I was in bed reading my book and Jenna, my wife of twelve years, was lying next to me. I assumed she was asleep, but then she rolled over and looked at me.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what?”
“You know I love you, right?”
“I love you too, babe,” I replied, wondering what was coming.
“I’ve been thinking about spicing things up, you know, our sex life.”
“Really? What do you mean?” I asked, putting down my book and wondering what she meant. We’d always had a good sex life. Like most couples, we did it more when we first got together. The frequency had dropped; since we had the boys, busy lives, and not having much alone time put paid to most of our sex sessions, but we still did it two or three times a month.
“I was talking with Beth at work the other week, and she mentioned they had decided to spice their sex life up. They now involve other couples.”
“Swingers?”
“Yeah, but only occasionally.”
“You want to hook up with them?” I questioned.
“No, well, not really, but I was thinking about whether we could, you know, experiment with the idea?”
I had never contemplated being with anyone else, and the thought of Jenna being with someone else didn’t appeal to me.
“Are you not happy with what we have?” I asked.
“Yes, I wouldn’t change what we have, just add to it a little.”
“A little? Having sex with someone else isn’t what I’d call little,” I said.
“I know, maybe a bad word choice, but Beth said it did wonders for them. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other for weeks afterwards. They got caught by their eighteen-year-old daughter having a quickie in the bathroom one morning, highly embarrassing, but they swear it improved their sex life no end.”
“Are you not happy with what we have? We don’t do it as often as we used to, but we can try to make more time.”
“I am happy, and I’d like more, but doing something different could be exciting. Anyway, promise me you’ll think about it. Don’t make a decision right now,” she said, laying her head on my chest.
“How would it work?” I asked.
“Beth said they registered on a website along with many other couples. It’s all anonymous, with only first names, fake if you want to, no personal details, just a few photos. Contact is made with a couple, and if they are interested, they meet up. She said it’s best to keep a distance, not anyone local, meet somewhere in between and see how you get on. She said they met an hour from home and had a few drinks and a meal. The original idea was to see if they liked each other and meet up again later if they wanted to go further, but they ended up swapping rooms that night for a few hours.”
“Wow, sounds like they have it all sorted,” I said.
“Yeah, just think about it, honey; if you don’t want to, then that’s fine with me. It’s just an idea.”
“Ok, I’ll think about it.”
For the next few weeks, that was all I could think of. Being with someone else did excite me, but her being with someone didn’t. Jenna never mentioned it again, and I never brought it up in conversation at all.
One night she was riding my cock. It was the first time we’d had sex since she brought up the idea. She leaned in and kissed me. “So, have you thought about it?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah, I keep going over it in my head.”
“What do you think?”
“I’m not sure. I need more time to think about it.”
“Ok, so it’s not a no then.” She smiled down at me.
“No, but it’s not a yes either. We need to be 100% sure that if we do, it won’t affect our relationship.”
She nodded. “I know. We could always have a look and put our details out there. We don’t need to go ahead with anything. Even if we meet up with a couple, we can walk away if either of us isn’t 100% happy.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, helping her ride me slowly.
“Perhaps we could find a younger couple, and you can work this wonderful deep into some young hot blonde.”
I laughed, “I doubt any hot young blonde would want me, but some young stud would definitely like a go with you.”
She laughed. “Now that sounds like fun,” she said, grinding herself against me. “Don’t put yourself down. There are plenty of young girls that would be with you. Maybe a redhead, deepthroating you, sucking the cum out of your balls.” My cock twitched at the thought; she knows I have a thing for redheads.
“I know you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Seeing her gagging on your cock, forcing you deep into her mouth as you cum down her throat,” she moaned, slamming herself against my cock. She held my face as she rode me, her boobs swinging around as she worked my cock hard. My mind switched to a hot redhead gagging on my cock, and I came, holding Jenna against me as I unloaded into her wet pussy. “See, you like the idea, don’t you,” she giggled, leaning back and stretching herself.
“Fantasising and doing it are two different things, though,” I said as I regained control of my breathing.
“I know,” she said, climbing off me and lying next to me.
We held each other for a while, and then she got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. She got back into bed, and we spooned; I wrapped an arm around her and held onto her boobs as we drifted off to sleep. “Babe,” I said, “why don’t you register and see what interest there is.”
She rolled over and faced me. “Are you sure? I’m not pushing you am I?”
I kissed her. “Go and get your laptop.”
She smiled and jumped out of bed. I watched her slim, athletic figure run out of the bedroom. Soon, she was back and sat on the bed. I watched as she logged into a website. “I’ve already registered,” she giggled. “There’s nothing on there, however. Let’s fill it out together.”
We filled out our details, basics such as heights, sizes, likes, dislikes, etc. You could just add a generic photo if you wanted, which we chose to do. Any interested couples could request a photo if they wanted one.
“Shall we have a look around?” she asked.
I nodded, and we went through some profiles of other couples. Some had photos, and they just seemed like regular people, which, indeed, they were.
“Be honest,” she said, “If you think someone is cute, then say it. I won’t be offended.”
“They won’t compare to you,” I said.
She looked at me and said, “That’s nice, but not true. I want you to be truthful. If you think they are nice, then say so. A simple yes or no will do.”
We went through quite a few profiles and we both said yes or no. Any noes were discounted, and we moved on. There were a few we both said yes to. As we were scrolling, a message popped up. It was from another user called Molly.
She introduced herself and included a link to their profile. Jenna clicked on it, and we read it and looked at their photos; there were quite a few on there, but something told us they were not new to this. Both of us did say yes to them, however. They were a little older than us, with two grown-up children.
Jenna hit the reply button. “Should I send her some photos of us?” she asked.
I shrugged, a little unsure, but they were just photos. They didn’t live around here, so they wouldn’t know anyone we knew.
Five minutes later, I was in the bathroom. Molly replied, saying they liked what they saw and if we wanted to meet up anytime, just let them know.
“We’ve got our first date. When shall we meet them?” Jenna asked.
“Do you want to?”
She nodded. “But only if you do, too. Remember, it’s just a meeting, and we won’t be doing anything we don’t want to.”
“Ok, we just need a babysitter.”
“I already prompted my mum. She’ll have them for a night. You know she loves having them over, so let’s make the most of it.”
“OK, I’ll leave it to you to arrange a date. It’s Saturday night, I guess?”
“I think so; it would be best.”
The next night, Jenna had booked a date with Molly, her mum was lined up for overnight babysitting, and a hotel midway between us was booked. “If we decide against it, we still have a kid-free night in a hotel to look forward to,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. “If you change your mind, let me know.”
“I won’t. We’re only meeting them, and then we can spend the night in bed. Just me and you, I mean.”
“Looking forward to it.”
A few weeks later, we drove to the hotel for our meeting with Molly and Craig. We checked in and relaxed in the room for a while. We were meeting them in the dining room at 6:30.
Jenna spent some time getting ready as she always does, redoing her hair and makeup and choosing one of the many outfits she brought. “Which should I wear? Slutty, hot or mum of two?” She asked, laying all three out on the bed.
“Hot looks good to me. Slutty might be giving them the wrong idea.”
She nodded and put the other two outfits away.
We sat on the bed for a while until it was almost time to go. Jenna put on her dress and shoes, and we held each other at the doorway. “Remember, we can walk away at any time,” she said.
I nodded. “If you feel uncomfortable about anything, just give me a sign, and we’ll leave. Ok?”
“Yeah, I love you.”
“Love you too.”
We headed, with some nervousness, down to the dining room. Jenna was a little overdressed compared to everyone else in there; everyone appeared to be wearing casual clothing, apart from a couple with their backs to us sitting at the bar.
“There they are,” she whispered. “Ready?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
We walked over to them. “Molly?” asked Jenna.
“Hi, Jenna, Tom,” she said, standing up from the stool and hugging Molly. She looked a little older in real life, but she still looked pretty. “Tom, good to meet you,” she said quickly, giving me a quick welcoming hug.
Craig then gave Jenna a friendly hug and shook my hand. “Drinks?” he asked.
We gave our drinks order, and we moved to a spare set of sofas in a quieter area.
We sat nervously, and Molly smiled at us. “You both look great. I love that dress, Jenna. Those shoes are to die for.”
“Thank you, so do you,” she said.
We started chatting about anything except why we were meeting. They seemed more relaxed than us. I guessed this wasn’t their first rodeo, as they say.
We went for dinner and talked about our jobs, backgrounds, families, and everything else. Before we knew it, we’d been there for almost three hours.
“So,” said Molly, “I think I can safely say that Craig and I like you both and are open to anything you want to do.”
Jenna grabbed my hand under the table, and I turned to face her. I could see the look on her face; she was relaxed and happy, so I knew that she was comfortable. “I think we feel the same, don’t we, Jenna?” I asked, admitting to myself and everyone else that I would be more than happy to spend some time with Molly.
“Yes, definitely,” she smiled.
“OK, should we change the conversation to our past experiences so you can get some idea of what happened?”
We both nodded our agreement.
They then went on to talk about how often they share, where they do it, who they do it with, etc. “We find it’s best for the first-timers to do things separately, so I’d be with you, Tom, and Craig would be with Jenna, either in different bedrooms or hotel rooms, depending on where we are. This helps you to concentrate on yourself and not what your partner is doing. Then, afterwards, you go back to each other and talk about what you did and your feelings about how it went.”
“It’s usually the best for couples starting out,” said Craig. “More experienced couples then share a room, which is definitely interesting for the first few times you do that, but it can lead to more fun as both guys can pleasure a woman at the same time.”
“Yeah, that’s awesome. The first time is a little weird, but honestly, it’s very rewarding and certainly adds more spice to the night,” added Molly.
“Well, more spice is what we are after,” said Jenna.
“Yes, aren’t we all dear? That’s why we are all here,” Molly said, causing us all to laugh. “So, we’ve had a wonderful night. It’s been nice to meet you both. There’s absolutely no pressure, and we’d completely understand your answer here, whichever you choose. Do you want to do something with us tonight, or would you want some time to discuss and think about it? If you are happy, we could arrange another time to meet up?”
I looked at Jenna, and she looked at me. We hadn’t expected this question; I assumed if we decided to go ahead, then we’d arrange another date.
“Let’s leave you to have a chat,” said Craig, standing up and gesturing for Molly to stand as well. “There’s absolutely no pressure. Have a talk about it, and we’ll be by the bar.”
We watched them walk back over to the bar. Molly’s short dress and high heels definitely framed her long legs. They held hands and went to sit on some spare bar stools.
Jenna turned to me and held my hand. “What do you think?” she asked.
“They seem like a nice, genuine couple that have been doing this for a while.”
“Have you noticed their body language? They are deeply in love with each other and show affection all the time, complimenting each other, holding hands, and making subtle touches. Their lifestyle doesn’t seem to have affected their relationship in a negative way.”
“I’d say it’s probably improved their relationship,” I said, looking over at them lightly touching each other.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight. We can think about it and let them know one way or another at a later date.”
I nodded. “Answer me honestly, babe. Do you want to have sex with Craig?” She looked at me but didn’t answer. I assumed she didn’t want to prejudice my thoughts, so I continued. “I’ve been looking at Molly for the last hour, and though she’s a little older, I think I’d like to spend some time with her.”
Jenna smiled at me. “By the time, you mean to touch her, play with her and have sex with her?”
I nodded. “What about Craig?”
She nodded. “Me too. I know it’s wrong, and it goes against our marriage vows, but I like him; there’s something about him. I want to do things with him.”
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “By things, you mean fuck?” I said into her ear.
“Yes, it’s just sex, some exciting and hopefully good sex. I love you and always will. It will just be sex with him. I make love to you.”
“Okay, so when?” I asked. She started to bite her bottom lip. “You want to do something tonight?” I asked.
“Should we? Or should we take some time to think about it?”
“Are we going to come to a different conclusion if we take some time to consider it?”
“Probably not. I want to do it tonight. Are you happy with that?”
“I think I am. Whatever we do, it needs to be safe, so condoms are required. There’s no risk of pregnancy, but it’s better to be safe,” I said.
“Definitely. Molly is nice; she has great legs. Do you want to see more of her and do things with her?” she asked.
“I want to fuck Molly,” I said into her ear.
“And I want Craig to fuck me. Tonight,” she said, kissing my cheek.
“Love you,” I said, leading her over to Molly and Craig.
They smiled at us as we joined them. “We’re in agreement and would like to do something tonight,” Jenna said.
I spotted another couple walking over, and they sat next to us at the bar. Craig stood, and we all walked out into the foyer and into a quiet corner. “Let’s go to our room, and we can talk privately,”
We agreed and followed them into the lift. They were on the second floor, and we were on the third. We stood silently in the lift, Jenna holding my hand tightly.
We followed them down the corridor. Molly had a sexy swagger on her walk, her long legs accentuated by her high heels. I looked at Jenna, and she looked a little nervous, but she looked just as hot, if not hotter than Molly. “I’m going to make love to you for hours later,” I said quietly to her.
She smiled and squeezed my hand tightly.
“I might even let you do me in the ass,” she whispered into my ear. Anal? She must be horny; we hardly ever do anal, only when she’s in serious heat and in the mood.
We entered their room, which was just the same as ours, though probably a bit tidier. Lined up along the wall were four pairs of heels. Molly noticed us looking at them. “I, well, we have a bit of a shoe fetish. I like to wear them whenever I can.”
“And I like to see her in them,” Craig laughed
“I don’t wear heels very often, only on special occasions,” said Jenna.
“I like to see you in them, though; they make your legs even sexier,” I chuckled.
“Ok, some ground rules. If anyone decides that they want to stop for any reason, then that’s fine. If anyone is uncomfortable with anything, then say so, and everything will stop. Normally, Molly and I don’t bother with condoms. We are clean, as I’m sure you are, but if you’d prefer to use them, we’re fine with that. Do you have any?” Craig asked.
“No, we didn’t really think we’d need any,” I said.
Molly went to a case and pulled out two boxes, putting one into her bag and leaving the other on the bed.
“Tom, if you want to take Molly back to yours, then Jenna can stay here with me. Is that OK?” We nodded. “It’s 9:45 now, so say midnight, then we’ll swap back. Does that seem fair?”
“Yes, I think so,” said Jenna. We all agreed.
“Ok, I think that’s it. Are we ready to start?” Craig asked.
Molly moved to Craig and kissed him, and then they hugged. “Love you,” she said.
“Love you too,” he replied.
I turned to Jenna, and I could see the nervousness on her face. I hugged her, and she held me tightly. “Love you,” she said.
“Love you too,” I replied. “Are you sure about this?”
She nodded, and I let her go. Molly was standing next to me, waiting for me.
We walked to the door, and I turned to see Jenna standing next to Craig as they watched us leave. The door closed behind us, and we headed towards the stairs.
Molly took my hand. “The first time is always the hardest. I promise everything will be fine. We’ll have a good time, and so will they. Just be sure to make love to her afterwards to prove that this is just some fun and excitement. True meaningful, loving sex will come later.”
I led her to the stairs. “We’re on the next floor, no point getting the lift.”
We went up the stairs and were soon in the room. I opened it and saw the clothes scattered around. “Sorry, we weren’t expecting guests,” I laughed, picking them up and moving them to the table.
She smiled. “There will be more scattered around in a minute.”
We stood face to face. “So where do we start?” I asked, not quite sure what to do first.
“Well,” she said, turning around and lifting her hair, “you could start by unzipping this,” she said. My hands were shaking as I unzipped her; with a wiggle of her shoulders and hips, the dress slid down and landed on the floor. Her bare back and thin, skimpy panties were all that she now wore. She turned around, and her large, now sagging boobs were facing me.
“Wow,” I said, seeing the first pair of tits other than Jenna’s for many years.
“I’m sorry, but they are not as firm as they used to be,” she said, lifting them up.
“They are perfect, Molly,” I said, complimenting her.
She released them and started to unbutton my shirt, then lifted it up and over my head. She ran her hands over my chest. “That’s not as firm as it used to be either,” I said.
“Looks good to me, though,” she said, moving closer to me. “How do you feel about kissing? It can be strange to kiss someone we only met a few hours ago, but it can relieve some of the tension.”
My cock was starting to grow as I reached for her face. She moved closer, and we kissed, her soft lips on mine for the first time, her warm boobs pressing against me and her thigh now pressing against my swelling crotch. We kissed for a moment and then moved apart.
Her hands went to my trousers, and she unfastened them. This is really happening, I thought to myself as they slid down to my feet. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants and socks, leaving me in just my tented shorts. Molly didn’t waste any time; her hand moved to my crotch, running over the outline of my cock. “I’m going to suck your cock. Is that ok?” she asked.
I nodded, and she held the waistband and pulled my shorts down to my knees. Gravity did the rest, and they ended at my feet. “You have a nice cock,” she said, looking up at me and taking hold of it. She stuck out her tongue and laid the head of my cock on it, then pushed forwards, taking me slowly into her mouth. “Fuck,” I groaned as she slowly took me into her warm mouth, using her tongue on the underside as she slowly blew me. I figured she had developed a few techniques over the years and then wondered how many cocks she had done this to.
She worked my cock, sucking and slowly twisting her hand as she blew me. It felt wonderful, my hands moving to her shoulders to steady myself and control her rhythm. I watched her working my cock, not believing that this was happening, then my thoughts turned to Jenna. Was she doing the same with Craig right now?
My train of thought was interrupted as Molly stood and kissed me again. Then, she crawled onto the bed, lying on her side and patting the space next to her. I crawled onto the bed, and she kissed me again, our hands roaming over each other. I moved to her bum and slid inside her panties, feeling her warm, soft skin. She rolled onto her back, wriggled them down her legs and helped to pull them off over her shoes, which were still strapped to her feet.
“Do you want me to take these off?” Molly asked.
“No, leave them on. You look so hot lying there with just a pair of heels on,” I said, looking over her body.
She sat up and grabbed my cock again. “I’m horny. I’d like you to put this in me now, that’s if you want to.”
I did. Any thoughts of stopping had left my mind as she got off the bed and went to her bag, pulling out the condom box and ripping the first one open.
“It’s been a while since I used these,” I said.
She smiled and rolled it expertly down me and pushed me onto my back, straddling my waist.
“I’m going to put this inside me now.”
“Yes,” I hissed, my heart beating hard in my chest as she took hold of my cock and rubbed it over her pussy. “Sit on my cock. I’m so horny I’m afraid I’m going to come pretty quickly.”
“That’s ok, sweetie,” she said, letting go of my cock as she settled her pussy on the head and then slowly pushed down. She pushed her tits into my face, and I sucked on her hard nipples. “We have three condoms and two hours, so if you need to cum just do it. I know you’ll last longer next time.”
She sank down on me, taking me all the way into her surprisingly tight pussy. I expected her to be quite loose, but she wasn’t. “Jesus, Molly, you’re tight, fuck that feels good even through a condom.”
She moaned softly. “That’s the benefit of regular sex; it lets me practice doing this,” she said, and I felt her squeezing my cock and then releasing it.
“Holy shit,” I groaned as her pussy milked my cock. I held her face, looking at her as she relaxed her pussy and pushed down, then squeezed and pulled off me.
“Cum,” she moaned, “we can fuck again once you fill the condom with your first load.”
I couldn’t hold it and came pawing at her tits as I erupted inside the condom. She leaned in and kissed me, then laid her head on my shoulder as she slowed her movements.
“That was so good,” I moaned, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“You’ll feel it again soon, once you recover,” she said, rolling off me and lying beside me. She pulled off the condom, discarding it on the floor, then took me into her mouth, cleaning up the rest of my cum, licking my cock and her lips as she did. “You taste nice; I think I’d like you to cum in my mouth next time,” she said playfully, slapping her cheeks with my still semi-hard cock. “Or perhaps you’d like to cum on my face. I love having a facial.”
“I’ve never done that to anyone,” I said.
“Really? I love it. Seeing the head of a cock open followed by a warm stream of cum shooting out is awesome to watch close up.”
I got us a drink and disposed of the used condom. “So, whose idea was it to start this?” she asked.
“It was Jenna’s. I wasn’t really interested in it and had never contemplated doing something like this. I was surprised when she first mentioned it, but hopefully, it doesn’t ruin our relationship.”
“We know lots of couples, none of which have said it has had a negative effect on their relationship, quite the contrary. Craig and I had sex less than once a month before he suggested we try this lifestyle. Like you, I was a bit sceptical to start with, wondering what it would do to us and why he was suggesting it. I was not happy with the way things were between us, but once we started, it sparked energy back into our relationship.”
I nodded. “So, how many couples have you done this with.”
“Er, honestly, we’ve lost count, more than thirty, I guess. Some, well, most are more than once. We meet a couple almost every week now. Sometimes, like next weekend, a few of us meet up.”
“Really, a gangbang,” I laughed.
“Sort of, just lots of couples sharing in different rooms, people moving around, and by the end of the night, we are all in a big room, and we move around each other. These don’t happen very often, though. Most of the time, it’s just the four of us.”
“I see,” I said, my thoughts turning back to Jenna and wondering what she was doing right now. Molly distracted me again by grabbing my cock and stroking me. She then moved down and started to lick and kiss my cock and balls. I felt a tingle, and I started to grow again. “Can I eat your pussy?” I asked.
“Of course, I’d love that. Where do you want me?”
I guided her onto her back, and I knelt between her spread legs. Her neatly trimmed bush outlined her pussy. I kissed my way up her legs to her inner thighs, breathing on her pussy. I could smell her and hear her breathing quicken. “To make up for cumming so quickly before, I’m going to make you cum,” I said, licking from her ass up her pussy to her clit. She shuddered and pushed my head into her pussy as my tongue teased her clit.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” she moaned. I pushed two fingers into her pussy and felt her grasp onto them, her well-trained muscles squeezing them as if they were a stiff cock. I ate her for a while, bringing her to a few orgasms as her pussy was leaking plenty of juices. I needed to fuck her, but of course, I needed another condom. She was one step ahead of me; she had one ready, and I heard her ripping open the packet.
I moved up, and she rolled it onto my cock. Then I moved back down and resumed eating her pussy, my hard cock twitching at the thought of being back inside her tight pussy. She started to thrash around as another orgasm swept over her, so I quickly moved up and lay above her. She opened her eyes, seeing me there, and pushed my cock back into her, her tight pussy gripping me again. I pushed in deep, and we kissed, her hands on my ass encouraging me to fuck her.
“Fuck me, Tom, fuck my pussy, make me come on your cock.”
I fucked her for a while, then lifted her legs, pushing her knees into her boobs, her pelvis tilting, allowing me deep entry as I ground myself against her, pushing as deep into her as I could. We moved onto all fours, and I took her from behind, her fingers turning white as she gripped the sheets tightly. She started to fiddle with her shoes, trying to undo them, so I helped her out, dumping each one onto the floor with a loud thud.
She then turned around and kissed me. “Lie down, I’m going to fuck you,” she said.
I lay down, taking a well-earned break, and she stood on either side of my waist and crouched down, aiming my cock at her pussy, and I entered her again. She then used her legs to do a powerful squatting motion taking me hard and deep into her wet pussy as she fucked me. Her hair was flying around, her boobs bouncing as she pressed me into the bed with every thrust.
“I love having your cock in me,” she said, “it’s so hard.”
“It won’t be for long if you keep doing that. I’ll be cumming soon.”
She slowed down a little and returned to a gentle rocking motion, allowing me to suck on her tits for a while. She then leaned down, and we kissed a long, powerful kiss. “Do me from behind again; I loved feeling your balls slapping my clit when you fucked me.”
I moved behind her, and we fucked again, slamming my whole length into her until I was about to cum again. She spun around and pulled off the condom, taking me into her mouth, pushing it in deep and gagging on me. She fucked me with her mouth, then pulled off me and stroked me quickly. “Cum on my face; I want to see and feel your cum hitting my face,” she moaned.
I came quickly. A wide smile spread across her face as I shot lines of cum over her face, with some landing in her hair. She took me into her mouth, sucking out the last of my cum.
I collapsed next to her and looked at her as she wiped my cum off her face with her fingers and licked them clean. “That’s so hot watching you do that,” I said.
She smiled. “I’m not going to waste it.”
Once she was done, she went to the bathroom to clean up and then joined me on the bed. It was already 11:30. We lay and chatted for a while, and she asked what I thought about tonight.
“Truthfully, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I expected there to be some guilt, but I’d like to do it again sometime. I hope that Jenna sees it the same way. It would be ironic if she decided it wasn’t for her after all.”
“Oh, I doubt that. Craig is a very experienced lover; I’m sure he’s had her creaming all over his cock for the past few hours.”
“I hope she still wants me after experiencing that,” I said, a little worried. “In truth, that was one of my worries. If she finds someone that’s better than me, then she might lose interest in having sex with me.”
“No, it doesn’t work like that. I’ve not heard of any couples splitting up and running off with each other. Everyone goes back to their partners. Besides, you are very good. I’d be happy to fuck you anytime.”
“I assume you’ve seen all sizes of cocks, small and big?”
“Yeah, size does matter to an extent. I find anything less than four inches doesn’t really do it for me. Luckily, most guys are bigger than that, but some are too big. We had an African couple once; he was huge, almost twelve inches, a proper porn star cock black cock. It was too big, and I didn’t really enjoy that. It was uncomfortable, though I did enjoy watching him cum. There was so much of it. He covered both our faces, and it still kept cumming.”
“So, how big were these gangbangs?”
“Usually around five or six couples, though we do get invited to parties run by a guy called ‘The Colonel’. He’s ex-military and has lots of money, a big house and a young wife with big tits. Parties at his place are something else, lots of couples, at least ten, sometimes more. We don’t go to each one as we like to keep things fresh, but it’s always a hell of a ride when we do go. He brings out the blue pills, and the guys are hard all night. I usually sleep most of the next day trying to recover from those nights.”
We chatted for a while, and Molly looked at her watch. “It’s 11:45. So now I’m going to get you hot and horny, as I expect Craig is doing with Jenna right now. Then, when we swap over, you will be desperate for each other, and you can make love for as long as you can.”
And with that, she leaned over, and we started to kiss, her hands on my cock, encouraging me to get hard again. I doubted I would, but I was surprised when she moved down and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth. Then she moved lower, licking my balls, then licked my ass. My cock instantly rose to full mast as she probed at my ass.
“Fuck Molly that’s nasty,” I moaned, willing her to continue to probe at me.
She continued for a while, then sat next to me, spreading her legs wide and opening her pussy for me to see. Her dark hole was pulsating as she relaxed and tightened her muscles as she showed me exactly where my cock had been. “My pussy liked having your cock in me. I enjoyed our time together,” she said, stroking her clit and then pushing two fingers inside herself. I’d never watched a woman masturbate before, yet here I was, my stiff cock in hand and her fingers a blur on her clit as I watched her toy with herself.
She shuddered and came, then moved closer and kissed me again, leaning down and kissing my cock. “Thank you for tonight. It’s been fun,” she said, sliding off the bed. She found her clothes, and I pulled on some shorts.
“Do you want me to take you back?”
“No, Craig will be bringing Jenna back soon. He can walk me back.”
She was dressed, and I watched her straighten out her dress and make herself look presentable again.
It was just before midnight, and we heard voices in the corridor, and then they stopped. We stood by the door and held each other, her hand on my crotch, keeping me semi-hard. We kissed again, and then there was a knock at the door. I had the only key card.
I opened it and peered around, seeing Jenna and Craig standing there. Jenna’s face and chest were flushed, and her hair and makeup looked a little dishevelled.
“Hi,” said Craig, “midnight and safely returned,” he said.
Molly kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. Then she walked out, and Jenna walked in. “Maybe we can see you at breakfast?” Molly asked.
“Maybe,” Jenna said. “It depends if we are up in time,” she laughed.
Molly hugged Craig, and they walked off. “Bye,” they said as she carried her shoes.
We closed the door, and Jenna looked at me. “So, how was it?” she asked cautiously.
“We had fun, did you?”
“Definitely,” she said, moving to me and hugging me. “I can smell perfume on you, and it’s not mine. What have you been doing? Look at the bed.” It was a mess, the duvet on the floor and the pillows scattered.
I pulled her close and kissed her. “I want you. Right now,” I said, guiding her to the bed and laying her back. I lifted her dress as she bent her knees, her heels still firmly attached to her feet.
“Yes, fuck me Tom, I want you in me,” she moaned, pulling her panties to one side.
I pulled my shorts to one side freeing my hard cock, and I mounted her, pushing deeply into her soaked pussy. We kissed hard, and I fucked her hard for a few minutes, her hands on me, encouraging me to fuck her harder. She was clearly turned on as much as I was. Craig must have been working on her just as Molly had been on me.
I pulled out, removed my shorts and her panties, and then helped her out of her dress. “Leave my shoes on; Craig fucked me with them on. I felt like a slut. My heels were pointing to the ceiling as he worked his cock into me. Fuck me Tom, fuck your cheating wife. Treat me like the slut I am, and fuck me,” she cried, pulling me back into her again.
We continued to kiss and fuck hard, then I stopped and sat up, looking at her flushed body as I caught my breath. My hard cock now rested on the outside of her pussy, her chest rising and falling hard with each breath she took.
I ran my hands over her and lowered her legs, running my hands over them to her feet. I removed her shoes and kissed her feet and toes, making my way up and down her legs, then up her body, kissing her inner thighs, then all around her pussy, making her moan softly. I tenderly kissed her pussy and her clit, then moved up, kissing her as I moved. I kissed her tits and her hard perky nipples, then her neck and shoulders. My cock found her wet hole, and I entered her slowly.
“I’m going to make love to my sexy wife now; I’m going to take my time and pleasure you for as long as I can,” I said, kissing her cheeks and then slightly on her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too, make love to me,” she moaned. We kissed lightly, and I moved all around inside her warm and very wet pussy, pushing deep and holding myself inside her, my cock making lots of slushy wet sounds as I moved in her.
“How was it then?” I asked.
“Good. I was nervous at first, but Craig is an expert, and he guided me through it. How was it for you?”
“Same here; Molly is very experienced. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to get what we both wanted. The time flew by.”
“I know, I lost track of time. Tell me what you did, then I’ll tell you what we did,” she said, holding me tight.
I told her what Molly and I did, pretty much every detail. I told her about Molly’s ability to squeeze and manipulate her pussy around my cock. “What, like this,” she said, contracting her pelvic muscles around me.
“Yeah, but more refined. She only squeezed on the way out for each stroke. Then, after a while, she alternated it to squeezing on the way in. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. She didn’t do it all the time. I guess it could get quite tiring after a while, but when she did, it felt incredible. It made me cum so fast, I was quite embarrassed when I did.”
“I assume you made it up to her afterwards?”
“Oh yes, I certainly did,” I said, kissing her softly again for a few minutes.
“Tell me what you did,” I said.
“Well, we kissed to start with, and he asked first if it was okay.”
“Yeah, so did Molly.”
“Then we started to remove our clothes. I was a little shy and nervous when I dropped my dress; standing in front of a guy I’d only met a few hours ago was something I only did when at college. I never thought I’d be doing it again. Then I unfastened his trousers, and he removed them and everything else, leaving just his tented shorts. I stood there and hesitated for a second. If I went any further, then I would likely be having sex with this relative stranger. It was my final chance to back out, but it was what we had both agreed on, so I got down to my knees and pulled down his shorts, revealing his hard cock.”
I kissed her again, reassuring her that I was happy with her decision. “Carry on,” I said.
“I pushed them down his legs, and he stood out of them. I looked at him; he had a nice body, and his cock was hard and pointing towards me. He was about the same size as you, so I was comfortable with that. I took a deep breath and reached for him, wrapping my fingers around him. I stroked him slowly, then leaned forward and licked him lightly, then took him into my mouth. My pussy started to tingle, and my heart was racing as I sucked on his cock. I told myself that this was okay. It was what we agreed on. I then thought of you and what you might be doing. I guess she was probably sucking your cock at around the same time.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“He held my head, guiding me along his cock as I blew him, and then his hands moved along to my shoulders, down my back and under my bra. He asked if he could remove it. I nodded and felt the pressure release, and he peeled it off me. I sat back and showed my tits to another man. I could feel my nipples hardening up as he reached for them and lightly held them. He complimented me, which made me feel all fuzzy inside, and then he guided me to my feet and pulled me against him, his hot cock pressing against my belly as we held each other. I felt his hands in my panties, moving over my bum cheeks. My heart was pounding as I told him to take them off, which he did, bending down a little as I wriggled them over my hips and down my legs. He leaned lower and kissed my tits, sucking and lightly kissing my nipples. They were rock hard as he moved them around with his tongue.”
“This is so hot,” I said, stopping her from talking by kissing her again for a few minutes. “Then what?”
“He asked if I wanted to continue. I looked up at him and told him I wanted him to fuck me, the words shocking me as I spoke them. I moved to the bed and sat down. I started to remove my shoes, but he asked me to keep them on, so I did. I watched him rip open a condom and roll it onto his cock, and then he had me lie back on the bed, my bum hanging over the edge. He lifted my legs, pointing my feet to the ceiling, and I felt his cock on my inner thighs and touching my pussy. I looked down and reached for him, rubbing my hand over it, and pressed it lower, the head finding my wet hole. He pushed through my fingers and entered me, my pussy spasming as he easily worked his cock into me. I think I came almost immediately, and to be honest, everything was a blur. He took his time at first, but soon he was pounding his cock into me with long full strokes. It was amazing, so hot, so naughty, so wrong, yet it felt so right. I needed to do it, and I loved it. I felt him cumming. He pushed in deep and filled his condom, then he leaned over me and kissed me as his cock shrunk and slid out of me.”
“Did he go down on you?”
“Did he ever, oh my god, he must have spent twenty minutes kissing and touching my pussy and clit. It was so hot, I lost track of how many times I came.”
I pulled out of her. “I’m going to eat my wife’s naughty cunt now. I want to see where his cock has been,” I said, kissing her body as I made my way down to her pussy. “I can smell you, Jenna, you smell so sexy, so hot. I’m going to enjoy eating your cunt.”
“Oh god,” she moaned as my mouth made contact with her. “Yes, make love to my cunt, kiss it, lick it, see how wet I am. I’m so horny. Make me cum, please.”
“I can taste you. You taste wonderful. Was his cock in here?” I asked, pushing two, then three fingers into her wet hole.
“Yes, I’ve had another man deep in there tonight. He filled two condoms with his cum while he was in there. I think he liked it. I know I certainly did. I came so hard that I lost count of how many times I came.”
I licked at her pussy, driving her wild, her hands clawing at my back as I sucked, teased and licked at her for ages. I moved up and kissed her, sliding my cock back into her, her pussy doing its best to grab hold of me. I fucked her slowly. “I love you, Jenna. I enjoyed being with Molly tonight. Look what it’s done for us; I’ve already cum twice tonight, and I’m still fucking you. I’m going to cum again, my love. My balls are aching for release, and I’m going to cum deep in your horny, cheating cunt. I’m going to empty the last of my cum inside you.”
“Fuck yes,” she moaned, arching her back, trying to get me deeper into her. “I’m cumming too. Cum with me,” she said, taking hold of my face with her hands. We stared into each other’s eyes. “I fucking love you,” she said. “Cum with me.”
I held myself still and felt my balls contracting; my cock began to throb as I came. No words were spoken as we came together. I could feel her pussy grabbing me as I came deep in her, delivering the last load of the night into her, just as I had done on many occasions, but this one seemed extra special.
We kissed and held each other, repeating our love for each other. My cock became limp and slid out of her, and we rolled onto our sides, still holding each other.
“Wow, that was fucking awesome. We’ve not done anything as hot as this for years,” she sighed. “I love you,” she said, kissing me again. “If by any chance you wake with a hardon during the night, you know what to do with it. I don’t care if I’m asleep, just wake me up and fuck me,” she sighed.
We held each other for a while. “I’m leaking pretty bad,” she giggled. “How much did you pump in me?”
“I’ve no idea; it can’t have been that much. It’s the third load tonight.”
She got up and went to the bathroom. I watched her walk across the room. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot and sexy,” I said. “How did I end up marrying such a sexy woman like you?”
“What with this,” she said, opening her legs and showing me how wet she was.
“Even more so,” I said.
“You’re just a lucky boy,” she giggled.
She got back into bed, and we spooned. I wrapped an arm over her and held onto one of her boobs, and she snuggled into me. I closed my eyes, recalling the events of the night, and that was the last I remember.
I woke the next morning, and Jenna was lying next to me, still sound asleep. I thought back to last night. Was it all a dream? Did I really fuck another woman? Yes, I did, and I enjoyed it. Did Jenna go with another man? Yes, she did, and she enjoyed it. Do I love her? More than anything.
