Subject: Weekend Swap (MF, oral, cheating, exhib)
Diary Date: June 4, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of
this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
This work is copyrighted �2011 to the author. It may be posted with the
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
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
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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 fianc� 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
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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
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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 viedo. 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
X�d out the more private portions.
Names: Bob and Eileen McKnight
Address: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxx,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
Eileen - anal, BSDM
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� d�cor 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. 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. 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 it�s 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
it�s 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 an dhow 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
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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