Swap Consequences free porn video

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With the persistence of her husband and a friend, a
reluctant wife is finally persuaded to join a swap
group. All goes well at first, then events take an
unexpected turn. (MF, reluc, wife, voy, swing)

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"Why don't you just ask her?" Dave said,.

"I'm pretty sure she wouldn't go for it."

"I had the same problem when I approached Jean. Her
first reaction was no way. She wasn't about to become
involved in group activities. But I got her thinking
about it-the idea was planted, and one day she asked
for details, the people, where, when, what we would be
doing. And then I knew she was going to come around. A
meeting was set up-she was a little reluctant at first,
but when we got into it she found she was really having
a good time, and now she is a very enthusiastic
participant."

I said, "You know Karen is pretty straight-laced, she
doesn't fool around and it would be a tough job
convincing her to get involved in extra-marital sex.
She might get mad as hell that I would even be thinking
about involving her."

"Just plant the idea, don't push, let it germinate.
Maybe mention it again after she thinks about it some.
I could have Jean talk to her-tell her more about our
activities."

Finally I got the courage to broach the subject to
Karen. At first she was appalled-then angry. She said,
"I can't believe you would want us to get involved in
extra-marital sex!"

I said, "a lot of people are doing it these days, and
they seem to have fun with it. It isn't love-it's just
sex."

"How would you feel about another man having sex with
your wife?"

"I think I would be OK with that as I would be doing it
with some one else. As I said, it would be sex, not
love, and it could broaden our horizons."

After a couple of weeks I mentioned it again, and she
was still resistant to the idea. I talked to Dave and
told him it was time for Jean to approach her, and they
had lunch together. Jean told her exactly how it
worked. They were a group of six couples only and they
were all attractive and discreet and thoroughly vetted.
One couple had just moved out west so they needed a new
couple, and she thought we were ideally suited. Karen
asked for more information, and Jean told her they met
once a month at a predetermined location, and were
paired up by a draw.

Jean told her that when a new couple was introduced it
took the form of an initiation. The new couple drew a
name and they had sex with that person. Others did not
get involved at that point, only when the initiation
was over. Jean also told her that she was very
reluctant at first, but when they finally participated
she found she was having a great time. The variety of
sex, the variety of men was a huge turn-on, and she
looked forward to every meeting.

Karen asked her if there was any effect on their
marriage and Jean told her it just enhanced their sex-
they were having more fun then ever.

She was clearly getting interested. There was thing
that troubled her-Jean had not been very friendly since
my husband jilted her in favor of me. She mentioned it
and said, that she had gotten over it, and she was very
happy in her current marriage. That was a relief. Jean
was very persuasive suggesting that Dan and I should
try it, and if we weren't happy the way it was going we
could back out at any time. Finally Karen came around,
somewhat reluctantly, but knowing we could get out if
we wished was the clincher.

She had asked Jean if there were any ground rules, and
Jean said, only in the matter of clothing. For women
there was no panty-hose, and either skirts or dresses,
underwear being left to the person's discretion. The
men were to wear upscale leisure.

I was overjoyed-we were in, and I was looking forward
to the variety of sex that was now open to us. The
first meeting was two weeks away, and would be held in
a country home

As the day approached Karen was getting somewhat
apprehensive, but I was able to reassure her. That
evening we showered and dressed, Karen in some very
attractive sheer lacy nylon underwear, matching bra and
panties, a sheer half slip, and a clinging white dress
that outlined her beautiful figure, and came just above
the knees. She had started with sheer stockings and
garter belt-I could hardly keep my hands off her. She
was not relaxed, but after two cocktails she settled
down.

We were greeted warmly on our arrival, and introduced
to the other guests. Both the women and men were very
attractive, exactly as we had been led to believe.
However, my wife was a standout compared with the other
women, and she was very much appreciated by the men.
They did their best to put us at ease, and we very
finally relaxed, especially after more cocktails and
socializing.

"Showtime" said, a woman who was holding a bowl with
the men's names on slips of paper. Karen was asked to
reach up and draw a name, which she did, and a happy
and smiling man stepped forward to claim her. He took
her hand and drew her towards a door which opened into
the next room; she was reluctant but he was moving her,
and she looked at the audience and then at me, and I
nodded. They disappeared into the room and he shut the
door.

It was quiet. Then there was a rustling that sounded
like clothes coming off-then quiet again, and then we
heard my wife moaning softly, then more loudly, and I
assumed he was caressing her or stroking her. This
continued for awhile, an occasional gasp from her, and
I thought he must be getting close to entering her. The
audience seemed to think so, their eyes wide with
anticipation. She was groaning now, then a loud cry and
I knew he had entered her.

Suddenly I was not so sure that this is what I wanted-I
had mixed feelings, but it was too late now; he was in
her and he was going to fuck her, and judging by all
the moaning he was doing a good job of it. It was going
on for quite awhile with loud gasps from my wife. The
acoustics seemed to be very good. The woman next to
said, "he is really servicing her, listen to her."
Another one said, "when Joe is through the woman knows
she has been thoroughly fucked."

The audience was wide-eyed as they listened to the
sounds my wife was making. Her groans and cries
increased in volume and I thought he is going to make
her come. She gave a squeal, almost a shriek as she was
overcome with an obvious orgasm, which seemed to go on
and on. There were loud grunts from her partner as he
emptied his semen into the depths of her vagina.

I found I was aroused as I listened to the sounds of
them copulating-it was as if were another woman, and
not my own wife who was responding to the thorough
fucking she was receiving.

The woman next to me saw my condition and said, "Don't
worry. You are having the same response as other
husbands who see or hear their wives getting fucked by
another man. It is so erotic-another man servicing a
wife, and in such a competent manner. This is what
makes our meetings so much fun, women getting serviced
by other husbands, and husbands servicing other women.
It can't get any better than that-we love it. We love
the experiences."

It appeared to be over, and judging by the rustling of
clothes they were getting dressed. My wife appeared
first, her hair in disarray, moving unsteadily, her
face flushed as she viewed the audience. She was
obviously embarrassed, knowing that everyone had heard
her, heard how she responded to the intense fucking she
was receiving.

Now it was my turn. I drew the name from a dish and
good looking woman took my hand, leading me to another
room. We undressed, and I would like to say that we had
a long romantic fuck but we didn't-I was hardly in
before I ejaculated into her, and that was because I
was so aroused from hearing my wife.

Then there was a flurry of activity as the rest of them
were pairing off and finding open rooms. It was quite a
night, and as we drove home, each of us with our
thoughts and not saying much to each other.

Later we talked, and we each agreed that the experience
had been fantastic. I asked her for details, and
reluctantly she opened up. She said, she was nervous at
first, but with his caresses she loosened up. He
continued his caresses as he stripped her, placing her
on the bed, spreading her legs as he mounted her. She
said, he was large, very thick and when he began to
enter her he stretched her so much that she didn't
think she could take him, but he made sure she did. She
said, she felt like she was being ravished when he was
thrusting fully into her, stretching her more.

She said, "I felt like a rag doll as he moved me
around, and then he gripped my ass and plunged even
deeper, and I just went over the top. I could feel him
swelling in me, and I could feel him spurting against
my cervix., and that is when I came."

There was another issue that we had to address. We both
had solid careers and we decided that we wouldn't have
c***dren. Karen was having too many side effects with
the birth control pills so I had a vasectomy. We never
considered the consequences when we elected to
participate.

Karen said, "I didn't even think about it until he was
doing it to me, thrusting powerfully into me, and
suddenly I realized I was risking pregnancy. I knew it
wouldn't do any good to ask him not to come in me; it
was too late for that, and the knowledge that he was
going fill me with his semen and maybe inseminate me
was so erotic-it just added another dimension to the
thorough fucking I was getting, and at that point I
knew I was going to come.

I just gripped him with my legs as my climax went on
and on. I felt him spurt deep in my vagina, flooding my
cervix and entering my uterus. I don't keep track of my
periods and I hoped it was not a fertile time." We
found out it wasn't.

It was a month before we got together again, and we
both enjoyed it as much as the first time. We had great
experienced partners, and it was as much sexual fun as
we had I ages.

Another month passed, and this time was different.
There was a handsome black couple there; Jean explained
that they had been part of our group until they moved
away, and now they were back in the city for a visit,
and would be participating.

Karen was a little shocked that there was a black
couple present even though they were both good looking.
She had been brought up in the south and she still had
a good deal of prejudice, and definitely did not
include any black people in her social circle. There
was some socialization with a few drinks, and then it
was time for the draw.

The women drew first, and Jean started with Karen. Her
face went white as she looked at the name-it was Jeff,
the black man. She began to protest saying "Oh no!" She
was shocked and was standing rigid. Jean said, nothing
till the draw was completed for the women. Then it was
the men's turn and I drew the wife of the black man,
Cheryl.

Karen was refusing to participate until Jean gripped
her firmly by the arm and said, "no one refuses here-
you agreed to participate and that is what you are
going to do-we don't want to force you, but we will if
you don't follow the rules that you agreed to."

Karen sobbed at this point and said, "I didn't know
that there would be black people here." Jean said, "We
didn't know it till yesterday, and they are our guests
tonight." There were lots of smiles around as they
viewed my wife's predicament, and realized how
prejudiced she was. Both our black guests were smiling.

Jean took her arm saying "you get the master bedroom
tonight. She was resisting, but with the help of
another woman they pulled my struggling wife to the
master bedroom, beckoning Jeff to follow. Jean closed
the door on both of them. Then she asked all of us to
follow her. She led us to a large room next to the one
where Jeff and my wife were located.

Jean said, "And now a surprise," and she pulled aside
large curtains covering a huge one- way mirror showing
my wife with Jeff. Then she turned on a sound system
which allowed us to hear everything they said,, but
they couldn't see us.

Karen was tearful. As Jeff moved to her she said,
"Don't touch me!" And she backed away from him.

He said, "You're a spoiled prejudiced little bitch and
it's time to get a little discipline in your life." He
grabbed her arm, and sitting on the edge of the bed he
pulled her over his knees, ignoring her struggles,
holding her firmly. He reached down and gripped the hem
of her skirt and along with her slip pulled them up and
over her ass, exposing her sheer stockings attached to
a lacy garter belt, and then her lacy panties, exposing
her erotically.

He looked at her beautiful rounded ass and smiled. He
started a slow and deliberate spanking, his broad hand
landing firmly on her ass, my wife crying out each she
was struck. She struggled more so he lowered her
panties and began to spank her on her bare ass. He
didn't strike her hard but he humiliated her, being
handled like this, and by a black man who was
thoroughly enjoying himself at her expense.

She was sobbing now and pleading with him to stop, and
after a suitable amount of spanking- her ass was now
very red-he released her and she quickly got up pulling
her panties up. He audience was enjoying the scene,
their eyes shining with excitement.

She moved towards the door, and he said, "We're not
done here!" She backed away as he moved toward her,
"No, no more!" He ignored her pleas as he pulled her to
him, her back against his body. She was struggling but
he held her firmly, waiting till she tired from trying
to free herself, continuing to protest and pleading,
which he ignored.

He gripped the zipper at the top of her dress pulling
the zipper down below her waist, her dress falling
open. He quickly pulled the dress off her shoulders,
down below her waist till it fell in a heap around her
ankles. She began pleading again, "No! No! Please
don't!" But her pleading fell on deaf ears.

The next thing that joined her dress was her half slip,
and now she was standing only in her lacy bra and
matching panties, her beautiful legs now fully exposed,
encased in sheer nylon stockings attached to her garter
belt. It was incredibly erotic seeing her like this,
being held helpless by this man. The audience was
thrilled by the scene, but I was worried; I never
expected that this visit would turn out this way, but I
was told not to intervene.

The next thing to go was her bra, releasing her
beautiful firm breasts. Karen gasped, and tried to
cover her breasts with her hands, but he prevented it.
She sobbed and struggled again, but it was useless.
Finally she realized she couldn't free herself. She
stood still, and that was when he slowly removed her
panties, exposing her beautiful rounded ass, now clad
only in her garter belt, tears running down her face.

He said, "You can make this as hard for yourself as you
want, but you agreed to participate. You know the rules
here, so decide how it's going to be." He lifted her in
his arms and placed her on her back on the bed, holding
her down as she struggled to sit up. There wasn't much
she could do, and now he began caressing her breasts
with his fingers, then with his mouth and tongue.

Within moments he had her nipples stiff and very erect.
He continued and soon had her moaning; she couldn't
help herself. He continued stroking her body, her
thighs which she held firmly closed. In spite of her
resistance her body betrayed her. She was moaning
louder, unable to prevent what was happening to her
body by this masterful stud who was lifting her to
higher and higher levels of arousal.

At this moment he began stripping. Cheryl, his wife was
standing nest to me, and she said, wait till she
glimpses what is in store for her; when she sees the
cock on him she will really complain. Even I have a
hard time taking him sometimes, so I am always glad of
a rest when he finds someone else for awhile.

He finally was naked and even soft his cock was
impressive. My wife's eyes widened in disbelief when
she glimpsed this appendage. "Oh no! Please! I can't
take that!" Cheryl said, "He will make sure that she
does. It may take a little time to stretch her out, and
she may yell a lot but she will take it; Jeff never
fails."

He moved his hands to her body again, steadily stroking
and caressing her resisting body. She lay there
stiffly, but it wasn't long before she was responding
to him. She was unable to prevent her arousal by his
skillful hands. Her body was responding against her
will, and it was obvious to us as we observed how
flushed and trembling she was becoming. She pleaded
with him again, but she must have known that it was
useless. She was actually whimpering, waiting for the
inevitable.

She tried to resist as he began pressuring her thighs
open, but he prevailed, exposing her vaginal lips which
appeared pink and moist, gaping slightly. His hands
moved between her inner thighs. She flinched when his
fingers found her vaginal lips, lightly caressing her
there, moaning as he pressed the lips open, a gasp as
he found her clitoris, lightly stroking the delicate
bud. My aroused wife was moaning louder now, his
fingers working their magic on her clitoris and inside
the moist vagina.

By this time he was fully erect, and it was impressive,
very thick and very long. The audience was mesmerized
as they observed this, their eyes wide with excitement,
realizing what was in store for my moaning wife. His
fingers continued to bring her to higher and higher
levels of arousal, her flushed body trembling.

Finally, she lost all will to resist, and it was
obvious that she was surrendering to him. He spread her
unresisting legs wide and he mounted her, bringing his
rigid cock to her moist opening, moving it against her
lips, wetting the thick purple head, and slowly began
to push into her, her lips beginning to open to the
insistent pressure.

He continued the relentless pressure; she was groaning
now as she felt herself being stretched wider and
wider. She spread her legs fully and bent her knees up
to ease the pressure of his entry. Her vaginal muscles
were giving way, but still the head hadn't entered her.
It was only when he gripped her ass with both hands,
holding her steady, and pushing powerfully that the
head of his cock entered her, a loud scream from my
wife as she felt her cunt stretched to the maximum.

I didn't believe he could get that cock into her, but
he did, at least the head, and now he moved back and
forth in her, moving deeper and deeper, his thick cock
slowly disappearing into her, my wife groaning
continuously as he filled her. Another hoarse cry from
her as she was fully penetrated, impaled with this huge
black cock. There was a collective gasp from the wide-
eyed audience.

He proceeded to fuck her with authority, his cock now
wet with her juices. He moved in and out of her
stretched vagina, now thrusting powerfully, Karen
crying out continuously with the remorseless pounding
she was receiving.

It was clear that he was nearing his climax-she must
have felt his cock swelling even further as he gripped
her hips again, plunging fully into her as his
throbbing cock emptied into the depths of her cunt.
This triggered her own orgasm, and she screamed, her
body in spasm as she was overwhelmed with the intensity
of her release, her legs clutching him as she cried out
again and again.

Finally they disengaged, Jeff moving beside her. They
just lay there for awhile, Karen making an effort to
get up, but he held her and began caressing her again.
She felt him hardening against her thigh, and she said,
"no more! I can't take any more!" With that she quickly
pulled her panties on. Cheryl said, "I think he is
going to do it to her again-he is always up for
seconds, especially with a white wife as beautiful as
yours."

He was fully erect as he rolled her on her stomach and
lifted her hips up, holding her ass in the air, and
pressing her head and shoulders down to the bed. He
stood behind her, pulled her panties to her knees, and
spread her thighs as he held her beautiful rounded ass.
She was whimpering again, but again she was helpless,
and he easily handled her. He pressed his cock between
the gaping lips of her cunt and began to enter her,
this time more easily than the last time since he had
already stretched her out completely.

She cried out again as he impaled her fully. He held
her hips firmly as he began a steady and powerful
fucking of her stretched vagina, her breasts swaying
with each thrust. It was incredibly erotic watching him
fucking her on her hands and knees, her stocking clad
legs spread, her panties at her knees, submitting to a
black man in this position. The audience was aroused by
this spectacle, a huge black stud servicing a beautiful
white wife in this manner, like an a****l. Watching him
fucking her this way we could easily see his thick wet
cock thrusting in and out, her vaginal lips stretched
tightly around him.

I was unable to prevent my own arousal-Cheryl noticed
and reached down and released me. She was smiling as
she gripped me, saying "you are responding just like
I've seen other husbands when they see Jeff servicing
their wife. He is really sticking it to you as well as
sticking it to your wife. He relishes the power over
you both.

There is no more erotic sight than a well-endowed black
stud thoroughly fucking a helpless white wife and
filling her with his sperm. Knowing the husband is
watching him perform on his wife, bringing her to a
wrenching climax in front of him, and maybe even making
her pregnant is a real trip for him. He's feels
empowered. He loves doing the same thing to white wives
that white men did to black women in slavery days. It's
now black peoples turn, taking every opportunity to
fuck proud white women, and reduce them to quivering
jelly, leaving them naked and thoroughly fucked. It
doesn't get better than that."

He was now thrusting into her more powerfully, and I
knew he was close to coming. Karen was groaning louder
and I wondered if she would climax again. My question
was answered as she gave a loud cry, her body shaking
as she was rocked by an orgasm that went on and on.
Jeff was groaning-he pulled her hips fully onto to him,
impaling her as he erupted into her cervix and uterus,
filling her again with his semen. The thought that he
might be impregnating her was overwhelming. I was so
weak that I almost collapsed.

It was the most erotic experience of my life, and the
fact that he was doing it to my own wife did nothing to
lessen my incredible arousal. Cheryl stroked my erect
cock faster and I erupted into the air, unable to
prevent my release by her skillful hands.

Karen collapsed on the bed, finally rolling on her
back, her legs open, semen coating her lips and matting
her public hair. She began sobbing, tears running down
her cheeks. I think it was because she had been
controlled by this black man, spanked, stripped, and
humiliated by him, finally opening her legs and taking
that huge cock into her. And also because he forced her
body to respond to his fucking, to where she lost all
control, and not just once. She had been mated
thoroughly, her body responding to the point where she
had the most powerful and prolonged orgasms of her
life. I think this was why she was breaking down now.

Finally she pulled herself together and slowly began
dressing. When she was dressed Jeff took her arm and
guided her to the room where we were all gathered. When
she saw all of us there, and the mirror that allowed us
to see everything, she was horrified. Her mouth fell
open and she let out a screech and covered her eyes.

The smiling couples who were paired quickly disappeared
to various rooms. I was left trying to comfort my
sobbing wife, a wife that was quickly becoming angry
when she realized I had also seen what happened to her
and did not intervene.

Jean and others were present when we were getting ready
to leave. My wife said, "We aren't coming back again!"

Jean said, "I know you're not coming back again because
we don't want you back now that you've been taught a
lesson. You remember how your husband jilted me for
you? Well I didn't forget and this is pay-back time.
And I set it up so that you would be serviced by a
black stud since I knew how prejudiced you are about
black people. And you are a little too proud for us-you
needed to be brought down, and you were. And one more
thing, a couple of cameras taped the whole thing, and
we also have the audio, so if you don't want wide-
spread distribution of this you will never say anything
about this night."

"We all saw how thoroughly you got fucked and did you
ever climax, and by a black man. How did it feel with
that big black cock inside you, but we know how it
felt-we saw it and you will never be same the after
that experience. Also your husband saw it all and was
he ever excited-you should have seen Cheryl getting him
off as he watched you getting serviced." She was
gloating now that she had realized her goal.

Jean wouldn't allow Karen to use the bathroom to clean
up. She said, "I don't want you to clean up any of his
sperm; we want that to soak into you. Hopefully you
will get pregnant from this black stud. I certainly
hope so."

We left and on the way home the recriminations began.
She said, "How could you have watched and done nothing?
And you came while he was doing to me, your own wife-
fucking your own wife right in front of you and coming
in me. How did you feel when you saw him spurting his
semen into me? Did the fact that I was being fucked by
a black man make you more excited?"

"I couldn't help it. I never knew that I would get
excited watching another man doing it to you. I was
surprised by my own response; Maybe I could have
controlled myself but Cheryl got my cock out and was
working on me as I was watching you and I lost it."

"I can't believe I was taken like that, and by a black
man. I couldn't help myself either; I never thought
that I would ever be lying under a black stud with my
legs spread and a huge cock in me. He really did it to
me-I was humiliated being taken like that-humiliated
because he made me come. And humiliated by submitting
to him on my hands and knees and coming again, unable
to control myself."

Then she said, "how did you feel when you saw that big
cock in me from behind and with my panties at my knees-
you must have had a great view of that cock going in
and out of me; I certainly felt it when he erupted. I
could feel him swelling even more as he ejaculated into
me.

I never thought about pregnancy until I felt him
swelling, knowing he was getting ready to climax in me.
And then I thought I might get pregnant by him, and
suddenly that thought sent me into space and I gripped
him with my legs as I felt him spurting into me, and I
know his sperm was entering my uterus. It was primitive
and raw, taken by a black man, lying under him as he
fucked me so powerfully, surrendering to him, helpless
as he used me and had his way with me."

She began sobbing as she relived the scene. I
visualized the scene also and I began to get an
erection as I pictured Karen on her back with her legs
spread wide, her stocking clad knees bent up and taking
that huge black cock into her, hearing her cries and
groans as he serviced her so competently, her scream as
she came when she felt him swelling and pumping his
semen into her uterus.

She reached over and felt my erection and said, "you're
getting excited again thinking about how he fucked me!
Maybe you would like to watch him doing it to me again.
He might come into town for seconds. Shall I check with
Cheryl-she doesn't seem to mind him fucking other women
as long as they are white and married. She gets a big
kick watching him service some white bitch and maybe
making her pregnant.

She said, Jeff did get a few white wives pregnant, and
he really enjoyed it when he planted some horns on some
smug husband. He is empowered, and he enjoys sticking
it to the husband while actually sticking it to his
wife. And speaking of sticking his semen is sticking to
my thighs and my cunt. I'll never get all of it out of
me." Fortunately she didn't get pregnant.

So our sex life improved, and of course the reason for
it was because we were both fantasizing about that
eventful night. Karen was remembering again how she had
been taken and used so thoroughly by a black man, how
her body had betrayed her, how she had climaxed on his
huge cock. And I was reliving the powerful image of her
submitting to him, his thick wet cock plunging steadily
into her stretched vagina till he emptied his semen
into her unprotected uterus.

***

The next thing that happened was the arrival of a tape
complete with audio of the whole episode. Replaying
that tape got both of us so aroused that we stripped
and fucked while watching the tape, reliving the scene.
Jean knew it would excite us, and it did every time.

END