Subject: Catching Up
Story Codes: MF Mf FF incest father mother daughter adultery
Posted: April 10, 2014
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It’s been quite a while since I’ve provided any updates making this the
longest stretch since I first started my on-line diary over ten years
ago. Wow, sometimes it’s hard to believe it’s been that long! So
anyways... Sorry for the drought and I appreciate your patience while I’m
trying to catch up. Because it’s been so long since my last posting I
thought I would go over a few things before getting into what happened
this day so bear with me... or skip to Chapter 5!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Blessed
Chapter 2 - What Didn't Make It Into My Diary in 2013
Chapter 3 - Hopes and Dreams for 2014
Chapter 4 - Swapping
Chapter 5 - The Goldilocks Swap
Chapter 1 - Blessed
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This chapter is entitled "Blessed" because if I were to sum up my life in
one word I can't think of one more fitting. Hopefully anyone who knows
much of anything at all about me knows that I have an intense devotion to
my God and church. My goal is to live a life such that someday when I
stand before Him I’ll not be ashamed of anything I've done, nor be guilty
of not putting Him first in my life. Of course I’m human so I’m not
perfect - not by a long shot! Still, I DO try my best.
In return, I believe we’re rewarded during our time here on this earth.
Some people call it Karma which is OK with me so long as the principles
are the same. Now don’t take me wrong - I’m not saying that there’s some
super sugar daddy handing out treats when his pets perform. What I mean
is that when someone lives their life in accordance with Godly principles
then such rewards are simply a natural consequence. After all, God gave
us these rules for our benefit, not to enslave us.
OK, so maybe I'm not the best when it comes to making religious analogies
but hopefully my point is getting across. I’m fully aware that there are
people who would claim that some of the things I’ve done in my life are
sinful and perhaps even blasphemous. Well, they’re entitled to their
opinions just as I hope they show the same respect for mine. My point
being, I can't understand how anyone can truly stand up and say that
submitting yourself biblically to God, your parents and husband can EVER
be wrong. Yes, the needs and demands in doing so vary a lot between
different families and cultures but that doesn't mean anyone has the
right to judge someone else. Also, I’m talking about TRUE submission
from a loving and respectful perspective, NOT some kinky BSDM fantasy.
Growing up as a typical teenager I was like most other girls in that I
had a difficult time understanding my parents and some of their beliefs,
especially my mother’s. It’s no stretch to say that I wasn't the perfect
child by any means and indeed I was often quite rebellious as I struggled
to make my own way in the world. Still, looking back I can see how my
mother’s patient perseverance paid off as I couldn't help but absorb her
teachings - both direct through her words and indirect through observing
her actions. As is often said, a picture paints a thousand words.
Perhaps one of the most significant “lessons” from my mother, if I can
call it that, was when I first witnessed my parents having sex. I was
sixteen at the time and even though my parents didn’t hide much from me,
there were still limits and lines not to be crossed. For example, in our
family nudity was tolerated but not exactly encouraged. It was OK given
the proper time and place but just flaunting yourself was being impolite.
Thus being naked in the hot tub together as a family was fine whereas
running around the house buck naked for no reason was not. Similarly,
sharing the bathroom or even a shower was OK but sitting nude on the
kitchen was not (not to mention the sanitary issues). Thus it just
followed naturally that KNOWING my parents enjoyed an active sex life was
one thing but actually SEEING them was a different story. Not that it
was WRONG per se, just not proper etiquette.
Without beating the subject to death, it’s all sort of like the
difference between something being pornographic versus erotic. Your
typical porn is exploitive of women with little if any redeeming value.
Fantasy situations are depicted which lead to improper stereotypes and
promotion of unsafe behaviors. Porn misleads men into thinking
situations are “normal” such as when a woman says NO she really means
YES. As such, porn can be dangerous as well as destructive. On the
other hand, while often drawing on fantasy, eroticism is more in lines of
art than exploitation. To use the same example, I didn’t have to see
them for it to be erotic knowing my parents were having sex.
In comparison to sex, my parents encouraged open masturbation so I often
saw my dad jerking off to his porn collection or a hot girl on a TV show.
The key being that like nudity I was taught early that there was a big
difference between dealing with your natural urges as needed versus
putting on a sex show. For example, it was OK for me to touch myself
while watching a hot guy on TV just so long as I didn’t make a big deal
out of it. I’m sure there are people who will roll their eyes at this
but when you think about it it’s just common sense. Like really, what’s
the point in sneaking up to your room later to do something in secret
that everyone knows you’re doing - and they do as well?
So along those lines, while I was well aware that my parents enjoyed an
active sex life (the wall between our bedrooms was pretty thin), it was
only brought up occasionally and never something they did in front of me.
In fact, it was one of the few times that a bedroom door was shut in our
house unless we had visitors. There were times, especially when I was
younger, that I would daydream about what they were doing. As I grew
older I came to better understand that it wasn’t that they were ashamed
for me to watch them or that they thought it was indecent for me to see
them but rather more that they wanted to be sure that when that day came
that I was mature enough to understand the difference between fucking and
making love.
Indeed, my parents’ wisdom was evidenced as that was exactly how I saw
them that first night when I came home early from a party without warning
them. Unknown to them I just happened to look out my bedroom window onto
the deck below where my parents were making love on the edge of the hot
tub. By then I’d been having sex myself for over two years and exposed
to my father’s porn collection long before it wasn’t like I was seeing
anything new. Yet in another sense I WAS witnessing something I’d never
seen before. Watching my parents together for the first time I suddenly
understood what it meant to make love to someone and how that differed
dramatically from sex as I knew it. It also initiated something else
that was totally new for me - a sudden and intense desire to have that
same sort of relationship with my father. I’d always loved my father but
here was an entirely new way of showing him and sharing those feelings
with him. Just as my mother was showing her love for him as his wife and
lover, so too I wanted to but as his daughter. Indeed, it was truly what
you would call a life-changing revelation.
People seem to think that girls like me grow up being “groomed” for
incest by our parents and that’s the real reason why we want to have sex
with our fathers, even if we supposedly don’t realize that this is the
true underlying cause. This is offensive to me as it implies
manipulation and deceit, not to mention a great deal of naivety on my
part. OK, so I’ll go along with that line of thought in child abuse
cases where people are having sex with girls far too young to fully
understand their actions, like those that claim to have sex with six
year-old girls or even younger. It would also be unrealistic of me to
say that this isn’t the case in many instances of incest where men claim
to want to love their daughters but really all they want is to fuck an
underage girl. All this is why I don’t promote the legalization of
incest or its expanded practice. However, there ARE exceptions and in my
case nothing could be further from the truth.
If anything, the exposure I was given to sex in terms of open
masturbation and having my parents watch me having sex with my boyfriends
had the exact opposite effect. You could say that it was sort of like
being inoculated. By NOT hiding such things from me and NOT making sex
in general taboo it took away the urge to explore and rebel by doing what
I knew I shouldn’t. I learned early in my babysitting career that the
easiest way to get a young child to so something is to tell them NOT to
do it!
As a result, whether people want to believe it or not, I never even once
even THOUGHT about having sex with my dad until that night watching my
parents making love for the first time. Oh sure I knew my dad would get
erections because of me - it was sort of obvious when I sat on his lap
and felt him poking me in the butt. Yes, I knew he sometimes masturbated
when he would spy on me as I was being fucked by one of my boyfriends.
Still, none of that meant he actually wanted to have sex with ME. My mom
would always tell me that yes, he had been my father since I was born but
he had ALWAYS been a man and he would ALWAYS react as a man. It’s not
like men can control their erections. Many times I’ve said that a man’s
penis is the best lie detector in the world. On top of everything else,
I was his daughter and in our culture girls learn that they don’t have
sex with their dads. Keep in mind that until my dad started fucking me I
had no idea about my mother’s incestuous relationship with her own
father. What little I knew about incest was just the negative stuff you
read in newspapers and see on TV.
It was rather ironic that when I finally came to realize that I could
please my father in a sexual manner that I was more worried that he might
not even WANT me in that way or even worse, that I might somehow offend
him and in doing so, damage our relationship. Given the 20/20 vision of
hindsight such worries seem laughable now but at the time I was really
concerned. Little did I know then that he’d been lusting to have sex
with me since the day I first gave him a hand-job under the watchful eye
of my mother almost eight years earlier! Well, chalk that up to another
area where I think my mother was wrong. It was due to her insistence
that my dad was forced to keep his true feelings for me hidden away.
Thanks to her I’m the one today who feels guilty because my father was
robbed of the opportunity to take my virginity, something I now believe
is a father’s right.
So call it Karma, God’s blessing, or just plain old coincidence. All I
know is that once I started submitting myself to my dad in a proper
biblical manner it WAS like I was being rewarded. Seeing the intense
look in my father’s dark eyes when he was buried deep inside of me, the
joyous expression on his face as he would fill me with his sperm, and
finally his heavy sighs of fulfillment as he slowly dwindled inside of me
afterwards is something I can’t imagine not having experienced. While
our relationship had always been close before that day when we first did
it, once we started having sex regularly it was like our relationship
moved to a totally different level. Yes, I still had a teenager’s
moments of rebellion and I know at times I must have disappointed him but
at least we now had something special that never failed to bring us back
together again.
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Another area where I feel blessed may sound a little vain yet at the same
time it’s not something to be ashamed of either. When I look in the
mirror I may spot every blemish and fault but at the same time I also
realize that God has blessed me with a sexy body that most men find
desirable. Frankly, I really haven’t done anything to deserve this in
terms of helping things out by working out, dieting, etc. It’s been
literally a blessing, a true gift from God!
Along those lines, another lesson from by my mother was not to be afraid
to use the gifts that God has given us. For me, those gifts include my
body and sexuality which means using them! Thus not only am I unashamed
in any way to being a slut, if anything I’m quite proud of it (at least
given how I define the term). One thing though - do NOT call me a whore!
The key difference between a slut and a whore is that whores allow men to
use their bodies in whatever way they want just for money. In stark
contrast, sluts like me use our bodies to get what WE want. When a guy
is with a whore he knows up front what he’s getting and in general that’s
exactly what he gets - and nothing more. When a guy dates a slut like me
he may have hopes and expectations but there are no guarantees. Then
again, if anything he might get even more if he plays his cards right!
Being a slut has other advantages and benefits as well. Like I almost
never pay for much of anything when it comes to movies, clothes, jewelry,
or whatever - at least when a guy’s involved. I think it’s so cool that
guys never complain when I cut in line, arrive late, or what I wear.
Most of all I LOVE the looks I get - both the stares from the men who
lust for me and the frowns from their wives and girlfriends who feel
threatened by me. Admit it girls - it’s exciting to be a flirt and even
more so to know that you can drive men to do things they might never have
done if they hadn’t met a girl like you.
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When it comes family in general few people are more blessed than me. Oh
sure there are a few odd branches in my family tree that aren’t exactly
what I’d choose given a choice but overall I’ve no serious complaints.
Over the course of the years I’ve had sex with both of my father’s
brothers and several of my cousins as well as my mom’s sister. That
leaves out the majority of my family but that’s OK. If anything it just
makes it all the more exciting to sit around at a family gathering and
exchange knowing glances while the others haven’t a clue. Personally I
find this most satisfying when it comes to a couple of my sanctimonious
aunts. It’s a lot easier to shrug off their disparaging comments about
how I dress and act knowing that I’m fucking their husbands behind their
backs.
Other than a few friends, there’s really nobody in particular that I have
sex with on a regular basis outside of my family. When it comes to my
friends, so far as sex goes it’s only with a few and even then rather
rare. Thus while most of my more “memorable” experiences (and hence
associated diary entries) tend to revolve around me having sex with
strangers and friends, when it comes to casual sex without the stress and
worries nothing beats family.
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Of course, nothing has been more of a blessing to me than my incredible
husband. If nothing else proves God’s will it would have to be my
marriage. Like how amazing is it that the sixteen year-old boy who took
my virginity back when I was just fourteen would wind up marrying me ten
years later? Sure there were hundreds of guys in between those two
events but what else but a miracle from God could have brought Steve back
into my life?
I may be a little biased but my husband is the most marvelous man any
girl could ask for. Of course I’ll always submit to him as a proper wife
should, but nobody can ever accuse me of being his slave or bitch. Steve
not only loves me totally and lusts for me now more than the day we first
dated, most importantly he RESPECTS me. It’s a little awkward at times
in that Steve isn’t exactly a fan of incest, much to the chagrin of his
sister back in high school I might add. Yet while he refuses to be
anywhere nearby when I’m having sex with my dad, at the same time this
amazing man has never discouraged me from fulfilling my obligations as a
daughter. As for what will happen someday when our daughter gets
older... that’s still out with the jury but regardless of the outcome I
know he’ll love her unconditionally. I’ve always said that I don’t have
sex with my dad so that he will love me - but rather I have sex BECAUSE
he loves me. In the same way I know Steve will love our precious gift
from God regardless of whether he allows her to give him the gift of true
submission.
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In many other areas of my life I’ve also been richly blessed. Take my
teaching career for example. Sure there were some speed bumps along the
road but now I look back at those times and I can see how God was testing
me. Yes, there were times when I had to do things that at the time I
thought were unfairly forced upon me but now I look back and see how I
was ultimately strengthened by them. As a result, today I have exactly
what I’ve always dreamed of - I’m teaching 8th grade at a school that’s
well-funded, pays well with extraordinary benefits, along with a parent-
driven curriculum and level of support that would be the envy of any
school district in the country.
Finally, and although I list it last it’s really first in priority, I’m
blessed to enjoy an intimate, personal relationship with my Lord and
Savior. For sure I’m not perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination,
but I DO try to keep God number one in everything in my life. I attend
church faithfully and participate in a number of groups including women’s
bible studies, youth ministries and neighborhood outreach programs.
Indeed, outside of work I think I spend more time in church-related
activities than anything else. My hope is that my life, both public and
private, serves as an offering to God and that He is pleased with all
that I say and do.
I suppose I could go on but those are the top areas where I feel I have
been and continue to be blessed. The only reason I mention them is to
bring context into my reflections of the past year and to provide a
better understanding when it comes to my hopes for the new year.
Chapter 2 - What Didn't Make It Into My Diary in 2013
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People ask me all the time when I’ll publish a new diary entry. When it
came to deciding what and when to post, several factors enter the
equation...
First and most important, I try to restrict my diary entries to events
that have an impact on my life - both positive or negative. For example,
I was once raped back in college while engaging in some rather foolhardy
things. Even though it was a “negative” experience at the time, in the
end it served a useful purpose in my life by driving me out of the escort
business before anything more serious happened. Thus I posted it in my
diary even though some people ask me why I would write about such things.
Well, it’s now part of who I am for better or worse.
Next, it needs to be something worth the effort to write about. Most of
my diary stories are rather lengthy, not novel length but more than just
short stories. Why go through the bother of writing a few paragraphs
about a quick blowjob?
Finally, and most importantly of late, I need the time to sit down and
write it out. Many of my diary stories get started without ever being
finished. Finally enough time goes by that I just don’t bother and start
working on something new. Such was the case in 2013 where I posted fewer
stories than usual. People should understand that being pregnant, having
a kid, keeping up with my job, being a wife, serving in my church and so
on has kept me just a little bit busy! So sorry folks, writing erotic
stories simply hasn’t been at the top of my priority list!
So what did NOT make it in? Well, a brief summary...
Swapping
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For the most part I didn’t write about our swapping events. While Steve
is more into the party scenes I find swapping with other married couples
to be much more satisfying and fulfilling. I suppose that to be fair,
it’s only natural for us have these difference. Steve is like any man in
that he’ll fuck any pussy made available to him. Oh sure he has his
preferences - the younger the better (to a point) but trust me, he would
never refuse a sexy grandmother. Most of the couples we swap with are
older which means the wives are usually older than Steve and I can say
for certain that he doesn’t protest!
On the other hand, I enjoy swapping more because unlike the sex parties,
there’s an element of intimacy that’s missing when everyone is just
trading back and forth. Heck, half the time at a party I never even know
the first name of the guy fucking me. Actually I’ve always preferred
one-on-one sex when it comes to my own satisfaction. It’s not that I
don’t enjoy parties - sex is sex after all and sometimes it’s nice just
to do it without any real thought or need to be worried about your
partner. I’m just saying what I PREFER, not what I limit myself to
doing.
People always ask if when we swap if we share a room or do it separately.
Once again, another example of the difference between men and women in my
opinion. If it was up to Steve, we’d share the same bed because I know
nothing gets him going so much as seeing his wife being fucked by another
guy. As for me, while I’m not bothered by the sight of my husband
fucking another women it doesn’t really get me all that excited either.
Certainly I’m pleased to see him enjoying himself but really, what’s in
it for me? As for having him watch me, now THAT I do enjoy immensely,
just as I loved it back in school when my dad would watch me being fucked
by my boyfriends. Why? Hard to say other than I love them seeing how
much other men want me so that they want me even more themselves.
So.... given the option I’d disappear into separate bedrooms for the
night and enjoy the intimacy of having sex with a total stranger - one
whom I’ll likely never see again. Then again, it’s important to me that
Steve is happy so sometimes we’ll all stick together for his benefit.
Nowadays we swap every few weeks or so, sometimes maybe going a month or
more in between. I think it’s been good for our marriage so I don’t like
to go TOO long between couples. That said, hardly any of those times
have made it into print and hopefully now, based on all I just described,
you understand why. In my humble opinion swapping is a great way to keep
a marriage fresh and it’s one of only a few activities where you can
clearly demonstrate your true commitment and love for your partner.
Being with another person for the night and then returning home to have
sex in our own bed again is like a shot of adrenalin to our marriage!
Still, are most such encounters “diary worthy”? Usually not.
Underage Sex
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Based on the e-mail responses, another area that many guys want to hear
about are the family-oriented parties we attend. Unfortunately for them
these are probably the events that I LEAST like to write about. Now I’m
not going to try and be all uppity and pretend that I don’t enjoy them -
indeed I do... a LOT. That said, it doesn’t mean that afterwards I’m
looking forward to the next one. Although I wouldn’t exactly call it
feeling guilty, there HAVE been issues in my past that I’d rather keep
buried that tend to rise again during such events.
The reason that I say I don’t feel guilty is that these parties are not
like the crap that’s posted on the Internet. If anything, from
everything I’ve witnessed the ones who seem to enjoy the parties the most
are the kids! Again, let’s not forget that this isn’t the Internet.
We’re not dealing here with little kids that are being abused and
manipulated. It’s not really fair for people to say anything if they
haven’t witnessed a twelve or thirteen year-old girl approach father
other than her own and see how she totally wraps him around her finger.
There’s no doubt who has complete and total control. Talk about a great
way to instill empowerment and self-confidence! Not to mention it’s a
perfect opportunity to let kids enjoy themselves in a safe, supportive
environment.
Before anyone accuses me of being clueless or just plain stupid, of
course I know full well that the fathers go so they can safely fuck the
young daughters of other men. Same goes for the moms and sons although
the dynamics are different. Still, it’s not like those same daughters
aren’t just as anxious to take advantage of their newfound sexuality?
And what young horny teenage boy hasn’t masturbated thinking of fucking
his friend’s mother? What’s wrong with giving him the opportunity? One
thing that surprised me when we first got started was that while I’m sure
that it’s practiced by some of the families, many of those who attend do
NOT believe in incest which is why it’s not allowed. Same goes with same-
sex couplings - straight sex only, at least at the parties.
I mentioned earlier that my biggest issue revolves around how these
parties resurrect some unpleasant memories. Even though I know it
shouldn’t bother me, the connection between the family parties and my
parents’ divorce does. My mom and dad were married for over 25 years and
I always assumed that they would be until they died. Indeed, my goal
growing up was to meet the perfect husband and emulate their marriage.
Yet even a love as deep as theirs couldn’t overcome my father’s addiction
to young girls. My mother has always been opposed to underage sex as a
rule but never said anything so long as my father was able to satisfy his
needs through porn and fantasy. My mother was also opposed to adultery,
which she defined a little more narrowly than me so other than a few
times with my mom’s and my best friends, my dad never had sex outside our
family after he married my mom. Thus for him to have sex with a young
girl that he wasn’t related to was in effect a double whammy - and a line
he didn’t dare cross regardless of the temptations. It also helped that
as he got older and the urges grew stronger with the increasing age
differential that he was able to have sex with me and my cousins when we
became teens. My mom wasn’t against incestual sex with young girls - it
was family after all.
Unfortunately both me and my cousins grew up and while my dad certainly
didn’t mind having sex with us, it wasn’t the same for him as when we
were younger. Thinking she was helping him out, my Aunt Linda introduced
my dad to the family sex parties that she helps to organize.
Unfortunately she didn’t quite think it through enough and never asked my
mom about it beforehand. Once my Aunt Linda invited my dad to the first
one everything changed. Like how could a fantasy porn girl compete with
the real thing? Needless to say my mother was appalled. While she knew
her sister had been involved in such parties for years starting back
shortly after her divorce, so long as she kept her involvement limited to
her and her own daughter my mom kept her mouth shut. It was only when my
dad started going to them with her sister that my mom had issues - severe
issues. This wasn’t family anymore, it was just pure sexual lust on his
part.
Addictions, be they to drugs, cigarettes, porn or underage sex, can be
extremely powerful. Just watch the news and see how many people do
incredibly stupid things because of the influence of their particular
addiction. So it was with my dad. I can’t really be mad at him no
different than I could be mad if he had become an alcoholic. It simply
wasn’t something he could control. I’m sure had my aunt not provided him
with the opportunity he would have never sought out such things for
himself yet when it DID happen, can he really be faulted for being unable
to say no? How much temptation is a man expected to resist?
There come times when a person has to make difficult decisions. How far
can you compromise your core values and morals before your life becomes a
sham? Even my Aunt Linda, with little in the line of morals, was forced
to divorce her husband when he couldn’t deal with her incestuous
relationship with her father. Even though it meant having to become s
single mother for her young baby daughter, she was left with no choice
when he made the ultimatum. You can divorce your husband but your father
is forever.
In a similar vein, my mother tried everything she could to help my father
control his sexual urges but once the gates were opened there was no
stopping things. Given her devout moral values when it came to adultery
and underage sex, she was left with no choice but to leave my father.
Today she lives in Oregon near her best friend Tammy. She occasionally
visits and gets along fine with my dad and it kills me to see them
together because I can still see that love between them. Still, I know
she will never move back so long as he stays involved in the family
parties - something I also know he will likely never be able to turn away
from.
Even so, it’s not this so much that turns me off about the parties. No,
it’s more seeing how much my own husband is on a similar path to the one
taken by my father. The difference is that while I was raised by my
mother and absorbed many of her lessons, we don’t necessarily agree on
everything...
Like probably most men who get the opportunity, Steve LOVES fucking young
girls. I don’t blame him as really, the only thing keeping most men from
having sex with young girls is lack of opportunity and Steve has been
given such opportunity. Thankfully, unlike my father, who only has sex
with older women when it involves family, Steve also enjoys sex with
older women in general. Thus we both can satisfy our sexual appetites
without infringing on the other, possibly leading to a situation such as
the ones faced by my mom and her sister. Indeed, in some ways I almost
blame my mother for the divorce in that had she allowed him to have sex
with other women rather than taking such a firm stand about adultery then
maybe he wouldn’t have fixated his fantasies so strongly on young girls.
So long as it continues to work, I don’t try to dissuade my husband from
his occasional dalliances with underage girls. Although I usually turn
down his invitations, I do occasional accompany him just to be a good
wife and support my husband. And yes, I DO enjoy myself so it’s not like
I’m taking a bullet for him. Any women claiming NOT to find it
exhilarating to be fucked by a young horny teenage boy is simply not
being truthful! Still, attending such a party and writing about it are
two separate things. While I’ll occasionally do so, in general I don’t
mention them and I don’t expect to write a lot about them either.
Masturbation
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Anyone who knows me knows at all knows that I LOVE to masturbate, even if
they don’t know any other details of my sex life. I was masturbating
with my girlfriends in middle school long before having sex. An none of
this crap about getting enough sex so I don’t need to masturbate. Sex
and masturbation are two different things in my book. Of course I LOVE
sex but I can be fucked al night and still feel the need to rub myself
when it’s all said and done. I know it sometimes bugs him but it’s not
uncommon at all for me to have sex with my husband and then lie next to
him as he falls sleeps and bring myself off yet again.
In the past I’ve written about some of my masturbating experiences but in
general I don’t see where it’s worth the effort. I think that overall I
mention it enough in other stories so it’s not like people don’t know
that I do it. While I’m masturbating I tend to fantasize so even if I
DID write about it then it would be more about the fantasy than the
actual act of masturbation.
Incest with My Dad
------------------
I’ve been posting stories about sex with my dad for many years now so
really, what’s left to tell? It’s not like I enjoy it any less now than
before, just not something to write home about so to speak. If anything,
I would say I enjoy pleasing my father even more now because we do it so
much less and I know that as I’m getting older that he’s fucking me more
and more as his daughter rather than as a teenage girl.
Because my Aunt Linda is now living with my dad, it’s not like he doesn’t
get enough sex. If anything, I’m glad that she’s living with him as
she’s one of the few older women he has sex with these days - in fact the
only one besides me and occasionally my mother when she’s back to visit.
As for meeting his “young” desires, I really don’t know how often he
indulges and frankly I’m not interested. I’m sure it’s more than just
the times my husband joins him so it’s got to be quite often but really,
what does it matter so far as I am concerned? It’s really none of my
business.
I DID post a couple of entries about me and my dad last year as I know
people want to hear about us. Still, I didn’t see any point in detailing
the dozens of other times.
Sex With My Husband
-------------------
Steve and I have made it a tradition since the day we got married that we
would have sex at least once EVERY day. To date I can’t remember a day
when we didn’t do SOMETHING to keep our streak alive, even it was just a
quickie (and in a few cases, REALLY quickie). Both of us are admittedly
sex freaks and we love to play and fool around most any time or place we
can get away with it. We’re married and in love so do the people who
turn to sites like ASSTR really want to hear about each and every little
thing we do? I don’t think so and as such there are no entries about
just us having sex, only when it involves others.
Chapter 3 - Hopes and Dreams for 2014
=====================================
Serve as an Christian Example
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God is always first in my life so I want everything I do and say to
glorify him. I want people to look at me and see someone who loves God
and provides an example to others. I would hope that people can see
through me that sex and incest can be a means to a stronger marriage and
a healthier family when done properly with the right attitude and
biblical guidance.
Be a Proper Wife and Daughter
-----------------------------
I know I say this a lot but submitting myself biblically to my father and
husband is extremely important to me. It’s literally the foundation of
my marriage and the cornerstone of my relationship with my father. In
the past twelve years I’ve never refused my father when he has asked for
me to satisfy him (at least when it comes to sex) and I want to add 2014
to that record. Similarly, while our streak is considerably shorter I’ve
never refused such a request from my husband and I have every intention
of extending that record for another year as well.
Be a Proper Mother
------------------
I want to tell people something right now and get it over with... you
will NOT hear much of anything from me in 2014 regarding my daughter. As
much as I believe in the intrinsic value of incest and the proper role of
a daughter, those days are still many years away. While I understand
that there are people who believe in what I would call extreme pedophile
activity, that’s their call and while I will not judge them for it,
neither do I condone it in my own life. As such I will NOT involve ANY
young child, and especially my daughter, in any sexual activities
regardless of circumstances.
So when it comes to when she was born, what she looks like, what we do
with her, or anything else for that matter just give it up. Not going to
say, period. I WILL say she has ZERO part in any of our sexual
activities and won’t for a long time, if ever.
So let’s just leave it at that, OK?
Support My Husband More
-----------------------
I went to great length earlier to explain why I don’t fully support my
husband perhaps as much as I should when it comes to his “youthful
desires” - perhaps going to TOO much length for some. At the heart of it
is something I’ve already said in that I know I shouldn’t feel this way
yet I do. So in 2014 I want to try harder to push those feelings aside
and become a more willing and active partner for my husband in ALL of his
activities.
From a purely selfish perspective this should be an easy resolution to
keep in that I DO enjoy myself a lot when I go with Steve. It’s my own
hang-ups that get in the way. If anything I find that I enjoy the times
we’ve met privately with a family even more so than the parties but
that’s just being consistent with my feelings about swapping as well.
I’m always more comfortable in more intimate settings when it comes to my
own physical satisfaction be it with another couple with or without their
kids. Given the parties are the usual source for finding such families,
it makes them even more worthwhile to attend.
This resolution will largely a mental exercise from me as I try to cast
aside the demons and reconcile myself to reality. What makes this
resolution important to me is that I do NOT want to repeat my mother’s
mistake by hoping that someday my husband will “grow out of” his desires
as if they are some sort of teenage acne. If anything, my dad has
demonstrated to me that such addictions only get all the more powerful as
a man grows older so I figure that the sooner I can help Steve control
his urges the better. Well, what better way than to be his active
partner and supporter? Plus who knows, maybe I’ll find that I even enjoy
it all the more if I can do away with the “hangover” guilt trip.
Summary
=======
Hitting my 29th birthday this past March 1st was quite a blow. Like
damn, I’m almost thirty! Aside from brooding forever over it, it also
led me to think about just how different things were in my life now than
even just a few years ago. Dare I say it - I’m more mature and perhaps
less adventurous in some ways. Security and personal fulfillment mean
more to me than breaking rules and trying out new things.
It didn’t hit me until Steve one day casually tossed out that he was now
married to a MILF. OMG! He was right! It wasn’t that long ago before
that referred to my mother or the sexy mom down the street. Now guys are
looking at me behind the stroller and putting me in a new category
entirely. Well, so long as they keep the “mother” part out of the
conversation, I suppose I can live with it.
So yes, I still do many of the things I’ve always done. I masturbate
regularly, have sex with my dad, dress slutty when I go out, and so
forth. I suppose if I’m being honest though I’d have to say I just don’t
do these things as often. It’s not just being older, I have more things
in my life that take up my time. I use to masturbate every morning and
then every night before I went to sleep, and usually a few times in
between. Well, now other things are putting demands on those times and I
simply have had to adjust. While I try hard never to miss a Sunday
morning with my dad before church, more and more that’s become the only
time during the week our schedules allow us to meet. As much as I LOVE
seducing married men, who has time to get dressed up and go out for the
evening, especially when you have to make other arrangements a well?
As a result, what use to be the “now and then” has become the dominant
features of our sex lives outside of home. Swapping tends to substitute
for my married men cravings. Admittedly it lacks the excitement of him
cheating on his wife but at the same time it adds more intimacy as
generally we spend the night together. The family parties and occasional
hookup afterwards has pretty much become the source of “new” adventures.
Fortunately, dressing and acting slutty in public is almost always an
easy option and if anything, I’ve found it draws all the more attention
when I’m behind a stroller!
So for now, here’s a typical example of the first - a swap with another
couple...
Chapter 4 - Swapping
====================
The first question people typically ask me when the topic of swapping
comes up is, How do you find these people?” Well, there are actually
numerous ways. Keep in mind that so far as we’re concerned, we ONLY meet
with married couples.
1. Internet
Probably my least favorite as I consider it to be the most dangerous and
the least secure. In fact, I have almost never met with someone just by
meeting up on an Internet site.
2. Friends
While it may seem odd to say, I think if people think about it then it’s
really not unexpected. Having sex with your married friends is not an
easy thing to get started unless you were having sex with them before
they got married. As a result, we only swap with a very small circle of
friends and even then, it’s pretty much down to one couple now - my best
friend Beth and her husband. Given we’d had sex between the four of us
in about every combination possible long before we all got married, it
really wasn’t much of a stretch to extend that once we’d tied the knots.
3. Party Connections
Not every couple we meet at family parties want to involve their kids
outside of that setting. You might be surprised how many do NOT have sex
with their kids or even allow them to have sex with each other at home.
I would have guess maybe a small minority before we got more deeply
involved but now I would say it’s more than half! For many, they use the
opportunity to network and see how the other couples look and act and
then if they are attracted then they approach them with an offer.
We’ve both been offered such invitations and extended them and have found
them to be generally quite enjoyable. In a few RARE instances it has
evolved into including the kids but it’s not something we’ve come to
expect anymore.
4. Group Connections
The same mechanism through which we get invited to the family parties
also offers a service to hook up couples, most of who are not involved in
the family party scene. I’ve explained the protocol for this in the past
and won’t repeat it here but suffice to say I like it because it’s VERY
safe and secure. In general, this is how we meet the vast majority of
the couples we swap with these days. Sure it was a royal hassle getting
accepted into the group but it has been well worth it just in terms of
peace of mind.
I chose to write about our swap with Ron and Cindy because it best
represents the “average”. Nothing too crazy but not boring either. Not
too old, not too young. Thus I call it the “Goldilocks” swap.
Ron and Cindy have been married for just over twenty years. While
neither was anxious to divulge their age, the site where we read their
profile only puts people in broad categories like “40-50” so they fell in
there somewhere. It’s been a bit of a tease between me and Steve as to
whether we were in the 30’s or 20’s category but unfortunately, it’s now
only a matter of months before THAT debate is settled.
Speaking of profiles, it was pretty cool when we got to change ours to
“yes” when it came to children. Also, it just goes to show you the
character of the group we belong to that the only category we could
choose was “under 10”.
We learned after meeting them that Ron and Cindy had two boys, both in
college, separated by a little under two years. I quickly got the
message from Cindy’s tone that any further information would NOT be
forthcoming and that neither son had any idea that their parents engaged
in such activities. Still, parents are parents and they couldn’t resist
showing us a couple of wallet photos - mmmmmmm, very cute!
There have been a few couples along the way that have hosted us at their
homes. As for me and Steve, we have never invited anyone to our
apartment. In fact, we don’t even discus where we live, not even in
general, for security purposes. Apparently most other couples have the
same concerns although I will admit, I find it especially hot to do it in
their own beds. Once I even spent the night in his daughter’s bed with
him which proved to be VERY erotic for us both.
Chapter 5 - The Goldilocks Swap
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For this particular swap we arranged to meet at what is chosen probably
80% of the time - a downtown hotel. Sometimes we add in dinner, other
times it’s just drinks at the bar or lounge, but almost always there’s
some sort of icebreaker involved as just showing up and splitting off
into separate rooms seems to take some of the edge off. Why even bother
swapping even if you’re not going to spend some time together as couples?
Steve had worked out the details with Ron well in advance and in this
case they decided to meet in the hotel lounge. One good thing was that
this allowed Steve and me to enjoy dinner beforehand. Both of us were
horny so we spent much of it teasing and playing coy with one another as
to what our plans and expectations were for the night. Well, more like
ME teasing him as he typically gets off more than me when hearing about
such things. I guess you could say I prefer doing it more than hearing
about it.
When Steve and I first started swapping I can remember debating for like
a week beforehand as to what I should wear. It wasn’t like we all didn’t
know what was going to eventually happen so seduction wasn’t a driver.
Usually I chose something slinky more for Steve’s benefit than anything
as I knew how much he loved it when men would stare at me with “that”
look in their eyes. At such times he would usually get up close to me
and do something like put his hand on my ass - anything to show off to
the guy watching to let him know that HE was going to fuck me later and
for the guy to eat his heart out! Then again, sometimes he did just the
opposite, backing away to see how far the poor guy would go before being
shot down.
By now it was all pretty routine so this evening I picked an old standby
- a long black dress slit high on one side, halter style that tied back
behind my head. Nothing all the special but what I really loved about
this particular dress was the large oval shaped opening in the center
right between my boobs. Basically it exposed my entire cleavage with a
generous view of side boob - from both sides. As for the side slit, it
ran up to my waist leaving me the option of wearing either a high-cut
thong or nothing at all underneath. In either case it left whoever was
watching me wondering what, if anything, was underneath. It was not
exactly a cold-weather dress given the bare shoulders but then I didn’t
plan to be wearing it all night either.
For jewelry I chose a pretty diamond cross necklace that my father had
given me along with a gold ankle chain. A simple gold watch was all I
had on my wrists as I’ve never been much for bracelets. Probably the
most time I spent was my hair which was pure vanity in that I knew it was
also the one thing that I was sure wouldn’t survive the night. Still, I
wanted to make a good first impression and flat straight hair was never a
turn-on.
“You know, I’ll never understand how women can walk in those damn
things,” Steve teased me when I stumbled slightly right after putting on
my heels.
Granted, they WERE a bit on the high side but then it wasn’t like I
wasn’t use to wearing them. In addition to the added height, I chose
this particular pair because of the ankle strap kept them on despite
whatever else I might be doing. Most men love it when they fuck me with
my heels on (nothing else of course) so I didn’t want to have them flying
off the moment I raised my legs in the air.
After arriving at the hotel Steve let the guys park our car which I
thought was considerate of him. Given the cold weather I didn’t want to
have to walk any further outside than absolutely necessary, especially
when wearing these crazy heels. It also allowed me a golden opportunity
to show off my legs to the guy opening the door. Hey, I‘ll take whatever
I can get!
Steve escorted me into the lobby where he quickly checked in. Of course
He didn’t mention to the girl at the desk that we wouldn’t both be in the
room. As usual, Steve picked up the tab for his room and it would be up
to Ron to do the same for his. It was just a standard room, nothing
fancy, but then it wasn’t like any of us would be too worried about the
accommodations.
Steve had arranged for us to meet at 9:00 PM given there wasn’t going to
be a dinner involved between us. Assuming 30 minutes, maybe even as long
as an hour, I figured that would get us to our rooms by 10:00. Plenty of
time to have fun yet still get some sleep before morning. It WAS Sunday
the next day after all so I didn’t want to sleep in too long and have to
miss meeting with my dad before church.
Speaking of which, this wasn’t something we’d mentioned to the other
couple as we couldn't be sure as to how they felt about incest.
Typically this is one of those topics that don’t come up unless we’d
already met them in a situation like a family party. This policy was put
in place after we learned the hard way early on how a controversial topic
can ruin an evening. This is especially true when one of the couples is
just fine with swapping but for whatever reason can’t deal with incest.
I know, it seems silly to me too but then hey, that’s their choice and so
long as it didn’t affect me or our upcoming evening I had no right to say
anything.
Looking around, neither of us saw anyone that looked like the couple we
were to meet. We’d seen all their photos on their profile and given that
the profiles were closely monitored for accuracy, I was totally confident
that they would look just like what we’d seen. Yet another reason I love
using the group connectivity method - honesty was assured. People might
not post everything about them that needed to be posted at times, but at
least you knew that what they DID post had been verified to be true
before it went live.
Steve ordered a beer for himself and a Diet Coke for me. At least until
the other couple showed up I’d stay away from anything alcoholic. Once I
saw what the other wife was drinking, then MAYBE I might order something
like a white zin but in any case it would never be a mixed drink and
definitely not a beer. UGH! One swig of beer in my life had been more
than enough for me!
Our drinks had barely been served when Steve’s eyebrows raised and I
turned to follow his gaze. Yep, there at the entrance to the lounge was
our couple. Ron was easily identified by his thick white hair. When I’d
first seen it I couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t shaved a few years
off his profile but then in reading further he explained that he actually
preferred it that way and colored what otherwise was a rather mottled
blonde. As for Cindy, her shoulder-length red hair was right up Steve’s
alley. Although he never had asked me to color mine red, I knew from
back in high school that he had a thing for red heads - along with girls
with big boobs, nice asses and mile-high legs. Well, at least I’d had
the ass back then!
“Steve?” Ron was the first to speak as he extended his hand to my
husband.
The guys shook firmly and then we quickly exchanged introductions. We’d
chosen four soft chairs with a round table in the middle for a reason.
Like me, Cindy was wearing a dress but unlike me in my long version, hers
was crazy short, especially when you consider her age. Not that older
women can’t wear short skirts but still, my mother would NOT have
approved. On a normal bar stool or chair Cindy could’ve sat down
comfortable and crossed her legs without doing more than baring some
significant upper thigh. Well Steve had banked on her wearing something
less than discreet and so he’d picked these seats where she would have to
more or less plunk down with a little less control in the process.
As for me, I was seated to the right of Steve and again, this was not by
accident. It wasn’t so much that I was on his right side as I was one
side or the other. This meant the incoming couple would have to make
their first decision of the night - who to sit next to. This was just
one of the ways we’d learned how to glean as much information as possible
in as quick a manner as we could about the couple we’d be soon be having
sex with. Maybe it really didn’t matter as by this point the sex was
pretty much a foregone conclusion unless something ridiculous came up but
still, I like being on control which meant knowing as much as I could
about them.
I was pleased when Ron chose to sit next to me leaving Cindy next to
Steve. Why? Well it showed me that he ready to start making a move
towards me from the start which typically meant we would probably not
have to spend as much time fooling around with small talk and such before
getting down to what we’d all come for - sex. Now had Cindy sat next to
me then odds were we’d likely be exchanging “girl talk” while the guys
discussed the latest game or politics. Of course it would all eventually
lead to the same place but the path would be lot longer.
As horny as I was, thankfully it didn’t take long in this case for things
to get started. No sooner had the waitress left with their drink order
than Ron turned in his seat to face me.
“Nice dress Kelly,” he complimented me, “I have to say, it shows off
your... assets quite well.”
I somehow managed not to roll my eyes at his cliché opening but at the
same time at least he wasn’t asking me about the weather or what I was
drinking. If anything I shortened my estimated TBS (Time Before Sex) by
a few minutes. He was obviously just as horny as my husband was -
already staring down at my boobs without any hesitation.
As I smiled in return, Ron looked over at Cindy and asked, “So what do
you think Cindy, wouldn’t this dress look better over her leg like this?”
With that he quickly reached over and before I could react he flipped my
dress such that the slit flipped over my upper leg, literally exposing my
entire bare leg with just enough remaining to barely cover up my crotch.
Heck, if I hadn’t had my legs crossed it would have - exposing it to the
entire room.
“I’d do the same but I see you didn’t bother covering up anything,” Steve
said to Cindy in response to his wife’s exposure. Not to be outdone by
the competition, he reached over and started to rub his hand on Cindy’s
upper leg.
Actually things were getting interesting in that it was all happening a
little quicker than normal. Usually the groping and public exposure
didn’t get started until at least the second round but in this case
things were already at play by the time the waitress arrived with their
cocktails. I do have to pass out a compliment - the waitress was 100%
professional and didn’t so much as bat an eyelash at whatever she saw
when she leaned over to place their drinks down on the table.
“Nice boobs,” Ron observed after the girl had left. Steve just smiled
and nodded.
“So Cindy, do you mind if I ask if you guys have done this before?” I
said, changing the subject back to us.
Although I’d deliberately asked the question of Cindy, I saw her lock
eyes on her husband and it was Ron that responded.
“Actually we just got started a few months back,” he explained, “God,
we’ve talked about doing it for years but had to wait until the youngest
was out of the house if you know what I mean.”
Even though we knew exactly what he meant he explained himself anyway
saying, “You can’t tell a couple of horny teenage boys to behave
themselves and then go out and do this sort of thing, am I right Steve?”
Steve, to his credit, for once watched what he was saying when he
answered. At first I was a little worried that he might use this as an
excuse to delve into any potential sexual relationship with their sons.
To me it was obvious no such thing existed and it would probably not be a
good thing to say but Steve could sometimes be a little clueless. Hey,
I’m his wife so I can say such things!
“I hear you,” Steve nodded with a sly grin. Thankfully he left it at
that. “So how do you like it?”
Again the two of them exchanged looks. Was it my imagination or did Ron
seem more eager than Cindy? Or was she just being more discreet?
Ron sighed and said, “Being perfectly honest, the first time was a little
rough. I mean after twenty years of monogamy... well it wasn’t the
easiest thing seeing my wife with another guy. Especially when she
seemed to be enjoying it so much!”
Cindy seemed to blush a little although in the dim light it was hard to
tell. A smile cracked her lips though and now I was wondering if maybe
I’d had it 180 degrees wrong. Was SHE the one enjoying it more?
“So what about you Steve?” Ron asked as his hand worked its way higher
onto my thigh.
It’s not like I was doing anything to discourage him. If anything, Steve
was already well ahead him, his fingertips poking underneath Cindy’s
short skirt which was barely concealing anything to start with.
This time it was Steve and my turn to exchange glances. How much did we
want to reveal? I left it up to Steve to decide whether to just match up
with Ron or go for the lead. I gave him just the slightest shrug, but
enough to let him know I was OK with whatever he told them.
“A little different for us I guess, but then we’ve only been married a
couple of years. We actually started on our wedding day.”
He paused to let that sink in a bit and I saw Cindy’s eyebrows raise a
little as she did the math.
“Ahhhhh, the old best man routine, eh Kelly?” Ron teased me, using it as
an excuse to inch his hand up to my waist.
I just smiled demurely and let his imagination go to work. Whatever else
I might tell him, I wasn’t about to let him know it was my dad who fucked
me on my wedding day so anything he might imagine was probably better
than what I could make u on the spot. Interestingly, Ron didn’t even ask
Steve if he’d done anyone so at least that avoided any potential Steve
might brag about doing his new mother-in-law on his wedding day.
“Well, sounds like you too are the more experienced ones then,” Ron
observed, “I hope we meet up to your expectations.”
Steve used this as an excuse to push his hand into Cindy’s crotch. To
her credit, she didn’t even flinch as his hand pushed in tighter against
her.
“I talked her into going commando tonight,” Ron whispered to me with a
smirk as he followed Steve’s example. “Apparently Steve did the same,” he
said with a grin as his finger met up against my bare pussy.
I didn’t bother correcting him - Steve had nothing to do with my
decision!
While we may have been in one of the more private areas of the lounge, we
were still out in public and should anyone come over it would be pretty
obvious what was going on without much problem. One disadvantage of
sitting in our current arrangement was that nothing was concealed. Now
had we been around a dinner table then all sorts of groping would have
been possible even in a crowded restaurant. Not that I was all that
concerned either way, but some people take offense when you get TOO
blatant.
“So how is this going to work tonight?” Ron asked, keeping the
conversation between the guys, “One room or two?”
I caught Steve giving me a quick glance but he didn’t get what I knew he
was hoping for. At least he didn’t show his disappointment when he
answered, “We typically prefer separate rooms... if that’s OK with you
guys.”
I almost rolled my eyes. He just couldn't resist throwing in that last
little bit in hopes that we would be “forced” to all be together because
the other couple insisted. Oh well, too bad for Steve as Ron seemed fine
with that. If anything, it was Cindy that I could’ve sworn was a little
unhappy. Hmmmmmm, maybe she’d been hoping for a little action with ME?
Not that I would’ve opposed such a thing outright but it really wasn’t
what I’d been looking forward to, at least so far as tonight was
concerned.
Ron chuckled saying, “Well, guess I can live with most anything just so
long as you and I aren’t paired up in the same room!”
We all laughed at that. As I always did during such moments, I couldn’t
help but smile to myself. Such a typical thing for a guy to say! Now
had Ron suggested they watch me and Cindy together then it would’ve
surely been fine with Steve but heaven forbid two men even so much as
kiss one another, let alone get sexual.
Steve reluctantly pulled out his hand from Cindy’s crotch and signaled
for the waitress.
“My treat,” Ron insisted as he snatched up the bills.
Unlike Steve though, Ron kept his hand up against my crotch the entire
time almost like he was daring the waitress to say something. This
obviously wasn’t her first rodeo as she managed to be polite while
pretending to be totally oblivious to the blatant fingering he was now
providing Cindy as his finger poked up into my pussy.
“Oh it’s was more than worth it,” Ron said with a smile.
I was starting to wonder what we’d gotten ourselves into as we all stood
up and I tried to adjust my dress. Cindy, on the other hand, just stood
up and didn’t even bother pulling hers down until Ron reached over and
tugged the back a bit but not before she’d flashed just about the entire
lounge so now it was now obvious to everyone she was indeed sans panties.
“No need to show off dear,” Ron pretended to whisper to his wife although
it was obvious he was making sure Steve and I could hear him.
Yep, this was going to be interesting...
Whether by design or coincidence, we both had rooms on the tenth floor.
Nobody else was with us in the elevator so no sooner than the doors shut
behind us than Ron turned to me and started feeling up my boobs through
my dress.
“Nice... B cups?” he asked me with a smile.
I was a little perturbed by that - I was a solid C cup and had even
flirted with being a D not long ago. A man shold know that if he’s going
to say anything at all about a girl’s bust he should at least err on the
larger side. I decided that it was time for a little of his own medicine
so rather than respond directly, I reached down and grabbed his already
erect cock through his pants.
“Nice... 6 inches?”
“Touché,” he replied pulling his hand off of me after finally realizing
his mistake, “Sorry, guess I deserved that.”
For better or worse it was a pretty fast elevator and we’d already
reached our floor by then so our little tit for tat was effectively cut
off by the opening doors. Two younger boys, maybe barely into their
early teens, almost knocked me over as they tried to rush in wearing just
their swim suits, evidently in a hurry to get down to the pool for a late
night swim before it closed. Typical boys, both of them made no effort
to avoid staring at me and Cindy, most of all Cindy whose skirt had
mysteriously ridden up again during the elevator ride. I wondered if it
was due to her efforts or Steve’s. Well I got my answer when I saw that
as Cindy turned her back to the boys she flashed them her bare ass with a
quick flip of her skirt. Looked like Steve was going to have interesting
night to say the least!
“Soooooo... breakfast tomorrow?” Ron inquired as each couple turned in
different directions to their rooms.
Steve looked at me and I finally got a chance to answer, my first real
response of the evening!
“I ALWAYS go to church on Sunday’s so we really need to be out of here no
later than 8:30 or 9:00. Does that work for you guys?”
Obviously Cindy wasn’t thrilled at that but Ron was a little more
diplomatic, answering with, “Let’s play it by ear then I guess, OK?”
Whatever... worked for me so with that I went to Steve and we kissed
goodnight. Yes, I was about to leave my husband to spend an evening
having sex with another man but that didn’t mean I didn’t love him more
than anyone else. Ron belatedly went to kiss Cindy but I got the feeling
he was doing it more out of guilt after seeing me and Steve than any real
desire on his part. Hmmmmmm, I was starting to see more and more perhaps
why they’d started swapping.
*******************
Our room was about half way down the hall. Ron slide the key card
through the slot and opened the door for me to enter first. It was a
standard room, any one of a million you might check into anywhere in the
world. King size bed, flat screen TV, small sofa, small desk with chair,
and a rather small bathroom. Nothing memorable, at least not yet.
“Soooooo,” Ron said softly as we entered the room and hung up our coats
over the back of the chair.
I quickly started to gain the impression that everything so far had been
a bit of a put-on by Ron. It seemed like now that we were alone all that
confidence and swagger suddenly melted away. No longer was he the
aggressor feeling up a woman in public, now he was just your typical
older husband looking down at his wing tips, unable to even meet my eyes.
It was like he was hoping that we’d just strip, hop into bed and have sex
without any further ado but he wasn’t going to get off that easily. Oh
no! Sure I enjoy swapping but for more than just getting laid! I want
intimacy, confession, ownership. If all I wanted was sex we could have
stayed home and done it without going through all the extra effort.
“Tell you what Ron, why don’t we sit on the couch for a few minutes first
to get things started?” I asked pleasantly, reaching out my hand to him.
The only light on was the one over the entrance by the door so the rest
of the room was rather dim but I left things that way so Ron would be
less intimidated. The sofa was small and a bit cramped so we wound up
pressed up against each other from the moment we sat down.
Suddenly a light bulb went off...
“So tell me Ron... just how many times have you guys REALLY done this?”
Even in the dim light, my eyes had adjusted more than enough to see the
chagrin plain on his face.
“Is it THAT obvious?” he said meekly, “OK then... this is our second
time. Sorry, I really didn’t mean to lie or mislead you. We were just
worried you might think we were amateurs. Guess we kinda went overboard
trying to impress you.”
“And the first time... whose idea was it?”
“Oh it was mine. Actually Cindy didn’t want to do it at first even
though our sex life had been pretty much extinct for years. If anything,
she accused me of wanting to cheat on her. For a while things were
pretty touch and go but she finally agreed to it. Still, it’s not like
she was exactly thrilled with the idea.”
He paused and seemed unsure as to whether to continue so I took his hand
in mine and asked, “Let me guess... things didn’t go quite as you
planned, did they?”
“Well, I’d heard about this group from a close friend. I mean you have
to admit that the application process is pretty daunting. It took us
forever to get through it. Cindy was pretty resistant when it came to
all the private stuff they asked us for - especially the blackmail video.
Oh my god, she REALLY hated that.”
He was referring to the video that the group kept on file to ensure that
if anyone did anything to expose or threaten the group then they had
something that would basically ruin the lives of that couple. What they
required depended on what level of membership you were applying for. For
example, if you qualified for the family parties then you had to be
videoed having sex with your kids, regardless of whether you believed in
incest or not. For many couples that’s a deal breaker but the group
isn’t concerned with numbers, just security. Since Steve and I didn’t
have kids of our own we had to be taped with another family. I wasn’t
sure what they had to do to be swappers. From what I heard from my Aunt
Linda it was usually along the lines of large group sex where the wife
has to take on a contingent of men while the husband has to watch.
“So anyway, we met this couple but they were even older than us.
Frankly, I had a heck of a time even getting it up with a sixty year-old
woman but Cindy lucked out - he didn’t need Viagra and if anything,
looked to be about ten years younger than her. Also, we all stayed in
the same room which didn’t work out so well either, to say the least. I
quickly learned that porn isn’t real life. Watching your wife being
fucked isn’t nearly as much fun as they make it look.”
It was a testimony to my self-control that I somehow managed to keep a
straight face. Ron obviously didn’t know Steve very well! If there’s
one thing that turns my husband on, it’s watching his wife having sex
with another man - or men for that matter. Women are also fine with him
but there’s something about seeing me being fucked that really gets him
horny for me. I also think it’s a matter of pride as well, knowing that
all these men get to only have me for a brief time but that HE gets me
anytime he wants - and they know it.
At that moment Ron was looking pretty upset so I just let him take his
time. It took a couple of minutes before he continued...
“I guess I could’ve dealt with it better if she hadn’t enjoyed it so damn
much! I mean like it was as if she WANTED me to know she loved being
screwed by this guy more than me. Shit, I don’t know whether she was
faking it or not, but she orgasmed harder than any time we’d even been
married. It didn’t help that she made it a point to look at me the
entire time as if she wanted to be sure I was watching. After that I was
barely able to even get hard and didn’t even get off. Talk about
embarrassing!”
“So I take it that this time it was her idea.”
Ron nodded. “Yeah, after that fiasco I was ready to say the hell with it
all and never do it again but now sex-happy Cindy was all into it and
demanded we do it again. When I said no she said that if I didn’t agree
that she would tell the boys and ask for a divorce, saying it was all me
and that I’d force her to do it.”
“Bitch!” I hissed under my breath.
“What could I do?” he lamented, “At least she went along with meeting a
younger couple this time.”
Ron finally looked me in the eyes and his hand moved back to my boobs.
This time I didn’t do anything to spook him.
“I know she just wanted to do a young stud and I’m sure Steve is just
what she wanted, but damn Kelly, you’re the most beautiful and sexy girl
I’ve ever been with in my entire life! When I first saw you I couldn’t
hardy believe that you really were here to be with me.”
This time his words rung true and I knew he was speaking from his
heart... well maybe a little from somewhere else a little lower as well.
How sweet! Feeling a little better now, I turned towards him and pressed
my hand against his bulging crotch. My voice went low, filled with as
much intensity and sexuality as I could muster.
“Tell you what Ron, I’m going to fuck you tonight like you’ve never been
fucked in your life. I’m going to do things to you Cindy has never done,
things you’ll never forget.”
“Oh my God,” he sighed as I gripped his stiff dick through his pants. I
almost laughed as if that was all it took to get such as response, boy
was he in for a night to remember!
“Come on, sit on the bed,” I urged him as I stood up and took his hand.
I led Ron to the side of the bed where he sat so he could watch me in
front of him. The coffee table looked pretty sturdy so I decided to take
a chance and gingerly stepped up onto it, fighting to keep my balance in
my heels as I slowly turned to face him. Reaching behind my neck, I
untied my dress and slowly lowered it until by boobs were exposed.
“So tell me Ron, has Cindy’s boobs ever looked like these?” I said in the
same low husky voice as I cupped my girls with each hand and gave them a
little shake.
Ron’s lips were already dry judging by the way he licked them nervously.
At first he just shook his head but that wasn’t good enough for me.
“Noooooo, you have to tell me Ron,” I corrected him, “I want to hear you
say it.”
Ron cleared his throat and coughed before answering, “God no, never, not
even when we got married. They’re so saggy now... nothing like yours.
Oh my god, yours are perfect!”
Music to the ears of a any girl but especially for one who still bore the
emotional scars of a bust that stubbornly refused to grow until she was
well into college. Oh the years I spent in high school doing everything I
could to draw attention away from my tiny boobs! To this day I would
much rather go around bottomless than topless, even though once they DID
come in they were indeed pretty damn good even if I do say so myself.
“You want to touch them, don’t you Ron? You want to suck on my nipples.
I bet you want to run your dick between them... don’t you?”
He just nodded, not having yet learned his lesson. This time all it took
was me raising my hand with one finger up, just as I did in class when
one of my students started out with the wrong answer.
“Sorry, I meant yes I do... I really do Kelly.”
Good boy! Heck, he was a pretty quick learner which was better than half
the fourteen year-old boys in my 8th grade classes.
Ron started to get up, apparently interpreting my questions as an
invitation but I motioned for him to stay seated. Not yet guy!
No doubt he was probably expecting me to continue pushing down my dress
but instead I reached down and pulled the slit apart, sticking my leg out
in my best Angelina Jolie Oscar night imitation.
“And what about my legs Ron? Do you like them?”
He got it right this time and I was pleased by his eagerness to please
me.
“Oh yes, they’re PERFECT too... damn, everything about you is perfect
Kelly.”
“And how do my legs compare to Cindy’s?” I asked, gently reminding him
that each response had two parts that needed to be addressed.
You see it wasn’t enough for me just to hear him say what he thought of
my legs. Heck, ANY man does that. What I wanted to hear even more was
how he compared me to his wife. I wanted him to tell me in his own words
how he felt about me versus the woman he married, the woman whom he’d
sworn to love and cherish above all others for the rest of his life.
“Well she has never had great legs - they were fat even as a teenager.
Yours are SO much better,” he dished.
In all fairness, now I think he was trying a little TOO hard to please
me. From the brief demonstration she’d provided not very long ago I
actually thought hers weren’t really all that bad, especially taking into
account her age. Still, it was her husband’s opinion that I valued more
than my own. In these sort of situation reality doesn’t matter nearly as
much as perception.
Turning my back to him, I twisted around so I could see him and then
pulled the dress even more to the side such that my bare butt was now in
full view. Ron took a deep breath and let it out so hard that I could
hear him release it from where I was standing. This time he knew the
drill...
“Damn, that’s one fucking incredible ass,” he gushed, “Cindy has a pretty
decent ass but yours... damn Kelly I’ve never seen one like yours before,
at least not in real life.”
Actually my butt has always been my favorite body part. Back when I was
a teenager trying to hide my boobs I used my bottom to draw attention
away from my all but flat chest. Men have always seemed to be attracted
more to my rear end. Even before we started having sex my dad couldn’t
resist rubbing my butt in the hot tub or for that matter, just about any
time he could get away with it.
“And what about this Ron?” I asked as I turned around slowly and dropped
my dress to my ankles, giving him as much a view of my naked body as was
possible in the low light.
For a moment it was like he couldn’t say anything. I loved it! Really,
what better compliment can a man give you than to not be able to even say
anything at all when he first sees you nude? Still, I waited for his
analysis.
“Oh... My... God!” he said softly, “I never even dreamed...”
“Never dreamed what Ron?” I promoted him as his voice trailed off without
finishing.
“Oh Kelly, you’re beautiful! I never dreamed I would EVER get a chance
to be with a girl like you. You’re like... you’re like a dream come
true.”
“So does that mean that you want me Ron?”
No hesitation this time... “Oh Kelly, more than anything.”
“More than Cindy?”
“More than ever,” he sighed, “She’s nothing compared to you... nothing.”
I waited for that to sink in to see if he fully realized what he was
saying. Then with a sly smile I motioned for him to get up.
“Alright then, come get me Ron,” I whispered to him seductively, “Fuck
me.”
I suppose it goes with saying that I didn’t have to tell him twice!
As the horny husband approached me I put up my hand. He looked confused
and a little disappointed until I said, “Not so fast... I want you to
strip first Ron. I want you to be naked for me.”
Another time or place and I got the feeling he might have hesitated but
the guy was in full horny mode by now. It took literally seconds for him
to undress, dropping his clothes to the floor without so much as a second
thought. I couldn't help but see he was fully erect with his dick
looking to be a respectable eight inches or so. Even better, it looked
to be as hard as a pipe, standing up even as he stood there, pointing to
the ceiling like a missile on a stand ready to fire. Some guys, at least
when they get older, tend to lose the capacity to get really hard but not
Ron. Mmmmmmm, I knew that soon that delicious dick was going to be
firing a big load of sperm deep inside of me!
Enough words had been exchanged and so Ron scooped me up off my heels and
lifted me in his arms. At least he didn’t grunt! Just as he was about to
lay me down on the bed I gripped him tightly by the neck.
“Take off the comforter first,” I urged him.
Thankfully I didn’t have say more as if there’s one thing that grosses me
totally out, it’s hotel comforters. I mean like just watch one of those
60 Minutes or 20/20 episodes where they take a black light into a random
hotel room and you’ll never touch one again!
Things were a little awkward as he didn’t want to put me down so he
released one arm to pull the comforter back off as I hung on for dear
life. It only took another second or so before I was on the clean
sheets. The cool freshness of the linen felt good against my bare skin.
With the pillow tucked under my head, I stretched out and parted my legs
to provide Ron with a rather obscene display of my shaved pussy. He was
about to jump in bed with me but once again I held him up and this time
he looked visibly frustrated with a “now what?” look.
“Watch me,” I teased him, “Does your wife ever play with herself for
you?”
I didn’t wait for what became an eventual shake of his head as I reached
down between my legs with my right hand and started to rub myself slowly.
Mmmmmmm, I was already getting nice and moist. Pressing my index finger
into me, I pulled it back out and brought it to my mouth.
“Mmmmmmm, I love the taste of my pussy when I’m horny,” I sighed softly,
sucking on my finger a moment before returning to rub my clit. A chill
ran down my spine as my fingertip toyed with it, tracing tight circles
all around it while Ron stood there mesmerized.
I grinned and turned to him saying, “You know Ron, I LOVE to
masturbate... I usually do two or three times a day. What about Cindy,
how often does she do it?”
Ron was starting to breathe a little heavier now and I saw his cheeks
puff out as he released his next breath slowly, stalling a bit before
answering.
“I don’t know,” he confessed, “We really don’t talk about it.”
His answer didn’t surprise me. I’m always amazed at how hung up so many
couples are when it comes to masturbation. It’s like it’s some form of
cheating to pleasure yourself. I suppose if you’re really insecure then
maybe you might worry that you’re not satisfying your partner if they
have to masturbate as well. Personally I think either of this reasons
are rather silly. Really, what does masturbation have to do with having
sex? It’s not like if you do one then you can’t do the other. I LOVE
sex and at the same time, I LOVE masturbating. Each has their time and
place and me masturbating has NOTHING to do with my quality of my sex
life. Still, I would say the vast majority of couples are more like Ron
and Cindy than me and Steve.
“Do you like watching me touch myself Ron?”
Yeah, like he was going to say he didn’t, LOL. Actually he didn’t say
anything as instead he let his hand do all the talking, gripping his
rigid dick as his natural impulses took over.
“Here, tell me how I taste,” I told him as I wetted my finger again but
this time I held it out to him instead of bringing it to my mouth. He
leaned over and suckled on my finger like a baby on a nipple.
His face told me everything I needed to know so without waiting for him
to formulate a response I asked, “If you like it, why not get some for
yourself?”
Spreading my legs apart even more, it was obvious what I meant. Ron went
to the end of the bed and climbed aboard, moving up on his hands and
knees between my legs, his erection hanging down below him until he
reached his target - my crotch. Without a word he leaned down, placing
one hand on the inside of each of my thighs, pushing them wider apart as
his tongue extended.
“Oh my God Ron, right there!” I gasped as his tongue licked my hard clit.
There was no acting required on my part as it felt pretty damn good!
While most guys claim to enjoy eating pussy, I sometimes wonder if they
do more out of pride than actual desire. Some literally attack me,
smashing their mouth in tight as they try to fuck me with their tongue.
Others suck on my clit, sometimes to the point of being painful. I try
telling them it’s not the speed or pressure that turns me on, but rather
the simple touch and caressing. If they can overcome their eagerness and
take their time then most guys do a pretty decent job.
Mind you, as a general rule of thumb women are MUCH better than men when
it comes to oral but then they have a rather unfair advantage as how does
a guy really know what it feels like to have a pussy? There are times
when I have to wonder why 99.9% of the men in this world are so
homophobic when it comes another man sucking their dick. Heck, if anyone
should know how to do it then I would think it’s another man! Well, THAT
sort of thing is about as rare as they come. Just being grazed by
another man’s cock is enough to make most men go ballistic, let alone
actually doing it deliberately.
So anyway... Ron was a pleasant surprise as his technique was pretty
good. I wondered if that was courteous of Cindy or just watching a lot
of porn. Odds were the former as like most things, watching porn can
definitely give guys the wrong ideas.
It must have been like five or ten minutes and I figured I’d better let
him have a little for himself so I reached down and grabbed his head with
both hands, lifting him off my soaking wet crotch.
“Mmmmmmm, you’re doing great,” I praised him, “Let me do you now.”
I pulled him forward and he quickly got the hint, straddling me on his
knees to allow his dick to move right in front of my face. I stuffed
another pillow behind my head so make things easier and then reached for
his cock and kissed the tip.
“You have a great dick Ron,” I told him with a grin, “And just so you
know, I LOVE a hairy crotch.”
Oh yeah, he was certainly that to say the least! This was a crotch that
had likely never been trimmed, full and bushy and smelling of heavy male
musk. Oh yeah, I wanted to suck this one bad... really bad.
Taking his dick into my mouth, I suckled on the head, gripping the shaft
in my hand as my tongue played around the rim teasingly. After a bit I
took more in, then more until I had him all the way down my throat with
my nose pressed into his hairy crotch, my lips against the base of his
dick.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned, obviously enjoying the moment. He jerked a bit
causing me to almost choke so I pulled back and then took him down deep
again. I looked up at him and our eyes met, the look on his face
priceless!
I needed to breathe so I let his dick out and stroked it with my hand as
I looked up and smiled at him. I wasn’t disappointed by his response.
“Damn Kelly..., nobody’s ever done that to me before... that was
incredible!”
Clearing my throat, I answered with, “Well I LOVE sucking cock Ron. I
told you I was going to do things to you Cindy never has.”
Ron let out a loud breathe saying, “Well, she certainly can’t do THAT!”
I almost smiled as I thought of my poor husband. Steve LOVES me to deep
throat him and now he was probably going to be a little disappointed but
in a perverse sort of way it made me happy. I knew tomorrow when we got
home and had sex that he would appreciate me all the more.
My neck started to hurt after a while so I asked him to get on his back.
Laying on my side, I snuggled up next to him so my crotch was next to his
face with my head and shoulders draped over his waist so I could reach
his dick. It was easier sucking his this way even though almost
impossible to take him all in. I bent my upper leg up so my crotch could
move in closer to his face, not quite close enough for him to reach but
enough that he got a great view and could smell my sex.
After about twenty, thirty minutes or so I figured I’d probably outlasted
anything Cindy had ever done. There were a couple times along the way I
had to be careful as he would start to leak precum and I knew it was just
a matter of a few good licks of my tongue and he’d be spraying me with
cum. While I enjoy sex with older men the best, this was one of the
tradeoffs. Whereas sometimes I found myself wondering if a virile
teenage boy would EVER go soft, even after cumming several times, alas
that ability fades fast with most men. Heck, even going from fourteen to
nineteen is enough for most boys to start succumbing to the ravages of
time. Even my own wonderful husband was starting to take more time to
recuperate even after the first time and he was only thirty. When it
came to my dad... well he was one and done. I figured Ron was more in my
dad’s range so the last thing I wanted was for him to ejaculate this
early in the evening.
Lifting myself up, I sat next to him with my hand gripping his wet dick.
I wasn’t stroking him so much as using it as a support to keep my
balance. Our eyes met and the room was deathly quiet as I knew what he
must have been praying for to happen next. Well, sometimes prayers do
come true...
“I want you in me Ron,” I told him in a husky voice, “I NEED you in me...
I want to fuck your dick. Are you ready Ron? Are you ready to fuck me?”
It was like at first he couldn't get the words out. He coughed and then
managed to get out, “Oh god yes... yes Kelly, I want that more than
anything.”
I thought about Cindy for a moment. Sure, for an older gal she wasn’t
bad but then she was a lot older than me and gravity had taken its toll.
Where her boobs were probably sagging right now as she and my husband had
sex, mine were perky and firm. If anything, pregnancy had only made them
better, almost a cup size larger now than they’d been. My nipples were
so hard!
As I moved to get on top of him, straddling his waist as I faced him, I
knew my stomach was much flatter than Cindy’s, that my thighs were
firmer. How long had it been since Ron had fucked a girl like me? For
that matter, had he EVER fucked a girl like me? I don’t think I’m all
that vain but facts are facts.
When I was positioned over his cock, I reached down to grab it with my
right hand as I rubbed my pussy with my left. God I wanted him in me so
bad but I knew as badly as I did, he must even more so I wasn’t about to
rush anything. I lowered myself down until the tip of his dick just
grazed me, moving my hips and hand together to basically masturbate
myself with his erection.
“Tell me what you want Ron... Tell me what you need.”
Oh sure, it was obvious to the most casual observer what he wanted - to
fuck me! His dick was practically quivering in my grip as I felt him
involuntarily hump a little under me as if his dick was straining to push
up and get inside of me.
“I want to be in you,” he gasped but that wasn’t good enough for me.
None of this small talk, I wanted him to beg for it.
“Oh now, you can do better than that Ron... tell me how bad you want it!”
“Damn, I want to feel you around me Kelly, I want to fuck you.”
Better, but not enough...
“Who do you want to fuck more Ron, me or Cindy?”
I know, it’s sort of my thing to pester guys about wanting to fuck me
more than their wives. It’s even hotter when they are cheating on them
but even in a situation like this it’s enough to turn me on. Sometimes I
find guys reluctant to tell the truth, as if somehow their wife might
find out. Other times, especially when their wife has gained a lot of
weight or lost interest in sex, the answer is quick and forceful. In
Ron’s case, it’s not like his wife as a slouch. After all, she DID agree
to swapping and I didn’t think my husband was exactly not having a good
time with her right about now. Whatever the reason though, Ron didn’t
even hesitate.
“You... I want to fuck YOU Kelly,” he pleaded with me, practically
begging now which is just what I was looking for. I suppose I should have
given him a pass at that point but I pushed just a little bit more.
“More than Cindy?”
“God damn it yes... more than Cindy,” he practically spat out this time,
“I want you more than my wife... is that what you want me to say?”
As a matter of fact, it was!
I figured I’d pressed the issue far enough so using my fingers to spread
myself, I took him in me, quickly and deeply all at once. God it felt
SOOOOO good to feel him filling me, my pussy stretching to accept the
warm fleshy invader. When I was all the way down on him, I took the
weight off my knees and let my bare crotch grind into his hairy bush.
“Damn girl, you’re so fucking tight!”
Well, there are some things that DO get affected when you have a baby and
I’m under no delusions that my pussy is as tight as it was when I was
sixteen. Still, in comparison to Cindy’s I was pretty confident that so
far as Ron was concerned, I was practically a virgin.
While I wasn’t watching the clock, it another hour or so must have passed
as Ron lived out his fantasies of fucking me in a number of positions.
There were a few close calls but in each case we managed to delay the
inevitable. As for me, there weren’t the same restrictions that Ron
faced and I came a few times as Ron’s dick fucked me over and over again.
In between positions I would suck on him for a few moments, relishing the
flavor of my hot pussy on his swollen cock. I have to say that while I
pretty much love pussy in general, I DO have a preference for one in
particular - my own! Even before I started to masturbate I would explore
myself and lick off my fingers. Being able to taste my own pussy on a
hard dick... well that just was the best of both worlds!
Perhaps the only tense moment came when he made an attempt to do my ass.
Well, that was where I drew the line but thankfully he didn’t press the
issue.
“Oh fuck, I can’t hold it anymore,” Ron groaned as he thrust into me from
behind as I was on my hands and knees.
Most any other time at this moment if anything I would plead for him to
stay and cum inside of me. After all, isn’t that where Mother Nature
intended for it? Still, I also knew that part of all of this tonight was
to put on a bit of a show which meant doing that - putting on a show.
Leaning forward his dick slipped from inside of me, causing me that
momentary sensation of emptiness anytime that happened. I mean like one
moment your practically stuffed with a dick and then the next.. nothing.
I quickly turned around and took his dick in my mouth, just in the nick
of time as I felt the first shot of cum spew from his bursting cock
against the back of my mouth.
“Oh god!” he groaned as he thrust his dick into my mouth, shooting one
stream after another into it.
I suppose I could have allowed him to shoot some of it on my face as well
but then there’s a limit to everything. I wanted his cum in my pussy, he
probably wanted it on my face. It never ceases to amaze me why a man
likes to shoot his cum on my face. First, I blame the porn industry for
making it a standard by which men think they need to follow. Second, I
can’t help but feel a little bit used when a guy does that, like he
doesn’t respect me. My perception is that men do it to demonstrate their
control over the woman, their dominance. It’s like I am just a piece of
property that they feel they can use without any regard to my own
feelings or well-being.
So anyways, enough of that. Let’s just say that I felt that taking his
sperm my mouth was a pretty decent compromise.
Looking up at him once he’d finished spurting, I took what I’ll admit is
a porno-inspired route - I opened my mouth wife for him, sticking out my
cum-covered tongue so he could witness his handiwork. Mission
accomplished so after a couple of quick swallows I opened wide again to
prove to him it was all down in my belly.
“Damn, you swallowed it?” he asked, almost as if he didn’t believe his
eyes.
Well duh! Like what else do you do with a mouthful of sperm? Somewhere
I’d heard that semen was actually healthy so I Googled it to find out.
Turns out it contains fructose sugar, water, ascorbic acid, citric acid,
enzymes, protein, zinc and more. Basically the same as a protein shake!
Heck, I even found books like “Semenology” that provide recipes! I guess
you could say I prefer mine straight from the tap.
“Mmmmmmm, tasted good... got any more?” I teased him as I licked my lips
and got up on my knees to face him.
“Shit, I don’t think I can cum again for a month,” he gasped as he sat
back down on his butt, his dick already dwindling like a turtle’s head
retreating into its shell.
One good thing about swallowing his cum was at least I didn’t have to go
wash off my face right away. For those who haven’t experienced it, dried
cum on your skin, especially your face, is NOT pleasant. A shower
would’ve felt good about then but I wasn’t in any rush to jump out of
bed. After all, one of the main reasons I prefer swapping with older
married couples and spending the night alone with the husband is for the
intimacy. In other words, not a “slam, bam, thank you ma’am” sort of
situation.
There was one other reason for not rushing off - I was still horny as
hell! Oh sure he’d gotten his rocks off and no doubt would be falling
asleep in a few minutes but that didn’t mean I was satisfied. Still, no
need to confuse him or make him feel embarrassed or inadequate by rushing
off to the bathroom to masturbate. While not in the same league as my
husband, Ron HAD been a pretty good fuck.
“Soooooo...,” I led him on, curious to see where he would take it from
there.
Ron moved up on the bed and laid down, tugging me in tight against him.
As I laid there in front of him with my back to him I could feel the
warmth of his crotch pressed up against my bare bottom. Unfortunately,
missing in action was the protruding erection, no doubt for the rest of
the evening. Ron put one arm around me, cupping a boob in his hand as he
nuzzled my neck. For a moment I feared he wanted to cuddle. Not that I
mind cuddling, but I want it to be with someone I care about, not just a
one-time fuck. It was one thing to be in bed with him, but things didn’t
need to get carried away either. After all, THAT is what I have a
husband for!
“That was incredible Kelly,” he whispered, his hot breath against my ear,
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way before.”
Laying there silently, he drifted off and I felt the tension in his arm
relax as he fell asleep. Yep, men are SOOOOO predictable!
He sort of had me trapped but that didn’t mean I couldn't reach between
my legs. As I tried to explain before, just because I’d just been just
fucked (and rather well), that didn’t mean I wasn’t still horny! It’s
not like a man where I swear their current sex drive is ejected along
with their cum. As we lay there I literally took matters into my own
hand and began to masturbate. With my eyes closed, I imagined my Steve
in bed now with Cindy. Hopefully she had satisfied him as I knew without
a doubt that he would take care of any of her needs. Then my thoughts
drifted and I pictured me and Cindy in a 69 with both of our husbands
watching us as they stood by the bed, jerking their dicks as the two of
us ate each other’s pussies.
Eventually I’d had enough and finally fell asleep...
Morning came all too quickly. Ron was still asleep when I woke and saw
the time. Amazingly I’d woken up on time as we’d forgotten to set the
alarm or even do a wakeup call. I gently slipped out of bed without
waking him which, given the way he was snoring, wasn’t all that big a
deal. Heck, I probably could’ve done jumping jacks on the bed without
waking him!
After a quick shower and getting myself ready for my dad, I debated
whether I should wake Ron but then decided to let him sleep. It’s not
like we were lovers or that I owed him anything. Besides, odds were we’d
never see each other again. It’s not like either couple knew where the
other lived - something we are VERY paranoid about when we meet up with
people. Yeah, there have been a VERY few special cases where we enjoyed
ourselves so much we agreed to meet with a couple a second (or more) time
but those are truly exceptions to the rule. After all, the reason we
swap is to keep things fresh and new, not to find alternative partners!
I was pleasantly surprised to find Steve already waiting for me in the
lobby. That he was alone didn’t really surprise me. No doubt he’d left
Cindy in much the same condition as I’d left her husband although then
again, I wouldn’t put it past Steve to get in another quickie given the
opportunity. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. So far as he was
concerned she didn’t even to be awake! Many a morning I’ve woken to him
groping me, not to mention even trying to fuck me more than a few times.
I guess it wasn’t much different from his perspective than me sucking him
off sometimes while he slept. Of course the difference being that HIS
equipment was operational whether he was awake or not!
We kissed and grinned at each other. Looking into his eyes, my husband
just nodded as a quick signal to tell me that everything had gone well
from his end. I did the same, knowing we’d have some great sex later
that day while we filled each other in about every detail.
THE END