In the previous story “An Accidental Swap,” Bob and Carol traded partners at a party, with Carol fucking another man and growing closer to a woman. On Sunday, Bob was very friendly, but he didn’t bring up the previous night’s events. The following week, he was away on a course until Thursday. During that time, I was in a state of anxiety, enjoying what had happened but wondering if I should have stopped it. By Thursday, I was a nervous wreck, worried about the future of our marriage. I prepared a nice dinner for Bob’s return and opened a bottle of wine. After we finished eating and cleaned up, I faced Bob and told him I felt awful about the situation and that we needed to discuss last weekend.
Sitting across from Bob, I began apologising, telling him how deeply sorry I was and that I should have stopped him—I promised it would never happen again. With tears streaming down my face, I implored Bob not to leave me. Bob stood, kissed the top of my head as he gently wiped my tears away, and reassured me he would never abandon me; he loved me and believed we could work through everything together. Feeling a mix of relief, shame, and a touch of silliness, I asked him to explain.
He explained that he hadn’t spoken to me after the party because he needed time to process everything—and he suggested I might have needed that time as well. I admitted that his reasoning made sense and apologised for being foolish, emphasising how much I loved him and how I never intended to hurt him.
After taking a seat again, Bob mentioned he had some questions for me and advised that I take a moment with each before answering. He stressed the importance of honesty, saying he wanted my truthful responses rather than what I thought he was hoping to hear, as this would help us move forward.
His first question was whether I had enjoyed being fucked by Mikki’s husband. I answered with all the strength I had, “Yes, I did!” Then he asked if I had come during our encounter. Responding honestly, I said, “Yes, I did,” and added that it felt wonderful. Next, he asked if Mikki’s husband had cum inside me. I lowered my head and nodded in affirmation.
Bob then inquired about my feelings watching him with Mikki. I explained that hearing her moan and telling you not to cum inside her had somehow persuaded me to continue with her husband. I felt disappointed when I noticed that as I rose, you had stopped fucking her, though I had also enjoyed the moment when Mikki wanked you off into my mouth, savouring the taste of your cum and her juices on you. Explaining that I loved to wank and suck Bob’s cock but to have another woman wanking his cock into my mouth was such a turn-on
He continued by asking what I felt when he kissed Mikki and sucked her breasts. I admitted it felt strange—I expected jealousy, yet I was incredibly turned on instead. I recalled watching you go down on her while I played with her breasts, and later, as you fucked her inches away from my face, I found myself compelled to pleasure myself—it was intensely erotic. Finally, when you withdrew and filled my mouth with your cum mixed with her juices, I thought it was absolutely fantastic.
Then came the all-important question that would change our lives forever: “Do I want to do it again with Mikki’s husband, and perhaps even allow other men to fuck me as well?” Without hesitation, my answer was a resounding yes, yes, and yes. I also shared that I was eager to explore more with Mikki, including the possibility of going down on her.
After grabbing another bottle of wine and pouring ourselves each a glass, we settled back. Bob stressed that it was essential for us to have an open discussion about our fantasies, ideas, and boundaries. I mentioned that Wendy and Martin had already done the same, which surprised Bob a bit, so I quickly explained what Wendy had shared with me. Our first agreement for our new lifestyle was that if the chance ever arose, we’d be interested in swapping partners with Wendy and Martin. I admitted that I was eager to experience sex with Martin and also wanted to explore more with Wendy—I even felt tempted the last time we were together to go down on her, though I wanted to discuss it with her first. We agreed that it was important to have a complete conversation with them since preserving our friendship was crucial.
I told Bob I was interested in a threesome that involved both another woman and another man. I even fantasized about a scenario with a group of men, though I doubted it would ever go beyond fantasy. I also envisioned a group of men masturbating for me and covering me with their cum. Bob said he was fine with all that and pointed out that being a typical guy he would love to watch me with Mikki or another woman.
Bob also expressed his desire to watch me have sex with another man—or even more than one. He recalled enjoying the sound of Mikki’s husband having sex with me and wanted to take it further by watching whenever possible.
I then asked Bob what Mikki had whispered to him at home after the party. According to him, she said she loved his big cock inside her and had asked if she could have it again. I confirmed that she had indeed made that request to me as well, although I noted it might be some time before it happened since she’d be out of action with the baby. I also mentioned that I would wait to see if Mikki was interested in exploring more with another woman, as I found her appealing and hoped she would be my first full girl-on-girl experience. I even asked Bob if he ever wanted to try something with another man, secretly hoping he might. He said he doubted it, though he admitted he had read that some husbands enjoy holding another man’s cock and even inserting it into their wives, and he could see himself trying that.
We talked for hours, covering every detail. We agreed that full honesty was number one and that we shouldn’t try anything unless both of us were comfortable. Although we didn’t have to agree on every detail beforehand, because spontaneity can be fun we promised to discuss any new experience afterward. Finally, if one of us wasn’t happy, we’d say stop. I mentioned that Wendy had a safe word—a word you wouldn’t normally say during sex—and we settled on “rugby ball.”
I told Bob that I believed Mikki would be out of commission for at least three months, and I was happy to explore new experiences with others while we waited. I was confident that when she was ready, she’d be open to having more fun.
I held his hand and asked him to take me to bed. I’d missed him all week and was worried I might have lost him, which was silly, I know. I love when he fucks me, even when it’s intense, because we’re so in love. Tonight, I wanted it to be slow and gentle.
In the bedroom, we undressed, went to the bathroom, showered, and cleaned each other. I gave him a brief taste of my affection by sucking his cock. After drying off, we got into bed. I kissed him deeply, moving from his mouth to his neck, down his chest, gently biting his nipples, then traveling over his belly, legs, and thighs, finally reaching the place I had adored for months the cock I fell in love with. I softly caressed him, exposing the head from its foreskin, and tasted the pre-cum that emerged. I continued to pleasure him, savoring every drop. I took the head into my mouth, gradually moving down, then back up, taking him deeper each time. I increased the pace, feeling him respond to my touch.
Usually, I enjoy being fucked first, then cleaning up, and getting him hard again before swallowing his cum. But tonight, I knew that if I brought him to climax first, our lovemaking would last longer. I pulled back until half of him remained in my mouth, using one hand to gently fondle his balls and the other to build him up to release. It had been a while since he’d cum. I moved my hand faster, applying a gentle twist, sensing he was near. His body trembled, and he released in powerful waves. The intensity was such that a little escaped my lips. It took several swallows to take it all in. I made sure to clean up any remnants, squeezing gently to ensure nothing was left behind.
Bob leaned back and kissed me, tasting himself in my mouth. He moved down to my breasts, sucking and gently biting my nipples. I urged him lower, craving more attention and release. Bob kissed my clit, teasing it with nibbles and gentle tugs. As he continued to play with my clit, he slid two fingers inside me, the wet sounds filling the room. His fingers moved rhythmically, while his tongue worked on my clit and outer lips. He brought me to a blissful climax, making me squirt over his face. Afterward, Bob fetched a facecloth from the bathroom to clean both my pussy and his face.
I kissed his cock and licked along both sides, then explored the skin between his balls and bum. Feeling adventurous and wanting to try something different, I teased his bum hole, gently pushing my tongue in a bit. He had just showered, and I could tell it was exciting him. I continued to lick his hole, pushing my tongue in as far as I could. His erection was as hard as steel, and I knew I’d want to revisit this experience if it led to these results.
As I lay back, Bob positioned himself on top of me, rubbing his cock over my entrance before slowly pushing in. We weren’t in a rush, both having already climaxed once. Bob withdrew, and I got on my hands and knees as he gently made love to me from behind. Then, I straddled him, watching as his shaft moved in and out of me. Finally, I lay on my back again for the concluding act of our passionate encounter. He slowly thrust deep inside me, then pulled out and pushed back in. The build-up was slow and intense, but when the release came, it was incredible. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body, my nipples ached, and my muscles clenched around Bob’s shaft, sending him over the edge and releasing his cum deep within me.
We kissed and snuggled together, and I gently licked away our shared juices from his cock. Gazing into his eyes, I expressed my love and said it was the best intimate experience we’d ever had. Shortly after, I fell asleep, feeling utterly blissful.
The following Friday morning, I jumped into the shower ahead of Bob. When I returned to the bedroom, Bob told me he had selected my clothes, which lay on the bed—and only those clothes. As he went off for his shower, I got dressed: a white blouse paired with a tie, a very short pleated tartan skirt, knee-length white socks with blue bands at the top, and white pumps—without any bra or panties. Glancing in the mirror, I could see that Bob intended a slutty schoolgirl look, and I was determined to embody it.
I headed downstairs to prepare breakfast—coffee and bacon sandwiches. Bob joined me, dressed casually, and we chatted over breakfast about nothing in particular. Every time I reached for something on the high cupboards or bent down for the lower ones, I was acutely aware of displaying my bare rear and intimate areas.
After breakfast, Bob moved to the lounge, leaving me to clear the plates and cups. When I arrived there, Bob was seated on one of the settees. He asked me to stand before him. As he looked at me, he explained that although we had already discussed and been content with what had happened at the party, I had still been very naughty by letting Mikki’s husband fuck me and come inside me. (I noted that he, too, had been naughty—this was all part of our role-play, nothing more.) Naughty girls who stray must be punished: “Get over my knee and lift your skirt.”
I hadn’t been spanked in quite some time—and never in this house—so I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Bob declared that, because I’d misbehaved so much, I was to receive twelve strokes on each cheek. He rubbed my right cheek and instructed me to count the strokes, but before I could begin, his hand came down hard on my right cheek, making me cry out.
When I didn’t count aloud, Bob announced he’d restart and told me to do so. With each strike, I cried out the numbers—first on my right, then on my left. By the time I reached ten on each side, my bottom was stinging, and despite trying to mask my discomfort, my arousal betrayed me as I became very wet. Two more strokes on each cheek completed my punishment, after which Bob carefully rubbed soothing cream into my reddened skin.
Then, slipping two fingers into me, he sent me over the edge into an orgasm that left his hand coated. Without missing a beat, Bob asked me to give him a blowjob. Although I reminded him that I rarely enjoyed that, I also told him not to cum in my mouth—ignoring my request he filled my mouth with cum. But then he ordered me to swallow everything. I shook my head in protest, yet he warned, “Do it or expect more spanks.” Reluctantly, I swallowed everything, secretly finding that I loved this role-play even more.
In the afternoon, we went out together and later stopped by a pub for a few beers.
After an early night, Bob asked me for another blowjob. I expected him to have sex with me afterward, but instead, he turned over and went to sleep. The following day, Saturday, was much the same: breakfast, spanking, blowjob, pub, blowjob. As I was stroking his cock, anticipating a good shag, he told me he was tired, rolled over, and fell asleep. Reflecting on the past two days, I realised that while the spanking was painful and left me sore, we both enjoyed it. However, I couldn’t tolerate being denied sex afterward.
The next day, I shared my feelings with Bob, and he apologised, explaining that it was part of our play. I told him I enjoyed the spanking but didn’t want to be denied sex again, or I would reciprocate. (Neither of us could probably last more than two days without it, as we were both very much in love and always horny.)
That afternoon, we had a Sunday roast with a couple of bottles of wine, then went to bed and made love twice before falling asleep. We even had a session in the night when I woke him up and again in the morning before getting up. This made me happy once more. We agreed that with our new life style, we wouldn’t always get it right first time and that we would learn and grow together. I stated don’t ever deny me sex again and I would be happy (another boundary agreed not to cross), happy wife, happy life.
We had decided to experiment with swapping partners while waiting for Mikki, and the first opportunity arose quickly with our neighbors Jen and her husband Mark. I was sitting in the kitchen having a coffee with Jen. They had visited our house a few times to drink and play games, with Jen often being quite flirtatious.
As we enjoyed our coffee, Jen asked about the party they had missed while they were away. I told her about the drinks with Bob and the host, who were scantily dressed showing off and flashing their cocks. I mentioned Sally getting a bit too hands-on with Bob’s cock, and Jen remarked that I never let her do such things. I replied that I didn’t know she was interested. She then revealed that they had swapped a couple of times, so I shared some details about Mikki, not in full detail though. I also told her the conclusion of our discussion, and she immediately expressed their interest in trying it with us. She admitted she was eager to get acquainted with Bob’s cock, and she knew Mark had a crush on me.
I called Bob over to explain our conversation, and we agreed to meet next Saturday for wine and takeaway to see how things would unfold.
Saturday arrived, and when Jen and Mark knocked on the door, I went to let them in. Jen handed me a bottle of wine as a gift. We had ordered Chinese food, so we all enjoyed it along with a couple of bottles of wine. Then Mark brought out a bottle of rum and suggested we play a drinking game. Bob went to fetch four shot glasses and a deck of cards.
The first game was simple: whoever drew the lowest card had to take a shot of rum, which served as a nice icebreaker. Jen then proposed playing truth or dare, and we all agreed, with each turn including either a dare or a truth paired with a shot. The initial rounds were pretty mild.
Then Jen asked me a truth question: “How many men have you been with before Bob?” I replied, “None.” I then asked Jen the same question, and she said, “Eight.” Bob asked Jen how many men she had been with since getting married, and she answered, “Four.” I asked Jen how many women she had been with, to which she replied, “None, and I won’t.” Jen then asked me how many men I had been with since getting married, knowing the answer was one.
By this point, we had all had quite a few shots, so Mark suggested we switch to only dares. I dared Jen to kiss Bob, and she, in turn, dared me to kiss Mark. Jen casually asked how many men I had performed oral sex on, to which I replied, “Only on Bob.” My next dare was to take out Mark’s cock and perform oral sex on him for three minutes.
I crawled over to Mark, unzipped his trousers, and pulled them down along with his underwear. I took his cock in my mouth and gave it a few strokes. Knowing I didn’t have much time, I focused on my task, noting that he was smaller than Bob. “Time’s up!” Jen shouted, and I stood up after finishing my dare, while Mark pulled his trousers up. “I’d just sucked my second cock.”
I then challenged Jen to do the same with Bob. She grinned at me as she released him, saying, “This looks nice,” before enveloping it with her mouth.
After that, I decided to spice things up a bit, so I whispered to Jen that the last one to get naked would have to take a shot. We both jumped up and quickly stripped off our summer dresses. I was left in my bra and panties, while Jen was in her panties and tights. I noticed Bob admiring her lovely tits. I finished undressing first, as Jen was slowed down by her tights. Standing naked, we saw the two guys staring at us, and Jen simply said, “Come on, guys, strip.”
Jen approached Bob, pushing him down onto the couch and kneeling before him, she took him into her mouth. I kissed Mark, then pushed him onto the other couch, grasping his cock and moving my fist up and down a few times, drawing out a stream of pre-cum. I liked the taste of him, so I took him fully into my mouth. He looked impressed and expressed that he wanted to have sex, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward my bedroom. Along the way, I saw Bob going down on Jen, with her moaning in pleasure.
In the bedroom, I lay back, and Mark kissed me, gently caressing my breasts, which felt wonderful. He then sucked on each nipple, telling me he had wanted to do that since he first saw me. I was expecting him to go down on me, but instead, he positioned himself above me and entered me. He was a little smaller than Bob but still felt nice. I was starting to enjoy the sensations and was building up to my first orgasm. Suddenly, he thrust deep inside me, growled, and released into me. To make matters worse, he apologized, got dressed, and left. It was the second time I’d been fucked and left after sex.
Feeling sorry for myself and listening to Jen’s soft moans, I walked to the lounge and sat down, still naked. I watched as Bob sat back while Jen rode him, with her back to me. Each time Jen lifted herself, Bob’s cock would slip out. Every time, Jen would reach down, place his cock at her entrance, and lower herself onto it.
After about fifteen minutes, Jen stood up and said, “This isn’t working. I don’t like being watched.” She slipped on her dress, picked up her tights and panties, and apologized before leaving to go home to Mark.
Our first planned swap hadn’t gone as well as we’d hoped. I took Jen’s place, lowering myself onto Bob’s cock. Kissing him, I said, “I desperately need to cum.” My Bob didn’t let me down, bringing me to orgasm twice before filling me with his cum. I hugged him, saying, “Well, that wasn’t what we planned.” I explained to Bob what had happened to me. Bob said he had tried to fuck Jen in different positions, but each time he pushed into her, she would make exaggerated movements and his cock would slip out.
I slid to the floor, wrapping my lips around his limp cock, bobbing my head up and down. I could feel him growing as I sucked and stroked him, getting him hard again. “I loved taking his flaccid cock in my mouth and making it grow until it widened my mouth.”
Getting onto my hands and knees, I told him to fuck me hard and make me cum. I enjoy slow lovemaking and teasing each other with gentle sex, but right now, I just wanted it hard and fast. I’m so lucky Bob can do both. He slapped my ass as he pushed in and out of my pussy, taking me to dreamland. When I came, it was wonderful, my body shaking as I fell onto the settee.
As I recovered, I told Bob I wanted his cum in my mouth. He slowly stroked himself into my mouth as I licked his head until I got my lovely cocktail of warm, salty spunk. Swallowing it all and licking him clean, I pulled him to bed, falling asleep in his arms.
The following morning, as I was tidying up, Jen knocked on the door while Bob was out. I invited her in, and we made coffee, sitting down at the table. Jen, staring at the floor, apologised for Mark’s actions, explaining that he left because he was embarrassed. He had wanted to be with me for a long time, and when the moment came, he just couldn’t control himself. She also mentioned that she wasn’t comfortable with being watched, and it was my turn to apologise. I admitted that I enjoyed watching Bob with others and should have asked for permission first. Jen reassured me not to worry, saying life isn’t always a fairytale, which lifted my spirits.
We both agreed that the night had been enjoyable, but when it came to intimacy, we sought something different than their approach. It all worked out well, and we stayed friends until we eventually moved away. We often spent evenings together, drinking and playing games, which sometimes led to us being naked, but we never ventured into anything sexual again. Nonetheless, we had fun, and afterward, we would have great sex with our husbands.
For the August bank holiday, Bob and I hosted a party and invited both neighbours and friends. Mikki had just had a baby boy, so she couldn’t make it. Besides Jen and Mark, the neighbours from the apartment above on the right attended Katy, her husband Tom, and his brother Pete. Altogether, we had about twenty people. As the party began to wind down, I slipped outside for a chat with Katy. She and Tom had been married for five years, and her brother-in-law Pete was staying with them for a few months while he trained in the area—he was due to leave in a month.
Katy then mentioned an intriguing conversation she’d had with Jen, who hinted that after a drinking game we had gotten up to some things with them. I clarified that if by “got up to things” she meant that we swapped partners, then yes, we had. Katy laughed and added that Mikki had confessed to enjoying Bob’s cock and even recommended him to her. Laughing, I replied that she ought to ask me first.
Then, without hesitation, Katy asked if she could spend the night with Bob, claiming that I would enjoy Tom because he was such a considerate lover. At first, I was shocked, but considering Bob and I had already agreed to try something along those lines. Still, I told her I wasn’t opposed to the idea and asked for some background. Katy explained that early in their marriage, they met a couple who were into partner swapping and were invited to join in—an experience they both enjoyed. They had tried various arrangements, including threesomes and swapping partners. She continued by recounting that when Pete had been staying with them, one night they all returned home quite drunk. Tom started making out with her, Pete excused himself, and before anyone knew what was happening, she blurted, “Stay and join us.” Tom agreed, saying it wouldn’t be the first time they’d shared girlfriends, and they ended up having a threesome that she absolutely loved. They had incorporated it into their relationship a few more times since then.
I then explained what Bob and I had agreed to try: I would love to have Tom fuck me while she took Bob, with the final decision resting with Bob. I told Katy to go and fetch Tom and Bob.
When she returned, I announced, “Alright, boys, Katy has something to ask you.” Katy looked at Bob and said, “I want you to take me home to bed,” then turned to Tom and added, “I want you to stay here and fuck Carol, and I’ll see you in the morning.” Bob asked if I was okay with this arrangement, and I replied that I was, on the condition that we would all share the details the following day.
After everyone except them had left, Katy kissed Tom, reminding him to look after me, while I gave Bob a kiss and told him to have fun. Katy, Bob, and Pete headed over to her house, and Tom followed me to my bedroom.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I began kissing Tom passionately. He responded by squeezing my breasts through my top. He then pulled my top up, and I raised my arms to help him. With his hands behind my back, he unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. Pushing him to sit at the edge of the bed, I knelt down and untied his shoes, removing them along with his socks.
I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down along with his underwear. His cock was already hard, impressively sized and shaped. I grasped it with my hand and slowly stroked him, my mouth just inches from the tip. As pre-cum leaked out, I stuck out my tongue to lick it up, repeating this a few times before taking him into my mouth about halfway.
Slowly, I bobbed my head, taking more of his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. Lifting my head and sticking out my tongue, he slid into my throat in one smooth move, eliciting a loud moan from him. I kept him there for a while, then slid up so that just the tip was in my mouth before taking him all the way down again, repeating this a few times as his breathing grew heavier.
With one hand, I stroked and twisted his cock into my mouth, while the other played with his balls. His breathing became more labored, and he moaned, politely warning me that he was about to cum. I grasped him harder, sucking and hollowing my cheeks. His cock swelled in my mouth, and the first spurt hit my mouth. I swallowed quickly as more jets followed, continuing to swallow each one. Jet after jet filled my mouth; Bob came a lot, but this was much more than I was used to. As the jets slowed down, I swallowed the last gulp, licking the head until I had it all. I licked my lips and fell onto the bed.
Tom expressed his thanks for the deep-throating and proposed that I show Katy how to do it. I inquired if he always came so much, and he confirmed that he did. He requested that I not tell Katy it was the best blowjob he’d ever had, mentioning he had never had someone take all of him in before. He kissed me, and our tongues intertwined.
He gently pushed me back, whispering that it was my turn. His lips trailed down my body, pausing to caress and suck on my breasts and nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me. He continued his descent, kissing every inch of my belly, my feet, calves, and thighs. A soft blow on my mound followed by a slow, deliberate lick up my slit made me shiver with anticipation.
His tongue explored every fold, taking my clit into his mouth, and I could feel the heat building. He slipped two fingers inside me, sliding in and out while his tongue circled my outer lips and clitoris. As I neared the peak, he pushed a finger into my ass, sending me over the edge. Shivers coursed through my body, my nipples hardened, and I trembled with release.
Tom moved back up to my mouth, kissing me gently. He was hard again, and he eased his cock into me, slowly going deeper. His cock wasn’t as long as Bob’s but slightly wider, and it felt incredible. I met his thrusts, our bodies moving in sync as he kissed me deeply. The familiar sensations built within me, and Tom whispered he was close, asking if he could come inside me. I told him not to dare pull out. With four deep thrusts, I felt him cum deep within me, triggering an even more intense orgasm.
He collapsed on top of me, pinning me down with his cock still buried inside. It felt so good. We lay there, catching our breath. I admitted that this wasn’t what I expected from our party, but it was amazing. I cleaned his cock, and we drifted off to sleep, spooning each other.
As I fell asleep, I thought this was by far the best extramarital sex I’d had, much better than the previous quick encounters.
Upon waking, I gently caressed Tom, bringing him to full erection. I straddled him and lowered myself onto him, establishing a steady rhythm as we enjoyed our morning fuck. Tom eventually came, and with a few strokes of my clit, I soon followed. Since Katy had mentioned they’d return around noon, we took our time. I suggested a shower and invited him to join me to wash my back. After adjusting the water temperature to our liking, we stepped in. I handed Tom the soap, and he leisurely lathered me from head to toe, arousing me further. He then washed my hair and rinsed me off.
When it was my turn, I repeated the process for him. As I reached his manhood, I ensured it was thoroughly clean, coaxing it to life. Kneeling down, I took him into my mouth, savoring the moment until he released his morning gift, which I eagerly swallowed, finishing with a gentle kiss.
After drying off, we dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. As we finished tidying up and enjoying another cup of coffee, Katy and Bob entered through the kitchen door. Katy’s radiant smile spoke volumes. I made coffee for them, and we all conversed like old friends rather than acquaintances from the previous night.
It being Sunday, I suggested the guys head to the pub for a couple of hours, giving Katy and me a chance to catch up. Katy chimed in, telling them not to hurry back. Once they left, I opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and we spent the time sharing stories about our evening exploits.
I recounted everything we had done, confessing that I enjoyed it much more than my previous two hurried encounters. I mentioned how Tom’s volume was so much that I struggled to swallow it all. Katy apologized, saying she should have warned me. When I asked if he had always been like that, she shared that the first time they had sex, she wasn’t on the pill and told him to pull out. When he did, he covered her from head to pussy. It took her by surprise, but now she was used to it and enjoyed it.
Then she recounted her night, explaining that Bob was surprised when Pete joined them. She clarified the situation to him. She had gotten them both hard and on her hands and knees, told Bob to fuck her while she sucked Pete. Smiling, she admitted she loved feeling Bob’s big hard cock inside her. They swapped positions a few times until Bob came in her mouth and Pete in her pussy.
After a while, she got them hard again, repeating the process with the guys taking turns. This time, she made sure Bob came in her pussy while she took a mouth full of Pete’s cum. After that, Pete went to his room, leaving them together.
Pete was out early the next morning, so she had a leisurely time enjoying Bob’s cock.
They had sex twice, and she mentioned that Bob surprised her by going down on her and cleaning up all the cum. She suggested I should convince Tom to try the same. I then mentioned that Tom wanted me to teach her how to take all of him into her mouth. She looked skeptical and exclaimed that it wasn’t real and only porn stars did that. I explained my technique and suggested she practice on a dildo before trying it with Tom.
She said that although they had swapped partners a few times and had many threesomes, that was the first time they had spent the night with someone else, and she had enjoyed it. I agreed, telling her it was such fun.
We then talked about our lives and backgrounds. She was amazed that two years ago I was a virgin and had only been with Bob until a few weeks ago, and look at me now. She reminded me that out of the couples in our building, I had slept with four of the five guys. She added that she doubted I would bother with the other couple as they were much older and didn’t join in.
Katy confessed to me that she didn’t want this to be a one-time thing and was eager to explore more with us. She asked if we could meet up another weekend. I suggested that since the pub Bob frequented had a couple of strippers on Sunday and we’d have two horny guys coming back, why not have a meal and play around tonight since the next day was a holiday.
I mentioned to Katy that I had one condition—I had watched Bob with someone else, and he wanted to see me with another man. Katy thought this was a fantastic idea. Together, we prepared a meal just in time for the guys’ return. After dinner, we settled in the lounge with more wine. I suggested it would be more enjoyable if we were all naked, so everyone got undressed. It was my first time seeing Katy naked, and I was amazed by her appearance—around five foot eight, with long blonde hair, beautiful breasts, and a small tuft of pubic hair.
I asked Bob and Katy to sit while Tom and I got on the rug. I took his cock into my mouth, sucking deeply until I had it all the way in my throat, noticing Katy’s look of astonishment. Then I told Tom to lie down facing them, and I lowered myself onto his cock in reverse cowgirl position, ensuring they had a great view. After we both climaxed, it was our turn to watch them. We stayed naked and finished the wine. Katy and Tom got dressed, thanked us for a wonderful weekend, and promised to spend more time with us in the future. Bob and I went to bed exhausted and quickly fell asleep.
The following day was a bank holiday; after showering, I entered the bedroom to find Bob had laid out an outfit for me. It was a black and white maid’s dress, complete with stockings, suspenders, and frilly French maid panties. Once dressed, I looked the part, as reflected in the full-length mirror. As I made my way downstairs and entered the lounge, I noticed my “naughty Carol” paddle prominently placed on the table.
Bob began, “Where do I even start? Spending a night with another man, letting him cum in your married pussy and mouth. And to top it all off, blatantly fucking him in front of me and his poor wife.” He instructed me to retrieve the paddle. Without a word, I bent over his knee. He pulled my panties down to my thighs and delivered twelve hard spanks to each cheek. It took only his fingers inside me to bring me to orgasm. I stood up, pulled my panties back up, kissed him, and thanked him before going to change.
Bob followed me upstairs and, as usual, applied soothing cream to my bottom. He then suggested we go for a drive and a walk, noting the lovely day outside. We dressed in shorts, tops, socks, and pumps. After parking, we took a long, leisurely walk around the lake and followed a trail into the woods. Feeling adventurous, I pulled Bob off the trail towards some trees. Ensuring we were alone, I stripped down to just my socks and pumps, leaning against a tree. “What are you waiting for?” I asked. Bob quickly dropped his shorts and took me hard, filling me with his cum. I then knelt and cleaned his cock before pulling his shorts back up.
On our way home, we stopped at a pub for chicken in a basket and a beer. That night in bed, I kissed Bob and thanked him for a wonderful weekend. I told him I loved him and appreciated his encouragement to explore and find myself sexually. I asked if he enjoyed watching me with another man. He admitted it was better than he imagined, especially with his wife Katy naked, adding it didn’t harm as she gently stroked his cock while they both watched.
Two weeks later, Pete had departed, and Katy and Tom joined us. We were all naked; Katy was astride Bob, while I was kneeling on the sofa with Tom behind me. Looking back, I quietly asked Tom if he wanted to take my ass. Katy had mentioned they were into it, just like Bob and I were. Tom eagerly agreed, fetching the lube from the bedroom. After applying it to him and myself, I resumed my position. It took some time, but eventually, my muscles relaxed, and he slipped inside. His cock felt thicker than what I was accustomed to. Katy watched intently as she rode Bob to a mutual climax. Tom, pumping my ass and fingering my pussy, brought me to an intense orgasm as he filled me with his cum.
Later, after Tom and I showered, I shared a bed with Bob while Katy and Tom used the spare room. The next morning, gathered in the lounge, Bob instructed me to stand and strip. Thinking more sex was on the horizon, I eagerly complied. However, Bob asked if I had sought Katy’s permission for Tom to take my ass. I admitted I hadn’t.
Katy played along, saying she hadn’t given her consent, and she was very surprised. Bob pulled me over his knee and spanked me, the first time I’d been spanked in front of others. Then, Bob invited Katy to take over, saying she should be the one spanking me. After a few smacks, Katy said the angle was wrong and instructed me to lie across her lap. She spanked me just as hard as Bob, but it felt more intense. Bob passed Katy some cream, which she rubbed into my cheeks, bringing me to another orgasm, much to my embarrassment.
After that, we spent a lot of time together, enjoying each other’s company and some amazing sex. Late October, Tom received a new posting, so we spent the weekend at their house. It was two days filled with eating, drinking, and lots of fucking until Katy and I were completely full of cum and satisfied. It was a memorable farewell for all of us.
On Monday and Tuesday, I helped Katy pack up and clean the house. On Wednesday, the movers came to collect their furniture and belongings. I took her to drop off the keys, and then we went back to wait for Tom to pick her up. While waiting, I asked Katy to write to me once she was settled and had her new address and phone number. When Tom arrived, we all said our goodbyes, and I watched them leave, feeling quite sad.
This wasn’t the end, though. Over the next five years, we would reunite when we were all in the same town and Bob and Tom weren’t at sea. It happened about two or three times a year. Unfortunately, after we moved from Plymouth, we lost contact.
The night they left, after Bob and I made love, I reflected on the past few months. In the last twelve weeks, I had gone from being with just Bob to having sex with four men all coming in me. I had sucked three cocks swallowing two of their cum. I had also enjoyed being spanked by another woman. My cock count had gone from one to four and my experiences had expanded significantly.
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