Subject: Our First Married Swap (MF, oral, exhib)
Diary Date: September 23, 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
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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
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It was really all my husband's idea. Before Steve asked me to marry him I'd
always assumed I would be faithful to my husband once I wore his ring. There
was only one minor problem with those plans - he didn't want me to be! We'd
fooled around with other couples during our engagement but this would be the
first time since we'd said our vows that we had sex with people outside my
family.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 - Adultery or Not?
Chapter 2 - Getting in Touch
Chapter 3 - Dinner With Leon and Tamara
Chapter 4 - Getting Things Started
Chapter 5 - A Strange Bed
Chapter 6 - Settling Accounts
Chapter 1 - Adultery or Not?
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How do YOU define adultery? People have asked me that question so many times
that it got to the point where I wrote an entire article on it so I won�t repeat
everything here. The �Adultery� article can be found at:
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/AboutMe/adultery.txt
For those not wanting to take the time to read it, to summarize the article I
would say that adultery is defined as the act of sexual intercourse by a married
person with someone who is not within their marriage family AND without the
knowledge and consent of their spouse. Thus by definition adultery requires two
elements, both of which must be present to be found �guilty�: the ACT of sex and
the INTENT to cheat. Given that sex is defined as the penetration of a penis
into a vagina and it doesn�t matter how far in it goes, even just the tip
counts. Thus things like blowjobs, pussy eating and such aren�t legally acts of
adultery (not to say that is any consolation to their spouse). Another
important thing to keep in mind is that incestuous sex is by definition NEVER
adultery as it is sex within a marriage (incest being further defined as sex
within your immediate family - both sides, out to a first cousin). Cheating
means keeping it a secret from your spouse unless it�s incest in which case the
spouse gave blanket �permission� the moment they said, �I do.�
Admittedly anyone who has been reading my diary over the years would say that
this view of adultery is NOT what I�ve preached in the past and they would be
entirely correct. My mother raised me to believe certain things which I
absorbed as if they were etched into stone tablets, just a most kids do.
However, events of the past few years have caused me to reevaluate the wisdom of
some of the things she taught me, the issue of adultery being one of the
biggies. That shouldn�t surprise anyone as it�s only natural for a child to
reach the age where they have to make their own decisions and create their own
morals and belief systems so I make no apologies for any changes I may have made
in mine over the years.
When it came to adultery my mom had it down plain and simple - sex outside of
marriage was adultery, no questions, no options, no excuses or rationalizations.
Adultery is condemned by the Ten Commandments and thus she considered it a
mortal sin. It didn't matter to her what the circumstances, the intent or
anything else for that matter. It was because of the adultery aspect tat my mom
considered swinging as being immoral and an affront to her marriage vows she�d
made to her husband, her family and especially to God. It didn't matter that my
dad would have been perfectly OK with it as God�s will trumped her husband�s.
Yet as black and white as my mom was on the issue, even she made a couple of
exceptions over the years although they both involved my dad and not her. If
there�s one thing I can say for my mom, she remained true to her beliefs until
their divorce was settled. On the other hand my dad was a man and as such he
had needs and feelings he was unable to control at certain times, just as all
men do. As a result there were two women that he had sex with that my mom
considered adulterous acts. Interestingly they both involved best friends - my
best friend Beth and my mom�s best friend Tammy. In both cases my mother was
fully aware of everything and while I can't say she was happy about either one,
she didn't stop him either. The only thing that kept their marriage intact was
her stretching her definition of �family� to include �as good as being in the
family.� If anything she set an example for me as to how a wife is to submit to
her husband whenever possible, even if it means having to bend a little in the
process.
Growing up I had every intention of emulate my mother�s examples, even when it
came to her restrictive feelings about adultery. Thus in my heart I�d long
accepted that I would not have sex outside of marriage once I took my vows.
Fortunately since �marriage� means �family� that meant that I could still please
my dad as that was incest and as I stated earlier, incest cannot be adultery.
If you ask me it should be obvious to anyone why incest is never adultery as it
would be just wrong for me to stop submitting to my own father and I can't see
how God would ever want that to happen. Even so, as a result I knew that once I
was betrothed that there would be a drastic reduction in the number of sex
partners that I�ve become accustomed to over the years. True, blowjobs would
still be allowed and I LOVED giving those but face it, sucking a dick isn�t the
same as feeling one in you.
After Steve proposed to me, we had a lot of discussions over how things would be
in our marriage. Of course the majority of those discussions had nothing to do
with sex but it was still an important topic. Given my mental preparations
regarding sex after marriage you can imagine my surprise when he confessed to me
that he fully expected us both to continue having sex with other people after
marriage! I would�ve been thrilled had he wanted to get involved with incest
but Steve wasn�t interested in incest with his own family in any way. In fact,
he wasn't exactly thrilled about me and my dad although he supported me as he
knew how important it was to me to maintain my obligations as a daughter.
Instead he wanted us to have sex with people outside our marriage which was in
direct contradiction with my long-standing beliefs regarding adultery.
When you love someone as much as I loved Steve, you don�t just throw everything
away because a speed bump appears in the road. God wouldn�t have brought us
back together again just to let us split up over one issue so I knew there had
to be something I was missing. Since we were only engaged and not married yet,
I agreed to try swapping with him and see how things went from there. At best
it was a delay tactic as I knew sooner or later I would have to make a decision
as there was no way I could marry someone and not have something this important
still on the table. For the next few months we met with some other couples and
needless to say, I had some really good times. Still, there is a lot of sin
being committed today by people just �having a good time� so that didn�t make it
right either. Something had to be resolved.
There seemed to be no way out so finally I ended up discussing the problem with
the one person I could always bring anything to - my mother. My mom is not just
my mother; she is my best friend, confidante, and at times even my lover. Who
was the first person I told after losing my virginity? My mom. Who was my first
girl to have sex with? My mom. So who else would I go to in order to bring
this issue to a head once and for all? Of course it had to be my mother.
In some ways I suppose I went to her assuming she would reaffirm her beliefs and
tell me that I had to either change Steve�s mind or hand back the ring. My mom
was pretty flexible in many ways but there were a few steadfast rules and
beliefs that were beyond compromise so far as she was concerned and adultery was
one of them. So you can imagine my surprise when she started to question her
own beliefs after seeing how they eventually led to her divorce. Of course my
dad�s desire to have sex outside marriage was not only reason they split or even
one of the major reasons but it was a contributing factor.
It was through these discussions that my mom and I came to the agreement that it
wasn�t so much the ACT of sex that defined adultery but rather the INTENT behind
the act. Just as my dad having sex with our best friends turned out to be just
fine, it was only because his intent at the time was not to cheat on my mother
but to simply enjoy himself. Needless to say, adding in the �intent� factor
when it came to determining if something was adultery changed things
significantly.
So now I�m married which should tell you that I got it all worked out. Many
people have asked and I suppose with high expectations but from a pure sexual
point of view not a lot has happened or changed since our ceremony. It�s not
like anyone was under the delusion that I was a virgin at the altar although I
doubted a number of my guests had no idea by what margin I was NOT a virgin.
Granted, in the month since we�ve been married Steve and I have had a lot more
sex than before but that�s mainly due to the fact we now live together so
there�s more opportunity. In fact, we�ve had sop much sex that other than
taking care of my father�s periodic �needs� I haven�t had sex with anyone
besides my new husband since our wedding ceremony. It�s not that I have
anything against such things. It�s more the lack of opportunity as in addition
to taking care of my husband I�ve been so busy with school starting and such
that we haven�t been going to parties lately either.
While things have been pretty much status quo for me, my new husband has already
taken advantage of his blanket permission to be with anyone in my family he
desires, anytime he wants. It�s not that he couldn't before - and indeed he
did, but it just seems different somehow now that we�re married. He especially
likes to be with my Aunt Linda and in fact he�s has met with her numerous times
while I�ve been at work teaching. As a realtor it�s child�s play for her to
find free time and sometimes I know he has even meet her at a house while she
was showing.
What I find interesting about my husband�s attraction to my aunt is for a guy
who is technically a pedophile, for whatever reason he is much more drawn to my
older aunt than to her daughter. This drives Kristi nuts of course which I
sometimes suspect is part of his plan. Oh well, it doesn�t really matter to me
so long as he�s happy.
Sooner or later I knew things would change, it was just a question of when and
who.
Chapter 2 - Getting in Touch
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It was almost a month after our marriage and so far we had not done anything
with regards to having sex with others, at least outside our new marriage
family. Steve mentioned it a few times but it was like more in passing than
anything concrete. Still, knowing my husband as well as I do I had no illusions
that he wasn't thinking about it when we would pass by a pretty girl or we�d get
together with other couples.
In a way, I guess it was because now that we were married, it was like
everything we had done before was put into the past and we reset the clock when
we each said, �I do.� Just as having sex with my new husband became something
new and special - I learned the true meaning of �making love� during our
honeymoon, so I expected our first time with other people to be new and unique
and special as well. Thus we weren't rushing into anything although I knew he
was pretty active when it came to checking out the profiles for the swap group
we had joined soon after our engagement last November.
When it comes to the swap group Steve normally handles all the details but I�m
pretty much aware of the general arrangements. When he signed us up it was like
having to get an Ultra Top Secret clearance or something from a spy novel.
There was the typical questionnaire which was then followed up by personal
interviews with the people who managed the group - together as a couple and then
each of us separately. No, there was no �audition� required, that only happens
on porn sites! Everything was handled professionally and confidentially.
Once we were informed that we�d passed the initial interviews, Steve had to
submit all sorts of personal information about each of us - a lot more than I
was comfortable with but the site claimed that it was needed to run credit
checks and other security checks. Imposing warnings told us to be truthful up
front about everything because if anything bad showed up and it looked like we�d
tried to hide it would be cause to have us immediately rejected and forever
banned without appeal. The final step in the process was a photo and video
session where we had to turn in various types of photos ranging from the every
day �family� portrait style to full nudes. At least we didn't have to record us
having sex as I would have drawn the line at that!
Even after all that we were only granted anonymous access to the group web site.
No actual names or personal information was available, just member photos (non-
nude only) and personal profiles. A critical part of the personal profile was
where you indicated what you wanted to be involved in - and NOT. We were
sternly warned once again that falsifying this sensitive information was cause
for immediate expulsion without warning. Thus if you wanted BSDM, then you had
to state so and not surprise your more conservative partners after you met. It
was not meant to be restrictive, just informative. Basically nothing was off
limits so long as you specified it ahead of time. Some people were into simple
straightforward swapping while there were some that were really out there -
animals, drugs, pedophilia, slavery, BSDM, you name the perversion and someone
out there was a fan.
The way the site worked was that once you found someone who looked like a
potential match, then you sent in an invitation which they had to accept for
things to move forward. A preliminary acceptance just opened up their profiles
to allow you access to their more personal photos (including nudes) and any
other information that they may not have wanted to post to the general
membership. Provided everything was still with both sides, only then was actual
contact information exchanged - phone number only. Real names and addresses
were NEVER disclosed through the web site, not ever. If you wanted to know
someone�s name or address, you had to wait until you contacted them personally.
It was this dedication to security that drew my attention to the site in the
first place.
Sometimes I would just browse through the profiles out of morbid curiosity and
not even use the search tool to filter the weird people out. There were lots of
people that were intellectually stimulating as I would imagine there would
eventually be times we tried out people with different ideas about sex and such.
However since this would be our first time since being married we were being
especially choosey. I felt like it would be like the first time I had sex,
something that would always be my �first�, something I would never forget.
Then one day Steve called out to me to come to the computer and take a look.
�So what do you think, perfect or what?� he grinned.
Reading the screen over his shoulder, I glanced through their profile and to be
honest, my first impression as that it was some kind of sick hoax. Sure the
group made every effort possible to ensure the members were all who they said
they were but there were always those people wanting to game the system.
Reading more I had to wonder how such people could have ever gotten into this
group in the first place? According to their profile they were recent newlyweds
having gotten married in May which put them a few months ahead of us. They were
each a couple of years younger than us with her being younger at 23 and him
being my age at 26. They claimed to be Christians but I�d learned since joining
that people can have very different opinions of what THAT means. No kids so at
least they weren�t producing offspring prior to marriage. From their photos
they looked like your average couple next door with no obvious tattoos, weird
hair, or crazy clothes. What had caught Steve�s eye - and then mine as well,
was the final statement in their introduction...
�We were high school sweethearts and each of us has never had sex with anyone
else. In fact, we were both still virgins until Leon proposed two years ago.
Now that we�re married, we want to expand our horizons without going too far
overboard. We were hoping to meet with another couple similar to us that can
be discrete as well as understanding in terms of our lack of �experience� in
such matters. Please, no party invitations or people looking for a notch in
their belts. We are quite serious about this and would hope for the same
from anyone contacting us.�
Wow, no wonder Steve was so worked up over them. I glanced down and noticed he
was stroking himself absentmindedly with his left hand up the bottom of his
shorts as I was reading. I smiled to myself as he probably didn't even realize
he was doing it - a �bad� habit of his, about as bad as mine when it came to
touching myself. Thoughts of my mom slapping at my hand during church suddenly
slipped into my head.
�Hmmmmmm, she�s really cute,� I teased him, �And he�s not exactly bad himself.�
Indeed, she was listed as being only 5�2� and 90 pounds, a really petite little
thing. She seemed to be part Asian although her features were not as sharp,
probably influenced by an Asian parent mixed with a Caucasian one. Her jet-
black straight hair looked to be almost down to her butt but it was hard to tell
as they were sitting together in a chair in their profile photos. Both wore
glasses in their photos which I found a little surprising as most people took
theirs off for the camera - people like me. My guess was that they must be a
lot more near-sighted than me.
�So... what do you think?� Steve asked although it was obvious he�d made up his
mind already.
My response was immediate, �Go ahead and poke them.�
�Poking� was how you told someone that you were interested in them. It sent the
couple an e-mail and a link to your public profile. If they were interested,
they could accept your invitation in which case we would hear back with a link
to their private profile and they would automatically be able to access ours
(you basically were giving permission to have someone see your private profile
by poking them so it wasn't something you did without due consideration. If
they weren�t interested, all they had to do was reject the invitation in which
case we would be notified and locked out from being able to poke them again. I
guess that was so people couldn�t become �stalkers� and pester those who weren�t
interested in them.
The next day Steve received an e-mail alerting us that they�d accepted our
preliminary �poke�. Steve couldn't wait to check them out and by the time I got
home from work he was already busy jerking off with their photo album open on
the monitor. When I finally got a peek it wasn't hard to see why he was so
�motivated�. By accepting our poke they allowed us to see their nude portfolio
and the girl was indeed extremely petite and even cuter than before. As with
many girls with Asian genes, she may be claiming to be 23 but she was probably
still being carded every time she saw an R-rated movie. Her boobs were perky
but very small, A-cups most likely and that was being generous. Her figure was
perfect though, obviously she was not a child as the curves were all in the
right places. There was something about her poses that seemed innocent and
almost a bit na�ve, like she was embarrassed but still determined to go through
with the photo session. She was shaved but any lack of hair was made up by that
long straight hair that came down to just above the crack in her ass when she
stood on her bare feet.
The guy was also good looking in the nude. It�s surprising sometimes how many
people look good in their clothes but when they take them off it�s like they
suddenly look all flabby and unattractive. He didn�t have the physique of an
athlete but at the same time obviously took care of himself. The guy was pure
Caucasian - pale skinned if anything, with short blonde hair and perhaps
Scandinavian descent. Steve poked his finger in my side and grinned as he
pointed out that unlike the wife, the husband was definitely NOT shaved. When
it came to pushing my buttons, my new husband knew me all too well!
Looking at their photos and seeing how my husband was reacting to the nude
photos of the wife, I wondered how things were going at the other end where they
should be seeing us now as well. Was her husband jacking off to my nudes?
Well, hopefully he was jerking off to mine and not Steve�s! It wasn't like mine
would have qualified as porn shots; nothing like being on my back with my legs
spread out and in the air or anything like that. Personally I considered them
to be quite tasteful and I was actually a bit proud of them if I might say so
myself. I wondered what she was thinking about my new husband? Steve wasn�t
Arnold by any means but he was handsome and fit and that wasn�t just his bride
talking but a number of my friends had weighed in as well. From what I could
tell, the guys had comparable dicks so at least there wouldn�t be any silly
issues about that.
�Well, I�d say I�m ready to respond,� Steve said. Looking down at his cock in
his hand, it appeared to me that he already had. Oh well, I would�ve been more
worried if he had NOT responded this way. Indeed, the day my husband stops
wanting to jerk off at the sight of a pretty woman is the day I check his pulse!
Still I remained skeptical. Were these people too good to be real? I wasn't so
concerned about them physically as I had no doubt these were photos of THEM,
unlike so many other web sites. The only photos that were posted were the ones
you had taken during the interviews - nothing could be submitted to be posted.
Thus there was no doubt that the photos represented the people but that didn't
mean the profile was true. Granted, they�d checked ours out quite thoroughly
but that didn't mean someone couldn't scam the system.
It wasn't their photos but rather their story that seemed far-fetched to me.
How did anyone even get find out about this group with such a background?
Everyone we�d had anything to do with had been heavily involved in similar
activities long before joining. Like me and Steve, we saw the group as an
opportunity to expand our social network while improving our security, not to
mention not having to deal with all the fakes and perverts. Way back when I
belonged to Adult Friend Finder (AFF) in college I soon learned the hard way
that probably less than one percent of the people on there were really who they
said they were, especially the women and so-called couples. There was no way I
would have even considered meeting anywhere from that site no matter how
desperate I might have been.
�Hell, what do we have to lose?� was Steve�s response when I expressed my
concerns. �We can do dinner, scope things out, and then blow them off if they
turn out to be weirdoes or whatever.�
He had a good point as dinner in public was about as safe as you could get in
such situations. Meeting people for the first time at their home or even a
hotel room was far too risky for me, even when they were arranged through a
private group like ours. It wasn't until you actually met people and started to
interact with them that you really could tell who they were and what type of
things they were into. For example, some people�s idea of what constitutes
bondage might be far different than someone else's so they may not mention they
are into silk scarves holding them to the bed frame even though they checked
�no� for BSDM in their profile.
So with that Steve clicked on the �Ready to Meet� button which brought up a
dialog box warning that our personal contact information would be disclosed if
we continued. It was just be a phone number, not our address or names, so it
wasn't all that risky so long as you used a phone that wasn�t listed in your
name with the Internet White pages. We kept one of those throwaway phones from
Wal-Mart for just such things. It was a small expense for the extra security it
provided.
When he clicked on the acknowledge button that brought up an introduction form
where we could write in a personal invitation to the people we were trying to
meet. Steve looked at me and got up off the chair so I could take a seat.
Steve might be perfectly good at dealing with most on-line stuff but when it
came down to writing letters and interacting with people he knew where the
talent lay in our marriage.
Straightening our my dress under me, I took a deep breath. In the past when I�d
written such things it was easy but in this case I felt I needed to be more
careful about my wording and approach. Assuming their story was true, they were
likely to be overly cautious and nervous. I would think that the last thing
they wanted was some �experienced� couple writing them and making them feel out
of place.
It took just a few paragraphs for me to complement them on their wedding and
state my admiration for their willingness to expand their marriage boundaries.
I didn�t mention anything about incest, young kids or anything else that might
make them skittish as they didn't need to know about such things. I also didn�t
mention anything about the number of partners we�d had or anything else that
would make us seem imposing or otherwise threatening. I DID emphasize that I
was an elementary school teacher and a devout Christian so they would hopefully
see us as being �normal� people. You can just imagine some of the invitations
we�ve received. What amazes me is evidently people must respond to such crude
and crass letters or why would they write them. I guess says something about
the general population although I�m not really sure what.
A few days later and no response which started me to think my first instincts
had been proven correct. Even though the group site was supposedly extremely
secure and everyone on it had been personally vetted by the couple who ran it,
there were still the occasional perverts and weirdoes who somehow managed to
crash the party. It was like the ones who write me after reading my on-line
diary in that most of the time they are easy to spot simply because they ARE so
crude. There are also certain warning signals that flash like a neon strobe
light - like when the only thing they seem interested in is getting you to
accept their initial poke just so they can have access to your personal photos
and video. Every now and then the clever one comes along who can still fool me
- although I like to think I eventually �out� them. Was this �couple� just one
of the more clever ones?
What particularly disturbed me about the possibility of them being fake was that
from the beginning I�d been extremely concerned about allowing nudes of me to be
posted on ANY Internet site. It was only when everyone assured me that the site
was as secure as they could make it and only real people would be seeing them
who had valid reasons for seeing them. Even so, I drew the line at posting
photos of me having sex - alone or otherwise. I know that some people get a
voyeuristic thrill from having strangers watching them doing such stuff but not
me - at least not when I had no idea who was seeing them or what they were going
to do with them.
A week went by, still no response. By now I�d pretty much written them off and
was pushing Steve to report them as frauds. Even if they weren't interested,
protocol said that they should respond to all personal invitations. You didn't
have to do anything if people poked you as those were a dime a dozen. But when
you responded to someone and then they invited you, common courtesy said you
should at least acknowledge them and say you weren�t interested if nothing else.
Then one day I was home alone and bored so I decided to check out our profile
and see if anyone had posted anything. Even though I usually left the
management of our stuff to Steve, I still liked to peek in on it now and then to
see what was happening. As usual, there was a ton of pokes from people wanting
to meet us which I ignored. Steve could sort through those later. To my
surprise there was a notification that we had an invitation waiting so I clicked
on the link and there it was... from Leon and Tamara, the couple we had �poked�.
The note was written by Tamara who started out by immediately apologizing for
taking so long to respond to our invitation. Apparently they�d been totally
overwhelmed by the number of responses since they�d posted their profile. It
was something I could relate as it had been somewhat the same way for me and
Steve when we first went �live�. Evidently a new profile drew attention like
fresh meat to all the hungry wolves out there. Fortunately in our case I was
accustomed to such attention after eight years of being on-line with my diary so
we knew better than to even reply to most of them and thus kept the whole thing
manageable. From the sounds of it Leon and Tamara were trying hard to be
respectful of everyone and undoubtedly were being swamped by trying to answer
everything that was sent to them. I smiled to myself as I thought they would
learn sooner or later.
My heart then skipped a beat as she went on to say that they were indeed
interested in meeting with me and Steve. She continued by saying how different
my letter had been from the others they�d received. Again I could relate as
even now the vast majority of invitations we get are from some of the weirdest
people. Sometimes Steve would toy with the idea of responding to them just for
the fun of it but I kept telling him no. I simply wasn't about to get involved
with people who thought food condiments were sex toys. Apparently my adding the
bit about me being an elementary school teacher and a devout Christian didn't
hurt either.
Now that I had her name and phone number the next step was to give her a call.
Maybe I should have waited for Steve to get home so we could talk about it ahead
of time but I was too excited to put it off for even just a few hours. Picking
up my iPhone, I dialed the number and listened to the phone ring with my heart
beating so hard I could barely hear when she picked up the phone. At first I
thought maybe I�d called a wrong number as this young girl�s voice answered but
then she said her name and I knew it had to be her. I kept telling myself she
was 23 but it was hard to imagine someone that old with a voice that young.
For the first ten minutes or so the conversation was pretty vague with both of
us maneuvering like boxers in a ring during the first round, jabbing ands
dodging as we sought out the other�s weak spots. Maybe �weak spots� is the
wrong phrase - it was more like probing to better understand the other. Tamara
was obviously painfully shy about all this so I tried to be patient and not push
her too hard although I had at least a hundred questions I wanted to ask.
Eventually we got around to the true purpose of the phone call and she went on
and on about how uncertain she was about everything and how nervous she was. By
the time the conversation ended, we hadn�t really discussed anything in detail
but instead left things open-ended for our husbands to clear up. Frustrated, I
hung up with as many questions as when I�d picked up the phone but at least I�d
made contact.
After I hung up the phone I called their profile up again, staring at my
favorite photo of her as I tried to connect the voice on the phone to the girl
in front of me. It wasn't even one of the nudes but rather just her sitting on
the floor in a pair of denim shorts and a skimpy halter top with her legs
crossed as she smiled up at whoever was taking the photo. The shorts were cut
so high there was just a hint of panties showing in her crotch while the halter
top was so tight that is did what it could to emphasize her small boobs. What
caught my attention was her smile; it was brilliant and the overall expression
on her face was so joyful, almost child-like. Hmmmmmm, so this was the girl I�d
just spoken with... not bad... not bad at all.
Later when Steve came home I showed him the letter and then told him about my
phone conversation with Tamara. The fact that they were real people got him
excited so he immediately called up Leon. They seemed to hit things off from
the start and in less than ten minutes the two of them had set things up for
dinner the next Friday night. Anyone listening in on the conversation would
have thought they were two old college buddies calling up to get together again
with their new wives as nothing sexual was spoken or even implied.
Steve hung up the phone and we just stood there staring at each other.
�So tell me... does this make you as horny as it does me?� I asked him, running
my tongue over my dry lips.
Steve didn't say a word - nor did he have to. His dick did all the talking...
Chapter 3 - Dinner With Leon and Tamara
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Steve and Leon hadn�t wasted any time in getting us all together. That very
next Friday night they arranged for us to meet and have dinner at, of all
places, an Olive Garden. I can still remember when Steve broke the news to me.
�Olive Garden? Did you say Olive Garden? As in always crowded, lots of
families, no privacy, boring Olive Garden?�
I�m not sure Steve knew quite how to take me at that moment. Standing there in
front of him, hands on my hips, a look of astonishment written all over my face,
he must have thought I was some sort of wild woman gone ballistic.
�Sorry, he was the one who suggested we go there,� Steve said holding up his
hands defensively as if he was afraid I was going to attack him or something.
�Oh you mean the guy who�s never had sex with anyone besides his wife? The guy
who�s probably never done anything in public before? The guy who was a virgin
until he was in his mid-twenties? Is that the guy you�re talking about?�
OK, so maybe it was going overboard but I was frustrated. Heck, I could�ve
listed a dozen places off the top of my head that afforded a better atmosphere
for this type of dinner. Like, we weren�t really meeting for dinner, who was
kidding who? This was a prelude to having sex but how in the world do you talk
about such things in a wide open public restaurant like Olive Garden with kids
and grandmothers sitting right next to you? Damn it anyway, I�d had my hopes
set so high about all this. It was going to be our first swap with wedding
rings on and I wanted it to be perfect in every detail.
�Oh Kelly, just settle down, it�ll all work out. It�s not like anything was
going to happen no matter where we met,� Steve tried to calm me down and then he
grinned when he saw my expression, �Well, maybe YOU had other plans but for me
this is just a meet and greet.�
Trying hard to control my anger, I changed to subject to finding out more about
the couple we were suppose to meet. As to where Leon and Tamara lived I hadn�t
a clue as so far we�d only exchanged first names and phone numbers. Steve then
had the bright idea of looking up their phone number on the Internet and sure
enough, up popped their full names! Seems nobody had warned them about being
careful as to what phone number they provided to strangers. The names matched
as did the ages so we figured it had to be them. Their address put them on the
north side near the New Kensington area. I wasn't familiar at all with part of
the area and neither was Steve. We put their address into Google Earth and
there was their home - an older house snack in the middle of town which wasn't
exactly the high rent district from the looks of things. We tried to research
them further but there were no relatives listed or other connections.
�Well at least we know they�re real,� Steve mused.
On that I had to agree with him. Nothing like seeing confirmation in the phone
book to put on the stamp of confidence.
�So which Olive Garden are we going to?� I asked.
�Some place called Tarentum?� Steve replied, evidently another new name for him.
Together we checked it out and I was a bit surprised that it was located so
close to New Kensington. I say surprised as being so close to where they lived
it was entirely possible that people there might recognize them. Then again,
it�s not like we were planning on having public sex at our first dinner so
evidently they had chosen familiarity over privacy.
We checked it out a bit more and saw it was located in a shopping area. Seeing
the neighboring restaurants, I noted that at least they hadn�t picked the Red
Robin right next door! Talk about the last place on earth I�d want to go for
such a get-together...
That Friday in school I was totally distracted. It got so bad that at one point
during the day one of my students actually had to call out my name when I
started daydreaming about the evening to come and totally phased out from my
lesson plan. Shaking my head to get back into the rhythm, I wondered what my
adorable little 10-12 year-olds would have said if they knew their teacher in
her long dress and conservative makeup was getting horny thinking about having
sex with strangers after class? Well, maybe not right after class but close
enough. Not that I would ever even consider doing anything naughty in class, I
have to say for a moment I did wonder what they would think if I started
masturbating right there in front of them. Like THAT was suppose to help - NOT!
By the time I got in my car to drive home it was like I had an itch between my
legs that just wouldn�t go away. As soon as I was out of the parking lot and
safe from the prying eyes of parents and young kids I pulled up my dress and
reached between my legs with one hand while I steered with the other. Damn, the
crotch of my white cotton panties were soaked! Pulling them to one side, it was
a huge sense of relief when my fingers finally touched my pussy, pressing down
on my poor clit where the itching sensation was centered. Talk about something
I�d been wanting to do all day...
For once I didn't curse the red lights and if anything I found myself praying
for them as I inched my way through Friday evening traffic. When I was stopped
I would close my eyes for a few moments as I masturbated, dreaming of what it
would be like to be fucked by Leon while my husband was busy with Tamara.
Mmmmmmm, how about me and Tamara after that? I wondered if she�d even been with
another girl. She claimed to have never been with another guy besides her
husband but that didn't rule out some experimentation with the same sex.
Sleepovers and college dorm rooms had led more than a few �innocent� girls
astray, even if it wasn't something they ever confessed to later.
The guy behind me honked and I realized the traffic had resumed moving while I�d
been entertaining nasty thoughts of Tamara�s bare pussy pressing up against my
face. And to think people worry about texting while driving! I wondered if the
guy behind me would have still honked if he knew why I wasn't paying attention
to the light? Who knows, maybe he would have honked all the more.
By the time I pulled up to the parking lot behind out apartment I was flushed
and breathing hard. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt as they pressed
against the restrictive bra I was forced to wear while working. Turning off the
car, I let the seat drop back and started to work on myself with both hands.
There wasn't anyone else around and I didn't want to quit for even the few
moments it would take to run up the stairs to our little newlywed apartment.
I was soooooo close...
YES! Finally I crossed the line, jumped over the cliff, scaled the mountain
top, or whatever metaphor you want to use for achieving orgasm. After spending
all day trapped in front of my class without the chance to even rub myself a
little, it was like the dam burst and all my horniness that had built up during
the day was released in one massive �O�. God it felt so much better to finally
do it. I kept rubbing with one hand while I brought the other to my mouth,
licking my pussy cum off my fingers, wondering if Tamara�s pussy tasted anything
like mine? For that matter, how would she taste with my husband�s cum dripping
from her?
No sooner had I lowered my dress than several people went walking by my parking
place. I hadn�t even seen them pull in so they must�ve done so while I was
cumming hard and not paying attention. Even so, in the dusky light and with me
slouched so far down in the seat I doubt they would�ve seen much of anything
anyway even if they had walked right by. Then again, so what if they had? Not
like it was anything to be ashamed of, right?
Back in our apartment, I closed the door and turned to find myself in the arms
of my adoring husband!
�I love you,� he whispered to me as he kissed my neck and ears while planting
his hands firmly on his favorite place for them - my ass. Then he sniffed like a
dog and grinned at me.
�Smells like someone�s been naughty while driving home.�
I grinned and put my fingers up to his nose. He opened his mouth and sucked
gently on them.
�Now THAT is the kind of perfume they need to bottle,� he teased me, quickly
undoing the zipper in the back my dress as he talked.
�Steve... we have plans for tonight,� I pretended to protest as my dress hit the
floor, soon to be followed by my bra and then my wet panties. I stepped out of
them, leaving my flats behind.
�And these just have to go,� he fussed, pulling down my hose, �How do you stand
wearing all this crap all day?�
Fair question and one I asked myself usually several times a day when it felt
like I was suffocating. Steve knew the school dress code rules as well as I did
but that didn't stop him from constantly teasing me about them as he knew how
frustrated they made me. He was always challenging me to go to school without
any panties on, claiming that with a dress down to my ankles nobody would know
anyway. As much as I would�ve loved to indulge him, I just knew that would be
the day I slipped down the stairs or something would happen and everyone would
see the youngest teacher in the school had been running around bottomless under
her dress. NOT a career move to say the least if you wanted to teach at a
Christian school, or any school for that matter
�So are you just gonna just stand there complaining about my clothes or are you
gonna fuck me?� I teased him, standing there barefoot and naked except for a
gold chain with a cross around my neck and my earrings - and wedding ring of
course.
�Hmmmmmm, let me decide...,� he said, holding his hand to his chin as he stared
at my naked body as if there was a real decision to make.
****************
Somehow or another we managed to shower and dress in enough time to leave the
house with at least a shot at getting to the restaurant on time. In figuring
out our timing I thought that so long as the tunnel traffic wasn't a mess there
shouldn�t be a problem. At least we would be going IN towards the city from the
south side instead of out so we wouldn�t be facing the worst of the Friday night
madness.
It was starting to get to be a bit chilly in the evenings so I grabbed a light
jacket from the closet as we left. Steve, still the newlywed husband and
gentleman, took it from me and helped me into it.
�You know you could�ve just worn the jacket,� he whispered into my ear as he
kissed me just behind the ear and then down my neck as he pulled the jacket up
over my shoulders.
Actually, it wouldn't have been the first time I�d worn JUST this very jacket
but never to a dinner with a couple of strangers and certainly not to a family
restaurant like Olive Garden. It was white with a belt and came down below my
butt but not much further. When I sat down it wasn�t long enough to sit on so
it wasn't designed for those cold days that were threatening already -
especially if all I had was a bare bottom underneath.
I turned to kiss my husband. �And you would just love that, wouldn�t you,� I
giggled and then I playfully patted him in the crotch. �I would�ve thought you�d
had enough after the shower.�
The shower was the last place we�d done it, preceded by the living room couch
and prior to that the bed. He must have been really horny, that�s all I could
say. Evidently he�d been thinking about this evening all day just as much as I
had during my classes. Well, hopefully he�d be recharged by the time the
evening progressed but knowing my husband I had all the confidence in the world
that there wouldn�t be any problems in THAT department.
Steve continued to be the Southern gentlemen as he held the door to his truck
open for me and then closed it behind me. The black dress I was wearing wasn�t
all that heavy and with just a minimal thong on underneath I may as well have
been bare-bottomed. The cool vinyl of the seat gave me goose bumps as I
shivered while I waited for him to get in and start the pickup so the heater
would get working.
�Cold?� he asked, seeing me wrapping my arms around myself. �Let�s see just how
cold you really are.�
I had scooted over to be next to him by then, one of the advantages of a bench
seat. Steve reached over and unzipped my jacket down to the belt and pulled it
aside to take a look inside.
�Either you really ARE cold or we need to go back inside,� he joked, seeing my
nipples poking through the thin fabric. I wasn�t wearing a bra, of course, and
the wrap-around style of the dress allowed for plenty of cleavage to be
revealed.
�Hmmmmmm, interesting.... you�re so chilled up there but yet so hot down here,�
he observed as his hand moved down to between my bare legs which I spread for
him and then I felt his fingers pressing against my pussy through my thong.
�OK mister, either do something about it or drive,� I came back, pretending to
be stern with him. Actually I could�ve gone with either option at the moment.
Steve just chuckled and pulled away from the curb. �Well, sorry but we don�t
want to keep Tamara waiting, do we?�
No mention of Leon but that didn�t surprise me. No doubt Steve saw Leon only as
the means for him to be able to fuck Tamara. If there was one thing Steve was
definitely NOT, it was gay. Like your typical guy, he was always pushing for a
threesome but also as a typical guy his idea of a threesome was two girls having
sex with him. Yep, no crossing swords for Steve. Even in the past when I HAD
been with other guys Steve would watch but he didn�t like getting too close. It
was sort of funny in that as much I LOVED dicks, Steve was so repulsed by them
(other than his own of course) that I think he would roll over and die if he
ever had to so much as touch another guy�s cock in any way.
As we drove I thought about it all the more. Yes indeed, when all was said and
done, this evening was more for Steve than me. I don�t mean to imply that I
wasn�t looking forward to it but if it wasn't for Steve pushing for it we
wouldn�t be doing this tonight. Frankly, I would�ve been happier just to stay
home with him and make love. If we were going to go out and party, then I liked
it more when Steve let me loose while he watched. Sometimes he preferred to
stay in the background, not even letting people know we were a couple. There
was something about me having sex with other guys that really turned on Steve
and I loved to perform for him. By the time we�d get home he�d be so horny that
he would practically jump me before the door shut behind us. The bonus for
Steve came when the guy I targeted had a girlfriend that he was willing to swap.
In thinking ahead, while I was looking forward to having sex with Leon it wasn't
like I couldn't go without it. For me it was just sex with someone new which
was always interesting and hopefully fun. As for Steve, I could see the twinkle
in his eyes and the twitch in his dick the first time he saw Tamara�s photos and
then when he finally got to see her nude it was like instant hard-on time for
him. For him, it was all about the new conquest, a new pussy he hadn�t fucked
before. Yes, it was the newness that got him so turned on which was fine with
me as I knew that also meant this would undoubtedly turn into yet another one-
night stand, as did almost all our previous encounters under similar
circumstances. I guess I liked that about him in that he never tired of me so
that told me that any lust he might feel for another woman was just that - pure
lust. There was nothing wrong with that. Like what man doesn�t feel that way?
People who know me already know that one of my favorite �hobbies� is to seek out
married men. Leon might indeed be married but he didn't qualify as anything
special for me because his wife was involved. Going back to my explanation of
adultery, what really turns me on is when a man commits adultery with me. If I
was just meeting Leon tonight and Steve was doing Tamara but neither of them
knew that the other was cheating, then THAT would have been the perfect night
out for the two of us, at least from my point of view. It was also one thing
that we hadn�t done yet but that didn't mean we didn't fantasize about it
sometimes. It was hard enough to find a husband to cheat with me without trying
to get his wife to do the same without either of them knowing about the other.
Going through the long tunnel, I looked at Steve as the lights lit up his face.
God I loved him so much! Sure I was horny thinking about tonight but the
biggest thing for me was that I wanted this evening to be perfect for Steve and
I would do anything to make that happen.
Leaving the tunnel, we crossed through Pittsburgh and then started the drive
north. Neither of us said a lot as I think we were both fantasizing a bit about
the upcoming dinner - and probably even more about what might come afterwards.
Still, would they even show up? Then what if they turned out to be total fakes?
No matter how much I tried to ignore the feelings, there was the nagging issue
that they might chicken out halfway through dinner or something like that. If
everything they�d said was true I had to think that right at this moment they
were both nervous as heck. They might even be questioning what they were doing.
I learned early on that it�s easy to post on line and chat and such but making
the move to actually meeting someone was a huge step for anyone to take.
Pulling into the restaurant parking lot, I saw that it was a bit crowded but not
packed so hopefully that meant we wouldn�t have to wait for long. As I looked
around I wondered if any of the cars belonged to Leon and Tamara. We hadn�t
told each other what our cars looked like, not even that we would be driving a
pickup truck, so there was no way they would know it was us even if they�d been
watching. Steve stopped the engine, got out and started to walk towards the
restaurant until he noticed I was still sitting in the truck, waiting
impatiently.
�Are we getting spoiled madam?� he asked, bowing deeply as he opened the door
finally to let me out.
As I turned to scoot out I let the dress slide up and flash up to my hip for
just a bit. �Isn�t this worth it?�
�Well, it would be even better without the damn thong,� he said, pretending to
be unhappy.
�Yeah, like you don�t know what�s underneath.�
The parking lot had been deceiving as there were about six people waiting for a
table when we walked in. None of them looked like Leon and Tamara though so
Steve asked the serve if we could take a look. She brightened up and said that
another couple had just been seated that had mentioned that someone would be
asking about them so she led us towards a corner booth where I finally laid eyes
on our partners for the evening.
After brief introductions we took a seat in the booth opposite Leon and Tamara
which sort of put me off a bit. I would have expected that I would be sitting
next to Leon while Tamara moved over to be with Steve but for now we took our
side of the booth while they kept claim to theirs. I was still wearing my
jacket as I was cold but Tamara had hers on the seat over to the side. I
noticed when we sat down that she was wearing a rather conservative blouse and
skirt that came below her knees even while seated with her legs crossed. She
was just as petite as she had looked in her photos, looking almost like a young
girl. Leon looked rather handsome, I might say, even in just a dress shirt and
jeans which happened to be the same thing Steve was wearing although different
colors. Steve was more a dark blue guy while Leon�s was a light green pattern,
For the first few minutes we just chatted about nothing - the weather, the
traffic, them waiting for a table, us being a little late. Our server came by
and took our drink order with all of us ordering either a soft drink or tea.
She was back quickly and by then we were ready to order. Once she left I looked
across to Tamara and invited her to join me as I need to use the lady�s room.
The guys just shrugged as both of them were well acquainted with the female herd
instinct when it came to using the restroom. Funny, but I�ve never once heard a
guy say to another guy that he was going to them men�s room and did he want to
join him!
Once inside we went to the sink and I got out some makeup from my purse. Of
course I didn't need to use the toilet, most of the time women don�t - they just
need to talk and socialize without men listening in.
�You look really nice in that dress,� she complimented me, �It�s a bit revealing
though, isn�t it?�
I was tempted to say something about how it wasn't nearly as revealing as most
of my dresses but that wasn't going to do anything to help so instead I just
thanked her and complimented her on her outfit as well.
�So, are you ready for tonight?� I asked casually. It was just the two of us for
that moment as a mother and her two young daughters had just left.
�Kelly, I�m soooooo nervous,� she confessed, looking at me with eyes like a deer
in the headlights.
�Well don�t worry, we�ll take this as slow as you want and besides, if you
decide to change you mind just say so at any time and I promise we�ll respect
your wished.�
�No, I�m going to do this,� she said firmly, checking herself out in the mirror.
�I want to do this for Leon.�
That wasn't exactly what I would have liked to have heard so I asked, �What do
you mean by that?�
�Leon thinks that now that we are married we need to... expand our horizons as
he says,� she explained softly. �I think he feels like he missed out on things
by being celibate for so long.�
I couldn't help but smile a bit as I remembered the �expand out horizons� thing
from their profile introduction. �And you? How do you feel about that?�
Tamara shrugged her shoulders and stared into the mirror. �I don�t know, I
guess I am happy the way things are now. I always wanted to save myself for my
husband and I am proud that I was able to do that. Well, at least until we were
engaged. I was ready to wait until the wedding but Steve couldn't.�
�So you�ve really never been with another guy before?� I asked, looking at her
in the mirror instead of directly at her.
�Well, there was one guy in high school that touched me but that was all.�
If we�d had more time I might have delved into that one a bit more but we needed
to get back to the guys before they wondered if something was wrong. I turned
to her and held her by the arm so she would look at me in the eyes.
�Just tell me one thing Tamara, and trust me, it�s OK no matter what you say.
Do you really want to do this?�
For a moment I was afraid she might say no. Granted, I really wouldn�t have
wanted her to do anything she wasn�t ready for but at the same time it would
have been frustrating to get this close and then have her back out at the last
second. Then she got this determined look and my heart slowed down a bit.
�I think so... I mean it�s not like I have never thought about it before, just
that I was raised that such things were wrong. My mother would faint if she had
any idea what we were planning right now.� Then she grinned a little and I knew
it was going to be OK when she added, �And besides, you�re husband looks really
cute.�
While I wasn't so sure Steve would appreciate being called �cute�, I understood
what she was trying to say. Heck, I thought the same thing myself!
A couple of older women came in then which sort of cut the conversation short.
There was no sense in just waiting around so we headed back to the booth. We
were about to turn the corner to our booth when I pulled her arm gently to stop.
�Tamara... how old are you?�
�Twenty-three.�
I looked at her in the eyes and asked her again how old she REALLY was. She
seems a little exasperated then and I found myself wishing I hadn�t questioned
her.
�I KNOW I don�t look it but you can see my driver�s license. I turned 23 the
day after we got married. Nobody ever believes me so don�t worry about it.�
Before we sat down I took off my coat and hung it on the post by our booth.
�Nice dress,� Leon spoke up, his eyes zeroing in on my bust and exposed cleavage
immediately. He could hardly be blamed as compared to little Tamara I was
stacked! I�ve heard it said if you want to lose weight, hang around with fat
people and it will seem like you have. Well, the same goes for boobs. If you
want yours to look bigger, hang around with small-breasted women.
�So where did you guys meet?� Leon asked. Steve told him how he and I had been
high school sweethearts, how we�d been separated for years after his mother was
transferred, and then how we had met up again the previous summer when he and
his mom had moved back to the area.
�That�s really sweet,� Leon said and then Steve asked him how he and Tamara had
met. That was something that I was curious about as well so I leaned forward
which also caused my boobs to spill out all the more - a point not lost on Leon.
�We met at a church picnic my senior year,� Leon said, putting his arm around
Tamara and hugging her. �Even though Tam her was just a freshman we just
clicked. After I got out of college I proposed to her and a couple of years
later we got married.�
I looked at Tamara who just smiled across the table from my me. Steve was
watching her like a hawk although with the way her blouse was shut at the top
there was no chance of getting a view of her small boobs.
�So you two been doing.... �this� for long now?� Leon asked Steve. I glanced
again at Tamara who just rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. It was like
the two guys were having the conversation while the women kept quiet and in
their places.
�Actually we just signed up with the group earlier in the year,� Steve
explained, not volunteering any more detail than absolutely necessary. He also
didn't mention anything about what we�d been doing since we were teenagers.
�Well as you know, this is our first time,� Leon said softly, leaning over the
table so we could hear him. I mean like we�ve never done anything like this
before. Heck, neither of us has been with anyone else period.�
For some reason I could buy that line when it came to Tamara but I have to admit
I was starting to question Leon. He looked every bit his 26 years and if
anything could have passed for a few more. If what they�d been saying was true
then he�d kept his virginity until he was 24. Heck, I�d never met a 24 year-old
virgin before. The thing is with guys there�s no hymen to check, you just have
to take their word for it. Well, if Tamara was OK with it then I suppose I
should be as well.
�Well, so what do you think of my wife Leon?� Steve said although his eyes were
on the cute little girl across the table.
�She�s hot,� Leon grinned. Short and sweet but that was enough for me and it
was time to step in and move things along.
�Ummmmm, Leon, �she� is right here so you don�t have to act like I can�t
understand what you�re saying.�
Leon sat up straight and held his hands up like he was being arrested. �So sorry
Kelly, I didn't mean anything bad at all. I was just trying to tell your lucky
husband there what as babe he has for a wife.�
I looked at Tamara who was just sitting there with her hands in her lap, not
saying a word. It was hard to read her and I wasn't sure if that was a good
thing or bad. Our dinner came then and for the next ten minutes or so the
conversation shifted back to the food, where to eat in the area and such. Once
we were getting close to being finished, Steve perked up and suggested that
Tamara and I switch places. Tamara looked at me and I smiled at her, trying to
encourage her. She stood up, looking tentative and then I sat down in her
place, leaving her with nowhere to go but next to Steve.
�You�re really small,� Steve said as he put his arm around her. She didn't pull
away but then she didn't exactly jump in his lap either.
Leon took his cue and put his arm around me. I looked at Steve who just nodded
almost imperceptibly and so I scooted over to be tight up against Leon. His
hand went to my bare upper arm and held me while I allowed my hand to move to
the top of his leg.
�So you guys just got married a few weeks ago?� Leon asked, the first time he�d
addressed me directly.
�Almost four weeks now,� I replied, moving my hand over until it was on top of
the bulge that was growing under his jeans.
�Wow, makes me feel like we�ve been married forever,� Leon laughed, �It�s four
MONTHS for us now.�
�So how old are you again Leon,� I asked. Her replied that he was 26. �That�s
my age too... when�s your birthday?�
It turned out he was older than me - by three days. March 4, 1985 was his
birthday. That put him a couple of years behind Steve although had I seen them
on the street together without knowing either one I might have said just the
opposite.
Tamara jumped just a little and from the angle of Steve�s arm I had a pretty
good idea. It must have been frustrating to him that she was wearing such a
long skirt. Usually when he put his hand on my leg under the table there wasn't
a whole lot for him to get out of the way. Still, she hung in there like a
trooper and didn�t try to move away from him or anything negative.
Grinning at Steve, I leaned over to whisper in Leon�s ear. �Have you ever had a
hand job in a restaurant?�
�Here?... Now?� he blurted out, not so loud anyone around us would hear but
enough for my husband and his wife to take notice.
�You�ll have to excuse my wife Leon,� Steve pretended to apologize, �She has a
certain weakness for that sort of... thing.�
From there it became like a Seinfeld episode where everyone was using euphemisms
for sexual parts rather than saying �dick� or �pussy�. All the while I was
rubbing Leon�s ever growing dick through his pants. Under the circumstances I
wasn't about to unzip him or anything with all the people around and walking by
but it was definitely getting his attention.
�Ready for dessert?� Steve finally said. Leon started to say something about
being full but Steve stopped him mid-sentence to say, �I meant dessert at your
place.�
He could have added, �you dummy� but as satisfying as that might have been I was
glad he showed some restraint. Sometimes it�s best to just leave things unsaid,
no matter how great the temptation.
�Ohhhhh,� Leon mumbled and then grinned. �So how does this work?�
Rookies, I thought to myself. I had a feeling we�d be having to take the lead
all night from the way things were going.
Steve signed the credit card slip - we picked up the bill for dinner while Leon
insisted on leaving the tip. He sat back and put his hands on the table. �I
would suggest we take our cars and drive to your place. Kelly can go with you
and Tamara here can ride with me.�
Tamara and Leon exchanged glances but they seemed to go along with Steve�s
suggestion. Well, things had to get started sooner or later so the sooner the
better of you asked me.
We all laughed when we got out to the parking lot as it turned out that we had
parked right next to them. Like, what were the odds? Tamara seemed surprised
that we drove a large pickup truck while I was taken a bit off-guard as well to
see they drove a Toyota Prius. Sort of two opposites in terms of the
environment. Steve opened the drivers door for Tamara who looked confused at
first but then realized his intentions so she hopped up into the bench seat.
Meanwhile, Leon beeped his car alarm fob on his keychain and we each got in
ourselves. I�d never been in one of these and the first thing I noted was I
missed the bench seat in Steve�s pickup! Oh well, it would be a short trip if
nothing else.
Steve waited for us to pull out first as he had no idea where to go. As Leon
fastened his seat belt I left mine undone and let my skirt ride up a bit to let
me him get a much better view of my legs than he�d had in the restaurant.
�So are you ready for this Leon?� I asked softly, �Tamara seems a bit
apprehensive.�
�Oh don�t worry, once she gets going I�m sure it will be fine,� he assured me as
we maneuvered back to the highway.
�Does she ever masturbate in the car when you drive?�
Leon just laughed saying, �No way... she�s not exactly what you call a �public�
girl. I mean, you saw how she dressed.� He paused to look at me again and then
grinned. �I take it you�re a bit more adventuresome.�
�Oh a little,� I sighed, trying not to sound too slutty, �Would it turn you on
to see me playing while you drove.�
Leon let out a long breath as he looked in the driver�s mirror to merge. �Like
duh! What guy would say no unless he was gay? And even then he probably still
would.�
�You mean like this?� I teased as I pulled up my skirt to my waist and reached
down inside my panties to touch myself.
�Wow, you don�t waste any time, do you?�
�I can stop if you want.�
Leon raised his hand and saved me to continue. �Are you kidding me? You can do
that all day so far as I�m concerned.�
I finally figured out how to lay the seat back which made it much easier. I kept
my hand inside my thing so in the dim light he really couldn't actually see
anything, just the movement of my hand under the flimsy material.
�I love to play with myself Leon... does Tamara use her fingers or does she like
toys?�
�Hell if I know,� he grumbled as he tried to watch me without getting us killed
as we quickly approached the next exit. �She say she doesn�t and I�ve never seen
her do it.�
�Not even during sex?�
�Shit, I�ve tried... even pushed her hand down there but she always pulls back.�
�Mmmmmmm, poor girl doesn�t know what she�s missing...,� I sighed as I rubbed my
clit.
While I firmly believe that 100% of men masturbate (I go with the 80% admit they
do and the other 20% are liars), I HAVE known a few girls that really don�t
masturbate although they have been few and far between. One of my college
roomies was actually against it as she considered it the equivalent of �sex� and
she was saving herself for marriage. Now whether or not she started after she
got married, I�ll never know but it seemed pretty dumb to me at the time.
�I bet YOU do, don�t you Leon?�
That brought a smile to his face and maybe had the light been brighter I could
have seen if he was blushing.
�I knew it... all men do so it�s nothing to be ashamed of.�
We were getting downtown and I figured probably pretty close to their house so I
quickly pulled my things down my legs and off around my heels. I looped it over
the rear view mirror like a garter after a prom date.
�There, something to remember the trip by,� I said as I smoothed out my dress
again, �I�ve been told they make nice air fresheners as well.�
Leon laughed again at that one as we pulled into the narrow driveway of an older
home. Steve parked on the street behind us as we all go tout and followed Leon
to the front door. I noticed Steve had his arm around Tamara but it wasn't like
they were looking like teenagers in love quite yet as she had her hands in her
coat pocket.
�Well?� I whispered to Steve as we approached the door. He just looked at me
and shrugged. Evidently Tamara hadn�t been as open as I had been with Leon
which didn't exactly surprise me. For that matter I hadn�t been all that crazy
with Leon either when you take into account what I�ve done with other men in
similar circumstances.
Leon unlocked the front door and we all stepped into the home which looked to be
maybe a hundred years old. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration but it was not
new by any means. Even the furniture had a old look to it and the carpet would
have been politely referred to as �retro�.
�This was my parent�s house,� Leon explained, as if an explanation was in order
in the first place, �They�ve retired to Arizona so they left it to me. �Tamara
is working to fix it up, aren�t you babe?�
Tamara looked more embarrassed than anything but she smiled and started to talk
about the new furniture they were looking at, almost as if she was taking
advantage of the opportunity to go off on a tangent and NOT discuss the large
elephant sitting in the corner of the room.
Chapter 4 - Getting Things Started
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One of the things I love about Steve is that he is one of the few guys with whom
I don�t feel I have to always be the one to push or take the lead when it comes
to sex. I guess it all started when we first dated and he was the older, mature
high school junior while I was just an incoming freshman who had never been on a
serious date until I was with him. Steve had been the �experienced� one back
than as everything was new to me and he loved to push my boundaries. You could
probably say he is more responsible for me becoming the school slut than anyone
else.
Having gotten off to a good start, when Steve left I never looked back and took
full advantage of whatever opportunities came my way - plus those I worked on
making happen myself. It didn't take long to learn that you never sit home
alone on a Friday or Saturday night when they guys know they�re guaranteed a BJ
in return for paying for the movie or dinner. While I never had sex with a
teacher while I was in high school (or college for that matter), I�m fairly
certain my grade point average wasn't hurt by flashing and flirting with the
male teachers - and even a few of the female ones.
By the time Steve reentered my life, I�d had sex with literally hundreds of men
if you count the nameless guys lined up at parties and such. As for blowjobs,
God only knows as I certainly have no idea. I�d graduated with honors both
academically and sexually, near the top of my class while earning an awesome
reputation.
In the twelve years since I�d given my virginity to Steve, there wasn't a lot I
hadn�t tried at least once. In college I even did some escorting for a short
time and while it only lasted for five guys, it taught me a lot about men and
their fantasies. I went back to escorting after school when I had some problems
with my teaching career but it was largely non-sexual. My philosophy has always
been to try things at least once just so I can say I did it. While I really
don�t like anal, I have done it although somewhat reluctantly. My friend Nancy
even got me to let her dog fuck me. Now THAT was something I swore would never
happen again and hasn�t except for one time when I volunteered but that was to
help someone out. In the past year I�ve even had sex with young kids just to
please my father. On THAT issue I�m torn as while I cant say I didn't enjoy it,
there is just something about it that makes me uneasy.
As for Steve, he never spoke a lot about his sexual exploits while we were
separated but I�d had plenty of hints that he was just as �active� with the
girls as he had been in high school. We agreed early on that neither of us had
to provide a history to the other and that we would start fresh. Granted, there
was always my diary on-line that he could have read but so far as I know, he has
never looked at it.
With Steve it was always fun and exciting as I never knew what he would do next.
As for him, I like to think he was just as interested in what I would do next
and I tried my best to keep things fresh between us. Both of us love public sex
which helps. I don�t mean actually being watched although that IS a fantasy of
mine but rather situations where we aren�t but COULD be seen. I love to flirt
with men and Steve has always encouraged that side of me, even betting me at
times as to whether or not I could get a guy to fuck me and then as a bonus, how
long it would take.
One of my favorite things to do with Steve is to go out on a date where I
promise to do anything he says, no matter what. To make this fun, you really do
have to do everything as once you start making exceptions it sort of spoils the
entire evening. For most people I�m not sure it would work as in addition to
being pretty crazy you also have to trust the other person explicitly. While I
promise Steve that I will never say �no�, sort of our own private version of the
�Just say YES� campaign, I also trust that he will never ask me to do anything
that would be harmful or embarrassing. If you want a true test of your
relationship, try playing this game as you�ll quickly find out whether or not
you can really trust the other person.
I say all this because at this moment you couldn't ask for two different couples
to be in the same room together. Steve and I had been in similar situations
dozens of times before, not always as a couple but in some sort of party
situation. The last time we�d done something like this we barely even got
comfortable before we split off to separate bedrooms for the night. Leon and
Tamara were a different case. Now that we were actually in their house, I
couldn't help but wonder of one or both of them was having second thoughts. It
wouldn�t have been hard to understand as many people find that playing on the
Internet with the anonymity it provides makes it easy to say things you never
would in person. Now that we were all face-to-face in person, there was no
hiding behind the keyboard, this was the real deal.
�So ummmmm, how does this sort of thing usually get started?� Leon asked,
fidgeting a bit as he rocked from one foot to the other.
Steve started to answer but knowing him, he would have been direct and to the
point, NOT what was needed about now judging by the look of desperation on
Tamara�s face. She was smiling but it looked very forced and there was no
laughter behind it.
�Maybe it might help if Steve and Tamara sat over there on the couch while you
and me got things started,� I offered. Steve looked at me a little quizzically
as he knew from past experience that I liked to just be alone with the guy when
we swapped but from the grin that followed I knew he was more than willing to
sit back and watch his wife go to work on another man.
�Sounds good to me,� Leon said and then looked at his own wife, �That OK with
you Tam?�
If anything she seemed a bit relieved as she nodded without saying anything.
Steve sat down and she took a seat next to him, maybe a little less than a foot
separating them. Steve wasn't going to let that continue though as he put his
arm around her and pulled her up next to him. She didn't resist but then it
wasn't like she threw herself at him either.
�So it�s me and you,� I said gently, taking Leon�s hand in mine as I led him to
a large overstuffed chair across from the couch with a tacky coffee table in
between. It was one of those large heavy dark-stained pine monstrosities that
you see in the cheap furniture stores but that also made it perfect for what I
had in mind.
Deliberately ignoring my husband and his wife, I moved the flower arrangement
from the coffee table to the floor which left it bare - the perfect stage.
Being careful not to fall on my heels, I stepped up on the table and then stood
there facing Leon as he sat upright in the chair watching me. It was then I
noticed the front drapes weren�t pulled but with only a single lamp on in the
corner of the room it wasn't like there was a spotlight on me. Besides, the
neighborhood looked deserted when we pulled in and I always get a bit turned on
by supporting other people�s voyeuristic tendencies.
We�d taken off our coats upon entering, hanging them up in a small closet by the
entrance so all I had on was my dress. Indeed, after leaving my thong in the
car ALL I had on was my dress if you discount jewelry and heels. That didn't
exactly lend itself to a sexy strip tease but I would just have to make do.
Seeing Leon�s eyes fixated on me, I didn't think he would mind one way or the
other.
�I�m gonna strip for you now but you have to help out,� I said as I started to
sway back and forth slowly, running my hands down my sides and hips. Leon
looked at me expectantly so I continued with, �I want you to pull that cock out
for me to watch... stroke it so I know you like what you see.�
Leon glanced over at Tamara before he caught himself and looked back at me
again. I cupped my boobs in my hands through my dress, waiting patiently for
him to do his part without saying anything further. He knew what I wanted so
now it was his turn to make a difference.
It didn't take long for him to make up his mind. Slouching in the chair, he
undid his belt and then lifted up his hips so he could undo the zipper and then
undo the pants so he could open the flaps. Reaching through the opening in his
jockey shorts, he struggled at first to get it out and when he finally did it
was easy to see why he had problems. His dick was already practically fully
erect making it hard to get out of the silly flap in the front of his shorts.
�Mmmmmmm, now that�s what I wanted to see,� I purred, slowly raising my dress up
my legs, getting it up to where it was just below my pussy. It was enough to
tease but not show anything. �Now stroke it... I want to see you jerk off for
me.�
Once again Leon�s eyes shot behind me to where his wife was seated but then he
saw that I was watching and he quickly returned them to me. I wondered if Steve
was getting his dick out yet. It wouldn�t have surprised me as he took about
any excuse he could to jerk off. Sometimes I swear he likes to jerk off as much
as love to play with myself.
�That�s it... now tell me what to do,� I said soothingly, pulling my dress up
with one hand while pulling it down with the other and then switching
directions.
�Just take the damn dress off,� he said, the smile on his face disarming the
directness of his statement.
�Not yet... in time,� I assured him but I did lift it up so my bare ass was now
exposed to the audience behind me and my shaved pussy was visible to the horny
guy in front of me.
�Oh, I suppose I should tell you that I left my thong on the rear view mirror,�
I said jokingly over my shoulder to Tamara, �It needed to dry off.�
Oh to see Tamara�s face now! I resisted the temptation as I knew it would just
increase her anxieties if we made eye contact. Still, I wondered what her
reaction was to my announcement about my missing thong?
�You liked watching me masturbate in the car, didn't you Leon,� I teased as I
started to rub my pussy by first cupping it with my palm between my legs and
then pressing my middle finger inside of me. As horny as I was it slipped in
easily.
Leon was stroking his dick with one had as he stared at my exposed crotch. He
didn't even blink! I knew from her nudes that Tamara just trimmed her pussy so
had Leon ever seen a shaved pussy that wasn't on a porn site on the Internet?
His erection looked so yummy and hard and I loved the way he twisted his hand
slightly on it each time he got up to the head. I couldn't wait to get my mouth
on it!
When I first got the idea to table dance for Leon, my thoughts had been around
doing a slow strip tease while seeing if I could get him to jerk off.
Eventually I would get nude and then have him stand up and let me kneel on the
table as suck it for his wife and my husband to watch, closely followed by him
fucking me. Eventually that should get things started for Steve and Tamara
after which we could then go our separate ways for a while.
Seeing how horny Leon was, I started having second thoughts about my original
plan. Damn, I bet I would just get my mouth around him and he�d blow! Well,
there were always options...
�I love watching you jerk off Leon,� I said as seductively as I could, �I think
you want to fuck me, don�t you?�
Leon was breathing more heavily now so he just nodded - not good enough for me.
�You know Leon, when a guy wants to fuck me it�s only polite that he ask,� I
hinted broadly. He just nodded again so I reiterated myself saying, �Well, do
you want to or don�t you?�
�I want to,� he gasped.
�Want to what Leon?�
�I want to fuck you,� he finally said. Good boy! I had to suppress a giggle as
I felt like I needed to throw him a treat or something like a puppy who had just
learned a new trick.
�That wasn't so hard, was it?� I encouraged him as I carefully dismounted the
coffee table and stood in front of him, �At least not as hard as that nice dick
I see.�
Without looking back at the couple behind me, I crawled up on the chair with my
dress bunched up around my waist. Straddling his legs, I scooted up until his
lovely erection was right under my wet and hungry pussy.
�Now fuck me Leon... put that hard dick in my cunt.�
Normally the word �cunt� was not part of my vocabulary unless I was cursing
another woman. While some people think slut is a put-down, I think it�s a
compliment. I reserve other words for women I don�t like such as whore and yes,
cunt. Still, I knew men well enough to know that they like a girl to talk dirty
and what is more dirty than for a girl to call her own pussy a cunt?
Leon didn't say anything in response but I could feel him working his dick
around under me, trying to hit the mark but failing miserably. Rap, I was just
as anxious to feel it in me as he was so I reached down and grabbed it from him,
easily getting it in the right spot to where it slipped up inside of me like it
was greased. I put my full weight on him and sank down to his lap, burying his
dick in me completely.
�Oh god that feels so good in me Leon,� I moaned as I wiggled my hips just
enough to feel it move inside of me.
I put my hands on his shoulders and lowered my head so I could see down to his
crotch where my bare pussy was pressed up tightly against his coarse pubic hair.
I could just make out the base of his dick in the dim light where it disappeared
inside of me. It was quite a sight and it never failed to turn me on to think
that that very thing I saw disappearing up my pussy was causing those incredible
sensations inside of me.
Leon�s hands found my ass and he squeezed each butt cheek in one hand as I
started to rock slowly on his cock. I wasn't lifting myself up and down so much
as I was rocking back and forth, causing him to move in me but for the most part
keeping the entire cock in me as much as possible.
A little of that and I decided it was time to up the ante a bit and stop
pretending to ignore my audience. Lifting myself up, I let his hard cock flop
out of me as I stood up on the chair and then twisted myself around until I was
facing Steve and Tamara with my bare butt in Leon�s face. Steve was grinning
from ear to ear and I noticed his arm was further around Tamara now until he had
his hand over her small boob over her blouse. As for her, she wasn't pushing
him away but than I couldn't see that she was reciprocating in any way either as
her hands were in her lap still.
Once again I found myself wishing for a camera as I watched Tamara. It wasn't
that she was doing much, if anything it was the blank look on her face that
caught my attention more than anything. It was sort of like, �I cant believe
this is happening� sort of thing yet at the same time she wasn't turning her
eyes away either as I would have expected if she was really upset about things.
�OK Tamara, watch now... your hubby�s dick wants back in me again.�
This time I lowered myself down as I face Steve and Tamara, grabbing Leon�s
erection when I got low enough and used it to rub my pussy first. I couldn�t
help but shudder when the head of his dick ran over my slippery clit.
�Do you ever masturbate using your husband�s dick?� I asked Tamara as I rubbed
myself with that very same dick. She shook her head silently so I said, �You
really should try sometime... he feels soooooo good against me.�
Enough of that as I pushed the head back until I felt it just under me and then
I lowered myself down on him, easily taking him in this time being so wet and
freshly fucked.
�Oh my god Tamara, he feels so good in me,� I gasped as I dropped down to my
knees and then sat down on Leon�s lap. My dress kept trying to fall down to
hide things but I pulled it backup and tucked it out of the way. Leon�s hands
went around me again but this time they found my boobs and like my butt cheeks,
he took one in each hand and squeezed.
There was no sense in making him rub through my dress so I lifted it up and over
my head, leaving me all but naked on his lap with just my heels on for the
moment at least. It was sort of interesting as I was the only one undressed.
Steve and Tamara hadn�t even unbuttoned yet and while Leon�s dick was out in the
open, or as open as it could be while in my pussy, the rest of him still bore
the same clothes he wore at dinner.
�Fuck I�m going to cum,� Leon gasped as he seemed to try to push me off his dick
like he didn't want to cum in me. Well, that was too bad as I was in control
which meant I got to say where he came and there was only one option so far as I
was concerned - my pussy.
�Watch close Tamara... he�s about to cum inside of me,� I gasped as I worked my
pussy on his cock. No sooner than the words were out of my mouth then Leon let
out a loud groan and I could feel his hot sperm being ejaculated in me like tiny
blooms of warmth deep in my lower belly.
�Oh yeah, that�s it Leon, fill me with your cum,� I sighed as I planted myself
down firmly around his dick. Of course by then he already had!
I was so proud of my husband. Seeing me getting fucked with the hot girl next
to him had to be a tremendous temptation but he was behaving like a gentleman.
Heck, he wasn't even stroking himself which in and of itself was a major
accomplishment. It was time for his reward...
Lifting myself off of him, I cupped my pussy to keep everything in me and
quickly made my way until I was sitting on the coffee table in front to the two
of them. I leaned back and put my legs on the couch, one between each of their
legs. Taking my hand off my pussy, I could feel Leon�s cum drain from me,
flowing down between my buttocks and dripping onto the coffee table top.
�So what do you think Tamara?� I pushed her a little, �How does it feel to see
your hubby�s cum dripping out of my cunt?�
Tamara didn't say anything at first so Steve stepped in with, �Well, I can say
tat for ME, it�s pretty damn hot.�
Steve gave Tamara�s little boob a squeeze which seemed to waken her from
whatever world she was in.
�Oh my god,� was all she said as she put her hand to her mouth.
�See how turned on my husband is seeing your husband�s cum draining from my
pussy?� I told her, �I bet your husband would feel the same way, don�t you?�
Her eyes widened as she immediately caught on to what I was hinting at for her
to do. Steve was in on it too and I could see from the way he was looking down
at her that he was more than anxious to get a piece of her.
Steve looked at me and I nodded. Nothing more needed to be said as we both knew
what was coming next - or should I say WHO was cumming next?
Leaning over, Steve put his hand under her chin and turned her head towards him
as he kissed her on the lips. At first she didn't respond but then she seemed
to relax just a bit and returned the favor to him. Soon I could see his tongue
pushing against her tight lips and I smiled as I saw them part and allow it to
enter and explore. Steve kept kissing her as he reached down and lifted her
legs so she was sitting across his lap, supported by his other arm behind her so
she didn't fall backwards.
Meanwhile, I had gotten myself out of the way and returned to sit sideways on
Leon�s lap so my legs hung over the arm while I leaned back against the other
arm. Leon was watching my husband fooling around with his wife but that didn't
stop him from taking advantage of having a nude girl on his lap and feeling me
up. He seemed to stay away from my pussy as it was a bit messy with his cum
(soooooo typical of a guy) which meant my boobs were his primary target. He
seemed to be a nipple guy, pulling them and letting the backs of his fingers
trace circles around them. As for me, he still had his dick out so at least I
was able to feel it pressing against my bottom and there was no mistaking that
he was ready to go for it again. THAT could wait as I thought it best we both
concentrate on other matters for the moment.
Steve and Tamara continued to kiss and I knew it was Steve�s way of keeping her
having to think about who was watching by distracting her from seeing us. It
wasn't long before he had his hand up her skirt and was pushing it between her
legs which for the moment she held tightly together. It took a little
persuasion but she parted them just enough for him to get up between them and to
her crotch where he lifted back her skirt to show us all her pink nylon panties.
Showing unusual restraint for him, he didn�t immediately try to take them off or
pull them to the side but instead starting to rub her through the slippery
material.
At first there was no reaction but then slowly, ever so slowly, she couldn't
hold back the feelings that I knew had to be building up inside of her. At
first it was just a slight movement that I would have missed had I not been
watching so intently but that was followed by a quick thrust of her hips as
Steve continued to massage her clit through her panties. Still he held back,
waiting for her to react more strongly.
�Ohhhhh,� she suddenly gasped and then returned to her lip lock with my husband.
That was his cue to pull her panties to the side and for the first time I saw
her cute little pussy. I say cute because frankly, not all pussies ARE cute.
She was an �innie� in that her labia were not prominent and her pussy looked
almost childlike at first until Steve started to run his finger up in between
her already wet pussy lips.
�She has a nice pussy,� I whispered to Leon. He just nodded and kept his eyes
staring at his wife as she was being felt up by another man.
�Ohhhhh,� she gasped again as Steve pushed one finger inside of her, holding it
still once her had as much of it in her as he could reach.
I saw Steve whisper something to her but couldn't hear what it was. Then I
watched as she started to unbutton her blouse so Steve wouldn�t have to removed
his hand from between her legs. Once it was undone she pulled it apart,
revealing a lacey black bra that easily covered her small breasts. This time
Steve had to do some of the work so he pulled his hand from between her legs and
reached around her to undo her bra. Soon she was topless with the blouse and
bra on the floor with just her skirt and panties on.
Had I seen nothing but her bust line, I would have guessed her to be maybe a
young teenage at best or even an early developing preteen. Her nude photos had
shown them off to their best advantage that much as for sure, as now they looked
to be barely out the training bra stage. Just goes to show what a good
photographer can do for you. Fortunately Steve had never been a big boob man or
else he would have never been drawn to me back when I was fourteen with a bust
not much bigger than Tamara�s. Steve was an ass man to the core, followed
closely by legs which worked to my strengths when I was young. Indeed, to this
day I still consider my ass and legs to be my best assets which is likely why my
favorite hoe attire is a t-shirt with no bottoms.
As for the skirt and panties, the panties didn't last much longer as he slid
them down her thighs and then down and off her feet such that all she had left
was a skirt pulled up around her flat belly. It wasn't in the way so Steve
didn�t seem to be in much of a hurry to take it off. Then again, I knew he
liked me to wear a little but of something rather than be fully nude, as if it
was more naughty to be mostly undressed than naked.
At the moment that left both men fully clothed, with Leon�s cock out but
otherwise nothing had been taken off, while both girls were either naked or all
but naked. We might not be barefoot and pregnant these days but when it came to
sex, men seem to like their women to get naked first. Not that I�m
complaining...
I was enjoying the feeling of Leon�s hands on my breasts as Steve lowered Tamara
to her back and then slid out from under her so she was laying on the couch on
her back. Lifting one leg until her foot was on the top of the couch, he slid
the other over to it fell over the side of the couch, leaving her cute little
pussy spread wide open for him. At this point the possibilities were endless so
I watched wondering where Steve would go next.
Once again I was impressed by my husband�s restraint as I knew there was nothing
more he wanted than to drop his pants and fuck this little girl. Rather than
jump to the obvious, instead he got in between her legs and then reached under
he to cup her bottom in his hands. Then he leaned down, lifting her up to eat
her pussy like he was lifting a large watermelon to his face. Her eyes were
tightly shut but she was clearly enjoying it and well she should. Steve isn't
the type that always likes to eat pussy but when he does, DAMN is he good! So
many men don�t seem to have a clue what a woman wants but not Steve. Frankly,
when we first dated he wasn't all that good but by the time we�d hooked up again
someone must have given him some outstanding lessons.
For the first time Tamara started to react on her own as her hands moved to her
small boobs, holding them like a security blanket as this stranger licked and
kissed and sucked on her pussy. Once the ice was broken, it seemed she was
replaced by another woman as in the space of a few moments she transformed from
this quiet, shy and reserved girl to a loud sexy girl begging for more.
�Right there.... yeah that�s it, right there,� she instructed him as his tongue
worked around her soaking wet pussy. Her hips lifted off the couch on their own
as if she was trying to push her pussy up against his face. Steve pulled one
hand form underneath her and pushed a finger into her pussy, fucking her with
his index finger as she humped like a whore in heat.
�Oh god,� she cried out as she started to cum. Lucky girl, she got to cum
before me! Her petite body literally shook as her orgasm rose within her. She
stopped talking at that point and just moaned loudly as Steve tried a second
finger in her.
Steve had shown remarkable restraint up to this point, EXTREMELY remarkable in
my opinion so I guess it didn't surprise me when he tried to push the boundaries
a little bit. Tamara was still moaning and humping on his finger when her
pulled the second dinger out and tried pushing the wet digit up her asshole.
�What the....?� she suddenly cried out as her eyes popped open. She started to
reach down but Steve was relentless, pushing it in her even as she tried to push
his hand away. I could relate as having anything up my butt wasn't exactly a
thrill to me but at the same time I knew that when it came to sex and Steve
wanted something, he didn't take no for an answer too often.
�Owwww!� she cried angrily, squirming her butt as the invader pushed in deeper.
Steve had his mouth back on her pussy though and soon she was struggling as on
the one hand she was loving the feeling of his tongue on her while on the other
hand she wasn't too happy about where his other finger was.
Steve evidently had achieved his immediate goal and so he pulled away and
quickly stripped. I was so proud of my naked husband! Tamara also seemed to
enjoy the sight of this nude stranger with the hard dick pointing out from him
like a branch from a tree.
�Mmmmmmm, my hubby�s gonna fuck your wife now I think,� I whispered again to
Leon. He didn�t reply but I could feel him shifting himself under me as his
dick grew even harder. If there was any anxiety over seeing his wife have sex
with another man, nobody had informed his cock, that was for sure. I parted my
legs just enough to let it slip up between my legs until I could just see the
tip of it appear between my naked thighs.
Leaving her on her back, Steve mounted Tamara, using one arm to keep his weight
off of her while his other hand guided his erect dick. I was sort of hoping she
would take over and replace his hand but she had her arms to the side, laying
there still as she waited for the inevitable.
�Fuck her Steve... fuck her for me,� I encouraged him, acting as his cheerleader
on the sidelines as he got ready to make the big play.
Another moment and he did just that. Once he had the head in her he let go of
his hard cock and now had one hand on each side of her as he used his hips to
thrust himself deeper into her. She must have been pretty tight as it took
several tries before he was even half-way in her. From there he gave one really
hard push and they both groaned loudly together as he buried himself in her.
As much as I knew Steve loved watching men fuck me, from my side I really wasn't
that much into watching Steve fuck other girls. I don�t think its jealousy or
anything as I am VERY secure when it comes to our relationship and marriage. I
just don�t get turned on by it. Well, that was under most conditions. There
WERE times when I have to say it DOES turn me on to watch him fuck another
woman, starting with my mom. After listening so many years to her fantasize
about the day I would have a husband for her to fuck, seeing her dream come true
was one of the more erotic moments of my life. One other time I remember and
that was when he did this cute little twelve year-old at a family party. Well,
now I can add a third one - little Tamara.
Perhaps one reason it was so erotic to watch Steve fuck her was she seemed so
small under him. In fact, she wasn�t all that much bigger than that twelve
year-old he�d done. Perhaps it was a peek into the future when someday he
fucked his own daughter - IF that should ever happen. Given Steve�s feelings
about incest the odds weren�t all that great such a thing will happen but that
doesn�t mean I can�t dream about it. Watching him fuck her now, slowly and
gently, like a father bringing his daughter into womanhood, was just something I
couldn't stop watching. Not even the pressure of Leon�s own erection up against
my pussy as I tightened my legs around him was enough to distract me.
�So what do you think Leon? How does it feel to see your wife with another
man�s dick in her?�
Leon didn't answer at first but when I glanced back at him I saw it was not
because he wasn�t answering me so much as he was fixated on the incredible scene
taking place in front of us. Steve had now twisted Tamara�s upper leg up and
over and he lad laid in between her and the back of the couch so they were now
spooning as he cradled her in his arms to keep her from falling over the edge of
the couch. What I liked best was that it offered the perfect view of his dick
as it entered and pulled out of her pussy, not to mention her hand over her tiny
breast and the intense look of pleasure on her face. If she was still aware of
us watching there was no sign of it.
�Well?� I asked again.
�I can�t believe this,� he replied hoarsely, like his mouth was as dry as a
desert and he could barely speak, �She loves it.�
Well THAT was obvious but then I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Was he
simply making an observation, stating the obvious, or did he mean that he
couldn't believe that she was loving it, as if her couldn't believe another man
could make her feel the way she was feeling right now. Then again, maybe he was
a little upset that perhaps she was feeling TOO good, that she was loving it
more than anything he had been able to accomplish with her.
�I think she likes my husband�s cock in her, don�t you?� I returned. Perhaps I
was being a little naughty by pushing him a bit on the subject. Hopefully he
wouldn�t get TOO upset and bring everything to halt with some sort of jealousy
tantrum. Fortunately he was more mature than I had worried.
�She certainly seems to,� he said slowly. Then he squeezed my boobs tighter and
it was his turn to push. �But then YOU seemed to like MY dick in you while your
husband watched if I recall.�
I smiled at him while keeping one eye on the happy couple a few feet away.
Tamara had cum again and her pussy was so aroused now I could actually hear
Steve�s cock as it sloshed in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
�Well, after he cums in her maybe you can put it in me again... it you really
want to.�
�Fuck, I�m ready NOW,� he growled, shifting himself under me to move his dick
even tighter up against my pussy.
�There�s no rush,� I assured him, �I want to see my husband cum in your wife
first.�
I COULD have said I wanted to �see him cum in her first� but if I�ve learned
anything about turning on guys over the years, its how to talk to them. �him�
and �her� was impersonal. OK, so the act was sexy but where was that personal
connection? �Steve� and �Tamara� wasn't that much better. But calling them �my
husband� and �your wife� added that personal touch which seemed to turn men on
so much more. It�s like when I chat to men about their desires for their
daughters. Saying �your daughter� always seemed to turn them on so much more
than just �she� or using her name. As my mom use to say when cooking dinner,
�It�s all in the presentation� and that applied to sex as much as Thanksgiving
Dinner.
Unlike Leon, who was ready to shoot his load so quick I skipped my one of my
favorite parts - sucking his dick, Steve was more experienced and knew how to
control himself better. Sure he was still a guy and so there were times he
couldn�t hold back and came before he was ready but for the most part he had a
good understanding of his personal rhythm and reactions. Most guys would have
cum long before now under the circumstances but not Steve. Leon probably never
noticed the subtle changes in penetration and speed as Steve would adjust his
rhythm to prolong his ejaculation. No doubt he could have gone on like this for
quite a while more and had it been different circumstances, like him fucking me,
I would have treasured his skill but for now it was keeping me from getting
laid.
�Cum in her Steve... I want to see you fill her,� I called to him. Steve looked
at me at first like he didn't understand why I was pushing him but then he saw
the expression on my face and understood my personal frustration. He just
nodded but that was enough, I knew he�d gotten the message.
The change was subtle but definitely noticeable if you knew what to look for.
Now his dick was bottoming out in her with every stroke. When he pulled back he
did so until just the tip of his dick was barely in her, followed quickly by a
rapid plunge deep into her pussy. The stroke out was slower and more deliberate
while the thrust in was hard and fast. Yep, my hubby was working it!
�Watch close, he�s about to cum,� I warned Leon and not a moment too soon. Not
more than a few seconds afterwards Steve thrust himself up as far as he could
into Tamara�s little pussy and I could see the muscles in his buttocks clench as
he jerked time and time again. I knew each time her jerked that meant another
load of his sperm was being shot into her and from the look on her face, so did
she. Her eyes opened and she looked across at her husband, the look of pure
pleasure on her face tempered in part by an expression of guilt as she knew that
what she was feeling was maybe the best she�d ever been fucked in her life.
�OK, let�s go to your room,� I said as soon as Steve was done. Show was over,
move along...
We stood up and Leon adjusted his pants so he could walk. I reached down and
grabbed onto his dick like a leash and started to lead him out of them room. As
we walked past our spouses I smiled at Steve as he just laid there with his dick
still in Tamara, his chest heaving as he tied to catch his breath. Tamara was
still looking at her husband, her face and upper chest flush from the multiple
orgasm my husband had aroused in her. I saw Leon�s eyes glance down to where
Steve�s dick was resting in her pussy, sitting still for the first time since
he�d first entered her.
�C�mon... don�t worry about them,� I told him as I gave his �leash� a tug. I
wasn�t sure where the bedroom was but at least I wanted to get out of view of
those two so he could focus on what was important - ME.
Chapter 5 - A Strange Bed
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Once he couldn�t see his wife any more, Leon seemed to come out of the
mesmerized state he�d fallen into and seemed able to focus more on me again. He
took my hand and led me to their bedroom. I�d wondered where he was going to
take me as from the size of the house I was guessing it had at least three
bedrooms. Previously when guys would bring me home the results varied. Some
guys found it erotic to fuck me in the same bed they slept with their wife, even
going so far as to have me lay on her side of the bed and perhaps even wear some
of her lingerie. For others, the guilt factor seemed to dominate and so they
would take me to a guest room or one of the kid�s rooms. The fact that he
brought me to their bedroom was interesting.
As soon as we got there before we said anything he quickly dropped his clothes
and I saw him naked for the first time. While not in Steve�s league he wasn�t
bad either. Leon was a little shorter and not as hard a build with a bit of a
belly but not fat by any means. Perhaps more importantly he had a dick as hard
as a spear sticking straight up in the air like a missile launching for outer
space.
This time I was going to get what I wanted at the start. Before he could say
anything I practically dove for the floor in front of him and once on my knees,
all but devoured his dick. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good and I could still make
out the aftertaste of my pussy on it.
�That feels so good,� he groaned. He really seemed to be enjoying it and then I
thought about Steve and Tamara earlier. While I had foregone sucking off Leon
because of my fears he would cum before he fucked me, Tamara shouldn�t have had
any worries about Steve yet she had never sucked his dick. It made me start to
think...
�Does Tamara give good head?� I asked, coming up for air.
He didn�t have to answer, the look on his face told me everything but I still
wanted to hear the words.
�She�s never sucked my dick.�
Whoa! Hold the presses we have a new headline. �Like never as in... NEVER?�
�She says it�s dirty. She won�t let me eat her out either.�
Now THAT was interesting as she certainly hadn�t stopped Steve and from what I
could tell, she loved it at the time. So maybe that was part of why poor Leon
had been a bit jealous. Can�t say I really blamed him if my suspicions were all
true.
�So has ANYONE ever sucked your cock?�
Leon, took a second to answer as after I asked that I made an extra effort to
suck hard on his dick.
�Oh sure, back in high school I had a girl do it but she wasn't very good... her
teeth practically killed me.�
Ah yes, the sure sign of an amateur.
�Have you ever cum in a girl�s mouth?�
I looked up and our eyes met as I resumed sucking his erection. He frowned and
then shook his head.
�Tamara would never let me cum on her face, let alone in her mouth.�
Once again I marveled over the fact tat a couple as inexperienced and filled
with such issues could ever have applied for - and been accepted, into our
swapping group. Maybe it was more of a joke for the people who ran it to have
this na�ve couple find themselves with people who might take all sorts of
advantage of them.
�Well you can cum on my face Leon,� I said between licks, �and in my mouth if
you want to.�
Leon just sighed, a long drawn-out sigh tat sounded almost like he�d just been
told his cancer diagnosis was wrong and he was not really sick.
�Get on the bed,� I told him. He got on over the covers and laid there with a
pillow under his head.
�Well if we�re going to do this then let�s do it right,� I told him as I got on
the bed I think he was expecting me to get in between his legs or something
like that so it must have surprised him when I reversed directions with him and
straddled his face while I held myself up with hands such that my boobs were
hanging down to his dick.
�I take it you�ve never 69�d before,� I called back to him as I lowered my pussy
to his face while his dick was right in front of mine. �Just remember, if you
lick my asshole I won�t kiss you again tonight.�
Being someone who had never licked pussy before, I didn't have much hope for him
and as it turned out, I was right although he did give it a good try. It was
more for him than anything so at least he could go away telling his friends that
he�d finally ate pussy. He didn't have to say it wasn't his wife�s - that would
be up to him.
What I was more interested in was that nice hard dick that was aimed straight at
my face. Between being in this position and the fact his dick was at the lower
end of the average scale, it was easy to take him all in. Deep throat is deep
throat when it comes to sucking just one guy. The fact that all of HIS dick
gets in my mouth is all that matters.
He was getting close, it was just an instinct I�d developed over the years to
know when a guys is about to cum and I�ve learned to trust that instinct. It
would have been easy to just stay there and take it but I wanted to make it more
of a memory for him so without taking my mouth of hid cock I twisted around so I
was laying sideways on the bed with my head facing him as I finished off his
dick.
Just as he was about to spurt, I pulled it out of my mouth and held it about
half-way yup the shaft, aiming it at my open mouth. The first burst missed and
hit me on the cheek but I wouldn�t tell him that it was deliberate on my part.
He wanted to cum on my face and so this was my way of letting him. The next
load landed on the back of my tongue followed by another in them idle of my
tongue. I moved in closer so the next load also reached my mouth but from there
the rest was on my chin and cheeks.
�So what do you thin Leon? How do I look with cum makeup?�
I was sitting up now, using my finger to scrape the cum from my face and then
licking it off. I opened my mouth so he could see his cum pooled on my mouth
and then closed it, swallowed, and showed him my empty mouth.
�Mmmmmmm, I LOVE cum,� I said, licking my lips as if I was a cat after a bowl of
milk.
That was twice now for Leon and I wasn't expecting a third time but then when it
comes to men in their mid-twenties you never can tell. Over thirty and it�s
pretty fair to expect two at most. Over forty it goes to once and after that
you�re lucky to get him once, especially if he�s on blood pressure meds! That
doesn�t mean they cant cum but it�s just going to be oral sex as often they cant
get it hard enough to fuck. Teenagers are special - do they EVER go soft? At
26, Leon was in uncharted waters for me. I suppose Tamara would have known but
it wasn't like I could just go and ask her home many times her man as good fro
in one evening. Well, it never hurt to try.
Leon had already pretty much gone flaccid and he laid there on his back with his
eyes closed such that I was starting to wonder if he�d fallen asleep. Not that
I would have been shocked or upset, it happens with men. Damn, how many times
had I been left to my own fingers when a guy started snoozing after he�d cum? I
coughed gently and his eyes opened.
�Sorry, was just thinking,� he mused, �You looked so hot with my cum in your
mouth. Why doesn�t Tamara let me do that?�
Loaded question and one I was loath to answer as there was no good response.
Rather than dig myself a hole I snuggled up on the bed next to him, put my arm
around his hips and laid my head just below his crotch with his dick right in
front of me as it laid down flat on his pubic hair, spent and soft.
�Why don�t we worry about something more important Leon... like getting you hard
again?�
Leon took in a big breath and let it out slowly. �I don�t know Kelly, never did
it three times in one night before.�
�Maybe you just never had the right motivation,� I teased him, toying with his
limp dick with my fingers.
With that I pulled my head in closer and took his flaccid dick in my mouth.
Actually I don�t mind soft dicks when it comes to sucking on them. There�s
something about feeling them grow in response to my touch that really turns me
on. As they swell and lengthen, it�s like they are telling me how good I am
making them feel, like how much I turn them on.
�Well, I�m game if you are,� he sighed as he tucked in a pillow under his had so
he could watch without having to strain his neck.
It took maybe twenty or twenty five minutes but finally mission accomplished.
The key to resuscitating a cock is not to overdo it. You don�t need a lot of
action, just constant and uninterrupted action. Stopping even for just a few
seconds can be enough to lose whatever gains you may have made in the past ten
minutes. So for all that time I kept it between my lips at all times, kissing
it, licking it and fondling it as I nursed him back to an erect state.
Victory! I held his erection in my hand and sat up to smile at him. �See, I
told you all you needed was the right motivation.� Yeah, that a a LOT of skill
and perseverance.
�Fuck me like you fuck Tamara,� I said, sounding more like a little girl asking
her daddy to read her a bedtime story than a slut begging to be fucked.
Leon gave me a rather sardonic grin and said, �That�s easy... on your back...
missionary style.�
Like what a surprise... NOT!
This time I pulled back the covers. A quick look at the night stands told me
her side was on the right so I laid there on my back, knees bent with my feet
flat on the bed with my legs spread apart for him.
�Like this?�
�Yep, you�ve got it,� he almost laughed as he got in between my legs and without
any fanfare just stuck his dick in me and started to pound away. Maybe it WAS
starting to make sense to me why they were looking for other couples!
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me as he kissed and licked my
boobs. Given how long it took just to get him hard again, I didn't imagine he
would be cumming any time soon and boy, as THAT an understatement! Not that I
was complaining mind you. I�d take a guy who lasts forever before cumming than
a one stroke and cum guy any day! As he fucked me I played with my pussy,
recognizing that this wasn't in line with how they fucked but the heck with
that, I wanted to cum a few times myself!
As it turned out, I came twice more before he finally groaned and let loose
inside of me for the second time. As soon as he finished he rolled over to the
side of me, panting like he�d just run a marathon.
�Damn, three times,� he said more to himself than me I think.
We just laid there for a few minutes, not a sound in the room as felt his cum
start to leak out of me. Using the sheets to clean myself off, I stood up and
faced him.
�What do you say we go back and see how they are doing?�
Chapter 6 - Settling Accounts
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Somehow Leon managed to crawl out of bed and we both made our way back to the
living room. I was half expecting it to be empty, figuring they would head to
another bedroom where it was more comfortable but I soon learned that was not
the case. Instead, what I saw was a familiar sight. I don�t mean familiar in
that I�d seen the two of them I like this before but more so familiar as in I
recognized the situation as one like Steve and I have ended many an evening in
just this fashion. There was Steve laying on his back on the couch, his head
resting against the arm, with little Tamara laying on top of him with her head
resting on his shoulder with Steve�s dick resting comfortably in her pussy. No
doubt he wasn't exactly hard at the moment so if she were to shift her position
even a little bit she would have flopped out but by laying still with her butt
pushed down against him it was still in side of her, even if just a fraction of
what it had been earlier.
For a moment I felt a bit of nostalgia as Leon and I stood there taking in the
scene. I wasn't sure how he was feeling but for me it took me back so many
years before when Steve was the only boy I�d had sex with and at the time,
assumed he would be the only one I would EVER be with in that way. It was rather
ironic that back then when I was just fourteen I would dream about marrying
Steve and how we would make love and have children. When I talked to my mom
about my dreams she would just smile as I�m sure she recognized a teenager�s
first crush, knowing sooner to later I would move on. Indeed, when Steve and
his family left town I did move on, even if it wasn't easy. I found solace by
being with as many other boys as I could but my heart never forgot my first
love.
Seeing Tamara perched on top of Steve brought back memories of how I would do
the same back when I was fourteen - and about the same size as Tamara was now
even though she was nine years older than I�d been at that time. I wondered if
this was how my parents felt when they would peek in my room after Steve and I
had sex and find me laying on top of him, his arms around me holding me tight as
we lay there joined together. For me there was something special about being
one with him, of having a part of him inside of me for as long as possible.
From a more base perspective we were essentially mating, even if the end result
wasn't a baby (thank goodness!).
Steve was out but Tamara must have heard our footsteps we entered the living
room because her eyes opened even though she remained still. She saw me first
but her eyes quickly moved to her husband who was now naked with his spent dick
hanging down. Obviously she knew what we�d been doing, just as we knew what had
been going on in the living room. A small smile appeared at the corners of her
mouth and I saw her shift just slightly - not enough to cause Steve�s dick to
fall out of her but enough to feel it move slightly. It was a move I knew well!
�Looks like she likes having my husband�s dick in her,� I said softly to Leon
who was staring at his naked, freshly fucked wife. Leon didn't say anything
making me wonder if he was as turned on as I was or was there a twinge of regret
in that expressionless face?
�Why don�t we sit down?� I suggested. Leon didn't seem to have a better plan so
he went back to the chair we�d started in where I then took a seat on his lap,
putting my arm around his neck and leaning in towards him with my head on his
shoulder and my breast pressing against his chest.
The silence in the room was deafening. My first thought was thank goodness
Steve wasn�t snoring! He was usually a quiet sleeper but after sex if he stayed
on his back then all bets were off. Fortunately tonight was one of his better
nights. In contrast, Tamara was wide awake and I could tell from the way she
was squirming that she was still horny as heck. I wanted to call out to her and
tell her to just be patient and wait as it wouldn�t take all that long before
Steve�s dick would be growing inside of her again. One of the more interesting
things I learned when we first started having sex was that getting an erection
was one thing he didn't have to be awake for it to happen.
Meanwhile Leon was just sitting there without saying a word. He had one hand on
my thigh, absentmindedly rubbing it and running his had up and down the soft
inner skin but as good as it felt I knew he wasn't really paying attention to
me. No, it was his sexy little wife a few feet away that had his full
concentration.
�This is really weird,� he finally whispered to me after a few more minutes.
�Why�s that?�
�I don�t know, just sitting her like this watching.�
�How does it make you feel to see your wife enjoying another man inside of her?�
I asked, trying not to cause any hard feelings but at the same my curiosity was
just too much to contain.
�A little jealous I guess,� he confessed. �She�s never done that with me... not
like this anyway.�
�Well have you offered?�
Leon frowned. �No but still... she doesn�t have to look like she�s enjoying it
so much.�
�Maybe it�s time for you to be with her,� I offered. The more I watched Tamara
squirming on top of Steve and listened to Leon trying not to admit just how
jealous he really was, the more I thought maybe we�d had enough for one night.
Like, I�d been laid and Steve certainly seemed to have had a good time so why
push the issue?
�If she wants me... she seems pretty happy right now.�
Oh yeah, definitely time to leave. If we stayed much longer I knew Steve would
start responding to Tamara�s movements. Again, knowing my husband as well as I
did, once THAT happened there would be no stopping him until he�d fucked her
again. Not that she seemed worried! Frankly, I wouldn�t have minded another
load from Leon but I had to keep reminding myself that this was the first time
either of them had ever done anything like this.
If we quit now, it would allow Leon and Tamara to build upon their experiences
tonight and hopefully solidify their marriage by realizing they could trust each
other to be with other people yet in the end, it was their partner they really
wanted. On the other hand, if things kept going in the direction they were
headed, it might result in serious damage to their young marriage in terms of
trust should either of them feel like the other was happier having sex with a
stranger than them.
One thing that struck me was the idea that maybe Tamara and I could have a
little fun before we left. While I�m not one to normally push for such things
with a strange girl as I prefer to keep my bisexual activities amongst friends,
the thought DID cross my mind with regards to Tamara. There was not a doubt in
my head that the boys would mind watching us. Over the years I can�t think of
any time when guys weren�t turned on watching me with another girl. Even my dad
loved it when my mom and I would do a special show for him as a treat for his
birthday or other special event.
�We really need to get going,� I said a little louder to Leon as I pulled away
and stood up. Tamara watched me but wasn't making any moves to get off my
husband.
�Hey girl, your hubby over there needs some attention and I need to get mine
home,� I said with a smile to Tamara. Wow, I was actually a bit taken aback
when I saw the expression on her face as for a moment I thought she was about to
tell me to get lost! She definitely wasn't thrilled about the idea. Sheesh,
had we created a monster?
Putting my hand on Steve�s head, I shook him gently until he woke up. �C�mon
sleepy head, let�s call it a night.�
Steve looked at me and then to Tamara who had sat up now such that Steve�s cock
was firmly planted in her again. I saw her hips were moving in slow small
circles as she ground her pussy into his crotch.
�Just one more time?� he pleaded, like a small boy begging his mom to stay on
the carnival ride one more time around.
I shook my head. �I think it�s time.�
There must have been something in my face or the way I said it but he seemed to
get the message as well as the reasoning behind it. He scooted up a bit and put
his hands on Tamara�s thin waist, lifting her up off his dick.
�Sorry babe... You know you�re REALLY good.�
OK, now we definitely needed to go. Tamara reluctantly got off of Steve, taking
her dear sweet time about it, and moved over to where Leon motioned for her to
sit on his lap. Steve and I dressed - the shower would have to wait until we
got home but I didn't think he would mind.
As we got ready to leave, I turned to the still naked couple, thanked them for
their hospitality, and then left them with my final words of advice...
�It might not be a bad idea for the two of you to finish off the night in bed,�
I advised, �I know that�s where Steve and I will be in a little bit... right
honey?�
Steve grinned but I noticed his eyes were on Tamara the whole time. Looked like
I had my work cut out for me later!
And so we left the two of them. The ride back home was rather uneventful as we
shared our experiences. Steve always loved me to tell him about how I had sex
with other mean (my dad being a huge exception to that rule). To be honest, I
really wasn't all that anxious to hear about him and Tamara. Talk about a
picture tells a thousand words. Seeing her lusting for him to the very end told
me more than anything he ever could. Not that I could blame her...
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The next day Steve pointed out to me that Leon and Tamara�s profile was missing
from the group site. I couldn't but wonder what that meant. Had it been too
much for them? I like to think they had chosen widely for their first swap as I
could just imagine how some of the other couples we�d met might have taken
advantage of their situation. Oh well, we had agreed long before to try to
avoid meeting the same couples again. It was the �strange� sex that made it hot
for me, not to have resident partners.
So now we�d broken the ice. We�d had our first swap as a married couple and I
have to say, overall I loved it! The question now was, what would be Steve's
next choice? The first time had been pretty much based on my fantasy of a first
swap so I told Steve the next one would be whatever HE wanted. Hmmmmmm, things
could get interesting!
THE END