Subject: Rookies
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com
Diary Date: March 16, 2013
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Summary
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Do you remember the first time you swapped with another couple? Then again,
odds are you’re one of the vast majority that have never done in the first
place so the question most likely isn’t relevant. Putting that aside, in a
manner of speaking it’s like asking someone if they remember losing their
virginity.
Taking it another step... do you remember the first time you TOOK someone’s
virginity? Is it even possible to forget? I’d like to think that most
people have had the chance to be at least person’s “first”. For some it may
have been both of you at the same time. In any case I find that there
something special about knowing I’ll be a part of that person’s most intimate
memories for the rest of their lives.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Marital Compromises
Chapter 2 - Playing by the Rules
Chapter 3 - The Setup
Chapter 4 - Memories
Chapter 5 - The Swap Video
Chapter 6 - Dinner for Four
Chapter 7 - Swapping
Chapter 1 - Marital Compromises
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Steve and I were married the afternoon of August 27, 2011. As I’d fully
expected it was a day that brought about quite a few significant changes to
my life. Of course there was the whole marriage thing to absorb but I’m
talking more about changes to my personal lifestyle and moral/ethical
commitments. If anyone had asked the day before my marriage, I would’ve told
them I was completely prepared for marriage. Oh to be so young and naïve
again!
Not surprisingly for someone with my history, some of the biggest changes I
was prepared for had to do with sex. For as long as I’d been thinking about
it my assumptions were that once I said my wedding vows that I’d remain loyal
to my husband. By that I meant that I wouldn’t have sex with anyone outside
our families. To put it in even more simplistic terms, I wouldn't commit
adultery. It’s not like there are THAT many men in my family that are into
incest so I knew that limiting myself to having sex with only a few men was
going to be a MAJOR adjustment. At the same time it’s not like I wasn’t
fully prepared - or at least thought I was.
It was during my teen years that my mom thoroughly indoctrinated me with
regards to adultery. Her view was pretty simple - adultery was a sin against
God, a violation of the Ten Commandments. Even if you could somehow put
aside the religious issues (not a viable option for her but just to make a
point), adultery was simply not something a “good” wife did. In a manner not
so different than a daughter with respect to her father, a wife must submit
to her husband and give herself only to his family (which was now joined with
hers through their marriage).
While these limitation may seem rather draconian, one thing to keep in mind
is that my mom’s definition of adultery was also a bit more liberal than most
people’s. She defined adultery as “sex outside your family” where “family”
included members on both sides of the wedding aisle out to and including
first cousins, nieces and nephews. She also used the legalistic definition
of “sex” which limited it to penetration of a female vagina by a male penis
(doesn't matter how much, even the tip of his dick counts). Technically that
left groping, grinding and other such activities on the table, even blowjobs
although my mom never took advantage of this rather significant “loophole”.
It was the principle that mattered to her and parsing the wording wasn’t an
excuse to violate the intention of scripture.
So what did all this mean to me in terms of how my life would change after I
was married? Not committing adultery meant NOT going out to parties and
enjoying myself with whoever was available just for the fun of it. It meant
I could no longer go out alone and spend an evening with a married man who
was cheating on his wife for the very first time. It even meant no swapping
even if the other couple were close friends. While some might consider all
this as a significant and harsh sacrifice, not me. I loved Steve
unconditionally and I was more than willing to submit myself fully to my new
husband, regardless of the consequences and hardships it imposed.
With all those years of preparation you can imagine what a surprise it was to
me when shortly after our betrothal Steve told me that he wasn't ready to put
aside the sexual freedoms of being single. It was less than two weeks after
our incredible honeymoon when he told me that we were going to swap with
another couple. Wow, you can imagine what a shock that was to me! Note he
didn't ASK me... not, he TOLD me.
As I mentioned to some degree before, I consider Steve to be the head of our
household and as such I freely submit to his authority as dictated by my
Christian beliefs. PLEASE, I don't mean in any way that being submissive
means that I’m subordinate to him or otherwise giving in to his every whim.
I don't go barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen as his personal slave.
Indeed, the concept of true biblical marital submission has been terribly
twisted by perverted men as a means to put women “in their place” whereas the
true scriptural directions promote nothing of the kind. It’s a complicated
topic and I even wrote an article that’s posted in my diary about the true
meaning of submission for anyone really interested in such things.
In any case, the bottom line is that Steve wanted to swap with other married
couple so either I had to accept his direction or not. Knowing how much
Steve loved me I suppose that if I HAD chosen to oppose him that he would’ve
dealt with it but at the same time I think that would also have put a wedge
into our new marriage that might never get removed.
So I had to find a way to submit to my husband yet remain true to myself and
my own beliefs and ethics. After much consideration and a LOT of prayer, I
came to the conclusion that if my mom could define adultery to suit her
situation then why couldn’t I? Thus I revised her definition slightly by
adding, “...without the consent of your spouse.” I mean like if Steve was OK
with me having sex with other men (actually he was more than OK - he WANTED
to watch me), then how can that be considered a bad thing, let alone
adultery?
Essentially now that I’m married I’ve taken the stance that it’s a person’s
INTENT more so than their actions that determine whether or not adultery is
being committed. At its core adultery would be me cheating on my husband,
not simply having sex with someone else. Cheating is a state of mind, not an
action.
Now that we were married and had come to an agreement on the adultery thing,
there were basically two options when it came to us having sex with other
people. We could either go out on our own alone or do it together - in other
words a traditional swap. Interestingly, while I enjoy swapping with other
married couples I find that I prefer to spend most of the time in separate
rooms rather than having something like a mini orgy. It’s sort of the best
of both worlds for me in that I’m doing something in conjunction with my
husband yet at the same time enjoying the intimacy of being alone with
another man.
Some people talk about swapping like you just go out and start talking to
another couple and bang, you all head for the bedroom and have glorious
unrestrained sex. Yeah sure, maybe such things happen in porn movies and
stories. Well, I suppose maybe that MIGHT happen in real life if you’re
really lucky but in my experience nothing works quite that easily. Anyone
who just goes out to a club looking to swap had better be prepared to be
mugged, raped or who knows what else - even blackmailed.
Chapter 2 - Playing by the Rules
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Let me make one thing straight up front - Steve and I don't NEED to swap for
sexual fulfillment. Indeed, we’re both quite happy with the sex life we
share. So if that’s the case, then why bother swapping at all? Indeed,
swapping is fraught with all sorts of risks - real and imagined. At the
start my biggest fear about swapping was how to meet people without taking a
huge gamble. Just as I’d never agreed to meet anyone I met in-line, I felt
the same when it came to other couples and swapping.
Fortunately my Aunt Linda was there to offer us help through a group to which
she belonged for years where swapping was much more secure and safe. It
didn't hurt that she was a senior member as well.
After her divorce twenty-some years ago my Aunt Linda could have gone out on
her own and played the club scene. Instead, she chose to become heavily
involved in a relatively small local group that enables sexual exchanges
between like-minded adults and their families. Think of it as like one of
those companies that arranges for Time Share swaps. The only difficult
thing, if you can call it that, is that you have to be a member and fully
checked out before getting involved with anyone. Gaining membership to such
an exclusive organization meant playing by the rules. This wasn’t an option
- it was a firm, nonnegotiable requirement.
So how do you becoming a member of such a tight-knit community? Well, it
certainly isn’t like joining FaceBook. First, you can’t even ask to join - a
current member has to recommend you. Then there’s the vetting process which
I would think makes getting a Top Secret security clearance look easy.
The first decision a couple has to make is which level of group membership
they desire. I mention “couple” because ONLY married couples are allowed as
members and BOTH husband and wife have to participate.
Level One: For couples who only want to swap with other adult couples.
This is the simplest and easiest membership level as really
the only thing to be concerned about it personal privacy.
Level Two: For families and the requirements for membership are
exponentially higher for obvious reasons.
The initial qualifications even to apply for level two are quite stringent.
First, EVERYONE in the family actively must participate - no lurkers. Since
the acceptable age range for kids is generally eleven to seventeen, this puts
a severe restraint on larger families. By the time the youngest meets the
minimum cut-off age, the oldest is pushing the top end. The more kids they
have, the fewer years they are “in the window”.
Also, the group’s charter is to promote heterosexual family sex between
adults and kids. Other fetishes such as incest, swapping, bestiality, BSDM,
etc. are strictly off0limits. What gets done at home doesn’t matter. Sort
of the classic “don't ask, don't tell” rules. For instance, at the family
parties there’s no incest allowed and all sexual activities must be between
an adult and A kid - no adult swapping or sex between kids. Again, do it at
home if that’s what you’re into.
Also, as not everyone’s comfortable with bisexual sex it’s not allowed
either. Finally, everyone is expected to participate at some point with at
least one partner - no bystanders just watching the goings on.
Once a couple is recommended (they MUST be married to join, NOT JUST FRIENDS)
and it’s agreed that they’re potential candidate for the appropriate
membership level based on the rules I just described, the process starts...
Step 1 - Questionnaires For Each Person
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As simple as this step may be, from what I hear people have dropped out the
moment they see how detailed and in-depth it is, not to mention personal.
Plus, it’s not just a bunch of multiple choice boxes but instead is almost
entirely essay. The expectation is that the applicants will be forthcoming
and detailed in their responses. At the top of the questionnaire is a bold-
faced warning that there will be no follow-up questions or opportunities to
revise your answers once submitted. EVERY question must be answered
satisfactorily the first time or both applicants are rejected with no chance
to reapply ever again.
Step 2 - Financial/Criminal Record Review
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Next are though reviews of financial and criminal records. It’s amazing at
how much information about you is available on-line to anyone willing to fork
out a few dollars. Again, the idea is to make sure that they don’t have
other issues which could cause them to have problems that might lead to
discovery of their group activities.
Step 3 - References
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Assuming the questionnaire is OK, then personal references are required.
These can be anyone, even a local pastor. Nothing sexual is asked and no
hint is made of the true purpose of the reference. The idea is to see if the
applicants are decent citizens in the eyes of their neighbors and friends.
If someone runs into problems due to other things they are involved in then
that cause others to delve into other areas of their life - such as the
group.
Step 4 - Interview
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Provided everything to this point has cleared then a personal interview with
a senior member (such as my Aunt Linda) is arranged. Everything has to go
smoothly without a hitch. Like the written questions, ANY perceived attempt
to hold back information is cause for immediate rejection of an application.
It’s all up to the opinion of the interviewer and I know my aunt is ruthless.
Even the slightest hesitation or conflicting response is enough to end the
interview on the spot. It’s little wonder that less than 25% of the original
applicants make it past this point.
Step 5 - The Video
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It’s the security of the group that makes it so popular with its members.
Sure there’s the vague hints about personal retribution, including physical
harm, if anyone ever breaks their word about secrecy. Still, if the purpose
is to expose the group then none of that matters. Thus one final step is
required before membership is bestowed - the video. In my opinion the video
is the best security device ever invented!
Theoretically even with all the barriers that had to be overcome so far,
someone could still infiltrate the group if they worked hard enough
beforehand to work up a good enough background story. For example, an
undercover cop may have a cover story all worked out with fake references and
even financial records. However, if the people trying to join ARE really
undercover cops then they may talk a good game but they won’t actually DO
anything, especially if it’s illegal, and especially if it’s all recorded on
video.
All through the process the questionnaires and interviews are geared at the
one of the two level you’re asking to join. The same goes with the video.
Thus if you want to join at Level One, the swapping portion of the group,
then you have to be willing to swap with another couple while everything is
recorded on video.
If you want to have Level Two privileges, meaning you want to have sex with
underage children, then you have to prove a few things more. Basically you
have to demonstrate that you already have had sex with young kids - no “first
timers”. This is critical as anyone trying to infiltrate the group for less
than honorable purposes could say they hadn't done it but wanted to and then
never actually really do it before exposing everyone.
One of the quirks of the process is that while incest is not allowed during
group activities, for purposes of the application you have to show that you
are willing to have sex with your own kids. It’s not the incest that is the
concern but rather back to security issues again. Nobody is going to allow a
newcomer to have sex with their kids unless they prove it first with someone
else's. Well, that leaves it up to doing it with your own.
I found it interesting that a considerable number of people enjoy having sex
with OTHER people’s kids but have no interest in doing it with their own.
However, rules are rules and if they want to enjoy the benefits of membership
then they have to do it at least once - and be recorded doing it. I’m told
that there have been quite a few parents who have maintained that incest is
wrong and dropped out of consideration. Really, is one time going to kill
them? Bottom line, there’s no better way to ensure that people keep quiet
than to have proof on file that they have incest with their own kids.
Step 6 - Final Review
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Even if you do everything required and pass with flying colors, that still
doesn’t mean you’re accepted as a member. All of the videos are kept locked
away except for a final review by senior group members who look for any signs
of reluctance or coercion. Shyness is to be expected but ANY sign that
someone is doing something against their will is cause for rejection of their
application, no matter what actually happened. This is especially true for
the kids. Nobody wants to bring harm to anyone, especially young kids, so if
there is any indication that they might not be enjoying themselves and that
they don’t WANT to do want they’re doing then the application is rejected.
As I mentioned earlier, the theory behind the videos is that no undercover
cop is going to allow themselves to be recorded having sex with their own
daughter and trust me, after all the background checks they KNOW if it’s
really your daughter or not as well as her real age. The same for an
undercover journalist. It’s sort of hard to publish an exposé on a sex ring
if you’re an active participant.
So say what you want about such an exhaustive application process but
apparently it’s worked. The group has been in operation for over thirty
years with never a single incident or run-in with legal authorities.
Steve and I were referred by my Aunt Linda which is about as good a reference
as you can get given her status and seniority within the group. The Level
One swapping membership was a breeze to earn which would’ve been enough for
me but Steve wanted to join in the family parties as well.
Normally we would’ve been denied access right up front to the Level Two
family group because we don’t have kids of our own in the proper age bracket
(generally eleven to sixteen although I think a very limited number of rare
cases exceptions have been made at the lower end if they are exceptionally
mature for their age. Again, we were fortunate to have my Aunt Linda step up
to the plate for her new nephew-in-law. As I mentioned, personally I
could’ve easily passed on this part but once Steve learned about it from my
dad he had the same reaction I imagine 99% of all men. Steve may not be like
my dad in that he doesn’t have an overwhelming preference for younger girls
but my husband IS a male human being and what guy would say no if offered the
opportunity?
To reiterate, security is like the Star Trek “Prime Directive” when it comes
to the group so swapping is still handled with care even after the vetting
process until you’ve established a suitable reputation. Although not nearly
as complicated and exhaustive as the initial application process, arranging a
swap still has its rules that must be followed:
Step 1 - Level 1 Profile Search
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When we want to meet with someone Steve first looks through the web site
pages of “public” profiles. They are public only in the manner that everyone
in the group can see them at any time. Using a customized search feature he
finds another couple with the characteristics and interests we’re looking
for. The public profile is pretty vague - no photos, addresses, phone
numbers or anything that could be used to identify someone.
Step 2 - The Invitation
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Once a potential couple if found, Steve sends them a message through the
site. All this is kept within the site - no external e-mails or other
potential security threats.
Step 3 - Level 2 Profiles
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Provided the couple we invite agrees to move on after viewing our public
profile, we then give them access to the next level of our profile which
shows photos and provides an on-line secure chat window. Typically the
photos are clothed although bikini shots and even sexy lingerie are
encouraged. Essentially nothing that FaceBook would censor. If they like
what they see, then they can open their next level to us as well.
Step 4 - Contact
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If we make it this far, the next step is to make contact by phone or webcam.
We keep one of those anonymous phones you get from Wal-Mart for such things.
An option at this point is to open your profile further to allow them to see
nude photos and videos of yourself to “encourage” them to meet with you.
Some couple get quite revealing at this stage while others prefer to keep
that in reserve until the first meeting.
Step 5 - Meet
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Finally, if everything works out then you arrange a time and place to meet -
usually someplace public to start like a restaurant. You can have all the
security in place but it still never hurts to be careful!
Typically this process takes at least a week or two, sometimes even longer
depending on how busy each couple is and how long it takes for them to
respond to each phase. However, it IS possible to short-circuit the process
in special circumstances...
Chapter 3 - The Setup
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Unbeknownst to either Steve or me, my Aunt Linda had recently interviewed a
new couple for Level One membership. They’d passed all the steps so far and
now were anxiously waiting for their video. Although they had two teenagers
(boy and younger girl), they weren’t involved with them sexually nor were
they interested in doing so.
Normally Level One membership is a shoe-in for anyone that is truly motivated
and can pass the background checks. The problem with this couple was that
they’d never swapped before so they didn’t have another couple to bring in
for their video. Such a situation doesn’t happen very often as most people
are fairly experienced for no other reason than usually the only way they
even hear about the group is from another member. Still, when it does come
up occasionally there are contingency plans in place to deal with the
situation without embarrassing the applicants. This usually consists of
asking an existing member couple to step in and help out. Knowing me and
Steve’s interest in new things and people (or at least my interest), my aunt
had volunteered me and Steve to help out, even so far as making the
arrangements.
“So you just told them we’d do it without even asking us first?” I asked my
aunt incredulously when I heard the news. She’d stopped by over at our
apartment - something she almost never does so I knew even before she said a
word that it had to be something “special”.
Aunt Linda shrugged and smiled answering, “Give me a freakin’ break Kelly,
it’s not like you’re exactly overly picky about who you have sex with and
anyways, I thoqught you’d enjoy them. Besides, it’s not like you need to
spend the evening with them.”
Then she looked at Steve who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat and added,
“In any case I’m betting it’s over before you know it anyway - provide they
even show up and go through with it. The husband is the horny one - that’s
obvious. Steve, I’m telling ya, he won’t last five minutes with our little
slut here.”
Both my husband and aunt laughed at that one and even I couldn't help but
grin. Odds were she was right. More to the point - they better be right!
“Well, so tell us more about them,” Steve asked looking quite interested now.
“Well, they were recommended by the LaCroix family - you might remember them
from the Christmas family party. They were the ones with that ridiculously
cute little redhead girl.”
Steve smiled - HE certainly remembered although I can't say she was ringing
any bells yet for me.
“Ah yes... the natural redhead,” he sighed, “Her face looked really young but
she was what, thirteen or fourteen? God, I don't think I’d ever seen such a
flaming red bush before. Not much in the tit department yet but god she
could suck like a vacuum cleaner!”
My aunt waved her hands, imploring him to stop and get back on track. I
agreed with her but at the same time I was starting to remember her myself
after Steve had described her more. I’d only gotten a glimpse of the girl
when Steve was fucking her as I’d been distracted by someone else at the
time.
As I said, it’s not like I got a great view but now that he mentioned it I
DID recall her fuzzy bright red pussy as he sank his stiff dick deep inside
of it. She didn't have to trim it yet - it was more like peach fuzz than a
true bush. I was surprised when Steve mentioned she was thirteen or fourteen
as I’d of pegged her at being more like twelve myself, maybe even eleven, if
it hadn't been for the amount of pubic hair on display. As for her real age,
it’s sort of an unwritten rule that people don't tell their ages, especially
the kids, and sometimes it can be really difficult to correctly assess a
girl’s age.
“So anyway, the LaCroix family is apparently their next-door neighbors,” my
aunt continued on now without further disruption, “These guys are fairly new
to the ‘Burgh and I guess when Patty LaCroix tried to hint a little to see
what direction they were leaning towards it didn't sit well with Camille -
especially so when she saw how her husband reacted. I guess you can’t blame
him for being interested but I suppose it would’ve helped had he not been so
enthusiastic from the outset.”
That drew a laugh from both Steve and I.
“Yeah, I suppose some women can't handle their husband showing an interest in
another woman,” I said, giving Steve a playful punch in the arm. At least he
never had to worry about THAT with me. While it might not turn me on all
that much to watch, it certainly didn't bother me. After all, it was just
sex and not like he was in love or anything. In LUST - yes but not in LOVE.
THAT was reserved for ME!
For a moment I could just picture the scene where the neighbors were
discussing the possibility of swapping, especially when one side of the table
wasn’t doing it yet. Funny how often it’s the wife who’s against the idea.
Or at least that’s what most husbands tell me and I would say 99% of the
people who contact me are make (no matter what they might SAY).
“Well, they eventually grew interested but without any kids involved,” my
aunt went on, “But it was just about the concept - nothing actually happened
so they sort of hinted about the group. It’s taken since last summer but
eventually one thing has led to another and now they’re almost our newest
members.”
At that point Aunt Linda paused and got this far away look as she sighed.
“I mentioned before about them maybe not showing up and to tell you the
truth, I’m putting it as 50-50 at best. They say all the right things but
there’s something about the wife’s eyes when she talks about it. Camille
doesn’t seem nearly as confident about it as Keith and I’m worried that they
may back out at the last minute. Frankly, I’m not sure how they got past the
interview. I doubt I would have passed them.”
“So you called in the A-Team,” Steve chimed in with his head held high.
“Well, it’s not like they have another couple to bring with although the
LaCroix’s DID offer. I got the feeling from Camille’s reaction that she
wasn't ready to take that step with someone she’d have to live next door for
who knows how long afterwards in case things didn't go as planned.”
“Well you still could have asked us first,” I said, pretending to pout just a
little.
“Why bother? It’s not like you’re that hard to predict my favorite horny
niece,” she chuckled. She started checking off on her fingers, “Married,
late thirties, never been with another couple, teenage son and daughter... Oh
god, just wait until you see their family album photos... their daughter is
soooooo cute.”
She was looking at my husband when she made that last remark. My eyes rolled
melodramatically and she quickly took the hint.
“Oh get off your soap box girl,” she chastised me, “It’s not like I’m saying
you’ll have to watch your husband with their daughter or anything like that.
Besides, I really can’t see anything like that happening - not ever, and you
know how optimistic I can be about such things. I’m just saying she looks a
lot older than fourteen.”
With that she got up and walked over to our computer on the desk.
“Here, let me show you their private profile album,” she said, logging in to
the group site as she spoke.
From across the room I could see she was accessing a part of the site we’d
never been in before. Boy, would I love to have THAT password! So anyway...
a few more keystrokes and a slide show started.
“Whoa!” Steve said as he whistled softly, leaning forward to get a better
look.
It was all he said but no more words were necessary as indeed, they made
quite the good-looking couple. The photos started out with what looked to be
from their wedding. A series of others, some of them single and others with
them together followed in various stages of dress and undress. The final few
were of them both naked but nothing that flaunted anything or involved sex.
Notably missing from the nudes were any of their son and daughter. Still, it
didn't surprise me that the ones of the daughter with her brother at the
beach on vacation and some alone around the house seemed to catch Steve’s eye
more than any others.
Steve had been standing behind my aunt watching the slideshow with his hands
on her shoulders. As the photos got more risqué those hands gained a mind of
their own as they began working their way down her chest until he was cupping
her boobs as we all watched in silence. Yep, my guys was getting horny now!
“Hey tiger, you’d better not start anything you aren't ready to finish,” my
aunt purred, putting her hands over his and pushing them against her. My
husband was just wearing boxer shorts and a T-shirt so his erection was
pretty obvious.
“You mind Kelly?” my aunt asked me, raising her eyebrows with a “sorry but
what can I do about it?” look.
Yeah, like there was nothing she could do about it. If she DIDN’T end up in
bed with my husband before everything was said and done... THEN I would be
surprised. She could’ve easily done all this on-line but she chose to make a
personal visit so tell me she wasn’t expecting something to happen when she
started to show Steve more explicit photos.
It wasn't long before the two of them headed for the bedroom while I took a
seat in front of the computer to finish perusing the profile. Some people
just put the bare minimum of work into their profile while others seem to
want to make them their autobiography. While not TOO far to the one side,
someone had spent a lot of time writing up a biography and marital history.
My bet would have been on Camille. It was the same with ours. Steve did
almost all the research but I was the one responsible for our profile and I
figured the more the better.
I smiled as I listed to the goings on in the bedroom. It’s not like we had
all that big of an apartment to start with and they’d apparently not bothered
to close the door. It didn't help matters that my aunt is a classic
“moaner”. Yes, this was one of the benefits Steve enjoyed being married to
me - ready access to my family members, at least the ones interested in such
things. Indeed, it was something he took FULL advantage of!
I turned my attention back to the photos. They must have posted like a
hundred or so of which maybe half were in some state of undress with about a
quarter nude and then I saw maybe ten or so in some sort of explicit pose.
There weren't any of actual sex but Keith was obviously being turned on by
the photoshoot judging by the erection he was sporting in several of them.
While sometimes photos can be deceiving, my guess was he was maybe seven or
eight inches long when erect - not bad by any means but at the same time not
exactly mythological proportions. He was also circumcised which I tend to
prefer.
The thing that really draws my attention to a guy is not necessarily the
length of his erection but rather the stiffness and stamina. Some guys never
seem to get really HARD but Keith wasn’t one of them. Indeed, he was more
like what I would associate with a teenage boy in that his dick literally
stood up and out on its own like a missile on a launch pad, aiming for the
skies.
While most of my attention was focused on Keith, I couldn't help but take a
closer look at Camille as well. The first thing that I’d noticed when I saw
her before was something I didn't mention to either of the others as they
didn't say anything. She looked a lot like Steve’s mother’s (although she
doesn’t have on in real life). Well, not her twin sister but the “family
resemblance” was there. Even her hair was the done up the same. The
resemblance was remarkable and I wondered if Steve had noticed as well?
I have to say, sitting there imagining I was seeing Steve’s mom naked was a
bit of a turn-on for some reason. Then again, maybe I was just using it to
rationalize my overall horniness in general at the sight of her nude. Even
when dressed she looked gorgeous and if I had anything else to say about her
I would say her style was impeccable.
Camille’s boobs looked real - just enough sag to go along with her age but
nothing TOO much either. They reminded me of my mom’s than my aunt’s as Aunt
Linda had hers lifted a few years back - nothing added, just tightened up.
It was her legs that caught my eye. She had the body proportions of a model
with legs that were unnaturally long for her body - legs I would have killed
for!
Looking MORE at Keith, I couldn't help but wonder what his daughter looked
like. I wondered if he had any carnal thoughts about his daughter? Really,
what father doesn’t when his daughter gets to that age? I’m not saying that
many ever DO anything as that’s a one in a thousand chance at best. Still,
it never hurt to fantasize to jerk off about her. Judging by my
conversations with quite a few fathers, I’d say THAT is a VERY common with
most fathers although I doubt their wives know about it, LOL.
Suddenly a thought came to mind. Not certain what would happen, I started to
check out the site now that I was logged in under my aunt’s username. Wow!
All sorts of stuff I hadn’t seen before. Out of curiosity I searched for our
name and lo and behold, there we were. It was pretty much the profile that
Steve had set up but I noticed there was a section I hadn’t seen before.
Clicking on the icon a page opened with various dates. Some of them I
recognized but a lot I didn’t. Apparently these were the dates we had
attended parties, or least the ones Steve had. My heart was racing as I
opened up each directory. Oh my god, there were tons of photos of us having
sex at the family parties! There was even some of Steve fucking his favorite
little redhead.
My thoughts were interrupted by what must have been my Aunt Linda having yet
another orgasm. I smiled to myself as I thought of how much I loved it when
Steve made love to me and I could just imagine how good she must be feeling
having him fuck her right now.
Then again, why just imagine it? Logging out from the site, I made my way to
the bedroom... two’s company but I was sure neither was going to protest
making it three!
Chapter 4 - Memories
====================
Everything was arranged for us to meet with Camille and Keith for their video
interview. My aunt had reserved a hotel room with two double beds although
odds were we wouldn't be there all that long. She explained that using a
hotel was less stressful than doing it at the candidate’s home and she wasn’t
about to do it at one of our places for obvious privacy and security reasons.
After all, everything so far that they’d been through could be rationalized
as fantasy and who knew what their true intentions were. When it comes to
this kind of stuff it’s always better safe than sorry!
In the days leading up to the weekend I caught myself in class daydreaming
about the upcoming “event”. Memories of when Steve and I had to do it came
flooding back as well. Of course ours had been quite different as we were
applying for a Level Two family membership, not just the basic swapping
level. This was Steve’s idea entirely - I’d have been more than happy with
just the basic membership.
Normally not having kids would have prevented us from even being considered
for membership but my aunt pulled a few strings. Well... a LOT of strings.
We still had to go through the entire process which included the video.
Because we didn’t have any kids of our own that meant having to have sex with
another family’s kids. Just as she did now, my aunt had arranged for a
suitable family for us. Apparently they did this sort of thing quite often
and according to my aunt they actually preferred doing video interviews more
so than the parties. I took her for her word at the time but I also never
saw any of them afterwards so it must have been true.
Although it wasn’t the first time by any means that I’d been involved with
such a scenario, I couldn’t help but be a little nervous. Growing up my dad
had created quite a collection of photos and videos of me in provocative
dress (and undress) so it wasn’t like I was shy in front of a camera. If
anything my mother use to chastise me for being TOO anxious to pose,
especially when it involved me teasing my dad at times or locations where it
wasn't exactly appropriate. Still, it was the fact that it wasn't
appropriate that made it so much fun!
All that said, there’s a HUGE difference between posing innocently for your
dad and doing what essentially amounts to little more than a porn shoot.
Over the years I’ve always been ultra paranoid about people taking photos or
videos of me at parties or such because I fretted over where they might get
posted or who knows what else. In this case I knew the video file would be
safely locked away and would only come out if something were to happen
involving Camille and Keith. From what I’d heard it wouldn't be the first
time the threat of releasing their video was all that kept some people from
going off the reservation.
So anyway, when we met with the other family it was a little awkward at first
which I suppose was to be expected. It wasn't like this was a natural
evolution of a friendship or an encounter at a party where everyone was doing
it. If anything it seemed rather cold and sterile, at least at first. We
introduced ourselves, keeping everything to first names and most everything
else as vague as possible. Everyone was a little standoffish about the
personal details. For instance, afterwards I had no idea where they lived
nor they did with regards to us.
With everyone dressed we could’ve easily been mistaken for your average folks
getting together for conversation and a few drinks. They were older than us,
I was guessing in their mid to late thirties primarily because their son
looked to be around fifteen and his younger sister most likely twelve or
thirteen. Either could have easily been plus or minus a year or two though,
maybe even more. They seemed to be well-versed in how to handle the
situation, never mentioning what school they went to or even what grade which
might have provided a clue as to where they loved and how they were.
There were a few formalities at the start to take care of. We had to present
a recent STD test to the parents to prove we were clean. I noticed the they
didn’t produce any such documentation in return. I guess the “burden of
proof”, so to speak, was on us. As condoms were forbidden, if not so in
writing than heavily implied, I could see where it was important to make sure
that anyone entering the group was clean.
There was more paperwork... We had to sign a rather legalistic two-page form
that basically certified that we understood that what we were doing was
illegal in the State of Pennsylvania and that we waived all claims against
pretty much the entire world should anything happen as a result. There were
also things like declaring that I was on birth control and that again, nobody
was responsible for any failures in that department. Only Steve and I had to
sign anything and none of this was required for anything we did later. Under
the circumstances it was important and just one more area where security was
deemed more important than being polite.
With that we all undressed - that is Steve and me along with the two kids.
The parents didn't as they would not be actively participating so what would
have been the point? They had nothing to prove and this wasn’t intended to
be for fun and games so their role was only to be there as proof that they
both had given their full and willing consent and that everything was being
done with their kids was under their watchful eyes at all times. If nothing
else it made me feel even more self-conscious, as if I now had an audience
and not the type I usually hope for when I’m having sex.
Steve was standing naked next to me with a massive erection already going.
Frankly that didn't mean a whole lot to me. Whether or not he was feeling
any of the same concerns as me didn’t matter when it came to his cock. I
swear the guy can get hard in an instant even over the slightest hint of
sexuality. Steve looked at my aunt with a “now what” expression and she
stepped in to act as the de facto “director”.
Looking at the parents she asked, “Well guys, the usual?”
The parents looked at each other and the wife shrugged as if it didn't really
matter one way or the other. It wasn’t that they appeared not to care per
se, more like they just were going along with what was evidently a pretty
standard routine for them.
“Fine with us,” the father then said adding, “Oh, sorry but we really have to
be out of here in half an hour, 45 minutes tops. We’ve been planning on
seeing the new Oz movie and we’ll miss the 4:00 IMAX showing otherwise.”
I wanted to let out a big sigh but held it in. Sheesh, talk about making
this as empty and business-like as it could possibly be. Like, we were about
to have sex with their teenage kids and all he was worried about was getting
to a movie on time! Besides, I’d seen that movie the previous weekend when
it opened and I could’ve told him to save the sixty bucks for IMAX tickets
plus concessions.
Aunt Linda didn't say anything in response but instead just seemed to ignore
him. She turned to me and said firmly, “Kelly, why don't you go first.
Looking at your husband’s condition over there I think it best to keep him
waiting until the end. He’s not going to take long I’m sure.”
For whatever reason that seemed to break the ice and the room temperature
seemed to jump a little as the chill left the air.
“Now Steve,” she directed pointing to the second bed, “Why don't you lay over
there on the bed with our little princess so the two of you can get to know
each other a little better while you watch Kelly and her brother getting it
on.”
Steve smiled and stretched out on the narrow bed, laying on his side with his
erection sticking out in full view. Well, he’d never been afraid to strut
his stuff since the day I met him so why change now? The young girl laid in
front without saying a word allowing Steve to push himself up tight against
her such that his stiff dick was pressing firmly against her tight little
butt.
“OK, so Kelly, wait just a minute while I get the camera ready and then you
can start sucking on him. OK?”
Like I was going to say no?
As for the teenage boy, this obviously wasn't his first rodeo as without
being told he got up on the bed and laid on his back with his teen erection
in full bloom. Although his dick wasn't as large as Steve’s it wasn't
exactly small either. Actually it sort of reminded me of Steve’s when we
first started dating. With him on his back, it was pointing straight at his
face as it extended from his hairy crotch out parallel to his lower stomach.
I smiled as the image of an Olympic ski jumper stretched out over his skis
came to mind. He kept his hands to his side without stroking himself or
otherwise touching himself in any way, apparently expecting me to do all the
work.
Aunt Linda had everything ready and with the camera now focused on us I got
up on the bed on my knees and bent over his waist, dropping my head down
towards his hard dick.
“Hair Kelly!” my aunt interrupted me.
Oh yeah, for a moment I’d forgotten that all this was essentially a porn
movie so I made the classic flip with my hand, tossing my hair over my bare
shoulder to the side away from the camera. Meanwhile my aunt got down low to
get a direct close-up of my mouth I first started licking his dick from
bottom to top and then swiftly took him in my mouth.
“OK Kelly, remember what we’re doing here... and why. Don’t hold back
anything. Let’s see how fast you can make him cum, OK?”
I started to say something but his mother must have read my mind as she
quickly leaned forward and added, “Don’t worry, he’s always good for at least
two or three in a row.”
When my aunt said to blow him quickly until he came I was at first worried
about if he would be able to fuck me right away as well especially since we
seemed to be on the clock. Ah the blessings of youth. I could remember back
when Steve was about this age and how he could cum and then immediately start
fucking me again without even so much as hint of a break.
Another impressive quality of the teenage male was quickly demonstrated as it
seemed I had barely started when he started to cum in my mouth.
“Come on Kelly, you know better,” my aunt chastised me, “ Let’s see it.
After all, that’s the whole point.”
Back to being a porn movie again I guess. Fortunately Aunt Linda had been
quick enough that I had time to release his dick from between my lips and
allow him to shoot his final couple of shots of sperm into my mouth from
maybe a couple of inches away. Some of it got on my face as well but nobody
seemed to care until I reached to wipe it off.
“Kelly, stop!” my aunt the Director quickly cried out, “Leave it on for now.”
I wasn’t quite sure what the point was in making me leave his cum on my face
but then she didn't give me time to think about it before continuing.
“OK, how about you mount him now, OK?” Aunt Linda told me. It wasn't really
a question but more like an order. Well, she WAS the director after all.
As I started to straddle him I looked over to see the reaction of his
parents. It didn't surprise me that the mother was the one showing all the
interest although I guess it could’ve easily been his father having sex with
him at home. Bisexual family relationships weren’t supported within the
group which I knew probably caused some applicants to think twice about
joining but for those who weren’t into seeing such goings-on can find it
distracted at best or turned-off at worst seeing it.
So far I was pretty impressed. My Aunt Linda was doing a great job in her
role as guardian of the group security. Everything was choreographed to
demonstrate that I wanted to do this. The boy never once asked me for
anything - he was well trained. Anyone watching the video would believe that
everything we did was initiated by me, even now as I prepared to fuck him.
“Hold right there for a moment,” Aunt Linda directed as I held his dick and
was just about to sit on it. She p7layed with the camera, apparently zooming
in for a close-up. “OK, go for it girl!”
As everyone watched I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling the hard cock
pressing into me and then pushing its way in as I put more weight on him. A
quick look over to his mom confirmed it - the smile on her face and the
lustful look in her eyes told me someone was going to be fucking mom tonight!
While he lasted longer this time, it still didn't take long before he was
cumming. Aunt Linda didn't say anything so I stayed down hard on him as he
pumped his cum into me. I suppose I’d been expecting her to tell me to let
him squirt it all over me like a typical porn shoot but she had other
thoughts in mind...
“That’s good Kelly... now squeeze it out onto his dick,” she finally said as
she focused in tight again onto my pussy with a still hard cock filling me.
Bearing down, I could feel the cum exiting my pussy and I looked down between
my legs to watch it drip down on the boy’s dick. Amazingly the teen was
STILL erect!
“That’s it Kelly... now clean it off of him.”
I looked around for some tissues or anything else to wipe him clean only to
hear my aunt groan, “Oh good grief Kelly, please don't embarrass me.”
It hit me right between the eyes. Hopefully my face wasn’t anywhere’s close
to being as red as it felt. Like duh! With all my experience you would
think I would have known what to do even without being asked, let alone have
to have it all but spelled out for me.
Sucking a cock covered with cum fresh from my pussy would have to be
considered one of my favorite delicacies. It’s like a favorite dessert with
everything mixed in together - a hard dick, sperm and a hint of my own pussy.
Mmmmmmm!
With everything now duly recorded so far as I was concerned, it was Steve’s
turn. Surprisingly, and no doubt somewhat to his dismay, my aunt wasn't all
that interested in different positions, foreplay, or even oral.
“OK Steve, let’s pick up the pace or they’re going to miss their movie,” she
said as she motioned him to get together with the girl.
“Noooooo, just fuck her,” she interrupted as he started to lean in towards
her fuzzy pussy, “Remember, this isn’t about what SHE will do so let’s get it
on record and get it over with.”
Later she explained it more to me. With most couples it was the woman who
was usually the problem if there was going to be one. Hence on average the
video spent two or three times as much attention to the wife as to the
husband/father. The same went for the kids - it was the girls that got all
the attention when compared to the boys. Think about it, when was the last
time you heard of a teenage boy that did NOT want to fuck a MILF or a father
that did NOT want to fuck a young girl?
“We all know the male WANTS to do it,” she explained, “The only thing we’re
verifying is that they WILL. With the girls we have to make sure they really
want to do it and they’re not being coerced in any way.”
I guess it made sense even if it DID frustrate Steve. Then again, it’s not
like he complained all that much when the girl got on her hands and knees and
leaned forward to present her pretty butt to him. I noticed her pussy seemed
wet, probably from masturbating while watching her brother doing me but then
again Steve had probably been fingering her while I was fucking her brother.
I had no doubt that Steve loved seeing me getting fucked but when it came to
me watching him, especially with a young girl like this one, it was something
I didn't really get all that excited about. As his wife I always love seeing
him happy and indeed, as he fucked her doggie style it was obvious to
everyone that he was thrilled. Maybe it might have been different had it
been our own daughter or even if she hadn’t been so obviously experienced.
Granted, she might LOOK like she was barely a teenager but she acted like
someone twice her age.
As the two of the went at it on the bed, I sat Indian style on the other with
my legs crossed under me. Both parents were sitting on the love seat holding
hands while their son jerked off leaning back against the dresser as he
watched his sister.
“Almost there?” Aunt Linda asked Steve. Heck, as many times as he’d fucked
her she shouldn’t have had to ask as it was obvious to me he was ready to
explode at any moment.
“Yeah!” was all he managed to grunt. Aunt Linda moved in alongside of them
and seemed to be zooming in for a close-up of where his erection was sliding
in and out of her young pussy.
“Don’t pull all the way out,” she instructed him, “Keep it in her just
enough... I want a nice creampie shot.”
Steve grunted rather than try to actually say anything and I took it to mean
he understood what she’d told him. Sure enough he leaned back until he could
grab his stiff cock in his right hand and for all intents and purposes he
jerked off with the head of his erection in just far enough to be surrounded
by a pussy less than half its own age.
For just a moment a thought went through my head. Oh my God, she’d barely
been BORN when Steve had taken my virginity and now here he was pumping sperm
into her pussy like a gushing oil well. Wow! Where do thoughts like THAT
come from, especially at a time like this?
My aunt had her camera up as close as she could get as Steve slowly withdrew
his spent penis, to be followed almost immediately by a flood of white cum
pouring from her pussy. When her brother had cum inside as far as I could
push him in me so I had to work a bit to get his to work its way out. Not so
with Steve’s sperm! By pulling almost all the way out it was pooled up just
inside and when the cork was pulled it instantly drained out.
“Very nice,” Aunt Linda complimented him, “VERY nice indeed. Now THAT was a
perfect creampie if I ever saw one!”
Under normal circumstances, if you can ever call sex between a grown man and
a barely pubescent girl “normal”, there were so many other things that could
have happened right then and I was sure Steve wouldn't have complained a bit
if they did. Unfortunately for him the interview requirement had been met
and that meant wrapping things up.
As the girl scampered nimbly to the bathroom to clean herself off, I noticed
her brother whispering something to his mom. He was still naked and still
erect with it practically poling her in the boob but she seemed obvious.
Although I couldn't quite hear what he said, from her reaction it was easy to
decipher.
“Look... you can do her when we get home,” his mother said with a classic
mom’s “what am I going to DO with you” eye roll, “What the hell anyway? I
thought YOU were the one that wanted to see the movie.”
He looked a little dejected but there was no push-back. In fact, he seemed
to be a very polite and dutiful son. I wondered of that had anything to do
with what he and his mom did at home.
“Sorry, you know kids... I think they’d do it ten times a day if we let
them,” the mother said to me almost apologetically. Indeed, I often wondered
what would have happened if I had a brother growing up. If nothing else it
would have been a lot more handy!
The daughter returned from the bathroom and her mom handed her the skirt and
blouse she’d worn in. As she put them on - and nothing else, I realized I
hadn't noticed that she wasn’t wearing underwear when she undressed. Well,
if THAT was how she was going to the movie theater, it made me wonder what
the seating order was going to be.
My aunt thanked them for helping out. The father said something about how
they were always available and to just give them a call. After they’d left
my aunt said that they were her favorite family for this sort of thing. In
fact, they did both interviews. If it was just for swapping then the kids
didn’t come with but otherwise they’d been her go-to family for the past year
now. Apparently they preferred this to the full party scene.
Meanwhile Steve and I were still naked and I could feel the boy’s cum
starting to get itchy on my face as it dried. I excused myself and went in
to the bathroom to wash myself off. I must have only been in there for three
or four minutes, five at tops, but that was long enough it seems. By the
time I was back my aunt was laying on her stomach between my husband’s
outstretched legs, sucking his dick as she cupped his hairy balls in her
hand. I couldn't help but smile - they certainly hadn't wasted any time!
A couple of hours later we decided to head home rather than spend the night
in the room as we hadn’t brought any fresh clothes or toiletries with us and
I HATE hotel crap. On the way I asked my aunt what she was going to do now
with the video.
“Oh it gets passed around to the senior members who review it and give their
approval. Then I burn it to a DVD and it goes in the archives along with the
party videos.”
It was all I could not to roll my eyes or otherwise demonstrate my disbelief.
Yeah right, like they just “reviewed” them. Probably more like masturbated
watching them.
The it hit me again....
“Party videos?”
Aunt Linda smiled. “Sure. We record every party so there’s never anything
that people can come back and say that didn't happen. If you look hard
enough you can see the cameras but we try to make them as unobtrusive as
possible so people aren't so self-conscious.
I tried to imagine just how many of these videos she had on record. I’d
never seen them at any of the parties but then I hadn't been looking for them
either. Like who would suspect that everyone was being recorded at such a
thing? Actually this was the first time we‘d even talked about them. Boy,
what some people would pay for a copy. Then again, I bet they’d pay more to
have theirs expunged. It would be like hitting the jackpot for some
government agent to come across such a collection.
Chapter 5 - The Swap Video
==========================
It took a couple of weeks to sync up our schedule with Camille and Keith. In
the meantime we had another swap previously planned which was OK although
nothing to write home about so to speak. It’s not like you can expect EVERY
swap to be “dairy worthy” as I explained to Steve when we returned home and
he asked why I wasn't all bubbly and excited about the evening. It might
have gone better if we could have spent the whole night with them but they
had to get home for the sitter. I’ve found over time that not having to rush
and having the time to cuddle and be more intimate with your new partner
makes things much more enjoyable and memorable. Steve seemed quite happy
though but then he’s a guy so I think for him getting to fuck her was enough
- why waste time doing anything else?
So it ended up that we had two swaps in seven days - not our usual schedule.
I think once a month is more than enough for this sort of thing. It’s not
like I NEED another man - Steve fully satisfies me. heck, until we were
married I assumed that I wouldn’t be having sex outside my family once I was
wed so anything we did was more than I had ever anticipated. It was Steve
that pushed for the swapping and individualized sex scene, It took me quite
a bit of prayer and rationalizing to adjust my most closely held beliefs and
values to accommodate his desires but then he WAS my husband by then and as
his wife, it was my duty to submit to his authority, not different than as a
daughter I submitted to my father (and still do).
Actually, while technically this was our second swap in as many weekends, if
things went at all the way they had for Steve and my session then the next
one would be quite a bit more abbreviated than normal. This time it would be
Steve that got the better end of the deal as the wife would be the one my
aunt would be most concerned about. That was back to what my aunt had said
previously about the interviews focusing on the wife and/or daughters as they
are almost always the ones that are cause for them not being accepted.
One of the most unique things about this time was the timing. Previously,
every swap we’d been involved with had been in the evening. Come to think
about it I’m not really sure but I guess since they usually started with
dinner as a means of breaking the ice, they just naturally got off to a start
in the evenings.
In this case we would be meeting in the morning. It was my Aunt Linda who
had driven the schedule as she had a house showing in the afternoon and was
hoping to close the deal. Knowing the potential buyers, that might require
some “special attention” so she didn’t want anything planned for the evening.
The other couple was anxious to get the interviews and such finished so
they’d agreed to meet at 10:00 AM. If this went as usual, we’d be done and
out of there by 10:30. Steve and I arrived at 9:30 along with Aunt Linda to
be sure we got there first and everything was set up properly.
“Steve, close the curtains and Kelly, take those nasty comforters off the
beds,” were her first words when we entered the room.
I agreed totally with her about the comforters. If you’ve ever watched any
of those shows on TV where they take a black light into a hotel room then you
know that most hotels may put clean sheets on but the comforters are
disgusting.
Meanwhile she got out a small video camera and checked it out to be sure it
was working properly. I noticed she also had a spare battery with just in
case the first one went bad. I guess that would sort of screw things up of
the camera quit halfway through.
“You guys ready?” she asked, setting the camera down on the desk.
We both just nodded, awaiting whatever instructions she seemed about to give.
“OK, here’s how these things go,” she started, motioning for us to sit on the
bed, “Kelly, you go first again. You might notice that I’ll be taping the
wife’s reactions as much if not more than the two of you. Usually when
there’s going to be an issue this is when it happens. For some couples this
is old hat and no big deal but this is the first time these two will be
having sex with someone else in front of each other so anything might happen
once he starts screwing you.”
It made sense to me. Heck, now that she mentioned it I might even give her
some attention as well just to see if she was really ready for this.”
Then my aunt turned to Steve. “OK stud, hands off of her while Kelly gets it
on with the mister, got it?”
Steve nodded although he pretended to be disappointed. Then again, maybe he
wasn't pretending.
“OK then, when it’s your turn don’t waste a lot of time with foreplay and
such. Frankly, I don't WANT her to have much time to deal with it and be
drawn up in things. We want to see if she’s ready to put out, period.”
She paused to see if Steve was getting the message. He squeezed my hand and
assured Aunt Linda he knew what she wanted.
Aunt Linda took a deep breath and finished with, “Just be ready for anything,
especially with the wife. You never know how these play out. Most of the
time it’s no big deal and it’s over in a few minutes. Sometimes they freak -
especially the wife although I had one husband once who couldn't handle
seeing his wife taking another man’s dick. It’s easy to fantasize and talk
about such things, another to actually do them, especially in front of a
camera.”
Just then the door knocked. My aunt had called them after we checked in to
give them the room number so they wouldn't have to stop by the front desk.
Steve and I stayed on the bed holding hands while my aunt went to answer the
door.
We could hear the greetings and then my aunt came in with the two of them
following her, the husband leading the wife.
:Camille and Keith, this is Kelly and her husband Steve,” my aunt introduced
us, “They are the couple I was telling you about.”
One thing she had told us from the start - there would be no mention that I
was related to her in any way. This was to be about swapping, not incest
even if it wasn’t even what some people would call an incestual relationship.
After all, she was my mom’s sister, not my mom, and it was between two women.
Still, no sense in making a big deal out of it so it was best to just not
bring it up.
They both pretty much looked exactly like their photos. Keith was dressed
about the same as my husband - jeans and a dress shirt. Camille had chosen a
rather modest skirt that came below the knees and a loose blouse with a
pretty necklace. My first impression was that she was nervous - VERY
nervous, but then I would think That was to be expected under the
circumstances. Keith was trying to appear NOT nervous but if anything it
made it all the more obvious that he was.
We just shook hands and then my aunt motioned for each couple to sit on
opposite beds. They were only twin size which wouldn't leave a lot of room
for us but then it’s not like the intention was to make this a major event.
“OK, so I know this has to be a little nerve wracking for you two,” my aunt
started out as she looked first at the other couple, “Let me assure you that
Kelly and Steve here are both committed to making this as easy as possible
for you. I’m guessing we’ll be done and out of here in half an hour tops.”
No response so she continued, “OK then, Camille, why don’t you trade places
with Kelly then to get things started.”
Camille looked at her husband and I saw him squeeze her hand and smile at her
with an assuring look. Then she got up and we each took a seat next to the
other’s husband. Each of us sat there with our hands in our laps, waiting
for the next instruction.
“Well, this isn’t suppose to be anything romantic or drawn out so why don't
you two just get undressed and let’s get things rolling,” Aunt Linda said to
me and Keith.
My aunt picked up the video camera and turned it on, the little red light
appearing in front. OK, it was show time!
We each quickly undressed. I had actually worn a bra and panties. My aunt
thought it would help make me appear more “normal” to Camille rather than
coming across as a slut. As Keith dropped his jeans and then the boxer
shorts I noticed his dick was flaccid. Yep, he was nervous all right! I
wanted to smile and say something as it had been a long time since a guy had
gotten undressed with me and not be at least semi-erect but I was a good girl
and kept my mouth shut... at least for a few more minutes.
“Good... Now Kelly, why don’t you help Keith here.”
She was being tactful but I knew what she meant. Keith was still standing at
the foot of the bed, Steve and his wife a few feet away, when I knelt in
front of him and took his dick in my hand.
“You have a great cock Keith,” I said looking up at him as I gently stroked
him. Then I remembered my aunt’s earlier observations and turned to Camille.
“I bet you love sucking this cock, don't you Camille?”
From her reaction, I got the idea that sucking cock wasn't exactly something
that happened a lot between the two of them, I noticed my aunt had captured
her reaction as well. Hmmmmmm, were they going to be rejected before things
even got started? My aunt had told us on the way over that unless one of
them broke down and ended things that we would go through to the end. The
decision as to whether or not to accept them would be made by the senior
board later when they reviewed the video.
My aunt coughed discreetly and I turned my attention to the dick in my hand.
Keeping my eyes locked in with Keith’s, I took his dick in his mouth and was
pleased to feel him shudder slightly as I went to work on him. Turns out
that he wasn't TOO nervous as it quickly grew in my mouth. That was an
unexpected pleasure for me as I LOVE to feel a cock grow and harden with it
in my mouth. Unless it’s after he has already fucked me, usually a guy is
already well on the path towards a full erection by the time I get him in my
mouth to start.
As I sucked him, I reached down with my left hand and started to play with
myself. I wasn't sure how much foreplay my aunt would want to record so I
wanted to be sure I was good and wet from the start. As it turned out, it
really wasn’t necessary - I was soaking wet already!
No doubt had I sucked him long things would have been over before they’d
hardly started. I didn’t need any direction from my aunt this time as I
stood up while holding his dick firmly in my hand. Looking over at Camille,
I smiled and said, “Your husband’s gonna fuck me now.”
She kept a rather straight face so I wasn't sure if she was trying to hide
that she was excited or unhappy. It didn’t really matter to me so I turned
back to Keith and gave his stiff dick a playful tug.
“Well, how do you want to do it?” I asked him softly as my fingers rippled
over his dick.
Keith glanced over at Camille just a moment and then seemed confused.
“I don’t know... how do you prefer?” he said haltingly.
“Do you like doggie?”
Again he glanced over at Camille and I had to wonder if they were one of
those couple that stuck with missionary from start to end. Oh well, no
matter. I climbed up on the bed so my knees were right at the edge and my
lower leg and feet hung out in the air. Getting down on my elbows, I spread
my knees as wide apart as was comfortable. Looking over, I saw my aunt had
her camera focused on Camille, recording her reaction as he husband moved in
between my legs.
“That’s it Keith... fuck me,” I encouraged him as I felt his dick poke me.
He used his one hand to spread me apart and the other to guide his cock
between my wet pussy lips.
“Oh yeah, like that... deeper now,” I gasped as I felt the head of his dick
penetrate me.
Keith responded by pushing in until I felt his pubic hair teasing my butt and
then the pressure of his crotch against me. He wasn't wasting any time
either as he started stroking quickly in and out of me.
The room was deathly quiet with the only sound being his crotch slapping into
me and the occasional grunt from Keith as he drove his dick into me. The
other three occupants weren’t saying a word as they watched us.
“Cum in me Keith, I want you to cum in me,” I gasped as I suspected he was
getting about ready to ejaculate.
“Noooooo, cum on her ass Keith at least once and then put it back in her to
finish,” my aunt interrupted. Once again I was reminded of why we were doing
this. It felt even more like a porn shoot than ever with her dire4cting him.
She was just in time as it turned out because Keith suddenly pulled out and I
felt his warm cum on my butt. He quickly pushed back in me to finish off
inside my pussy with my aunt capturing every moment for history.
When he was finished he pulled out of me and I turned over and sat on the
edge of the bed. Fortunately for the hotel I’d removed the comforter so the
sheets absorbed his cum from my butt instead. I was about to ask him if I
could clean him off but again, the director cut in.
“Well, that takes of Keith... nice job by the way,” she congratulated him.
He looked over at his wife and seemed a little embarrassed at first but then
he broke into a wide smile when my aunt stoked his ego.
“OK Camille... your turn.”
I was expecting a little hesitation at the very least but if anything she
seemed anxious to get it on with my husband. I wondered if she was just
horny after watching her husband fuck me or maybe she was thinking more of
revenge after seeing how much he enjoyed fucking me.
Steve was just as anxious and before I knew it they both were naked and
standing in front of us looking at Linda who was fooling with her camera.
“Sorry, a little technical problem,” she apologized but then seemed to have
everything ready again. “So let’s see.... Camille, why don't you suck on
Steve for a while.”
Again, she responded without so much as taking a deep breath. Steve was
already erect - no way he was ever going to watch me being fucked and NOT get
aroused. Camille kneeled and it seemed like she was imitating what I had
done with her husband. Again I asked myself if she was really into oral sex.
To be blunt, her technique sucked and all she was doing was bobbing her heads
on him, taking maybe half of his dick in her mouth at most and it’s not like
Steve is all that spectacularly hung.
Aunt Linda let her go for maybe a minute and that seemed to be enough for her
purposes.
“So Keith, any particular way you’d like to see Steve have sex with your
wife?”
Keith seemed surprised by the question but not more than Camille. I guess
she had assumed that she would get to choose the same as her husband had. I
wouldn't have been surprised if she had gone for missionary and I bet that my
aunt was thinking the same - hence the question to her husband.
“How about on top... facing away,” he said after thinking a few seconds.
Hmmmmmm, was Keith into porn and this was one of the positions he liked
watching the most?
Camille pursed her lips for a moment but then caught herself and a smile
appeared. Whether it was real or not I wasn't sure but it didn't matter one
way or the other. Steve was on his back with his head on the pillow, holding
his dick at the base to point it to the ceiling.
As Camille mounted Steve I became more and more certain that this was f first
for her. She just seemed too hesitant for it to be something she’d done much
in the past, if at all. Still, I had to give her credit for her
determination as she straddled his lap and positioned herself over him.
“Steve, let her do it,” my aunt cut in as he started to position his dick to
enter her. She didn't have to say more - I knew what she was going for. She
wanted to record HER positioning his cock into her pussy so there was no
doubt she wanted it.
Camille reached between her thighs for Steve’s cock and wiggled about to get
it right and then quickly sat on it, driving it into her in one quick
movement. She must have been more turned on than I had suspected because
Steve hadn’t licked her and I hadn't seen her masturbate at all before this.
“Damn girl, you sure you have two kids?” Steve gasped as she ground on his
dick. He was being kind I was sure but then it just made me all the more
proud of him.
“Lean forward... put your hands on his knees,” my aunt offered advice. She
did as told, giving my husband a perfect view of her ass and his dick in her
pussy. It also gave the same view to Aunt Linda’s camera. Sure enough, just
as she had told me she hardly ever gave Keith the time of day with all her
shots being of Camille.
Seeing Keith fucking Camille was more erotic than anything hot. Everything
had proceeded so fast there really hadn't been time to get that involved in
the action. Even though I was still nude, as was Keith sitting next to me, I
didn't even play with myself. It was almost clinical the more I thought
about it with my aunt moving about taking shots from various angles,
especially of her face and her reaction to the feel of another man’s cock in
her.
Steve was doing the best he could, humping under her to try and cum as quick
as possible.
“OK stud, same as our Keith did,” my aunt told him as he started to get that
look on his face we both knew so well. “One on the ass, the rest inside.”
Well, when he DID cum he totally missed her butt. In fact, the first shot
flew so high it landed in the hair that was hanging down her back and a
little on her back. He struggled a little to get back in her and before she
could help a second shot landed right in her ass crack and started to run
down. The rest he was able to shoot in her pussy as she sat down on him and
let him cum while under her.
This time my aunt had different plans for Camille than she’d had for me when
I was full of cum.
“Nice job Camille... now roll off of him and lay on your back,” she said
quickly. Once Camille was laying back she continued, “Now lift up your legs
and spread... that’s it... now push like you’re having a baby again.”
With a little work Camille was able to push out Steve’s cum until it started
to drain down her butt onto the sheets. My aunt was right up close, catching
every drop as it emerged.
Then just as fast as it had started it was over. Steve got up and came over
to give me a big kiss. God I wanted soooooo bad to suck his dick after
having just fucked Camille but there was business to finish.
“OK, that does it,” my aunt said as she put away the camera, “While I can’t
say anything official until your video is reviewed, I don't think you’re
going to have any problems.”
Then she smiled at looked at Camille adding, “And I have to say dear, you
really got into this a lot more than I’d expected!”
Camille seemed to blush and then she nodded to Steve, “Well, I had a good
partner.”
Not to be outdone, Keith chimed in with, “and Kelly... damn what can I say?
You’re a lucky man Steve.”
Then Keith asked Aunt Linda, “So when do you think we can start with other
couples?”
“Maybe a week at most,” she answered as we all started to get dressed, “The
reviews should be done in a day or two and then we have to update the
profiles and get everything posted.”
Keith looked a little disappointed but then he seemed to brighten up.
Nothing more was said until we all were dressed and about to say our
goodbyes.
“Ummmmm, not sure how to say this,” he stammered, looking at his wife who
seemed just as clueless as the rest of us as to where he was going. “OK,
I’ll just say it then. Would you guys like to get together for dinner
tonight?”
I think we were all a little surprised but I had to say it was an interesting
idea. Everything had been so fast and clinical that I wouldn't mind doing it
again in a more casual atmosphere - and without the video camera.
“Is that like legal?” I asked.
My aunt laughed answering, “Well of course it’s legal... you’re all adults.
And I guess it’s not like you don't know each other already. Although I’ll
say this is the first time I know of that anyone has done this right after
their interview. So are you saying you’re ok with this Kelly?”
I looked at Steve and he just grinned. Yeah, like I had to even ask. We all
were in agreement. Steve and Keith discussed arrangements while the three
women all giggled about how the interview had gone.
Eventually it was all worked out. We would go out for dinner and then simply
return to this same room since it was booked for the entire night anyway so
why waste money on another one? Their kids were old enough that they didn't
have to worry about finding a sitter at the last minute. What excuse would
they come up with for why they would be away the entire night? Oh well, they
would work that out by the time they got home.
Chapter 6 - Dinner for Four
===========================
One of the best things about what we had planned was we would be spending the
night with them at the hotel. Just going to bed with a guy, having sex and
then leaving shortly after seems to cheapen the evening for me. Steve and I
make it a firm rule not to do repeat swaps so it’s not like I am looking for
any sort of relationship to develop. In fact, the reason we don’t repeat
with anyone is just so that doesn’t happen! In this case while we had
technically “swapped” with Keith and Camilla, I don't consider our initial
encounter as being a true swap so it wasn't like we were breaking any of our
own rules.
For me when it comes to spending time with another man it’s all about
emotions and sentiment. If I’m going to let a stranger fuck me then I at
least like to feel as if I mean something to him, at least for that evening.
Otherwise I may as well be his whore for the night. I love it when a man
takes the time to stay in me after he cums, our bodies joined in the
aftermath of mating. I like to fall asleep naked in a man’s arms and wake to
the feel of his firm erection pressing against me, knowing he wants me yet
again. I like to whisper to him as our naked bodies press together, feeling
his hands running all over me as he tells me his most intimate secrets. For
a few brief hours I fulfill his every desire and I know that during that time
he wants nobody more than me, not even his own wife.
We chose a relatively expensive restaurant for dinner but nothing too
extreme. An upper-end joint tends to have fewer families and kids in general
and provided for a more intimate atmosphere. Places like Friday’s or
Applebee’s are much too noisy with too many people coming and going to allow
for any sort of sexual dialogue to develop. While this place was known for
its seafood (my first love), it also had a reputation for good steaks as well
so it should satisfy anyone’s pallet. Not that the primary goal for the
evening was an exquisite meal but at the same time if you’re going to have
one, why not enjoy it?
Steve had made the reservations and as it turned out we were the first to
arrive. As I took off my coat and handed it to Steve so he could check it, I
was pleased to notice some of the other men waiting for their table glancing
my way. It had been quite the debate for me earlier in choosing a dress to
wear so I was pleased that my final choice was passing the second test of the
evening. The first, of course, had been Steve’s reaction when I stepped out
from the bedroom and posed. I’d bought this dress months before but hadn't
had just the right night to wear it until now so he’d never seen it on me
before.
“Damn!” was all he’d said but the ravenous look in his eyes and the way he
licked his lips told me more than anything he could say.
I turned to the side, allowing the high-cut slit to part just enough to show
off my leg almost up to my hip. Although I had a black thong on underneath
it was cut high enough so as not to reveal itself, lending the illusion that
I MIGHT not have anything on underneath the dress.
The dress was a one-shoulder style where my right shoulder was bare and the
dress came up and over the left shoulder for support. I actually preferred
it over a couple of strapless versions I’d tried on as the extra support
allowed for it not to be so tight around my boobs as to make me feel like I
couldn't even breathe. This then allowed for the cleavage to plunge and hang
just loose enough that it appeared that any second my boobs might fall out of
it but yet just enough that I didn’t.
Under my bust the dress was cut tight, showing off my firm stomach and hips
and then loosening up down to my ankles. The left side was slit up almost to
my hip but the dress was cut in such a way that it only really showed my leg
if I pushed out my foot ahead of me and twisted slightly. Then again, if I
sat down and put my left leg over my right then it certainly veiled a LOT of
leg as well as some hip but then I could always cross the right instead in
situations where that might be too risqué. Sort of hard to imagine THAT sort
of situation but the option was always there.
I suppose it goes without saying that I wasn't wearing a bra. Even if I was
so inclined the neckline cut much low. Then again it wasn’t like I needed
one all the time anyway. If it wasn’t for my job and sexy date nights for my
husband, I’d probably not bother buying one in the first place. I DID go for
a thin black thong but that was more for Keith than anything else. Around my
left ankle I wore my favorite ankle bracelet that my father had given to me.
Simple black pumps with ridiculously high heels on my feet were totally
uncomfortable but the things women will do to make their legs look great! I
also wore a delicate gold braid chain around my neck from which my gold and
diamond studded cross was attached, hanging down right above my cleavage.
My hair... what can I say about my hair! All my life I’d fought it and I
suppose I will for the rest of my life as well. Even $150 at the salon
earlier didn't get the results I wanted but at least it looked better than it
would have if I hadn't gone at all. Normally it’s straight without a hint of
anything but tonight I had fullness with enough curl to make it look thicker
and with more body than normal.
“So you like it?” I asked sweetly, knowing full well what the answer would be
but then what girl doesn’t want to hear it?
“You... look... FANTASTIC!” Steve gushed as he moved over to me and wrapped
his arms around me, clenching my ass with his hands as he kissed me.
“You know I have to redo my lipstick now,” I teased him when he finally let
me go.
“It was worth it,” he said smiling at me but I noticed his eyes were fixed
right where they belonged - my exposed cleavage. Well, may be for him as I
was the one who had to head back to the bathroom to touch myself up again.
It felt a little out of place to climb up into Steve’s pickup truck dressed
like I was going to the prom. Someday I hope he’ll break down and buy
something a little less... manly I guess you could say. My car wasn't
exactly in the best of shape so we tried to minimize the miles on it but that
meant driving around town like we were heading for a rodeo. The only
redeeming value was the full bench seat - not something you see much anymore.
I loved riding up next to him and it made a lot of other things a lot easier
as well if you know what I mean. Not tonight though - not in this dress and
$150 for my hair before we even got there!
Soon after we were seated Keith and Camille made their appearance. Keith
looked handsome in a dark blue sports coat and matching slacks. He even wore
a tie over his white shirt. It was almost like he was heading for church
after dinner. Camille was dressed in a conservative cream-colored dress that
came to mid-calf. It was sleeveless but came up high to her neck. Judging
from the looks of things, she was wearing a bra underneath as well. Her
matching heels were about two inches at most and she had on nude hose. Her
hair was loose with a bit of curl but nothing fancy. I guess she hadn't
rushed to the salon the way I had.
Steve stood up as a gentleman should and shook Keith’s hand. I smiled at
Camilla who took the seat across from me as we assumed a boy-girl seating
arrangement.
“Well we made it,” Camille giggled as we all settled in.
Keith was smiling so I had to ask, “Oh, problems?”
This time they both smiled and Camille was looking down at her plate when
Keith answered.
“You have to admit that this morning was pretty intense... especially for us
as you can imagine. You guys do this sort of stuff al the time so I guess
it’s no big deal but that was the first time I’d ever seen Camille with
another man - or her seeing me with another woman.”
Camille finally looked up and add, “I think it really hit me when we lied to
Emily about being away for the night. I was thinking about what if she told
me such a story so that she could spend the night with one of her boyfriends.
I don't think I’ve ever lied to my daughter this way before.”
The waitress showed up just then and took our drink orders. I asked for my
usual - Diet Coke, while Camille asked for a Chardonnay and the guys both
ordered beers. I silently prayed that Keith wouldn't drink TOO much. Not
only did beer give bad breath but I think it makes a guy’s cum taste bitter.
Once she was gone I took the opportunity to change the subject. After all,
we really didn't know anything about them so far as their personal lives were
concerned. We talked about our families and interests. Of course neither
Steve or I made any mention about incest. So far as I knew, neither of them
even had any idea that Linda was my aunt. There had been a couple instances
where I almost slipped and called her “aunt” but I managed to catch myself
every time.
Other than the one brief mention of their daughter at the start, I noticed
that she was carefully kept out of the conversation. Normally parents are
all too proud not to mention their kid’s accomplishments which made the lack
of mention all the more blatant.
Dinner was served finally and as we ate the conversation slowed but also
became more focused.
“So how long have you and Steve been married?” Camilla asked.
“It will be two years this coming August,” I replied proudly, taking Steve’s
hand and squeezing it.
“And when did you start swapping?” she asked.
Steve coughed and I almost slapped him as I answered, “About a month after we
got married.”
I had a feeling it would surprise her so I was ready for the wide eyes and
open mouth and didn’t react.
“So I guess you guys really like it then,” Keith said stepping into the
conversation.
I looked at Steve for him to answer.
“We think it keeps our marriage fresh,” he said, emphasizing the “we”. Yeah
right, it was HIS idea from the start but not that I complained.
“So why did you guys decide to get into it after all these years?” I asked
Camille.
This time it was her turn to give her husband “the look”. Keith rolled his
eyes just a bit and took a deep breath before answering.
“I suppose it was our neighbors. He was joking one day about some of the hot
wives in the neighborhood and made some comment about swapping. I thought he
was joking at first but gradually he started telling me... well telling me
things that they were into. I suppose one thing led to another and finally
he asked me if Camille and I would be interested in doing such things. At
first I thought he meant with him and his wife but I thought that would be a
little kinky with them living right next door and all. Then he mentioned the
group. So now we’re here.”
“Camille, have you ever seen Keith with another woman before this morning?” I
asked.
Again she seemed embarrassed but she did answer. “Oh no, never before. It
was harder than I thought but Linda had warned us not to show any hesitation
or reluctance so I think I put on a pretty good show.”
As she spoke, I felt a hand on my leg over my dress. It was from the left
side - Keith’s side of the table. I didn’t say or do anything to indicate
that I knew what he was doing but at the same time I also didn't do anything
to discourage him. If anything I was wondering if my husband was doing the
same with his wife. Probably not as I had a feeling she wouldn’t have
disguised her surprise very well.
“I don’t know if Linda told you or not about us,” I started and then felt a
nudge against my knee from Steve. Apparently he thought I was going to spill
the beans but he should have known better than that. I’d had over twelve
years of experience in not making such mistakes and I wasn't about to start
now.
Ignoring him, I continued, “but this was our first time doing the interview
thinking with someone.”
“Oh really?” Camille asked, “So how does that work? Do you volunteer, put
your name on a list, or what?”
Little did she have a clue as to the truth and my answer didn't bring her any
closer.
“Oh we’ve known her since we first got started. She videoed our interview as
well. I guess she just knows how much we’ve come to enjoy it and she thought
that we might find this as something new. After all, isn’t that why people
swap in the first place - for something new?”
Keith grinned and it was obvious that was why HE wanted to swap. Typical
man. He leaned forward a little over the table, allowing his hand to slip
between the slit opening of my dress and land on my bare upper thigh. Our
seats weren’t really all that close so he had to lean over quite a bit,
making it obvious to everyone what he was doing but he didn't seem to mind.
For that matter, neither did anyone else. Even Camille seemed to be trying
her best to be a team player.
“Feel good honey?” she teased her husband. Then she looked at me with a wild
look in her eyes. “You know, not long ago had he done anything like that I
would’ve slugged him!”
I smiled back. “Well to be honest, he’s being quite the gentleman - at least
so far.”
With that I reached under the table and took his hand, pulling it up into my
warm crotch. Keith responded immediately, pressing his finger into my slit
through my thong. He was now leaning so far forward he was pressed against
the table. Anyone looking would think was trying to reach his shoe or
something as the table cloth hung low enough to conceal the true location of
his hand.
“NOW he’s not being so gentlemanly,” I said with a sly grin. Keith then
pressed his finger almost into me, or at least as far as he could stretch the
fabric of my thong. “Make that VERY ungentlemanly!”
The way the others reacted made it more a game than anything sexy. I let him
rub me a little more and then pushed his hand away. Keith sat up straight
again, looking a little sheepish all of a sudden.
“He ever do that to you before?” I asked Camille.
She gave her husband a sharp look and sighed, “Not for a LONG time... back
when we were dating he use to get quite frisky.”
“Maybe next time you guys go out he might be again after tonight... won’t you
Keith,” I said to him in a tone that expressed I meant that he WOULD, not
that he MIGHT.
Steve was starting to get a little restless. He never was very patient with
the preliminaries. Heck, I think if he had his choice we’d just meet at the
hotel room and jump right in bed. Well, sometimes there’s something to be
said for that but I felt like this was helping Camille and Keith work their
way into things.
“So tell me Keith, how did feel when you got back home and had time to think
about this morning?” I asked. Steve glared at me, pissed off most likely
that I was prolonging it even longer. Keith didn't seem to mind though as he
glanced at Camille before turning back to me.
“Like I said earlier, it was pretty intense. In fact, I think it was maybe
50-50 as to whether or not we were going to call Linda and call the whole
thing off.”
I arched my eyebrows. “So what made up your minds to meet us tonight?”
Again Keith looked at his wife before responding and then said, “To be
honest, if it wasn't with you guys and then so soon afterwards, maybe we
would have dropped out. We figured since we sort of got things started with
you two, why not spend the night and see how that goes before making our
final decision.”
“So you really haven’t made a final decision then?” I asked.
Keith shook his head while Camille let him do all the talking. “I hope
that’s OK with you guys?”
That was Steve’s cue.
“Of course it is,” he insisted, “So what do you say we go and get this
started for real?”
Nobody protested so Steve signaled for the check. Within a few minutes we
were heading back to the hotel for the second time in one day. We’d agreed
that Steve and I would go in first since we had the key and then Camille and
Keith would follow a few minutes later so it wouldn't look like all four of
us were entering the same room.
We were on the second floor so it’s not like the elevator ride was all that
long. I suppose we could have theoretically taken the stairs but anyone who
would suggest such a thing has never worn four inch heels and a tight dress.
Walking in a straight line is challenge enough! I once read a quote from a
Hollywood actress that went something like this, “When I come home along the
FIRST thing I take off is my shoes. When I come home with a man, the LAST
thing I take off are my shoes.” personally, I think she said it all.
Once in the room, true to that starlet’s observation, the shoes remained on.
Steve hung up my coat in the wardrobe closet with the tiny ironing board and
built-in safe, along with his own jacket. Then he turned to me and put his
wonderful arms around me to hug me tight and kiss me.
“What do you say we just leave the door locked and spend the night her by
ourselves,” he whispered huskily in my ear as he leaned down over me.
As much as I thought the idea had merit, I knew he was just trying to be
romantic. There was no way he was going to actually DO that!
As we kissed he reached his right hung down to my hip and slip it under my
dress through the slit side. I felt the palm of his hand cup my bare ass and
squeeze it, then releasing me and roaming about my all but bare butt until he
found my thong. Not that there was much to find.
“Damn, for a moment there I thought you’d changed your mind and gone commando
tonight,” he said in a low deep voice as he slipped his fingers under the
thin material just at the top of my ass crack where it appeared, “You know,
if this was any smaller you may as well not bother wearing one.”
I giggled and replied, “Well, it’s got a little more in the front and
besides, that’s sort of the whole idea anyway, keeping you guys guessing.”
“God I love your ass,” he groaned as his hand moved all over my butt, “It’s
like so... so perfect.”
Steve was always going about my butt but I loved it when he did. He’d
learned back when we were first dating that if he wanted something from me
the best way was to compliment my ass over anything else, especially back
then when there wasn’t much about my body to compliment.
Where this might have gone was not to be found out though as there was a
light knock on the door.
“Our partners have arrived,” I whispered as he continued to play grab-ass,
“Ummmmm, dear... let go of my ass and answer the door.”
Begrudgingly his hand slipped from out of my dress and I quickly straightened
myself out as he went to the door while I stayed standing in the center of
the room waiting.
As someone once said... Let the games begin!
Chapter 7 - Swapping
====================
Of course it was Keith and Camille although I guess there was always a
possibility no matter how remote of it being a maid or other hotel staff.
They were carrying their coats over their arms and Steve offered to help with
Camille’s while Keith hung up his own.
“I see you’ve got him trained well Kelly,” Camille observed as she handed
over her coat.
At least she didn’t say I had him trained “good” which gave her a check mark
in the “good” category. I guess I have found that people with decent grammar
skills tend to have better skills in other things as well.
“Actually you can thank his mother for that,” I answered back, “Later you can
thank ME for what I taught him.”
She acted a little uncertain at that one but quickly recovered her composure.
“So anyways... how does this usually work,” Keith asked anxiously, “I mean do
we just split up, undress, or what?”
I left this one to Steve.
“Actually there’s no standard scenario,” he started, “It’s a little different
with every couple which is why we like meeting with different people.”
Keith nodded. He appeared to be loose and nonchalant but after watching him
for less than two minutes I quickly got the impression it was all a big act
on his part. Maybe it was to impress his wife but in any course, it didn’t
make a difference.
“I hope you don't mind me saying that this morning was a little intense,”
Keith reacted, “I think both of us felt a little rushed by Linda. Is she
always that way?”
Oh the things I could tell him about my favorite aunt! “Could” being the
operative word as I never would do it.
“Honestly I hate those interviews,” Steve said. Oh what a liar! “They seem
so artificial... almost like a porn movie or something like that.”
Then he looked at me and I think he say the impatience in my eyes and knew it
was time to get things moving.
“How about we do this...,” Steve started anew and then paused briefly, “Some
people like to do the all-together thing if you know what I mean. Kelly and
I usually prefer to enjoy ourselves alone with the other couple.”
Keith and Camille looked a little confused and I did myself. Yes, there
separate beds but so far as I was concerned those didn't qualify for the
intimacy trademark. Then we all got a surprise...
Steve walked over to the door in the sidewall, the one that interconnects
hotel rooms like when you have a big family or a party to let people go
between room without having to go out in the hallway and disturb people. He
undid the bolt lock and opened the door. The door to the other room was open
as well leading to a room that was essentially a mirror image of this one.
“So now Kelly and Keith can have their own room while Camille and I can have
ours as well. I suggest we leave the doors shut but unlocked. Anybody have
a preference in rooms?”
Once again my guys proved himself to be a wonderfully thoughtful husband. I
had no idea when he had worked out the second room but I wasn't going to
complain, that was for sure!
Meanwhile Keith and Camille seemed a little confused as well. I imagine that
after the events of the morning they probably accepted that they would be
doing it again under the same conditions as their first time which meant in
view of the other while they each had sex with someone else. Now things were
going to be much more intimate and private. Yes, it was exactly what I’d
wanted but hopefully it would turn out that way for everyone else before it
was over.
Keith and Camille whispered something between them and it was Camille that
did the talking this time.
“Well, we really weren't expecting this to be honest. So you mean I will be
spending the entire night alone with Steve?” she said slowly but firmly, “And
the same goes for Keith and Kelly?”
Since she was talking now I figured it was my turn to contribute to the
dialogue.
“Are you OK with that? After all, this IS suppose to be a swap, not a
gangbang.”
I asked the question while looking directly at Camille as I had the idea it
was her with the doubts. After everything else today, it was a little late
to say no to anything I would think.
Camille shrugged and stood a little straighter saying, “Well, let’s give it a
shot then. This is what you wanted, isn’t it honey?”
Oh boy, now THAT was a warning sign if I ever saw one but thankfully Keith
just smiled at her and took her hand and squeezed it.
“Well what are we waiting for?” Steve asked enthusiastically, “Let’s get
fucking!”
I winced a little at that one as it things still seemed a little delicate in
the room but didn’t say anything to bring any more attention to his words.
Steve reached out for Camille’s hand and escorted her into the other room,
closing the door behind them.
“Well, I guess that leaves you and me,” Keith observed, stating the obvious.
“How about I just take off this dress before it gets ruined and we can talk a
little bit first,” I offered.
“And me?” he asked before I had a chance to do anything.
“You look fine for the moment,” I assured him, “Here... help me with the
zipper.”
I turned my back to him but I could still see the both of us in the mirror
over the desk. His hands felt a little cold as he carefully undid the clasp
and then worked the delicate zipper down slowly.
“You know for what they charge for women’s clothing you would think they
could make them a little easier to deal with,” I commiserated with him as he
struggled.
With it unzipped I carefully stepped out of it, leaving me with just my
heels, thong and jewelry still on. The cool air in the room quickly brought
my exposed nipples to their fully heightened state of arousal. I laid the
dress carefully out over the back of the chair. I turned to him and saw his
eyes involuntarily drop to my breasts which were now in plain view.
“Just sit and relax for a few,” I prodded him and after he had, I took a seat
sitting sideways on the edge of the bed with my right leg under me and my
left leg up against his leg with my foot barely touching the floor for
balance.
“You can put your arm around me,” I said softly and then giggled, “After all
we DID have sex about twelve hours ago, didn’t we?”
That seemed to break the ice a little as he put his arm around me with his
hand on my opposite hip.
“You know, we really haven’t had a chance to just, well, you know, TALK,” I
started as I laid my left hand on the top of his leg on his pants. “Is there
anything you want to ask me first before things get too heavy?”
At first he didn't say anything but I just kept quiet - an old lawyer’s trick
my dad had taught me. “Nature abhors silence,” he’d told me long ago, “If
you want someone to say something, then just sit and don't say a word.
Sooner or later they will fill the room with words.” My dad was always right
about such things...
“Ok a couple of things,” Keith blurted out, “I feel silly asking though.
“Awwwwww, nothing you ask me is silly.”
“OK then... How many men have you had sex with?”
“Why does it matter?” I asked, stalling until I could figure out where he was
coming from.
“I don't know,” he said in more a mumble than a real voice, “Guess I’m just
curious.”
“Twelve,” I answered lying through my teeth, “At least if you count full
penetration.”
That seemed to relieve him somewhat. I figure there are three reasons why
men ask that question. First, the male ego thing. Guys want to be the “best
she ever had” and that’s not easy when she’s fucked a couple of hundred other
men before him. Second, concern over STDs as the more partners you have, the
greater the odds. Then lastly, some guys just don't want to have sex with a
slut. Sort of stupid I know, but that’s been reason for a number of guys.
Whatever Keith’s reason, we were past that now.
“When did you start?”
I smiled and patted him on the thigh. “You first.. tell me when you lost
yours.”
Keith seemed a little less anxious to answer than he had been to ask but
nonetheless he did.
“Seventeen, it was horrible. Neither of us knew what we were doing. I mean
I didn’t even really know for sure how to do it. Don’t laugh - I didn't’!
We never saw each other again after that.”
I grinned, trying not to embarrass him. “Well I was fourteen and Steve was
my first.”
“THIS Steve?” he asked, his voice rising a little with disbelief. I explained
to him about how we started and then him moving away and how we got back
together ten years or so later.
“Wow, I guess you guys were meant to be together, weren’t you?”
I agreed totally. I’d been convince since the first time I’d blown him that
I would marry Steve. That belief was shaken when he moved away but the
moment he first kissed me after he returned I knew it was only a matter of
time before I wore his ring.
He paused and I asked, “Anything else?”
There was something bothering him but he seemed too embarrassed to ask.
Finally he seemed to take a breath and asked, “I know you don’t have kids and
so you aren’t into this sort of thing, but you might know about it. I’ve
heard rumors that there is another membership level to this group... one that
includes families. Camille would KILL me if she knew I was even thinking
about this, let alone discussing it with you.”
“I guess that depends on what we’re discussing Keith,” I responded without
taking one side or the other, “Who told you about such a thing?”
He paused again and then as my hand worked its way closer to his crotch he
responded. “Our neighbors are the ones who suggested we try this. I’ve had
a few talks to the father and he seemed to hint that more than just his wife
and he were doing... stuff. They have a couple of kids but their daughter
looks really young for that sort of thing, or at least a lot younger than
Emily.”
“So Emily is your daughter?” I asked. He nodded and I asked, “Only child?”
He nodded again. “How old?” He told me that she had just turned fifteen.
There was more there, I knew it, but before I went down that road I figured
I’d better up the ante a little. Taking his right hand which had had been
resting on his leg, I pulled it up to my breast and planted his palm on me.
“You know, you CAN touch me while we’re talking,” I said in what I hoped was
an inviting tone of voice.
He dint say anything but he DID cup my breast and played with my nipple
between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and tugging on it gently.
“Isn’t that better?” I teased him gently and then decide to go for it.
“So does Camille know about your feelings for Emily?”
Keith stiffened.
“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to her, promise,” I assured him, “Why else
bring up all this stuff about the neighbors and such?”
He didn't say a word yet although his hand was back to massaging my boob
again.
“You know Keith, it’s only natural for a father to have such feelings for his
daughter at her age. After all, you may be her father but you’re still a
man,” I said as I moved my hand into his crotch and pressed my hand against
his stiffening cock. Oh yeah, the big head might be reluctant to discuss all
this but not so when it came to the little head.
“But it’s incest... and Camille would cut off my nuts if she ever found out.”
“Found out what?”
“It’s not fair,” he went on complaining as if he hadn't heard me, “She wears
practically nothing around the house and her bikinis keep getting smaller in
all the same places she’s getting larger. And she knows it... I know damn
well she does. Anytime she wants something she sits on my lap and grinds her
cute little bubble butt on me and daddy caves in every time. I mean what the
hell is a man SUPPOSE to feel? I’m not a eunuch for crying out loud.”
“Here... let’s try something,” I told him as I quickly slipped my thong down
my legs and over my heels. I crawled up on the bed naked except for my shoes
and laid on my back down the center of the bed with my head propped up by two
pillows. The comforter was still off from this morning so the cool sheets
felt good against my nude body. Parting my legs just enough, I turned my
head to him.
“Close your eyes Keith,” I said softly. When he did I continued, “Now tell
me what your favorite fantasy is about Emily... tell me what you like to
think about most when you masturbate about her.”
That last part was pushing a little as he hadn’t ever actually admitted to
jerking off about his daughter but I knew from past experience that making a
statement as if it’s fact often serves to confirm that it IS fact.”
Keith sighed, maybe it qualified for a moan. “Oh my god... she’s sleeping,
wearing just a light cotton T-shirt that’s too short to cover anything. I
peek in her bedroom and see she’s thrown off her covers and sheet and is
laying there all but naked in the moonlight.”
I had a pretty good idea where this was going so rather than waste time with
the details I figured it would be best to go for the real thing.
“Touch me Keith... close your eyes as you do and pretend I’m Emily. Then
touch me and tell me what you think about her.”
He hesitated at first. Somehow I doubted that this was what he had been
expecting for this evening but for me it was quite titillating. Keith
scooting over on the bed until he was laying on his side, propped up on one
elbow as he laid alongside me. While I was for all practical purposes fully
nude, he was still for all intents and purposes I was naked as the day I was
born.
“That’s it daddy, keep your eyes closed and imagine we’re in my bedroom,” I
encouraged him as I assumed the role of his daughter.
His hand reached for my ankle, grasping it with just his fingers as he ran
them up and down in small movements. Then he started running the backs of
his fingertips up my leg, not quite to my knee before going back down to my
ankle. He was so light I could barely feel the tips of his fingers against
my freshly shaved leg. The room was as quiet as a church mouse.
“You can talk Keith... she can't hear you... tell me what you’re thinking...
what you’re feeling... what you want and desire.”
“God I want to just touch her legs, feel her warm smooth skin. Damn they’ve
filled out perfectly - not all thin and skinny anymore. Sometimes I put my
hand on her thigh when she’s on my lap... makes me feel so damn horny when
she lets me do that.”
Slowly he worked his way up my bare leg, circling his finger around my knee,
caressing every square inch as he progressed. I kept quiet, playing the role
of his sleeping teenage daughter. The bed moved slightly as he readjusted
his position so he could more easily move further up my legs. He gently
caressed one, then the other, switching back and forth as each time he did he
moved just another fraction of an inch further up. When he started to reach
in between my thighs, I moaned softly and spread my legs further a party to
make it easier for him.
“My god your thighs are so soft and smooth Kelly,” he murmured.
“Emily,” I corrected him and he quickly repeated what he’s just said, only
this time calling me by his daughter’s first name instead.
Now he was using the palm of his hand in addition to his fingertips to caress
my legs. Inch by inch he silently worked his way upwards, the silence only
interrupted by a periodic letting out of his breath, punctuated by a few
words here and there, like “oh god”, “you feel so good”, or even now then a
“oh god I love you so much” or something along those lines. He wasn't really
talking to me. No, it was like he was communicating with his young daughter
who was doing who knows what with her parents away.
I could only imagine how stiff his dick must be have been getting by then and
I wanted badly to reach out and hold him but he still had on his pants and
shirt so that was out of the question, at least for the time being. It was
erotic to be touched and caressed in this way while he was still ready to go
out for dinner if he so chose - a pretty remote possibility at the moment if
you were to ask me.
His hand was within inches now of my pussy when he would make a run up the
inside of my thighs. It was only a matter of time before he touched me there
and I couldn't wait. But then, right when I thought he was on target his
hand made a detour and went up to my belly and circled my belly button. Then
he went down and up the outer side of my leg, this time dipping his hand down
run along my hip with his fingertips barely moving to the underside of my
butt.
“Oh Emily, your stomach is so flat, so smooth. God you’re so beautiful.”
Now I also had my eyes closed, imagining that I was indeed Emily and how it
would be to see her father doing to her what he was doing to me at this very
moment in her own bedroom, lying on her own bed.
As he neared my breasts I wondered if he would make the same detour he’d
pulled down lower and go up higher without actually touching my boobs but
thankfully he drew the line at this point and I felt the backs of his fingers
drag up my belly and then up and over the curvature of my bust, lightly
teasing my nipples as his fingertips passed over them. They were already
quite aroused and sticking up like pencil erasers. I wondered if he would
suck on them but for now he seemed content to just play with them using his
fingers.
“Oh baby I love you so much,” he whispered to me as he touched the side of my
neck and ran his fingers though my hair. Oh god, now THAT excited me.
There’s something about a man stroking my hair that is just such an
incredible turn-on.
For the next fifteen or so minutes it just went on like that as he played
gently over me from head to toe and back again. The only taboo was my pussy
- he never came closer than maybe an inch or so to me. So far he was doing
pretty well on his own without any real direction or encouragement from me
other than at the start so I decided to let him progress at his own rate.
After all, we had all night, didn’t we?
Then came the moment I was waiting for. No longer content with just touching
me, I saw him struggle with his pants until he finally got them undone enough
to allow his dick to pop out from the fly of his pants. He was kneeling now,
slowly jerking himself off as he continued to touch me.
“It’s OK daddy, you can do anything you want with me... anything daddy!”
It seemed to be the little nudge he needed as he inched his way closer to my
head. With his arm using the headboard to support himself, I felt the tip of
his dick touching my shoulder and then rubbing along the top of my shoulder
as he held it in his fist. I just laid their motionless, wondering what he
would do next. If it had been “me” laying there, I’m sure it would have been
easy to dangle his dick in front of my face and allow me to reach out and
suck on it.
Ever so slowly, so slow at times I wondered if he would ever make it, his
dick finally rested on my cheek, then onto my closed lips. I parted my lips
ever so slightly, not even to seem overly eager to suck him but enough to
send a clear message - he was welcome.
Sure enough, he pressed the tip of his horny cock between my lips and pushed
in ever so slightly. I let my tongue extend out just enough to touch the tip
of the head of his cock.
“That’s it baby, lick it... suck your daddy’s dick,” he said quietly but
forcefully.
As I opened my mouth further, he took advantage of each opportunity to drive
his dick further into my mouth until he was maybe half-way inside. I closed
my lips down around him and started to suckle on his cock. Mmmmmmm, he
tasted so good!
“Oh yeah Emily, just like that... just like that,” he moaned as I worked on
his cock. It was difficult to do much more than just suck and lick while he
would move it in and out on his own at times.
As I slowly sucked on him he wet his fingers in his mouth and reached down to
finally touch my pussy - that that I needed much assistance in the
lubrication department. He went straight for my clit, rubbing it gently
against his fingertip. Oh my god! Now THAT felt good!
“I’ve wanted to touch you there since you wore that crazy bikini last summer.
I couldn't believe your mom even let you buy one like that. Well, she never
would have had she a clue to what I was thinking when I saw it,” he laughed
at his own joke.
My clit was throbbing as he touched me but he kept his dick in my mouth which
sort of made it hard to say much of anything. Not that I was complaining!
Then he started to work down my slit until he found my pussy hole, pressing
his finger in easily considering I was already soaking wet. He plunged in
fist one and then two fingers deep inside of me, using his thumb then to rub
my clit as he “fucked” me with his fingers while I continued with his dick in
my mouth.
“I want you,” he said in a deep husky voice, “Oh god I want you so bad
Emily.”
“Then what are you waiting for daddy?” I finally spoke as he sat back which
allowed his dick to slip from my mouth and allow me to speak again.
He didn't answer but instead slid off the edge of the bed and stood up. He
then rapidly ripped off his clothes until he was naked in front of me. It’s
not like I hadn't seen him naked less than twelve hours before but there was
something entirely different about the entire scene and atmosphere, something
intensely erotic.
Had I done nothing I have no doubt the outcome would have been the same but I
couldn't resist. Why not make it a moment he would never forget? I knew
what he wanted to hear. The same words EVERY man wanted to hear from a girl
but especially a father from his nubile young daughter...
“Fuck me daddy... I want you to fuck me now!”
He had his eyes open now but somehow I got the idea he was still looking at
Emily. His eyes had the crazy faraway look you see in a man’s eyes when he
makes that transition from a normal man to a sexual entity. It was the same
look I saw in my dad’s eyes when we first started having sex and even still
today, the same that I saw in my husband’s eyes when we made love. It was
almost frightening in its intensity, its animal-like ferociousness. When I
see I know one thing for sure - he was going to fuck me and there wasn’t a
damn thing I could do about it, even if for whatever unimaginable reason I
wanted to do something.
Keith moved to the end of the bed and grabbed my ankles, one in each hand.
Then in one strong pull he brought me down to the edge of the bed, spreading
my legs apart and then pushing them back until they were almost against the
side of my face.
“Your pussy is so beautiful baby,” he moaned as he reached down to rub it
while he stroked his erection. The he pressed the head up against me, not
enough to penetrate me but just enough to let me feel it trying.
“Tell me you want this Emily... tell me what you want daddy to do to you.”
Role-playing is not typically one of my strongest suits but in this case it
was an incredible turn-on to pretend to be his daughter.
“Oh daddy, I love you.. Show me how much you love me. Give me your love
daddy, give me it all.”
“Oh yes baby, whatever you want,” he said as the last part sounded more
forced as he pressed forward, shoving his dick inside of me.
Granted, I’m sure Emily’s pussy wouldn't have allowed him to slide in quite
so easily but then it wasn't like I was exactly loose either. Even after
having been sexually active for over fourteen years and granting access to
hundreds of dicks, I like to think my pussy still holds up well in comparison
to even a fifteen year-old. OK, so maybe I’m being a little overly
egotistical but it’s not like anyone’s complained to me about it.
“Oh daddy... deeper,” I moaned as I enjoyed the feel of him filling me.
At first he didn't say anything but instead he leaned into me and drove
himself in until I felt the base of his dick pressing up against my ass. His
pubic hair smashed up in between us, feeling like a soft hairbrush being run
over my asshole. Then with his dick fully imbedded, he groaned out loud.
“Oh god Emily, I want to fuck you so bad!”
For the next hour or so I managed to keep changing positions and manipulating
him before finally he couldn't hold out any longer. I was riding him
cowgirl, facing him as his hands each held one of my boobs while I bounced on
his dick. Then I felt him jerk under me and I knew what was happening.
“That’s it daddy, cum in me,” I encouraged him, “Give me your love... I want
all your love for me.”
He humped under me as I kept the pressure down on him, letting his splash his
sperm deep inside of me each time I felt his hips push up against me. God he
must have come a quart inside of me given the number of times he ejaculated!
When he finished, I stayed on top, letting my legs push out behind me as I
leaned forward and laid on top of his chest. He kissed the top of my head
and it was then I realized that he hadn't kissed me once the entire time. He
hadn't even licked my pussy and if he was like 99% of the guys that fucked
me, he wouldn't now that he’d cum in me. I just turned my head and laid down
on top of him, distributing my weight so as not to crush him and feeling his
arms around me as he hugged me.
“Did you like that daddy?” I asked softly.
“That was amazing!” he gasped, trying to catch his breath, “But you can call
me Keith now.”
I felt exhausted and now doubt he must have as well. As I laid there I felt
his arms loosen and before long he started to snore a bit - nothing like a
foghorn but still a bit annoying. Then again I don't know of many guys who
don’t, even those in their twenties, especially after a long round of sex.
Somewhere along the line I must have fallen asleep as when I opened my eyes I
realized that I must have slipped off the side of him and was now laying
against him with one arm and leg draped on top. Keith was sound asleep and I
saw his dick was laying flaccid to one side, barely even visible from this
vantage point. It was just too tempting to ignore!
One of the things I love about dicks is their independence. It’s no wonder
they are referred to as the “little head”. Still, I would say that only
applies in terms of physical size. If you were going to base it on the
amount of influence it exerts over a man in comparison to his so-called “big
head”, we’d be swapping those names around without question.
What I’m referring to is the reaction I was getting as I gently stroked his
cock as Keith slept soundly away oblivious to what I was doing. Even though
he was practically unconscious, his dick still responded to my ministrations.
When it started to harden, I gently got up enough to move down to his crotch
and took him in my mouth. Mmmmmmm, he still smelled and tasted like me!
Slowly his dick hardened in my mouth, a sensation that REALLY turns me on. I
love the way it extends further and further into my mouth and gradually fills
me up as his dick lengthens and expands. Keith wasn’t exactly huge so I
didn't have to worry about deep-throating him per se but he DID fill me up
satisfactorily when taking in to account his width.
As he got fully erect, I played gently with his hairy balls as I licked his
cock up and down the sides and then played with the tip of his dick using my
tongue only. All the while he never hardly so much as moved a muscle! Just
when I thought I might get him to cum without waking up, I heard him groan
and his hands moved up to grab my head, more of an exploratory move than
anything else.
“What the heck...?” he started to say when his eyes focused and the fog
cleared from his “big” head enough to let home figure out what was happening
to him.
“God, you never get enough, do you?”
I lifted my head to smile at him and licked my lips. “Are you complaining?”
At that his eyes widened and he vigorously shook his head.
“Hell no!” he said emphatically, letting his hands drop to his sides.
“You’re going to fuck me again Keith, right now,” I said with not even a hint
of uncertainty.
“Damn.... What time is it?” he said, his head evidently not in full gear yet.
“What difference does it make?” I chastised him, “I need to be fucked and
you’re going to do it. And this time you’re fucking ME, not your daughter.”
I didn't so much yell at him or try to be overly stern, but I wanted him to
know he didn't really have a say in the matter and it was MY turn to be
satisfied.
Actually, I didn't have any idea what time it was. The clock on the
nightstand was turned such that I couldn’t see the face and the heavy
curtains were closed such that I wasn't even sure if it was dawn yet. For
all I knew it might have been only a short time since we fell asleep or it
could be almost time to meet back up with our spouses. Oh well, even if the
latter were the case, they would just have to wait.
We were both nude with the covers thrown off, with the only light coming from
the bathroom where the light had been left on by one of us. Still it was more
than sufficient to see by and even if it had been dark I don't think it
would’ve mattered anyway. Keith rolled over and pushed me on my back,
pushing the length of his nude body against mine. His dick was already erect
and I could feel it pressing in to my hip as he scooted in closer. He
started to suck on my nipples but I was too horny to play around with that.
“Eat my pussy this time,” I told him, “Let’s see if you can make me cum.”
What I didn't add was that of he ever going to bring me to an orgasm it would
be now. True, too many men don't have a clue what to do when their face is
between a girl’s thighs but as horny as I was at the moment if he couldn't
then there was something seriously wrong!
Keith got between my legs and put his hands under my thighs just above my
knees. Then he lifted my up and back so my ass was off the bed and my pussy
was open and available without having to get down to the level of the bed.
His tongues reached out and I shivered as I felt it run up between my pussy
lips and then over my clit which was already swollen and ready to go.
“That’s it Keith, suck on it gently... not as hard as you were with my
nipples... use your tongue more,” I instructed him. “Oh yeah... right
THERE!” I cried out as his tongue caressed my clit perfectly. His lips
surrounded it and his tongue dashed all over, twirling and lapping on my
hyper-sensitive clit.
“Oh god YES!” I moaned as I felt first one finger and then a second penetrate
my pussy as he continued to slobber all over my pussy.
Keith looked up at me and grinned, his face glistening in the soft light with
the wetness of my pussy.
“Damn, I LOVE you being shaved,” he said quickly as he caught his breath, “No
hair in my teeth!”
I playfully smacked him on top of his head and he resumed his earlier
position. When he would go off course I’d correct him and the longer he went
on the more I found myself enjoying him.
I felt my orgasm rising and put my hands on top of his head and pushed down
on it crying, “Don't stop... don't you DARE stop now!”
God it felt so good! Exactly what I’d woke up and found myself craving. I’m
sure everyone has this moments when it’s like you can’t think of anything
except sex and you’d do just about anything to have it.
Finally I just laid back with my head on the pillow, my legs being held up
entirely by Keith as I just collapsed. Keith lifted his head out of my
crotch with a big grin on his face.
“So did I do good teacher?” he asked like a young boy. For a moment I felt a
bit of a jolt. Just how the heck did he know I was a teacher? There are
some things I never put on profiles on adult sites - one of them that I am a
teacher. Too many bad things can happen when people know that. Then I
realized he was just teasing me for giving him so many instructions.
“Not bad for a new student,” I teased him back.
“Did you cum?” he asked.
Like duh? If that wasn't an orgasm than I don't know what was. I nodded and
he seemed to be happy with his accomplishment.
“So NOW can I fuck you?” he sighed, lowering my legs down but remaining
kneeling between them.
I laughed and answered, “Why aren’t you in me already?”
He grinned broadly and reached down to grab me under my ass. Then he lifted
me up and pulled me into his thighs as he remained kneeling. I felt his
stiff dick immediately press against me as he got me in tight up against him.
My arms were outspread to balance myself as he maneuvered his cock until he
literally popped inside of me!
“Damn you’re so much tighter than Camille,” he grunted as he pushed himself
in deeper. I suppose not having pushed a couple of babies through mine gave
me an advantage that no mother could overcome but I accepted the compliment
without saying anything about that.
Keith fucked me for maybe the next twenty to thirty minutes. Without a clock
in the room it could have been twice that long or half as it was impossible
to tell. This time we did it in a number of different positions. This time
when he came in me he was on top in a more traditional missionary position
but I wasn't complaining one bit.
After I’d cum twice more and he had his finale we laid in bed spooning with
me facing the center of the room as he pressed in behind me. We were both
exhausted and sweating but I REALLY felt good.
“I really enjoyed this,” Keith whispered as he reached around me and cupped
my boob in his hand, “God you’re incredible! Your husband is a lucky man.”
It made me feel good to hear him say that. “Just so you know,” I answered,
“I like to think that I’m the lucky one for having a husband who lets me do
this sort of thing.”
Keith chuckled. “Well, speaking for the male population of the world, we’re
all thankful for his generosity.”
Neither of us said anything for the next few minutes but I had a feeling
something was on his mind so I just waited...
“I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of creep or pervert after last night,”
he said haltingly.
“You mean all that stuff about Emily?”
He didn't answer right away but then replied, “Yeah... I suppose that must
have sounded a little pathetic.”
I turned around until I was facing him and said firmly, “You have NOTHING to
be embarrassed about or ashamed of... got that? Actually I’d be far more
concerned if you did NOT fantasize about her that way. It’s only normal for
a man to lust for a young girl, don't you agree?”
“Yeah but the problem is I really want to DO it,” he responded.
“What would Camille say if she knew?”
Keith grunted. “She’d kill me.. but not until she cut off my dick first and
stuffed it down my throat.”
Damn, this was getting pretty intense!
“Seriously, I think she somehow has the idea that our neighbors have sex with
their kids and you should have heard her go on and on about it. You would
have thought they were torturing them instead of... well whatever you want to
call it.”
I reached down and grabbed his dick and gave it a playful tug.
“Well Keith, my advice to you is to masturbate about Emily but other than
that, stick to swapping. You seem to have gotten though this one pretty
well.”
Keith mumbled something and then said, “Guess I’m a little worried about
Camille. I hope everything went well for her with your husband.”
“His name’s Steve,” I reminded him as I gently tugged on his “leash”.
“Sorry, Steve then,” he apologized.
“She hasn’t come rushing back in her so I would take that as a good sign,” I
observed.
Keith turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
“How do you deal with it Kelly?” he asked with a sigh.
“Deal with what?”
“Jealousy, worrying about comparisons, you know... that sort of stuff.”
“Awwwwww... so you’re worried that Camille will start comparing you to other
men,” I observed.
“Well... yeah, he said so low I could barely hear him, “I mean look at me...
my penis is smaller than Steve’s... actually smaller than most men I would
say. I could lose more than a few pounds, my hair on the top of my head is
disappearing and reappearing in all sorts of places elsewhere. I haven’t had
the experience of guys like Steve. What if Camille isn’t happy with me
anymore?”
I reached over and grabbed his dick again. I guess I just enjoy holding
dicks, what can I say?
“If anything I think it makes our marriage even stronger,” I answered him,
“Sure I get laid by guys who are so-called ‘better’ than Steve in some ways
but Steve is my husband and the only man I love and truly care about. It
makes me feel secure to know that he trusts me enough to be with other men
and still want him afterwards. It’s sort of the same for me. I know Steve
has sex with other partners much more erotic than me but when it’s over it’s
me he comes home to. Doesn’t that say something?”
He seemed to be digesting what I’d said so far so I continued saying, “Today
when you go home, you will have the best sex of your marriage, trust me. If
you think of me, so what? You’re going to be making love to your own wife
and that’s what matters.”
Mmmmmmm, his dick was actually getting hard again! I wondered when the last
time he managed so many erections in such a short time.
“So tell me Keith, how does it feel to be with a woman other than your wife?”
Keith couldn't help but look down where I was stroking his dick which was
gradually stiffening again.
“It still all seems a little crazy to be honest. I mean, 24 hours ago I’d
hadn't been with anyone but Camille since we started dating and now...”
I smiled at him and put my head against his chest. “So do you like me
stroking you like this? Does Camille do this to you in the morning?”
Keith grinned at that one. “Actually I have to admit Camille takes pretty
good care of me. I’ve never been one of those guys bitching that my wife
wouldn't blow me after she got the ring. Hell, if anything she’s more into
oral sex now than she ever has been.”
I tried to suppress a giggle. Odds were his wife’s increased “interest” in
oral sex was more lie compensation for his lessening abilities as they got
older. Still, I was impressed. It wasn't often that a man in his position
admitted that his wife was good in bed, especially when it came to oral sex.
“Don't get me wrong though,” he chuckled, “You give the best head of any girl
I’ve ever known. Damn, I’d let you suck me as long as you wanted.”
Sounded like an invitation to me! I moved down to his hairy crotch which now
smelled deeply of sex and sweat. Keith groaned as my mouth engulfed his
rowing erection.
Just then the door opened between our rooms and Camille popped her head in.
“You guys decent?” she called out.
Both Keith and I laughed but I answered saying, “No, there hasn’t been
anything decent in this room all night!”
That seemed to get everyone chuckling and in she walked with my husband right
behind her. It was sort of funny in that she was wearing a bathrobe but
Steve was naked of course. Camille turned on the lamp and saw her husband
laying on his back with my mouth surrounding his now stiff dick.
“Oh, I thought you’d be done by now,” she said shyly.
Keith didn't seem to know what to say so I dropped his dick from my mouth,
smiled and answered for us both. “Nahhhhh, I just enjoy holding his dick.
Trust me, it’s had quite a workout.”
I could have sworn Camille blushed but it was too dim to tell for sure.
“Well, his wasn't the only one,” Steve said as he opened his mouth for the
first time since entering.
“Oh Steve, you naughty boy,” Camille teased him - or at least I assumed she
was teasing. Then again I remembered Keith’s proud statements about his
wife’s cock sucking abilities.
“So what do you guys think... breakfast in the restaurant or breakfast in
bed?” Steve proposed.
Keith started asking something about room service menus but his wife had my
husband figured out better than that.
“He wasn't talking about eating FOOD in bed, Keith,” she said sarcastically.
Poor Keith, now it was his turn to look embarrassed so I decided to help
things along.
“You know, for your first swap this has been pretty intense. I don't know
about the rest of you but I’m starved... for eggs and bacon that is.”
With two rooms we have two bathrooms and we ended up as couples again when it
came time to split up between them. It’s not like we debated it or even
discussed it, it just happened.
As I showered Steve was peppering me with questions about the night. It was
like he wanted to know every detail. Well, he was going to have to wait
until we got back home to hear all that as we made love in our own bed.
As I had told Keith, one of the great things about swapping was the
incredible sex after returning back home. I had the idea that today was
going to be an even more special event!
THE END