Our introduction to wife swapping
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The story is true, at least to the extent my memory can track details over nearly four decades.
1972, Long Beach, California. She’s Sharyn. I’m Mick. She’s 18. I’m 21. She is an astonishingly cute girl about 5’2”, waist-length jet black hair, dark eyes and a tight body that screamed “fuckable”. I’m about 5’10”, slender, brown short hair as befitting my then-current status in society, easy enough on the eye according to certain discerning women.
I’m doing my Vietnam service through the US Navy, which has seen fit to assign me to a ship homeported in Long Beach, California. Sharyn and I arrive in Long Beach in January, only to find out the ship will set sail for a six-month deployment in May.
I’d like to say we were sexually inexperienced, but that isn’t entirely true. I’d sampled a few teen pussies in the previous three or four years. Sharyn permitted only me access to her hot spot for the first year or so of our relationship, all the way until I caught a plane for Orlando and boot camp. During my absence she was invited by her cousins (girls) to tag along on weekends for small-town, teenage adventures. They would frequently meet a pack of local boys, hop into available cars or trucks, head for the secluded “parking spots” and waste no time getting down to the sex business, as small-town teenagers are inclined to do. Sharyn was shy but compliant. All it would take to get her cooperation is for some new guy to snuggle up, slip his hand under her dress and finger away. After a few minutes of that, panties came off and the dick went deep. I know of at least three guys she fucked in the back seat of someone’s car, probably more than on one occasion each, but there may have been more.
I found out about this after coming home from boot camp. I threw a mild fit but eventually settled down and “forgave”. Soon we were back to normal and headed for the marriage alter. For about a year I’d have the occasional spontaneous flashbacks of jealousy, but I never expressed it to her. Instead I became skilled at sublimated the angst, which eventually began to produce an interesting effect. The hurt and jealousy gradually transformed into a type of excitement and curiosity. Rather than simmer and pout when I flashed on what was happening to her while I was away, I’d think about it and get hard. Soon I wondered what would it be like if I were nearby while she was getting fucked. I had read about “wife swapping”, and the idea began earning some serious interest from me. Seemed like the best way to get the thrill of seeing her get fucked -- as well has have some fun with another hot woman – was to get into wife swapping.
After we had settled into an apartment for the short stay in Long Beach, I raised the question one evening. I proposed we should “mature” our marriage by exploring sex with other couples simultaneously. As I half-expected, she didn’t greet the idea with enthusiasm, but I carefully applied gentle persistence over the next week or so until she half-heartedly agreed to seek out some interested couples and see what would develop.
No internet in 1972. The only way to get in contact with other couples was by perusing the “swingers” magazines, which could be found in coin-op news-boxes in front of chain restaurants, liquor stores and post offices throughout the larger California cities. I brought home a supply of magazines and set out to find our new playmates. We selected a few interesting couples and wrote letters. Then we waited. Seemed like months, but it was just less than two weeks when we received our first replies. We selected a couple in another part of the Los Angeles area, about an hour away. I had asked for a phone number in my initial letter, so we made contact the day the letter arrived and proceeded to set up the meet. Oh, boy! This was going to be fun!
Sharyn didn’t appear to be building enthusiasm, but this was pretty much how she reacted to most things. The good news was that in spite of the lingering reluctance, she didn’t try to make excuses to avoid going through with it. The following weekend we prettied ourselves, hopped in the car and drove about an hour to the other couple’s apartment, which turned out to be a rather flashy place, much more uptown than our meager, military-pay level of accommodation. This glamour of such a nice place was a bit off-putting and had the mild effect of making us both nervous.
The couple turned out to be a few years older, mid/late-twenties. Both from Central America, a white guy and black girl, both very attractive, both also a bit too aggressive. We shared a glass or two of wine and small talk. Soon the guy decided it was time to get the main show underway. Sharyn and he moved off to the bedroom; the host lady and I stayed on a generous sofa in the living room. Doing it in separate rooms wasn’t my preference. I wanted to see ALL the action, but at the time I was a bit too shy and insecure to make a fuss, so I said nothing. Bedroom door closed, and the paired-off players were on their own.
The black lady was sexy and not at all unfriendly, but I gradually developed the jitters. It wasn’t that I had any racial fears; it was just that I had never held a black woman before, not to mention an experienced “swinger”, so the doubt-devil in my head was telling me I wouldn’t know how to go about pushing the right magic buttons. Oh well; we began by traded kisses and gropes for a while, then I dived for pie. That turned out to be a good move, one she seemed to enjoy immensely. I applied tongue alternately to clit and to strategic areas of her labia and vagina, all the while trying to get my dick to stand at a respectable attention. I was on my way to building a better boner when the doorbell rang, a loud electronic gong positioned right over our heads. Turned out to be an unexpected visitor, her brother, whom she chatted in Spanish for a few minutes then brushed him off. Situation hopeless. I had wilted by then, and she lost interest. Damn. Never had that happen before and must never again!
We sat with another glass of wine and waited for Sharyn and the guy to emerge from the bedroom. After about another quarter hour, they came out in bath robes. Neither of them looked impressed, no more than did I and the host lady. The conversation was brief and polite. Somewhere along the way I heard the lady say to Sharyn “you know he had to finish, don’t you?”. Well, that gave it away. Apparently he had failed to produce much of a positive effect on Sharyn’s libido, so he gave up and decided to pump away until he released his load inside her. Mission accomplished, at least from his point of view, not so much for Sharyn.
Driving on the way home, I asked her about the experience. She wouldn’t give much detail, but she said he didn’t hurt or offend her in any way. It was just a bad match that didn’t work out for any of us (well, maybe the guy whose cum Sharyn had taken). When we got home, I got her panties off and proceeded to check the merchandise, expecting to find some evidence of the recent short-term occupation of her pussy. Turns out they had taken a shower before emerging from the bedroom, so my final disappointment of the night was ensured.
A week or so passed, and I get another batch of swingers’ magazines. We’d managed to live down the unfortunate experience with our first swap couple, and much to my surprise Sharyn agreed to try it again, however reluctantly.
A response letter arrived. A couple located a bit closer than the other folks were interested. They were closer in age, only a year or so older than me. The letter included a picture, which revealed a HOT blonde lady and a moderately stocky guy with dark hair and what was then called a “fu manchu” moustache. The picture of the lady surely grabbed my interest, while Sharyn appeared satisfied with the looks of the guy. The letter was jovial, reassuring and included a phone number.
That evening we called. First I chatted first with the guy, Brian, and then with the girl, Lydia. Turned the phone over to Sharyn, who carried out what seemed to be a nice conversation which, to my surprise, lasted much longer than she normally chats with strangers. We scheduled the meeting, this time at our place on the following Friday evening.
Early that evening Sharyn and I discussed way the event might proceed. When things warmed up, I’d take Lydia to the small bedroom while Sharyn and Brian would work out on the living room sofa. Again separate rooms, but we figured it would make the ladies feel less nervous, and I didn’t want a repeat of our experience with the other couple. The plan turned out to be entirely unnecessary for Lydia, who was naturally hot to go anytime, anywhere, damn the bedding arrangements! She probably would have stripped, grabbed my dick and sat on it right there in the living room, but I figured that might intimidate Sharyn and ruin another evening, so off to the bedroom we go leaving Sharyn and Brian to begin tugging at each other on the sofa.
Well, things went much better with this couple. Lydia and I hit it off well. Soon we were pounding away. She had a beautiful pussy covered with fine blond hair matching the topside locks. She writhed and moaned when I applied the tongue treatment to her pussy, and I took delight in prolonging the effort. Her clit was lightly hooded above a tightly rimmed labia, the clit giving my tongue a smooth, warm sensation each time I gave it a vertical lashing. Very little hair along each side of the labia, the few remaining strands short, fine and blonde. What an artwork to behold as I explored the area with my fingers and tongue, and of course eyes. In the mean time, Lydia has my dick in her mouth and is working it with the energy and devotion of someone who truly enjoyed the task.
Eventually we get down to insertion. Wow, what a sensation! I mean, fucking Sharyn and most other girls is wonderful, but this sensation of entering Lydia was remarkable, like a superbly warm and moist, silken collar fitted perfectly for my dick, imparting electric tingles of pleasure as it enveloped and massaged. Fortunately she was quick to cum in our first round, because I was unprepared for this novel sensation, and my cum-control didn’t last long. She was on bottom by then, missionary. When she began her orgasm, it propagated all the way through my body, making me plunge deep and release a respectable load of cum inside her, the smooth, magic sensation of her pussy now amplified by the slick semen within. A short rest and we were ready for a more detailed exploration of as yet uncharted territories.
After the second round, Lydia got up to get a glass of water. To do so, she had the pass by the living room where Sharyn and Brian were engaged in their own horizontal tango. Lydia came back into the bedroom with a big grin on her face and her hands clasped together, saying “they’re latched together just like THAT”.
That sent a new jolt along my sensitized parts, so I hopped out of the bed to get my own view of the action. Sure enough, Sharyn was lying on her back on the sofa, legs wrapped tightly around Brian’s hips, Brian hammering away at her. Sharyn wasn’t usually all that vocal, but I could hear her moaning, especially on the deep plunges and when he engaged in a bit of rabbitting. Oh, did I want to get a good look at how he was penetrating my cute wife’s little pussy, but the distance and angles were all wrong. In any case, it was stimulating enough just to stand there for a few minutes and watch my wife obviously enjoying another guys dick going deep along with the pleasant new moves he brought to the game. I was waiting to enjoy the sight and sounds of either Brian or Sharyn when they orgasmed, but Lydia grabbed my hand and almost dragged me back to the bed, where we launched into round 3 of rattle-the-bedposts. This time we did it slow and sensuous, starting with me on top. I tried a few pelvic moves which produced the desired effect. When I ground my pelvis into her, she pushed back in kind and moaned loudly. At one point she nibbled my ear and whispered “you’re so much better than Brian!”. Bet she said that to all the boys! Then again, maybe not.
Not long after we got started on round 3, Brian and Sharyn wandered into the bedroom. Perhaps they had seen Lydia and I standing in the doorway observing their performance, so they chose to return the favor. Lydia was perched in the cowgirl pose, me angled just enough to see the pair enter the room. Lydia’s backside was aimed at the door so she didn’t know there were watching, but they both got a good clear tail-end view of my dick slipping in and out of a very wet, hungry pussy. No one said anything. They stood there and watched silently for a while. Lydia and I carried on with our business, which lasted only a few minutes longer before Lydia let loose with an orgasmic moan, again prodded me put inside her the last remaining cum I had to offer that evening. Lydia fell forward and kissed me. By the time she rolled onto her back, Sharyn and Brian were gone. I mentioned to her that we had just given our own performance to a seemingly captivated audience. Smiling, she said surely we had given them a memorable show.
Lydian and Brian left our apartment that evening with an offer to do it again soon. Sharyn and I went straight to the bedroom. I wanted more than anything to fuck her and experience the thrill of a well-used, slippery pussy loaded with someone else’s cum, but she said she was worn out, and honestly so was I, in spite of my desire to sample the results of the evening’s efforts. So I had to settle for lying alongside her, slipping a finger into a relaxed, well-used and cum-filled pussy. What a sensation. I had felt her pussy after I had fucked her before, but this time the sensation seemed to be multiplied. Looser, hotter and very slippery. Knowing that I was feeling another guy’s cum in my wife was powerful and sensuous.
We chatted a bit as we lay there. I prodded her for details about her evening with Brian. She was never one to give much detail in her sex talk, but she proceeded to tell me about foreplay, massaging, finger penetration, and ultimately the feeling of having a new dick slip into her for the first time. I had failed to see the intimate contact between the other couple’s dick and pussy as Lydia and I watched them from the bedroom doorway, but later when they were standing near the bed watching Lydia and I, I got a glimpse of Brian’s dick. Unlike me, Brian was uncircumcised. Fairly large, even it it’s resting state, but probably not much larger than me. I would have been delighted to see that thing fully hard and piercing her pussy, but I had to settle for simply imagining how that thing was being driven and what it was doing to Sharyn as she narrated her evening’s experience.
The next week we got a call from them and an invitation to repeat the fun, but this time at their house. That day I got really worked up anticipating an even better experience than before. A little while leaving our place I wrestled Sharyn onto the bed and start fucking her, just a little “warm up” before the main event at their place. During the short play Sharyn signaled to stop by saying “hey, let’s save some for THEM!”, a statement I understood to mean she had really enjoyed being fucked by Brian in the previous encounter and now wanted to save her orgasms for HIS dick rather than mine. Fair request, I reckoned, so we got cleaned up and headed to their place.
We chatted over a few glasses of wine at a slow and comfortable pace entirely unlike our first encounter with the Central American couple. Right after we arrived we had paired of with each other’s spouse, so it was only natural to start the fun right there in the living room. Sharyn and Brian were locked together and kissing, as were Lydia and I. Brian and I slowly got the ladies undressed. I peeked at the undressing scene as I worked on Lydia, and it seemed Brian was doing the same thing almost in unison. It was really hot when it got down to bra and panties, seeing them peeled off to reveal the magic zones beneath. It struck me that I was getting my wish, or at least some of it. I was seeing in real-time a part of the process of Sharyn being warmed-up and fucked by another guy. I also got a clear view of Brian’s dick, the pleasure-plunger that was just minutes away from slipping into my wife’s very tight but surely by now soaking wet pussy. As I had imagined earlier, his dick appeared to be a bit longer than mine, but now that stood hard and proud prior to the imminent insertion into Sharyn’s pussy, I could see it was also a bit thicker. The foreskin was partially retracted showing a gleaming glans streamlined with the shaft. I understood why Sharyn wanted to save all her evening’s orgasms for that thing, which was noticeably different from my circumcised, decent-sized but otherwise standard-issue boner.
We paired off to separate rooms. Again not my preference, but they were the hosts tonight. Lydia and I got right down to business for a quickie first round. As we caught our breath, I told her I’d be more energized for the next round if I could first see Brian fucking Sharyn up close. Lydia winked and said “then let’s go!”
When we got to the other bedroom, Brian was already inside Sharyn and pounding away. This time they weren’t fused together; instead Brian supported himself above her with extended arms, which provided a reasonably good view of the action to all of us. Lydia and I didn’t start fucking right away. Instead we sat there and enjoyed the show, me fingering her very nice pussy while she had a firm grip on my dick, which was now as hard as it had ever been or might ever be!
Brian and Sharyn moved around a bit. A short set with Sharyn on hands and knees and Brian in back, poking her pussy doggie-style, then they settled into Cowgirl position with Sharyn on top and facing us. Perfect! I could get clear glimpses of Brian’s dick entering her and sliding out. Also I could get a direct, unobstructed view of Sharyn’s face, which revealed that she was enjoying one of the best fucks ever, mouth open, eyes closed and radiating pure pleasure, nipples standing proudly.
A bit more of this and her features began to change subtly, then more prominently. Her face began to tighten a bit, hip movements became faster and more pronounced, and she built up a sound I had never heard from her, a moan that rose in pitch and volume until it was almost a scream. Her hip motion stopped, her body began a vigorous shudder, then her hips jerked again once, twice and a third time that made her fall forward and collapse on top of Brian.
Brian rolled her over on her back and started fucking her earnestly. After a while, for some reason I felt the urge to ask “Brian, are you going to cum in my wife?”. That question must have been a trigger, because Brian answered with a drawn out “Yessssss”, as he raised himself on his outstretched arms, thrust forward hard into Sharyn’s pussy and began his own display of moaning and shuddering. Well, if that’s not a clue, I don’t know what could be. I was experiencing my dream. I was right there, full view only about three feet away as Brian let his dick complete its mission and fill my wife with what I hoped would be hot pulses of thick, white cum.
All four of us stretched out on the bed to savor the moment. Turns out Brian was as eager as I to find out what I’d done to the wife’s pussy, so each of us lay next to our own wives and began to lick nipples and probe with our fingers. Just as after our previous meeting, Sharyn’s pussy was slippery and accommodating, hotter than before and with a creamier feel. I had two fingers in her pussy. When I removed them I could see thick, white fluid coating both fingers. Brian had obviously been saving up a load for this evening, and I’m immensely grateful he did. Rather than reaching for Lydia again, I got so very hard feeling Sharyn’s freshly fucked and cum-filled pussy that I couldn’t wait anymore. I moved on top of Sharyn and aimed my dick at the prize. It was totally amazing how easy my dick slipped into her perfectly. The sensation of all that cum just sloshing around my dick and all the way inside Sharyn’s pussy was driving me wild.
When I looked over to our host couple it was clear that Brian had much the same idea. He had recovered sufficiently from pumping so much cum in Sharyn, and now he was on top of Lydia obviously enjoying what I had done to his wife and feeling the evidence I left deep within her.
We met with them only one more time before my time stateside ran out and the ship set sail for WestPac. Sharyn and I didn’t have another swapping experience for several more years. I’ll write about that at a later date.
1972, Long Beach, California. She’s Sharyn. I’m Mick. She’s 18. I’m 21. She is an astonishingly cute girl about 5’2”, waist-length jet black hair, dark eyes and a tight body that screamed “fuckable”. I’m about 5’10”, slender, brown short hair as befitting my then-current status in society, easy enough on the eye according to certain discerning women.
I’m doing my Vietnam service through the US Navy, which has seen fit to assign me to a ship homeported in Long Beach, California. Sharyn and I arrive in Long Beach in January, only to find out the ship will set sail for a six-month deployment in May.
I’d like to say we were sexually inexperienced, but that isn’t entirely true. I’d sampled a few teen pussies in the previous three or four years. Sharyn permitted only me access to her hot spot for the first year or so of our relationship, all the way until I caught a plane for Orlando and boot camp. During my absence she was invited by her cousins (girls) to tag along on weekends for small-town, teenage adventures. They would frequently meet a pack of local boys, hop into available cars or trucks, head for the secluded “parking spots” and waste no time getting down to the sex business, as small-town teenagers are inclined to do. Sharyn was shy but compliant. All it would take to get her cooperation is for some new guy to snuggle up, slip his hand under her dress and finger away. After a few minutes of that, panties came off and the dick went deep. I know of at least three guys she fucked in the back seat of someone’s car, probably more than on one occasion each, but there may have been more.
I found out about this after coming home from boot camp. I threw a mild fit but eventually settled down and “forgave”. Soon we were back to normal and headed for the marriage alter. For about a year I’d have the occasional spontaneous flashbacks of jealousy, but I never expressed it to her. Instead I became skilled at sublimated the angst, which eventually began to produce an interesting effect. The hurt and jealousy gradually transformed into a type of excitement and curiosity. Rather than simmer and pout when I flashed on what was happening to her while I was away, I’d think about it and get hard. Soon I wondered what would it be like if I were nearby while she was getting fucked. I had read about “wife swapping”, and the idea began earning some serious interest from me. Seemed like the best way to get the thrill of seeing her get fucked -- as well has have some fun with another hot woman – was to get into wife swapping.
After we had settled into an apartment for the short stay in Long Beach, I raised the question one evening. I proposed we should “mature” our marriage by exploring sex with other couples simultaneously. As I half-expected, she didn’t greet the idea with enthusiasm, but I carefully applied gentle persistence over the next week or so until she half-heartedly agreed to seek out some interested couples and see what would develop.
No internet in 1972. The only way to get in contact with other couples was by perusing the “swingers” magazines, which could be found in coin-op news-boxes in front of chain restaurants, liquor stores and post offices throughout the larger California cities. I brought home a supply of magazines and set out to find our new playmates. We selected a few interesting couples and wrote letters. Then we waited. Seemed like months, but it was just less than two weeks when we received our first replies. We selected a couple in another part of the Los Angeles area, about an hour away. I had asked for a phone number in my initial letter, so we made contact the day the letter arrived and proceeded to set up the meet. Oh, boy! This was going to be fun!
Sharyn didn’t appear to be building enthusiasm, but this was pretty much how she reacted to most things. The good news was that in spite of the lingering reluctance, she didn’t try to make excuses to avoid going through with it. The following weekend we prettied ourselves, hopped in the car and drove about an hour to the other couple’s apartment, which turned out to be a rather flashy place, much more uptown than our meager, military-pay level of accommodation. This glamour of such a nice place was a bit off-putting and had the mild effect of making us both nervous.
The couple turned out to be a few years older, mid/late-twenties. Both from Central America, a white guy and black girl, both very attractive, both also a bit too aggressive. We shared a glass or two of wine and small talk. Soon the guy decided it was time to get the main show underway. Sharyn and he moved off to the bedroom; the host lady and I stayed on a generous sofa in the living room. Doing it in separate rooms wasn’t my preference. I wanted to see ALL the action, but at the time I was a bit too shy and insecure to make a fuss, so I said nothing. Bedroom door closed, and the paired-off players were on their own.
The black lady was sexy and not at all unfriendly, but I gradually developed the jitters. It wasn’t that I had any racial fears; it was just that I had never held a black woman before, not to mention an experienced “swinger”, so the doubt-devil in my head was telling me I wouldn’t know how to go about pushing the right magic buttons. Oh well; we began by traded kisses and gropes for a while, then I dived for pie. That turned out to be a good move, one she seemed to enjoy immensely. I applied tongue alternately to clit and to strategic areas of her labia and vagina, all the while trying to get my dick to stand at a respectable attention. I was on my way to building a better boner when the doorbell rang, a loud electronic gong positioned right over our heads. Turned out to be an unexpected visitor, her brother, whom she chatted in Spanish for a few minutes then brushed him off. Situation hopeless. I had wilted by then, and she lost interest. Damn. Never had that happen before and must never again!
We sat with another glass of wine and waited for Sharyn and the guy to emerge from the bedroom. After about another quarter hour, they came out in bath robes. Neither of them looked impressed, no more than did I and the host lady. The conversation was brief and polite. Somewhere along the way I heard the lady say to Sharyn “you know he had to finish, don’t you?”. Well, that gave it away. Apparently he had failed to produce much of a positive effect on Sharyn’s libido, so he gave up and decided to pump away until he released his load inside her. Mission accomplished, at least from his point of view, not so much for Sharyn.
Driving on the way home, I asked her about the experience. She wouldn’t give much detail, but she said he didn’t hurt or offend her in any way. It was just a bad match that didn’t work out for any of us (well, maybe the guy whose cum Sharyn had taken). When we got home, I got her panties off and proceeded to check the merchandise, expecting to find some evidence of the recent short-term occupation of her pussy. Turns out they had taken a shower before emerging from the bedroom, so my final disappointment of the night was ensured.
A week or so passed, and I get another batch of swingers’ magazines. We’d managed to live down the unfortunate experience with our first swap couple, and much to my surprise Sharyn agreed to try it again, however reluctantly.
A response letter arrived. A couple located a bit closer than the other folks were interested. They were closer in age, only a year or so older than me. The letter included a picture, which revealed a HOT blonde lady and a moderately stocky guy with dark hair and what was then called a “fu manchu” moustache. The picture of the lady surely grabbed my interest, while Sharyn appeared satisfied with the looks of the guy. The letter was jovial, reassuring and included a phone number.
That evening we called. First I chatted first with the guy, Brian, and then with the girl, Lydia. Turned the phone over to Sharyn, who carried out what seemed to be a nice conversation which, to my surprise, lasted much longer than she normally chats with strangers. We scheduled the meeting, this time at our place on the following Friday evening.
Early that evening Sharyn and I discussed way the event might proceed. When things warmed up, I’d take Lydia to the small bedroom while Sharyn and Brian would work out on the living room sofa. Again separate rooms, but we figured it would make the ladies feel less nervous, and I didn’t want a repeat of our experience with the other couple. The plan turned out to be entirely unnecessary for Lydia, who was naturally hot to go anytime, anywhere, damn the bedding arrangements! She probably would have stripped, grabbed my dick and sat on it right there in the living room, but I figured that might intimidate Sharyn and ruin another evening, so off to the bedroom we go leaving Sharyn and Brian to begin tugging at each other on the sofa.
Well, things went much better with this couple. Lydia and I hit it off well. Soon we were pounding away. She had a beautiful pussy covered with fine blond hair matching the topside locks. She writhed and moaned when I applied the tongue treatment to her pussy, and I took delight in prolonging the effort. Her clit was lightly hooded above a tightly rimmed labia, the clit giving my tongue a smooth, warm sensation each time I gave it a vertical lashing. Very little hair along each side of the labia, the few remaining strands short, fine and blonde. What an artwork to behold as I explored the area with my fingers and tongue, and of course eyes. In the mean time, Lydia has my dick in her mouth and is working it with the energy and devotion of someone who truly enjoyed the task.
Eventually we get down to insertion. Wow, what a sensation! I mean, fucking Sharyn and most other girls is wonderful, but this sensation of entering Lydia was remarkable, like a superbly warm and moist, silken collar fitted perfectly for my dick, imparting electric tingles of pleasure as it enveloped and massaged. Fortunately she was quick to cum in our first round, because I was unprepared for this novel sensation, and my cum-control didn’t last long. She was on bottom by then, missionary. When she began her orgasm, it propagated all the way through my body, making me plunge deep and release a respectable load of cum inside her, the smooth, magic sensation of her pussy now amplified by the slick semen within. A short rest and we were ready for a more detailed exploration of as yet uncharted territories.
After the second round, Lydia got up to get a glass of water. To do so, she had the pass by the living room where Sharyn and Brian were engaged in their own horizontal tango. Lydia came back into the bedroom with a big grin on her face and her hands clasped together, saying “they’re latched together just like THAT”.
That sent a new jolt along my sensitized parts, so I hopped out of the bed to get my own view of the action. Sure enough, Sharyn was lying on her back on the sofa, legs wrapped tightly around Brian’s hips, Brian hammering away at her. Sharyn wasn’t usually all that vocal, but I could hear her moaning, especially on the deep plunges and when he engaged in a bit of rabbitting. Oh, did I want to get a good look at how he was penetrating my cute wife’s little pussy, but the distance and angles were all wrong. In any case, it was stimulating enough just to stand there for a few minutes and watch my wife obviously enjoying another guys dick going deep along with the pleasant new moves he brought to the game. I was waiting to enjoy the sight and sounds of either Brian or Sharyn when they orgasmed, but Lydia grabbed my hand and almost dragged me back to the bed, where we launched into round 3 of rattle-the-bedposts. This time we did it slow and sensuous, starting with me on top. I tried a few pelvic moves which produced the desired effect. When I ground my pelvis into her, she pushed back in kind and moaned loudly. At one point she nibbled my ear and whispered “you’re so much better than Brian!”. Bet she said that to all the boys! Then again, maybe not.
Not long after we got started on round 3, Brian and Sharyn wandered into the bedroom. Perhaps they had seen Lydia and I standing in the doorway observing their performance, so they chose to return the favor. Lydia was perched in the cowgirl pose, me angled just enough to see the pair enter the room. Lydia’s backside was aimed at the door so she didn’t know there were watching, but they both got a good clear tail-end view of my dick slipping in and out of a very wet, hungry pussy. No one said anything. They stood there and watched silently for a while. Lydia and I carried on with our business, which lasted only a few minutes longer before Lydia let loose with an orgasmic moan, again prodded me put inside her the last remaining cum I had to offer that evening. Lydia fell forward and kissed me. By the time she rolled onto her back, Sharyn and Brian were gone. I mentioned to her that we had just given our own performance to a seemingly captivated audience. Smiling, she said surely we had given them a memorable show.
Lydian and Brian left our apartment that evening with an offer to do it again soon. Sharyn and I went straight to the bedroom. I wanted more than anything to fuck her and experience the thrill of a well-used, slippery pussy loaded with someone else’s cum, but she said she was worn out, and honestly so was I, in spite of my desire to sample the results of the evening’s efforts. So I had to settle for lying alongside her, slipping a finger into a relaxed, well-used and cum-filled pussy. What a sensation. I had felt her pussy after I had fucked her before, but this time the sensation seemed to be multiplied. Looser, hotter and very slippery. Knowing that I was feeling another guy’s cum in my wife was powerful and sensuous.
We chatted a bit as we lay there. I prodded her for details about her evening with Brian. She was never one to give much detail in her sex talk, but she proceeded to tell me about foreplay, massaging, finger penetration, and ultimately the feeling of having a new dick slip into her for the first time. I had failed to see the intimate contact between the other couple’s dick and pussy as Lydia and I watched them from the bedroom doorway, but later when they were standing near the bed watching Lydia and I, I got a glimpse of Brian’s dick. Unlike me, Brian was uncircumcised. Fairly large, even it it’s resting state, but probably not much larger than me. I would have been delighted to see that thing fully hard and piercing her pussy, but I had to settle for simply imagining how that thing was being driven and what it was doing to Sharyn as she narrated her evening’s experience.
The next week we got a call from them and an invitation to repeat the fun, but this time at their house. That day I got really worked up anticipating an even better experience than before. A little while leaving our place I wrestled Sharyn onto the bed and start fucking her, just a little “warm up” before the main event at their place. During the short play Sharyn signaled to stop by saying “hey, let’s save some for THEM!”, a statement I understood to mean she had really enjoyed being fucked by Brian in the previous encounter and now wanted to save her orgasms for HIS dick rather than mine. Fair request, I reckoned, so we got cleaned up and headed to their place.
We chatted over a few glasses of wine at a slow and comfortable pace entirely unlike our first encounter with the Central American couple. Right after we arrived we had paired of with each other’s spouse, so it was only natural to start the fun right there in the living room. Sharyn and Brian were locked together and kissing, as were Lydia and I. Brian and I slowly got the ladies undressed. I peeked at the undressing scene as I worked on Lydia, and it seemed Brian was doing the same thing almost in unison. It was really hot when it got down to bra and panties, seeing them peeled off to reveal the magic zones beneath. It struck me that I was getting my wish, or at least some of it. I was seeing in real-time a part of the process of Sharyn being warmed-up and fucked by another guy. I also got a clear view of Brian’s dick, the pleasure-plunger that was just minutes away from slipping into my wife’s very tight but surely by now soaking wet pussy. As I had imagined earlier, his dick appeared to be a bit longer than mine, but now that stood hard and proud prior to the imminent insertion into Sharyn’s pussy, I could see it was also a bit thicker. The foreskin was partially retracted showing a gleaming glans streamlined with the shaft. I understood why Sharyn wanted to save all her evening’s orgasms for that thing, which was noticeably different from my circumcised, decent-sized but otherwise standard-issue boner.
We paired off to separate rooms. Again not my preference, but they were the hosts tonight. Lydia and I got right down to business for a quickie first round. As we caught our breath, I told her I’d be more energized for the next round if I could first see Brian fucking Sharyn up close. Lydia winked and said “then let’s go!”
When we got to the other bedroom, Brian was already inside Sharyn and pounding away. This time they weren’t fused together; instead Brian supported himself above her with extended arms, which provided a reasonably good view of the action to all of us. Lydia and I didn’t start fucking right away. Instead we sat there and enjoyed the show, me fingering her very nice pussy while she had a firm grip on my dick, which was now as hard as it had ever been or might ever be!
Brian and Sharyn moved around a bit. A short set with Sharyn on hands and knees and Brian in back, poking her pussy doggie-style, then they settled into Cowgirl position with Sharyn on top and facing us. Perfect! I could get clear glimpses of Brian’s dick entering her and sliding out. Also I could get a direct, unobstructed view of Sharyn’s face, which revealed that she was enjoying one of the best fucks ever, mouth open, eyes closed and radiating pure pleasure, nipples standing proudly.
A bit more of this and her features began to change subtly, then more prominently. Her face began to tighten a bit, hip movements became faster and more pronounced, and she built up a sound I had never heard from her, a moan that rose in pitch and volume until it was almost a scream. Her hip motion stopped, her body began a vigorous shudder, then her hips jerked again once, twice and a third time that made her fall forward and collapse on top of Brian.
Brian rolled her over on her back and started fucking her earnestly. After a while, for some reason I felt the urge to ask “Brian, are you going to cum in my wife?”. That question must have been a trigger, because Brian answered with a drawn out “Yessssss”, as he raised himself on his outstretched arms, thrust forward hard into Sharyn’s pussy and began his own display of moaning and shuddering. Well, if that’s not a clue, I don’t know what could be. I was experiencing my dream. I was right there, full view only about three feet away as Brian let his dick complete its mission and fill my wife with what I hoped would be hot pulses of thick, white cum.
All four of us stretched out on the bed to savor the moment. Turns out Brian was as eager as I to find out what I’d done to the wife’s pussy, so each of us lay next to our own wives and began to lick nipples and probe with our fingers. Just as after our previous meeting, Sharyn’s pussy was slippery and accommodating, hotter than before and with a creamier feel. I had two fingers in her pussy. When I removed them I could see thick, white fluid coating both fingers. Brian had obviously been saving up a load for this evening, and I’m immensely grateful he did. Rather than reaching for Lydia again, I got so very hard feeling Sharyn’s freshly fucked and cum-filled pussy that I couldn’t wait anymore. I moved on top of Sharyn and aimed my dick at the prize. It was totally amazing how easy my dick slipped into her perfectly. The sensation of all that cum just sloshing around my dick and all the way inside Sharyn’s pussy was driving me wild.
When I looked over to our host couple it was clear that Brian had much the same idea. He had recovered sufficiently from pumping so much cum in Sharyn, and now he was on top of Lydia obviously enjoying what I had done to his wife and feeling the evidence I left deep within her.
We met with them only one more time before my time stateside ran out and the ship set sail for WestPac. Sharyn and I didn’t have another swapping experience for several more years. I’ll write about that at a later date.
Alma
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