Fair Exchange
By HotJeannie ã 2008
“I see the way you react to Derek and how you two flirt all the time, so why don’t we see if we can start something, huh?” My husband said as we sipped our drinks on the patio.
“Sure—so you can finally get hold of Nancy’s tits like you’ve been dying to do since we moved into the neighborhood.”
We were both right. We’ve been married for almost 10 years and the edges were beginning to fray. My name is Jean. The sexual flint wasn’t sparking much any more between Rich and me. We were childless and bored, and lately have been talking divorce. When the subject of seeing others came up, we both thought of swinging as an alternative. Maybe it was simply nerves but we hadn’t pursued anything yet. Our only real discussions have been about our neighbors, and that’s what led to our conversation about Derek and Nancy today. They were an older couple with a sixteen-year-old daughter. Derek was a lawyer with charisma and a quick wit who always said the right things to me. Though he was much older, with gray at his temples, it was no secret I was attracted to his tall, rugged handsomeness and lean masculinity, especially since I was a rather petite lady—I liked them tall and lanky, though Rich was of average height.
Derek’s wife was an enigma. She was the same age as her husband but somehow you always thought she was younger. At times she was cool and aloof; as if she was above it all, then later she’d display the fun-loving—almost silly—demeanor of a teenager in social situations belying her intelligence and business acumen. She was a slim yet curvaceous brunette with double D’s I always believed were surgically enhanced. I never saw Rich overtly flirt with Nancy or anything like that, but I knew he often ogled her spectacular breasts so I assumed the allure began there.
“So, who’s gonna broach the subject?” I asked.
Rich agreed he would introduce the idea to Derek when they played golf the following weekend. He assured me that he would be tactful, yet we both believed Derek’s flirting with me signaled he would go for it, and perhaps convince Nancy accordingly.
After their round of golf on Saturday morning, Rich told me that Derek at first was reticent, but eventually agreed that I did turn him on and he would be amenable to the concept of swinging with us. He wasn’t sure about Nancy but admitted to Rich that the two of them had discussed swinging themselves. The plan was to have a poolside get-together at their house that evening, and then later when their daughter Heather went out with friends we would see where things went.
All afternoon I vacillated. Flirting with Derek was one thing, but could I let him fuck me? Could I accept knowing Rich was fucking Nancy? I wasn’t sure. I often imagined Derek’s self-assured confident manner would translate well to the bedroom and he would be an excellent lover. On the other hand, though Rich was extremely virile he could also be selfish in bed, not always attending to my needs. My decision was clear when I chose the yellow bikini to wear later. The yellow one was my skimpiest, emphasizing my golden hair and pointed breasts. The bra fabric was thin and allowed my normally hard nipples to be prominently displayed. My ass still looked good in it. I guess I was saying “yes” to the evening’s adventure.
Relaxing by their pool in the late afternoon sun, Nancy and Derek appeared as edgy as I felt. It was hard to really relax with the anticipation of what may follow. What added to the early tension was Heather’s presence by the pool. Her suit was all strings and little fabric. She seemed to relish the way Rich was looking at her as much as it bothered me. Her fifteen-year-old body was firm and as sinewy as her father’s. Her wavy hair was reddish-brown with blonde highlights and her barely covered breasts were small yet conical, proudly standing tall as mine did when I was her age. Alas, as someone once said: Youth was wasted on the young. I admit I was a bit surprised she was even there considering what we were planning, but they did say she was going out later. Nancy looked good in her bikini. Though a bit wide in the hips her large breasts would keep men from looking lower anyway. As usual, my flamboyant husband wore tight Speedos that accentuated his package. Derek was different; he wore baggy board shorts that draped low on his lean hips like teenagers wore them.
We talked about nothing in particular, drinking various cocktails in some level other than moderation. I kept noticing the unusual interplay between mother and daughter. Nancy would occasionally touch Heather in a way that would suggest she was a lover rather than a parent. Perhaps it was the liquor affecting my observation, I mused. It wasn’t until Heather left poolside that Rich turned his attention to Nancy, and she to him. They moved the lounge chairs closer to each other’s and their conversation grew hushed.
Derek took his eyes from his wife and turned toward me. He looked surprisingly sheepish as he spoke. “Jean, you look amazing in that bikini . . . not that you don’t look amazing all the time.”
“Thanks, Derek . . . I wore it especially for you.”
This man who always looked so self-assured—so “together”—now looked like a nervous teenager on his first date. This endeared him to me even more. I said to him, “You know, we don’t have to do anything . . . we don’t have to follow the plan if you don’t want to.”
He was looking over at his wife and Rich. Nancy’s top was off already and they were beginning to kiss. Derek looked stricken.
He didn’t want to make eye contact as he spoke. “Aw, shit . . . Jean, you . . . look always . . . I mean, I’ve always . . . admired you . . . you’re a fabulous, beautiful woman . . . but maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.”
I didn’t agree. Sitting by the pool looking at him struggle made me want him more than ever. “Why don’t we go in and freshen up our drinks, okay? We don’t need to be out here no matter what happens.”
I stood and offered my hand to Derek. We walked hand-in-hand into their house like dating teens, making our way to the bar and mixing more drinks. The way he looked at me got my juices flowing. My pussy was wet and my nipples tingled; looking down at them I saw they were quite obvious, poking at the thin fabric of my top like two steel rods.
“Kiss me,” I demanded. He put his glass on the bar and took me in his arms. Instead of meeting my inviting lips, he instead began kissing my neck and nibbling at my ears. His hands were at my back, softly caressing my tingling skin. His hot breath sent chills down my spine. I thought: this man knows what he’s doing and is going to take me places I’ve never been. Instead of untying my suit top as I expected he would, Derek’s lips remained against my neck and his hands on my back and shoulders until he began flicking the tip of his tongue against my earlobe. My knees nearly buckled. I’ve never felt so wet, so ready.
“Oh . . . God!” I moaned.
He pulled away slightly to look into my eyes, and smiled, whispering “I guess you like that.”
I pounced and ground my lips into his. Tongues and teeth collided. His fingers were meshed with my hair as we kissed like there was no tomorrow. I felt the heat emanating from his body and I was ready to surrender to that heat.
“Where?” I whispered hoarsely as I caught my breath from our frantic kissing.
He effortlessly lifted me into his arms and carried me to a bedroom. We kissed as he walked. I could see the room was impersonal so I assumed it to be a spare bedroom. Maybe he would be too affected by it if we fucked on his and Nancy’s bed, I wondered. He surprised me more by still not trying to remove my suit as we fell atop the queen-sized bed; we simply kept kissing.
He slowly pulled his lips from mine and said, “Whew, I haven’t kissed anyone like that in years. Damn, I’m hard!”
“How hard IS that?” I asked playfully, reaching into his board shorts. Oh my God, I thought, he was really big; a lot bigger than my husband.
I must have gasped, for he reacted with a chuckle, and said “I guess that means I won’t be nervous about my size.”
I moaned “Nooooo” as I tugged at his shorts trying to remove them.
Derek chuckled again and said, “Uh-uh, I gotta see yours if you’re gonna see mine.”
Our lips joined anew as he reached behind me and untied the strings of my bikini top. In a romance novel I’d be ‘aflame with passion’ but as he slowly teased my aching nipples I was more a bitch in heat, ready to be fucked. I yanked on his shorts and lowered them down his legs. His unencumbered cock sprung out to touch my thighs and I swooned. He was not only much longer than Rich but thicker too. I grew wetter, if that was possible. He lazily ran his lips down my belly until he was at the waist of my bottoms. He slipped his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled what remained of my suit off.
He groaned when he saw my shaved pussy. “Oh Jean, you look like a ten-year-old down there,” before he started kissing my mons and labia.
I croaked “and how do you know what a ten-year-old’s looks like?” But he was too busy to respond to my attempted humor and I wasn’t going to interrupt him.
He was a superb cunnulinguist, occasionally whispering between licks how pretty my pussy was and how wet I was and how good I tasted. His lips and tongue were getting me there fast. God, Rich never ate me like Derek was doing. Derek was slow and sensuous, like he WAS (literally) eating me, savoring every nibble, every taste. I wasn’t a screamer, though when I came I never felt cheated. This one I sensed would be different: a roaring in my ears, a vibration starting deep in my bowels and radiating outward in every direction, a hot-lava glow in my veins I’ve never felt before.
I screamed.
Derek groaned and sputtered, “Oh my,” and “Oh God, Jean.”
Evidently I juiced up his mouth pretty well with my explosive climax. I could hardly speak after the unexpectedly intense orgasm, but I managed to sputter “Ooooh Derek, that was . . . Goddddd!” as a late spasm passed through me.
He moved up to lay beside me and said with a small chuckle, “I don’t think I’m up there with the Almighty, but I’m glad you liked that.” His hazel eyes sparkled as he gazed into mine. “Jean, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.” He lightly ran some fingers through my hair splayed out on the now-sweaty pillow. “I still can’t believe I’m in bed with you right now.”
His splendidly hard cock told me everything I needed to know. I whispered, “Then make the most of it . . . make love to me.”
I spread my legs for him as he eased between my ready thighs. Tall and lanky Derek loomed above my petite form as he teased his cockhead at my wet labia. I opened even more for him as a flower opens yearning for the rays of the morning sun. I must have moaned, for he whispered “Ssshhh” and lifted himself away from my aching pussy. Was he teasing me? I got my answer when he next lifted a bed pillow and, raising my ass ever so gently, placed it under me to give his target—my dripping pussy—a better angle of attack. This time when he got between my legs the head of his cock slipped easily between my folds and into my vagina. His first thrusts were not thrusts at all, but small tantalizing incursions that got my hips moving, trying to pull him into my depths. I wanted to be fucked. He wanted to make love. Dammit, he could take me any way he wanted by this time.
His eyes bore into mine as he slid a few inches into me and back out again in a teasing rhythm, doing this seven or eight times before all at once pushing his full, glorious length into me. He kept that pace: several small, corkscrew-like thrusts followed by one or two deep ones, all the while staring hypnotically into my eyes, that boyish half-smile still on his face.
God, this was going to be a biggie. The roaring was back in my ears and I felt a flutter in my belly begin as he kept at it—a few short strokes then a few long ones. Out of nowhere the flutter became an earthquake as my whole body shook.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnggg” I screeched as his pace quickened.
Between his ever-louder grunts—his thrusts now all deep and long—I detachedly heard my surprising cry of climax. I wailed like I’ve never wailed before as he kept pounding into me. My vagina walls spasmed violently around his shaft, so I felt him begin to cum even before he uttered an orgasmic moan of his own. He was an intense cummer, his head thrown back as he buried himself deep within me and shook several times. Before pulling out, he gazed into my eyes once more and we both knew that wasn’t the last time he would fuck me.
I was in my own world of total satisfaction, so I wasn’t thinking of what Rich and Nancy were doing.
. . . meanwhile
“I wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch those two go at it,” Nancy said as we watched Jean and Derek walk into the house.
I wasn’t that focused on my wife just then with two perfectly beautiful melons begging to be caressed right in front of me. I was certain Nancy was ready to play but it did bother me she was paying more attention to the departing duo than to me. “Don’t worry about them; they’re grown-ups . . . like us,” I said. My hand went to the nearest tit and she looked back at me and smiled.
“Shit, my husband’s wanted to fuck your Jeanie for ages, and now he’s gonna get his chance. You better be ready ‘cause she’s gonna love it—he’s a great cocksman,” she said with a crooked grin. “Speaking of grown-ups, what do you think of Heather? She’s grown up really fast, hasn’t she?”
What the fuck? She must have seen me checking out her daughter earlier and now I’m busted. “Ah, er, yeah, she looks cute,” I lamely answered, trying not to think about what she said regarding her husband and my wife.
“‘Cute’ my ass, Richard! I bet if she was here right now instead of me, your cock would already have broken out of that ridiculous tight suit of yours.”
“Hey, what’s so ridiculous about this suit? You don’t like what you see?”
She laughed heartily and said, “Don’t get all huffy . . . I like what I see, and I’ll let you fuck me, but only because of the exchange agreement.”
“Exchange agreement?”
“Yeah, it’s all your idea anyway. Derek gets to have the fuck of his dreams, so I have to hold up my end of the bargain.”
“So that’s all I am, some obligation?” I sputtered.
“Oh, poor Richie, you don’t understand, do you? I prefer women, plain and simple. Derek and I have good sex but it’s not what I lust after. Let’s say I have, ahem, a few girlfriends in town to take care of my needs. He’s understood since the day we were married and he’s okay with it, so that’s why I said what I did about watching them . . . my God, he’s wanted your wife since the first time he met her and now he’s gonna have the fuck of his life with your sweet little honey. I wish I could have a piece of her too, she’s so hot.”
I didn’t know what to say. But hell, I was going to fuck her anyway, and everything else be damned, I thought. “Let’s go inside and get more . . . intimate . . .”
Gloriously topless, her unencumbered tits swaying so magnificently, she led me to what looked like their master bedroom, where she casually slipped off her bikini bottoms and slid on top of the bed. I was out of my suit in no time. My cock was standing straight up and vibrating like a tuning fork I was so horny.
She spread her legs and cooed, “Well, what are you waiting for? Your stick looks ready to shift.”
I was on her (and in her) in a flash. She wasn’t very active but was making the encouraging “Ooohs” and “Aaahs” as I slid back and forth into her. Her eyes remained closed. Just as I was beginning to increase my rhythm, a voice spoke up behind me, which damned near gave me a heart attack.
“You have a nice ass, you know that?” I stopped to look dumbstruck at Heather who was standing in the doorway wearing her bikini again. When did she get back home? Looking at her mother, she said, “I guess this is why you wanted me out of the house. Where is Dad fucking Jean? . . . I hope it’s not in MY room?” Her words were not in anger but said with an enigmatic smile on her lips.
After a short pause looking at me with my wilting cock stalled halfway into her mom, Heather said “You DO have a great ass, Mr. Adams. I’ll be out in the pool if you’re looking for me.” As she turned away I wondered if the last was for my benefit or her mother’s. My cock got hard again thinking of her luscious young body.
“You don’t have to finish for my benefit,” Nancy said. “I guess the exchange could be my daughter instead of me.” She laughed and added “She does think you’re hot, you know? She has told me she thought of seducing you sometime . . . she’s quite the nymphomaniac . . . fucks EVERYBODY, so she says.”
“You’re shitting me, right? This is some kind of gag everyone’s playing on me, isn’t it?”
“You didn’t hear it a while ago, did you?” She asked while I pulled out from between her legs, puzzled as ever. “Your wife’s scream? . . .”
“What?”
“I think I’ve heard your wife scream twice while we’ve been in here—might have been three times—is she usually that loud with you? I mean, Derek can have that effect on women, he’s that good . . . gets them screaming and squirting like it’s their first time.”
“C’mon, what are you getting at?” I answered her obvious taunt, since I knew Jean wasn’t a screamer.
“I told you I’d rather be with a woman. Derek and I have an arrangement where we sometimes have threesomes with nice ladies, or I let him have some fun while I watch, that’s how I know.” She laughed and then said, “He didn’t want to share Jean with me; he wanted her all to himself.”
I didn’t believe her. I lost my interest in Nancy and was ready to fuck her daughter instead. Nancy read my mind and urged me off the bed. “Let’s go out to the pool,” she said while putting on a silk kimono as I put back on my Speedos. In that hushed light just before dusk I saw Heather wading in the pool. She was topless, her firm, upright breasts proudly displayed above the waterline.
“You coming in?” She asked, putting the emphasis on “coming” so I’d have no doubt of the double entendre.
Nancy stood at poolside and watched as I dove in and swam to Heather. When I got to her we made some small talk about the pool water and the recent weather. The look in her eyes was clear. My cock grew hard again. I paid no further attention to Nancy.
“You do want me, don’t you? She cooed as she felt my erection. All I could do was nod. “I think you’ll do . . . mmmmm, I thought you’d be bigger.”
“Bigger? Not big enough?” I sputtered. “How big have you had?”
She twisted her lips like she was thinking hard, and raised both hands to indicate a span of about 8 inches between them. “Maybe this long,” she said, while opening the distance a couple of inches, stopping somewhere between 10 and 11 inches.
“You’ve had one THAT big?” I stupidly babbled.
She smiled. “Don’t worry . . . like I said, I love your ass and I bet you know what to do with what you’ve got . . . and I won’t bite . . . so let’s go,” she said as she reached below the water line and felt my erection again through the swimsuit. “Ooooh” she added.
We waded to the ladder and climbed out of the pool. She was up the ladder first so I got a great preview of her perfect ass. She took me by the hand and we walked into the house. I had a momentarily troubling flashback thinking of seeing my Jean and Derek walking the same way earlier. I hope she’s okay, I thought, but it was only a momentary thought as my attention returned to the teenager who was leading me to her bedroom. Her room was unsurprisingly girlish, pink with the requisite stuffed animals and heartthrob posters on the wall. What wasn’t girlish was the young woman who casually kicked aside her bikini bottoms and moved up on tiptoes to kiss me. My suit was already off. She was athletically lean but not skinny; my hand on her ass contacted tight, firm flesh. My chest contacted equally tight firm flesh as her tits rubbed against me. Her tongue sensuously explored my mouth as only an expert could. Obviously she knew what she was doing. My cock vibrated against her tight abs, and this I could tell wasn’t lost on her either.
Like I thought a second ago, this girl knew what she wanted. “Eat me first,” she growled as I was spreading her legs. I wouldn’t argue. I buried my face in her—I would normally say ‘muff’ but her hairless pink perfection was hardly that—and did as I was told. When I sucked on her clit she groaned deeply and pushed her hips out to mash her vulva against my lips.
I doubted that anything about this day could surprise me now, but when Nancy spoke out behind me—“Oh yes, she likes it like that, yesssss”—it could have been my second chance for that aforementioned heart attack.
Heather moaned “Don’t stop” at my hesitation. Her naked mother approached the bed and lay down next to her as I kept licking and sucking. Nancy whispered to me “She’s not like her mom. She won’t cum for a man like that . . . she needs cock.” Heather’s response was a faint “Yes” as she lifted her legs higher and wider. My cock was more than ready to accept her invitation.
Sweet Jesus, she was so fucking tight! As lubricated as she was, I could barely slide into her teen vagina. Have I ever fucked a girl that tight in my entire life? Why I thought of condoms at a time like that I’d never know, but as if reading my mind Nancy whispered “It’s okay, she’s on the pill.” Wow, not only horny, but I’m transparent too!
No matter how hard I wanted to be the super-lover and go slowly into heaven, I couldn’t. I fucked her like a teen virgin would fuck his first girlfriend. I pounded into her as much as her tight fit would allow until I felt the tell-tale tightening in my balls. When I came, Nancy and Heather were kissing so I didn’t hear any vocal signal from Heather to indicate the ‘progress’ of her arousal. I didn’t care: I pumped and pumped and emptied myself deep in her fleshy vise before I collapsed onto the bed beside Heather and opposite her mom. They kept kissing. I could hardly believe what I had experienced and come to learn about this unusual family this afternoon and evening.
Spent, my mind wandered to thoughts of Jean and Derek.
. . . meanwhile
“Yessssssss, Yessssssssss, Yessssssssss!” I chanted as for the third time Derek was thrusting into my wanting pussy, this time doggie style. He was touching—figuratively and literally—places I’ve never been touched before. Had I ever thought sex could be this glorious before now? I lost track of how many times my body contracted today in that beautiful spasm we lamely call ‘orgasm’ but each one turned out to be better than the last.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” I screamed and screamed and screamed. He probably didn’t have much seed left but what he had he pumped into the suction of my climaxing vagina.
We lay there sweaty and exhausted. “Have I died and gone to heaven?” A breathless Derek muttered.
I stacked up words in an unsteady pile before I spoke, so amazingly fulfilled from the best sex of my life. “You . . . you are fantastic . . . whoa, I’ve never cum liked that before. You knew what I needed, I guess; damn, you’re good!”
“YOU’RE what I’ve needed my whole life. You may not believe this but I’ve thought about you, wanted you, from the first time we met. Maybe I’ve been obsessed with you, so like I said, I’m in heaven!”
I looked deeply into his eyes, and once more an electric charge went up and down my spine. I wanted to fuck him again. “But, Nancy?” I asked.
He explained their marriage arrangement. I was shocked. With anyone else it would’ve sounded like so much bullshit but his sincerity was clear. He loved his wife in his own way, but her lesbianism was beginning to be too much for him to handle. He’d already confessed his long-standing desire for me, so I confessed my feelings about him, and how today truly was the best sex I’d ever had. His smile was golden.
“Then you’ll stay the night . . . yes?”
I hadn’t come close to thinking along those lines. Stay overnight? I figured we’d swap spouses, get our jollies, and then go home. For a brief moment I thought of looking for Rich, but my surprisingly-yet-to-be-satisfied pussy was yearning for more of Derek.
I croaked “Yesssss” but said I’d feel better about it if I checked with Rich first; and besides, I needed to piss real bad. I borrowed a robe that was in the closet and went off in search of my husband and the loo, not necessarily in that order. While sitting on the toilet, I heard grunts and groans from what sounded like downstairs. Rich and Nancy were getting it on, I guess. I’ll wait until they sound like they’re done before I make an appearance.
I listened to an orgasmic wail interspersed with my husband’s recognizable grunts as I crept toward the stairwell. Looking down, I saw two bodies in motion, in the same doggie position Derek had just taken me. That wasn’t Nancy Rich was pounding into. Oh shit, he’s doing Heather! Her head was back, her mouth open as she cried out in pleasure. My husband came just then—I could see his tight ass cheeks spasm even in the dim light. Considering what Derek just told me about him and Nancy, I wasn’t as shocked as I could have been to see that their daughter somehow became entangled in the swap plan. Damn, she was only fifteen! —but could she cum! She was still wailing and whimpering as Rich finished emptying his load into her obviously willing (and obviously experienced) hole.
I really didn’t know whether I should be angry, or simply accept what’s happening below me as an inevitable consequence of our mate-swapping plan. I turned to slink back to the bedroom when a whisper froze me in my tracks.
“They look like a natural couple, don’t they?” It was Nancy, wearing nothing but a smile.
I gave her a “Sssh” and pulled her down the hallway toward an open door that appeared to be the master bedroom. “You okay with my husband fucking your daughter?”
“Of course I am, silly. Heather can make her own decisions on who she fucks.” She smiled and added, “Your Rich may not be hung, but he IS a fucking machine. I must say the man has great stamina.”
“So, you’ve had your turn?” I asked.
“You could say that . . .” she answered as she moved closer to me and insinuated a hand inside my robe. “Though I’d rather have a turn with you, my dear.” Her hand moved from my tummy up to cup a breast. “But I think you’d rather go again with my hubby, yes?”
That would have been my answer, but she had the power—pheromones maybe? —and I was under her spell, as my robe fell away and she took me. She kissed me, licked me, felt me, fingered me, and practically inhaled me. While I was heading to another orgasm, she murmured things like “How many times did you cum with Derek?” and “I bet he’ll be talking about this day forever” and “this deal is working out real well.”
“Aaaaaaaaaahooooooooohhhhhhhuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh” I screamed. When I did, Nancy turned into a maniac, humping her body against mine in a parody of some exotic dance. I hadn’t touched her but I thought she was climaxing anyway. Amazing!
“Oh God, Jean, you’re even more beautiful when you cum!” Nancy cried.
I was so focused on the wavelets of bliss still pulsing through my body that it was several minutes before I realized Derek was there, sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me.
“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Nancy asked Derek. He simply nodded. “I always knew that if this day happened our lives would change forever. I’ve lost a part of you, my dear, to her, but it’s okay . . . I love you so much and all I want is for you to be happy.”
Their kiss was long and tender. I was looking at a type of love I really couldn’t comprehend from my perspective. When their lips separated they both looked at me—laying there agape like a naked fool— and smiled. Derek said, “You ARE spending the night, aren’t you?”
And that’s what happened. Him and I showered, fixed-up a little something to eat in the kitchen, then crawled into his bed and went at it. I wondered where Rich was. Was he doing Heather again? Or did he go home without me? Was Nancy playing too? I didn’t wonder very long, though. I wasn’t sure if I could but I tried deep-throating Derek’s splendid cock. I thought I did a credible job, especially when I was greeted by several ropes of hot liquid deep in my throat. Afterwards, we lay together and talked. He wanted this—us—to continue, and I surprised myself by agreeing, noting the aroused huskiness of my voice. I had no clue how this arrangement would work but I knew I wanted more. We fell asleep in each other’s arms like newlyweds.
Sometime in the night I awoke with my fingers around his hard shaft. I nuzzled him awake, and with that endearing boyish grin on his face, he proceeded to fuck me good. He had a way to tease my pussy with his cock to the point I would buck against him trying to get him deeper into me. He was a superb lover, whispering sweet nothings and touching me in just the right way until I erupted in screaming sweet agony. Only then would he thrust to my womb and cum. His cock-spasms harmonized nicely with the undulations of my convulsing vagina. It was at that supreme moment I thought of something for the first time.
After making love again as dawn filtered through the bedroom windows, we went downstairs to find Rich, Nancy and Heather sleeping in a tangled panoply of flesh on a comforter spread across the living room floor. We didn’t disturb them as we went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. We rustled up enough bacon and eggs for five exhausted yet hungry people.
. . . meanwhile
Fast forward a few months: Rich and I were now more or less part of Derek and Nancy’s extended family. I didn’t mind one bit surrendering myself to be Nancy and Derek’s love toy. Strangely, yet so pleasantly, Heather seemed to be falling in love with Rich. Some discretion was required because of her age (duh, Rich wasn’t exactly going to take her to the Junior Prom) but she did seem to be less promiscuous, which I thought was really sweet. I was happy for Rich, I really was.
Derek kissed me, teasing his tongue around my eager mouth. We were sunning by the pool. I knew that in a few minutes he would lift me into his arms and rush me to the bedroom. The unmistakable bulge in his shorts told me that. I didn’t need any foreplay; I was wet for him hours ago.
Before he did what I knew he would, he said, “Do you know that something’s changed in you? You . . . something . . . I don’t know . . . you’re different, and whatever it is, I like it.”
“I think you’re just falling in love with me more each day. I know how much I love you, sweet man.”
We went back to kissing.
I thought: This didn’t turn out to be the simple mate swap we thought it would be, but it did turn out to be a fair exchange after all. I got the lover I truly needed. Rich got his sense of youth back. Nancy got peace of mind since she knew her marriage was in trouble anyway. Derek got me—who he calls his ‘soul mate’—every chance he gets.
As he lifted me into his arms, I thought how reassuring his strong embrace was to me. You see, when I said that on that fateful first morning-after I thought of something, it was the fact that I was long off the pill for health reasons. No one else knew yet, but the ‘change’ Derek noticed in me was the new life growing in my womb. I was going to have Derek’s child. I would tell him soon, not knowing how a pregnancy would change our relationship.
But first I’ll let him fuck the daylights out of me.
Rich is quite amused (and not jealous at all) now that I’m a screamer. . . . A VERY loud screamer.