not to be outdone, Keith chimed in with, “and Kelly... damn what can I 
say?  You’re a lucky man Steve.”

Then Keith asked Aunt Linda, “So when do you think we can start with 
other couples?”

“Maybe a week at most,” she answered as we all started to get dressed, 
“The reviews should be done in a day or two and then we have to update 
the profiles and get everything posted.”

Keith looked a little disappointed but then he seemed to brighten up.  
Nothing more was said until we all were dressed and about to say our 
goodbyes.

“Ummmmm, not sure how to say this,” he stammered, looking at his wife who 
seemed just as clueless as the rest of us as to where he was going.  “OK, 
I’ll just say it then.  Would you guys like to get together for dinner 
tonight?”

I think we were all a little surprised but I had to say it was an 
interesting idea.  Everything had been so fast and clinical that I 
wouldn't mind doing it again in a more casual atmosphere - and without 
the video camera.

“Is that like legal?” I asked.

My aunt laughed answering, “Well of course it’s legal... you’re all 
adults.  And I guess it’s not like you don't know each other already.  
Although I’ll say this is the first time I know of that anyone has done 
this right after their interview.  So are you saying you’re ok with this 
Kelly?”

I looked at Steve and he just grinned.  Yeah, like I had to even ask.  We 
all were in agreement.  Steve and Keith discussed arrangements while the 
three women all giggled about how the interview had gone.

Eventually it was all worked out.  We would go out for dinner and then 
simply return to this same room since it was booked for the entire night 
anyway so why waste money on another one?  Their kids were old enough 
that they didn't have to worry about finding a sitter at the last minute.  
What excuse would they come up with for why they would be away the entire 
night?  Oh well, they would work that out by the time they got home.


Chapter 6 - Dinner for Four
===========================

One of the best things about what we had planned was we would be spending 
the night with them at the hotel.  Just going to bed with a guy, having 
sex and then leaving shortly after seems to cheapen the evening for me.  
Steve and I make it a firm rule not to do repeat swaps so it’s not like I 
am looking for any sort of relationship to develop.  In fact, the reason 
we don’t repeat with anyone is just so that doesn’t happen!  In this case 
while we had technically “swapped” with Keith and Camilla, I don't 
consider our initial encounter as being a true swap so it wasn't like we 
were breaking any of our own rules.

For me when it comes to spending time with another man it’s all about 
emotions and sentiment.  If I’m going to let a stranger fuck me then I at 
least like to feel as if I mean something to him, at least for that 
evening.  Otherwise I may as well be his whore for the night.  I love it 
when a man takes the time to stay in me after he cums, our bodies joined 
in the aftermath of mating.  I like to fall asleep naked in a man’s arms 
and wake to the feel of his firm erection pressing against me, knowing he 
wants me yet again.  I like to whisper to him as our naked bodies press 
together, feeling his hands running all over me as he tells me his most 
intimate secrets.  For a few brief hours I fulfill his every desire and I 
know that during that time he wants nobody more than me, not even his own 
wife.

We chose a relatively expensive restaurant for dinner but nothing too 
extreme.  An upper-end joint tends to have fewer families and kids in 
general and provided for a more intimate atmosphere.  Places like 
Friday’s or Applebee’s are much too noisy with too many people coming and 
going to allow for any sort of sexual dialogue to develop.  While this 
place was known for its seafood (my first love), it also had a reputation 
for good steaks as well so it should satisfy anyone’s pallet.  Not that 
the primary goal for the evening was an exquisite meal but at the same 
time if you’re going to have one, why not enjoy it?

Steve had made the reservations and as it turned out we were the first to 
arrive.  As I took off my coat and handed it to Steve so he could check 
it, I was pleased to notice some of the other men waiting for their table 
glancing my way.  It had been quite the debate for me earlier in choosing 
a dress to wear so I was pleased that my final choice was passing the 
second test of the evening.  The first, of course, had been Steve’s 
reaction when I stepped out from the bedroom and posed.  I’d bought this 
dress months before but hadn't had just the right night to wear it until 
now so he’d never seen it on me before.

“Damn!” was all he’d said but the ravenous look in his eyes and the way 
he licked his lips told me more than anything he could say.

I turned to the side, allowing the high-cut slit to part just enough to 
show off my leg almost up to my hip.  Although I had a black thong on 
underneath it was cut high enough so as not to reveal itself, lending the 
illusion that I MIGHT not have anything on underneath the dress.

The dress was a one-shoulder style where my right shoulder was bare and 
the dress came up and over the left shoulder for support.  I actually 
preferred it over a couple of strapless versions I’d tried on as the 
extra support allowed for it not to be so tight around my boobs as to 
make me feel like I couldn't even breathe.  This then allowed for the 
cleavage to plunge and hang just loose enough that it appeared that any 
second my boobs might fall out of it but yet just enough that I didn’t.

Under my bust the dress was cut tight, showing off my firm stomach and 
hips and then loosening up down to my ankles. The left side was slit up 
almost to my hip but the dress was cut in such a way that it only really 
showed my leg if I pushed out my foot ahead of me and twisted slightly.  
Then again, if I sat down and put my left leg over my right then it 
certainly veiled a LOT of leg as well as some hip but then I could always 
cross the right instead in situations where that might be too risqué.  
Sort of hard to imagine THAT sort of situation but the option was always 
there.

I suppose it goes without saying that I wasn't wearing a bra.  Even if I 
was so inclined the neckline cut much low.  Then again it wasn’t like I 
needed one all the time anyway.  If it wasn’t for my job and sexy date 
nights for my husband, I’d probably not bother buying one in the first 
place.  I DID go for a thin black thong but that was more for Keith than 
anything else.  Around my left ankle I wore my favorite ankle bracelet 
that my father had given to me.  Simple black pumps with ridiculously 
high heels on my feet were totally uncomfortable but the things women 
will do to make their legs look great!  I also wore a delicate gold braid 
chain around my neck from which my gold and diamond studded cross was 
attached, hanging down right above my cleavage.

My hair... what can I say about my hair!  All my life I’d fought it and I 
suppose I will for the rest of my life as well.  Even $150 at the salon 
earlier didn't get the results I wanted but at least it looked better 
than it would have if I hadn't gone at all.  Normally it’s straight 
without a hint of anything but tonight I had fullness with enough curl to 
make it look thicker and with more body than normal.

“So you like it?” I asked sweetly, knowing full well what the answer 
would be but then what girl doesn’t want to hear it?

“You... look... FANTASTIC!” Steve gushed as he moved over to me and 
wrapped his arms around me, clenching my ass with his hands as he kissed 
me.

“You know I have to redo my lipstick now,” I teased him when he finally 
let me go.

“It was worth it,” he said smiling at me but I noticed his eyes were 
fixed right where they belonged - my exposed cleavage.  Well, may be for 
him as I was the one who had to head back to the bathroom to touch myself 
up again.

It felt a little out of place to climb up into Steve’s pickup truck 
dressed like I was going to the prom.  Someday I hope he’ll break down 
and buy something a little less... manly I guess you could say.  My car 
wasn't exactly in the best of shape so we tried to minimize the miles on 
it but that meant driving around town like we were heading for a rodeo.  
The only redeeming value was the full bench seat - not something you see 
much anymore.  I loved riding up next to him and it made a lot of other 
things a lot easier as well if you know what I mean.  Not tonight though 
- not in this dress and $150 for my hair before we even got there!

Soon after we were seated Keith and Camille made their appearance.  Keith 
looked handsome in a dark blue sports coat and matching slacks.  He even 
wore a tie over his white shirt.  It was almost like he was heading for 
church after dinner.  Camille was dressed in a conservative cream-colored 
dress that came to mid-calf.  It was sleeveless but came up high to her 
neck.  Judging from the looks of things, she was wearing a bra underneath 
as well. Her matching heels were about two inches at most and she had on 
nude hose.  Her hair was loose with a bit of curl but nothing fancy.  I 
guess she hadn't rushed to the salon the way I had.

Steve stood up as a gentleman should and shook Keith’s hand.  I smiled at 
Camilla who took the seat across from me as we assumed a boy-girl seating 
arrangement.

“Well we made it,” Camille giggled as we all settled in.

Keith was smiling so I had to ask, “Oh, problems?”

This time they both smiled and Camille was looking down at her plate when 
Keith answered.

“You have to admit that this morning was pretty intense... especially for 
us as you can imagine.  You guys do this sort of stuff all the time so I 
guess it’s no big deal but that was the first time I’d ever seen Camille 
with another man - or her seeing me with another woman.”

Camille finally looked up and add, “I think it really hit me when we lied 
to Emily about being away for the night.  I was thinking about what if 
she told me such a story so that she could spend the night with one of 
her boyfriends.  I don't think I’ve ever lied to my daughter this way 
before.”

The waitress showed up just then and took our drink orders.  I asked for 
my usual - Diet Coke, while Camille asked for a Chardonnay and the guys 
both ordered beers.  I silently prayed that Keith wouldn't drink TOO 
much.  Not only did beer give bad breath but I think it makes a guy’s cum 
taste bitter.

Once she was gone I took the opportunity to change the subject.  After 
all, we really didn't know anything about them so far as their personal 
lives were concerned.  We talked about our families and interests.  Of 
course neither Steve or I made any mention about incest.  So far as I 
knew, neither of them even had any idea that Linda was my aunt.  There 
had been a couple instances where I almost slipped and called her “aunt” 
but I managed to catch myself every time.

Other than the one brief mention of their daughter at the start, I 
noticed that she was carefully kept out of the conversation.  Normally 
parents are all too proud not to mention their kid’s accomplishments 
which made the lack of mention all the more blatant.

Dinner was served finally and as we ate the conversation slowed but also 
became more focused.

“So how long have you and Steve been married?” Camilla asked.

“It will be two years this coming August,” I replied proudly, taking 
Steve’s hand and squeezing it.

“And when did you start swapping?” she asked.

Steve coughed and I almost slapped him as I answered, “About a month 
after we got married.”

I had a feeling it would surprise her so I was ready for the wide eyes 
and open mouth and didn’t react.

“So I guess you guys really like it then,” Keith said stepping into the 
conversation.

I looked at Steve for him to answer.

“We think it keeps our marriage fresh,” he said, emphasizing the “we”.  
Yeah right, it was HIS idea from the start but not that I complained.

“So why did you guys decide to get into it after all these years?” I 
asked Camille.

This time it was her turn to give her husband “the look”.  Keith rolled 
his eyes just a bit and took a deep breath before answering.

“I suppose it was our neighbors.  He was joking one day about some of the 
hot wives in the neighborhood and made some comment about swapping.  I 
thought he was joking at first but gradually he started telling me... 
well telling me things that they were into.  I suppose one thing led to 
another and finally he asked me if Camille and I would be interested in 
doing such things.  At first I thought he meant with him and his wife but 
I thought that would be a little kinky with them living right next door 
and all.  Then he mentioned the group.  So now we’re here.”

“Camille, have you ever seen Keith with another woman before this 
morning?” I asked.

Again she seemed embarrassed but she did answer.  “Oh no, never before.  
It was harder than I thought but Linda had warned us not to show any 
hesitation or reluctance so I think I put on a pretty good show.”

As she spoke, I felt a hand on my leg over my dress.  It was from the 
left side - Keith’s side of the table.  I didn’t say or do anything to 
indicate that I knew what he was doing but at the same time I also didn't 
do anything to discourage him.  If anything I was wondering if my husband 
was doing the same with his wife.  Probably not as I had a feeling she 
wouldn’t have disguised her surprise very well.

“I don’t know if Linda told you or not about us,” I started and then felt 
a nudge against my knee from Steve.  Apparently he thought I was going to 
spill the beans but he should have known better than that.  I’d had over 
twelve years of experience in not making such mistakes and I wasn't about 
to start now.

Ignoring him, I continued, “but this was our first time doing the 
interview thinking with someone.”

“Oh really?” Camille asked, “So how does that work?  Do you volunteer, 
put your name on a list, or what?”

Little did she have a clue as to the truth and my answer didn't bring her 
any closer.

“Oh we’ve known her since we first got started.  She videoed our 
interview as well.  I guess she just knows how much we’ve come to enjoy 
it and she thought that we might find this as something new.  After all, 
isn’t that why people swap in the first place - for something new?”

Keith grinned and it was obvious that was why HE wanted to swap.  Typical 
man.  He leaned forward a little over the table, allowing his hand to 
slip between the slit opening of my dress and land on my bare upper 
thigh.  Our seats weren’t really all that close so he had to lean over 
quite a bit, making it obvious to everyone what he was doing but he 
didn't seem to mind.  For that matter, neither did anyone else.  Even 
Camille seemed to be trying her best to be a team player.

“Feel good honey?” she teased her husband.  Then she looked at me with a 
wild look in her eyes.  “You know, not long ago had he done anything like 
that I would’ve slugged him!”

I smiled back.  “Well to be honest, he’s being quite the gentleman - at 
least so far.”  

With that I reached under the table and took his hand, pulling it up into 
my warm crotch.  Keith responded immediately, pressing his finger into my 
slit through my thong.  He was now leaning so far forward he was pressed 
against the table.  Anyone looking would think was trying to reach his 
shoe or something as the table cloth hung low enough to conceal the true 
location of his hand.

“NOW he’s not being so gentlemanly,” I said with a sly grin.  Keith then 
pressed his finger almost into me, or at least as far as he could stretch 
the fabric of my thong.  “Make that VERY ungentlemanly!”

The way the others reacted made it more a game than anything sexy.  I let 
him rub me a little more and then pushed his hand away.  Keith sat up 
straight again, looking a little sheepish all of a sudden.

“He ever do that to you before?” I asked Camille.

She gave her husband a sharp look and sighed, “Not for a LONG time... 
back when we were dating he use to get quite frisky.”

“Maybe next time you guys go out he might be again after tonight... won’t 
you Keith,” I said to him in a tone that expressed I meant that he WOULD, 
not that he MIGHT.

Steve was starting to get a little restless.  He never was very patient 
with the preliminaries.  Heck, I think if he had his choice we’d just 
meet at the hotel room and jump right in bed.  Well, sometimes there’s 
something to be said for that but I felt like this was helping Camille 
and Keith work their way into things.

“So tell me Keith, how did feel when you got back home and had time to 
think about this morning?” I asked.   Steve glared at me, pissed off most 
likely that I was prolonging it even longer.  Keith didn't seem to mind 
though as he glanced at Camille before turning back to me.

“Like I said earlier, it was pretty intense.  In fact, I think it was 
maybe 50-50 as to whether or not we were going to call Linda and call the 
whole thing off.”

I arched my eyebrows.  “So what made up your minds to meet us tonight?”

Again Keith looked at his wife before responding and then said, “To be 
honest, if it wasn't with you guys and then so soon afterwards, maybe we 
would have dropped out.  We figured since we sort of got things started 
with you two, why not spend the night and see how that goes before making 
our final decision.”

“So you really haven’t made a final decision then?” I asked.

Keith shook his head while Camille let him do all the talking.  “I hope 
that’s OK with you guys?”

That was Steve’s cue.

“Of course it is,” he insisted, “So what do you say we go and get this 
started for real?”

Nobody protested so Steve signaled for the check.  Within a few minutes 
we were heading back to the hotel for the second time in one day.  We’d 
agreed that Steve and I would go in first since we had the key and then 
Camille and Keith would follow a few minutes later so it wouldn't look 
like all four of us were entering the same room.

We were on the second floor so it’s not like the elevator ride was all 
that long.  I suppose we could have theoretically taken the stairs but 
anyone who would suggest such a thing has never worn four inch heels and 
a tight dress.  Walking in a straight line is challenge enough!  I once 
read a quote from a Hollywood actress that went something like this, 
“When I come home along the FIRST thing I take off is my shoes.  When I 
come home with a man, the LAST thing I take off are my shoes.”  
personally, I think she said it all.

Once in the room, true to that starlet’s observation, the shoes remained 
on.  Steve hung up my coat in the wardrobe closet with the tiny ironing 
board and built-in safe, along with his own jacket.  Then he turned to me 
and put his wonderful arms around me to hug me tight and kiss me.

“What do you say we just leave the door locked and spend the night her by 
ourselves,” he whispered huskily in my ear as he leaned down over me.

As much as I thought the idea had merit, I knew he was just trying to be 
romantic.  There was no way he was going to actually DO that!

As we kissed he reached his right hung down to my hip and slip it under 
my dress through the slit side.  I felt the palm of his hand cup my bare 
ass and squeeze it, then releasing me and roaming about my all but bare 
butt until he found my thong.  Not that there was much to find.

“Damn, for a moment there I thought you’d changed your mind and gone 
commando tonight,” he said in a low deep voice as he slipped his fingers 
under the thin material just at the top of my ass crack where it 
appeared, “You know, if this was any smaller you may as well not bother 
wearing one.”

I giggled and replied, “Well, it’s got a little more in the front and 
besides, that’s sort of the whole idea anyway, keeping you guys 
guessing.”

“God I love your ass,” he groaned as his hand moved all over my butt, 
“It’s like so... so perfect.”

Steve was always going about my butt but I loved it when he did.  He’d 
learned back when we were first dating that if he wanted something from 
me the best way was to compliment my ass over anything else, especially 
back then when there wasn’t much about my body to compliment.

Where this might have gone was not to be found out though as there was a 
light knock on the door.

“Our partners have arrived,” I whispered as he continued to play grab-
ass, “Ummmmm, dear... let go of my ass and answer the door.”

Begrudgingly his hand slipped from out of my dress and I quickly 
straightened myself out as he went to the door while I stayed standing in 
the center of the room waiting.

As someone once said... Let the games begin!


Chapter 7 - Swapping
====================

Of course it was Keith and Camille although I guess there was always a 
possibility no matter how remote of it being a maid or other hotel staff.  
They were carrying their coats over their arms and Steve offered to help 
with Camille’s while Keith hung up his own.

“I see you’ve got him trained well Kelly,” Camille observed as she handed 
over her coat.

At least she didn’t say I had him trained “good” which gave her a check 
mark in the “good” category.  I guess I have found that people with 
decent grammar skills tend to have better skills in other things as well.

“Actually you can thank his mother for that,” I answered back, “Later you 
can thank ME for what I taught him.”

She acted a little uncertain at that one but quickly recovered her 
composure.

“So anyways... how does this usually work,” Keith asked anxiously, “I 
mean do we just split up, undress, or what?”

I left this one to Steve.

“Actually there’s no standard scenario,” he started, “It’s a little 
different with every couple which is why we like meeting with different 
people.”

Keith nodded.  He appeared to be loose and nonchalant but after watching 
him for less than two minutes I quickly got the impression it was all a 
big act on his part.  Maybe it was to impress his wife but in any course, 
it didn’t make a difference.

“I hope you don't mind me saying that this morning was a little intense,” 
Keith reacted, “I think both of us felt a little rushed by Linda.  Is she 
always that way?”

Oh the things I could tell him about my favorite aunt!  “Could” being the 
operative word as I never would do it.

“Honestly I hate those interviews,” Steve said.  Oh what a liar!  “They 
seem so artificial... almost like a porn movie or something like that.”

Then he looked at me and I think he say the impatience in my eyes and 
knew it was time to get things moving.

“How about we do this...,” Steve started anew and then paused briefly, 
“Some people like to do the all-together thing if you know what I mean.  
Kelly and I usually prefer to enjoy ourselves alone with the other 
couple.”

Keith and Camille looked a little confused and I did myself.  Yes, there 
separate beds but so far as I was concerned those didn't qualify for the 
intimacy trademark.  Then we all got a surprise...

Steve walked over to the door in the sidewall, the one that interconnects 
hotel rooms like when you have a big family or a party to let people go 
between room without having to go out in the hallway and disturb people.  
He undid the bolt lock and opened the door.  The door to the other room 
was open as well leading to a room that was essentially a mirror image of 
this one.

“So now Kelly and Keith can have their own room while Camille and I can 
have ours as well.  I suggest we leave the doors shut but unlocked.  
Anybody have a preference in rooms?”

Once again my guys proved himself to be a wonderfully thoughtful husband.  
I had no idea when he had worked out the second room but I wasn't going 
to complain, that was for sure!

Meanwhile Keith and Camille seemed a little confused as well.  I imagine 
that after the events of the morning they probably accepted that they 
would be doing it again under the same conditions as their first time 
which meant in view of the other while they each had sex with someone 
else.  Now things were going to be much more intimate and private.  Yes, 
it was exactly what I’d wanted but hopefully it would turn out that way 
for everyone else before it was over.

Keith and Camille whispered something between them and it was Camille 
that did the talking this time.

“Well, we really weren't expecting this to be honest.  So you mean I will 
be spending the entire night alone with Steve?” she said slowly but 
firmly, “And the same goes for Keith and Kelly?”

Since she was talking now I figured it was my turn to contribute to the 
dialogue.

“Are you OK with that?  After all, this IS suppose to be a swap, not a 
gangbang.”

I asked the question while looking directly at Camille as I had the idea 
it was her with the doubts.  After everything else today, it was a little 
late to say no to anything I would think.

Camille shrugged and stood a little straighter saying, “Well, let’s give 
it a shot then.  This is what you wanted, isn’t it honey?”

Oh boy, now THAT was a warning sign if I ever saw one but thankfully 
Keith just smiled at her and took her hand and squeezed it.

“Well what are we waiting for?” Steve asked enthusiastically, “Let’s get 
fucking!”

I winced a little at that one as it things still seemed a little delicate 
in the room but didn’t say anything to bring any more attention to his 
words.  Steve reached out for Camille’s hand and escorted her into the 
other room, closing the door behind them.

“Well, I guess that leaves you and me,” Keith observed, stating the 
obvious.

“How about I just take off this dress before it gets ruined and we can 
talk a little bit first,” I offered.

“And me?” he asked before I had a chance to do anything.

“You look fine for the moment,” I assured him, “Here... help me with the 
zipper.”

I turned my back to him but I could still see the both of us in the 
mirror over the desk.  His hands felt a little cold as he carefully undid 
the clasp and then worked the delicate zipper down slowly.

“You know for what they charge for women’s clothing you would think they 
could make them a little easier to deal with,” I commiserated with him as 
he struggled.

With it unzipped I carefully stepped out of it, leaving me with just my 
heels, thong and jewelry still on.  The cool air in the room quickly 
brought my exposed nipples to their fully heightened state of arousal.  I 
laid the dress carefully out over the back of the chair.  I turned to him 
and saw his eyes involuntarily drop to my breasts which were now in plain 
view.

“Just sit and relax for a few,” I prodded him and after he had, I took a 
seat sitting sideways on the edge of the bed with my right leg under me 
and my left leg up against his leg with my foot barely touching the floor 
for balance.

“You can put your arm around me,” I said softly and then giggled, “After 
all we DID have sex about twelve hours ago, didn’t we?”

That seemed to break the ice a little as he put his arm around me with 
his hand on my opposite hip.

“You know, we really haven’t had a chance to just, well, you know, TALK,” 
I started as I laid my left hand on the top of his leg on his pants.  “Is 
there anything you want to ask me first before things get too heavy?”

At first he didn't say anything but I just kept quiet - an old lawyer’s 
trick my dad had taught me.  “Nature abhors silence,” he’d told me long 
ago, “If you want someone to say something, then just sit and don't say a 
word.  Sooner or later they will fill the room with words.”  My dad was 
always right about such things...

“Ok a couple of things,” Keith blurted out, “I feel silly asking though.

“Awwwwww, nothing you ask me is silly.”

“OK then... How many men have you had sex with?”

“Why does it matter?” I asked, stalling until I could figure out where he 
was coming from.

“I don't know,” he said in more a mumble than a real voice, “Guess I’m 
just curious.”

“Twelve,” I answered lying through my teeth, “At least if you count full 
penetration.”

That seemed to relieve him somewhat.  I figure there are three reasons 
why men ask that question.  First, the male ego thing.  Guys want to be 
the “best she ever had” and that’s not easy when she’s fucked a couple of 
hundred other men before him.  Second, concern over STDs as the more 
partners you have, the greater the odds.  Then lastly, some guys just 
don't want to have sex with a slut.  Sort of stupid I know, but that’s 
been reason for a number of guys.  Whatever Keith’s reason, we were past 
that now.

“When did you start?”

I smiled and patted him on the thigh.  “You first.. tell me when you lost 
yours.”

Keith seemed a little less anxious to answer than he had been to ask but 
nonetheless he did.

“Seventeen, it was horrible.  Neither of us knew what we were doing.  I 
mean I didn’t even really know for sure how to do it.  Don’t laugh - I 
didn't’!  We never saw each other again after that.”

I grinned, trying not to embarrass him.  “Well I was fourteen and Steve 
was my first.”

“THIS Steve?” he asked, his voice rising a little with disbelief. I 
explained to him about how we started and then him moving away and how we 
got back together ten years or so later.

“Wow, I guess you guys were meant to be together, weren’t you?”

I agreed totally.  I’d been convince since the first time I’d blown him 
that I would marry Steve.  That belief was shaken when he moved away but 
the moment he first kissed me after he returned I knew it was only a 
matter of time before I wore his ring.

He paused and I asked, “Anything else?”

There was something bothering him but he seemed too embarrassed to ask.  
Finally he seemed to take a breath and asked, “I know you don’t have kids 
and so you aren’t into this sort of thing, but you might know about it.  
I’ve heard rumors that there is another membership level to this group... 
one that includes families.  Camille would KILL me if she knew I was even 
thinking about this, let alone discussing it with you.”

“I guess that depends on what we’re discussing Keith,” I responded 
without taking one side or the other, “Who told you about such a thing?”

He paused again and then as my hand worked its way closer to his crotch 
he responded.  “Our neighbors are the ones who suggested we try this.  
I’ve had a few talks to the father and he seemed to hint that more than 
just his wife and he were doing... stuff.  They have a couple of kids but 
their daughter looks really young for that sort of thing, or at least a 
lot younger than Emily.”

“So Emily is your daughter?” I asked.  He nodded and I asked, “Only 
child?”  He nodded again.  “How old?”  He told me that she had just 
turned fifteen.

There was more there, I knew it, but before I went down that road I 
figured I’d better up the ante a little.  Taking his right hand which had 
had been resting on his leg, I pulled it up to my breast and planted his 
palm on me.

“You know, you CAN touch me while we’re talking,” I said in what I hoped 
was an inviting tone of voice.

He dint say anything but he DID cup my breast and played with my nipple 
between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and tugging on it gently.

“Isn’t that better?” I teased him gently and then decide to go for it.

“So does Camille know about your feelings for Emily?”

Keith stiffened.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to her, promise,” I assured him, “Why 
else bring up all this stuff about the neighbors and such?”

He didn't say a word yet although his hand was back to massaging my boob 
again.

“You know Keith, it’s only natural for a father to have such feelings for 
his daughter at her age.  After all, you may be her father but you’re 
still a man,” I said as I moved my hand into his crotch and pressed my 
hand against his stiffening cock.  Oh yeah, the big head might be 
reluctant to discuss all this but not so when it came to the little head.

“But it’s incest... and Camille would cut off my nuts if she ever found 
out.”

“Found out what?”

“It’s not fair,” he went on complaining as if he hadn't heard me, “She 
wears practically nothing around the house and her bikinis keep getting 
smaller in all the same places she’s getting larger.  And she knows it... 
I know damn well she does.  Anytime she wants something she sits on my 
lap and grinds her cute little bubble butt on me and daddy caves in every 
time.  I mean what the hell is a man SUPPOSE to feel?  I’m not a eunuch 
for crying out loud.”

“Here... let’s try something,” I told him as I quickly slipped my thong 
down my legs and over my heels.  I crawled up on the bed naked except for 
my shoes and laid on my back down the center of the bed with my head 
propped up by two pillows.  The comforter was still off from this morning 
so the cool sheets felt good against my nude body.  Parting my legs just 
enough, I turned my head to him.

“Close your eyes Keith,” I said softly.  When he did I continued, “Now 
tell me what your favorite fantasy is about Emily... tell me what you 
like to think about most when you masturbate about her.”

That last part was pushing a little as he hadn’t ever actually admitted 
to jerking off about his daughter but I knew from past experience that 
making a statement as if it’s fact often serves to confirm that it IS 
fact.”

Keith sighed, maybe it qualified for a moan. “Oh my god... she’s 
sleeping, wearing just a light cotton T-shirt that’s too short to cover 
anything.  I peek in her bedroom and see she’s thrown off her covers and 
sheet and is lying there all but naked in the moonlight.”

I had a pretty good idea where this was going so rather than waste time 
with the details I figured it would be best to go for the real thing.

“Touch me Keith... close your eyes as you do and pretend I’m Emily.  Then 
touch me and tell me what you think about her.”

He hesitated at first.  Somehow I doubted that this was what he had been 
expecting for this evening but for me it was quite titillating.  Keith 
scooting over on the bed until he was lying on his side, propped up on 
one elbow as he laid alongside me.  While I was for all practical 
purposes fully nude, he was still for all intents and purposes I was 
naked as the day I was born.

“That’s it daddy, keep your eyes closed and imagine we’re in my bedroom,” 
I encouraged him as I assumed the role of his daughter.

His hand reached for my ankle, grasping it with just his fingers as he 
ran them up and down in small movements.  Then he started running the 
backs of his fingertips up my leg, not quite to my knee before going back 
down to my ankle.  He was so light I could barely feel the tips of his 
fingers against my freshly shaved leg.  The room was as quiet as a church 
mouse.

“You can talk Keith... she can't hear you... tell me what you’re 
thinking... what you’re feeling... what you want and desire.”

“God I want to just touch her legs, feel her warm smooth skin.  Damn 
they’ve filled out perfectly - not all thin and skinny anymore.  
Sometimes I put my hand on her thigh when she’s on my lap... makes me 
feel so damn horny when she lets me do that.”

Slowly he worked his way up my bare leg, circling his finger around my 
knee, caressing every square inch as he progressed.  I kept quiet, 
playing the role of his sleeping teenage daughter.  The bed moved 
slightly as he readjusted his position so he could more easily move 
further up my legs.  He gently caressed one, then the other, switching 
back and forth as each time he did he moved just another fraction of an 
inch further up.  When he started to reach in between my thighs, I moaned 
softly and spread my legs further a party to make it easier for him.

“My god your thighs are so soft and smooth Kelly,” he murmured.

“Emily,” I corrected him and he quickly repeated what he’s just said, 
only this time calling me by his daughter’s first name instead.

Now he was using the palm of his hand in addition to his fingertips to 
caress my legs.  Inch by inch he silently worked his way upwards, the 
silence only interrupted by a periodic letting out of his breath, 
punctuated by a few words here and there, like “oh god”, “you feel so 
good”, or even now then a “oh god I love you so much” or something along 
those lines.  He wasn't really talking to me.  No, it was like he was 
communicating with his young daughter who was doing who knows what with 
her parents away.

I could only imagine how stiff his dick must be have been getting by then 
and I wanted badly to reach out and hold him but he still had on his 
pants and shirt so that was out of the question, at least for the time 
being.  It was erotic to be touched and caressed in this way while he was 
still ready to go out for dinner if he so chose - a pretty remote 
possibility at the moment if you were to ask me.

His hand was within inches now of my pussy when he would make a run up 
the inside of my thighs.  It was only a matter of time before he touched 
me there and I couldn't wait.  But then, right when I thought he was on 
target his hand made a detour and went up to my belly and circled my 
belly button.  Then he went down and up the outer side of my leg, this 
time dipping his hand down run along my hip with his fingertips barely 
moving to the underside of my butt.

“Oh Emily, your stomach is so flat, so smooth.  God you’re so beautiful.”

Now I also had my eyes closed, imagining that I was indeed Emily and how 
it would be to see her father doing to her what he was doing to me at 
this very moment in her own bedroom, lying on her own bed.

As he neared my breasts I wondered if he would make the same detour he’d 
pulled down lower and go up higher without actually touching my boobs but 
thankfully he drew the line at this point and I felt the backs of his 
fingers drag up my belly and then up and over the curvature of my bust, 
lightly teasing my nipples as his fingertips passed over them.  They were 
already quite aroused and sticking up like pencil erasers.  I wondered if 
he would suck on them but for now he seemed content to just play with 
them using his fingers.

“Oh baby I love you so much,” he whispered to me as he touched the side 
of my neck and ran his fingers though my hair.  Oh god, now THAT excited 
me.  There’s something about a man stroking my hair that is just such an 
incredible turn-on.

For the next fifteen or so minutes it just went on like that as he played 
gently over me from head to toe and back again.  The only taboo was my 
pussy - he never came closer than maybe an inch or so to me.  So far he 
was doing pretty well on his own without any real direction or 
encouragement from me other than at the start so I decided to let him 
progress at his own rate.  After all, we had all night, didn’t we?

Then came the moment I was waiting for.  No longer content with just 
touching me, I saw him struggle with his pants until he finally got them 
undone enough to allow his dick to pop out from the fly of his pants.  He 
was kneeling now, slowly jerking himself off as he continued to touch me.

“It’s OK daddy, you can do anything you want with me... anything daddy!”

It seemed to be the little nudge he needed as he inched his way closer to 
my head.  With his arm using the headboard to support himself, I felt the 
tip of his dick touching my shoulder and then rubbing along the top of my 
shoulder as he held it in his fist.  I just laid their motionless, 
wondering what he would do next.  If it had been “me” lying there, I’m 
sure it would have been easy to dangle his dick in front of my face and 
allow me to reach out and suck on it.

Ever so slowly, so slow at times I wondered if he would ever make it, his 
dick finally rested on my cheek, then onto my closed lips.  I parted my 
lips ever so slightly, not even to seem overly eager to suck him but 
enough to send a clear message - he was welcome.

Sure enough, he pressed the tip of his horny cock between my lips and 
pushed in ever so slightly.  I let my tongue extend out just enough to 
touch the tip of the head of his cock.

“That’s it baby, lick it... suck your daddy’s dick,” he said quietly but 
forcefully.

As I opened my mouth further, he took advantage of each opportunity to 
drive his dick further into my mouth until he was maybe half-way inside.  
I closed my lips down around him and started to suckle on his cock.  
Mmmmmmm, he tasted so good!

“Oh yeah Emily, just like that... just like that,” he moaned as I worked 
on his cock.  It was difficult to do much more than just suck and lick 
while he would move it in and out on his own at times.

As I slowly sucked on him he wet his fingers in his mouth and reached 
down to finally touch my pussy - that that I needed much assistance in 
the lubrication department.  He went straight for my clit, rubbing it 
gently against his fingertip.  Oh my god!  Now THAT felt good!

“I’ve wanted to touch you there since you wore that crazy bikini last 
summer.  I couldn't believe your mom even let you buy one like that.   
Well, she never would have had she a clue to what I was thinking when I 
saw it,” he laughed at his own joke.

My clit was throbbing as he touched me but he kept his dick in my mouth 
which sort of made it hard to say much of anything.  Not that I was 
complaining!  Then he started to work down my slit until he found my 
pussy hole, pressing his finger in easily considering I was already 
soaking wet.  He plunged in fist one and then two fingers deep inside of 
me, using his thumb then to rub my clit as he “fucked” me with his 
fingers while I continued with his dick in my mouth.

“I want you,” he said in a deep husky voice, “Oh god I want you so bad 
Emily.”

“Then what are you waiting for daddy?” I finally spoke as he sat back 
which allowed his dick to slip from my mouth and allow me to speak again.

He didn't answer but instead slid off the edge of the bed and stood up.  
He then rapidly ripped off his clothes until he was naked in front of me.  
It’s not like I hadn't seen him naked less than twelve hours before but 
there was something entirely different about the entire scene and 
atmosphere, something intensely erotic.

Had I done nothing I have no doubt the outcome would have been the same 
but I couldn't resist.  Why not make it a moment he would never forget?  
I knew what he wanted to hear.  The same words EVERY man wanted to hear 
from a girl but especially a father from his nubile young daughter...

“Fuck me daddy... I want you to fuck me now!”

He had his eyes open now but somehow I got the idea he was still looking 
at Emily.  His eyes had the crazy faraway look you see in a man’s eyes 
when he makes that transition from a normal man to a sexual entity.  It 
was the same look I saw in my dad’s eyes when we first started having sex 
and even still today, the same that I saw in my husband’s eyes when we 
made love.  It was almost frightening in its intensity, its animal-like 
ferociousness.  When I see I know one thing for sure - he was going to 
fuck me and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it, even if for 
whatever unimaginable reason I wanted to do something.

Keith moved to the end of the bed and grabbed my ankles, one in each 
hand.  Then in one strong pull he brought me down to the edge of the bed, 
spreading my legs apart and then pushing them back until they were almost 
against the side of my face. 

“Your pussy is so beautiful baby,” he moaned as he reached down to rub it 
while he stroked his erection.  The he pressed the head up against me, 
not enough to penetrate me but just enough to let me feel it trying.

“Tell me you want this Emily... tell me what you want daddy to do to 
you.”

Role-playing is not typically one of my strongest suits but in this case 
it was an incredible turn-on to pretend to be his daughter.

“Oh daddy, I love you.. Show me how much you love me.  Give me your love 
daddy, give me it all.”

“Oh yes baby, whatever you want,” he said as the last part sounded more 
forced as he pressed forward, shoving his dick inside of me.  

Granted, I’m sure Emily’s pussy wouldn't have allowed him to slide in 
quite so easily but then it wasn't like I was exactly loose either.  Even 
after having been sexually active for over fourteen years and granting 
access to hundreds of dicks, I like to think my pussy still holds up well 
in comparison to even a fifteen year-old.  OK, so maybe I’m being a 
little overly egotistical but it’s not like anyone’s complained to me 
about it.

“Oh daddy... deeper,” I moaned as I enjoyed the feel of him filling me.

At first he didn't say anything but instead he leaned into me and drove 
himself in until I felt the base of his dick pressing up against my ass.  
His pubic hair smashed up in between us, feeling like a soft hairbrush 
being run over my asshole.  Then with his dick fully imbedded, he groaned 
out loud.

“Oh god Emily, I want to fuck you so bad!”

For the next hour or so I managed to keep changing positions and 
manipulating him before finally he couldn't hold out any longer.  I was 
riding him cowgirl, facing him as his hands each held one of my boobs 
while I bounced on his dick.  Then I felt him jerk under me and I knew 
what was happening.

“That’s it daddy, cum in me,” I encouraged him, “Give me your love... I 
want all your love for me.”

He humped under me as I kept the pressure down on him, letting his splash 
his sperm deep inside of me each time I felt his hips push up against me.  
God he must have come a quart inside of me given the number of times he 
ejaculated!

When he finished, I stayed on top, letting my legs push out behind me as 
I leaned forward and laid on top of his chest.  He kissed the top of my 
head and it was then I realized that he hadn't kissed me once the entire 
time.  He hadn't even licked my pussy and if he was like 99% of the guys 
that fucked me, he wouldn't now that he’d cum in me.  I just turned my 
head and laid down on top of him, distributing my weight so as not to 
crush him and feeling his arms around me as he hugged me.

“Did you like that daddy?” I asked softly.

“That was amazing!” he gasped, trying to catch his breath, “But you can 
call me Keith now.”

I felt exhausted and now doubt he must have as well. As I laid there I 
felt his arms loosen and before long he started to snore a bit - nothing 
like a foghorn but still a bit annoying.  Then again I don't know of many 
guys who don’t, even those in their twenties, especially after a long 
round of sex.

Somewhere along the line I must have fallen asleep as when I opened my 
eyes I realized that I must have slipped off the side of him and was now 
laying against him with one arm and leg draped on top.  Keith was sound 
asleep and I saw his dick was laying flaccid to one side, barely even 
visible from this vantage point.  It was just too tempting to ignore!

One of the things I love about dicks is their independence.  It’s no 
wonder they are referred to as the “little head”.  Still, I would say 
that only applies in terms of physical size.  If you were going to base 
it on the amount of influence it exerts over a man in comparison to his 
so-called “big head”, we’d be swapping those names around without 
question.

What I’m referring to is the reaction I was getting as I gently stroked 
his cock as Keith slept soundly away oblivious to what I was doing.  Even 
though he was practically unconscious, his dick still responded to my 
ministrations.  When it started to harden, I gently got up enough to move 
down to his crotch and took him in my mouth.  Mmmmmmm, he still smelled 
and tasted like me!

Slowly his dick hardened in my mouth, a sensation that REALLY turns me 
on.  I love the way it extends further and further into my mouth and 
gradually fills me up as his dick lengthens and expands.  Keith wasn’t 
exactly huge so I didn't have to worry about deep-throating him per se 
but he DID fill me up satisfactorily when taking in to account his width.

As he got fully erect, I played gently with his hairy balls as I licked 
his cock up and down the sides and then played with the tip of his dick 
using my tongue only. All the while he never hardly so much as moved a 
muscle!  Just when I thought I might get him to cum without waking up, I 
heard him groan and his hands moved up to grab my head, more of an 
exploratory move than anything else.

“What the heck...?” he started to say when his eyes focused and the fog 
cleared from his “big” head enough to let home figure out what was 
happening to him.

“God, you never get enough, do you?”

I lifted my head to smile at him and licked my lips.  “Are you 
complaining?”

At that his eyes widened and he vigorously shook his head.

“Hell no!” he said emphatically, letting his hands drop to his sides.

“You’re going to fuck me again Keith, right now,” I said with not even a 
hint of uncertainty.

“Damn.... What time is it?” he said, his head evidently not in full gear 
yet.

“What difference does it make?” I chastised him, “I need to be fucked and 
you’re going to do it.  And this time you’re fucking ME, not your 
daughter.”

I didn't so much yell at him or try to be overly stern, but I wanted him 
to know he didn't really have a say in the matter and it was MY turn to 
be satisfied.

Actually, I didn't have any idea what time it was.  The clock on the 
nightstand was turned such that I couldn’t see the face and the heavy 
curtains were closed such that I wasn't even sure if it was dawn yet.  
For all I knew it might have been only a short time since we fell asleep 
or it could be almost time to meet back up with our spouses.  Oh well, 
even if the latter were the case, they would just have to wait.

We were both nude with the covers thrown off, with the only light coming 
from the bathroom where the light had been left on by one of us. Still it 
was more than sufficient to see by and even if it had been dark I don't 
think it would’ve mattered anyway.  Keith rolled over and pushed me on my 
back, pushing the length of his nude body against mine.  His dick was 
already erect and I could feel it pressing in to my hip as he scooted in 
closer.  He started to suck on my nipples but I was too horny to play 
around with that.

“Eat my pussy this time,” I told him, “Let’s see if you can make me cum.”

What I didn't add was that of he ever going to bring me to an orgasm it 
would be now.  True, too many men don't have a clue what to do when their 
face is between a girl’s thighs but as horny as I was at the moment if he 
couldn't then there was something seriously wrong!

Keith got between my legs and put his hands under my thighs just above my 
knees.  Then he lifted my up and back so my ass was off the bed and my 
pussy was open and available without having to get down to the level of 
the bed.  His tongues reached out and I shivered as I felt it run up 
between my pussy lips and then over my clit which was already swollen and 
ready to go.

“That’s it Keith, suck on it gently... not as hard as you were with my 
nipples... use your tongue more,” I instructed him.  “Oh yeah... right 
THERE!” I cried out as his tongue caressed my clit perfectly.  His lips 
surrounded it and his tongue dashed all over, twirling and lapping on my 
hyper-sensitive clit.

“Oh god YES!” I moaned as I felt first one finger and then a second 
penetrate my pussy as he continued to slobber all over my pussy.

Keith looked up at me and grinned, his face glistening in the soft light 
with the wetness of my pussy. “Damn, I LOVE you being shaved,” he said 
quickly as he caught his breath, “No hair in my teeth!”

I playfully smacked him on top of his head and he resumed his earlier 
position.  When he would go off course I’d correct him and the longer he 
went on the more I found myself enjoying him.

I felt my orgasm rising and put my hands on top of his head and pushed 
down on it crying, “Don't stop... don't you DARE stop now!”

God it felt so good!  Exactly what I’d woke up and found myself craving.  
I’m sure everyone has this moments when it’s like you can’t think of 
anything except sex and you’d do just about anything to have it.

Finally I just laid back with my head on the pillow, my legs being held 
up entirely by Keith as I just collapsed.  Keith lifted his head out of 
my crotch with a big grin on his face.

“So did I do good teacher?” he asked like a young boy.  For a moment I 
felt a bit of a jolt.  Just how the heck did he know I was a teacher?  
There are some things I never put on profiles on adult sites - one of 
them that I am a teacher.  Too many bad things can happen when people 
know that.  Then I realized he was just teasing me for giving him so many 
instructions.

“Not bad for a new student,” I teased him back.

“Did you cum?” he asked.

Like duh?  If that wasn't an orgasm than I don't know what was.  I nodded 
and he seemed to be happy with his accomplishment.

“So NOW can I fuck you?” he sighed, lowering my legs down but remaining 
kneeling between them.

I laughed and answered, “Why aren’t you in me already?”

He grinned broadly and reached down to grab me under my ass.  Then he 
lifted me up and pulled me into his thighs as he remained kneeling.  I 
felt his stiff dick immediately press against me as he got me in tight up 
against him.  My arms were outspread to balance myself as he maneuvered 
his cock until he literally popped inside of me!

“Damn you’re so much tighter than Camille,” he grunted as he pushed 
himself in deeper.  I suppose not having pushed a couple of babies 
through mine gave me an advantage that no mother could overcome but I 
accepted the compliment without saying anything about that.

Keith fucked me for maybe the next twenty to thirty minutes.  Without a 
clock in the room it could have been twice that long or half as it was 
impossible to tell.  This time we did it in a number of different 
positions.  This time when he came in me he was on top in a more 
traditional missionary position but I wasn't complaining one bit.

After I’d cum twice more and he had his finale we laid in bed spooning 
with me facing the center of the room as he pressed in behind me.  We 
were both exhausted and sweating but I REALLY felt good. 

“I really enjoyed this,” Keith whispered as he reached around me and 
cupped my boob in his hand, “God you’re incredible!  Your husband is a 
lucky man.”

It made me feel good to hear him say that.  “Just so you know,” I 
answered, “I like to think that I’m the lucky one for having a husband 
who lets me do this sort of thing.”

Keith chuckled.  “Well, speaking for the male population of the world, 
we’re all thankful for his generosity.”

Neither of us said anything for the next few minutes but I had a feeling 
something was on his mind so I just waited...

“I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of creep or pervert after last 
night,” he said haltingly.

“You mean all that stuff about Emily?”

He didn't answer right away but then replied, “Yeah... I suppose that 
must have sounded a little pathetic.”

I turned around until I was facing him and said firmly, “You have NOTHING 
to be embarrassed about or ashamed of... got that?  Actually I’d be far 
more concerned if you did NOT fantasize about her that way.  It’s only 
normal for a man to lust for a young girl, don't you agree?”

“Yeah but the problem is I really want to DO it,” he responded.

“What would Camille say if she knew?”

Keith grunted.  “She’d kill me.. but not until she cut off my dick first 
and stuffed it down my throat.”

Damn, this was getting pretty intense!

“Seriously, I think she somehow has the idea that our neighbors have sex 
with their kids and you should have heard her go on and on about it.  You 
would have thought they were torturing them instead of... well whatever 
you want to call it.”

I reached down and grabbed his dick and gave it a playful tug.

“Well Keith, my advice to you is to masturbate about Emily but other than 
that, stick to swapping.  You seem to have gotten though this one pretty 
well.”

Keith mumbled something and then said, “Guess I’m a little worried about 
Camille.  I hope everything went well for her with your husband.”

“His name’s Steve,” I reminded him as I gently tugged on his “leash”.

“Sorry, Steve then,” he apologized.

“She hasn’t come rushing back in her so I would take that as a good 
sign,” I observed.

Keith turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

“How do you deal with it Kelly?” he asked with a sigh.

“Deal with what?”

“Jealousy, worrying about comparisons, you know... that sort of stuff.”

“Awwwwww... so you’re worried that Camille will start comparing you to 
other men,” I observed.

“Well... yeah, he said so low I could barely hear him, “I mean look at 
me... my penis is smaller than Steve’s... actually smaller than most men 
I would say.  I could lose more than a few pounds, my hair on the top of 
my head is disappearing and reappearing in all sorts of places elsewhere.  
I haven’t had the experience of guys like Steve.  What if Camille isn’t 
happy with me anymore?”

I reached over and grabbed his dick again.  I guess I just enjoy holding 
dicks, what can I say?

“If anything I think it makes our marriage even stronger,” I answered 
him, “Sure I get laid by guys who are so-called ‘better’ than Steve in 
some ways but Steve is my husband and the only man I love and truly care 
about.  It makes me feel secure to know that he trusts me enough to be 
with other men and still want him afterwards.  It’s sort of the same for 
me.  I know Steve has sex with other partners much more erotic than me 
but when it’s over it’s me he comes home to.  Doesn’t that say 
something?”

He seemed to be digesting what I’d said so far so I continued saying, 
“Today when you go home, you will have the best sex of your marriage, 
trust me.  If you think of me, so what?  You’re going to be making love 
to your own wife and that’s what matters.”

Mmmmmmm, his dick was actually getting hard again!  I wondered when the 
last time he managed so many erections in such a short time.

“So tell me Keith, how does it feel to be with a woman other than your 
wife?”

Keith couldn't help but look down where I was stroking his dick which was 
gradually stiffening again.

“It still all seems a little crazy to be honest.  I mean, 24 hours ago 
I’d hadn't been with anyone but Camille since we started dating and 
now...”

I smiled at him and put my head against his chest.  “So do you like me 
stroking you like this?  Does Camille do this to you in the morning?”

Keith grinned at that one.  “Actually I have to admit Camille takes 
pretty good care of me.  I’ve never been one of those guys bitching that 
my wife wouldn't blow me after she got the ring.  Hell, if anything she’s 
more into oral sex now than she ever has been.”

I tried to suppress a giggle.  Odds were his wife’s increased “interest” 
in oral sex was more lie compensation for his lessening abilities as they 
got older.  Still, I was impressed.  It wasn't often that a man in his 
position admitted that his wife was good in bed, especially when it came 
to oral sex.

“Don't get me wrong though,” he chuckled, “You give the best head of any 
girl I’ve ever known.  Damn, I’d let you suck me as long as you wanted.”

Sounded like an invitation to me!  I moved down to his hairy crotch which 
now smelled deeply of sex and sweat.   Keith groaned as my mouth engulfed 
his rowing erection.

Just then the door opened between our rooms and Camille popped her head 
in.

“You guys decent?” she called out.

Both Keith and I laughed but I answered saying, “No, there hasn’t been 
anything decent in this room all night!”

That seemed to get everyone chuckling and in she walked with my husband 
right behind her.  It was sort of funny in that she was wearing a 
bathrobe but Steve was naked of course.  Camille turned on the lamp and 
saw her husband lying on his back with my mouth surrounding his now stiff 
dick.

“Oh, I thought you’d be done by now,” she said shyly.

Keith didn't seem to know what to say so I dropped his dick from my 
mouth, smiled and answered for us both. “Nahhhhh, I just enjoy holding 
his dick.  Trust me, it’s had quite a workout.”

I could have sworn Camille blushed but it was too dim to tell for sure.

“Well, his wasn't the only one,” Steve said as he opened his mouth for 
the first time since entering. 

“Oh Steve, you naughty boy,” Camille teased him - or at least I assumed 
she was teasing.  Then again I remembered Keith’s proud statements about 
his wife’s cock sucking abilities.

“So what do you guys think... breakfast in the restaurant or breakfast in 
bed?” Steve proposed. 

Keith started asking something about room service menus but his wife had 
my husband figured out better than that.

“He wasn't talking about eating FOOD in bed, Keith,” she said 
sarcastically.

Poor Keith, now it was his turn to look embarrassed so I decided to help 
things along.

“You know, for your first swap this has been pretty intense.  I don't 
know about the rest of you but I’m starved... for eggs and bacon that 
is.”

With two rooms we have two bathrooms and we ended up as couples again 
when it came time to split up between them.  It’s not like we debated it 
or even discussed it, it just happened.

As I showered Steve was peppering me with questions about the night.  It 
was like he wanted to know every detail.  Well, he was going to have to 
wait until we got back home to hear all that as we made love in our own 
bed.

As I had told Keith, one of the great things about swapping was the 
incredible sex after returning back home.  I had the idea that today was 
going to be an even more special event!

THE END