As summer gave way to autumn’s shorter days and cooler nights, John and Joyce became busy with work. Their social life was limited to Sunday morning golf and tennis with occasional dinners at the club to satisfy their food and beverage minimum requirements.
Their friends Kate and Bill likewise were busy with their children’s school and soccer activities, so they had not explored further the idea of swinging together.
One Sunday in the locker room after tennis, Joyce observed that Kate’s pubic hair was growing in. “Yes, Frank prefers my natural bush and the novelty has worn off for Bill. Now he is occupied with fantasies of me fucking other guys,” Kate told her.
She also added that she had snuck away for a night with Frank, their mutual “side piece”, on her own. She promised to give details at a more private time and place.
One morning Joyce answered her phone; “Hello?”
“Hello Joyce, it’s Tom, the appliance installer from last month?”
“Hi Tom, you calling to check on the dishwasher?” she chuckled.
“Ha, ha, no, I called to apologize. I spoke harshly to your husband after we had that wonderful sex and I regret it. I don’t want to miss out on another chance to enjoy your magnificent body and having many hot nights with you. I expect that you are annoyed with me.”
“Not annoyed, we just don’t want trouble. I am very in love with my husband and don’t intend to ever leave him. I just happen to have a thing for well-endowed black men and John enjoys giving me free rein to explore recreational sex with whomever I choose.”
Tom said, “I understand that now and want to get another chance.”
“I think you better discuss it with John,” she replied. “Why don’t you call him?” She gave Tom her husband’s cell number and they hung up.
The men agreed to have a beer together and get better acquainted. When they met, John opened the conversation with, “I am not upset with you, but you need to understand that I am not a submissive cuck whose life is ruled by a straying wife and her lovers. We are partners in this activity and neither is likely to act unilaterally beyond our agreed boundaries.” Tom digested this and nodded that he understood.
“How did you come to this lifestyle?” he asked.
“It started when I discovered internet porn. I began to suspect that the sex life that we had was well short of what was possible and that, not knowing better, I was a selfish and poor lover. I also saw that many men have bigger dicks than I do.
“So I began to put more effort into foreplay, imitating what I saw on videos. The effect was very positive, I could actually make her cum with my hands and tongue. Then I started talking about other men during sex and she got more excited.
“Finally we met this very handsome black guy and I could see that she was interested, so I invited him to dine with us and plied Joyce with lots of wine. They fucked and she went berserk on his huge cock, cumming repeatedly. To my surprise, I found that I too wanted to play with his dick and maybe to suck it.”
Tom took it all in, then asked, ”So, are you gay?”
“Well, I suppose one might consider me bi but I have no interest in being buggered and I’m not about to start trolling for men on my own, but when Joyce is playing I do like to join in. And we sometimes suck a cock together. So that’s the way we often play. She is free of course to play solo, so long as I am sure she’s safe.
“So there it is; it is recreational for us. I like to be friends with her lovers and feel most comfortable when we are. I actually like the fact that you are not terribly young. I can more easily relate to you perhaps.”
Tom thanked him for the explanation and while he wasn’t sure how he would fit their lifestyle told John to ask Joyce to call him if she wanted to get together. Not many days after their meeting Joyce did call Tom and invited him for an evening at their house.
John answered the door in shorts and a tee-shirt. “Joyce is just finishing the dishes; come on in to the den.” As Tom followed him he glanced into the kitchen and thought he saw her standing at the sink wearing nothing but an apron and heels. He did a double-take but continued after John.
“Have a seat; can I make you a drink?” John pointed at the sofa and went to a drinks cabinet.
“A beer would be nice,” he replied.
“Honey, when you come in bring a beer for Tom,” John called. “I’m having scotch.” He poured his drink and sat in a recliner across the room. A stereo was playing softly. They chatted about football for a few minutes until Joyce entered the room bearing a frosty mug of beer, sure enough in only an apron, thigh-high stockings and “fuck me sailor” pumps.
She said, “Hi Tom, welcome back.” She made a little curtsy, as she set the mug down, giving him a quick glimpse of her perky breasts, then stood directly in front of him. There she was, as beautiful as he remembered. He simply gazed at her perfect body. All he could think to say was, “I love your outfit.”
“Would you like to undo the ties?” she asked, turning her back to him. Tom was entranced by her tight little ass and, from his seated position, a glimpse of her bare split peach pussy. His cock was ramrod hard by now and straining his jeans uncomfortably.
“Honey, would you come and untie the neck string?”
John came over and reached around to do his part as Tom did his and the apron fell to the floor. Joyce placed her arms on John’s shoulders and stepped out of her shoes. She spread her feet apart, turned her head to Tom and asked, “Would you please remove my stockings?” Then as she kissed her husband he began to slide them down her perfect legs.
She bent forward, grasped John’s shorts pulling them with her until she had his erect cock in her mouth and Tom had a face full of her ass and pussy. Even that view was beautiful and sexy as he continued to peel her stockings down and off her feet.
From his position, he couldn’t lick her pussy but he could slide his hand under her ass and lightly stroke her clit while he nibbled and kissed her ass. She took her mouth from John’s cock to murmur, “Oh that feels lovely. Honey, he’s licking my butt and playing with my clit.”
She couldn’t say more because John plunged himself into her mouth again right to his balls and held there. Then he backed out and let Joyce turn toward Tom and kiss him. At first he thought that John had cum in her mouth and pulled back. But she pressed in on him and he gave in and accepted her tongue. The taste was strange but not unpleasant.
Her hand was on his aching cock. She whispered, “One of my favorite things is to kiss John while I suck another man’s cock. Can I suck yours now?” Without waiting for permission she unzipped his pants and worked them down and off.
By this time his raging hard-on was begging for someone to touch it; anyone. She dropped to her knees and grasped the root of his dick, then slowly approached it with her tongue out. When it touched the tip it was like a lightning bolt went through him.
“You do have a beautiful cock, my friend. It is so lickable.” She turned her head and said, “John, my pussy needs attention; would you please fuck me, darling?” Then back to sucking Tom. “I want him to cum in me so that we will have plenty of lubrication when I sit on your monster.” Turning her head, “Fuck me good, darling, fuck me really good. Oh yes, that’s it, keep it up, fuck me, fuck me. Please cum in me, I want your cum.”
He couldn’t believe his luck; this beautiful young woman was lavishing love on his hard cock and would soon surrender her pussy to him. Tom reached under her and held her breasts, loving the feel of them almost as much as her mouth on his cock head.
John’s thrusts pushed her down on Tom repeatedly and it seemed that she might take his whole cock down her throat. Her eyes were tearing from the deep penetration and soon John yelled, “I’m going to cum! Fuck, I’m cumming!” and he grabbed her hips for leverage and buried himself in her.
Joyce laid her head on Tom’s thigh until John’s spasms stopped and he fell on his back on the floor. “Lovely, sweetheart, now stay right there and watch me take this big beautiful cock.” She straddled Tom’s lap and unbuttoned his shirt before pressing her hard nipples into his chest and kissing him deeply. John sat up for a closer look at the action.
She pressed Tom’s cock against his belly and slid her pussy up and down along its underside for a few strokes. Then she raised up and John reached between her thighs to grasp Tom and aim his cockhead between her cunt lips. A trail of his cum was just visible, being stopped by the big brown glans.
“Now I’m going to fuck this beautiful man while you watch,” she announced as she slowly worked herself down little by little, to their mutual moans of pleasure. Tom was torn between wanting to lay back and enjoy the feelings or to suck on those hard nipples right in front of him. He laid back until she had his entire cock in then he leaned up, wrapped his arms around her waist, and attacked them with vigor to added cries of pleasure. He pressed his finger against her rectum. “Oh, fuck me you bastard!” she cried.
It took a very short time for her to reach a noisy climax. She pushed her face into Tom’s neck and held on until her orgasm subsided then she dismounted and, taking Tom by the hand said, “Come to my bedroom so we can be alone.” Then she bent to John and said, “Give us a little time, then come join us if you like.”
Upon reaching her bedroom she wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him. “I know John wants to suck your cock and I want you to let him eventually. For now, I want you to fuck me unconscious. I want you to cum deep in my pussy and fill me with thousands of little Toms.” She pressed him back on the bed and crawled between his legs, taking his half-hard cock in her mouth and cupping his balls in her hand. When he was hard again she rolled onto her back and beckoned him to her.
Tom’s heart was racing and so was his mind. He thought, “This woman is a witch; she is leading us around like puppies and we love it. My cock hasn’t been this hard in years; I could pound nails with it. It’s so sensitive it aches for her to touch it.”
She may be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; her entire body was open and ready for him to merge with her. In the subdued light she looked magical, her pussy, open and wet, so lickable, John’s cum still visible on her lips. He just had to bury his face in her. The odor was intoxicating. He licked from her ass to her clit, again and again until she cried for him to stop and fuck her. Slipping his cock into her pussy nearly made him cum.
At one point John came to the door of the room intending to join the fun, but Tom and Joyce seemed so intensely together that he couldn’t bring himself to intrude. Instead, he just watched and stroked his cock. They spent a very long time with her arms and legs around Tom and their mouths and genitals locked together rocking back and forth in unison.
The remainder of the night was a blur of her intense orgasms and finally Tom’s explosion deep in her pussy, both of them yelling in ecstasy, and finally lying together in a pool of sweat and cum. He finally untangled himself and after kissing her, tiptoed from the room.
John showed Tom out, then crawled into bed with Joyce. “Did he fuck you good sweetheart?” he asked.
“Oh, he fucked me sooo good, darling, my stomach muscles are tired from cumming. Thank you for opening this new world up for me. What can I do for you?”
“You can let me hold you until you sleep; then you can make my breakfast in the morning as you always do. Good night, love.”
