8 years ago#1
He fucked my wife, I fucked his
Chapter OneMy name is Peter and I am married to a lovely attractive woman, Carol. We are both just on the plus side of 30, with a child, a wonderful little 2-year-old boy. We do have a loving relationship and I am almost embarrassed to say it … but we are both slightly bored with the routine of marriage and we have been casting around for something -- or maybe someone - to spark things up.
Carol and I are both pretty much agreed on exploring the prospect of partner swapping. But we're both quite fussy about who we join bodily parts with, so we have not been in a rush to match up with anyone just yet. I work with a guy, Martin … he's about 5 years younger than us at 27 and married to a knockout looking woman, Nicole, a striking brunette with shoulder length hair and a body to die for. They too have one child, a daughter about the same age as our son.
About once a month, we leave the kids with their respective grannies and all four of us get together for dinner at either their home or ours. Nothing has yet been suggested about swapping, so the dinners are quite respectable, just sitting around talking. All four of us get on really well together, but Carol and I wonder if introducing mixed sex between us would ruin the relationship.
Neither Carol nor Nicole goes to work so the two of them also get together for coffee each Wednesday morning at Nicole's house. My lovely Carol couldn't wait for me to get home this recent Wednesday night, anxious to tell me that she had at last introduced the topic of partner swapping and she was stunned that Nicole showed some interest. Only Carol didn't get to it straight away, she played a little teasing game with me first.
"Peter, other than me, which woman do you desire most of all? If you could have no strings attached sex with anyone else, who would it be?"
"Nicole," I answered without any hesitation.
"Damn you Peter, you didn't even have to think about it, did you?"
I gave her only a smug smile … no words were necessary.
"If you are really nice to me Peter, I can grant you that wish, my darling."
She had my immediate attention, "You can … how … tell me more."
"Darling, Nicole has always seemed so very straight-laced," my wife told me, her mouth open, still amazed hours later as she recalled the conversation for me. "But today, she said that she and Martin had discussed swapping a couple of times. She indicated that he was pretty keen while she was only luke-warm about doing it with some other guy. Obviously, she is still a long way from agreeing to do it, but I think I can bring her around. I wasn't as dumbstruck as I am now, I was really cool and I didn't push the subject, just left it up in the air. Of course, I have every intention of bringing her back to it next Wednesday."
"Carol, I would never have believed it. But the strange thing is that Martin has never suggested it to me. You would think if they were that way inclined, he might have put out feelers. Although I am positive that he'd like to get into your pants Carol … there's no doubt about that."
"Do you really think so?" my wife asked curiously.
"Come on, you've seen the way he looks at you when we get together for dinner, I dare say he leaves here with an erection."
"Have you noticed the way that he looks at me?"
"Of course, I'm not blind. Martin has the hots for my wife, there's no two ways about that."
Carol gave a satisfied smirk, like my comments were only confirming something she already knew.
I looked for an opening at work the next day, but other than leading with a line like 'Are you a swinger Martin?' I would be forced to wait for a more subtle introduction of the topic. It came Friday night when we stopped in at a bar after work for a couple of beers.
I was getting ready to broach the subject when Martin opened with…
"So Peter, have you and Carol ever thought about indulging in a bit of wife-swapping?"
Whoa, I was taken aback, I expected that I was going to have to raise it. "Funny you should ask Martin, because Carol and I were only talking about that a couple of nights ago. We have both been thinking about it for quite a while, but we have been really careful to find a couple that we would both feel comfortable with."
"And you didn't think of us?" suggested Martin, "After all our dinner parties."
I needed to quickly reassure him that he and his beautiful Nicole would make an ideal partner pairing for Carol and I. "No Martin, don't get me wrong, you were both at the top of our list … actually, you were the only pair on our list. It's just that we never thought that you two would go for it."
"Peter, I have to admit to you that I'm the one who would go for it in a flash … other than my own lovely Nicole, I can think of nobody better than Carol to slip my hard cock up inside."
I must admit I cringed at his words, maybe this was the first test of whether I would be game to embark on swinging. Somehow, I was offended that he was talking about my wife in this manner … 'slip my hard cock up inside.' His words swirled around in my head. He must have noticed that I was distracted … and why.
"I didn't intend to upset you Peter, I was only trying to emphasise that you two would be the perfect couple for Nicky and I to swing with … perhaps I was a bit crude. You're close to our age, we're sort of in the same family state, each with a child. We both love our wives, but speaking for myself, I have a wandering eye that appreciates the beauty of a woman and wants to possess her, if only for one night."
"You're quite right Martin, I do feel that way … and often," I told him.
"Do you Peter … do you feel like that about my Nicky?"
"Oh, do I ever. She is truly beautiful Martin, what man wouldn't want her?"
"Peter, I've always felt that way, but I figured that I was biased because she's mine. Of course, she could still be the stumbling block. I haven't convinced her at all yet. I've tried lots of times … she sort of says she's interested, but I can never get any commitment from her … just a whole string of maybe's."
"Strangely enough Martin, Carol actually raised it with her on Wednesday, right out of the blue."
"Yes that's good, I did get to hear about that from Nicky. That's why I've mentioned it to you tonight."
"Oh it's a good sign that she told you about what my wife said, so she obviously took in what Carol had to say?"
"Yes Peter, she seemed to … but I still don't know if that brings the actual night any closer."
I began to wonder if it was me that was stopping Nicole from agreeing. "Martin, have you actually suggested to her that we would be the other couple?"
"Oh yes, of course!"
"So did she indicate whether she would be okay with me?"
"Come on Peter, stop fishing for a compliment. Yes, I got the impression that if she ever agrees for us to do it, then it would have to be with you two. I do think she likes you a lot Peter, I'm just not too sure if it's a sexual liking."
"Well at least that's a start. Martin, from our side, I can assure you that Carol would be very happy for us to have a mixed foursome with you and Nicky."
"So what should we do, can we arrange it for the next dinner party, that's due to be at your place a week tomorrow night?"
"That's up to you Martin, it would appear that Nicole is the only reluctant starter at this stage. But you can't force her into it, we may have to be patient and wait for the next month."
Martin was eager now that I had confirmed our interest, "No, that's too far away, let's try for next weekend. I'll start working on her more seriously."
"No Martin, I told you don't force her, let her come around to it gradually. Look, I know that Carol intends to raise it again this Wednesday. If there's going to be any pressure applied, it might be better coming from another woman."
Martin looked reluctant, but he agreed, "I guess you're right … okay then, I'll leave it to Carol."
Naturally, I filled my wife in on the developments of my discussion with Martin and she agreed to try to persuade Nicole over coffee on Wednesday.
Naturally, I couldn't wait to get home on Wednesday night to hear whether Carol had been successful. Typically, she teased me again, this time waffling on about some bargains she got while shopping. "Come on honey, tell me, you know what I want to know. How did it go with Nicole?"
"You really are anxious, aren't you Peter? Does it mean that much to you to have sex with her?"
"Come on, stop teasing."
"I could be worried about this Peter, you are acting like you're obsessed."
"No … no, I'm not. It's just that you and I have been talking about the prospect for months and months. And then after what Martin said last Friday night at the bar, I'm pretty excited that this could soon become a reality. Doesn't it affect you that way too? Carol, you've got to admit that you've wanted to have a go with Martin for some time."
"Oh okay, yes you're right, I am eager for it too. Well Peter, I'm sorry to disappoint you…"
My face fell, my jaw dropped, she could see that I was crestfallen.
"Hold on, it's not actually bad news, it's just not certain yet."
I brightened, "Really, tell me more…"
"Well, I raised the subject again and this time I kept on about it, forcing her to discuss all aspects, why she didn't want to swing … whether there was a chance that she might come around to it … and so on."
"Great … tell me more," I told my wife enthusiastically.
"Darling, it has a lot to do with her Catholic upbringing, she was taught to be a virgin until her wedding day and to respect the vows of marriage for the rest of her life. Martin was her childhood sweetheart, her only boyfriend and the only man she's ever had. Now she finds herself in conflict … her beloved husband who she expected to be her only man through life, keeps suggesting to her that he fuck another woman and that she give herself to another man. Nicole has been wrestling with this debate for longer than we ever expected, apparently they have been discussing it for months. So I gave her the woman's perspective…"
"Good girl, that's a great idea!"
"Easy tiger … anyway, I told her how every woman should experience several men, even a few men sexually. I told her she could not have complete contentment with just one guy. I put in a big plug for you, about how kind and caring you are as a lover … and how capable and experienced you are. I promised her that you would give her heaps of orgasms…"
"Gee thanks, now I'm the one feeling the pressure."
"You can do it, just like you do with me. It turns out that Martin is not very experimental and she only ever gets one big moment a night with him. I take it that he thinks he's good, but he comes up a little short. Now I'm beginning to wonder what I've let myself in for, I don't want my first time swinging in our marriage to be a dud."
I needed to reassure her everything would be all right. "Carol, you're the one … you are the sexy one. I reckon you could make him good, you're so hot in bed."
"Oh darling, you say the nicest things, thank you."
I was anxious to hear more, "So where did you leave it with her? Are we on for Saturday night?"
"Well Peter, we could be. Before I left her, I told her that both you guys were eager to have it happen this weekend. She seemed very hesitant and I was afraid that if I pushed her too much, she was going to make it a flat no. So I cut her off by telling her to dress sexy -- and I said I would too -- and that we would just be cool and lay back and see what develops."
"Wow, that sounds promising … so she agreed to dress sexy."
"Yes, she did actually."
"Well, that's a start. Shit, maybe it's really going to happen. I can't believe it."
"You better think positive thoughts and be on your best behaviour on Saturday night."
Martin and I compared notes next day at work. He too had talked to his wife on Wednesday night following Carol and Nicole's get together over coffee that morning. His wife had been non-committal on whether she would go all the way with me on Saturday, but he claimed that he got the impression that she was now really interested in trying a one-time swing.
TO BE CONTINUED
8 years ago#2
Chapter Two
I couldn't wait for Saturday night to roll around, it seemed to take forever. Around three that afternoon, I went out to the pool for a quick dip and found my wife in one of her brief bikinis sunning herself on a banana chair at poolside. I dived in, got wet and cool and came straight out to lie on a lounge alongside Carol.
"So babe," I asked, "Are you as excited as me about what might happen tonight?"
"Excited and nervous, darling. I'm really not too sure what to expect … it may be a case of playing it by the ear, just seeing how the evening progresses."
"Do you think you've convinced Nicole to be a part of it?"
"Listen to you, it's all about you, isn't it?"
"Don't twist my comments around, Carol … I was only asking because Nicole is the one person out of the four not yet committed. Martin and you and I certainly don't need any convincing … we're all for it."
"Well, I do have a sort of a plan, but I won't say anything just yet because I am still working on it. We just have to loosen her up a bit, maybe play some harmless sex games … she's always going around like she's got a fucking stick up her arse."
"Nicole's okay, she's just a shy kid. If you would leave it to old Uncle Pete here, I am sure I could get her swinging."
"Listen to you … can you hear yourself, Peter? I am worried that you're becoming obsessed with having her."
I took a shower about five and went out to the backyard to prepare the barbecue … it was my turn to cook dinner tonight. Carol went upstairs to run herself a bath. I warned her that Nicole and Martin were coming around 6.30, but it seemed that nothing was going to speed her up.
Spot on 6.30, our guests arrived and I welcomed them both, daring to give Nicole a lingering kiss on the lips instead of my usual chaste peck on the cheek. Her moist lips hung there with me, offering me some encouragement. Next, I stood back to admire her and became enthusiastic about her appearance.
I have told you previously that she is a strikingly beautiful woman, about 5'7" and a knock-out figure with near-perfect breasts with that neat up-curve slope … such as I had been able to see of them on the one occasion when we turned our dinner into a pool party. She had worn a remarkably brief bikini costume and all night, I struggled to contain my erection within my swimming shorts.
Tonight, she had passed on her usual attire of slacks and was in a dress that showed off her dynamic figure. If she was responding to my wife's call for her to dress sexy, she had certainly succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. The dress was short, above the knees, it was black, matching her hair, a halter-top with a deep V-shaped cut-out in front that revealed the inside curve of each breast. Her back was bare to the waist. It was obvious that she could not have worn a bra.
"Nicole, you look truly sensational tonight," I told her, a bit embarrassed to be lavishing such praise on her with Martin hovering behind her.
"Thank you Peter, that's so nice of you to say."
"Did you dress for Martin … or for me?" I dared to ask.
"For both of you actually … I know that you both have a keen eye for women."
"Ain't that the truth," I confirmed, heartened that she admitted dressing as much for me as for her husband. The big question still was whether she would undress for me later tonight. As I pondered that thought, Carol made her grand entrance. To say that she too looked sensational would be an understatement. She also had chosen a dress for this special night, was there something significant in both women wearing provocative dresses that showed heaps of cleavage and leg. For Martin and I, wearing a dress signalled that the two women expected male hands to be sliding up inside or down into that garment. Their usual Saturday night attire of slacks and tops had limited access points.
Carol's dress was strapless, in fact it was everything less. The top of the dress was straight and barely covered her nipples. Her cleavage was certainly on display. Carol's dress was a dark blue and it too was short, stopping just above the knees … but what was most significant was the slit in front that revealed her inner thighs almost all the way to her crotch. If she sat down in this dress, surely her panties would be on display. I trust that she is wearing panties.
Martin was enthusing about and to Carol, "My God, you look beautiful tonight Carol, not that you don't always, but tonight it's like it's something special."
"It may well be," I heard Carol tell him and they both kissed on the lips, just as Nicole and I had done a few minutes before. Carol slid over to Nicole and greeted her warmly. For a moment, it appeared to me that maybe these two women knew more about what might happen tonight than they had each let on to us.
After we had all enjoyed a drink and some convivial conversation - nothing unusual about the night yet - I adjourned outside to tend the barbecue, leaving the other three to sit, drink and chat. However, after about 15 minutes, I felt the presence of someone beside me as I watched the meat cooking slowly. I turned and was delighted to see that it was Nicole on her own.
"Can we talk, Peter?" she asked me quite seriously. I expected that I knew what the topic would be. My wife and her husband had pressured Nicole relentlessly. I was the only person not to ask her to participate in our planned night of swinging, yet I would be the beneficiary of her body's delights if the evening proceeded the way the rest of us wanted.
"Sure Nicole, what would you like to talk about?"
"I would think you know Peter, it's the topic on everyone's mind tonight, but Martin and Carol are tiptoeing around me because they see me as the possible block to everyone getting it off. But I haven't heard from you Peter, how do you see me? What would you like to have happen tonight?"
Wow, she had come right out and put her cards on the table. Did this mean that how I answered her determined if all four of us would be swapping tonight? What pressure I was feeling.
"Nicole, I won't beat around the bush and pretend that I don't know what's going on, although I haven't made a big thing of it. But…" I hastened to add, "that does not mean that I don't want to be a part of this. I just thought I'd hang back and let you make up your mind in your own time. It's true that the rest of us would like something special to occur tonight. By special, I mean that we would like to try an experiment new to all of us. Despite the marriage vows that we have all taken, day-to-day marriage can get a bit boring and routine. Let's face it, a heck of a lot of people break up these days. None of us want to be among that statistic. Carol and I have been talking about something like this for months. Then we were both surprised to find that Martin thought exactly the same way. Martin and I -- and Carol agrees -- just think that if we four do this exclusively among our best friends, all four of us could get the spark back when we return to our own spouses tomorrow … or whenever ... if it doesn't happen tonight."
"I hear what you're all saying and there is some logic in that. It's just that you three have to understand where I'm coming from. I had a very strict Catholic upbringing and Martin is the only man that I've slept with. Carol couldn't get her head around that, she couldn't see how any woman could go through life knowing only one man sexually. But until Martin and Carol began talking to me about swinging, I didn't know any other way, I just thought it was okay to have only one man."
"Do I detect that you are now entertaining the thought of trying it with another man?" I was trying to stop my voice from rising in eager anticipation.
"Hold on Peter, don't get too excited, think of your heart."
"My heart's great, it's another part of my anatomy that I might have to think about."
That comment caused Nicole to glance down and when she did, presumably checking to see if I was registering a bulge in the front of my trousers, then I looked down too. Sure enough, I was up but I already knew that. What I meant was, I was so stiff and big that she could visually detect a prominent bulge.
"See what I mean," I told her, looking back into that beautiful face, standing just alongside me. I could have reached out and taken her into my arms, but I had to move cautiously with the fear that she may not be ready yet.
"Goodness me, you men are all alike, life doesn't totally revolve around your stiff penis, you know."
"No, but the penis sure takes a pretty active role."
"Can I get us back onto my problem."
"Sure, but I was hoping that it may not still be a problem."
"Well Peter, it is. I have wrestled with this since Wednesday when Carol came out and admitted that you three are all expecting something to happen as soon as tonight. I have to be honest with you and tell you that, at this very moment, I still don't know what I'm going to do tonight. Carol asked me to wear a sexy dress and I think I have." She looked down at her clothing.
"Believe me Nicole, you sure have worn something sexy. You look absolutely stunning. I have to admit that I am desperately hoping that you will agree … but I'm not going to push you, it's your call."
"Thank you Peter, you're actually better than the others, more restrained, you're not pressuring me as much … although seeing what you have there…" she was referring to my trouser bulge again. "…I'm not sure just how restrained you may be."
"Yes Nicole, I guess my cock sort of says it all, doesn't it?"
"Listen Peter, I just want to say to you that there is nothing personal if I can't go through with this tonight. If I were ever going to do it with any man other than Martin, you would be my only choice. You're funny, witty even, you're a good conversationalist and I always look forward to the four of us having dinner because I can feel so comfortable with you and Carol. It's just that I don't know if, when Carol or Martin or whoever stands up and says let's all pair off, I can actually stand up and go ahead with it. You know, walk over to you and kiss you in front of the others or even worse, do it in front of the others. I don't know what they have planned."
"Nicole, I don't either, but believe me, you don't have to do anything you don't want … and you don't have to do anything in front of anybody else."
"Thanks, I appreciated us having this talk. I just wanted you to know how I felt, I hope you do now."
"I think I do." I turned back to the steaks … I had ignored them while I was in conversation with Nicole and now they were becoming charred. Nicole went back in search of the other two, perhaps to convince herself that they had not already paired off.
TO BE CONTINUED
8 years ago#3
Chapter Three
Dinner was great and we all sat around the dining table talking about general things as if there was no special atmosphere here tonight. But deep inside, all four of us - I guess even Nicole - knew how special it might become. What would happen if Nicole backed out at the last minute, would Martin and Carol still want to pair off in one of the bedrooms? How would I handle that situation if my wife was getting her kicks and I couldn't get my rocks off?
I was curious how Carol intended to get the alternate action started, she had indicated earlier that she had it all planned. Well, about 8.30, at a momentary lull in the conversation, Carol at last brought up the topic we had all been thinking about.
"Listen guys, I know that everybody's a bit tense tonight because of the suggestion that we might all try something different."
Although I was watching Carol, off to my right, as she spoke, I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, of Nicole, to my left, reaching a hand out to grasp her husband's hand as she realised that the moment she perhaps dreaded, had arrived.
Carol went on regardless, although she too must have seen Nicole's handhold as a need for reassurance from her husband. Martin had quickly turned to his wife and smiled, but just as quickly looked back to give my wife his full attention.
"When Nicole and I talked on Wednesday, I learnt something about her and Martin's sex life."
I thought I heard Nicole gasp to my left as she realised that her confidante was about to reveal one of her supposedly private comments. I stole a glance around and saw that the knuckles on Nicole's hand had gone white from gripping Martin's hand so hard.
"It seems that Nicole has never had the exquisite pleasure of having her husband lick her out … go down on her … however you want to put it in polite company. Since the two of them have been together since high school, I'm guessing that means that Martin's never had the pleasure of tasting that most precious part of his woman … or any woman for that matter."
In a trembling voice, Nicole spoke, "That was told to you in confidence, Carol."
"Nicole, there's only four of us here, you and Martin already knew that fact … on Wednesday you told me, so that leaves Peter here as the only one surprised now by that revelation."
Carol looked to me to gauge my reaction and I contributed by adding, "I am surprised."
Carol had a grin from ear to ear, "So, I have an idea to just break the ice…"
Nicole interrupted again, "I haven't said I will do anything yet."
"Steady on," responded Carol, "Hear me out Nicole, this is nothing to do with full-on swinging. This is just a little party game … admittedly a sexual one … but nevertheless, just a party game. No swinging, no swapping unless you want to."
"What would I have to do?" asked Nicole, looking very nervous, one hand still clasping her husband's hand tightly.
"Because I learnt about you never having experienced such licking pleasure, I thought up this little game and you don't have to leave your seat. The men do, but Nicole, you and I will stay right where we are. I am going to suggest to the men that they get down under the table, out of sight … you and I will slide forward to the edge of our chairs and we will remove our panties. While you and I sit here acting like nothing is happening, below decks our men will lick their respective wives to a climax … mind-blowing we hope! I cannot see that you could object to that … our men will be out of sight and I am the only one who will get to watch you cum from having your cunt licked."
"I don't know, as I told you on Wednesday, we've never done it because I always thought that it was dirty for Martin to put his mouth where I pee and bleed."
"Oh Nicole, for heavens sake!" Carol raised her voice, "You're not bleeding now and I hope you're not about to pee … you must have had a good shower or bath tonight, so what's the problem?"
Nicole looked desperately from Martin to Carol, even to me, looking for a reaction I guess. Martin obliged, "Go on honey, you might find that you like it."
"Will you like it though?" asked Nicole of her husband.
"I reckon I will, I have often thought about doing it."
"But you've never done it before, how will you know what to do?"
Martin had an answer ready for every question, had Carol coached him earlier tonight? "When we get under the table, I will watch Peter do it to Carol and just follow his lead."
There was silence as the three of us waited for Nicole's acceptance of the terms. Carol was becoming impatient, "So what will it be? Are you going to try it with me?"
Nicole must have felt all eyes upon her. She had laboured for three days and nights with how she was going to respond when the ultimate question of her participating in a wife swap was eventually put to her. But to her surprise, the question was quite different and not as threatening to her moral values.
"Okay, I'm game, let's do it," said Nicole, breaking into a smile for the first time tonight. It was good to see her happy again, her smile lit up a room.
Upon hearing Nicole's acceptance of the terms, Martin and I immediately pushed our chairs back and moved down under the table, the table cloth falling back into place to obscure us from sight. In the half-light beneath the table, the alluring sight of four very feminine legs greeted me. Straight away, Martin moved so that he sat alongside my wife's knees and silently pointed to me to take up a position alongside his wife's knees. He was obviously aware of Carol's plan, so why hadn't I been told? This was going to be Carol's way to have Nicole participate in her first sexual encounter with a man other than her husband. I was to be the one to lick and suck on the most intimate parts of Nicole's luscious body, but how would Nicole react when she found it was me going down on her? After all, didn't Carol just tell her 'no swinging, no swapping.'
From above the table, Carol's voiced carried to us, she was telling Nicole, "Okay, now slide forward in your chair and pull your dress up to your hips." I watched as the legs I sat alongside slid forward and two hands came down and tugged her dress up over her thighs. I wished the light down here was better as both of her thighs were totally revealed and I shuffled around so that I was now sitting directly in front of Nicole's knees. Behind me, Martin was doing much the same with my wife.
Nicole's knees were still pressed tightly together as I peered above her knees, along her inner thighs, catching my first glimpse of her panties. They weren't white, it was hard to see in the dim light, but they looked to be a pastel colour, maybe blue or green. Her short black dress had been pushed well back out of the way, it's front hem now barely covering her tummy. She had briefly raised her arse as the hem at back had slipped well back on the chair, so that her pantied arse was now in direct contact with the chair.
I heard my wife's voice again from above the table, "Now, take your panties off and let them fall on the floor." As commanded by my wife, I watched as Nicole's arse lifted up again briefly, and her two hands hooked into the waistband of her panties and hauled them along her horizontal upper thighs, over her knees, then let them fall down over her calves to lay around her ankles.
I took a hold of each foot in turn and pulled her panties off, Nicole complied, obviously assuming that the touch was that of her husband. I stole a glance around and saw that Martin had claimed my wife's panties in a similar way and was now using his hands on her knees to spread her thighs. It looked to me like Martin was moving ahead of the game.
I heard Carol's next command to Nicole, "Now spread your legs Nicole, so that your husband can get his lips up real close to all your good parts." I turned back from watching Martin to see that Nicole was dutifully complying, assuming that she was about to reveal her most intimate pubic area only to her husband. Slowly, her legs parted and I shuffled forward between them, placing a hand on each inner thigh to help.
As my face approached Nicole's secret treasure garden, I slowed to plant soft wet kisses on the tender smooth skin of her inner thighs. I thought I could detect whimpering from above as each kiss landed strategically and purposefully, moving ever closer to her waiting cunt.
My hands pushed her legs still wider apart and my face edged forward into the V formed by her thighs. She had edged so far forward on the chair that her arse cheeks perched precariously on the front edge. This left her entire pubic mound exposed to me, I stretched my wet tongue out and with the flat upper side of it, I stroked upward on Nicole's nether lips, licking from her cunt all the way to her clit. This time, there was no doubting the guttural groan that came from above the table, she was being very vocal as she experienced the first ever male tongue on her mons.
I pulled my tongue off her clit and placed it back down over her opening and swiped it upward again … getting the same loud reaction. Two more wet swipes upward along her labia had the nether lips loosening, the blood filling them so that they parted, the sides engorged and puffy. Now I could get my tongue into position at the opening of her cunt, I stiffened the tip of my tongue and pushed it slowly inside her. She seemed to shriek with delight.
My wife was being less vocal, naturally I assumed that was because Martin was inept at doing things as well as I with his tongue, simply through his lack of experience. I could hear my wife trying to engage the beautiful young woman that I was licking in conversation, "You must like what your husband is doing to you, Nicole?"
The answer was unabashed enthusiasm and exhilaration, "Oh yes … yes … oh my goodness, it feels wonderful!"
"It's a shame you waited all these years to try it," said Carol.
Accentuated by more shrieks and gasps and moans, Nicole managed to tell my wife, "Oh, we're definitely going to be doing this a lot more from now on."
I varied the pace again, withdrawing my stiffened tongue from the in-and-out see-sawing motion within her liquid cunt and sending my tongue on a mission to arouse her budding clitoris. When my tongue licked over her little bud and my lips then closed around it and sucked hard, her body actually lifted up off the seat … such was the sensual shock that raged through her body.
"What's he doing now?" I heard my wife ask, perhaps unsatisfied herself and bored with Martin's feeble sucking attempts.
"Oh God, he's licking my clit…" Her breathing was laboured, she was panting, "Oh, I didn't know it could feel this good."
"You're very lucky Nicole, not everyone knows how to do it," Carol told her, giving me an endorsement that would only register with Nicole later.
From above, I could hear Nicole's rapid and ragged breathing suggesting her peak might be near, but through my tongue up against her clit, I could already feel her succulent body trembling in the preliminary stages of a climax.
"Oh dear, I'm gonna cum … I can't hold it back … oh no, it's coming!"
"Just let it go baby, here hang onto my hands," Carol told her, seemingly coaxing Nicole to her first orgasm created from cunnilingus.
I could have played a game with her and backed off, drawing her pleasure out … but instead I let her build and intensified my soft wet strokes on her now stiff little clit. With a powerful thrust of her pelvis that nearly knocked me back off my knees, her body exploded into a pulsing, throbbing orgasm, punctuated by shrieks of delight from above the table.
I held my ground, but stilled my tongue to allow her clit to spasm against my outstretched taster. Her legs sprang back, her thighs tightly clamping around my head to intensify her pleasure … her whole body shook and trembled. It certainly was a powerful finish for her. My head was locked between her thighs and I was struggling to breathe, yet I could still hear Martin slurping away behind me, trying to give the same type of finish to my wife.
Nicole and I held that position for quite some time, my head held tightly in the grip of her thighs, my nose squashed against her body, just above her clit. But I was so content to have my face mashed up against her pubic region, a site that I had dreamed of for so long. It was only after I heard my wife eventually reach her own finish that Nicole relaxed the grip of her thighs on my head and I reluctantly withdrew, using my tongue to give one last long teasing lick along her slit. Her whole body trembled once more.
Carol's orgasm had not been as intense as those she receives from me and she was quickly calling down to Martin and I, "When you guys come up, we want to see the panties of the woman you sucked in your mouth." So this was going to be Carol's way of letting Nicole know that I was the man who had just given her those sensational feelings.
Happily, I picked up Nicole's discarded panties from beside her feet and turned them inside out, placing the inner crotch between my teeth, inhaling the same aroma that I had just enjoyed while attending to her pleasure. Martin placed Carol's panties in his mouth, but failed to be so particular with the crotch. I let him go first and he slid out Carol's side of the table, pulling his chair around so that he sat down right alongside my wife.
I could only imagine the shock on Nicole's face when she saw that it was Carol's panties in her husband's mouth. I moved quickly out from under the table, looking immediately in Nicole's direction. Her hands had flown up to her face in shock, nearly covering it. I could just see her eyes peeping through between her outstretched fingers. She appeared to be frozen to the spot … with her face hidden by her hands, none of us could establish whether she was approving or disapproving of what had just happened. Would she feel cheated and deceived?
I grabbed my chair and moved it around alongside Nicole, just as Martin had done with my wife. Carol spoke to Nicole, "I am sorry if you feel we tricked you. I can assure you that Peter was not in on this until he got under the table and found Martin was claiming my cunt to lick. So don't blame Peter. I did it for you, Nicole … I wanted you to have a good one for the first time you let a man go down on you. I knew that Peter would be the best for you." She turned to Martin alongside her, "This poor guy needs a bit of tuition in that regard, but I'm happy to help out." Carol pushed her chair back from the table and stood up, "How about we start now, Martin?"
I was stunned, Carol was pushing the envelope, going off with Martin before Nicole had even agreed to be a part of this proposed night of swinging. She was taking the decision out of Nicole's hands … a very risky business. If Nicole wasn't happy at being tricked, it was going to become a very awkward night for Nicole and I, sitting around waiting while my wife and her husband bonked away inside in the guestroom.
Nicole still sat with her face almost covered by her hands as Carol led Martin by the hand off toward the bedrooms. Carol called back to us, "You two can have our bedroom, we'll squeeze up in the guestroom."
Very thoughtful of my wife, I sure hoped that I could take advantage of it. Seated alongside Nicole, who seemed frozen to the spot, I slipped my arm around her shoulders and I felt her body tense up. I sat still, holding her, not knowing what to say to her … her panties still hanging from my mouth. Boy, I must have looked silly … maybe I could win her over with stupid humour. We must have stayed that way in total silence for perhaps another two minutes.
Then, slowly Nicole withdrew both of her hands from her face and dropped them down to momentarily rest on the table edge. Her right hand that was closest to me then dropped off the table and I felt it land on my left thigh, quite high up. It didn't settle, but ever so slowly it inched its way up my thigh until her knuckles contacted my hard-on within my trousers.
Seated alongside me at the table, Nicole turned her head around to look at me and her other hand came up and pulled her panties from my mouth, scrunching them up and dropping them on the table, I guess in her naive embarrassment. I stared back into her eyes and she told me, "You did make me feel very good … thank you!"
"Believe me, that was my pleasure. It was something special for me to be able to do that for you knowing it was your first time."
"Did licking me down there make you very aroused?" she asked, her hand now turning over and her fingers grasping the solid core of my erection, feeling it, testing its size, but still concealed in my trousers.
"I guess you can feel how it aroused me," I told her, enjoying her illicit touch.
"But weren't you already up earlier tonight … you know, out by the barbecue?"
"Yes, but you were still the cause of my arousal, even back then."
"Why back then? Did you think even before dinner that you stood a good chance to have me tonight?"
"No, I never assumed that it would happen, I was just up because I hoped it might."
Her fingers continued to forage around, running along the length of my stiffened cock. I wished that it was out of the confines of my clothing … I ached to feel those long slender fingers wrapping around my hard-on.
"Is it likely to get any bigger if I agree to go to the bedroom with you?"
My cock jerked with what appeared to be a reaction to her first confirmation of going on with it. "I don't think it's physically possible for it to get any bigger."
"Maybe not, but I felt a reaction from it when I mentioned going to the bedroom."
My cock jerked again, "Of course you got a reaction … you would make me very happy … and I hope I can make you feel really good."
"You have already, Peter … that thing you did with your tongue was truly amazing. Could you teach that to Martin?"
"I think that maybe Carol is working on that already. You will find that he'll measure up okay. That's one of the fringe benefits of the four of us doing something like this, we should all go back to our own partners with a new spark."
"I hope so … but I'm not too sure about Martin measuring up." Her fingers were busy on my cock as she spoke. "Are you a bit bigger than him?"
"I have no idea, Nicole … I have never seen your husband naked."
"This just feels thicker or something, I guess we better look into that. Would you like it if we went in and checked out your bedroom?"
I couldn't believe it, my dream fuck was actually going to happen. We stood up together, her hand still groping my erection and my natural instinct led me to lean forward and kiss her. Her lips were full and quite wet, she had licked them as she saw my face approaching. The kiss was quite chaste and respectful for maybe 15 seconds, but then my lips forced hers to open and my tongue set out on a mission. Our tongues met and the kiss became passionate and her hand was forced to let go of my hard-on as I brought my hands to her arse and pulled her in tightly, crushing our lower bodies together hard, groin against groin.
When our lips eventually parted, we stared into each other's eyes and she whispered, "I want you … I know I can do this now."
We turned as one and I took her to the hallway that led to the master bedroom. As we passed the guestroom, she stopped us and we paused outside the partially open door, hearing the sounds of Carol and Martin in what sounded like the heat of passion.
"Should we check them out?" asked Nicole.
I hesitated, "Can you handle that?"
"Yes, I think I'm okay with it now."
"Okay then," I whispered back as I steered her ahead of me and we slipped silently through the partly opened doorway, stopping just inside, making sure that we were not silhouetted by the shaft of light coming in from the hallway. It was very dark in there and we waited until our eyes adjusted, just listening to the sounds of the lovers on the bed.
When our eyes became accustomed to the dark, there on the bed were our spouses, Martin on his back … my wife had obviously taken control - as she is inclined to do - and she was seated upright, riding Martin's cock. They both sounded like they were enjoying what they were doing, but I was more concerned whether Nicole could handle watching her husband and my wife fucking.
TO BE CONTINUED
8 years ago#4
Chapter Four
As we watched, I quickly unzipped and reached in to my trousers to free my hard erection. I moved behind Nicole and used both hands to raise the bottom of her dress back up to where it had sat on her hips while I sucked her. With her panties lying back on the dining room table, I pushed forward and my stiff cock nestled on her naked skin, slipping in between the cleavage of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Nicole pushed back at me eagerly … a good sign.
"Are you okay with this?" I whispered to her.
She turned her head and whispered back, "With watching my husband do it to your wife … or with you rubbing your penis against my arse?"
"Both," I told her with a stupid giggle.
She pulled away, "Come on, let's go, we're wasting time here."
I couldn't believe the transformation that had come over the beautiful Nicole. When had she decided that giving her body to another man was perfectly all right? Was it because I had gone down on her so expertly and considerately? Was it because when Carol and Martin left the room, she felt that she had no other option? Or had she really made up her mind after Carol's talk with her on Wednesday and she had been leading us all on with a ‘will she/won't she’ scenario ever since?
We had snuck out of the guestroom, leaving Carol and Martin bonking away happily. Our time was about to come. We made our way down the hall and into the main bedroom and made our way straight across to the large double bed where Carol and I made love so regularly. Nicole stopped beside the bed, her dress still caught on her hips, revealing her exposed bare arse.
"Can you unzip me please?" and I quickly obliged, drawing the zip right down to her waist. She let the dress fall off her and stepped out of it, then turned around. I went to kiss her again, but she stopped me. "In a minute, there's something I want to check out first." She dropped to her knees, bringing her face down to just above the tip of my outstretched hard-on that still emerged horizontally from inside my trousers. "When I was touching you from outside, it felt bigger than Martin's, I have to see if that's right."
As her face and mouth and wet lips hovered inches from the tip of my cock, I wondered if she had ever had Martin's cock in her mouth. Somehow I doubted that she would ever have let him put his cock there. After all, she had admitted that she had never tried cunnilingus before because she thought that it was dirty for Martin's mouth to be where she pees and bleeds.
I ached for her to envelop the head of my cock with her warm wet mouth, what would she do if I grasped her head and held it tightly while I pushed my cock inside her mouth? I decided that was maybe a bit too drastic for now.
"Yours looks very different from Martin's," I realised as she reviewed my cock and then spoke that his may be the only one she had ever previously seen.
"What do you mean different?" I asked.
She looked up at me from down around my waist. "Is this circumcised? Is that what's different about you?"
"Yes it is," I told her, watching her eyes as she curiously examined my hard-on, her fingers fondling it very favourably, causing it to occasionally jerk in reaction.
"I like it this way, Martin's sort of stays hidden until the last minute. I like how yours is all there, smooth in parts, bumpy in others and this hard ridge…" She fondled the head and I realised that if she kept this up, I might soon have a serious ejaculation problem.
"Would you like to suck it?" I couldn't help myself, I just had to ask … I mean the way she was teasing me with her touching and by having it so close to her lips.
"Oh my God no, I couldn't do that."
"Many women do but you don’t have to," I told her.
"But that's where you pee out of."
"Sure, but that was your problem with having a man suck you down there … and you've just overcome that."
"Umm, I guess you're right about that," she held my cock firmly in her fingers and she looked doe-eyed up at me from her kneeling position in front of me. Was she teasing me, was this all intentional … I looked down at her and wondered?
"There is definitely more to you than Martin's," she said, her fingers roaming and fondling again, her other hand slipping under my balls, holding them gently.
"You really shouldn't compare size, I am sure Martin's cock has kept you contented for years."
She ignored my defence of Martin's appendage. "You're a bit thicker, that's what it is … I just worked it out. My fingers go easily around Martin's, but look, I've got to stretch them to get this fingertip to meet my thumb." She again looked up at me doe-eyed, "Will I feel the difference inside me … I guess I will, won't I? Will you do it gently Peter, I don't want you to hurt me with your bigger penis."
"I think it might be time to find out Nicole, come on up," I was anxious to get her hands off my genitals, it was turning me on … that and her innocent explorations and words. I lifted her body back up in front of me, she was totally naked, her panties discarded long ago and she had not worn a bra in an effort to appease Carol's request to dress sexy. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers drop, then lowered my boxers that no longer contained my cock anyway. I slipped out of my shoes and kicked all of that clothing off my feet. Nicole's hands slipped under her breasts and she lifted them up toward me, as if making an offering for my pleasure. They were indeed the most magnificent pair of perfect breasts, seemingly unaffected by having nursed her child.
I was intending to bend my head down to kiss her, but I pushed her back onto the bed instead. She had fallen on her back across the bed and she raised one knee in a seductive manner leaving her other leg outstretched and slightly apart … I wondered if she realised the sexual significance of the gesture. I gazed down on those perfect breasts and then at her neatly trimmed mons. This was the moment that I had dreamed about, the chance to have this young woman who had visited this house so many times, but who had previously left to go home with her husband at the end of each night. Now, that husband was in the next room, bonking my wife and I was about to have his wife all to myself. How long would they both stay tonight? We four had not had a chance to discuss whether this would be an all-night session … I hoped it would.
I moved down onto the bed, my body covering hers, my hard-on squashing between us on her flat belly, my face descending for my lips to plant a kiss on her warm wet lips that parted willingly on my first touch. Again, our tongues wrestled in a passionate love dance before I reluctantly pulled my mouth away. But only so that my lips could trace their way over her soft smooth skin to find those perfectly shaped breasts and, at the tip of each, her elongated and aroused nipples, just waiting for my kisses.
She moaned a sound that could have been appreciation and acquiescence to my mouth devouring her nipples, first one then the other. While I was eager to be inside this magnificent body, I somehow managed to maintain control of my libido long enough to concentrate on a large degree of foreplay. My fingers were roaming over her smooth skin while my lips and tongue and teeth played with her nipples and the woman below me emitted little soft whimpers, her naked body writhing on the bed.
When I could no longer hold back, I lifted my mouth off her breasts, raised my upper body and gazed down into her eyes, eager to watch her reaction to our coupling. I managed to manoeuvre my erection until it nestled warmly within the dampness and heat of her spread labia. I pushed quite firmly at her opening, managing to lodge only the head of my cock just inside the entrance to her cunt.
But at this joyous moment, to my amazement, her body stiffened at my cock's intimate touch and she screamed out "Oh no, I can't do this! Please stop … oh dear God, please stop now!"
I was confused … but worse, I was almost beyond stopping. Surely she could not do this to me now. I was battling to control the manufacture of my cum deep within my balls and here was this beautiful seemingly compliant woman now resisting me.
When I didn't make any attempt to withdraw the head of my cock from the tight confines of her liquid cunt, she implored me again, "Oh Peter, I am so sorry … I thought I could do this … but I can't." She began to sob, tears appearing from her eyes and rolling slowly down her cheeks. "I keep seeing my parents … my mom and dad would be so ashamed of me for letting a man other than Martin have me."
Then a strange thing happened as I lay on top of this beautiful shapely very feminine body, wrestling with my conscience. I felt the muscles within her cunt grip the head of my cock tightly … just for a moment. I realised that her body was at odds with her mind.
"I only care about your happiness, Nicole. I will do whatever makes you happy … Do you want me to stop?"
For a moment she said nothing, there was a look of indecision on her face and then I felt the tightening of her cunt muscles around the head of my cock once again.
"Nicole, look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want this." I stared down into her eyes, awaiting her request for me to stop and take it out.
This was the make or break moment. I searched her eyes, seeking an indication of which way it would go. I withdrew my hard-on just a fraction and her eyes closed in reaction as she felt my erection slipping a centimetre out of her passage. Her arms slowly crept up and around my shoulders and I felt her legs lifting up and over mine, locking her ankles behind my knees. Her eyes were still closed, she was unable to look me in the eye, but her words were changing. "Please … I want you now!" was all she said, relieving me of my tension. I responded by pushing the rest of my shaft steadily into her body until all of me was wedged tightly within her wet cunt.
Nicole let out a long sigh and reopened her eyes, smiling up at me, "I'm sorry if I confused you. I am so undecided, this goes against everything I have always believed in … but I think I do want you. Make me feel good please."
I lowered my mouth down to kiss her once more and once I had engaged her open mouth with a fresh battle of the tongues, I withdrew my hard cock all the way back until only the head was held just inside her body. I savoured that sensation for just a moment and then I pushed steadily back inside her in one strong steady movement that jointly took our breaths away.
So began a most exquisite succession of sensations as my cock - slightly thicker than her husband's - carved a path inside her body … inexorably sliding in and out. All too quickly, she gave in to the feelings, her breathing became rapid and breathless, Nicole was on her way to a climax. I resisted the powerful urge to equally abandon all of my restraint and plunge hard into her, but I was fearful that if I did, my own finish would parallel hers. I wanted to bring her more pleasure before releasing the first of my cum into her.
Her orgasm was loud and intense and Nicole looked to enjoy it immensely, her face smiling her reaction up at me as her body throbbed and trembled into release. I imagined that her face would have also looked like this when I licked and sucked her body to a climax while she sat upright at our dining room table.
I didn't pause, I didn't need the distraction of feeling her pulsing finish reacting on the sensitive underside of my cock. I attempted to maintain a steady rhythm of entry and exit through her passage, shutting my mind out to just how good it was feeling to at last be inside this wonderful young woman's body.
When I sensed the approach of her second orgasm, reality told me that I would not have time to get her to a third. I was already battling with my testicles to hold back that which was impossible to delay any longer. As her gasps and moans told me that she had peaked for a second time, I gave it up and made several powerful plunges deep inside her cunt, savouring the seconds I had left as my cum churned up from my balls and spasmed into Nicole's warm body.
When she felt my finish riding on the tail of hers, she broke into a broad smile of contentment and exhorted my complete release by screaming into my ears, "Yes … oh yes Peter … oh, fill me up. Yes, I want you!"
I lay atop Nicole, her arms and legs still locked around my body, my cock still spewing its life-creating contents into her body while my lips planted soft kisses onto every bit of skin I could reach on her face, her neck, her breasts, her arms.
When her body had stopped throbbing and with my cock still inside her, I lifted my head to again gaze into her bewitching eyes. I was about to ask if she had enjoyed it when she volunteered her opinion for me.
"That was sensational, you are so good … Carol told me you would be. Oh, I feel so good inside … and you did that for me."
"You scared me for a little while back there."
"Let's not talk about that now … I'm sorry, I just panicked when I felt you coming into me. I am so glad that didn't put you off. Thanks for talking me around."
"Hey, it was going to take more than what your parents might think, to stop me when I'd reached that point."
Nicole laughed, it was one of her best features. She did have many though.
Another voice coming from the doorway behind us brought both of us back to reality. That's right, there were two other people in this house tonight and they just happened to be our respective spouses. It was Carol leading the way, "Are you two decent? We heard you making a bit of noise so we let you be for a few minutes … but you seem to have quietened down now."
"Come in," said Nicole from beneath me quite cheerfully.
TO BE CONTINUED
8 years ago#5
Chapter Five
I turned my head around to see my naked wife leading Nicole's equally naked husband by the hand into our room. Carol continued, "That is such a small bed in the guestroom … any chance you will let us share with you, guys?"
Wow, this might test Nicole, having her husband alongside us in the same bed, doing intimate things to my wife. I wasn't even sure yet how I might react to be in the same bed with them.
My wife flopped down on the bed on her back alongside Nicole. I still lay fully atop Nicole's body, joined to her with my now semi-hard cock still tucked quite snugly inside her warm cunt. Carol smiled at us both and then turned to look up at Martin who still stood by the bed, his cock hard. "Okay Martin, let's give it another go."
Martin got onto the bed and climbed onto Carol's body, her legs spread wide to accept him. He took a moment to slot his hard-on into her crease and then he pushed forward. "This is better," Carol told him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they began to fuck, right there alongside us.
Nicole looked up at me nervously, she seemed to be unsure where to look. Did the others expect us to watch them? Did they want us to? More importantly, did Nicole and I really want to see how they did it? I realised that this could be very difficult for Nicole. I distracted her by pushing my half-hard cock back deeper inside her.
"Oh Peter, you're still up," she said, seemingly excited at the distraction. "Can we do some more?"
"Yeah, but let's go real slow this time." As I pushed it deeper inside her and then withdrew nearly all the way out, I could feel my cock growing again, sufficiently recovered from my first release. As I established a steady but very slow rhythm within her cunt, Nicole closed her eyes, probably to savour the sensual buzz she was feeling … but no doubt also to block out the frenzied sounds of fucking beside us as Carol and Martin reached their peak.
Our spouses collapsed in a sweaty heap, their breathing was loud and frantic. Undaunted, I maintained my slow in-out motions inside Nicole's succulent body, her quiet discrete moans gradually replacing the sounds of Carol and Martin's breathing as they both recovered.
Seemingly ignorant of the intimate connection that Nicole and I were enjoying, Carol spoke out loudly, "Anybody for a drink, can I freshen some glasses up?"
Nicole, without opening her eyes, answered in the negative, "N -- no!" and I ignored my wife's interruption, treating it with the contempt it deserved.
"I'll get them anyway," Carol continued, "This is pretty thirst work."
I felt the bed move as Carol obviously adjourned to go get some more drinks from our bar in the living room. My eyes were completely focussed only on watching the facial reactions of the beautiful woman beneath me as my strokes probed her inner workings.
Martin was noisy too as he told us all unnecessarily, "I'm gonna go take a piss," and again the bed moved as he departed.
When the silence in the room told us both that we were indeed alone again, Nicole opened her eyes and stared up into mine, "That's very distracting."
"I thought you handled it well," I told her, smiling down into her happy face.
"I don't know why they felt they had to join us, we were doing pretty well without them."
"You never know, they are acting with bravado, but perhaps they are both feeling a bit insecure that we are connecting so intimately. To them, it seems like a casual fuck, but I get the impression that you and I have a nice thing going."
"Funny you should say that Peter, I was just thinking the same thing. It feels so natural to have your body inside mine, I wish we could stay this way all night."
"I would love to, but I just don't know how long I can keep it up this big."
"You've done pretty well so far."
Chuffed with her praise, I pushed especially deep on my next stroke and she sighed aloud and again closed her eyes to savour the moment.
"Peter…" I did like the way Nicole said my name. "…What could we do that would really shock them?"
"What do you mean?"
"What sexual thing could we be doing when they come back that would totally freak them out … maybe something they would never expect me to do. They both think that I am this goody-goody girl and butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. I want them to be stunned, I want to do something really dirty. Quick, think of something."
Wow, I was already stunned, let alone what Carol and Martin might think. The beautiful and sexually cautious Nicole was imploring me to do something dirty with her … but what was her idea of dirty? I racked my brain trying to think of something that we could do together that would stun our spouses. "How about anal?" I asked tentatively, certain that she would reel away in horror, but it was the only idea that would come to me on the spur of the moment.
I watched her face for a response and there was this long moment while she was obviously considering my only suggestion. "Would that hurt?" she at last asked me.
"You or me?" I asked her, smiling at my own flippant response.
She lifted a hand and whacked one of my stiffened arms that held my upper body above her. "Silly, me of course … the man never does anything that will hurt him."
"I don't really know, I've never done it … not that I haven't wanted to, but Carol was just never into it. From what I've read and from what mates have told me, I think it could hurt you a little bit."
"I've read some stuff too … if you believe the magazines like Cosmo and so on, it seems like nearly everybody's into it. Would you like to try it, Peter?"
Before I could verbalise a response, I was certain that my face had already told her just how much I would want to try … to push my super sensitive hard cock inside her incredibly tight and tiny arsehole. "Would I what!" I told her, already pulling my cock from out of her cunt.
I leapt off the bed and pulled open a bedside table drawer to find Carol's container of KY gel. "Roll over, quick," I told Nicole, eager to get started and be doing it by the time that Carol and Martin returned. Nicole complied without hesitation, rolling over so that she now lay face down in the middle of the large bed, her smooth rounded arse cheeks so prominently displayed.
I jumped back onto the bed, uncapping the KY container and poured some of the gel into the crease of her arse. It was cold and her body shivered at its touch. My fingers followed and I prised her cheeks apart with one hand while two fingers of the other spread the gel up against her puckered anal ring. Wow, what a bonus now presented itself to me. I could never have imagined as I battled to persuade Nicole to let me continue fucking her only half an hour ago that I would now be poised to have her anally.
My two fingers firmly pushed through her tight sphincter and spread the KY liberally around inside her rectum. She grunted at the discomfort that she must have been feeling as my two fingers spread her rear passage wider.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
"Yes I'm all right, let's just do it."
She really was a determined young woman, I admired her for that. Believing that her insides were now sufficiently lubricated, I withdrew my fingers from her arse and applied some more KY to my rampant cock. My tip was already dripping moistly from the anticipation of being inside Nicole's sweet ass-hole.
Preparation complete, we were still alone in the bedroom, although I could hear the voices of the other two who would soon reappear from their toilet and drinks break. I grasped Nicole's hips on either side and pulled to raise them up. She got the message and lifted her lower torso, tucking her knees up under her tummy, pushing her arse up into a raised position, facing me as I approached her from the bottom of the bed.
Her cheeks had spread wide with the tucking of her knees up under her and her legs splayed out to each side. The lubed and glistening pucker of her anal ring winked at me, inviting me to come closer and I shuffled my legs until I had the head of my cock nudging at her anus. Her body flinched at the touch of my cock against her anus, not from anything physical yet, only from a fear that pain may be close.
I took a firm hold of her hips and she turned her head around from the pillow that it rested on.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, concerned that she might have rushed into it.
She smiled that warm trusting smile of hers, "I am sure, I want you in my arse now, before they come back."
With an invitation like that, I am surprised that I didn't cum there and then. She turned her head away again to face the top of the bed, her head, shoulders and knees taking the weight of her body and she brought her hands around behind her to grasp her cheeks in front of me. Her fingers prised her cheeks even wider apart and I gazed down at her virgin arsehole about to receive its first hard cock.
I used my fingers to re-position my cock at her anus, trying to make sure the angle was right, then my hands returned to hold her hips firmly and without any further warning to her, I thrust my cock forward. The head of it seemed to snag on her anal ring and she nearly fell forward from the force. "Oh shit!" she gasped.
I steadied, gripping her hips tighter and lining it up, pushing once more, the sphincter seemed to give way this time and most of my cock-head was sucked into the tiny tight opening. "Oh dear God!" she screamed out loud.
Our spouses must have heard her from down the hall because I heard Martin's voice calling back to his wife, "Nicky, is that you … are you okay?"
Nicole took a long, deep breath and somehow managed to shout back loud enough for her husband to hear, "Yes I'm fine, don't worry!" Then she turned her head around to me again, "Better hurry and get it in, they'll come back in here in a minute."
This was so strange that she wanted to shock them. I again took a firm hold on her hips and thrust my pelvis forward hard. My cock went in a bit easier, the head having been the hardest part of it. I gazed down on this incredible sight, about half of my cock was now buried within her tight arse.
"So what are you two up to now?" Our attention was drawn to the doorway and both Nicole and I turned to see Carol and Martin walk back in, still totally naked, each carrying two glasses.
I could tell Nicole was struggling with this, she would be feeling some pain, or at least extreme discomfort from having the unfamiliar size of my cock wedged within her tiny ass-hole. It would be the thickest most solid item to ever pass within her rectum. Still, she answered them, trying to sound bright, "We're trying something different."
"Oh really," said Carol, surprise in her voice, "What are you two doing?"
The sweet and innocent young Nicole turned her head around to face them and putting on her bravest face, she said proudly, "Peter's fucking me in my ass!"
The looks on the faces of the other two were priceless. If Nicole had wanted to shock them, she had been successful beyond her wildest dreams. Jaws dropped, both mouths fell open, aghast at her revelation.
"You are what?" screamed Carol and I suspect Martin would have uttered the same words if my wife had not beaten him to it.
"Yes, Peter's got his cock up my ass, come and have a look … and I have to say, I think it feels great!" said Nicole, feeding them more information.
"Jesus!" muttered Martin, approaching the bed, staring directly at that part of her body where half of my cock had already disappeared into her arse. "Doesn't that hurt, Nicky … how can you take that?"
"To tell you the truth Martin, having Peter's cock inside my arse feels just a tad uncomfortable … a very full feeling, that's all. But as an exhilarating sexual encounter, it feels unbelievable! Hang around and watch us, we've only just got started."
"You're crazy, Nicky. Men's cocks were not meant to go up women's arses."
"Why not Martin, it feels pretty good to me."
Carol had been speechless, frozen to the spot on the floor just inside the door where she was when Nicole uttered those unforgettable words, 'Peter's fucking me in my ass.' Now, she at last stepped forward to join Martin standing beside our bed. She was staring at Nicole's spread arse, at where she could see half of my cock lodged within Nicole's tight anus.
"I can see it, but I can't believe it … Nicole, I never expected you would try something like this."
Nicole giggled, "See, I'm quite adventurous after all, aren't I?"
"You can say that again," muttered Carol and she placed the two drinks she carried onto the bedside table. "Hell, I've got to watch this."
"I don't think I can," admitted Martin and he turned and walked from the room.
"Wow, I bet you never expected that reaction" I asked Nicole.
"No way, I hope he'll be all right."
"Do you want to get up and go after him?"
Carol had sat on the edge of the bed, determined to watch us play out Nicole's first anal fuck. But she volunteered to help Martin cope, "It's okay guys, you two enjoy yourselves, I'll go and look after him."
TO BE CONTINUED
8 years ago#6
Chapter Five
Nicole and I were alone again and just as well. I had only got halfway inside her arse when our spouses came into the room. I would still have to battle to get the rest of my cock through her tight sphincter muscle … there was no doubt that she would experience more pain before it began to get better.
"Are you ready for me to get all the way up inside you?" I asked the beautiful woman whose arse I had partly penetrated. I firmed up my hold on her hips and thrust forward firmly. My cock probed deeper into her rear passage and she gasped from the strange new sensations in her arse.
"Yes," Nicole gasped breathlessly, "Don't stop now!"
I shoved forward again and managed to lodge the rest of my stiff hard-on completely within her rectum. Another groan came from Nicole, but she held firm resting on her arms and knees.
"I'm glad they both left the room, this is harder than I thought," she said through gritted teeth.
I paused, my hard erection lodged tightly inside her arse. "Are you going to be okay? You know you don't have to do this, Nicole. You can call it off at any time. You just have to say the word."
"No, we're going through with it … I want to do this for you, Peter."
"What a great young woman, so very thoughtful," I told her, "Nicole, you are so special to do this just for me."
"I like you Peter … I like you very much … and you have been so very good to me tonight … never pushing me … waiting until I was ready. I understand that anal sex is more of a male thing … well you deserve it, so just go for it and claim your reward for being so nice to me."
Words would not adequately express the exciting sexual sensations I felt pushing my hard cock very slowly into the beautiful Nicole's sweet tight arse. From my vantage point above her back, I could look down at her spread cheeks and watch my cock disappearing fully in through her tiny anus. It was unbelievably tight and I guess that she struggled with this new experience, but she was a brave girl who never complained as I thrust constantly back and forth into her rectum. I pushed each stroke in until she had the entire length of my cock embedded within her rectum, then I would pull it almost all the way out until only the head of my cock was held tightly within her sphincter.
It was fortunate that Martin reacted the way he had and left the room, causing Carol to leave too, because Nicole struggled with my first half dozen strokes, moaning from her extreme discomfort at the largest thickest most solid object to ever move within her arse. She would have been embarrassed and possibly open to ridicule from the other two for taking on something that caused her so much discomfort. As it was, by the time Carol had talked Martin around and the two came back to our bedroom, Nicole had become accustomed to the size of my cock within her arse and was really humming along, gasping and sighing with the sensations that she could now enjoy too.
Once I could see that Nicole was much more comfortable with the movements of my solid cock within her arse, I moved one hand around to her pubis and used my fingers to diddle her clit to peak arousal. So it was that as my release became imminent, I used my fingers to bring Nicole to what sounded like an intense orgasm, timed so that as she crested from her peak, my cum blasted into her tight arse. We were both noisy in voicing our combined pleasures and we entertained our watching spouses with very satisfying joint climaxes.
"Wow!" was all Martin could say, he was gob-smacked that his pure and sweet and oh so innocent young wife had just participated in what was to him a dirty act.
Carol was much more supportive and even admiring of what Nicole and I had just achieved, "Hey, you guys really got into it, how was it? Nicole, I take back everything I might have thought about you. That took some guts, girl."
"Thanks Carol," was all Nicole could manage to say until her breathing returned to normal.
I held my position within Nicole's tight arse long after I had spurted my cum up into her rectum … until my cock began to deflate. Only then did I feel confident that I could pull out without causing this wonderful young woman any further discomfort to her tender and abused anus. She actually let out a long sigh as I pulled my cock from out of her anus and we both collapsed forward onto the bed, my body falling on top of her back.
Nicole and I were both oblivious to whatever might be going on around us, our eyes closed as my arms wrapped protectively around her and my body covered hers. I could hear some light chattering between my wife and Martin, then silence for a little while before the bed began to move almost rhythmically and I realised that Carol and Martin must be at it again, fornicating alongside us. Possibly they were inspired by our latest workout, in spite of Martin's feeble protests that he didn't approve of his wife participating in anal sex activity.
We did both fall sleep. I was dozing off so quickly that I never heard a climax to Carol and Martin's latest sexual encounter … maybe there wasn't one, who knows. By this time of the night, I was beyond caring what Carol and Martin might be doing. I had succeeded in enjoying some frantic and raunchy sex with the beautiful Nicole and when I woke about 2 or 3 am, I craved nothing else.
I found that I was spooned around Nicole's back, her body was bent, curled into me and my now floppy cock was tucked neatly against the pert, curvy arse that it had only recently ravaged. As we lay in my large Queen size bed, we were facing our respective spouses who both lay with their backs to us, spooned together in the same manner that Nicole and I were.
It was a weird feeling, looking across the large bed in the gloomy dark, the room lit only by moonlight streaming in the window. There was my wife and Nicole's husband, seemingly as snug and content as we were in the afterglow of sex. Would our marriages ever be the same again … did I want them to be? My past few hours with this beautiful young woman were the most mind boggling of my life to date, she was a warm -- no, she was hot -- agreeable and enthusiastic lover. Having overcome her initial hesitation, she was even experimental. What more could a man want?
But what would the future hold for us? It would be great if Carol and Martin had enjoyed this swapping experience as much as Nicole and I, and we four could do this once a month. But somehow, I hadn't seen the same carnal enthusiasm and enjoyment from the other pair so far tonight.
Nicole stirred awake too and she turned her head around to me, giving me that beaming warm smile of hers, then she kissed me deeply and lovingly with a degree of hot tongue activity. "How long have you been awake?" she asked.
"Not long, I was just lying here and enjoying the feel of your soft smooth skin against me … and I've been reflecting on what we did over the past few hours."
"Umm, that was quite something, wasn't it Peter?"
"Did you enjoy it, Nicole?"
She paused before answering. "If you are referring to everything we've done, then yes. I enjoy just having you close to me, even more so when that special part..." She paused and reached her hand back, squeezing it between our bodies to grasp my cock and fondle it, "…is deep inside me … even when you had it in my arse. I am still quite sore there, but I'm sure that I'll get over that. I don't know if I could do it every day, but I have to admit it was very exciting."
"Nicole, I had never done that with any woman before, I am so glad my first time was with you."
"Oh Peter, me too. In fact, that was one of the reasons that I decided to go ahead and let you do it. I feel so good about you, like I want to see more of you … I mean this way, in bed, somehow or other, I don't know how we can make it happen. But I felt so good about you that I wanted us to have something special between us, something sexual that linked us that I hadn't ever done with Martin … or with any other man. Peter, you will be the only man who will ever have my arse."
Oh my God, the way she was talking and the feel of her fingers fondling me and the warm soft smooth skin of her naked body pressed up against mine … quite obviously, my cock had grown back to its full erect size and I was ready and anxious for more.
Nicole detected my size too, "What do you want to do with this?"
"Put it inside you again, I want to make love to you some more," and I rolled her body over onto her back.
"Hold it, not just yet," she commanded as my fingers foraged along her pubic slit. She still held onto my hard cock, "This has been in my arse, you're going to have to clean it up before it goes back in my vagina."
"Yes, you're right," I agreed, willing to agree to anything while she fondled my cock and I was again so close to possessing her wonderful body. "Let's go and have a shower."
Nicole bent her head to look at the clock on the bedside table, "It's 3 o'clock, can't you wait until morning."
"No!" was my blunt reply, "I want you now."
"Oh that's so sweet … I mean so sweet that your need is that urgent. I want you too, Peter. Okay, let's go have a shower. But when we come out, can we go do it in the other bedroom, I feel uneasy with Martin and Carol alongside us."
"Sure, no worries!" As I have said, I would agree to anything at this moment with my cock hard again. But she was right, I didn't feel that I could fully let myself go with my wife and Nicole's husband watching and listening. Making love to a woman like Nicole required privacy and intimacy.
We eased out of bed, being careful not to wake our partners who continued to sleep. We went down the hall to the main bathroom rather than use the en suite so the sound of the shower didn't disturb the others. I was fearful that if Martin woke, he might decide that the night had gone on long enough and want to take Nicole home. After all, when our evenings were only dinner parties, they left by about 11.30 pm.
Nicole and I showered together with the hot water cascading down over our bodies. We used liberal amounts of soap and we each did each other. I soaped up two fingers and worked them around inside her tight cunt, then I had her bend over from the waist and I did the same inside her sore arse, being gentle as I worked my fingers around, cleaning the remains of me from her puckered entry.
I spent a considerable amount of time lathering up her pert and curvy breasts until it was her turn and she worked on my still erect cock until I had to stop her for fear she would have my cum going down the drain along with the soap suds. I was surprised when she told me to bend over and she stood behind me and soaped two of her fingers and eased them, one by one, in through my tight anal ring. Was there no end to the surprises from this woman?
When we were done and our bodies were squeaky clean again, I turned the water off and towelled her dry, then she did the same for me. We went to the guestroom and pulled the top sheet up over the wet spot that Carol and Martin had left behind from their earlier coupling in here before they joined us in the master bedroom.
The next hour was one of the most delightful of my life. Nicole and I lay in this smaller bed, exploring each other's bodies, inch by inch. Having satisfied our earlier urgent carnal cravings, we were content to move slowly with lots of kissing and touching. She came a couple of times when I decided to up the pace a little … once from my tongue and lips on her mons and clit and then finally from my cock inside her cunt when I found that I could no longer resist being back inside her lovely body.
After she came down from her second orgasm to find me still hard and locked deep inside her cunt, her eyes looked up at me invitingly, "Aren't you going to cum again, what's holding you back?"
"Yes I am, I want to so much."
"Well then do it now, I'm not going to stop you. In fact, I want it ... I need your release inside me."
"I'm afraid if I cum, that might be my last. I've already cum twice in you tonight, I don't know how many more times I've got in me. I just want it to last."
"Please don't hold back, Carol and Martin could come through that door any moment and say it's over, that's it. When both of them were trying to sell me on the idea of us all doing it this weekend, both of them said to me that it wouldn't be all night. So please Peter, let's live for the moment and you just let yourself go inside me. I'm here in bed with you, I want you so much and I don't care whether it's quick or long, just do me."
How could I resist a plea like that? I went for it, I moved into top gear and I drove my cock hard into Nicole's willing and pliant body. I dare say that she may have even been able to cum again, but this time was for me … she had told me so. I gave in to the sensual feel of her velvet glove -- the interior lining of her liquid cunt that sucked the cum up from my balls and sent it raging deep into her body in a powerful surging finish that left me exhausted and drained. We slept again, still joined when we drifted off, but separated by the time we woke.
I was the last to awake, sensing there was someone else in the room. I opened my eyes to see Carol and Martin, arms around each other, standing beside the bed, they were no longer naked.
TO BE CONTINUED
8 years ago#7
Chapter Six
"Martin wants to go home with Nicole now darling," said my Carol, wearing a housecoat. Martin was dressed back in the clothes he had worn to our house last night. "We've all got a lot to talk about, so we thought we might have a quick breakfast downstairs and then they can be on their way."
"Yes, sure thing, we'll be down soon," I answered for both Nicole and I, hoping that Carol and Martin would leave us for a final farewell in private. The spouses lingered there for a moment and I feared that they wanted to see us up and moving around to ensure that we did not lapse back into one final impulsive fuck. But then they turned and left the room and I was able to turn my face and my attention to the beautiful woman that my left arm was wrapped around.
I was on my back in the narrow bed, Nicole lay to my left side, her warm body half-straddling me, her left leg spread over across both my legs so that her pubic mound seemed to be in a position to hump my left hip. Her left arm lay draped across my body and when they left, it dropped down to take hold of my flaccid cock yet again.
"Any more left for me?"
Her fingers felt so good, despite how drained I felt after donating all of my special manly fluids to her through the night. "I wouldn't think so," I had to confess.
"Are you sure?" she teased and her fingers really went to town on me and she did start humping her pubic vee on my left hip. "Just one more quick one for Nicky?"
Oh, she had become an alluring temptress with a wanton appetite for sex … for goodness sake, why had she been so resistant when we first went to bed? Was this the real sexy and sensual Nicole who lurked under the surface of the sweet and demure and innocent devoted wife? Had Martin ever seen this side of her and would their marriage ever be the same again?
I could hear the sounds of Carol and Martin preparing breakfast in the kitchen, only two rooms away down the hallway. I could also feel Nicole's fingers arousing my cock from the depths of saturation.
"Come on Peter, there's something there, I can feel it growing, we've got something to work with." She moved her body like a snake, sliding over mine and raising herself up to sit on me, her arse perching across the tops of my thighs, her legs spread so that she could work on stiffening my cock between her thighs. Her fingers on one hand were arousing my cock enough to get it inside her … and her fingers on her other hand were kept busy playing within the moist slit of her pubis.
"Honey, I don't think I can, we really should respect the others and give it a miss now." I was trying to reason with her, but I was only half hearted about quitting because my cock was telling me there might be time for one last wild ride inside this wonderful woman.
"Shut up and just do it," she was abrupt and almost desperate, taking charge and commanding me, I was glimpsing yet another totally different side to Nicole.
To my utter amazement, her fingers had roused the life and stiffness in me … well, in my cock at least - it now stood proud and straight up from my prone body. She lifted her body up above mine, shifting forward to position her best parts above my vertical rod … her fingers parting her labia. Then I felt the heat of her body surrounding my cock as the entrance to her cunt folded down over my hard cock-head, enveloping it within its tight warmth.
"Oh Jesus, that feels beautiful," I enthused.
"Don't blaspheme … don't use religious names like that," she was reminding me of her strict Catholic upbringing that was still ingrained in her. She may have been offended by my irreligious words, but on the other hand, she was encouraged by my re-born hard-on. "Oh yes Peter, you just don't stop, do you? I love the way it's grown big again. Are you going to do me again? Please Peter?"
"From where I'm lying, I'd say you're the boss this time … go for it honey."
She did, Nicole closed her eyes and let the weight of her body slide down over my rampant erection, her warm cunt slipping down snugly over my stiff cock until all of me was tucked tightly inside her body. Then she re-opened her eyes and watched me closely as she forced her body to lift up from my vertical shaft until once more only my tip remained inside her … pausing for just a moment only to plunge her body back down until I was chock-a-block full inside her again.
I couldn't believe the change in Nicole from the timid, whatever-will-my-mum-think young wife … a few hours ago she reluctantly agreed to have sex with another man but now she was the raging sexpot who rode upon my erect cock eagerly. Could my stamina hold out for me to cum once more? In the space of 12 hours, I had three times launched copious amounts of my cum into Nicole's tightest orifices. Forget all about the second coming, we were looking at four here.
Very quickly, we had progressed to that heavy breathing mode, each of us was experiencing the excitement of the passion and emotion rising within our bodies. Nicole was working the sensitive pubic region parts of her body around on top of my shaft, managing to tuck those parts into the best angles against my cock to draw out the greatest degree of pleasure for herself. I didn't begrudge her doing this, she seemed to have newly discovered an enthusiasm for this illicit sex of ours. Having spent my load three times already, it was going to take me a while to cum in spite of how good it was feeling, but Nicole was building rapidly toward another orgasm.
I lay back and looked up adoringly at her, watching her face … it revealed to me how good every little twist and push and thrust made her feel. Martin had never disclosed to me how experienced or inept his wife might be at sex, I had simply drawn a conclusion from our discussions over time that she was naive in the ways of love. But watching her now as her whole body peaked toward a shuddering climax, this was definitely not a sexually naive young woman as she closed her eyes again to absorb the full force of her orgasm.
I was lying back allowing Nicole to do all the work, letting her bounce her body -- and its tight cunt -- up and down upon me. I watched the whole scene unfold, seeing the onset of her orgasm through her eyes and facial expressions. Then it hit for sure and now my entertainment was not just from watching her cum. No indeed, through the tight hold her cunt had, wrapping my cock within its wet velvet walls, I felt her body within throbbing and pulsing against my own shaft. I was almost as delirious with pleasure as Nicole obviously was, her beautiful body spasming around my hard-on.
A male voice from the doorway intruded in our intimate moment, breaking into the sensual mood, "Oh shit, you're not at it again … you were right, Carol." Martin yelled loud enough for my wife to hear him somewhere outside, "They're at it again, fucking like rabbits … the two of them can't get enough of it."
Martin's intrusion into this intimate moment between Nicole and I was a huge distraction to me and I couldn't see how having her husband yelling from the doorway wouldn't throw Nicole off her game. But incredibly, she never missed a beat as her cunt throbbed and pulsed tightly around my hard cock. Only when she began to come down from her ecstatic release did she turn her head toward him and yell, "Shut up and get out of the room, Martin!"
"That's a great way to treat your loving husband," Martin fired back in a venomous tone, "Get up and get dressed, we're going home."
I brought my hands up to grasp her arms just below the shoulders, attempting to stop her body from continuing her up-and-down moves on my erect shaft. "Come on honey, don't make him any more madder, we may have pushed this too far already."
But Nicole shook her body free of my hands, "Don't stop now!" she screamed at me, her body maintaining its energetic rhythm. "He's not going to tell me what I can and can't do."
Again, I tried to reason with her, even while she maintained her up and down motions on my cock, barely missing a beat. "He is your husband and what we are now doing is usually called adultery in divorce proceedings." How rational was I, telling her this while she slid her tight cunt up and down on my cock.
"Shut up and forget him for now. For the moment, it's just us … and I want you to cum in me one more time."
Wow, this was not looking good for my wish for this to become a regular event on our calendar. I was torn between how good her body had felt all night and how wonderful it would be to cum inside her a fourth time on the one side … and salvaging some remnants of a friendship with her husband on the other.
“Nicole, I don't know if I can now, he's put me off my game. Well, not just him, I was always going to struggle to produce any more cum."
"Damn it Peter, you can do it … come on, give it to me." This young woman was so determined, how could I deny her? I began thrusting my cock upward on every downstroke of hers, pushing my hard-on to the limit within her. It started feeling better … I tell you what though, it started feeling like I just might cum … providing Martin didn't come back into the room.
Having maintained the pace and the rhythm, Nicole was soon on her way to a second release … well, the second of this current episode anyway. Goodness knows how many times she had come since I licked her cunt under the dining room table so many hours ago. This time, not only could I see and feel her orgasm approaching, but I could hear it in her loud panting and gasping and moaning. Oh hell Nicole, not too loud … we were likely to attract Martin back in here and maybe Carol too.
I raised my hands to cup each breast, trying to distract her loud wailing, but this just made it worse. She seemed to like my hands on her breasts so much that she panted and moaned louder. And my fingers on her nipples brought her on even quicker, sending her body pulsing and throbbing over me again. If the so tight spasming of the walls of her cunt around my hard cock couldn't persuade my balls to send my cum through the tubes of my cock in a hurry, nothing would.
As Nicole came down the other side of her latest peak, she sensed that I might be near. It was probably my heavy breathing that gave me away … or maybe just my nearly incoherent rambling's, "Oh fuck me Nicole, you are amazing!"
She was soon exhorting me to cum, "Come up inside me Peter … you can do it … let it go … oh, cum in me!"
I could feel the trigger pulled inside my taut testicles, shooting little bullets of cum up my shaft until it exploded out through my tip and crashed into her uterus. I wasn't sure if her panting and pulsing signalled a new and third orgasm for her, or was it just a continuation of what had gone on in her body over the past few minutes.
I don't know where I managed to get more cum from, but it seemed to be enough and it satisfied my lovely Nicole, who slumped down over my own tired body to enjoy the dying remnants of her multiple orgasms. Mumbling "Oh yes, I knew you could," she raised her voice, trying to reach her husband with it, "See Martin, I knew I could get him to cum again."
I turned toward the doorway, attempting to see if Martin was in earshot. He was, standing there watching our lovemaking with a forlorn expression, a comforting arm around his shoulder from my wife. She did not look anywhere near forlorn, she had a slight smile and looked almost like she was proud of me for coming four times inside our friend.
Our audience left the doorway, leaving Nicole and I locked in each other's arms for some time … not as long as either of us wanted, but time enough to savour what had just occurred. We were both completely satisfied in lust.
I had to persuade Nicole to get up off my body, I am sure she would have lain there all day. She went off to have another shower, this time alone. She came out and began to search the house for her clothes. I stopped her momentarily to give her a deep and meaningful kiss and then I went off to have my shower.
By the time that I emerged, clean but only slightly refreshed, the bedrooms were empty. I found my wife sitting at the kitchen table, "Where are Nicole and Martin?" I enquired, quite innocently I guess, unaware of what ructions Nicole and I may have caused by pushing for one final torrid session of sex.
"They've gone, Peter … Martin dragged her out of the house as soon as she found her clothes."
"Will she be alright? Maybe you should have stopped him."
"I doubt that anyone could have stopped him, Peter. I have to say, he was really fired up. It may be just as well you were in the shower."
"Why didn't you give him one more fuck Carol, just to quieten him down."
"You don't get it, do you Peter? We were onto a good thing, the two of us, with a new bed partner for each to play with once a month. But you swept Nicple off her feet. God, when she came out here while you were still in the shower, she was glowing, radiating her feeling as to how good you were as a lover. ... Imagine what that did to Martin, after he watched you two doing it. He has developed an inferiority complex. And he is right. He is no match to you."
"But Nicole will always remain his, no matter how well I fuck her," I told my wife.
"You think with your cock and you act with your cock. Darling, it's a super cock, but that is what has made Martin feel vulnerable."
Only now did it become apparent to me … I mean the seriousness of what my lusty fucking had done. I had possibly driven a knife through Nicole and Martin's union. While I did not believe it would be quite as serious for Carol and I - we were more mature and worldly - I had nevertheless weakened my own marriage.
"What should I do, Carol. Should I call Martin or even go over and see him."
"Oh God no, stay out of his way for a while. I don't know how it's going to be for you at work tomorrow … could be a bit frosty."
Carol was right, it was! Martin avoided me all day. He really wouldn't have liked to know that his wife called me about lunchtime. "Are you okay, Peter?"
"Yes I'm fine Nicole, how about you?"
"I'm okay, Martin is really pissed off. I haven't seen him quite this angry, it's going to take a while for him to forgive me."
"Do you think he will?"
"I really don't know, Peter."
"Listen Nicole, you and I better cool it for a few weeks until he simmers down, no phone calls, nothing."
"Oh no, I have to be able to phone you. Oh Peter, I'm missing you already."
This was not good. It was looking like Carol was correct, I had been thinking with my cock as I had been stroking it into her through that long and wonderful night. I told her I had an important interstate call coming in and hung up quickly.
The next morning - Tuesday - she called again. "Peter, I have to see you, it's urgent."
"Nicole, I told you that we have to cool it for a while."
"Peter I can't … my body is craving you, I want you inside me now. Peter, do you know that I am lying here on my bed, completely naked, waiting for you."
"For God's sake, I can't!" I couldn't believe this supposedly innocent young woman was attempting to involve me in phone sex.
"When can you come over? It has to be this week?"
"Didn't you hear me, I can't!"
This conversation went back and forth for several minutes. I won't go into the ridiculous dialogue that followed. Nicole just didn't seem to understand that we would be breaking the rules of wife swapping if we were to meet separately in a clandestine manner. The rules of wife-swapping … are there rules? Yes there are!
I am embarrassed to admit this, but I guess that I have to be honest and tell you that when I hung up, I buzzed my secretary to clear a spot in my appointments for several hours on Thursday afternoon. Looks like I may never learn.