Wife Wife Swap

[rangeela]

ALL CREDIT TO ORIGINAL WRITER

Chapter I


My wife and I have been married eleven years and while we have a good marriage, the bedroom activities have lessened over time to a point where it is either just a superfluous act, or one of us got tipsy and took advantage of the other in a moment of weakness.

Sitting at the coffee table one day a few weeks back, I looked over at Danny, which was short for Daniela- name she hated and asked her what would really make her happy.

“Oh you know,” she said flicking her long brown hair back over her shoulder. “Be imaginative. You know what I like.”

The trouble was I really didn’t know what she liked. That afternoon, I ran my morning conversation by Bob, our next door neighbor of about eight years, whole we were playing golf.

“Sounds like the exact same conversation Betty and I had about a week back,” he said.


“How did you answer?” I asked.


“I bought her a new dildo and she promptly tossed in in the drawer with the other six she already has,” Bob replied. I shook my head in disbelief. Betty was a strikingly beautiful woman, in her mid-thirties and I just couldn’t imagine her using a dildo.

Bob laughed and jokingly remarked, “Maybe we should swap wives.”


The thought of nailing Betty was a fanciful thought for me. I had already seen in her just about everything she had, from skinny jeans, to her cut-off shorts, to her tight little spandex work out attire and her way too small string bikini.

“Betty wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me,” I half-heartedly replied, trying to not show any interest in Bob’s wistful comment.


“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t think Danny even knows I live next door,” Bob replied.


“I don’t know,” I jokingly replied, “You keep prancing around in that speedo and I don’t know if I can control her.”

Bob laughed. The wife swap idea intrigued me, but I didn’t know how to make it happen. I knew it would probably just the right thing to break up the monotony of things in the bedroom. I decided to test the waters.

I suggested to Danny that we have a cookout on Friday night, by the pool. At first, she was not into a cookout. We had done that a thousand times.

“What if I told you that I knew someone, someone we both knew, that liked you a lot and wanted to have sex with you?” I asked.

“Yeah right,” Danny responded with a touch a sarcasm.


“No, I’m serious,” I responded.


“You mean you’d be OK with me having sex with someone else besides yourself?” Danny asked.


“As long as I know who it is and approved,” I responded.


“I am not a swinger,” Danny quickly responded.


“Neither am I,” I replied. “I’m just grasping for straws, something to spice things up a bit.”


Danny didn’t say anything in response. I figured the subject matter was dead until several hours later, as we were working together in the backyard cleaning out flower beds, she asked. “So who wants to have sex with me?”


Her question caught me off guard.


“Are you saying you’d be willing to do it?” I asked.


“I don’t know,” Danny replied. “It is a guy, right?”


“Yes,” I replied, looking over at Danny.


Danny continued to use her hand-held spade without looking up.


“And what about you?” Danny asked. “Where do you fit in all this?”


I explained to Danny that my feelings for her were deep and strong and that I was not looking to do anything outside of our marriage, unless she agreed to it and was willing to participate. Danny said that she felt the same way and that she was willing to do whatever it took to insure we both remained happy and that we always stayed together.


I sat back and looked at Danny. She was sexy and smart.


I told Danny I wasn’t sure if the person I had in mind, and his wife, would even agree to do anything with either of us. Danny sat with her legs extended and her hands behind her back. Her hair was pinned back, but a loose lock managed to find a way to dangle down in front of her angelic face.


“It’s Bob and Betty, isn’t it?” Danny surmised.


“Why would you think it is Bob and Betty?” I asked.


“On come on,” Danny replied. “You and Bob are tight and I already know you have a liking for Betty.”


I denied having any attraction to Betty, but Danny was not going to be fooled.


“She is cute, sexy and who wouldn’t want to be with her?” Danny shot back.


“OK,” I acquiesced, “She is cute and sexy. I will give you that.”


“So who initiated this conversation?” Danny asked.


“I don’t remember,” I replied. “Bob was expressing his frustration about their lack of sex and I told him we had the same issue and the next thing I know, he mentioned that he wouldn’t kick you out of bed, or something like that.”


Danny raised her eyebrows and chuckled.


“The man is blind,” Danny remarked.


“No,” I replied, “You’re a good looking woman and Bob isn’t blind.”


Danny had dirt on her knees and elbows and a smudge mark on her right cheek. Even though she was dirty and sweaty, she still had a unique charm and sex appeal that was undeniably strong.


Danny rolled her eyes.


“Why don’t we just clean up and then go out for a bite to eat?” Danny asked. About that time, I heard Bob and Betty’s car pull in to their driveway next door.


Betty said she was going to go take a shower. I told her I would finish up the plantings and put away the tools.


Betty disappeared into the house. I hollered over the fence at Bob. Betty answered, “He’s in the house.”


I stood up and peered over my backyard fence. Betty was busy getting groceries out of the back of their SUV. She had a lovely short and sexy sundress. As she bent over, I could very easily see everything she had and then some as she leaned into the back portion of the SUV.

“Do you need a hand?” I asked.


Betty looked my way, still bent at the waist and said, “Sure.”


I stepped through the gate to my fence and apologized for my unkempt appearance.


“We were replanting the flower garden,” I said as I stepped over to where Betty was still pulling groceries to the edge of the back part of the SUV.


“I wish Bob would replant my garden,” Betty remarked, handing me a bag full of groceries.


She grabbed another bag and I followed her through the garage, into the kitchen. As we entered the kitchen, Bob emerged from his study.


“Hey,” Bob called out to announce his presence.


“Hey,” I replied, setting the grocery bag on the counter. Betty disappeared back out to the SUV as I hung back to talk with Bob. Bob took note of my prolonged stare as Betty disappeared through the washer-dryer room and into the garage.


“You should go for it,” Bob remarked.


“I don’t know,” I replied.


I stepped into the garage and as I passed Betty, our eyes locked on to each other for a brief moment. I offered to take the groceries from her hands.

“I’ve got it,” Betty replied, stepping past me. I grabbed some more bags from the back of the SUV and as I headed back in towards the kitchen, I could see Bob whispering something to Betty. About that time, the phone rang and Bob answered it.

“Hello,” Bob spoke into the receiver. A short silence followed and then Bob extended his hand towards myself, receiver in hand. He looked at me and said, “It’s Danny.”

Bob handed the phone receiver to me.


“You stay over there and send Bob over here,” Danny said.


“Are you sure?” I asked.


“Yes,” Danny responded. I handed the receiver back to Bob and hung up the phone. Betty had disappeared back to the garage.


“Danny wants you to come over,” I told Bob. “Danny said to tell you to look for her in the shower.”


Bob quickly disappeared out the front door of his house, leaving me alone with Betty. Betty stepped back into the kitchen with a bag in each hand.


“Where’s Bob?” Danny asked.


“He got an emergency call and said to tell you he’d be back in a few hours,” I said.


Betty sat the grocery bags on the counter.


“I’ll close the garage door on my way out,” I remarked.


“Would you mind hanging around for a bit?” Betty replied, taking out several items from one of the plastic bags. “A few hours for Bob is like four or five and I’m bored. Would you like to share a drink?”


“Sure,” I replied.


Betty stuffed the frozen goods into the freezer compartment of her refrigerator and bent over to re-arrange a few items. Once again, I had a very clear view of her posterior, as she flashed her cute ass in my direction. I was pretty sure she knew that she was giving me quite a show, but I didn’t want to let on.


She tuned and caught me staring, but didn’t say anything. Betty grabbed a two step ladder from beside the refrigerator and opened it up. She opened a pantry door and placed the ladder in front of the pantry.


“Would you do me a favor and please hand me some of those can goods?” Betty asked. I grabbed a can in each hand and stepped up behind where Betty stood, two steps up on the step ladder. Her sweet ass, was right at eye level to me. She turned and took each can from me, proffering a soft, “Thanks.”


I was so close that I could smell her sweet perfume. I could also tell she was slightly aroused. It was now or never. I was rock hard.


I slipped my hand on to the back of Betty’s thigh and squeezed.


“I love your legs,” I remarked, squeezing the back of her upper leg.


“Thanks,” Betty responded. She continued to nervously shuffle the can goods around in the pantry.


“You know. . . you have a very cute ass,” I said.


“Thanks,” Betty responded, before commiserating, “Too bad Bob doesn’t recognize it.”


“Fuck Bob,” I replied.


Betty turned around, pulled up her skirt, and then with one quick move, her hand lifted her skirt up and over my head.


“If you see anything there that you like,” Betty remarked, “It’s all yours.”


I placed both my hands on Betty’s ass and squeezed. She stepped off the ladder and silently slid down the front of my body, raking her fingers across my shoulders, my chest and then down to the waist band of my blue jeans.


“Are we having a party in here?” Betty asked, pressing her hand against my manhood.


“Yes,” I whispered, “Would you like to join the party?”


Betty dropped to her knees. She quickly unfastened my jeans and lowered the zipper. She pulled and my underwear down in one swift motion. My eight and a half inch, cut cock spilled out.


“Oh yeah!” Betty exclaimed. “I love it!”


She took my steel rod and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, pulling me in closer to where she knelt in front of me. She circled the tip end of my cock with her tongue and then licked the backside of it. My knees shivered. She slipped my cock into her warm and moist mouth, looking up at me for approval. I wiggled my knees back and forth, my trousers and underwear falling to my ankles. I managed to kick off my shoes and step from my clothes, even as Betty worked my cock back and forth in her mouth.


Betty has dishwater blonde hair and I held it behind her head she worked my cock in and out of her mouth.


I pulled her up to a standing position. I leaned down, since she was shorter than myself and planted a light kiss on her right cheek.


“You missed,” Betty teasingly replied.


I kissed her left cheek and she chuckled.


“You’re funny,” Betty remarked, grabbing my face between her hands. She pressed her soft lips to mine. It was as if I had been struck by lightning. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated, our tongues flickering back and forth like the tongues of a fire. I helped Betty out of her sundress. She had the body of a goddess. She had one nipple piecing, which I found intriguing.


“I plan on getting them both done,” she remarked.


Betty hopped on to the kitchen counter and spread her legs. She was completely shaven. I slipped a finger into her moist pussy. She smiled as I worked my finger back and forth, gently pressing against her clit.


“That feel soooo good,” Betty remarked.


“I gotta have a picture,” I said.


“I don’t photograph very well,” Betty replied.


“Just a couple,” I begged.


Betty acquiesced. I grabbed my cell phone and quickly snapped a few photos.


“Play with yourself,” I said.


Betty chuckled.


“I’d rather you do it,” she said, hopping off the kitchen counter.


Betty took my hand in hers and led me down the hallway to the master bedroom. I laid on the bed, completely nude.


“I love it,” Betty whispered, straddling my six foot four inch frame. Her knees were astraddle my hips, her enlarged pussy lips hanging over my cock. She lowered herself on to me and slid her pussy across my cock, her hands pressing down on my chest, her long blonde hair hanging down in my face. She reached between her legs and slid my cock into the confines of her pussy. I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping my cock. Betty flipped her hair back over her bare shoulder. She bit down on her lower lip. She had a look of determination. As she settled down onto my cock, her hand coiled into fists. Her face went from being a deep crimson to an ashen white as she rocked back and forth on top of me.

“Oh my God!!” Betty exclaimed, as the first of several orgasms, rocked through her gorgeous body. Her arms stiffened and her entire body trembled. Suddenly, she collapsed on top of me, her head coming to rest on my left shoulder. She was shaking uncontrollably and I could feel a rush of fluids escaping from her pussy. I flipped Betty on to her back and pushed my steel rod deep into her flooded pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, in a vice-like grip, and dug her finger nails into my back, as I rocked back and forth, my cock going in and out of her pussy.


“Oh Fuck!” Betty exclaimed. “Fuck me! Harder! Harder dammit!"


I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load deep into her womanhood. Betty shook and shook, as spurt after spurt of my manhood filled her pussy. I pressed my lips onto hers and she opened her mouth to welcome my tongue.


I was grunting with each thrust of my hips and Betty matched me, grunt for grunt. Danny was never vocal during our love-making and hearing Betty’s very vocal expressions only made the experience that much more enjoyable. I gave Betty everything I had and then some. I was spent. I rolled off of her and back on to my back. Betty, however, wasn’t done. She immediately slipped down to my cock and resumed playing with it. First, she cupped and massaged my balls, then, she slipped my semi-erect cock into her mouth. I was amazed to see it respond to her touches.


Within minutes, Betty had remounted me and we were at it all over again. While I wasn’t able to spit out any more cum, I was, to my surprise, able to keep an erection and bring Betty to several more orgasms.


I lost track of time, as did Betty. In fact, we both passed out wrapped in each other’s arms.


I woke up and it was dark outside. Betty was curled up next to me, one leg draped over mine, her head resting in the nape of my bare shoulder. I gently pulled her long hair back and kissed her forehead. Betty smiled.

“I wonder,” she said softly, “How Bob and Danny are doing.”


Betty’s question caught me off guard. Without even thinking, I replied.


“They’re probably fucking each other’s brains out.”


No sooner had I spoken the words, than did I realize I had just confirmed the wife swap.


“Does it bother you?” I asked Betty.


“Does it bother you?” Betty responded.


“Not in the least,” I replied.

“Me neither,” Betty replied. “I always fantasized what it would be like to experience you and now, I know.”

I gently kissed Betty’s forehead again. She turned and reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her cell phone. There were four unanswered calls from Bob. Betty hit redial and I listened as the phone rang.

“Where have you been?” Bob asked.


“Right here, next door,” Betty responded.


“Are you OK?” Bob asked.


“Oh yeah. . .” Betty responded, “How about you?”


“I am great,” Bob responded.


“When are you coming back?” Betty asked.


“When do you want me back?” Bob shot back.


Betty looked over at me. It was as if she was asking for permission.


“See you tomorrow,” Betty replied.


“Tomorrow,” Bob repeated.


Betty hit the end call button and looked at me.


I didn’t know what to say.


“What?” I asked.


“Do you want to fuck?” Betty asked, biting down on her lower lip. Before I could respond, Betty dove under the sheets that covered the two of us and that was the last thing I remembered.


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[rangeela]

Chapter II


Danny, short for Daniela, and I had been married about eleven years and, while we are happily married, things in the bedroom have slowed tremendously over the years. So, in search of something to spice things up, I pressed Danny to try something new.


Danny was extremely hesitant. I told her that opening ourselves up to new sexual adventures would help add a new dimension to our marriage. I reassured her, it would not change my feelings for her and that I fully trusted her. I had eyes on Betty, our neighbor, but I didn’t dare tell Danny.

One day, by pure happenstance, Betty’s husband, Bob told me he thought Danny was extremely hot. I thought Bob’s remark was a perfect compliment on her great looks and obvious sexiness. It also opened up a conversation as to the possibilities of a temporary wife swap.

Bob said that Betty liked me - and in more than a neighborly manner. I was surprised by his candor.


So, as luck would have it, Betty and I managed to hook up and so did my wife and Bob. Everything was consensual.

Danny didn’t say anything about her hook up with Bob and I certainly didn’t say anything about my experience with Betty. A few days after our wife swap, Danny and I had one of the most intense love-making sessions since we'd met.

As we lay naked afterwards, Danny asked, “What if we had an orgy?”


Her question totally caught me off guard.


“An orgy?” I had to be sure I'd heard Danny right.


“You sound surprised,” Danny quipped. I had to admit the thought of an orgy was intriguing but not one I had ever really considered a true possibility. I was pretty much a private person when it came to sex.

Danny pressed on. “So would you?”


I was hesitant. I wondered what type of sexual monster I may have unleashed. Danny turned on her side, brushed her hair back over shoulder and smiled. We had just had an intense love-making session and now she was pressing me about an orgy.

“Do you think,” Danny began, looking at me and again flicking her hair over her shoulder, “you could handle Betty and me at the same time?”


“What about you and Bob?” I shot back. “Could you handle doing a blow job while getting pounded?”

“I can handle anything,” Danny replied.

I don’t know if it was the way Danny presented herself or what but, suddenly, any reservations I may have had, faded away as I thought through the process of what an orgy might entail.

That afternoon, sitting on the pool deck, I marveled at how charmingly beautiful Danny was, with her blonde hair lazily settling over her soft shoulders. She was wearing her micro bikini- a present I had given her for a Caribbean Cruise several months earlier. It left nothing to the imagination.

Our backyard faced a wooded area next to a golf course and we shared a six foot high privacy fence with neighbors on both sides. As long as we stayed on the patio, we were pretty much shielded from our neighbor’s viewpoints, not that we really cared one way or another. Our back yard was our backyard and we felt like whatever we did in there was our business and no one else’s business.

Danny looked at her phone. Although I was self-absorbed in the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I heard her say, “Come on over.”

I looked at Danny. She leaned forward and unfastened the top of her micro bikini, which barely covered her cleavage. She slipped it off and casually draped it over the arm of the chase lounge. Her nipples were erect, perched on the top of her small but firm breasts. I could tell she was in a playful mood.

A few moments later, Betty sauntered through our backyard gate, barefoot, sporting blue cut-off jean shorts and a bikini top. She carried a towel in one hand, a beer in the other.

“Hey,” Betty called out as she approached.


“Grab a chair,” Danny said, pulling her ear buds from her ears.


Betty spread out her towel on one of the patio chase lounges and I watched as she wiggled out of her shorts and readjusted her bikini bottoms. She settled, taking a swig from her beer.

Almost simultaneously, my manhood stood at attention. There was no way I could hide the growing bulge in my swimming trunks.“Where's Bob?” I inquired.

Betty said that Bob had to go out of town for the weekend on a business trip. As she spoke, she brushed her hair back over her shoulders. I saw her glance at Danny’s exposed boobs.

“Girl,” Danny remarked, looking at Betty, “we’re all good... if you want to take your top off, it won’t bother either of us.”

“Are you sure?”


“Hell,” Danny replied, “you can go commando for all I care.”


Betty glanced in my direction, as if she were looking for some type of response or approval from me.


“It’s not like I haven’t already seen it all,” I remarked.


Betty leaned forward, untied her bikini top and slipped it off. Betty was well endowed with boobs larger than Danny’s.

“You have great looking boobies,” Danny remarked.


“You, too,” Betty replied.


Danny said she thought her boobs were a bit on the small size and that she wished she had bigger tits.

“But they serve their purpose well,” Betty chimed in. Danny smiled.


“Yes, they do!” Danny said, pinching her nipples.


“Can I feel them?”


“Come on,” Danny replied, “they love to be touched.”


Betty swung her legs over the side of the chase lounge and knelt beside Danny. She reached out and put a hand on Danny’s left boob and gently massaged it. “Oh wow,” Betty exclaimed. “You’re all natural.”

I could tell that Danny was getting turned on as Betty massaged her breasts. Danny closed her eyes and spread her legs on either side of the chase lounge.

“Oh yeah,” Danny whispered, “I love that.”


“Can I suck on it?” Betty asked.


“Sure,” Danny responded, her eyes still closed.


Betty leaned forward and lightly circled Danny’s nipple with her tongue before claiming her lips around it and sucking. I couldn’t contain myself. I slipped off my shorts and I gently stroked my cock, watching Betty as she sucked. Betty put a hand onto Danny’s bare shoulder, pulling herself in closer.

Danny kept her eyes closed, as Betty planted soft kisses on her chest and then her neck. Betty then pressed her lips to Danny’s lips. My wife opened her mouth and I watched as she welcomed Betty’s advances. As Danny pressed herself against Betty, I slipped from my chair and stripped Betty of her micro-bikini bottoms. She was horny as hell, the sweet-musty aroma of sex filling my nostrils.

I stood beside Betty, my cock at face level. She looked over at my cut phallus and took it in her hand. She kissed the tip of my manhood and then offered it to Danny. Danny slipped her luscious lips over the end of my cock as Betty held it in place and cupped my balls. They took turns sucking on my cock, until I begged for relief.

“Just cum,” Danny said as Betty sucked on my cock. “Give it to her.”


Betty removed my cock from her mouth and looked at Danny. “Can I?” Betty asked.


“Go for it,” Danny replied. She looked at me and told me to lie down.


I put the seatback portion of the chase lounge into the full recline position and settled lay back, my elongated and fully-erect cock arching up towards my lower abdomen. I was expecting a great finish to the blow job but Betty straddled the chase lounge on which I was positioned. Lust sparkled in her eyes and she bit down on her lower lip, hovering over me. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it around the outside parts of her moist pussy.

“Do you want it?” Betty teased.


“Yes,” I replied, trying to not sound desperate.


Betty lowered on to my throbbing, steel rod. I felt the warmth of her pussy as she inched my stick into her tight pussy. She leaned forward, grasping the arm rests on the chase lounge.

Danny was not going to be left out. She straddled the top part of the chase lounge. I looked up at her bald pussy, the lips of which were enlarged and flushed a light pink color. I used my fingers to part them and gently rubbed her clitoris.

“Oh my gawd,” Danny exclaimed as I worked my fingers feverishly across her clitoris. She reached out and grabbed Betty’s face, pulling her in close. Their lips met in a fiery crush, as they thrust their tongues deep into each other.

Betty tossed her head back and pushed her hands on to my chest as Danny held on to her shoulders.

“Oh my,” Betty exclaimed, her arms stiff and hands pressing on my chest. The walls of her pussy clamped down on my cock and she bowed her head and trembled. I felt a flood washing over my lap as Betty shook and trembled, a cataclysmic orgasm overtaking her. She dropped down onto my chest.

After a few moments of shaking and trembling, Betty rolled off of and on to the coolness of the wooden pool deck. In the sunlight, my cock glistened with the juices from Betty’s pussy.

Danny didn’t miss a beat. She quickly assumed the position that Betty had vacated and stuffed my erect cock into her dripping wet pussy. She ground her hips in a circular fashion, my cock buried deep inside, her hands now pressing down on my chest. Within seconds, she too was cumming, her body tensing as she flooded my lap. I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her waist and held her in place as I shot my load deep into her.

“I can feel you cumming,” Danny exclaimed. “Ohh... my... gawd.”


Naked Betty was sprawled on the pool deck. Danny slipped off my hot rod and proceeded to go down on a very surprised Betty. I watched as they took turns exploring their bodies, bringing each other to massive orgasms. I couldn’t believe how into each other they seemed.

Finally, tired and spent, they both rested on their backs, looking up at the cloudless sky.


The three of us spent that night together, doing unspeakable things to each other until the wee hours of the morning. Betty asked that we not say anything to her husband, explaining that he would hate to have missed such things. I assured Betty I wouldn’t say anything.

Danny, however, said, “Oh hell no... I need that big dick of his one more time.”


As soon as she'd spat out the words, she looked at me to judge my reaction.


“No problem with me,” I replied. “The more the merrier."


Danny looked at Betty and smiled.


“Should we tell him?” Betty asked. Danny shook her head.


“Tell me what?” I asked and pressed Danny for an explanation. I didn’t like surprises.


Danny looked at me. “Be patient," she said with a coy smile. "You’ll find out... don’t worry.”


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[rangeela]

Chapter III



Danny woke up in a frisky mood. We had been married eleven years and I knew instinctively when she had sex on her mind. All she had to do was softly moan and I knew what she wanted and needed without even looking in her direction.

Danny was addicted to sex, or so it seemed the first few years of our marriage. But, as familiarity set in and perhaps, too, a bit of convenience, our sexual activities declined. So it was with a great deal of love and a lot of apprehension that we decided to spice things up. We set boundaries and agreed that anything done outside the boundaries of our marriage necessitated a discussion and agreement beforehand.

Our first foray into the world of exploration led us to share our sexual desires with Bob and Betty, our next door neighbors. I liked Betty a lot. She was every bit as cute as Danny. Betty was a perfect match for me and her husband, Bob had a strong liking for Danny.

The wife swap thing was a boost to my sexual prowess and, as I would soon learn, for Danny's as well.

Danny and I had several great love-making sessions and it seemed we were back to our old ways of doing it almost every day, sometimes several times a day when we could get away on weekends. I wondered how long I could maintain such a pace. I decided to start working out, going for runs at the local high school every morning.

Betty was at our house almost every morning, stopping by to chat with Danny and myself. Often, I’d head off to work, leaving the two of them chatting at the dining room table. I often wondered what they did all day. The thought of knowing they might be doing anything more than chatting was intriguing.

And so it was, one day, not too many days back, I decided to sneak home in the middle of the work day, just to see what was going on. I really didn’t expect to find anything untoward, but secretly hoped I’d walk in on a love-making session.

I parked down the street and walked into my backyard through an unlocked gate. I stealthily slid open the sliding glass door to the living room and stepped inside.

“Anyone here?” I asked.

My question was met with silence.


I headed down the hallway, peering into the guest room and guest bathrooms. Nothing. I checked the kitchen, the laundry room and, finally, the garage. Nothing. I went upstairs and checked the master bedroom, the master bath and the two adjoining bedrooms. Nothing. I was home alone.

I laid down on the bed in the master bedroom and closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but the giggling woke me up.

Almost immediately, I recognized Danny’s voice as she said, “Behave!”


This was followed by more giggles and then silence, followed by more giggles. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, as the voices drew closer to the bedroom.

I heard Danny remark, “Oh shoot!” as she entered the bedroom. She quickly backed out and whispered, “We have company.”

I could hear a hushed conversation in the hallway but couldn’t make out what was being said. A few seconds later, Danny stealthily entered the bedroom.

“I know you’re awake,” she remarked. “What are you doing home so early?”


I couldn’t help but crack a smile as I pretended that she had woken me.


“You’re not fooling anyone,” Danny remarked. “I know you.”


“I took the afternoon off,” I replied, propping myself up on my elbows. Danny sat on the side of the bed. She leaned over and put her arm across my lap, her elbow resting on my crotch and her hand on my chest.

“Are you feeling frisky?” she asked.


I could tell by the intonation of her question that she was in a special mood.


“But you have company,” I replied.


“It doesn’t matter." Danny leaned forward and our lips met in a deep and passionate kiss. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and I could tell she wanted to play.

Danny unbuttoned several buttons on my shirt and gently teased my chest with her long finger nails. Suddenly, without any warning, she pushed me back on the bed and tore at my shirt, the buttons flying off of it.

“That’s a good shirt,” I remarked.


Danny didn’t care. I could tell by the look in her eyes and the way she bit down on her lower lip that she was on fire. I tore at her shirt and in seconds she was topless and I was sucking on her boobs.

Betty appeared in the doorway.


“Hey,” Betty exclaimed, “not without me.”


Betty bounced on to the bed. She grabbed my arm and, using my shirt, had one of my hands tied to the bedpost before I knew what was transpiring. Danny held on to my other arm, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss as Betty stripped off my pants, my underwear and my socks.

Betty wrapped the trouser leg of my pants around my one free arm. I tried to pull loose, but couldn’t. My arms were tied to the bed posts.

“No, no, no,” I protested, “I do not like to be tied down.”


Danny was sitting topless on my bare chest.


“Just play along,” Danny said. “We’ll untie you when we're ready.”


My throbbing cock was in desperate need of attention. Betty took Danny’s t-shirt and wrapped it around my head, essentially blindfolding me.

“No, no,” I protested.


Again, Danny asked me to play along.


I felt the familiar warmth of wet lips kissing the head of my cock.


“Oh yeah,” I exclaimed. Another set of lips teasingly sucked on my nipples.


Then suddenly, I felt the sweetness of a third set of lips kissing me, a tongue thrusting into my mouth. I had no idea who it was.

“You’re right,” the third voice whispered, “he is a good kisser.”


Danny raised up off of my chest, even as Betty continued to work on my stiff cock. I could smell the aroma of lust and sex in the air.

“Untie me,” I begged.


“When we're ready,” Danny replied. The blindfold kept me in the dark. I knew there was a third person in the room and I desperately wanted to see who it was.

“He’s ready,” Betty remarked, as she slurped on my stiff cock.


“Can I?” the unfamiliar voice whispered softly.


“Come on,” Betty responded. Fingers wrapped around my stiff cock and then, once again, I felt the warmth of a mouth encircling my cock. She hummed as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth, something that just about drove me crazy.

“I’m going to cum,” I exclaimed. I felt pressure on the base of my cock.


“Hold on cowboy,” the voice said. She straddled my outstretched legs and inserted the tip of my cock into the outer portion of her vagina. She slowly fed me into the warmth of her womanhood. She was a very tight fit and it took a moment before her pelvis met mine. She slowly rocked back and forth, my cock buried deep inside of her.

Danny straddled my chest. She pulled off the blindfold and smiled. I tried to see who it was that was behind her, grinding on me, but I couldn’t. Betty took up a position in front of Danny, her legs on either side of my head, her bald pussy within inches of my face.

Danny had her hands wrapped around Betty, massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples and kissing her shoulder. Betty had her head lowered and was biting on her lower lip. I could see the moisture building as her pussy lips expanded and begged for attention. I pulled on the ties that had me bound to the bed.

Betty leaned forward and loosened the knots, freeing each of my hands. With three completely naked women straddling me, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

Betty slipped off of me, and Danny followed. My silent partner, smiled, and then bit down on her lower lip, as she thrust her hands on to my chest, working her hips feverishly back and forth.


“Oh fuck yeah,” Colleen exclaimed. Colleen was another neighbor who lived three doors down from Danny and me, on the other side of where Betty and Bob lived next door to us. I only knew Colleen casually as the lady with the small bulldog that often passed by our house, walking her dog. We had exchanged head nods, smiles and an occasional “hello”, but other than those casual greetings, and up until this point, I hadn’t really noticed Colleen.

Colleen wasn’t holding back. Her small boobs bounced up and down as my cock slid in and out of her pussy.

“Fuck me!” Colleen extolled as I put my hands on her small boobs. I slipped my hands down to her waist as she leaned forward, looking at me. Her dark green eyes belied her mysterious quietness.

I pushed on Colleen’s shoulder and she rolled on to her back, spreading her legs. I pushed my cock back into her pussy, even as I pressed my face close to hers. I grunted with each thrust and she replied with deep gasps, her mouth open. Her face flushed red as she wrapped her legs around my waist. She trembled as a flood of feminine juices flowed out of her. I filled her tight pussy with so much cum that it spilled out and on to the bed. I pushed my lips against hers, our tongues doing a happy dance.

Colleen trembled and shook and then went limp. She took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled, letting out a breathy, “Oh... my… gawd!!”

Danny lay on the bed beside us, along with Betty, who was gently massaging Danny’s breasts.


“I told you,” Danny remarked to Colleen.


“Oh my gawd!” Colleen repeated. “I can still feel it inside of me.”


Danny slipped a finger inside of Colleen’s pussy, and then proceeded to lick her finger.


“Uhmmmm,” Danny replied. “Tastes good to me.”


Colleen spread her legs, as Danny re-positioned herself between them, her face mere inches away from Colleen’s pussy, which was teaming with the remnants of my cum. I watched as my wife proceeded to lick Colleen’s pussy clean of my cum. At the same time, Betty positioned herself between Danny’s spread legs, lapping at her pussy.

I lay looking up at the ceiling, my cock still throbbing but quickly losing its firmness. I closed my eyes. Everything was so surreal. I drifted off to sleep, the sounds of love-making and moans settling into the recesses of my mind.

When I woke, three naked women were sleeping beside me. Danny rested her head in the nape of my shoulder, her hand on my chest. Colleen and Betty had each taken one of my thighs as a pillow.

My cock was rock hard and stiff. I shifted in the bed ever so slightly.


Colleen instinctively wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock. She rubbed the back side of it with her thumb, her eyes still closed. Pre-cum leaked from the tip end. Colleen used a finger to lightly spread the clear liquid pre-cum around the tip of my manhood. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief second and then she closed them.

Danny sensed that I had been woken and very gently kissed the nape of my neck. Colleen continued to work at my cock. Suddenly, and without any warning, I felt the familiar warmth of cum shooting from my cock. Colleen used her hand to catch most of it. She put her hand up to her mouth and swallowed what she could.

Betty’s eyes flickered open.


“That’s not fair,” Betty murmured. Colleen pulled Betty closer and they exchanged kisses, with Colleen sharing what was left of my chum. Betty closed her eyes and smiled. I did the same.

The next time I woke, Betty and Colleen were gone, but Danny was still curled up beside me. I kissed her bare shoulder. She hummed and the next thing I knew, we were banging away like rabbits. I do love my wife!

To be continued

[rangeela]

Chapter IV



Eleven years into a marriage and I managed to unleash the uninhibited sexual desires of Danny, my beautiful blonde wife. In the process, I learned a lot about myself that I didn’t think was possible.


Danny, short for Daniela - a name she hated - had managed to come out of her heterosexual monogamous shell, primarily at my urging. I wanted us to find a fulfillment in new adventures and so it was we embarked on this journey into the unknown.

Danny had hooked up with Bob, our next door neighbor, and in return I was allowed to hook up with Betty, Bob’s very gregarious and over-sexed wife. I say “allowed” because Danny and I had set boundaries before we decided to do anything.

Danny’s friendship with Betty grew stronger, to the point that the two of them ended up sharing an intimate experience with me playing along as a third partner. It was a sexual experience like no other. Then, the two of them brought in a third person, a divorcee desperately in need of some special attention. Again, I couldn’t believe the experiences really happened.

Throughout the entire time during which we experimented with additional sexual partners, we remained true to each other and more attentive than ever to each other’s needs.

In bed one night, Danny confided that she got extremely turned on whenever a guy, any guy, would stare at her.

“You don’t find it unsettling or rude?” I asked.


“No. In fact, I’d love to just once fuck the crap out of a total stranger.”


Danny’s revelation came as a small surprise to me. This prompted a long discussion about sexual fantasies.

“You know," Danny said after a bit, “we should try and see who can make the other’s fantasy come true first.”

It was a daunting challenge, but one I was willing to embark upon.


Danny and I started going out more and more, mainly to night clubs where we would survey the clientele in hope of spotting a willing participant or two. The first couple of clubs we went to, were mainly singles, looking for one night hookups. We tried other clubs, but most of the customers were older guys or women looking for the same thing as the younger people.


We thought about a swinger’s club, but Danny quickly nixed the idea.

Then we happened upon the Triple Seven Club in an upscale part of Dallas. The club was really hopping and had a good mix of older and younger patrons. I valet parked and we walked into the club. We shared a few drinks and took to the dance floor. Danny wore a tight, one piece cocktail-like dress that showed off her figure very well. It was very short and showed off plenty of her booty.

It seemed like every guy in the place locked eyes on Danny as we danced. I knew instantly just how very horny Danny was becoming as she dirty danced very close to me, grinding up against me. I knew that even if we didn’t hook up, the night cap would be fantastic.

I stepped off the dance floor and told Danny I would be right back. Four drinks had to come out of me. When I returned and approached the booth where Danny sat, she had managed to snag a couple - a couple about our age, in the early thirties. Both looked like they may have come off the cover of a fashion magazine.

The man and his female companion sat on either side of Danny.


“Does anyone need a drink?” I ask.


“This is Sam and Heidi,” Danny announced. “They live in Tanglewood Bluffs right around the corner from us.”

Heidi smiled and stretched out her hand.


“I see you out jogging all the time,” she said. Sam stood and offered his hand.


“Are you a member of the Country Club?” he asked as we shook hands.


“Yes,” I replied, “but I try to keep it a secret.”


Sam chuckled. “I know what you mean.”


He looked at Danny and then back at me. “Do you mind?” he asked, without finishing his question.


“No, go ahead,” I replied, stepping to the side to allow Danny and Sam out on to the dance floor.


I looked at Heidi. “What about you?” I asked. She smiled as she stood and stepped between the tables. Heidi had on a white cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that barely contained her large breasts, probably 38DD I assessed. Like Danny’s dress, it was short and cute and showed off every curve of her luscious and bodacious body.


The four of us made our way to the dance floor. Almost immediately, I knew what I wanted. Oh my God! Heidi had a killer body. She was about the same size as Danny, only a little more compact. Her light pink lipstick begged to be removed. I took a deep breath and exhaled.

As luck would have it, the DJ slowed the beat considerably after a couple of really fast selections that had our heartbeat way up there. I looked at Danny and she proffered an approving wink in my direction. I slipped my hand around Heidi’s soft waist and instinctively she moved in close to me.

“Oh my gosh,” Heidi breathlessly whispered.


“My feelings exactly,” I whispered back.


“Can we take a seat.”


“Sure,” I replied, feeling a little let down at not being able to press my body up against hers. As we sat in the dark booth, Heidi slipped off her shoes and curled her feet up under herself and she leaned in close to me.

“I think Sam likes your wife.” We watched Danny and Sam slow dance.


“I think it’s a mutual thing,” I replied.


Heidi rested her hand on my thigh. “It’s definitely a mutual thing,” she whispered.


“So,” I asked, haltingly, “do you guys play?”


Heidi looked at me, speechless. “Why that question?”


“I’m just curious.”


“Well, do you guys swing?”


“Not officially,” I replied. “We have talked about it, but not really done anything.”


“Why not?”



“Haven’t found the right people willing to do it with.”


Heidi stayed quiet while we watched Sam put a hand on to Danny’s ass and raise her dress, exposing her bare ass. Danny, in turn, pressed herself up against Sam as they worked their way to the corner of the dance floor. I could see only one of Danny’s hands and imagined where her other was located.

I slipped my arm around Heidi and my other hand on to hers, on my thigh. Heidi looked at me. We were almost face to face. The kiss was inevitable. I placed finger-tips under her chin and guided her lips to mine. As I pressed my lips to hers, softy and gently, I fully expected to be met with some type of push back or rejection. Instead, she slipped her hand straight to my crotch, feeling for my manhood.

I slid my hand on to Heidi’s bare thigh and up under her very short cocktail dress. I didn’t make it very far and she grabbed my arm.

“No,” she said, stopping my advance. “Not here.”


I reached into my pocket and took out my cell phone. I texted Danny: “Heidi is going with me.”


I saw the faint glow of Danny’s cell phone in her clutch, on the table in front of us. I took Heidi by the hand as I stood. “Come on,” I said, “grab your shoes.”

“Where are we going?” Heidi asked, grabbing her shoes and small purse.


“We’re getting out of here,” I said, holding on to Heidi’s hand and pulling her towards the dance floor. As we approached Sam and Danny, I looked at Sam.


“Where y’all going?” he asked.


“We’re going outside for a bit,” I replied. I winked at Danny.


Sam smiled, stuck out his hand and said, “Have fun.”


We shook hands and I patted Sam on the shoulder. “You have fun as well.”


I handed my parking ticket to the valet as Heidi put on her shoes. I put my hand on her waist, just like I would have done for Danny. Heidi didn’t speak.

The valet opened the car door and Heidi climbed in. I gave the valet a ten and, within seconds, we were on our way.


Heidi didn’t waste time getting comfortable. She kicked off her heels again and put her bare feet up on the dash of our SUV. The mix of her sweet perfume and the musty smell of her horniness quickly filled the car. Heidi arched her butt off the bucket seat, hiked up her dress and eased her white thong down her well-toned legs and past her ankles. She hung it on to the review-mirror.

Under the glow of the street lights, I caught a glimpse of her womanhood, a small patch of closely-cropped pubic hair leading the way towards her pussy. Heidi slipped a lone finger between her legs into her pubic area.

She took in deep breath and exhaled. “Oh my gawd,” she exclaimed, “I am so freaking horny.”


I put my hand on to Heidi’s thigh, close to her pussy. It was my first foray into her erogenous zone. Heidi did not hesitate to move my hand to where it needed to be. I poked my middle finger into her pussy and worked it back and forth while holding on to the steering wheel with my other hand.

It didn’t take much before Heidi was clinching her fists, shaking and trembling as one of many orgasms rocked her body. I prayed there wasn’t any cops anywhere nearby and I did my best to drive steadily and safely.

Heidi grabbed at my manhood. I was rock hard. She begged for me to pull over and stop. We were only a few minutes from the house. “Hang on,” I said.

Heidi unfastened her seat belt, arched her back and then stripped out of her cocktail dress. She had one of the most gorgeous bodies I had seen in quite a while.

“Come on, baby,” Heidi extolled, “I need it.” She pinched her nipples as she pleaded with me.


“Hang on,” I repeated, turning into the alleyway that led to where Danny and I lived. I punched the garage door opener and drove into the garage. I hit the “close” button, even as Heidi was unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers. I grabbed at her angelic face and pushed my lips against hers. Our tongues intertwined, probing each other’s mouth. She was on fire and unstoppable.

Somehow, we managed to make our way into the house, leaving a trail of clothes between the garage and the master bedroom.

Heidi spreadeagled on the bed as I hovered over her naked and tight cheerleader-like body.

“Put it in me,” she begged.


I held my ten inch cut cock close to her pussy and Heidi closed her eyes as I fed it into her warm and moist pussy. The walls of her pussy clamped down on me like a vice. She was tight but, after a couple of quick strokes, she loosened up. Our pubic bones met and she locked her legs around my waist, her arms around my torso, scratching at my back with her well-manicured nails.

She trembled and then, as I unloaded deep inside of her, her entire body stiffened as she shook uncontrollably and gasped for breath.

“Oh... oh... oh,” she cried out as I filled her with my cum. Her eyes rolled as an intense orgasm rocked her body.

I turned over on to my back, pulling Heidi with me. I was still in her and Heidi took the lead, gyrating and rotating on my lap, her hands pushing down on my chest. It didn’t take much and she was in the throes of another massive orgasm. She tensed and then collapsed on to my chest.

Heidi rolled off of me and we lay beside each other, recovering. Finally, she rolled on to her side, facing me, and we kissed for the longest time. We cuddled and I told her how wonderful a lover she was. She liked the compliment.

“I have never done anything like this before,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me.”


I told her to not feel bad, that it was a one-time thing.


“Oh hell no. We have to do it again.”


I told her that would depend on Sam’s approval.


“Fuck Sam,” Heidi said. “He’ll be okay. If your wife fucks half as good as you do, he’ll be in heaven.”


“Well,” I replied, “Danny does have a way of getting the best out of her partner.”


“Do you guys do this often?”


I told Heidi that, while we had talked about doing something like it, this was our first adventure into anything remotely like the wife swapping adventures we had previously engaged in. Heidi was curious and wanted details, but I told her that I couldn’t reveal them because they were private. Heidi was curious as to how we had reached a point where we felt secure enough to trust each other with our lust and desires. I assured her it was a work in progress.


Heidi planted a light kiss on my shoulder. “Well, I like a work in progress,” she remarked.


At some point, we fell asleep. I woke at 3am and Heidi’s hand was resting on my stiff cock. It didn’t take much and were at it again.

Next, sunlight peeping through the window blinds woke me. Heidi was every bit as beautiful in the morning as she had been in the night club. I kissed her bare shoulder and her eyelids fluttered open. She looked around for a brief few seconds, before rolling over and putting her hand on to my chest.

“Good morning my love.” Her voice was sincere and pleasant. Our lips met in a short kiss and then, more passionately. Once again, we found ourselves giving into the lust for each other.

About ten, I looked at my phone. There were three text messages from Danny.


“Are you okay?”


“How was it?”


“I’ll be home on Sunday.”


I showed the messages to Heidi. She smiled, took my phone and sat it on the bedside table. She pulled a sheet over her head and worked her way down my body with sensual kisses. I closed my eyes...


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[rangeela]

Chapter V


Danny was my very vivacious and outgoing wife of eleven years. Even though we had a good sex life, it was by no means “off the charts wild” like it was when first got married. Eleven years of sleeping together had mellowed the both of us and familiarity had become the norm.

So Danny and I had a talk. We set forth basic round rules. Neither of us did anything without the other knowing about it. We may not approve of the other person’s selection, but we would respect the selection. Strangely, as things progressed, we had similar tastes and we managed to hook up with other couples who shared in our desires and lustful passions.

Our love and respect for one another grew immensely. We didn’t consider ourselves, “swingers” in the sense that we went out looking for others who shared our lifestyle, but we just enjoyed the spontaneity of finding others who enjoyed sex as much as we did. If it worked, it worked.

I was at work one day, when Shawn, one of my co-workers stumbled in late. He looked like he hadn’t shaved in days and his disheveled look, told me right away, something was wrong.

“Dude,” I remarked, “You need to clean up.”


Shawn rubbed the three-day stubble on his chain.


“Yeah, I guess so,” Shawn replied. He sat down in a chair behind the desk in a cubicle across from me. I could tell something was really bothering him. Then he opened up and said that he and Cathy, his wife, were having issues. I played the part of being an ear, as he confessed to not giving everything he had to maintaining his marriage.

“I love her, but we’ve lost that spark,” Shawn confessed. I told Shawn that every married couple goes through tough times and that he and Cathy needed to sit down and be honest with each other, and to find a way to get the magic back. Shawn said he had been banished from the house since their last argument and that he was sure Cathy was going to file for divorce.

I didn’t know Cathy very well. I had met her in passing a couple of times and she seemed like a decent girl and was always pleasant the times that I had met her. She was a fairly good looking girl, in her late twenties like Danny and I.

“Would it do any good if you guys saw a counselor?” I asked.


“No,” Shawn replied, “Cathy is not too keen on counselling. She thinks they just rip people off and that they don’t really resolve issues.”

I told Shawn that if it was any condolence, Danny and I had some of the very same issues.


“You and Danny?” Shawn asked, seemingly surprised at my revelation. “Dude, how could you have any issues when you are married to someone as pretty as Danny?”

“Oh, trust me,” I replied. “It happens.”


Shawn shook his head back and forth.


“Do you think your relationship is worth salvaging?” I asked.


“Of course," Shawn replied.


“What about Cathy?” I asked. “Does she feel the same way?”


Shawn indicated he thought she felt the same way, but he wasn’t for sure.


“I tell you what,” I replied, “Why don’t you and Cathy join Danny and I for some burgers at our place. We have a pool and a hot tub in the back yard and we can just spend some time getting to know each other. Maybe all you guys need is to see how we managed to work through our issues.”

Shawn scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders.


“I’ll check with Cathy and see what she says,” Shawn replied.


Shawn and I didn’t interact much more the rest of the day, as we both plunged into our jobs. After lunch, Shawn told me that he had talked to Cathy and that she was willing to come over and hang out with Danny and I.

“Can I ask a favor?” Shawn inquired, “Can we just keep what we talked about earlier between us? I don’t know if Cathy would be cool with my spilling the beans.”

I agreed to not say anything.


Shawn and Cathy showed up around seven. I had hamburgers on the grill, so Danny let Shawn and Cathy in the front door. Cathy stayed in the kitchen, chatting with Danny as Shawn joined me on the patio. A few moments later, Danny came out to join us, followed by Cathy. Danny had a beer in each hand. She passed one beer to Shawn and then one to me.

“Gimme me ten minutes,” I said to Danny, anticipating her question. She sauntered silently back towards the kitchen. I noticed Shawn’s eyes were glued to Danny. It wasn't the first time I had seen a guy staring at Danny's cute ass.

“You’d tap if you could?” I said.


“Yes,” Shawn replied, before correcting himself, “Well – actually - no, I am married.”


“If you weren’t married and she weren’t married, wouldn’t you be all over her?” I shot back.

Shawn chuckled, “Who wouldn’t?”


I flipped the burgers.


“Have you guys ever discussed wife swapping?” I inquired.


“Wife what?” Shawn asked.


“”Wife Swapping?” I repeated.


“Oh hell, no!” Shawn replied. I let the proposal settle in for a moment.


“Have you guys done that?” Shawn asked.


“Yeah,” I replied, “Once or twice, for one night only. It is what really salvaged our marriage.”


“No way!” Shawn shot back. He couldn’t believe that the sharing of an intimate sexual experience could possibly salvage a relationship. “You guys must have a serious amount of trust.”

I explained that we had ground rules.


“Who brought the subject up first?” Shawn asked.


I told Shawn that I was the conversation starter and that at first, Danny was adamantly against participating in any wife swapping activities.

“What changed her mind?” Shawn asked.


“Our next door neighbor,” I replied.


“Oh, I gotta hear this,” Shawn responded.

“I tell you what,” I replied, “Let’s chat about it after we eat, because you’ll like it.”


I flipped the burgers and took a sip from the beer I had setting on the ledge by the grill.


Danny and Cathy wandered back outside, with a plate of condiments and several empty plates. Cathy carried a six pack of beer. We sat down at the patio table. Each of us fixed our own plate of burgers.

“Chips?” I inquired, looking at Danny. Instinctively, Danny headed back into the house for some chips and returned with three bags of chips.

“Nothing like offering a smorgasbord of options,” I commented.


“I like options,” Danny replied, looking at me with her one of those special looks reserved only for the two of us.

“Options are good,” I replied, spilling a load of the chips on to my plate. Shawn and I talked about the Harrison project from work as Cathy and Danny listened.

“Do you have any idea of what they are talking about?” Danny asked Cathy as Shawn and I discussed the best ways to handle a difficult sales account.

“I don’t have a clue,” Cathy responded. I vaguely heard their comments as Shawn was telling me about his latest call on the account.

Suddenly, I felt a kick under the table. I glanced over at Danny.


“Can we take this to the hot tub?” Danny asked.


Cathy quickly responded, “We didn’t bring swim suits.”


“That’s not a problem,” Danny replied, “You’re about my size, I think you can use one of mine.”


“Are you sure?” Cathy responded.

Danny grabbed Cathy’s hand and replied, “Come on, let’s see what works best.”

The girls disappeared into the house as Danny and I finished off our discussion about the Harrison account.

“I didn’t bring any swimming trunks,” Shawn remarked.


“You don’t need them,” I replied. “Just strip to your underwear, we’re all good.”


Shawn raised his eye brows. “I don’t know,” he replied.


“We’re all good,” I repeated.


I stripped out of my shorts and slipped into the swirling waters of our hot tub. Shawn followed. I could tell he was a bit shy. His package was huge and there was no hiding his natural assets. I knew that if Danny got a peek at his manhood, she would be all over him. She loved manly parts.

Shawn and I were chatting about work stuff when Danny and Cathy stepped out the sliding glass doors of the house to join us. Both were bikini-attired with a towel wrapped around their waist. Cathy was well endowed and the bikini top she had on barely contained her 38 dd boobs. I could see the top of her areolas. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric. I looked at Shawn and I could tell by the look on his face, he was equally impressed with the sight of both Cathy and Danny as they sauntered towards us, giggling.

“It’s a tough fit,” Danny remarked, “But it works.”


“I might as well be naked,” Cathy said, dropping her towel. She was right, because the bikini bottom was about two sizes too small and formed a perfect camel-toe outline of her pussy.

“Looks fine to me,” I remarked as Cathy stepped into the hot tub. Danny followed, sitting to my left between Shawn and myself. Cathy sat across from us.

“Oh ch-chit,” Cathy gasped as she lowered herself in to the hundred and four degree swirling water. She bobbed up and down, the water cascading off of her boobs, her nipples pushing even harder at the thin fabric.

I was rock hard and I knew it wouldn’t take much for anyone to notice. Danny slipped her hand on to my thigh and then on to my steel rod.

Beer? No one had one, so I asked Shawn if he’d grab a six pack from the cooler by the back door.


“Uhm . . uh . . . .” Shawn stammered. I quickly surmised he had the same issue I had, so I asked Danny, “Would you, mind?”


“Oh come on,” Danny replied, “I just got in!”


I could tell by the look on her face that I was going to be the one to go and fetch the beer, hard-on or not.

“Fine,” I said. I stepped out of the hot tub and retrieved two six packs from the cooler. Walking back to the hot tub, I knew that all eyes would be on me. There was no escaping the fact that I was rock hard.

I slipped stoically and silently back into the hot tub, after setting the beer on the tub edge.


“I wish we had a hot tub,” Cathy remarked, as I popped a top on a beer. Danny grabbed a beer and handed it to Shawn. I took another and handed it to Cathy.

“Hot tubs are a great investment,” I replied to Cathy’s remark. “Sometimes we just sit out here and get drunk. I’ve lost track of how many times I have been woken up by the crickets or worse - the sunrise, totally naked and wondering what the heck happened.”

“Drunk and naked,” Cathy replied, “I haven’t been there since Florida State.”


“Now that is a party school,” I replied.


“Somehow,” Danny chimed in, “I don’t see you as a party-gal type of person.”


Cathy looked at her beer and smiled. “A couple of more of these and you’ll see. I get goofy.”


I looked at Shawn.


“She’s telling the truth,” he said.


I downed the rest of my beer and tossed the can into the yard. I proffered a wink at Cathy. She smiled and returned my wink. She chugged down her beer and tossed her empty in the same direction as mine.

I handed her a second beer and after popping the top, she held out her hand with the beer in it and toasted, “Here’s to getting fucked up!”


The four of us tapped beers and took a drink. Danny worked her way closer to where Shawn sat, the swirling water lapping at her chest. Shawn was leaning back, his head resting on the tub edge, the water swirling at is bare chest. He had his eyes closed.

“I love it,” Shawn remarked. I worked my way to the center of the hot tub, the steam rising around me. I reached over and took Cathy’s foot in my hand and gently pulled on it, forcing her farther down into the swirling waters. She held her beer up with one hand and steadied herself with her other, as the water swirled just below her chin.

“Go under,” I instructed, pulling on her leg. Cathy closed her eyes and disappeared under the surface of the water. After about a second, she popped back up, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed, the water streaming off of her angelic face. She pushed her long black hair back. “This feel so gooooood.”

I settled on to the spot next to Cathy, the steam rising from the water partially obscuring us from Danny and Shawn.

I whispered to Cathy, “I love your boobs.”


“Thanks,” she whispered back. I was on my third or fourth beer of the evening and was feeling rather frisky.

“Why don’t you lose the top?” I suggested.


“I can’t do that,” Cathy replied.


“Can’t or won’t?” I pressed.


“Y’all behave over there,” Danny remarked from across the hot tub.


“I’m trying to talk Cathy out of her top,” I responded.


“Keep an eye on him,” Danny replied, “Next thing you know he’ll want your bottoms off as well.”


“Don’t worry,” Cathy responded, “I’m still sober.”

A moment of silence followed. Danny worked her way towards where I was seated beside Cathy. She leaned in and gave me a kiss, our lips pressing against each other. I loved the way the water glistened on Danny’s body, the droplets dripping from her chin and streaming down her chest to her breasts.

Danny stood in front of Cathy and I and untied the knotted tie behind her neck. She then untied the knot behind her back and allowed her top to slip from her body, exposing her luscious 36 au naturals to the both of us. She pinched her already erect nipples and remarked to Cathy, “Your turn.”


Before Cathy could respond, Danny turned and disappeared into the rising mist. I could see her wade directly in front of Shawn.

From the other side of the tub I heard him say, “Holy cow!” Danny settled on to Shawn’s lap, facing him, her knees on either side of his outstretched legs.

Cathy looked at me, silent and expressionless. I put my hand on to her thigh and lightly squeezed it.


“We’re all good,” I whispered. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”


Suddenly, Cathy was astraddle my hips, facing me, her huge breasts practically in my face, as she settled down on to my lap and my erection.

“Kiss me,” Cathy begged.


I gently pressed my lips to hers and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. On! My! God! She was on fire!

On the other side of the hot tub, the same scene was playing out. I could barely see through the rising steam, but could see just enough to know that Shawn was getting to know Danny on a very personal level.

A pair of bikini bottoms floated by Cathy and me. I snatched them from the water and tossed them out of the hot tub.

Cathy slipped off of me and stripped out of her bikini. As she did, I slipped out of my underwear. I stepped out of the hot tub, steam rising off my body and offered my hand to Cathy. I pulled her up and out of the swirling waters.

“Y’all have fun,” I remarked to Danny and Shawn. I led Cathy directly to the house and straight to the bedroom.

Cathy and I were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling each other, when I could hear the faint sounds of love-making coming from the hot tub. There was no mistaking Danny’s gasps and exclamations of “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Cathy giggled.


“Someone is having a great time,” she remarked between kisses.


I worked my way down Cathy’s body, kissing her shoulders and then gently sucking on each of her breasts. She wiggled and giggled as I kissed her flat stomach. She pushed down on my head as I slowly worked my way to her erogenous zone. I could smell the musty sweetness of her womanhood.

Cathy had a small thin landing strip of closely cropped and well-groomed pubic hair that lead the way to her pussy. I placed my chin on her pubic bone and looked up at her, as I gently inserted a finger into her very wet and moist pussy.

She bit down on her lower lip as I worked my finger across her labia and to her clit. I gently worked my finger back and forth, slowly at first, then more rapidly, her breathing becoming shorter and shorter as I worked my finger back and forth.

“Oh sh-shit!” Cathy stuttered. “I- I – I am going to c-c-cum!”


I slipped farther down on the bed between Cathy’s spread legs, placing my mouth over the top portion of her vagina. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit and then took it in my mouth and sucked on it.

“Oh! My! Freaking! Gawd!” Cathy exclaimed. She clamped her thighs against my head, shaking, her fingers interlocked into my hair. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t stop.

Cathy shook violently as her first orgasm rocked her body and a rush of fluids filled her pussy. I managed the free myself from her vice-like grip. I slipped my rock hard cock into her flooded pussy, pushing until our pubic bones met. Cathy’s eyes were wide open and fixed. Her mouth was open and she gasped as I pushed into her. I placed my mouth over hers and we kissed, deeply and passionately, as she bucked her hips up and down, thrashing about on the bed, my cock buried deep inside of her.

I worked myself in and out of her pussy, grunting with each push, as Cathy responded with moans of approval.

Normally, I don’t say much when I am fucking, but for some reason, I found myself coaching and encouraging Cathy.

“Take it baby!” I exclaimed. “Tell me how it feels!”


“Soooo ... gooood!” Cathy responded.


She wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed, digging her nails into my back.


“Oh my Gawd! Don’t stop!” Cathy yelled. I didn’t have any intention of stopping until after I had delivered my goods.

Cathy’s boobs bounced as I pummeled her body. She held on to them with her hands, as she took me in.

Cathy trembled and shook as another orgasm rocked her body.


I couldn’t hold back and dumped everything I had into her.


“I can feel you cuming,” Cathy exclaimed as I unloaded. I pushed my mouth on to hers, our tongues doing a sinfully wicked dance as the last of my load shot into her pussy.

As I pulled out of her, Cathy begged me, “keep it in me.”


I reinserted my rapidly deflating cock, but it was just not the same. I apologized for being a “one shot” man.

“Don’t worry,” Cathy remarked, “We’ll work on it.”


We listened to the silence of each other’s heartbeats, and in the distance, the laughter of Shawn and Danny. The bright moonlight seeped in through the open bedroom window. I closed my eyes and listened to Cathy’s breathing, which in short order, became a labored breathing as she fell asleep, one hand resting on my chest, her other hand holding on to my semi-flaccid cock.

I was awakened by moans coming from the living room. I could tell Shawn and Danny were at it again. I slipped from the bed and stealthily stood in the hallway. Danny was on all fours and Shawn had his huge cock buried deep inside of my wife. It was like watching a porn film in real life. Seeing my wife being banged by another guy was exhilarating. I found myself holding on to my cock.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” Danny called out as Shawn slapped his body against Danny’s ass. I slipped into the living room and beside Shawn. I placed a lone finger over my lips. Shawn didn’t miss a beat.

I slipped around in front of Danny. Her eyes widened at the sight of my erection.


She took my cock in hand and slipped her mouth around the front end of it. Danny had the best orals skills of any woman I knew or had ever been with. She knew instinctively how to handle a cock. Within seconds, I was shooting my load down her throat, even as Shawn was unloading inside of her pussy.

I pulled Danny up and we kissed. I could taste the remnants of my cum as we kissed. Shawn collapsed on to the couch, his huge cock hanging semi-limp between his legs.

“I love you,” Danny whispered.


“I love you too,” I replied.


“I love you too,” Shawn whispered from the couch. A silent second passed and he added, “I mean Danny.”


I chuckled.


“I’m glad you clarified that,” I said.


Shawn smiled.


“You have a great wife,” he said.


“So do you,” I replied.


I looked at the clock on the wall. It was three in the morning.


“You can take the bed,” I remarked, “We’ll be fine out here on the couch.”

Shawn wondered off to the master bedroom. I sat down on the couch, extending the footrest, as Danny took up a curled up position next to me. I kissed her on her bare shoulder and she smiled. I closed my eyes and for the second time that night, drifted back off to sleep.

I woke up, alone on the couch, around nine. I stumbled into the bedroom and found Danny lying naked between Shawn and Cathy. I slipped on to the bed next to Cathy. It was a tight fit, but somehow the four of us fit. I was happy we had a super king-sized bed.

I slipped Cathy’s hand between Danny’s legs and waited for the inevitable. The girls were already sleeping, practically face to face. I watched as Danny shifted slightly in the bed, opening her legs. I gently moved Cathy’s hand closer to Danny’s pussy. I saw Danny’s eyes flutter open, and then close. Danny slipped her hand on to Cathy’s cheek and gently massaged her face. Cathy’s eyes fluttered open and for a brief second, she looked confused.

Danny placed a lone finger over her puckered lips and issued as “shhhhhh” sound. Cathy quickly withdrew her hand from between Danny’s thighs.

Danny pressed her lips to Cathy’s lips, cupping her face in her hands. At first, Cathy seemed to resist, but then Cathy closed her eyes. Danny persisted in kissing Cathy, and finally Cathy just gave in to the lust that was filling her. Cathy moaned softly and spread her legs. I could tell she was extremely turned on. I was just as turned on.

Danny slipped on to Cathy, their bodies pressing against each other. On the other side of the bed, Shawn stirred and then turned on to his stomach, pulling the covers over himself. I turned on to my side, to watch the show.

Danny slipped her hand into Cathy’s erogenous zone. Cathy willingly spread her legs to accept Danny’s probing fingers. It didn’t take much and Cathy was banging on the bed, her hands clenched into balled fists, as Danny worked Cathy into a frenzy.

I could tell the moment Cathy orgasmed, as her entire body stiffened and shook. Danny looked over at me and smiled a beguiling smile. She slipped off of Cathy and cupped her hands to Cathy’s ear.

A second later, Cathy reached over and took my cock in her hand and began to tug on it.


“Suck it,” Danny whispered. Cathy leaned down and slipped my cock into the warm confines of her mouth, while working her hand around the base of my shaft. She cupped my balls in her hand and gently massaged them, as she took more of my cock into her mouth.

I ran my fingers through Cathy’s hair and flipped it back over her shoulder. Danny pulled Cathy’s hair back and leaned over her to watch. Shawn was caressing Danny’s butt as he was looking at his wife’s oral skills with amazement and pride.

Very soon my buttocks began to buck in frenzy.


“Swallow it!” Danny commanded.


My cock pulsated. I could feel my thighs tighten as my first load shot from my cock, deep inside of Cathy’s mouth. Her eyes widened as a second load shot from me. She swallowed the load and pulled off, just as my third spurt caught her on the chin. Danny wiped the white stiff from Cathy’s chin with a finger and proceeded to put it in her mouth.

“That’s mine!” Cathy extolled, turning and forcing herself on to Danny, kissing her. They exchanged saliva and cum as I lay there, my cock throbbing, Cathy’s hand holding on to me.

I closed my eyes.


THE END

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