Subject:     Weekend Swap
Story Codes: MF oral adultery exhib
Diary Date:  June 4, 2011
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:  

At 42, Bob is an Elder in his church and a respected man within the community 
while his 40 year-old wife Eileen is well known for her charity activities.  
I'd never met them before but they came across as a nice couple in their bio 
video.  I wonder if anyone at their church knows that Bob and Eileen had been 
swapping for most of their marriage?

Table of Contents
   Chapter 1 – Swapping vs. Adultery
   Chapter 2 - Our Swapping Group
   Chapter 3 – Saturday With Bob and Eileen
   Chapter 4 – The Next Morning


Chapter 1 – Swapping vs. Adultery
=================================

When I was growing up my parents provided me with some pretty clear 
guidelines and morals regarding sex and marriage.  Actually my mom was the 
biggest influence on me as I tended to go along with whatever she dictated.  
Looking back I can see how that may have contributed to their divorce after 
over 25 years of marriage but at the same time, it certainly helped during my 
teens years to have them agree upon such issues, even if behind the scenes 
there may have been some discontent.

For instance, so far as sex went my parents always encouraged me to basically 
do what felt good.  At first that was limited to just masturbation.  Unlike 
most parents who preach to their children the “sins” of masturbation while 
they do it themselves behind closed doors, my parents essentially made it a 
non-issue.  So far as they were concerned, if I felt the need, then I should 
do it.  It was really that simple.  There was no need, or desire for that 
matter, on their part for me to put on a show and while SOME discretion was 
simply being polite, at least I didn't have to run off to the bathroom and 
lock the door behind me just because I was so turned on my some hunk on TV 
that I had to do something about it.

Once I started having sex with boys, rather than condemn me or preach to me 
about the evils of premarital sex, my parents showed more concern about my 
safety and well-being both physically and emotionally.  If I wanted to bring 
a boy home for sex that was fine with them as they saw it as being better 
than doing it in the backseat of some car out in the middle of nowhere.  My 
mom even took me to her gynecologist for birth control when I was just 
fourteen, ignoring the pointed comments from the doctor and insisting on a 
prescription for me.  She didn't even try to pretend it was for problems with 
my period or the other typical excuses.  She made it clear that her daughter 
was having sex and she wanted her protected.  Seems to me the doctor should 
have been more impressed by her being so protective and less judgmental.

A source of constant amusement and to some extent frustration for me is how 
people all seem to assume that since my parents practice incest that they 
must be “swingers”, get involved in would and crazy orgies, or otherwise have 
sex outside of the family boundaries.  THAT never happened with my parents 
during their marriage, well except for a couple of times between my dad and 
my best friend but she WAS my best friend and practically family as it was.

My mother was always especially insistent that sex outside marriage was 
adultery - period.  Whether both partners consented was irrelevant - to my 
mom sex was sex and sex outside of marriage was adultery.  Because incest by 
definition is sex within a family and when you marry someone, you essentially 
marry their family, that means that incest is NOT adultery.  

Many people have asked me if I will continue having sex with my father after 
I get married.  Well, those people obviously know nothing about me or they 
wouldn’t have to ask.  Just because I marry someone doesn’t make me any less 
of a daughter to my father.  A wedding ring and vows do not somehow 
invalidate my duties and responsibilities as a daughter.  I really don’t 
understand why people would think that marriage would have anything to do 
with me and my father’s relationship in the first place.  It’s not like he’s 
been my lover or anything kinky like that.  It’s something between a father 
and a daughter, nothing more or less than that.

For almost my entire life I have assumed that one thing WOULD change when I 
got married and that was regarding having sex with people outside of my 
marriage.  Having been raised by my rather conservative mother, I believed 
that sex outside marriage was adultery so once I took my vows then that meant 
no sex with other people.  That’s not quite as restrictive as it may seem at 
first as “sex” is defined as the penetration of a female vagina by a male 
penis.  This blowjobs and such would still be ok, I just couldn’t take 
another guy’s dick inside of my pussy.

That was all well and good when getting married was just a dream of mine.  
Now that I have a ring on my finger and a wedding date all set I’m facing the 
harsh reality of married life.  I love Steve more than I can express and it’s 
not like I even once felt like I was making a “sacrifice” to be with him.  At 
the same time there IS an element of risk and adventure that would be removed 
from my life.  So you can imagine my surprise when Steve first came to me 
with the idea to swap with another couple.  At first I thought he meant it to 
be like some sort of “last hurrah” before we got married but then I was 
surprised to find out that he intended this to be an ongoing thing with us 
even after we got married.

Although I was quite concerned at first, since we were just engaged I figured 
it couldn’t hurt to go along with him in the long term.  If I decided I 
didn't like it, then there would be plenty of time to discuss things between 
us before the wedding day made it official.

Although the adultery issue was the biggest problem I use to have when it 
came to the idea of swapping, I have to admit that deep down I’ve always 
wondered if I could remain detached enough to watch my husband having sex 
with a woman not in my family without feeling at least a little bit of 
jealousy or becoming insecure - especially if she was hotter than me.  Now 
after having had some experience in the matter, I can say that today I feel a 
love and attachment to Steve that is beyond anything I ever would have 
thought possible.

Of course it’s different watching my fiancé having sex with another girl 
compared to seeing him fucking my aunt or cousin.  Face it, there's nothing 
threatening when he fucks my Aunt Linda or Kristi because I know they’re 
family and just having fun.  Being family there’s no "competition" between 
them and me.  Still, when he’s fucking other women there are those times I 
can't help but feel a little twinge seeing the ecstasy on his face as he 
fucks them, especially when it’s someone new and he’s giving them his cum in 
his pussy - cum that normally would have been in mine.

In my defense I think it would be unnatural for me NOT to feel a little bit 
of protectiveness when it comes to having sex with Steve.  The key difference 
is I know that it’s just about sex when he’s with them and at the end of the 
night it’s ME that he returns to and it’s ME he wants to fuck when we get 
home.  That’s sort of our own little ritual in that no matter how tired we 
may be after a party and no matter how much sex we each had, we still always 
make love when we get home, even if it’s just a quickie.


Chapter 2 - Our Swapping Group
==============================

Once we tried it we both agreed that exchanging partners was something we’d 
to do more often.  The key issue was finding other couples.  It’s not like 
you just walk up to another couple and announce you want to have sex with 
them.  Thus in the end Steve and I got involved with a swapping group.  
Believe it or not we were introduced to the group by a couple I knew from 
church.  I’d fucked the husband once a few years ago when their marriage was 
going through troubles.  I’m sort of proud to say that I think I helped them 
get back together again by allowing him to live out his fantasies and return 
to his wife with THAT out of his system so to say.  Apparently not only did 
they reconcile but they also started swapping.  While I only had sex with him 
once, we still saw each other each week in church and he knew full well that 
I was now engaged.

One day after the service he pulled me to the side and asked if Steve and I 
would be interested in joining a swap group.  While I knew their marriage had 
improved measurably, I have to say I was more than a bit surprised to find 
out it had improved THAT much!  Well it didn’t take a rocket scientist to 
figure out WHY he asked me as he’d been trying to get me to have sex with him 
off and on ever since the first time.  Still, outing aside his intentions I 
thought it might not be a bad idea to at least give it a try.

So in the end we joined the group.  First we had to go through an “approval” 
process to be sure we weren’t just looking to cause trouble and that we 
really were a couple.  They even ran a credit check on the both us and 
checked our references although of course no mention was made of the real 
reason why they were being asked about us.

You have to be either married or at least engaged to join our group although 
I think they have let in a few couples with proven long-term commitments.  
It’s nothing again like Beth’s sex parties where the rules are the exact 
opposite - NO couples and definitely NO married people or at least both can't 
attend at the same time.  Those events are intended strictly intended for 
singles looking to be selfish and have unattached sex with whoever they want 
for a night.  Granted they can be fun but in the end I have found them to be 
rather exhausting and unfulfilling as there is no connection between anyone.  
Sure I get off at them but the next day it’s like a Chinese meal - you’re 
hungry for more right away.

Just to emphasize the point, our group isn’t a bunch of wild and crazy people 
looking for all-night swapping parties and orgies.  If anything the group 
membership tends to be on the conservative side.  In fact, I was told that it 
got started by people fed up with the group sex scene and started looking for 
something more personal with better privacy and security.  It’s just a bunch 
of people with similar interests that use the group as a means of contacting 
people and arranging dates.  Think of it like an on-line dating service whose 
objective is to bring people together, not hold group meetings and 
interactions.

So rather than having “parties” with lots of people trading around like what 
happens when I go to one of Beth’s extravaganzas, within our group it’s 
always just two couples meeting.  Even then I would hesitate to call it even 
a four- some.  The guiding charter is for two couples to swap partners for 
the evening, enjoy some “strange” sex, and then return home to their “normal” 
lives and families.  So far with one couple we all fucked in the same room 
but the others have all been situations where we switched partners and then 
went off to our own rooms for sex.  In one case the other wife and I played a 
little bit with each other but it was more to entertain our guys.  Once the 
men got involved then we split up from there.  We’ve gone to dinner with one 
couple, a movie with another, and just met at another couple’s house once.

Technically there are no rules against meeting with the same people multiple 
times.  We haven’t so far simply because we’re so new to the group and there 
are so many options available.  So far I wouldn’t mind getting back with any 
of the ones we’ve met; it just hasn’t happened yet.

So far the people we’ve met have been either around our age or a older.  By 
sheer coincidence all of them have had kids but we’ve never met any of them 
as that’s another cardinal rule - no underage kids can be involved in any 
way.  That’s perfectly OK with me but as you might imagine I think Steve 
wished they were a little more “open-minded” about it (his words, not mine).  
Actually it really doesn’t matter anyway as he gets all he wants of that sort 
of thing when he’s with my dad and aunt.  

The one thing about joining the swapping group is that it has kept any 
suggestions of having sex with more of his friends off the table, at least 
for now.  It’s all still pretty new so I’m sure sooner or later the topic 
will come up again and to be honest, I wouldn’t mind so long as he did a 
better job of choosing his friends.

I’ve found that I truly enjoy it when Steve watches me having sex with other 
men.  Then again, I’ve always been an exhibitionist when it comes to sex so 
that’s certainly nothing new.  Sure I may be feeling another guy’s dick in me 
but it’s always Steve’s eyes I lock onto whenever I can.  I especially love 
it when the guy cums in me and I cry out to Steve to tell him how much I love 
him as my pussy is being filled with another man’s cum.  Who knows, maybe I’m 
starting to understand in a small way why his mother likes watching us so 
much.  By the way - she knows nothing about her son’s new sexual adventures.  
I don’t get the idea from getting to know her better that she would be very 
supportive - especially about the kids.


Chapter 3 – Saturday With Bob and Eileen
========================================

I’d never met the other couple when Steve told me about the new arrangements.  
I read their bio.  looked at their photo and watched their video.  Overall 
they seemed to be nice people.  Eileen looked pretty hot while the husband 
appeared to be your typical middle-aged guy with a little bit of a belly and 
a receding hairline.  They were 42 and 40 respectively, a few years older 
than Steve had thought they were when he arranged everything.  Bob was some 
sort of engineer while Eileen sold Jafra cosmetic products and apparently did 
quite well.  Their group bio mentioned kids from previous marriages but all 
of the photos were of just the two of them.  Again, that was perfectly fine 
with me but I know Steve was more curious.

Here is part of the biography that they post on our group website.  Sorry but 
I had to out the more private portions.

Names:  Bob and Eileen McKnight Address:
        xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
        xxxxxxxx,xx xxxxx
        Phone #: (xxx) xxx-xxxx
        Member Since: June, 2009
        Age:   42 (Bob) and 40 (Eileen)
        Status:  Married 5 years, 2nd for both
        Family:  2 daughters from Eileen's previous marriage (ages 11 and 
                 14), 1 son from Bob's previous marriage (age 20)
        Career:  Bob - Electrical Engineer
                 Eileen - Jafra District Manager
        Looking For: Like minded couple to exchange partners, preferably 
                over-night
        Likes:  Bob -  anal, oral
                Eileen - oral (giving more than receiving), romance 
        Dislikes: Bob -  BSDM, water sports, overweight women
                Eileen - anal, BSDM, facial hair on men
                Both -  anything involving underage kids, nothing public 
                        in Pittsburgh area

Give that they and their family were well-known in the Pittsburg area, Bob 
and Eileen preferred to go out of town for such things and so they suggested 
Columbus as Bob was an alumni of the university there and knew the city.  The 
plan was to spend the day around the city and then the night in a hotel, 
returning to Pittsburgh late Sunday morning.

Steve had to work Friday night so we arranged to meet Bob and Eileen around 
noon or so to allow Steve to get a little sleep before we headed out to 
Columbus, Ohio.  That turned out to work out well as I had a last-minute 
arrangement to visit a student of mine and her parents on Friday night.

Not surprisingly, we got started a little late.  Steve didn't pick me up 
until almost 45 minutes after noon making us late to Bob and Eileen’s house 
but they were running late as well thanks to some hitch getting their kids to 
her parents where they were staying the weekend.  They didn’t elaborate and I 
wondered if her parents had any idea why she and her husband really weren’t 
taking the kids along with them.  I also had my doubts that her parents knew 
who was going with them out of town either.

Bob drove which worked out best for everyone given his new Chrysler 300M was 
much more comfortable than Steve’s extended cab pickup truck and roomier than 
my high-mileage Toyota Avalon that I was still driving long after my mom had 
given it to me way back in my college days.  My only issue was his car had a 
large center console so while I sat in front with Bob, I couldn't snuggle up 
close as he drove.  I can't say the same for the two of them in the back 
seat! 

Steve and Eileen hit it off from the start and they were going at it like two 
teenagers in heat.  Now and then I would glance in the rear-view mirror and I 
can’t say there wasn’t just a little bit of jealousy when I saw them kissing 
and Steve’s hand up under her tank top caressing her large breasts.  For a 
women her age they were surprisingly firm and she wasn't wearing a bra.  
Something told me they were the result of some surgical enhancements.  Not 
necessarily implants but almost certainly a lift.

Just to keep things straight, from the beginning we’d all agreed that for the 
entire trip we would trade partners and so far as anyone else was concerned, 
I was Bob’s wife and Eileen was Steve’s.  We didn't really plan to hang 
around together all that much outside of the car so it wasn't like people 
would look at us and wonder what the real story was.  I suppose people would 
just assume Bob was dealing with some typical male mid-life crisis and Steve 
was being taken advantage of by a hot cougar.

It should have taken just over three hours to drive to Columbus but we made a 
stop in Wheeling, WV at the casino where we played the slots for about an 
hour.  I hadn’t been there in ages and I missed the loud sounds and flashing 
lights.  Bob was really nice to me, paying for all my play and not even 
complaining a little when I lost it all.  Then again, the only thing he 
really seemed interested in was standing behind me and looking down my cami 
as I played!

I didn't see much of Steve and Eileen while we were at the casino.  At one 
point I even was thinking about asking Bob if they were gambling or had 
headed for somewhere more private but I figured whatever was going on was 
between Steve and Eileen was their business.  It seemed a little odd at first 
but I started to get into it after a while as Bob would get talking to other 
guys and then introduce me as his wife.  Since I had my engagement ring on 
most guys just saw the diamond and assumed I actually WAS his wife.  Of 
course I went along with the act, hugging him and putting my hands all over 
him like we were newlyweds.  I guess in a manner of speaking we were!

Once in Columbus Bob gave us the grand tour.  Even though I’d gone to school 
only about an hour north of the city, I really hadn’t spent much time in 
Columbus and what I did was pretty much focused on a few major shopping 
centers.  Wow, I’d never realize there was so much to see and do!  We stopped 
and did some sightseeing and a little shopping but didn't really have all 
that much time before our dinner reservations at some Italian restaurant 
right in the middle of the Arena District.  It had such an unusual name even 
I couldn't forget it - Buca di Beppo.  It had what can only be described as 
an “interesting” décor and I highly recommend it to anyone!

OK, you’re probably wondering how many times I sucked his cock during the 
trip and where he first fucked me in Columbus.  Well, I don’t mean to 
disappoint anyone reading this but other than some major flirting and 
teasing, nothing happened between us so far as actual sex all that afternoon.  
It’s not like we were on a church-sponsored field trip as there was lots of 
touching and groping but no sex.  It wasn't until we split up at the hotel 
after dinner that I sucked Bob’s dick for the first time!  So I guess if 
anything tells you this is a different group to be associated with than most 
I’ve been with in the past, that would be it!

In a way I found it incredibly erotic NOT to have sex right away.  The 
buildup and tension that rose throughout the day became incredibly erotic for 
us both.  Steve and Eileen weren't as discreet but then being fourteen years 
younger than Bob he could afford to cum earlier in the day a couple of times 
and still have enough to get through the evening.  I just loved the way Bob’s 
eyes never seemed to leave me.  Indeed, there were a few moments driving 
around town that I wished they would!

I wasn’t wearing a bra and as the afternoon wore on it seemed that my blouse 
slowly unbuttoned itself until by dinner time it was over half-way undone.  
My denim shorts weren’t quite as short as some I owned but they were 
extremely tight and I could tell he appreciated my ass from the way he would 
find any excuse to brush his hand up against it.  They were hemmed to make 
them more “formal” and totally covered my butt but that was all.  Put 
together with my heels and I thought my legs didn't look half-bad either.

After dinner we spent the entire evening at the Hyatt Regency doing nothing 
but having sex in some form or another.  No sooner than we were in the room 
and it was like Bob was ready to explode.  He shut the door, turned around, 
and there I was already kneeling front of him as I undid his pants and pulled 
out his dick and went to work without saying another word.  I didn't undress 
or even touch myself as I gave my full attention to his poor dick that must 
have been hurting from being so hard all day as it was.  He didn't last two 
minutes, cumming faster than a sixteen year-old boy getting his first real 
blowjob.

“God Kelly, you have NO idea how much I’ve been wanting that all day,” he 
gasped as he caught his breath while I licked my lips.  He’d cum in my mouth 
for the most part and it took a couple of swallows to get his load down me.  

“Oh I think I have SOME idea,” I giggled, standing up and using my fingers to 
wipe the cum from my cheek that had somehow missed my mouth.

I was curious if he would kiss me now but I have to say it didn't surprise me 
when he didn’t.  My guess is 90% or more of men have never even tasted cum 
and of those who have, only a very small percentage have done nothing more 
than a quick experimentation, let alone tasting it on their wife or 
girlfriend’s mouth or pussy.  It’s always struck me as odd that men expect 
women to love cum so much but they never do themselves.

Rather than make him uneasy, I made the excuse that I needed to go to the 
bathroom to clean up which wasn’t entirely untrue.  I quickly brushed my 
teeth and rinsed my face off, then stripped down and wrapped the hotel robe 
around me.  When I went back out into the room, Bob was sitting on the edge 
of the bed patiently waiting for me.  I noted that he had put his dick back 
in his pants but other than that he hadn’t done a thing.  He even still had 
his shoes on!

“Hmmmmmm, figured you wouldn’t be so... dressed,” I teased him, twirling 
around in the robe but keeping it shut.  It was rather long so it didn’t 
reveal a whole lot.

Bob looked up at me and smiled.  The room was so quiet as I waited for him to 
say something... anything.

“I guess I assumed that YOU would take care of that,” he said rather 
pointedly.

OK, even I can take a hint when it hits me over the head like a baseball bat.  
I bent down and took off his shoes and socks, then slowly unbuttoned his 
shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders.  He leaned back, supporting 
himself on his hands to make it easier for me to undo his belt again and 
unzip his pants.  Then he lifted himself up enough for me to pull them off 
together with his underwear, leaving him sitting naked on the bed.  Once 
again I got a good view of his dick only this time I wasn't in such a hurry 
to get my mouth around it.  Also, it wasn't nearly as hard as it had been a 
little while earlier.

“Looks like you have your work cut out for you,” he said, glancing down at 
his flaccid dick.

He wasn’t teasing me either.  It was more like he was telling me something I 
was expected to take care of.

“Why don’t we take a shower first,” I suggested. 

It had been a long hot day and while I love the smell of a man’s sex, body 
odor wasn't exactly my favorite fragrance.  Something told me we wouldn’t be 
going to bed for a while so why not get started on the right foot?

With that I took him by the hand and led him back to the bathroom where I got 
the water ready.  He stepped in the shower and then I dropped the robe, 
letting him see me naked for the first time.

“Holy mother of God,” he whispered as he stared at my nude body.  His words 
were music to a girl’s ears!

One thing I always find interesting in such circumstances is to note where a 
guy’s eyes travel when he first sees me naked.  For some guys it’s the boobs 
and for others it’s the pussy.  That covers the vast majority although there 
are the ones who go for my ass or legs first.  One thing that is always true 
- it’s always something below my neck!

“So tell me Bob, how do I compare to your wife?” I asked.  

Sure, I was blatantly fishing for compliments but nothing I wanted to 
apologize for.

Bob raised his hand as if to tell me to stop right there.  “Kelly... tonight 
YOU are my wife and there’s nobody else I want more than my wife right now.”

Well, if that’s the way he wanted to play it, I could live with that.  In a 
way it was a two-edged sword.  On the one hand I didn't get my ego fed but on 
the other, I didn't have to deal with anything regarding Eileen and Steve 
either.  For just a brief moment I wondered what they were doing.  Knowing 
Steve, he was fucking her already.  Eileen must have been loving having 
someone younger like Steve ready and raring to go from the very start.

I stepped in the tub and Bob pulled the shower curtain over and started the 
shower.  At first I tried to avoid getting my hair all wet but soon gave up 
and let it get soaked.  Oh well, if he didn't mind wet hair, then I could 
live with it as well.

“Love your tits,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his crotch up against my 
bare wet ass as he reached around me and cupped my boobs, one in each hand.

I could still feel his hairy dick pressing in against my butt although there 
was still a notable lack of something poking into me.

I reached around behind me and grabbed his dick in my right hand, just 
holding it while he massaged my boobs and kissed my neck.  I was facing away 
from the shower stream and most of it was hitting him in the back so it 
wasn't like I was getting a face-full of water.

“Shaved bare... nice,” he noted as one hand moved its way down between my 
legs and started to play with my pussy.

I wondered if Eileen was shaved.  She was just a little bit younger than my 
mom and aunt and neither of them shaved so I wondered if she was following 
the general direction of her generation or was she trying to be young?  Even 
if she didn't shave she could be trimming it.  Personally, I have always 
found pubic hair erotic in both men and women.  I love the feel of it against 
my face and when a man fucks me I like to feel his coarse pubic hair grinding 
against my bare pussy.  Of course I shaved as that was rather expected of my 
generation.

“I love the feel of your tits and pussy,” he whispered a little louder as his 
index finger started to press inside of me.

His other hand was squeezing my boob and his fingers were on each side of my 
nipple, pinching down on it when he would press on my boob and nipple.

“Mmmmmmm, that feels soooooo good Bob,” I sighed as he started to rub his 
fingertip on my clit.  

As good as it felt, there was work to be done as well.  I reached for the 
soap and fumbled with the wrapping which was all wet now.  I turned and 
proceeded to wash him all over, paying special attention to his crotch of 
course.  When I was finished he did the same to me.  I loved the feel of the 
wet soap bar against me as he ribbed me all over with it and then allowed the 
shower to rinse me off.

Even after all this his dick was still hanging down without any sign of 
recovery yet so rather than spending more time in the steamy shower we 
decided it was time to get out and he then dried me off with a couple of 
large towels.  One nice thing about expensive hotels... they have the BEST 
towels!  My hair was wet and at first I was tempted just to let it go after 
brushing it out but I really didn't want to deal with a wet head all night so 
I took a few minutes to use the built-in blow drier to dry it off.  I can't 
say the results were salon-=quality but at least I was dry again.

“I’m ready to be fucked now,” I announced, returning the drier to its holder.

“Well if you want THAT then you’d better get busy while my little blue pill 
kicks in,” he counter from the doorway where he’d been watching me dry my 
hair.

I then noticed the prescription bottle on the sink.  When had he snuck those 
in?  Oh well, it was likely going to be a awhile yet for them to help so why 
not give it a go on my own?

It wasn't like Bob as the first guy I’d had to deal such with issues.  When 
you’re “hobby” is fucking older married guys, such problems come with the 
territory.  The biggest thing was knowing what I was dealing with.  For guys 
there was nothing physical but rather it was literally all in their head - 
and I mean the big one.  A lot of guys try to put on a big act about how they 
want to cheat on their wives but when the time actually comes to doing it the 
guilt is so strong that it overwhelms their lust.  These guys were the 
easiest to deal with.  Once I had them in my mouth it didn't take a lot to 
get them to put any of those guilty feelings out of their minds.

For some guys it’s simply the age factor.  Face it, every year that goes by 
is one year removed from those glory teen years when it seems they never went 
soft!  Again, these guys weren’t usually all that hard to deal with, they 
just needed some special care and attention coupled with a little patience.  
Sure they took a little while to recover, but usually it wasn't too long and 
besides, I enjoyed what it took to get them hard again.

By far the worst was when it was caused by medication they were taking, 
usually for high blood pressure.  Most of those drugs work as blood thinners 
which have a side effect of making it more difficult to have an erection.  
Because it’s totally a physical problem, no amount of work on my part can 
sometimes get them erect.  Interestingly, what I have learned is that a full 
erection is not required for a man to cum.  I have yet to find a man who, no 
matter what his erection issues were, couldn't eventually be coaxed to 
release a load for me.  The big problem with those were that they couldn't 
fuck me.  Thus I had to be content with them rubbing against me or just 
cumming on me.  Sometimes I would use their dick to rub against my pussy and 
essentially masturbate using their flaccid cock like I would a dildo.  It 
would be enough to make me cum and the guys seemed to enjoy it as well.

So now the question was, what was Bob’s issue?  I immediately threw out the 
first as he and Eileen had been swapping for some time now and if he was 
having issues with getting it up with new “wives” then I doubted that he 
would be doing it with me tonight.  I also figured that the third reason was 
also probably not an issue as again, why would he put himself in such a 
situation if he knew he couldn’t fuck me?  So that left the age factor and 
fortunately I was pretty sure that I could deal with that!

“Why don’t we sit on the couch for a while?”, I proposed.  Bob went along 
with my idea and took a seat at the end of the small couch.  Rather than sit 
next to him, though, I laid down with my back to the couch and my legs curled 
under me, my head in his lap with one arm under me and the other draped over 
his hairy legs.

“So I take it you enjoy sucking dick?” he observed with a hint of amusement 
in his voice.

I let his dick slip from my mouth and held it in my hand.  “Well I guess you 
could say that,” I answered coyly.

“Not that I’m trying to talk you out of it,” he chuckled this time, pushing 
my head back down on his dick rather firmly as if just in case I hadn’t 
gotten the hint.  Like I was going to miss THAT!

For the next half hour or so I nursed his dick, sucking on it gently at 
times, just licking it up and down at others while rubbing it against my face 
and lips.  As my mouth did its magic I played with his hairy balls in my 
hand, running my fingers through his dense black pubic hair.  

It wasn’t like he suddenly waved a magic wand and an erection appeared.  
Actually it took all of the first 30 minutes just to get him to start to 
react.  Until that time he was as soft as ever without a hint of the promise 
there was to come.  Neither of us said anything though as I just remained 
patient and kept up my end of the bargain... like a good wife should.

It took another fifteen minutes or so from the time I first noticed any sign 
of an erection until he was fully hard again but thankfully there it was - a 
nice hard dick once again.  I congratulated myself on my accomplishment but 
he never said a word to me the entire time, just a soft sigh or a groan now 
and then.

It was almost eleven o’clock by now so I figured the hallways and such 
wouldn’t be as busy as they’d been earlier in the evening.  Seeing how much 
work it took to get him back again this time, I could only imagine what it 
would take for a third time so I wasn’t about to waste this one with just a 
simple fuck.  

“Mmmmmmm, I think you’re ready to fuck me now,” I said to him, leaning back 
but still holding his stiff warm dick in the palm of my hand to keep it hard.

“Well have a seat then,” he said, reaching out for me but then I pulled back.

“Nooooooo, I have a better idea,” I teased him, jumping off the coach and 
motioned for him to follow me.  I went to the bathroom and brought out the 
two robes and tossed one of them to him.

“What the...,” he started to ask, confused by my actions.

“Let’s go out and do it,” I teased with a naughty grin.

“Out?” he asked, obviously still not getting what I was driving at.

“Yeah, like out in the elevator, out in the hallway, out in the stairway!”

“Kelly, you’ve GOT to be kidding?” he said, apparently thinking I was just 
teasing him but I was as serious as ever.

“No really, I LOVE to be fucked in public and as my husband, I would think 
you would want to do me in front of other people.”

“So you want us to do it right in front of a bunch of strangers?” he asked 
incredulously.

I laughed a little and shook my head.  “Noooooo, not right in front of them 
but just where they COULD see us if they had any idea what we were doing.”

I wrapped my robe around me, leaving untied so it only hung together as long 
as I held it closed.  Bob put his on as well but he made sure it was tied 
securely in place.  Both robes were the same size so while mine came down 
past my knees, his was a little more showy.  Oh well, it was no worse than 
people going to the pool in nothing but their bikinis.

Bob remembered to grab the room key card and stuffed it on one of the pockets 
as I opened the door and stepped outside into the hallway.  There was a guy 
trying to get his door opened a couple of rooms down and he looked at me in 
my robe and smiled.  As tempting as it was to flash him quickly, I held off 
as Bob was right behind me.

Bob saw the other guy and he quickly looked away, sort of like maybe if he 
ignored him then he would go away.  The elevator was quite a ways down the 
hall but we made it there without meeting anyone else.  I pushed the UP 
button as we weren't that high up and besides, better to open the doors to 
one of the room floors than the lobby in case we lost track of where we were.

Once again luck held out and when the elevator finally arrived it was empty.  
We got in and I pushed the top floor, checking to see that it lit up and then 
turned to Bob.

“Ever fuck a girl in an elevator before Bob?” I asked him seductively, 
allowing my robe to fall open.

“I can't believe we’re doing this,” he sighed.  Then it was like something 
struck him and he started looking around at the ceiling.

“Heyyyyyy, don’t these things usually have security cameras?” he asked with a 
worrisome tone.

“So what?” I responded carelessly, “What do you say we let the poor rent-a-
cop enjoy a few thrills?”

Bob clearly was distracted and I was worried in his tender state that he 
might lose that erection I’d worked so hard to restore.  I bent my knees and 
lifted up his robe, allowing him to keep it fastened a I reached for his 
dick.  Mmmmmmm, thankfully he still had a decent erection going!  I quickly 
took him in my mouth, not wanting to waste any more time.

Bob wasn't exactly like a steel rod but he was firm enough to get the job 
done so rather than trying to get that last bit of an erection to come back I 
turned around and leaned over, my hands on my knees as I spread my legs wide 
apart.

“Fuck me Bob,” I said to him over my shoulder as I rubbed my pussy with one 
finger between my lips, “Fuck your wife in the elevator.”

It felt so naughty and hot to pretend to be his wife.  For a moment I thought 
of his REAL wife and wondered if my fiance was fucking her at this very 
moment and where he was doing her.  

My thoughts of Steve and Eileen were interrupted by the wonderful feel of 
Bob’s dick pressing in against my wet pussy.  As wet and freshly fucked as I 
was, even thought he wasn't 100% erect he still slid himself easily into my 
pussy.  For a brief second I wondered if someone WAS watching us from some 
private security booth.  If so, was he masturbating now as he watched this 
middle-aged man start to fuck his much younger wife?

Just then the elevator dinged and Bob quickly pulled himself out of me.  I 
stood up, letting the robe fall back in place and clutched it around me just 
in time as the doors opened to allow three business guys to enter.  One of 
them had this special key for the concierge level which he entered, making 
the floor level light shine brightly.  It was the top floor so “our” floor, 
or at least the one I’d chosen, arrived before theirs.  All the way I could 
feel the eyes of the three of them practically boring through my robe.  Once 
again I was tempted to give them a quick look but I was afraid that might 
spook Bob so once again practiced some uncharacteristic restraint.  

The doors opened to our floor, or least the one I’d chosen so we got out and 
let the doors close quickly behind us.  There was nobody in sight so I 
reached back and pushed the call button again.  As we waited, I checked 
around once more and leaned over the table by the elevator, once again 
offering myself to Bob.  

“C’mon Bob, fuck me.  Let’s not waste any time,” I encouraged him.

Bob was clearly a bit distracted by being so exposed but from the way his 
dick was staying hard indicated to me that he wasn't overly worried.  Indeed, 
it was only a few seconds before I felt that wonderful sensation of his cock 
back inside of me again.  

“This is so cool, don’t you think Bob?” I gasped as he held me by the hips 
and thrust himself quickly in and out of me.

I kept an eye on the hallway.  Although I didn't say this to Bob, the reality 
was we would most likely not have time to hide everything away should someone 
pop out unexpectedly.  God, what if it was a family with kids this time 
instead of three horny business guys?

Still, THAT was what made this so hot me... not that someone actually saw us 
but that someone COULD see us.

The elevator dinged, the same one we had just gotten off of so I assumed it 
must be the same one returning after having dropped out the guys.  Unless 
someone from the Concierge level was returning to their room, odds were it 
would be empty but Bob wasn't ready yet for that sort of risk.  He once again 
pulled out of me and we straightened up just as the doors opened.  It WAS 
empty and for a moment my pussy tingled, reminding me that it had been 
unnecessary for Bob to pull out so quickly, leaving it’s hunger unabated.

“You wanna fuck in the elevator or do it here some more?” I asked him, 
holding the door open with my hand.

Bob looked confused for a moment as he checked out the hallway and then 
looked at the elevator.  Each had their pros and cons and frankly, it didn't 
matter to me which one he chose as we’d already done it in both.  

“Let’s finish here,” he decided, suddenly acting like he wanted to take 
charge again which was fine with me.  I liked it when a man thinks he’s in 
charge.  Of course in the end he never really is but it’s nice to let him at 
least think so.

I released the elevator and the doors quickly shut and it was off on its way 
to its next destination.  This time instead of just letting my robe hang 
open, I dropped my arms and let it fall to the floor in a heap at my feet, 
leaving me standing there totally nude.

“You have no shame,” he teased me but I could see he was starting to get into 
this more.  Still, he wasn't about to take his own off but once again just 
lifted it up to allow his cock to enter me.

I sighed loudly with pleasure as he buried his dick into me once again while 
I leaned back against the small table.  He was having to bend his knees to 
fuck me so to my surprise her grabbed my ass and lifted me up on the table.  
I was afraid it might break as it wasn’t very sturdy but he didn't seem to 
care.  All he wanted at this point was a better angle to fuck me.  I loved it 
when a man reached this point to where all his lust and desire for me began 
to override his common sense and he started to do things he never would have 
even an hour ago.

“That’s it Bob, fuck me,” I said firmly as I wrapped my legs around his robe, 
locking my ankles behind him.

It pulled me in tight into him such that his thrusts were more muted but I 
loved the way he felt pushing in against me between my legs.  

“Oh Kelly, you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned as he rammed himself into me as 
deeply as he could.  He was close... so close!

For a fleeting moment I wondered what we would do if a door opened in the 
hallway and God only knew stepped out to take a look at what was going on 
outside.  For once we caught a break and nobody even threatened to interrupt 
us.  What we would have done at this point I have no idea as we were both 
totally lost in what we were doing.  I think an elevator full of people could 
have opened right now and he wouldn’t have stopped for even a second.

“I’m cumming,” he said with a grimace.  He held himself tightly in me, not 
even moving for a moment as he closed his eyes and his head dropped back 
until he would have been looking at the ceiling if he opened them.

Then he jerked and I knew he was releasing himself in me.  Again and again he 
thrust himself into me, each time I knew another load of his cum was leaving 
his dick and entering me.  God I loved it this moment when a man was mating 
me, filling me with his sperm.

Another thrust, another ejaculation, and he was done.  His head dropped and 
he let out a long breath of air and then sucked in another breath.  His eyes 
opened and he stared into my eyes, then down at our crotches where his dick 
was still buried inside of me.  I looked down myself and marveled at the 
sight of his lush pubic hair as it pressed against my bare pussy, no sign of 
the dick that I could feel throbbing inside of me.

I could have predicted what came next.  So typical of men!  It’s like their 
lust is part of their cum and when they shoot it out, their lust goes with 
it.  One moment he’s lost in his fucking of me and the next it was like he 
was a totally different person.  His eyes widened and he grabbed my legs, 
pulling them from around him so he could pull his dick out of me.  His robe 
dropped down, covering his rapidly deflating cock.

“Shit, this is crazy,” he whispered to me, as if that was going to matter 
after all the moaning and groaning that had been going on just a minute 
before.  He grabbed my robe from the floor and handed it to me.

“Hurry up and put this on before somebody see us,” he said quickly, his eyes 
darting about.

I wanted to say something about how he hadn’t cared too much about anyone 
seeing us a couple of minutes ago but that wouldn't have helped matters.

I put on the robe and this time I tied it up.  There was a mirror above the 
table I’d been sitting on and when I looked in it I grimaced as my hair was a 
total wreck.  I ran my fingers through it, trying to get it to fall into 
place but it needed a brush badly.

Just then the elevator door opened and sure enough, a whole crowd of people 
came out all jabbering and talking loudly.  They’d obviously been drinking 
but I doubted that would have mattered had they reached this floor about five 
minutes earlier!  A couple of them gave Bob and me a second look but other 
than that they ignored us and split off for their rooms.  Bob grabbed the 
elevator before the doors closed and motioned for me to get in with him.

“Damn that was close!” he gasped, pressing the button for our floor, “I hope 
you’re happy now.”

I snuggled up close to him and reached under his robe to grab his dick which 
was now pretty much flaccid.  It was still damp though and I knew exactly 
where that dampness had come from.  At the same time I could feel his cum 
start to drain from me, that feeling of wetness between my legs I get 
whenever I don’t get to clean up right after being fucked.

“Let’s wait for the room this time, OK Kelly?” he said, pushing my hand away 
from his dick.  I was tempted to say the hell with that and start sucking it 
but I didn't think that would go over well at the moment.  Bob seemed torn 
between the excitement of fucking me in the middle of the hotel versus the 
fright of possibly being caught.

Back in the room the robes were dropped and for the first time we laid in the 
bed together.  Bob was on his back with his head supported by a pillow.  I 
snuggled up next to him, my leg over his and my boobs pressed up tightly 
against him as I ran my fingers over his chest and stomach.  His dick was 
flopped over and I knew it was useless to even try for a while regardless of 
how many Viagra pills he had taken.  That was OK as sometime I find snuggling 
up like this to be just as rewarding.  

Before long Bob was sound asleep - as confirmed by a steady snore.  I flipped 
on the TV and laid there for another hour or so, playing with Bob’s cock and 
even sucking on it a little now and then just to see if I could get another 
response.  I loved the way his crotch smelled with a mixture of his lust and 
my pussy.

Finally I just laid back and masturbated one last time before falling asleep.  
Thoughts of Steve and Eileen ran through my head as my fingers fiddled with 
my clit and pussy.  I wondered if they were asleep yet and how many times 
he’d fucked her so far tonight.  If I knew my Steve he wouldn’t have run out 
of gas after just two loads in her!  Did they stay in the room or did they 
get a little adventuresome as well?  God it felt so good to cum!


Chapter 4 – The Next Morning
============================

After one last fuck in the morning, Bob and I met Steve and Eileen in the 
hotel restaurant for breakfast.  It was fun to trade stories over our meal 
and it seemed like it was all over much too soon.  I would have loved to have 
spent more of the day around Columbus but we had to get back to Pittsburgh by 
the early afternoon to pick up their kids which didn't leave a lot of time.

All the way back Steve and Eileen were going at it in the back seat.  I have 
to say they really seemed to have hit it off well!  Yes, there was just a 
little bit of jealousy as I heard them fucking but then I knew when things 
were done and over who was going to get him in bed with her later today!  So 
let her have fun with him for now.  Steve was all mine and he knew it!

After Steve and I drove away from their house I immediately attacked him!  
God, you would think after so much sex the previous night and early in the 
morning that I would’ve been somewhat satisfied but if anything the trip back 
home had all made me all the more horny for my fiance.  Indeed, we never even 
made it to the house.  Instead he fucked me in his truck right there on the 
side of the street in front of my house.  There wasn't really any danger of 
anyone seeing us but still, when I would hear a car drive by I couldn't help 
but want to sit up and flash my boobs at them!

Steve was like an animal with me!  I was a little worried that maybe after 
everything he had been doing with Eileen that maybe his sexual energy might 
have been a bit dampened.  After all, he’s been fucking her all the way to 
the last freeway exit!  It was at times like this that I realized that 
swapping was no threat to me or our impending marriage.  Heck, if anything I 
think it strengthened our love for one another.  It was like we both wanted 
to “make our mark” again on the other after someone else had been with them.

After Steve left I took a quick shower and then drove over to my dad’s house 
for a quickie.  It’s not that I needed to be fucked all that much so much as 
I felt a little guilty that I’d missed being with him in the morning before 
church.  Still, I figured better late than never.  I know he appreciated it.

As I felt my father in me I couldn't help but think that even though 
mechanically he was doing nothing all that different than either Bob or Steve 
had in the past few hours yet it was a totally different experience.  With 
Bob it had been all about being sexy and erotic.  Pretending to be another 
man’s wife always turns me on.  With Steve it was about my love for him and 
my desire to please him and submit to him as his wife... even I was 
technically just engaged at the moment.

With my dad it was more similar to being with Steve than Bob yet it was still 
totally unique.  I loved my dad but it was a different love than I had for my 
fiance.  Yes, I wanted to please my father but it was much more an act of 
submission than it was when I was with Steve.  God tells a wife to submit to 
her husband but if you take the verses in context, it’s an equal 
relationship.  God tells me to honor my father and mother and as such I give 
myself totally to him without any expectation of the equality of a marriage 
relationship.

So I fucked three guys over the weekend in three locations under three very 
different circumstances.  Yet I loved each of these experiences in their own 
way.  As I sat at home later that night thinking about the events of the 
weekend, I marveled at how things had change so much in my life.  Just a year 
ago I never would have even thought that Steve would ever be in my life and 
now I’m engaged to him.  Not only are we engaged but we are swapping with 
other couples as if we were already married.  It’s like I’m becoming almost 
domesticated!

To think that in just two and a half months I’ll be married.  If being 
engaged had brought about this much change in my life, what will marriage 
bring?

THE END

  

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