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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Detroit |
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| Introduction: True story of wife swapping and swinging | ||
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PEGGY AND BRAD My wife sent me to the store once to buy milk and bread and I came home with a dirty magazine that contained an ad for "Swingers in your area". The idea of swinging had always been in the back of our minds. Something me and my wife talked about, during sex sessions, to heat up the action a little. Me and Lynn were just entering our thirties at that time (early 1981) and we still looked good. Especially Lynn. She was a real knock-out, when I married her, and she still was: 5'4", 120 pounds, ample curves, blue eyes, long blonde hair, perfect C-cup breasts with no sag. A guy, like me, was lucky to have her! I was... well, I was no movie star. Friends told me I looked a lot like Chevy Chase (though I couldn't see it) but, even though I was 31 and my hair had already started to thin, I had no flab on me. Lynn and I were both over-sexed. Always had been. We were attracted to each other like two sexual magnets, when we met, screwing like rabbits, all the time, for many years (and still going strong). Both of us had sewn our wild, sexual oats before marriage. We had not been the first with each other but, for seven years (and now with two kids) we had-- as far as I knew and aside from some flirtations -- been faithful to each other. That night, while making love to Lynn, I told her about the magazine ad and I asked her if she'd like to fulfill that recurring, sexual fantasy (of ours) and actually make love to another man while I did the same with another woman... just to see what it was like. Lynn told me (honestly) that, though she wondered what another man would be like (she loved body-building magazine photos of young, dark-haired studs with muscles), she didn't know if she could stand seeing me with another woman. But, she offered as our passion began to heighten, it would depend on whether she liked the woman or not. We had no idea what it would be like but we assumed that swingers were real sexual gymnasts and masters of the art of fornication. Mature, worldly couples where the women dressed in sexy outfits with crotch-less panties, garter belts and black, nylon stockings and the men wore nothing but silk robes and smoked pipes and had huge, insatiable cocks. The next day, after talking it over again after dinner (when our 5 year old girl and 1 year old boy were in bed), we decided we'd give it a try. I filled out the reply form and sent in the money and (after a week) the magazine sent me a sheet of paper with the names and cities and phone numbers of about 50 couples in Michigan. I spent a night calling the people whose names appeared on the paper but, after dialing all the numbers, all I got was a bunch of people who said that I had the wrong number or that they were Janice and Bob or Bonnie and Ken but that they hadn't placed any ads in any magazines and didn't know what I was talking about. So much for that idea! A few days later, a man named Brad called and told me that his wife Peggy had given him our name and number (after our call) and that she didn't know anything about the fact that he placed the ad with the magazine (because he hadn't told her). He told me that he was 24 and that his wife was 20 and that he wanted to exchange pictures with us to see if we liked the way each other looked. That sounded like a good idea so we sent off a photo (me and Lynn by the Christmas tree, dressed-up for last year's New Year's party) to the address he gave us and we got his picture a few days later. It was hard to make out just how they did look. Brad and Peggy were sitting on the floor, by a fireplace, with a dog. She wore a white t-shirt and western boots and jeans but her face was turned so I could only see that she had very long, dark hair and looked very thin. He was wearing a bathrobe and smiling broadly up at whoever had taken the snapshot (but he wasn't smoking a pipe). That Monday, Brad called again and said that they liked our picture and that maybe we could get together that weekend. He said that he would talk it over with Peggy and that he wanted me to call her on Thursday to make final arrangements. On Thursday I called and Peggy sounded really somber and weary on the phone. She told me that Brad had been trying to pressure her into meeting us and that she wasn't sure she wanted to do such a thing. She told me that her and Brad were happily married and had a toddler in diapers and that only her husband had ever been inside of her and that (if it was all the same with me) she wanted to keep it that way. I apologized for bothering her and, as I hung up, I felt ashamed and uneasy about the whole matter and I wished I hadn't bothered her. In fact, Lynn had gotten cold feet over the whole swap notion herself, fearing what might happen if we met two strangers who might me murdering maniacs or (even more possible) carriers of some form of VD! This whole thing had been my idiotic idea anyway. A chance for me, I figured, to sample some other woman's pussy (after seven years of just Lynn's). What had I been thinking? Lynn was good to me and sexy and beautiful and great in bed and I loved her and we had children to raise properly and why would I want to take such a chance and louse all that up? This Peggy was right. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all and I was better off to just forget it. Saturday afternoon, just as we were walking out the door to go shopping, the phone rang and it was Peggy. She sounded cheerful now (as if she were a totally different person from the one I had spoken to two days before) and she asked me if it would be alright if her and Brad came over to our house that evening. She said that she was really looking forward to meeting us and having a new experience. Taken aback by her sudden change in attitude, I found myself saying, "Yes, that would be great!" and gave her the directions. Peggy and Brad lived in Standish, which was west of Saginaw Bay. Kalkaska (where we lived at that time) was up north, near Traverse City, in what would be the little finger of the mitten. It would take them a good three hours to make the drive in this January weather. Lynn was as surprised as I was at Peggy's call but, just like me, she was excited that they were coming and we decided to make the best of it. We bought beverages and snacks and (as evening came) we put the kids to bed, got dressed up (Lynn in a sexy, silk blouse and tight black skirt and heels) and waited for our company. Peggy said that they would be over around nine and around nine it started to snow. They hadn't arrived by ten and by ten thirty I was getting antsy. By 11:15 I knew it was all a joke on us and by 11:45 we were just putting away the snacks and turning out the lights when a car pulled into our driveway. When I answered the door, I couldn't believe how nice (normal) the two of them (and their toddler) looked. Brad (holding the diaper bag) was muscled and stocky. He had short, curly dark hair and a pleasant manner and smiled warmly as he greeted us. He reminded me of a grown-up Greg Brady. Peggy (holding the baby on her hip) looked to be about 18. She was just a little under my height and slim. Her blue-jeans clung to the curves of her lean legs and, as she took off her coat, I saw that her chest was just about devoid of any signs of breasts (under her navy-blue sweater). She had dark, brown hair that, unlike in the picture, was cut short now to just above her shoulders and styled behind her ears with two gold barrettes. She had a sweet, school-girlish face but she wore an adult woman's lipstick on her soft-looking, full lips and green eye makeup over the lids of her large, brown eyes. Her delicate appearing cheeks, under her high cheek bones, were glowing red from the cold and she smelled of a light, alluring cologne. We all sat in the livingroom and talked, trying to get to know one another while their toddler walked around and got into things. The baby had slept in the car (during the long drive) and was full of energy now, causing Peggy to have to constantly get up and fetch her, laying her back on the blanket, on the floor, with her bottle and firm instructions not to get back up and to go to sleep. I couldn't keep from noticing how, when Peggy bent over or squatted down to attend to her daughter, her sweater would ride up and expose the pale skin of the wasp-thin small of her back, where her curves broadened out to her wider ass and hips and disappeared into the waistband of her jeans. It was not lost on me that Brad was aware (and appeared approving) that I was noticing his wife's behind. Brad seemed to be very charming and boisterous and happy and I was aware that his smiling gaze was most often on Lynn (and the cleavage of her breasts in her silk blouse) as we all talked and nibbled on the chips and sipped the beer that Brad had brought with him. Peggy, on the other hand, seemed very reserved and quiet, sitting down the couch, close to her husband and lighting one Marlborro after another from a pack of matches. She smiled a little as she answered some of the questions that Lynn and I asked her (to try and draw her into the conversation) but it was Brad who did most of the talking for the both of them. He proudly told us that he was starting his own business and that he was very sure that this venture was going to make him rich. He explained to us that he was the type of person who worked very hard and (because of that) he felt that he deserved to play hard as well. Peggy told me, when I asked her, that she'd like to help her husband with his business but that she was kept very busy at home with their little bundle of one-year-old energy Christina. Once it was noticed that little Christina had finally gone to sleep, Brad announced that it was obvious that we all seemed to like each other and he suggested that we should get acquainted in a more intimate way now and (without any further conversation) Lynn left my side to scoot down the couch and sit with Brad while Peggy stood, put out her tenth cigarette and came over to sit next to me. I turned the lights down low and turned to her, nervous as I looked into her wide-eyed, slightly apprehensive expression and placed one hand on her soft, warm shoulder and the other on her knee and drew close to her. She didn't resist as I leaned in to gingerly kiss her soft, full, unfamiliar lips and her eyelids fluttered shut at my contact and she put her hands on my upper arms and we kissed in soft, tentative smooches (for a time) until our kisses became firmer and began to tenderly linger and soon her lips parted for me and she took my tongue into her mouth and her arms softly wrapped my shoulders as I held her thin body to me and I was suddenly "making out" with this young and pretty girl and feeling as giddy as a teenager in the back seat of a car. Peggy's lips were agile and her breath was sweet and (once she got into it) I found that she was very oral and that she liked to kiss with her tongue folded downward, in her open mouth, so that we could lick our tongues broadly against each others' as our lips gently contacted and she worked her pretty face at mine. I quickly learned to do this in just the manner she seemed to like and it made my cock go as hard as a steel rod in my pants. Turning my eyes to glance over at Lynn and Brad, I could see that her blouse was open and his cock was already out of the zipper-hole of his brown slacks and that Lynn was holding it as his hand was busy up her skirt, between her sexy, parted thighs, and they hotly kissed and looked very enthralled with each other down the couch. Fearing I was lagging behind them, I brought my right hand around and put it up Peggy's sweater, feeling up over her warm, velvety skin until I came to the silken, little underwire bra she was wearing. Caressing over her chest, as I kissed her, I realized that she sure didn't need the bra! All I could detect, under the thin material of the satiny cups, were two very soft places, over her rib cage, and the rubbery protrusions of two rather large, supple nipples! As I deftly unsnapped the front-closing clasp, Peggy stopped kissing me and she put her hand over mine, trapping my hand against the soft skin, under her sweater, and she looked so forlornly at me as she quietly said, "I'm sorry that I don't have much of anything up there. My brothers always teased me about it and Bradley laughs at me and tells me how much he always wanted a woman with large breasts..." I told her that she had nothing to apologize for and that I had always had a "thing" for girls with small breasts, ever since junior high school, and that I thought she was just about the prettiest girl I had ever kissed. She smiled shyly at me then and she took her hand away and we went back to lapping at each others' tongues as I played with the warm, naked flesh of her two, tiny breasts, for a time, and felt her nipples grow hard and stiffen with my touch. Spurred on by the wet, eagerness of her kissing, I moved my hand down to her lap and then pushed it between her warm thighs and up against her crotch, gently gripping and rubbing the alluring outline of her hot pussy now through the soft, skin-tight denim of her jeans. After just a few minutes of this, Peggy began grinding her firm pelvic bone back against my hand and she was soon reaching down to unbuckle my belt. Looking down the couch again, I saw that Brad and Lynn were undressing (in fact he was already nude and on the floor and waiting for her, reaching up to her with a muscled arm as she lifted her shapely ass from the couch-cushion to remove her black, lace panties for him) so I stood up and told the two of them that me and Peggy were going to the bedroom. "Great," Brad said, "we'll make use of the couch while you're gone." I took Peggy to our bedroom and she immediately started taking off her clothes, standing by my bed and pulling her sweater and bra over her head, exposing the pale skin of her thin upper body to me so that I could see her erect, ginger-colored nipples pointing out from the dark areolas of her barely discernable breasts. Then she unfastened and tugged down on her tight jeans, revealing the almost opaque skin of her thin, upper thighs and I saw that she wore light-blue, cotton, bikini panties on her cute, firm-looking little ass. As I ripped off what I was wearing, I gazed at the narrow of her waist and the slight curves of her hips (as she leaned way to her side and cocked her leg up to reach gracefully down and pull the tangle of jeans from her foot). Then she grasped the waistband of her panties and bent to pull them downward, over the round of her hips and down her legs and, when she stood upright again, I was staring directly at the alluring, little, black bush of her furry patch of pussy hair, just below the flat plain of her stomach and centered between the wide of her youthful thighs. Stepping out of her panties now (and aside from the frilly, white ankle-sox on her feet) she was completely naked and in my bed with me. This wasn't going to be as easy a task as it might sound to you. I was turned on. My cock was as hard as a lead pipe and pointing up at the ceiling as we lay on our backs, naked beside each other with our hips barely touching. But I didn't know this girl! We were strangers! I had only met her scarcely an hour ago! Where do I start? What do I do or say? Peggy broke the uncomfortable silence as she reached for and gripped my cock in her small, warm hand. "God!" she exclaimed with a nervous giggle, "you're so BIG!" Now, I wasn't exactly hung like a Clydesdale but I've got a cock that was longer than the average and thick enough that Peggy could barely get her whole hand around it. I rolled onto my side and pulled her to me and we went right back to that juicy, hot kissing while our hands investigated each others' bodies for a time. Laying on her side, I found Peggy's soft, thin body to be surprisingly feminine and curvy. The small cheeks of her ass were so warm and baby-smooth and firm to the touch and (as I kissed her and slowly caressed over her) I could feel how her hip rose up alluringly from the concave of her thin waist and I could sense my stiff cock beginning to twitch in anticipation of having her. Though Peggy still seemed embarrassed about the size of her breasts, I could tell that they were very sexually sensitive. She loved it as I played with her nipples and gently tweaked and pinched them while we lay closer and our kisses grew more heated. I moved my face to her chest and sucked one into my mouth, hearing her gasp and feeling her hand at the back of my head as I worked the large, soft cylinder of pliant flesh between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Reaching down now, I found Peggy's pussy, in the warm gap between her soft, thin thighs, to be hot and downy soft and its slit to be very wet and slippery, as I explored and fingered into it, and I could suddenly smell the potent, compelling, feminine spice of her, all around us, as I more firmly sucked her hardened nipple and began to deeply finger-fuck her. Brimming with lust, I pushed her onto her back and scooted down the bed, laying on my stomach, between her smooth, parted legs, so I could gaze more closely at that lovely, black, mink-covered mound at her crotch. Peggy had just about the prettiest little pussy I had ever seen and its sexy appearance (and close proximity) compelled me to carefully part its flower-pedal folds and then press my lips right to its moist, exposed center. The sharp fragrance of pussy was strong on the soft pubic hairs that tickled my nostrils now but, as I started licking into her, I found it to be very sweet tasting inside Peggy and gushing with the slick evidence of her obvious arousal. I could soon feel her stomach muscles begin to repeatedly tighten and relax as I held my palms over her protruding hip bones and eagerly licked out her sugary juices, lapping deep into her hot, flowing vagina and up, between her pussy's velvety textured lips and over the pronounced bump of her large, slippery clitoris again and again and again. Peggy soon began breathing erratically and working her crotch back at my face, with her fingers entwined in my hair, as she pulled my licking and sucking mouth firmly against her pussy and whimpered and moaned and shuddered and trembled beneath my hands. Just as I thought I was making her cum, Peggy abruptly sat up and told me to roll on my back and she crawled over me (facing in the opposite direction) until her little bush was suspended just above my face. I reached up, with both hands, and grasped the soft cheeks of her firm ass and pulled her back down to my waiting, open mouth. Then, as I went back to licking deep up into her sexual opening, (thrilling to the sugary taste of her feminine juices as they oozed out over my probing tongue) I felt the searing pleasure of her hot mouth suddenly engulfing the very receptive knob at the end of my cock and she began licking and sucking me, holding my balls in her small hand now and bobbing her pretty face up and down on my rigid shaft. It was so sublime a sensational overload for me that I knew losing all control and spurting a very huge amount of sperm right into her warm, sucking mouth was only a few moments away (and I wasn't sure how she'd react to that event) so I reluctantly twisted my face away from her pussy and rolled to my side, guiding her off of me. Peggy now lay expectantly on her back, next to me, with her head on my pillow and her long, sexy legs spread languidly apart in invitation. I got to my knees between her parted thighs and (looking down at the bleary, lustful expression on her pretty, school-girl face) I grasped my cock and lowered my middle to her, steering my sensitive member right to the hot, wet pocket in the warm, furry center of her crotch. Then, carefully working my cock-tip up and down in its hot slickness to lubricate it, I held my breath and pressed myself firmly inward. "SLOW!" she kinda sat up against me and warned as my engorged cockhead just barely entered her. There was an extremely wide-eyed, anxious expression on her reddened face now. I've fucked some tight pussy in my day. Lynn (in fact) is still a very snug fit for me. But, even with its slippery lubrication, it took most of five minutes for me to work my large, rigid shaft fully up into Peggy's small vagina and (the whole time) she winced and grimaced and made sucking and blowing sounds (on my pillow) through her full, pursed lips, like she was having a baby under me! How could I just ram it into that? When it was finally fully within her, I lay myself gently over her warm body and just tenderly kissed her mouth for a while, until she began to relax under me and she started to return my kisses in the same wanton manner she had used on the couch. Her hot pussy had a firm grip on my cock unlike anything I have ever experienced before or since. It was just nothing but extreme tightness from the entrance, under the mound of her fur-covered pubic bone, to deep up in her flat belly where my receptive cockhead was nestled against the very opening of her cervix and throbbing wildly. She was so small under me too! I had to support myself above her, on my elbows, for fear of crushing her and I only weighed about 140 then. There was a glow of sweat over her upper lip and on her forehead now and her cheeks were burning red as I smiled down at her reassuringly, feeling my penis so tightly lodged within the restrictive confines of her most intimate, sexual place. She smiled up at me then and repeated, to me, how big my cock felt inside of her and then I started to slowly and carefully fuck this pretty, unfamiliar, young woman in my own, familiar bed. Now, if this were some made-up sex story, I could tell you how she began to churn her ass up at me and writhe around under me and moan and scream and yell, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" But that wasn't what really happened then. As I used just my ass and thigh muscles to slowly work my cock deep inside Peggy, watching her face and her shoulders move up and down on my pillow with each of my thrilling, cautious thrusts into her, she began to casually talk to me about herself. About her mother and her two big brothers. About how she lived all of her life in the little town of Standish where everyone knew everything about everyone. About how her father drove a truck and was away a lot and how he drank so much and would beat her mother up sometimes. About how strict and demanding her mother was of her (but not so of her hooligan brothers) and how religious her mother became. About her parents finally divorcing and her father moving to Tennessee (to avoid any support payments) when she was fourteen and how awful she felt about losing the father she so dearly loved, in spite of his faults. About her marrying Brad (her high school sweetheart), just after graduation, and about how much she truly loved him and would do anything for him... even this. And as I listened to her, and replied to her, (talking just as casually with her, as if we were new acquaintances sharing a seat on a bus) it struck me how odd it was that, during this pleasant conversation with this pretty, young housewife, I was laying naked over her nude, curvy, warm body, between her velvety-smooth, widely spread thighs and riding the rounded, fur-cushioned jut of her pubic mound as I worked my cock deep up in her hot, wet, tightly gripping vagina and fucked her with an iron-hardness. I told her about me and Lynn and what I did for a living and that this was our first time at mate-swapping and that (so far) it was pretty nice and she giggled sweetly and scratched the freckles that adorned the bridge of her nose as she told me that she thought (so far) it was pretty nice too. She told me that (though she'd had some oral sex experiences before she knew Brad) her husband had always been repulsed by even the idea of eating pussy and she wanted me to know that (she thought) I did it very well. And she admitted (to me) that my cock was feeling very good inside of her just now and that I had a very loving, gentle way of fucking that was so different from the fast, pistoning method she was used to with her husband and that my cock was touching places in her that Brad's had never touched before. I felt compelled to kiss her then and, after I did so, she resumed her casual conversation (as I continued to steadily fuck her) telling me that she sold Avon (for extra money) and that she would be happy to get things for Lynn (at a discount) if we wanted her to. Then she told me that her husband was a volunteer fireman and that he liked to work out at the gym a lot and she started telling me about his line of work when, in mid-sentence, Peggy suddenly caught her breath and closed her eyes and reached up and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face firmly down to hers, pushing her soft, parted lips to mine as she began sucking at my mouth and licking at my tongue and whimpering through her nose and I felt the middle of her slim body rise and go rigid under me. Confused and surprised, I just kept working my pipe-hard cock far into her stiffened belly, feeling her now firmly pressing her pussy up against my churning loins, as I thrust deeply into her, and her already tight vagina gripping my fucking cock even more tightly. Then, before I could react, her body suddenly relaxed and she exhaled and let go of the back of my head and her arm just fell limp to the mattress at her side. Still fucking her, I raised up to look down at her face as her eyes fluttered open and she said, "...and then Bradley started charging people to detail their cars for them and we decided that we could open a small shop and make a living doing that..." "Wait a minute," I said to her, as I stopped all motion on her and just held my cock still, deep in the tightness of her flat, heated belly. "What?" she asked up at me. "What just happened there?" "When?" "When you stopped talking and kissed me like that?" "Oh," she stated, "I came." "What?" "Yeah. You made me cum." She pushed my upper body from her and put her finger to her chest to point. "See?" she asked. I could see red splotches all over her chest now as if she had gotten a rash from my chest hair. "All the females, on my mother's side of the family, break out in a rash when we have an orgasm," she explained. "It's a family trait. It's how you can always tell. It goes away after a few minutes. It doesn't itch or anything. It just tingles a little." "Interesting," I said, as I settled back onto the support of my elbows over her soft, warm body. "What about you?" she asked up at me now. And I saw a hint of misgiving cross over her sweet, reddened face as she added, "Why haven't you cum yet? Is there something wrong with me? Don't you find me attractive?" What a question for her to ask, I thought. She couldn't be serious, could she? "Of course I find you attractive, Peggy," I assured her, caressing the lovely softness of her hot cheek with the back of my hand. "Don't you know how pretty and how sexy you are? Making love to you feels so fantastic that I've been having trouble holding back and trying hard NOT to cum! I wanted to make this time with you last as long as I possibly could." I could see her pretty face brighten on my pillow now, her smile showing off her shiny, white row of small, straight teeth as she said, "Do it then! Fuck me real hard now and cum for me, okay?" "Okay," I told her as I began working my cock deep inside her pussy again, the juices of her orgasm making her hot vagina a little more slippery for me (but still just as tight). She closed her eyes and I could see, in her face, the reflection of the pleasure my quickening fuck-strokes were giving her as she placed her warm hands on my churning hips and started working her pussy back up at my inward thrusts as she dreamily whispered, "That's it, Emerson. Yes. Just like that. Don't stop..." I gathered her small, upper body in my arms now, feeling her large, hard nipples poking against my chest and her arms and legs enwrapping me and urging me to her as I fucked her with a rising intensity now, pressing my mouth to the receptive softness of the moist pillows of her lips and hugging her tightly to me as I abandoned all caution and started to forcefully lunge my burning cock deeply up into her small body, feeling my gathering orgasm building within me and beginning to charge, in overwhelming pleasure, throughout my whole body. I was still trying to hold off the final ecstacy of climax however when Peggy began kissing me in that sensual, tongue-lapping way of hers, working her sweet face to mine wantonly and adding to my sexual delirium as (feeling myself losing control and slipping over the edge) I managed to gasp, "Peggy, is it alright to cum inside you?" "Yes," she hissed, in excited reply, just as the first, hot jet of sperm blasted, with euphoric intensity, from the head of my cock and streamed into the restrictive passage of Peggy's tightly gripping vagina. Our teeth clicked together as I cried out and tried to return her kiss with the blind rage of my exploding passion, fucking her hard and fast now and licking deep into her sweet, open mouth as I felt such immense pleasure and release. I held her tightly to me and forced my loins firmly up between her wide-spread thighs, cumming hard and rapturously ejaculating stream after stream, of my burning semen, deep up into the clamping, feminine musculature of her taut, flat belly. I was aware (as I blissfully came in her) that Peggy was gasping back at me and moaning loudly into my face and I could feel her arching her hips up at me, from the creaking bed, as she worked her firm, furry pussy-mound hard against the base of my pulsing, spewing cock and her arms clutched tightly back at me as we locked together in the tight embrace of a very intense and mutual climax. When I was fully done spending myself into her, we settled back to the mattress and just clung together for a time, sweating and panting loudly into each others' ears, exhausted and totally unable to move. "I came," I finally, breathlessly announced to her. "Me too... again," she panted in reply. "I could feel you... releasing your... sperm into me. I love the way a man can so powerfully inject himself into a woman," she stated. "It made me cum with you." Now I raised up and looked down at her, still tightly joined to her by our sex organs as I asked her, "Peggy, are you on the pill or something?" "No," she calmly replied. "But it's alright. This is my "safe" time of the month." Jeez, I thought, (aware of their baby daughter, sleeping on the floor in the other room) I just shot a literal motherload of cum into another man's wife and now she tells me that she's not on the pill or using a diaphragm or anything? Lynn had her tubes tied (after our son was born) so I wasn't worried about Brad knocking her up. Feeling oddly guilty (now that much of my lust had left me with my orgasm) I started to pull my (still very rigid) cock out of her, somewhat surprised at how the tightness of her pussy made extracting myself a slow, difficult process. I had to really pull back hard to slowly overcome the suction that had formed within her and withdraw my cock from where it was deeply lodged between her moistly clinging pussy lips. When it finally came out, (with a wet kissing sound) I got off of her and Peggy scampered quickly to her knees, on the bed, with her hand clutched firmly over her crotch. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked, her brown eyes sparkling in the dim light. "Just out the door to the left," I told her, and Peggy smiled and took my hand and got off the bed, pulling me behind her as she took me into the bathroom with her and then she sat right down on the toilet in front of me. Peggy smiled sweetly up at me as she casually folded her arms on her lap and sat with her knees together and her feet out to either side of her on the tile floor. I could hear the wet rush of the urine stream leaving her pussy as she pissed into the toilet. How strange, I remember thinking then, the way that women (so naturally modest about their bodies) never seem to feel even the slightest compunction about taking a whiz in front of a guy after just having sex with him for the first time. Lynn had done the exact same thing the first time I fucked her. It's (I guess) just some unfathomable, female, post-coital, urine ritual. When she had finished, she wadded up some toilet paper and reached down between her thighs and wiped herself and then she stood, dropping the wad of paper into the bowl behind her and happily singing, "Your turn," as she raised the toilet seat for me. I stepped to the toilet and took hold of my cock. It was still hard as a pipe and I had to bend way over to aim at the bowl. Looking down, I could see that my cock was shiny-wet with a coating of Peggy's feminine fluids and I could smell her pussy's alluring, pungent scent strongly as I strained to piss. Peggy giggled as she watched me pee in that odd position and then, just as I finished, she reached over and flushed the toilet for me. "Come on," she said, taking my hand again, "lets see what Lynn and Bradley are up to." We walked through the kitchen to the livingroom and I could see one of Lynn's curvy legs draped over the side of the couch and then Brad's muscled butt bouncing up and down as we approached them. Brad stopped fucking Lynn and looked up at us with a bleary expression on his face. "Are you two finished in there?" he asked. "For now," Peggy said. Brad got to his knees between my wife's parted legs and wiped his sweaty forehead. I looked down at Lynn. She seemed very contented as she smiled up at me from the couch cushion. "Lynn is one terrific fuck," Brad said to me as he got up from the couch, his cock rigid and wet with my wife's sexual juices. "Do you mind if we use your room now?" "No," I said. "Go ahead." Brad reached down to Lynn and helped her up and then the two of them walked into the kitchen, toward the short hall to our bedroom, with me and Peggy following and all of us butt-naked. I could see a copious amount of Brad's milky sperm flowing down my wife's creamy thighs, below her sexy, swaying ass, as she walked ahead of us. And, as Brad advanced to the bedroom, Lynn stopped at the sink and grabbed a paper towel and I watched her as she wiped the rivulets of his cum off the insides of her thighs and then she poured herself a glass of water. "That's a good idea," Peggy said, sitting down at the table, "I'm parched!" I opened the refrigerator to get the big bottle of Coca-Cola as Lynn finished her water and started toward the bedroom where Brad had gone. I took her arm as she passed. "How are you?" I asked her. "Great," she smiled. "Brad is very nice." "Lynn, your husband has a very nice cock," Peggy said, peering around me and smiling up at my wife, from the table. Lynn turned to her now and smiled back. "Thanks... I think." Then both women laughed to each other as we heard Brad call from the bedroom, "Lynn, what's keeping you?" "Coming!" she yelled and she looked at me and Peggy and quietly added, "Well, not YET." And then she walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I started to get two glasses from the cupboard, to pour me and Peggy some pop, but she said, "No, don't make two dirty glasses for Lynn to have to wash. I'll share a glass with you." I poured a glass full and sat down at the table and watched her take a long drink and then she grinned at me sweetly and handed the half-full glass over to me. The Coke was a little flat but it was cold and tasted great because I was a lot thirstier than I had thought. Looking at Peggy now, sitting at the table with us both naked, at the blush cheeks of her pretty, school-girl face and the curves of her thin body and the large nipples popping from the brown areolas of her pale, flat chest, my hard cock began to twitch with rekindled wanting. I remember thinking how young and feminine and absolutely lovely she looked and how much she resembled the girls I had wanted to fuck so badly when I was in junior high. And even though it had only been a matter of minutes since I had pumped my cum into her, and even though I could still smell the potent, sweet, girlish odor of her pussy coming from the drying cock in my lap, I just couldn't believe that I had actually fucked her! "How old ARE you, Peggy?" "I'll be 21 next month," she said, looking at me with her head cocked and resting on the palm of her hand, her elbow on the table. "Why? How old are you?" "Jeez," I said to her, "I'm 31. Older than dirt!" Peggy laughed. "I like older men," she stated. "Bradley was a Senior, at Standish High, when I was just a Freshman. I fell in love with him at first sight. I knew that he was the man for me." "Really? That was how it was when I first saw my Lynn." Peggy giggled, covering her mouth quickly to stop herself, as if she felt her laugh was somehow out of place. "What?" I asked. "Oh, it's just... if we love our mates so much, why are we doing this?" Looking up and down her body now, at her thin waist and at the way her hips widened as she sat in the chair, I said, "Well, it's a recreational thing, I guess. It's sex for the pleasure of it, Peggy. I suppose it's somewhat like the couples who get together to drink or to do drugs. Sex is just another enjoyable high. Only we don't need to buy any expensive, illegal substances to do this and nobody gets hurt." "Yeah," she said, looking over at the closed bedroom door and then down at my hard cock, still thrusting up from my loins, "I guess you're right... if you look at it that way." She stood up now, the downy, black little mound of her pussy right before my eyes as she said, "Do you wanna' fuck some more?" I looked up at her pretty face, smiling sweetly down at me, and I could feel my hard cock go even harder as more blood rushed to it and I couldn't come up with anything more clever to say than, "Sure!" Grinning wickedly now, Peggy grabbed both my hands and pulled me up from the table and then she took me to the couch where she lay on her back and pulled me down on top of her, wrapping her smooth legs around my ass. Taking my time, I kissed her for a while before I pushed my cock back into her body. It was a little easier to get it into her this time. She was more sexually lubricated now and I had stretched her out in the bedroom. I fucked her slow and fast and slow (wanting to make this second time with her last even longer than the first) and we hugged each other tightly and kissed passionately and wetly, enjoying the sexual thrills of each other's bodies, through the whole thing. My second cum, inside Peggy, was as explosive as my first and I was glad, as I lifted my upper body from hers, to see the deep red rash across her chest and her smiling, satisfied expression. When I reluctantly pulled my cock from her this time, she glanced down at it and I saw the sweet smile vanish quickly from her face and her eyes go as wide as saucers as she gasped loudly and her hand flew up to cover her gaping mouth. "What is it?" I asked, and I glanced down too and immediately saw that my wet, dangling cock was all red and coated with clotting blood. "I'm so sorry!" Peggy gushed behind the cover of her hand. "I must have started my period! I didn't think I was due this early!" I smiled at her wide-eyed, apprehensive expression. "That's alright," I assured her. "Me and Lynn do it, when she's having her period, all the time. It might be a little messy but I don't mind it at all." "Are you sure?" she said with uncertainty, still hiding behind her hand. "Bradley won't even come NEAR me when I'm menstruating." "Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry about it!" Peggy suddenly whimpered and lifted her butt from the couch, thrusting her hand between her legs as she looked anxiously up at me and said, "Quick! Get me an old towel or something!" I ran to the bathroom, feeling the cool air on my wet cock, and got a towel and brought it to her. Peggy didn't get up but put the folded towel under her butt and settled back down on the couch. I went back to the bathroom and wet a face-cloth with warm water and brought it back to her and she wiped herself and cleaned her hand and then gave the bloody wash-rag back to me. I was wiping off my flaccid cock when I heard the bedroom door open and I turned to see Lynn run out (clasping her hand over her mouth) as she rushed into the bathroom (with Brad following) and quickly closed the door. "I guess they're finished," I observed. "Yeah," Peggy said, "me too. I'm getting cramps now." And I watched her as she placed her hand gently over her bare, lower stomach and bit her bottom lip. Looking down at her, she really didn't look like she was feeling very well and I grabbed a small cushion from the floor and helped her put it under her head. Lynn and Brad emerged from the bathroom, laughing loudly about something as they came through the kitchen and into the livingroom. "What's this?" Brad asked as he looked down at his wife on the couch. "My period started," Peggy explained. Brad threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "Great!" he yelled sarcastically down at her. "Trust YOU to find a way to fuck up a good time!" "Well, I can't help it! I didn't do it on purpose!" "Yeah! Right!" he snarled. "Look," I said to him, "it's okay. I don't mind at all..." "He's right," Lynn said, taking Brad by the muscled arm, "we do it all the time when I get the curse. He doesn't care." "Well..." Brad said uneasily as I looked down and saw Peggy cover her eyes with the back of her hand and turn her face away toward the back of the couch, "...if HE doesn't mind...." The three of us sat on the carpet now, Lynn butt-cheek to butt- cheek with Brad. "So," I said, looking at my wife, "did you get a good cum?" "Yes," she said, "finally." "She sat on top of me," Brad explained, "and she fucked me that way until she got her rocks off. And did she EVER... grinding that pretty, blonde pussy down on my cock!" "Oh?" "Yeah," Brad said excitedly. "I must have come four times, with her tonight, already... three times in her pussy and once in her mouth! This is one, beautiful, sexy woman you have here! I love her breasts! Such big handfuls to play with! It's so great to fuck a REAL woman for a change!" OW! I thought, aware of Peggy, laying right next to us on the couch, and hearing what her husband had just said. Brad stretched out on his back, next to Lynn, and I glanced at his cock. It was hard, as he reached up and hefted one of Lynn's tits. No wonder his wife's pussy was so tight! Brad was hung like a fucking hamster! His cock was thin and couldn't be more than five inches long! Brad was pulling Lynn down to him and she exclaimed, "What? AGAIN?" "I can't help it," Brad said, "you're just so sexy!" "What about Emerson?" Lynn laughed, as she fell over him. "Peggy will take care of him," Brad assured her. "No. I can't," Peggy said, in a quiet voice from the couch. "I've got cramps real bad," she sniffed. "You WOULD!" Brad yelled accusingly. "It's alright," I said, looking over at Peggy's hand-covered face and then back at the pile of naked legs (and Lynn's sexy ass) in front of me, "I've had enough, for tonight. I'll just watch the two of you." "Suit yourself," Brad said as he wrapped his arms around Lynn and rolled the two of them over so that he was on top of her and between her spread legs. I watched as he reached down and worked the head of his cock into the wet opening of my wife's pussy and then he pushed inward and his muscular ass began to bob up and down between Lynn's sexy, parted thighs. I heard a sound behind me and I turned to see Peggy, sitting upright on the towel now, her feet on the carpet, holding her forearm over her belly as she looked down at her husband and my wife fucking on the floor. Her eyes were watery and a large tear trickled wetly down her cheek as she wiped her nose with the back of her free hand and sniffed loudly, her chin deeply dimpled and trembling. I smiled at her but she wasn't looking at me so I reached over and took her hand to comfort her but she snatched it away from me. "I can't," she said, in a loud, tearful voice, "I've got cramps, I told you!" "I know," I said calmingly, "it's alright... really. I understand. We don't have to do anything." Peggy just kept her wet gaze on the copulation taking place on the floor before her. I looked over too and saw Brad, holding himself up on his arms over Lynn now as he quickly and forcefully fucked into her, her knees raised up at his sides so her pussy could receive his thrusts at a comfortable angle. I could see his shaft, between his muscled legs, screwing in and back in my wife's pink vagina, his cock and her pussy slimy with their teamed, sexual secretions and his hairy nut-sack slapping relentlessly against her upraised ass cheeks as he fucked her. The whole room smelled like sweat and pussy and cum now and it all looked and smelled and sounded so lewd and depraved that my cock was responding to it and hardening with a stiff yearning between my legs. Brad seemed to be boundless in his sexual energy, using his muscular body to fuck and fuck and fuck for (what seemed like) an inhuman amount of time while I just sat there, holding my cock in my hand and watching the pair of them having sex, realizing that I was growing both hornier and more impatient by the moment. "Are you alright, Lynn?" I asked, rubbing my burning penis to try and soothe its rising need and wondering if I should take a turn and fuck her myself, as soon as Brad was finally finished, "You're not getting sore down there, are you?" "Na-na-no," her voice was staccato with his thrusting into her, "it's al-all-right. It fe-fe-feels ga-ga-good! He he's s-s-so ha-ha-hard! I-I l-l-love it!" "Yeah," Brad yelled, "you shapely girl! Take it! Take my fucking cock in you! Oh, yeah! Oh, you sexy babe! Take it deep! Oh, Lynn! You're so sexy! You're going to make me cum again! God, you KNOW how to make a man feel so GOOD!" I looked back at Peggy in time to see her wiping another tear from her wet, reddened cheek and swallowing thickly as she sat (with her arms hugging her knees to her chest) slowly rocking herself on the couch and watching the spectacle of our spouses engaged in lustful, sexual union, on the carpet, in front of her. She looked over to me now, melting my heart with the wet, sorrowful expression on her pretty face as she glanced down at my very stiff cock and then sighed and held her arm out at me, crooking her index finger in summons. "Come here," she sniffed and she slowly scooted, on the towel, to the edge of the couch, dropping her feet to the carpet. I got up from the floor and walked to her, wondering what she wanted of me. Peggy reached out and grasped my rigid cock, pulling me right to her so that I was standing at the edge of the couch, between her spread knees, and then she leaned forward, surprising me as she parted her soft, pillow-like lips, put the head of my yearning penis right into her lovely, warm mouth and started to lick and suck on it. "You don't have to do that," I told her, as I felt the thrilling pangs of what her mouth was doing to me and I looked down at the gold barrettes in her dark, brown hair and the sexy, thin curves of her pale, naked back. But Peggy leaned forward even more now, holding me by my hips and scooting her curvy ass back on the towel, so that her angle of attack was just right. Then I could suddenly feel the delicious sensation of my cock sinking deep into her tight, wet, hot throat as she opened her mouth wide and pushed her pretty, moist face forward to my loins, not stopping until her nose pressed to my lower stomach and I could actually feel her chin against my balls! "Oh, God!" I yelped and I could see Brad turn to us and stop his activity on the floor. Peggy gently grasped my scrotum with one hand and placed her other hand firmly over my ass, so that her fingertips were in my butt crack, and she started pulling me to her as she began to bob her whole face firmly and repeatedly against my patch of pubic hair and I could feel her warm, open mouth and hot, restrictive throat deeply and wetly engulfing my whole length of receptive cock as her tongue licked lovingly along its underside! It was the most exquisite sexual sensation I had ever felt and (wondering how she could even breathe while doing that) I let her have complete control and I just mewled incoherently and became light-headed from the incredible, lewd sensations of her throat and tongue and hands all working together to compel a quick and intense orgasm from me. Brad's eyes went wide as he watched his wife deep-throating me and I was suddenly bow-legged and shaking, at the edge of release and (worried about her reaction) I took hold of her soft, warm shoulders and managed to whimper, "Peggy, stop or you're going to make me cum!" Peggy didn't pull back. Instead she worked her pretty face even more urgently against my loins and I could feel the tip of her finger find and massage at my asshole as my cock seemed to push and fuck even deeper down the hot, wet passage of her tight, velvety throat and her warm tongue licked more firmly and wetly at the very base of my cock, right at my nut-sack, and I was suddenly braying like an ass and cumming like a horse, ejaculating thick, pressurized wads of semen, deep down her throat, as Peggy moaned loudly in satisfaction and began to eagerly swallow what I was spending, her throat muscles creating a sublime, incredible suction and drawing out every hard, exquisite spurt of my surprisingly large load of cum! It was the greatest orgasm of my life and, as it ended, she pressed her small, warm hands to my loins and slowly pulled her reddened face back from me, her mouth open wide and her throat emitting a low, croak-like gurgle as my thick, spent member wetly emerged from deep down her gullet. Totally drained, my legs became rubber and I fell sideways, landing, in a trembling heap, over the armrest of the couch. "Holy shit!" Brad exclaimed from the floor. "You've never done that for ME!" I saw Peggy lick a thick, pearly dribble of my sperm from her lower lip and then, swallowing loudly, she reached for one of her cigarettes, on the end table, and lit it, taking a deep drag. Then, sitting back and exhaling the smoke toward the ceiling, she drew her knees back up to her chest, looked down at her husband and coldly stated, "I never wanted to... for you." That was the end of the swinging for the night. Exhausted, me and Lynn went to bed, leaving Peggy and Brad to sleep on the floor. We could hear them argue, from the livingroom, as we fucked in our bed, my cock feeling so good in the pussy of my own wife... its true home in the woman really I love. When we woke up, the next morning, they were gone. We got a card from them, the next Christmas. Peggy had written on it that they had moved and started their business elsewhere. She said that they were doing fine and added that she really liked the two of us and would always remember her evening at our house. There was no return address but the envelope was postmarked Amarillo, Texas. We never heard from either of them again. |
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