My name is Ken, and now at the age of forty-five, I’ve been looking back on the unusual way an enjoyable swinging sexual relationship began with my neighbors, Paul and Emma. I was thirty-five at the time, and my wife, Sarah, was thirty-three. We were, and still are, living in a middle-class neighborhood in a suburb of Omaha.
I was fortunate to get a job in the corporate office of a multinational conglomerate holding company that is headquartered in Omaha, and we moved into our home about five years before the main events in this story began. We were lucky to buy a home next to Paul, who works for the same company, and his beautiful wife, Emma, who are two years older than Sarah and me.
Our families socialized a lot, and just as Sarah and Emma became good friends, Paul and I were also close. We played golf together and helped each other with projects around our homes, and we usually drank a lot of beer together. Neither of us are uptight or possessive about our wives, and after being friends for five years, we’d usually end up teasing each other about how hot our wives are and what we’d like to do with them.
Sarah is five feet and eight inches tall, weighed about one hundred and thirty-two pounds at that time, and has blonde hair and blue eyes. With her perfectly shaped ass and 32D breasts, she looks a lot like the singer, Katy Perry. Emma is five feet and six inches tall, weighed one hundred and twenty-three pounds, and has dark brown hair and brown eyes. She also has 32D breasts, and looks much like the sultry actress, Rhona Mitra, who might know from the television shows, ‘Boston Legal’ and ‘The Last Ship’.
Paul was always talking about how much he’d like to fuck Sarah with his big cock, and I talked about wanting to eat out Emma. She has a bulging, prominent camel toe that is plainly visible in the tight leggings and yoga pants she wears. My dick is an average five inches, and Sarah was always teasing me about wanting to eat her out even more than fucking her. I developed a taste for pussy in college, and love eating out Sarah after we fuck too.
Conversation Gets More Personal
Our teasing about our wives became more personal when we were drinking beer and riding on our cart on the golf course one Saturday. Paul said, “Sarah was looking mighty fine last night when you guys came over. I’d love to suck on her big tits for a while, before burying my big cock in her sweet pussy. You wouldn’t mind me creaming her for you, would you, old buddy?”
I kiddingly pushed him in the shoulder, and answered, “Gee, I don’t know, Paul, you’d probably need to ask her about that. But I don’t think I’d mind too much if I could suck on Emma’s tits and thick-lipped pussy while you’re fucking Sarah. I love the aroma and taste of pussy, and after seeing Emma’s bulging camel toe so often, I could munch on that hairy thing for hours.”
Paul laughed and said, “Damn, Ken, do you really mean that you’d be happy just to suck Emma’s tits and pussy, and not fuck her, while I’m reaming Sarah’s sweet cunt? She’d love my thick cock in her pussy.”
I replied, “No, I guess I’d want to fuck Emma too, but then I’d eat her out afterwards. I love eating Sarah’s just fucked pussy.”
He scrunched up his face as he said, “Fuck, man, you eat your own slime out of Sarah after you fuck?”
I responded, “Hell yeah, I love the smell and taste of her pussy so much, that a little of my cum doesn’t hurt anything. And besides, it really turns Sarah on when I eat her out after we fuck.”
Paul then asked, in a more serious tone, “I know that the beer is doing some of the talking for us right now, but seriously, Ken, have you and Sarah ever talked about opening up your relationship to a little swinging? I mean, Emma and I are still fucking at least five times a week, but we have fantasized about maybe swapping with another couple, just for a little variety.”
He was taking our conversations to a new level, and I answered honestly, saying, “Sarah has admitted to me that she was pretty wild in college before we met, having sex with many different boys, and even telling me that many of them have bigger cocks than mine. But since we started dating and then got married, she’s never talked about having any interest in fucking other men or swinging. Are you serious about this, Paul?”
Paul didn’t seem like he was kidding when he replied, “To be honest, I’m not sure how I’d feel seeing another man fuck, or even eat out Emma, but I have thought about it a lot. If I ever were going to do it, it would have to be with someone like you and Sarah, since she is so fucking hot, and I trust you as a good friend.”
Then I said, “I don’t know how I’d feel about seeing Sarah with you or anyone else either, but the thought of being able to suck Emma’s tits and pussy sure gives me something to think about. Tell me how Emma tastes, Paul. I know from experience that women don’t all taste the same, and you must enjoy eating her out. I’d love to at least get a taste of her.”
He replied, “Sorry, Ken, but I’ve never been too much into eating what I fuck, especially since they piss down there. I’m amazed that you are so much into that, especially eating pussy after you fuck it.”
We continued talking about our sexual habits with our wives, as we finished our round of golf, and Paul asked me several times how I could have such a fixation for eating pussy, which he finds disgusting. I explained myself the best I could, but he still teased me about being a muff diver.
First Taste of Emma’s Pussy and Paul’s Cock
Sarah and I had sex that night, and I couldn’t help thinking about my conversation with Paul as I ate her out. I was beginning to wonder if she would be agreeable to swinging with Emma and Paul, but I couldn’t think of a way ever bring to something like that up to her.
It was routine for Paul and me to help each other in our yards on the weekends, so it didn’t seem unusual when he called me mid-morning on Sunday and asked if I could help him with something in his utility shed, which is partially hidden in the back of his big yard between two trees. It was an unusually hot summer day when I went over to help, and we were both wearing t-shirts and athletic shorts.
I walked in the shed and asked, “Good morning, Paul, what can I help you with?”
He answered, “Thanks for coming over, Ken, but I don’t have anything that will require much actual work. I tossed and turned in bed last night, thinking about what we discussed on the golf course yesterday, and thought of a way to help at least one of us to experience our fantasies.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but before I could say anything, he continued, “Emma and I usually go back to bed on Sunday mornings after we get the kids fed and they’re busy in their rooms or outside. That’s a great time for a leisurely fuck, like we did this morning, and I didn’t clean up afterwards.”
Then he pushed down his shorts, with no underwear on, and said, “I’ll sit in the chair, and you can get on your knees between my legs and experience the aroma of Emma’s pussy.”
He sat in the chair, and I was impressed with the size of his soft, thick, uncircumcised cock, which looked to be at least six inches long, and big, egg-sized balls hanging down on the chair.
I could already smell her pussy as I laughed and said, “Holy shit, Paul, just hang it all out there why don’t you. Damn, buddy, you really want me to get down and sniff your cock? I had no idea you’re this well-hung, and I understand now when you said you wanted to fuck Sarah with your big cock. Are you serious about this?”
Paul smiled as he pointed to his cock, and answered, “Hell yeah, Ken. You wanted to smell Emma’s pussy, and now’s your chance. You can even get a taste of her if you want to.”
I had never had a homosexual or even a bisexual thought in my life, and the idea of getting down there and sniffing his cock felt weird. But I didn’t want to miss the chance to get a closer smell, and I moved to my knees between his legs. I rested my hands on his thighs to keep my balance as I leaned down close to his cock, and I smelled the remnants of both her pussy juices and his cum, with a little cum still oozing out of his cock head and around his wet foreskin.
Paul started slowly shifting his position in the chair, causing his cock and balls to swing a little, and for the first time in my life I was attracted to a cock, and his meat on soft is longer and thicker than my dick is on hard.
He put his hands on my head and began to push my face down closer to his cock, as he said, “Go on, Ken, you might as well get a taste since you’re so close anyway. There’s just a little of my cum for you to taste too, but you said that you’re used to eating your own cock juice anyway.”
I leaned the rest of the way down and tentatively licked his cock shaft, near the head, and I loved the taste of Emma’s pussy juice. I also tasted his cum, which is similar in taste to mine, and I felt his cock flex and begin to harden as I continued licking it.
Paul continued holding my head in place, as he said, “You might as well suck it for me now, Ken, so you can taste all of her juices and clean them off my cock. Hell, I’ll even let you suck her juices from my balls. She always so fucking wet, and I usually have to wipe everywhere down there after we fuck.”
I moved one hand off his thigh temporarily to lift his hardening shaft to my mouth, and I loved the thickness and weight of it, compared to mine. I sucked his cock into my mouth and tasted the oozing cum that was still leaking out as well as Emma’s juices. Although I had no previous experience sucking a cock, I instinctively began moving up and down on his shaft, which had hardened to nine inches long, and struggled to open wide enough to take in his girth.
He started flexing his hips, thrusting his cock into my mouth as he continued to hold my head in place, as he said, “Oh fuck yes, Ken, suck my fucking cock. When you told me that you ate your own cum, I just knew that I could get you to suck my cock. Keep sucking, man, it’s going to take me a little longer to cum again, after fucking Emma only about twenty minutes ago, but I can hardly wait to shoot into your mouth.”
I was starting to panic, not only at the embarrassment of sucking my best friend’s cock, but also knowing that he intended to ejaculate into my mouth. I realized that I enjoyed sucking him, though, and didn’t think I would really mind his full load of cum, but I resisted a little, just to save face.
He held my head tightly in place as I feigned struggling to pull away, and he said, “Come on, Ken, stop fighting it. You know that you love my big cock, and I’ll bet you’re thinking about how much Sarah will enjoy it in her married pussy. This could be the start of a new relationship for our families.”
I enjoyed sucking his cock more and more, and finally relaxed, moving my hands around to grip his bare ass to hold myself in place. It seemed like I had been sucking his cock for about ten minutes, when I felt it stiffen further and begin to throb, as I felt and tasted the first spurts of his cum.
He held me more tightly then, and was moaning, as he said, “Oh fuck, yeah, cock sucker, eat my fucking cum, just like you’ll be doing after I fuck your wife. I’m a big cummer, and there should be plenty for you to eat even on my second load of the morning.”
Paul’s load did seem awfully big for having ejaculated into Emma only a half hour or so earlier, much bigger than my first load normally is, and I kept sucking, swallowing, and savoring his cum as his big cock deflated in my mouth.
He finally pushed me back and said, “Clean my balls for me now, buddy, because I think Emma juiced them up really well for you this morning.”
I sucked his long, hairy scrotum, before taking one testicle at a time into my mouth, and I loved not only the taste of Emma’s fluids, but also the idea that I was so compliantly sucking his balls.
Sucking Emma’s Pussy for the First Time
It seemed like I had been sucking his balls for about ten minutes, when I heard a woman’s voice say, “Damn, Paul, I didn’t believe you when you said you could get Ken to suck your cock and balls, just for the opportunity to taste my pussy. But shit, honey, I saw and heard everything, and Ken looks like he’s enjoyed it much more than just the taste of my pussy. Maybe I should give him a taste in the flesh since I haven’t cleaned up either since we fucked.”
My face was red with embarrassment when I looked up, with one of Paul’s balls in my mouth, and saw Emma standing there. I pulled back and said, “Oh shit, Emma, this is so humiliating having you see me like this. Did you really see everything?”
She laughed and replied, “Yes, Ken, as I said, I saw and heard everything. Paul told me all about your conversation on the golf course yesterday, and I could hardly believe that you’re such an avid muff diver. Paul is a great lover and satisfies me with his big cock, but the idea of being eaten out turns me on. If you really want to eat my pussy as badly as you told Ken, then now’s your chance. Just stay there.”
Paul stood up as Emma pushed her shorts down and off and sat in front of me. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I sensed the strong, arousing aroma of her juices and Paul’s cum from their recent fuck. Her skin tone is light-olive, and her vulva is even darker, covered in a neatly trimmed layer of black hair. Her labia are so thick and bulging, and she moved her legs over my shoulders as I moved in to suck her.
Her hair was matted with Pauls’ cum and more was oozing out of her. I covered her pussy with my mouth and began sucking and licking her clean, before finding her oversized clit, and sucking on it like a little dick. She was moaning and tightened her legs around my back to hold me firmly in place, and I could hardly believe my luck at being able to feast on her pussy.
Emma had a squirting orgasm in my mouth as I sucked her pussy, and I kept sucking for more of her sweet juices. I sucked her for what seemed like ten minutes, before she pushed me back and said, “Damn, Ken, that was even better than I hoped it would be. Paul’s never been too much into muff munching, but you seem to love doing it, as well as finding out that you have a taste for cock and other men’s cum.”
“We need to get Sarah involved in our new relationship with you, so Paul can fuck her pussy, and I can have you eating me out all the time. You can fuck me too, but only after we get Sarah in on it. You told Paul that she had plenty of other cocks in college, so it shouldn’t be that hard to convince her.”
They were both still naked, and I enjoyed seeing Paul’s cock and balls as much as her pussy. I said, “That sounds wonderful to me, Emma, but how the fuck can I bring this up to Sarah?”
She responded, “Maybe you can start by telling Sarah how Paul has been talking about wanting to fuck her, and that he said he has a large cock to satisfy her. You might even say that you saw it on soft a couple of times when you were pissing at the urinals at the golf club and know that it is big. I don’t know what you have between your legs, at least not yet, but if Paul’s cock is bigger than yours, you can play that up. Come to think of it, why don’t you show it to me now. I can thank you for what you did for Paul and me today and encourage you to talk with your wife.”
I stood in front of Emma and pushed down my shorts and underwear. She looked at my hardening dick and said, “This’ll do I guess, but I can sure see why you were interested in my husband’s cock, and I think Sarah will be too.”
She pulled me in and sucked my dick, playing with my tight balls with one hand as she gripped my bare ass with the other, and she sure knows how to suck. It was an amazing feeling when she took my dick and both balls into her mouth at the same time. I only lasted about two minutes after all the excitement of sucking his cock and her pussy, and I shot my load into her mouth as she kept sucking me and swallowing.”
When she pulled away, she said, “You talk with Sarah tonight, and I’ll go over to see her during the day tomorrow to find out if she wants to talk about it. My guess is that if you brag enough about Paul’s cock, she will likely want to ask me about it. Also, it might help if you let her know that you told Paul about your hunger for pussy, and how he reacted to it. Maybe you can say that he’d rather fuck with his big cock that eat pussy. If she’s willing to bring it up, then I’ll take it from there.”
Paul patted me on the back as I was leaving, and they both laughed as he said, “Even if this swinging thing doesn’t work out, you can always take care of my cock and balls for me, and Emma might give you a taste of her pussy every now and then, but only after I’ve fucked her.”
Discussion with Sarah
I was in a state of euphoria for the rest of the day and into the evening, thinking about what I had done with Paul and Emma that day. When Sarah and I finally got to bed, I started the conversation, asking, “Honey, have you ever noticed Paul paying a lot of attention to you when we’re all together?”
She gave me a funny look, and replied, “Yeah, I guess so; he’s always been a little flirty with me. But why do you ask?”
I answered, “Well, we were bullshitting on the golf course yesterday, and after having a few beers, started talking about very personal things. He told me that he and Emma have highly active sex lives and bragged how much she loves his big cock. And shit, honey, he even told me how much he’d like to fuck you. He’s hinted at that before Saturday, but he was really coming on strong yesterday.”
Sarah gave me a look like I was full of shit, and said, “Yeah, right, like he’s got the balls to tell you that to your face. What did you say after he said that?”
I replied, “We were both inebriated, and I didn’t want to get into an argument. I wanted to get even and told him how much I’d like to eat out Emma. That led to a whole discussion about how he’s not a muff diver and how disgusting I am. He said he just likes to please his wife with his big cock and would do the same for you in a heartbeat, given the chance.”
She smiled and said, “Yes, honey, you do like to eat my pussy, and I don’t doubt that you really would like to eat out Emma, the way she shows that thick-lipped pussy of hers off in those tight pants. But that was the second time he mentioned his big cock. Have you ever seen it? Is it really that big?”
I was happy that she was more interested in his big cock than me talking about eating out Emma, and I answered, “I have seen him at the urinals at the club a couple of times, and his cock looks big, at least on soft. It’s uncircumcised, bigger on soft than mine is on hard, and way thicker. You’ve told me that you fucked boys with bigger cocks than mine before we met, and I’m guessing that Paul’s cock would be in the upper range of what you’ve experienced.”
It was clear that she was curious when she asked, “Do you think he was just drunk and mouthing off, or serious about wanting to fuck me? And how would you feel about it if he did fuck me? You don’t seem to be all that upset about him saying that.”
My words had to be chosen carefully, and I answered, “I love you more than life itself, and don’t think I would ever willingly share you. But at the same time, I don’t own you or your body, and knowing how you enjoyed those better-hung boys in the past, I guess that I….”
I purposely let my voice trail off, not finishing my response. I thought if she weren’t interested then she would let it drop, but if she were interested, she’d want me to finish my comment.
She looked at me for a few seconds, and asked, “You guess what, honey? You can’t leave me hanging like that.”
I hugged her as I hesitantly said, “Well, uh, Emma and Paul are our best friends, and if you, uh, uh, were ever going to take another man into our bed, then, uh, I guess I would prefer it be Paul, as much as even that would hurt me.”
Sarah pulled back and looked at me, before smiling and saying, “Yeah right, Ken, and I’ll bet it would hurt you a lot less if you could get your mouth between Emma’s legs and suck on that juicy, fat pussy of hers.”
I said, “Look, honey, this all started with two drunk guys talking shit on the golf course, and maybe we shouldn’t take any of it seriously.”
Then we went to sleep, right after she laughed, saying, “At least I now know, based on what you said, that you’d be willing to give me up to a good friend to fuck, just for a taste of his wife’s pussy.”
Finding Out what Sarah and Emma Talked About
I was on pins and needles the next day at work, wondering if Emma would really go over to talk with Sarah, and if a sexual conversation would ensue. I could hardly wait until we were in bed, and I waited to see if Sarah would bring it up.
Sarah seemed nervous, as she began, “Emma came over today, and we had an interesting conversation. We had a couple glasses of wine before I got the courage to tell her every detail of your conversation with Paul on the golf course. I wanted to shock her by telling her that Paul was talking about wanting to fuck me. I thought she’d be angry, but she told me that Paul had been teasingly talking to her about that for months and even years. She wasn’t angry about it at all, and even thought it was sweet that he was attracted to me.”
I said, “Wow, honey, is that all she talked about?”
She continued, “Paul had told her about your golf course conversation, just like you told me, and she was apparently thrilled to hear about your desire to eat pussy, and especially just fucked pussy. She even asked me about the size of your cock, and when I told her, she kiddingly, I think, suggested that it might be fun to get together some night and swap husbands for a while. She said that Paul has never been into eating her out, and she’d love to experience that.”
“Then I asked her if Paul’s cock is as big as he implied to you, and she said that it’s nine inches long on hard and at least six inches in circumference. He apparently can fuck long and hard, and she loves it when he buries his cock to the balls in her.”
Their conversation went better than I could have hoped, and I said, “It’s amazing that you two were so open with each other. Where did you leave it with her?”
Sarah replied, “I was astounded at how open she was about everything, and how she made it seem like swapping husbands was no big deal. I couldn’t stop thinking about you saying that Paul would be the most acceptable if another man was going to fuck me, and how much I think you’d like to eat out Emma.”
“So, we agreed that we would talk with our respective husbands and see if they would be interested in trying to swap this Friday. We can get a sitter to watch all our kids in one of our homes, and then both couples can go to the other one. Emma might not be as happy with your dick as she is Paul’s big cock, but you can make up for that by sucking her pussy. What do you say, honey, can we do this?”
I acted like I was reluctantly agreeing, by responding, “Sure, honey, if it means that much to you. It will really feel strange seeing you with Paul, but then I won’t be seeing much with my face between Emma’s legs, sucking on her wet, thick-lipped pussy.”
Sucking Paul Again on Tuesday Night
Paul called me at home on Tuesday night after we finished dinner, and asked, “Hey, good buddy, would you like to go out for a beer?”
Sarah correctly surmised that Paul had talked with Emma and wanted to talk with me about it before Friday, so she had no problem with me going out with him. We went in my car to our favorite neighborhood bar, and after starting our second beer, he said, “Sarah must be hot for some of my big cock. Emma said that it took truly little convincing for them to agree to swap husbands, and I’m so looking forward to fucking your wife.”
I replied, “Yes, and I’m looking forward to not only fucking Emma, but also getting my mouth on her sweet pussy again. I was surprised how easily Sarah agreed to everything.”
Then Paul said, “I’ve got to take a piss, and since I have to wait another three days to get into Sarah’s pussy, it would be mighty neighborly of you to get me off tonight, so I won’t be too quick on the trigger on Friday. Follow me to the restroom for a feeding.”
We went into the corner stall, and I stood watching as Paul got rid of one of his beers in the toilet. Then I sat on the toilet as he stood in front of me, and I took his soft, piss-dampened cock into my mouth. I began sucking his tangy cock as it hardened, and he held my head as he forcefully fucked my mouth, confident that I would do his bidding.
He ejaculated in about five minutes, and I suckled his cock to get the remaining cum oozing out of the foreskin-covered head. He said, “Damn, Ken, you’re getting better at sucking my cock, and I can hardly wait to see the look on Sarah’s face when she sees you sucking my cock clean on Friday.”
We stayed in the stall for a few for minutes while I sucked his big balls, and then we went home to tell our wives that we would like to try swapping on Friday night, which was no surprise to anyone but Sarah.
Giving Sarah My Decision and Enticing Her
When I got home, I embellished my conversation with Paul to get Sarah excited, saying, “Well, honey, Paul and I talked it over, and we would like to try swapping spouses on Friday night. We’ll host them here, and the babysitter can watch all the kids in their home. I wanted to see Paul’s cock closeup before then, and I sat on the toilet while he dropped his pants and underwear. His cock is so thick and veiny, and I know you’re going to love it.”
Sarah was likely trying to tease me, when she asked, “Holy shit, honey, all you had to do is ask, and he whipped out his cock right there? That had to be a little creepy with you sitting and him standing in front of you with his cock so close. How close were you to his meat, and did you feel any urges, to uh, uh, you know, did it even cross your mind to maybe suck it for him?”
That was my chance to let her know that it didn’t bother me talking about sucking his cock, and to give her a little forewarning of me sucking him on Friday night. So, I teasingly and sarcastically said, “Well, I’ve never sucked a cock before, but his thick cock with the foreskin covering the head looked so tasty, and the aroma of his musky crotch was so enticing, that I thought about sucking him. Who knows, maybe I’ll suck it clean it for him after he fucks you, since I’m damn sure going to clean your pussy of his cum.”
She looked at me strangely, laughed, and asked, “Whoa, wait, are you saying that you want to suck my pussy clean after Paul fucks me? I know you love eating me out, but damn, honey, that would be kinky, and fun to experience and watch. And I guess if you’re as willing to eat his cum as you are in sucking your cum from me, then maybe it wouldn’t be such a stretch to suck his cock clean too.”
Swinging for the First Time on Friday
Sarah was the most nervous when Emma and Paul came over on Friday night, since she didn’t know what I did with them in their yard shed on Sunday. We sat in the family room talking about mundane things and drinking for a little while, with Sarah and me on one couch, and Paul and Emma sitting across from us in a love seat.
Paul waited until everyone had a little buzz on, and he was getting anxious to fuck my wife, when he said, “I was so happy, Sarah, that after Ken and I talked on the golf course, you and Emma had an agreeable conversation. I’ve never made it a secret to Emma that I think you’re hot, and she’s known for a long time I’ve wanted to be with you. I know that Ken is more orally oriented, and this should be a good swap. Please come and sit with me.”
Sarah moved over to sit with Paul, and Emma came to sit next to me, and we began hugging and kissing each other’s spouses. Emma is so beautiful and exotic, and I loved kissing her and rubbing her nice breasts. I was a little jealous at first watching Paul kiss Sarah and fondle her big breasts, but soon got over it in Emma’s arms.
Emma was rubbing my cock as Sarah was rubbing Paul’s massive, hard lump, and she’s the one that escalated the encounter, saying, “Let’s take this to our bedroom, guys, I want to get a closer look and feel of Paul’s big cock.”
We quickly got undressed and got on our king-size bed together, and after kissing Emma again, I moved down to suck her breasts, as Paul was sucking Sarah’s. Then I moved down to suck Emma’s pussy, as Paul started mounting my wife, so I couldn’t see his big cock push into her hairy, wet pussy.
Emma wrapped her legs around my head and back and held me in place as I ate her out, and she said, “Damn, Sarah, it’s wonderful being eaten out by Ken, and he sure seems to love eating pussy. How are you enjoying Paul’s big cock?”
They broke their kiss and Sarah answered, “Oh shit, Emma, Paul’s cock is so long and thick, and I’m already having an orgasm on his meat.”
Paul was still pounding Sarah’s pussy when I moved up to fuck Emma. I sucked her tits as I fucked her, and only lasted two minutes before cumming. Then I moved down to clean my cum from her pussy, as she said, “Oh fuck, now Ken’s sucking his own cum from my pussy, and it’s giving me an orgasm.”
Sarah was moaning and had her legs wrapped around Paul’s ass as they continued fucking, and I moved down between their legs to watch after he must have been fucking my wife for almost ten minutes. His ass began to clinch, and his perineum began throbbing, and I knew that he was inseminating Sarah with his big load of cum. He kept fucking her as his cock softened, and when he pulled out of her with a loud slurping sound and rolled to the side, I moved between her legs to suck her clean.
Emma and Paul watched as Sarah smiled down at me, sucking and swallowing Paul’s cum from her pussy, and she said, “That’s it, honey, suck all of Paul’s cum from me. It felt like a huge load, and you’re really lapping it up.”
After I rolled away, Paul was laying back with his legs spread, and Sarah smiled when I moved between his legs and began sucking and cleaning his cock. She said, “Oh fuck, I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or excited, seeing that my husband is a cock sucker now. But shit, look at him gobble down and suck Paul’s big cock.”
I sucked Paul’s cock for about five minutes, before moving down to suck his balls, and Sarah asked, “Whoa, honey, now you’re sucking his balls. You sure seem to be familiar with Paul’s genitals. Is there something you guys aren’t telling me?”
Paul explained how I sucked his cock and Emma’s pussy in the shed, as I continued sucking his balls, and we took a little break when I finished cleaning him. We had some snacks and beverages before another round of sex, where we kissed, hugged, and fondled one another’s spouses, before fucking the women again.
We got together every two weeks or so after that first night, and I also sucked Paul’s cock at other times when he felt the need to get off. We’ve continued swinging over the years, although not as often now, but I still give Paul relief when he wants it.
