"Tell me a story," she said. "What sort? Do you have anything in particular in
mind." "N-no - just make it *hot*. I want something to turn me on." Friends that
only know my wife's demure public face wouldn't recognize the foul-mouthed
wanton of our bedroom. The same woman who blushes at an off-color joke told by a
girlfriend critiques my stories - and her most common complaint is "too much
talk - not enough fucking." "Mmm. . . How about making love outdoors? Or in the
back seat of the car, like when we were dating? Or you as a stripper? Maybe, you
as a porno actress? I could really get off watching you make love on screen-" I
dodged as she made mock try to hit me. "Or maybe having sex in the back of a
limo? Do you want me to go on?" "I want you to come *in*. Right now!"
*Something* I said had excited her - she was wet enough that my first thrust
slid smoothly in. When I felt her ankles lock in place behind my knees, I fell
into her rhythm with the ease of long practice. I reminded myself how lucky I
really am - even after a few years of marriage, she still excites me more than
any other woman I have known. After a few minutes, as usual, she managed to gasp
"Let me on top." Without pulling out, I rolled over till she was firmly seated
in her favorite position. Once she was settled in place, she took control of the
pacing, speeding up slightly. Her face was almost agonized, pulled into a
near-snarl. A gasp escaped her when I slid a hand up to cup a breast. It always
amazes me how her breasts respond; her nipples are rather large and erect
easily. Right now, they were as large, and hard, as the first joint of my index
finger. She arched her back and pushed her chest toward me as I gently tugged
and squeezed them. She was aroused as I had ever seen her. At first, I thought
she was just gasping, but I began to make out chanted words. "- want to - watch
me - fuck another - man, huh? - What would - you do - if you - found me -
fucking someone?" Her voice had risen throughout; the last two words were nearly
shrieked. I was too far gone for thought; my response was nearly automatic. I
cupped her ass firmly in both hands and began thrusting as hard as I could. "I'd
wait - till he - finished and - jump on - and fuck - you as - *hard as I
could*." With the last words, I could feel her tense and clench as her orgasm
started. Though I tried to hold back, I was too near the edge myself; I thrust
into her again and held her immobile, hands digging into her ass, as mine began.
For a few minutes, we lay holding each other, my softening cock still inside
her. When she finally slid off, it was only far enough to lay beside me with her
head on my shoulder. There was a long, comfortable, silence. I was unsure if she
was still awake till she spoke. "Thinking about me fucking someone else really
turns you on, doesn't it?" Her tone was both amused and curious. I thought for a
moment before replying. "Well - yes, I suppose it does." "Why is that?" She
sounded honestly curious now. This time, I thought a lot longer, trying to make
coherent sense out of something I had always felt more than analyzed. She was
stirring impatiently before I started. "Do you know how an X rated movie can
turn you on?" (She nodded) "You know how exciting it can be, watching absolute
strangers fucking on the screen? I've always thought you were the sexiest woman
I know - imagine how much it turns me on to think of you spreading your legs,
watching someone else's cock sliding into your tight little cunt, someone else's
mouth sucking one of those tasty nipples . . ." I broke off and stared guiltily
at her. I was feeling both embarrassed and more than a little aroused again. Her
return look was slightly mocking. She gave a wry smile and shook her head. "You
are a strange man . . . Most men would be to jealous to even consider it. Could
you really handle it?" I paused before replying. "I . . . think so. As long as I
knew you still loved me, and were still coming back to me." "What *would* make
you angry, then?" I thought carefully. "Sneaking around. Leaving me. Not taking
precautions and getting some nasty disease." She laughed. "Pretty easy
conditions . . . You *are* strange. How come I've never heard this before?" I
had to swallow a lump before replying. "Because I was afraid of losing you. When
I've got my fantasy girl right next to me every night, the woman I most love in
the world . . . do you think I want to louse that up?" Somehow, we were hugging
each other tightly by the time I finished. I let the tightness of her embrace
push aside my fear. Ripping open your soul and exposing your hidden fantasies is
never easy, and I was grateful for her comforting arms around me. Even a moment
this charged eases eventually; as I gradually relaxed a question of my own
formed. "Why do you always ask for my fantasies? You're one of the sexiest women
I've ever known, you enjoy sex stories . . . but you never tell me what turns
*you* on." She looked away for a moment, then back. Her reply was halting. "I
don't really have any particular fantasies. I just like to listen to you, or
read a story, or watch a movie . . . after a while, I get hot." She was blushing
faintly by the time she finished. "Any particular stories or movies? *Nothing*
excites you more than anything else? You never have any daydreams, or thoughts,
or images that really turn you on? I don't think I believe you." She turned face
down till all I could see was the top of her head. When she spoke, I could
barely hear her voice. It sounded as if she were crying. "Oh . . . damn you!
What turns me on is thinking about you watching me while I fuck! Satisfied? I
think about you watching from the closet, or maybe two of you together, taking
turns . . . And when you brought that up tonight I was so hot. God, I feel like
such a slut." Her voice broke at the end. When she raised her face it was
streaked with tears. My comforting kiss was returned cautiously, then eagerly. I
felt myself responding almost immediately as she began sliding her slick pussy
up and down my leg. This time, there was no subtlety or playfulness in our sex.
This wasn't lovemaking, this was two rutting animals trying to fuck each other
senseless. We had just enough strength left afterwards to hold each other before
sleep took us.
Over the next several days, we had several long talks. We were both relieved to
find that our partner wasn't disgusted; at the same time, we were both unsure
how far we wanted to go. As a fantasy, it was fine - we had some of our best sex
while discussing it - but the reality was tricky. As hot as it made us, neither
of us thought that going further would be worth it if it broke us up, or hurt
our pair bond. At the same, if it *wouldn't* break us up we both were willing to
try. We finally ended up making a list of all our concerns and requirements for
going further. First, we both agreed that long-term commitments were out.
Friends, occasional playmates, yes, but our marriage came first. Just as
importance was safe sex. With all the diseases out there, only a fool would take
chances. Any sex would be with low-risk partners, and condoms would *always* be
used. And finally, we both felt more comfortable knowing that our partner was
present, or at least nearby. If we couldn't be together, we didn't want to do it
at all. For both of us, a good deal of the excitement was the voyeuristic charge
of performing for a loving audience. The hard part was finding playmates. In
stories, it's always easy; swing partners crop up out of nowhere. In practice,
it's never that easy. Consider our requirements - we needed someone or ones that
we could trust, who were healthy, attractive, available, and *discreet*. If we
were hooked into the swinging lifestyle, it would probably have been easier, but
we didn't know anybody who was; or, possibly, who was willing to talk about it.
Swinger's contact magazines are out there, and we looked at some - the variety
of advertisers was eye-opening - but neither one of us felt comfortable with
replying to an ad; it seemed too calculated, and cold. Swinger's party houses,
in the same magazines, were out for the same reason - we both wanted to get to
know a potential bedmate before deciding. We had been hesitating for months when
Rich called to let me know he was going to be in town. Suddenly, it all fell
into place. Rich was an old college buddy of mine. Since leaving college, we
only see each other occasionally, perhaps once or twice a year, but we made a
point of staying in contact. Best of all, he and Tam already had a well
established flirtation; I'm quite certain that if Tam and I had not been married
he would have long since have asked her out. Our only problem would be making
the approach. I waited till after dinner, the first night after he had arrived.
A good meal, and a bottle of good wine, had left us all feeling relaxed. When
Tam left the room for a moment, I took advantage of the opportunity.
Unfortunately, Emily Post never addressed the problem of how to politely ask
"Would you like to join the two of us in our bedroom and spend the night fucking
like bunnies?" Though I tried my best, I felt *extremely* awkward. "Are you
*serious*? Tam wants me to *make love* with her, while you *watch*? Are you
crazy? Or am I?" Unsurprisingly, he looked rather stunned. "Yes, we're serious.
Shocked?" "Yeah. I *was* right - you're both crazy." "But would you like to do
it?" "Damn straight - think I'll miss a chance like this? Man, I've been envying
you for the last few years!" He was still shaking his head in disbelief when Tam
came back.
It was an odd, hesitant, feeling. We all knew that we were going to go into the
bedroom and make love. No, that's too nice - we all knew that we were going to
go into the bedroom and fuck ourselves silly. It was just that until we took
that first step we weren't really *committed* - we could still back out without
too many hurt feelings. At the same time, we both wanted to go forward - if the
other was ready. Sensing our indecision, Rich stayed studiously casual, letting
us make the first move. I glanced at my wife. She looked scared, but also
excited. When I nodded questioningly in the direction of the bedroom, she
hesitated, then bobbed her head firmly. I stood up, and took her hand. As we
walked past, she reached back with her free hand to pull Rich along. Once in the
bedroom, Tam began unbuttoning her blouse immediately, as if to prevent second
thoughts. Her skirt fell to join it. She blushed slightly, but unhooked her bra
and discarded just as rapidly. Now she *did* blush, but slid her panties off
without slowing. Still blushing, she squared her shoulders and gave us an impish
grin. "Like what you see, gentlemen?" Her voice was more nervous than sultry.
Rather than detracting from her appeal, her shyness added to it. Except for her
doctor, I was the only man who had ever seen her naked; despite her fantasies,
and her happy enthusiasm in lovemaking, the only man she had ever had. And now,
shyness and all, she was planning on taking another man into her bed - her body
- while I watched. Despite my own last-minute jitters, I was powerfully aroused.
I looked at her, trying to see her as our guest must. She *was* lovely. Short,
slender, but rounded. Small, firm breasts tipped with dark, erect nipples. A
trimmed pubic patch that neatly framed her pouting cunt. Even across the room,
her labia appeared puffy and glistening, and the musky smell of an aroused woman
scented the air. I glanced at Rich. His attention was concentrated enough to
suggest that he was trying to memorize every line, every detail, of her body.
Tam held out her hand towards us, but Rich stood frozen until she took his hand
once more and led him closer to the bed. After the first step, he seemed in
control of himself once more. When he reached the side of the bed he gently
pulled his hand from hers, and began to unbutton his shirt. Once he saw how
closely Tam's eyes were following his hands, he slowed, his movements becoming
wider and rather theatrical. Since they were preoccupied with one another, I
began undressing myself. The sexual tension in the room, and Tam's obvious
arousal, had affected me also; though I hadn't noticed it till now, my cock was
already erect and hard. Even though he had started first, Rich's deliberate pace
had him just unbuckling his belt as I put my clothes away. Tam seemed to enjoy
the view so far. He gave me a grin as I walked up behind Tam and hugged her; it
widened as she pushed her bare bottom back against my erect cock and wiggled it.
"Can't wait?" The question could have been to either of us, but I answered.
"Just giving you some incentive to hurry. Wouldn't you like to do this?" As I
spoke, I cupped a breast and ran my thumb across the erect nipple. Tam leaned
back against me, allowing my other hand to cup her mound. She moaned as I ran a
finger up her slit; again, and louder, as I released her and stepped back. Rich
laughed, and abandoned his teasing, sliding his pants and boxers down together.
My laugh joined his Tam gasped. Though I'm not short of body hair, Rich has a
near pelt, and his dense pubic patch only thinned out slightly before merging
with it. My cock is of average length and thickness, with a slight upward curve
when erect. Unsurprisingly, he was as turned on as Tam and I, so I could note
his was a bit shorter, but it was also a little thicker, standing almost
straight out from his body. It gave a slight jump when Tam timidly stroked it.
When she stepped closer to him, he met her half way, bending to kiss her. When
her arms went around his neck, he pulled her close. Despite myself, I felt a
pang of jealousy when his hands gently kneaded her naked ass. Without letting
go, his hands slid lower and cupped her bottom, pulling her off the ground and
carrying her to the bed. For a moment, I though that he would plunge straight
in; instead, he slid a little lower and began to slowly massage and nurse on her
tits. I lay down on Tam's other side, propping myself up on an elbow to watch
them. I slid my free hand down to cup Tam's wet pussy; she gave a delighted
shudder when I slid a finger inside her. I gave her a smile before moving a bit
further back. Contrary to my first thought, Rich was in no particular hurry.
After a couple of tip-of-tongue flicks to Tam's nipples (she giggled), he backed
off a little and began running his hands gently up and down her body. To her
frustration, he paid no more attention to her breasts or cunt than he did the
rest; it seemed that he was intent on memorizing every feature before moving on.
Finally, her patience broke; she took his hand and placed it firmly on her sex.
He gave her an devilish grin, cupped her mound briefly, and drew her into
another lingering kiss. When he finally released her, she took command; pushing
him over onto his back, she got a condom from the bedside table and opened the
packet. Her crisp efficiency faltered for a moment when she started to roll it
on him; after all, this was only the second penis she had handled in her life.
With a visible effort, she calmed herself and finished rolling it on. I had
expected her to mount him, but instead she moved between the two of us, rolling
onto her back and spreading her legs. The invitation was unmistakable, and Rich
rolled over and kneeled between her legs. Though her eyes were on him, her hand
snaked over and grasped mine. I gave her a little squeeze of reassurance and let
my attention follow hers. With one hand, Rich had gently spread her swollen
labia; the head of his latex-sheathed cock was resting on the wet pink of her
inner cunt. After a breathless moment, he began to move it in. A storm of
emotions - envy, a pang of jealousy, sheer lust - went through me as he began to
slide his cock into Tam. Her lips spread a bit further, then began to stretch
until the head was fully inside; then the rest of his cock began to disappear.
Moments later, his pubic tangle meshed with Tam's neat patch as he buried his
full length in my wife's cunt. Their faces were a striking contrast; he looked
determined, serious, and somewhat concerned, as if afraid of moving too fast.
Tam appeared to be transported; her eyes were half-closed and her breathing had
speeded up. "Please . . . faster." I could barely hear her, but Rich speeded up
immediately, his second and third strokes coming faster and more firmly. From
the way he was pounding into her, I doubted that he'd last long, but it seemed
to be what she wanted; she was matching him thrust for thrust. It was the most
erotic sight I had ever seen: our friend's thick cock sliding wetly in and out
of my wife's tight cunt, plumbing depths that only I had ever explored before.
He surprised me; rather than coming almost immediately, he managed to keep
himself under control for several minutes, long enough for both of them to build
up a sheen of sweat. But despite his intentions, when Tam locked her feet behind
his butt he couldn't hold back any longer; he came with a half-triumphant, half-
frustrated bellow. Tam whimpered when he withdrew, but it was needless; almost
before he was out of the way I was on her, thrusting my own cock into her
just-emptied cunt. Though I sometimes dislike them, I was glad of the condom I
was wearing tonight; without it I might have come at once. Despite the thorough
fucking that Rich had just given her, Tam hadn't come yet - she seldom does
unless she's on top. He had taken her to the edge, though; only a couple of
minutes after I entered her I felt her body tighten with anticipation. As her
orgasm hit, I relaxed and let mine rise to join with it; I was dimly aware that
we were both screaming with the joy? agony? of release. For a while, we all lay
in an exhausted heap on the bed. Sooner than I would have expected, we began to
revive. After the first time, much of the evening passed in a sex- flavored
blur; only a few disjointed images remaining clear. Image: Tam riding Rich while
she and I exchange a passionate kiss. Image: Tam alternating back and forth
between our cocks, sucking each in turn. Image: Fucking Tam doggy-style,
pounding in as hard as I could while she sucked Rich's cock. Things like order,
and how many times each of us came, I don't know. The only other clear memory of
the night was the last time - Tam living out a scene from one of her favorite
tapes. "You want *what*?" I wasn't sure I had heard correctly. "I want you in my
ass and him in my cunt. Please?" I looked at her worriedly. "Can you? Not will
you, but *can* you?" "I . . . think I can. I *will*. Please . . ." She let it
trail off. Despite my doubts, I was ready. With the aid of plenty of lubricant,
I managed to slide my condom-wrapped cock through her tight anal sphincter,
doing my best to ignore her muffled whimpers. Once the head was in, it was less
of a struggle, but I still took it as gently as I could, pushing slowly in till
I was fully unsheathed. I gave her a few seconds to adjust to the fullness
before slowly rolling over on my back, taking her with me. I felt her legs
spread, and his knees press down on the bed outside my own. A moment later, I
felt his cock sliding into her. I let them find their own pace before beginning
to thrust; with both their weights on top of me, I couldn't move too much
anyhow. I could feel his cock sliding back and forth, separated from mine by
only a thin membrane, and feel his balls slapping against mine. Gradually, I
joined in. Without a word being passed, he and I began to move in unison; each
time we thrust I could hear a little groan/whine escape from Tam's lips. Under
my hands, her nipples were like little pebbles. This time, it was easier than
normal to tell when Tam's orgasm hit; her sphincter tightened so much that I
couldn't move. A second or so later, Rich's shudder announced that he, too, had
climaxed. I moaned with frustration; I was close myself, but unable to move.
Even when he withdrew, Tam's asshole held me immobile. Soon, though, the tension
eased. I rolled her over on her stomach and began thrusting in earnest. After
only a few strokes, I erupted in my strongest orgasm of the night. It was also
my final orgasm of the night. I was totally spent. Somehow, I remained conscious
enough to pull out, but I was moving like an automaton as I discarded the condom
and cleaned myself. Tam just lay where she was, barely enough energy left to
roll over onto her back; the lips of her half-open pussy looked swollen and
bruised. Rich bent to give Tam a kiss before stumbling down the hall in the
direction of the guest room. I barely remember pulling one of the discarded
blankets up to cover us before collapsing.
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