Subject: My BFF Is Engaged
Story Codes: MF FF oral group
Diary Date: March 24, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Beth and I have been best friends since before I can remember. Over the
years we've shared everything so why not share husbands?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - What Goes Around, Cums Around
Chapter 2 - Marriage Vows and Swapping
Chapter 3 - Beth and I Put On a Show
Chapter 4 - Swapping Partners
Chapter 1 - What Goes Around, Cums Around
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It seems like friends come and go despite everything. Someone you think
is your closest friend and confidante suddenly turns on you leaving you
wondering what the heck happened. Sometimes they just move and even
though you both swear you'll stay in touch - you don't. Sometimes I
think cliques and groups shift and change with the lunar cycle - or at
least some other seemingly totally obscure event. Then there's the old
issue of what happens when you have sex with a friend - can you stay
friends? From my experience the answer is no, at least not close
friends.
Then you have that special person who is a true friend. Time and
distance can't ruin your relationship although everything changes with
time. Arguments are smoothed over before they erupt out of control.
Jealousy over boyfriends somehow seem to work out. Even the occasional
sex doesn't screw things up.
For me, such a person is Beth. In my dictionary under BFF her picture
appears in a gold frame. Although in many ways we are different, somehow
we have always been close to each other. Sure I was jealous of her boobs
and the attention she got early on when my own were taking their sweet
time to make an appearance but it was more frustrating for me than
anything I took personal. Our personalities are at opposite ends of the
spectrum not to mention our looks and views.
When I come right down to it, there's actually little that we agree on.
Politically she is much more liberal than I am. I am extremely religious
whereas I doubt Beth would ever darken the entrance to a church on her
own. I was the straight A student while Beth struggled just to pass.
Beth had a younger brother while I was an only child. My parents are
financially much better off than hers although she was not poor by any
stretch of the imagination. As I mentioned, she has the huge boobs and a
bit heavier frame than me (not fat, just a few extra pounds) while I was
always the flat-chested wonder in grade school and thin. I went to
college to earn a degree whereas Beth learned to do hair and nails and
works in a salon.
Those are the things that most people would say if you were to ask them
to compare the two of us. What most people don't see are the differences
behind closed doors, are at least not so much in the public eye.
Although Beth matured faster than me, I was the first to have sex. Over
the years my preferences have been to stick with 1-1 sex but Beth has
always been more the party girl, seeking out multiple partners and group
events more so than dating guys and dealing with them individually. Thus
while I went out a lot more than she did, she probably has had more guys
than me simply because so many do her at one time. She has invited me to
her parties and I have accepted a few times over the years but I have
never been into them nearly as much as her.
Another sexual difference involves incest. I came from a family with an
incest tradition, at least on my mother's side, which I have continued
starting back when I was sixteen. On the other hand, Beth has never had
anything to do with anyone in her own family and has no desire to change
that status. Interestingly, we have both had sex with the other's dad
but the circumstances were radically different. My dad wanted to do it
with her whereas I had to seduce her father. It's not like we've done it
all that much - I did her dad only once while my dad has done her only
twice. Actually it was the second time when she first learned about me
and my dad.
Speaking of sexual preferences, I probably am more bi than Beth. That's
not really saying much since I don't do it with girls outside my family
hardly ever but Beth tends to stick with men even more than me. As close
as we are, the two of us didn't even do each other until late in our
teens!
Perhaps the other major area where we diverge sexually has to do with the
age of our partners. Generally I prefer older men, married if possible.
There's something about the way they treat me and the rush I get when a
man cheats on his wife for the first time with me that's irresistible.
Beth has always looked for guys more her own age, maybe plus or minus a
few years. Nothing extreme either way for her.
Which raises yet another difference - she is steadfastly against sex with
anyone underage. Personally I agree with her and if I was in her shoes I
would follow the same path. However, I have obligations and
circumstances that she doesn't in that I have to sexually submit to my
father and husband, both of whom are card-carrying pedophiles and
occasionally insist that I participate with them. I've jokingly warned
Beth that someday she will be married and so she had better make sure she
knows all her fiance's quirks and addictions as she'll have to live with
them for the rest of her life.
Well guess what? My BFF just announced she was engaged! The wedding
won't be until next spring but at least she has the ring.
Chapter 2 - Marriage Vows and Swapping
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One of the things Beth and I have talked a lot about over the years is
how our lives will changes after we get married, or even engaged for that
part. That brings up a good point... are you obligated to the same
restrictions and commitments when you're engaged as those you'll have
when you're eventually married?
This was one area where we both agreed - no! Until the final band goes
on, all the rest is just a shiny rock and a promise. Until you say "I
do" then it's more something between you and your fiance than anything
biblical, ethical, or moral. For instance, while after we got engaged
Steve and I tended to include each other more in our sexual activities,
it wasn't like we never went off and did anything on our own or put
something off until the other could be informed or made an offer to join.
Personally I think it's only natural that if two people love each other
enough to be engaged that they should just instinctively WANT to be
together.
Another thing we use to debate a lot was the issue of cheating and
adultery. Given Beth's leaning towards group events she naturally
expected that she and her husband would be swingers. Until I was engaged
to Steve, I took up a rather contrary position based on the teachings of
my mother. As such I opposed any sex outside of marriage regardless of
whether it was consensual or even encouraged by your spouse. One
difference for me compared to Beth was that for me, "outside of marriage"
did not include incestual sex leaving me a much wider playing field after
marriage than Beth would face given there was no incest in her family.
Of course all that went out the window after Steve proposed to me and
made it clear that he had every expectation that we would include other
couples in our sex lives - outside of marriage. For the most part that
meant other married couples in 1-1 swaps but like my dad, Steve has an
addiction to porn and underage sex so again like me dad, he had
expectation that I would join him now and then even though he knew it
wasn't something I wanted to be involved with.
Given Beth was just engaged, all this didn't really matter to her anyway
as technically she and her fiance could have any partner they wished for
the time being. The only good thing was that me and my husband could
join in, something I had not expected to be able to do back when we were
teens dreaming about our futures.
When Beth first announced her engagement, it came as a bit of a surprise
to me because I hadn't realized she was even that serious with any one
guy. She rarely single-dated and I say rarely only because I don't want
to say never in case she did without telling me. It was simple, if you
wanted to be with Beth, arrange a party or go to one of hers. I knew she
had a few "favorites" at these parties but not that she was THAT
interested in any single one of them to where they would propose to her.
When Beth told me who her fiance was, I didn't recognize the name. He
went by the name of Max which was short for something MUCH longer but
unpronounceable so everyone just called him Max. Even when she showed me
a few photos of him I didn't recognize him.
"Are you SURE you don't recognize him?" she asked me for the umpteenth
time.
I shook my head and so she dug into her purse and pulled out another one
of him. It was readily obvious why she wasn't keeping THAT photo in with
the rest - he was nude with a monstrous erection!
"NOW?" she giggled, "I thought you never forgot a dick?"
She was poking fun at me because ONE time back who knows when I had
bragged that I could remember very dick I'd ever fucked and sucked. Of
course I was just showing off because there was no way that was possible,
not with the number that I'd had over the years. Still, she never forgot
and every now and then pulled out the old chestnut to taunt me.
"Honest Beth, doesn't ring any bells?" I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
"Well, HE remembers YOU!" she teased me.
I took the photo from her hand and looked at it closely. Nope, she must
have confused us somewhere along the line which was hardly surprising
considering how many guys she'd messed with over the years.
"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly," she fussed, shaking her head at me, "He fucked you
right in front of me for crying out loud!"
This time I REALLY looked at him, paying particular attention to his
dick. If he really had fucked me, then I should at least remember his
dick!
Nope, no memory whatsoever. I handed it back to her, shaking my head.
"Hey, it's not like I wouldn't mind him fucking me, I just don't remember
him is all."
"Well if you really WOULD like him to do you, then why not this weekend?"
At first I wasn't sure what she meant. A threesome? Foursome? Just me
and him? Beth knew me well enough to know what I was worrying about.
"Hey, you don't think I'm going to hand over my fiance to your hungry
pussy without getting your hunky husband in return, do you?"
Actually it surprised me a little as Beth could have my husband any time
she wanted and she knew it. At the same time, I think in all the time
Steve and I had been married she had only been with Steve once, at least
that I knew of, and that was only because I was busy with something at
school that weekend.
"So what is it you're proposing?" I asked her, getting more curious by
the moment.
Beth shrugged and I got the idea this had been somewhat of a spur of the
moment on her part, not really thought through.
"I don't know? Maybe just dinner and then see where things go from
there. What do you say?"
Like I was going to protest? I really did want to meet this mystery guy
who could suddenly propose to my BFF without me having a clue as to his
existence until then. Not only that, I was curious to see this guy who
claimed to have fucked me but I didn't have a clue who he was!
Chapter 3 - Beth and I Put On a Show
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It wasn't hard to talk Steve into meeting with Beth and Max. In fact, I
didn't even get to the part where she wanted us to meet before he was
already on board.
"Sounds like a great guy... so when do we get to get together with them?"
he cut in right in the middle of me explaining to him about Beth's
engagement. "And I don't mean just dinner if you get my drift."
Yeah, that's my husband, subtle as always. Then again, he knew about my
special relationship with Beth, not to mention the parties he'd heard
about. Steve and I had never gone to one of them together because one of
the rules was "no couples". The idea was that people were supposed to go
there without any entanglements so married and engaged couples were
strictly forbidden and even serious boyfriend/girlfriend couples were
discouraged. It made me wonder how Beth had managed to carry on with Max
without it becoming an issue but obviously they had worked things out.
I finally got a chance to explain to Steve about what bath and I had
planned, as thin as it was, but he wasn't thrilled by the concept in
general.
"Why bother with the restaurant crap? We're not teenagers anymore. Just
invite them over and we can order out and get right to it without wasting
a lot of time posturing."
I knew that Steve had done quite a bit with Beth when he first returned
to Pittsburgh, most of it before we reunited. He never spoke much about
it, preferring to focus on the fact that it was Beth that helped him find
me again. Still, there were those times when they would exchange glances
or even a nod and a wink that made me wonder just what had gone on back
then. No doubt it involved groups and parties as it would have been
totally out of character for Beth to date anyone.
The fact that they both avoided talking about their past doings made it
even more curious for me. It's not like either of them normally was
afraid to brag about their past exploits. Whatever it was pretty much
disappeared once Steve started dating me but I wasn't sure which of them
drove that decision.
Afterwards I called Beth and explained to her how Steve had reacted. She
took it all in stride which did nothing for me in terms of trying to
decipher things. It didn't surprise me but then again it did. Things
can get sure complicated when your best friend was a past sexual partner
with your husband.
The next Saturday night we arranged for Beth and Max to some by our
apartment. Normally I preferred not to entertain at home as our place
was pretty small and not exactly what you would call extravagant. A
motel room would have been my first choice for something like this but
that seemed rather cold in terms of meeting with my best friend.
Another reason I would have preferred another venue was that it meant I
had to clean house. Ugh! Not that my home is typically a wreck but then
that's a relative condition. Little things like dishes and dusting were
best handled via procrastination if I had a choice. We certainly didn't
qualify for an episode of "Hoarding" but that didn't mean it wasn't on
the long-range scanners.
Fortunately I'd been given a few days warning so I managed to get the
place in pretty good shape. Some air freshener and carpet cleaner helped
as well. If you can't clean it up, cover it up, right? It doesn't help
we can't exactly afford the greatest apartment complex either and I
refuse to let my dad pay for it. I even cleaned the bathroom - my most
hated chore! Sorry to bring up an old cliche but why can't men aim? I
can see when they're horny and cumming and can't hit my tongue if their
life depended on it but a stationary toilet seat? Really?
We decided to just keep it simple and ordered out pizza and bread sticks.
Beth volunteered to bring the wine and beer while I, as usual, was left
to supply my own Diet Coke. My only stipulation was no hot peppers or
anything too spicy. You can wash your hands and face all night long and
it still stings when they're touching you in the more sensitive areas!
Beth showed up right on time as always. Funny how some people can always
be on time when other, my cousin a notable exception, can never stick to
a schedule. Long ago I learned to tell Kristen to show up at least a
half
hour earlier than necessary just so she wouldn't be TOO late. Max was
right behind as Steve opened the door and welcomed them in.
Beth wasted no time planting a hello kiss on Steve, wrapping her arms
around his neck in a big hug as she smashed her large breasts against his
chest. It wasn't like there was much in between either as she was
wearing a low-cut blouse that was fitted to her shape like a glove,
leaving no questions that she hadn't bothered with a bra either. A short
denim skirt was already riding up her ass which Steve quickly checked
out, planting one hand on each bare cheek. I thought I could see a hint
of a thong but there wasn't much material in back, that was for sure.
Once Beth released him, she introduced the guys who just shook hands and
eyed each other up. Each of them was in jeans with Steve in a short-
sleeved short and Max in a Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt from San Diego. Steve
quickly noted the location and commented that he'd lived in the San Diego
area for almost ten years and had been to that very place but Max
confessed he'd never been there, it was just a gift from somebody.
Beth pulled Max by the hand over to the bar stool where I was seated with
the toe of one foot on the floor and my other foot resting on the rail in
the middle of the stool. I had chosen a pair of SHORT denim shorts with
the bottoms rolled up to make them tight around my thighs to expose as
much leg as possible. I'd chosen a tight salmon tank top which felt like
Saran Wrap around me that was cut deep into my cleavage and exposed more
midriff than would normally be considered "presentable". A pair of plain
black heels with a simple ankle strap were good to start things out with
but could be slipped off without having to untie a Gordian Knot.
"Kelly, this is Max, my fiance," Beth said as a formal introduction.
Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "NOW do you remember?"
Honestly I didn't but then I hadn't expected anything different. One of
the reasons I avoided Beth's parties for the most part was for this very
reason - the impersonal nature. Like this very situation... what does it
mean when somebody fucks you and later you don't even remember what they
looked like, let alone their name or anything personal. Odds were I
never DID know his name if that party had been anything like the others.
Usually somebody just came up to you and you went to it without much in
the way of introductions or foreplay. One day when I was bored driving I
tried to guess how many guys I'd been fucked by at her parties and just
gave up as I couldn't hardly remember even where we did it, let alone how
many.
Well, I may not have remembered HIM but he certainly seemed to remember
ME.
"Ah yes... your best friend Kelly," he said smiling at Beth and then at
me, "A woman of MANY talents I must say."
I almost groaned. This was her fiance? For whatever reason my first
impression was horrible, like he was trying way too hard to be
sophisticated and suave. 'Just be honest with me' I wanted to say to
him. Tell me I'm a good fuck or whatever but don't play coy.
Just then the doorbell rang and Steve grabbed his wallet and answered the
door. The pizza guy was there and he quickly paid him and brought the
food inside to the counter where I was still seated on one of the bar
stools.
The guys, being guys, literally attacked and quickly were chowing down.
Beth took a seat next to me and we both contemplated the food and decided
to have a drink first. She'd brought a cork puller with and opened the
bottle of wine she'd brought with while I topped off the glass of Diet
Coke I'd been drinking before they had arrived.
"Pigs!" she teased the guys as they just grinned and grabbed a second
piece while we hadn't even yet had out first.
Beth opened the bag with the bread sticks and held one up. It was long
and warm and I think we both thought the same thing at the same time as
we looked at each other and started to giggle.
Beth took her bread stick and holding it by the end, proceeded to do a
pretty good simulation of sucking a dick, slowly pushing it into her
mouth and then closing her lips around it as she brought it slowly back
out into sight. By the time she'd finished the second cycle she had the
attention of the guys.
"If you really want it then I've got something better than that
breadstick," my own husband said in a naughty tone of voice.
I looked at Beth and winked and she got the idea. Taking the stick from
her mouth, she directed it towards mine and did the same routine again,
only this time using my mouth and lips instead of hers.
"Same offer applies from me Kelly," Max chimed in.
I looked over at him and grinned as best I could with a mouth full of
warm bread. It was a tempting offer but I wasn't going to make it THAT
easy for him, at least not yet.
Beth's eyes met mine again and another silent signal passed between us.
When you know someone as well as Beth and I knew each other, words aren't
necessary for such things. She put the breadstick to the side and leaned
over, putting her hand on my bared thigh for support as our lips met and
we kissed slowly and passionately.
"Oh yeah... now THAT's what I'm talking about!" Max crowed, clapping his
hands once for emphasis.
Steve just kept quiet, showing that he understood me well enough to know
that if he just watched and kept still that I'd give him the show they
wanted.
My left hand moved up to Beth's boobs and I pressed my palm flat against
her right boob as our kiss intensified, then squeezing down on it with my
fingers. Her chest lifted in response, making it easier for me to caress
her covered breast. I couldn't help but briefly feel a moment of
jealousy at how large yet firm her breast was. As for mine, I was pretty
proud of how perky and high they were but when I cupped my own in my
hands they didn't have anywhere near the heft and weight of Beth's. Then
again I could easily get away without a bra in most outfits whereas she
had bemoaned to me more than once how her back hurt when she didn't have
on a good supported bra.
Moving my hand lower, I reached under her blouse and moved my hand back
up to her breast and felt its smooth warmth in my palm and fingers. The
guys couldn't see my hand now but they had to see the impression it was
making against the tight blouse, sort of like when I play with myself
under a pair of panties to tease a guy.
Meanwhile Beth wasn't just sitting there doing nothing. While I was
toying with her impressive boobs she had put her own hand down between my
legs, clutching my inner thigh and using her grip to pull my leg up
against hers and then over it. This had what had to be the desired
effect of spreading my legs apart, drawing my shorts in tight against my
pussy. The crotch material was so thin that had I not been shaven it
would have also have caused my pubic hair to be exposed.
I couldn't help but sigh softly as my best friend's fingers kneaded my
inner thigh and then she sent shivers up and down my spine as she dragged
the backsides of her nails up and down my thigh from my knee to my
crotch. God, talk about being sensitive!
I could tell from the hardening of Beth's nipples that she was really
getting turned on. I pinched one of them just hard enough to make her
gasp and then rolled it between my fingers.
"God I love it when you play with my nipples like that," she sighed into
my mouth as our lips parted briefly.
As if to show her appreciation, she then moved her hand up into my
crotch, pressing the side of her fingers into me and then pushing the
tight denim into my pussy. My clit took the brunt of her actions,
sending more shivers down my spine as out tongues toyed with each
other's.
For just a brief moment I glanced over to our male companions. They were
each seated on one of the kitchen chairs. Steve was leaning back with
one elbow on the table top while Max was leaning forward with his elbows
on his knees. Both of them were staring at us like some sort of freak
show, mouths hanging open slightly although I doubt either of them
realized it.
Beth put both hands down now, working on the button at the top of my
shorts. She expertly undid it and then tried to pull down the zipper but
it was pulled so tight that I had to scoot down on the chair a little and
bend backwards so she could get it undone all the way down. I lifted
myself up on my elbows on the arms of the barstool chair, allowing her to
slip my shorts down over my butt and then down my legs to my ankles where
I kicked them off in the general direction of my husband, leaving me
bare-ass on the chair.
If someone were to compare Beth and me, I'd like to think I have the
better ass while she outdoes me in the chest department. Not that her
butt isn't good but as I mentioned before, a few pounds on the heavy side
maybe. Of course, some guys loved the extra beef in her ass but for most
men, I think my tight ass is the best. Thus I felt it was appropriate
that if one of us was to be bottomless, at least for the moment, that it
should be me.
Using the same logic, that meant Beth should the one who was topless and
I think she had the same understanding as me because when I went to grab
her blouse she Shifted her weight to make it easier for me to pull it up
and over her head. Immediately I noticed the guys shifting their
attention to the large breasts suddenly on display and I have to admit,
even I took a pause for a few seconds to admire them, once again wishing
MINE looked like hers.
Leaning down, I licked all around Beth's nipple, going from one breast to
the other and then back again. Meanwhile, she was reaching for my
crotch, pressing one finger into my pussy already without much
hesitation. I was already so wet from being so horny that it easily slid
up into me.
"Oh yeah, fuck me Beth," I whispered hoarsely as my hot breath played
over her boob. I almost bit her nipple too hard when she surprised me by
suddenly shoving a second finger up into me. Her thumb then played over
my clit, making me sigh with pleasure.
I really wasn't sure what to do next as it wasn't like we had planned
this out ahead of time. Actually this was the first time we'd ever done
something like this. At parties when we would tease the guys it was
usually one end of the spectrum or the either. I mean we either just
kissed or got naked and went down and dirty fast. The few times we'd had
sex privately it was usually laying together in bed and by then we were
usually naked and horny which was why we did it in the first place. To
be half-dressed and toying with each like this in front of somebody just
wasn't one of those things best friends like us did.
As usual, Beth was the aggressor and took control. Gently pressing my
head away from her chest, she withdrew her fingers from my pussy and then
made quite the show out of licking them and enjoying the flavoring of my
pussy. I watched, wondering what she had up her sleeve (but then she was
topless sop she didn't have any sleeves... no matter.)
Beth looked over at the guys and I think she even winked at them as she
dropped to her knees in between my legs. Putting her hands on the
insides of my bare knees, she pushed my legs wide apart and then .licked
her lips as she gazed at my wet exposed pussy.
"Fuck I love your pussy," she almost groaned as she sat on the backs of
her heels for a moment and gazed between my legs. Then she looked up and
our eyes met and I knew she was ready for more.
Pushing her hands from my knees down to my crotch without losing touch of
my thighs, she outlined my pussy within a circle formed of her thumbs and
forefingers, almost like a movie director visualizing his next camera
placement and shot. Then without a word she leaned forward and I could
feel her breath on my wetted pussy lips, followed close behind by the
light touch of her tongue.
"Oh yeah... like that!" I sighed as she worked her tongue from my pussy
hole to my clit, wiggling it like a fresh worm on a hook.
"You taste so good," she mumbled as she licked me like a kitten at a
fresh bowl of warm milk.
I leaned back into the chair, resting my arms on the arm-rests. My hands
clenching the ends so tightly my knuckles whitened as I closed my eyes
and focused on nothing but the incredible sensations being created
between my legs by Beth's talented tongue. While I consider myself
bisexual, that comes with the caveat that I prefer men whereas Beth was
always more into girls than me. While nobody could beat my mom when it
came to licking my pussy, Beth as a close second!
As Beth sucked on my clit, she worked her arms under my legs, lifting
them up and over her shoulders as she pushed her hands up under my ass to
pull me into her face almost like she was eating a large watermelon. To
carry the analogy to the extreme, as good as Beth was doing me I was
probably just as wet or more than a freshly cut watermelon! I'd like to
think I tasted better too. Nothing against watermelon but I LOVE the
taste of a horny pussy, especially mine.
Almost as if she was reading my mind, Beth slipped my legs off her
shoulders and pushed herself up to her feet and then leaned over me, her
long hair draped over my face as she lowered herself down to kiss me.
Mmmmmmm, yes indeed, I DID taste so good on her mouth. As much as I
loved to reach down, wet my fingers and then put them in my mouth, it was
always better to smell and taste myself on someone's face or a guy's
dick.
It was just for a moment though, as if she just wanted me to enjoy the
moment as she bent her knees this time let my legs drop to the floor as
she used my upper thighs to support her arms as her face returned to my
crotch. This time it was like she was being more serious and not just
doing it for show. Her nose pressed in against my clit as her tongue
reached into my pussy as deep as she could reach.
I tried to imagine how we must look at that moment to the guys... me with
nothing on from the middle of my torso down except my heels; Beth with
nothing on above the waist, her face pressed in tight against another
girl's pussy as her incredible breast hung free. The only thing missing
was having them stroking themselves!
Oh GOD she was making me feel so damn good! I have to admit, when it
comes to me having sex, receiving oral sex is probably the one thing I
get the least of as generally it's focused on what I can do for the guy,
especially sucking his cock after which usually it jumps to fucking me.
It was moments like this when I realized how much I LOVED to have my
pussy licked and sucked, especially by another girl.
When my orgasm hit it was almost like an afterthought as it was like I
was already feeling incredibly good. The extra jolt was extra good this
time as I was practically gushing into her mouth. She didn't back off
even for an instant as her face was covered with pussy cum as I groaned
and moaned uncontrollably. Oh yeah, now THIS was an orgasm!
Beth was relentless as she pushed two fingers into me just as I thought
it couldn't get any better.
"Oh my GOD!" I heard myself saying, crying out my most hated cliche
despite myself as I couldn't control myself. I could feel the tears
rolling down my cheeks as I lifted my hips and thrust them forward into
Beth, almost like I was trying to fuck her face. Indeed, what I needed
now more than anything was to be fucked... and fucked HARD!!!
"Fuck me! Oh God please fuck me!" I cried out as I opened my eyes and
pleaded with the two guys that each had the one thing I wanted now more
than anything else... a good hard dick.
Chapter 4 - Swapping Partners
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Somehow or another I just assumed my husband would stand up and do me. I
mean like Steve IS my husband and isn't that the sort of thing you expect
your spouse to step up and do when you need it so badly? Instead it was
Max that rose to the occasion (quite literally judging from what was
sticking out of his jeans). Steve didn't even so much as lean forward so
I had to think that somehow along the line the two of them had
collaborated somehow about this eventuality. Actually at the moment I
didn't give a damn which one fucked me, just so long as one of them
did... and did it NOW.
Beth stood up and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand and
grinned at me and then turned to my husband with an even wider grin. She
cupped each boob with one hand and jiggled them for him which caused
Steve to sit up and take notice. Although he was too kind to admit it to
me usually, Steve was a boob man and I knew he always had an eye on
Beth's rack whenever she was around, especially if she was wearing a
bikini or tight top.
Beth took a seat on Steve's lap and he put one arm around her and the
other hand went straight for her nearest breast. They both watched Max
as he approached me like a lion stalking its prey.
As for me, I hadn't moved hardly an inch since Beth had left me with my
pussy pulsing like mad after having just cum so hard. My legs were
stretched out wide, almost obscenely so, with my soaking wet pussy in
full view of everyone.
Max had pulled out his cock from his jeans such that it was sticking out
from between the zipper like a large worm from its hole. He was fully
erect and ready for action! I almost drooled as I lusted for his dick
and what it was about to do to me. God I wanted to be fucked so bad I
wanted to scream for him to hurry up and ram it in me.
Stepping between my legs, the first thing max did was reach down and
strip off my tank top, leaving me naked except for my heels and a gold
ankle chain that had been a birthday gift recently from my dad. Of
course I still had on my wedding rings - those NEVER came off. Otherwise
I was as bare as the day I was born and horny as a teenager in heat.
Max pulled off his Hard Rock T-shirt and I admired his chest and flat
stomach. Damn, this guy was built! Knowing Beth and her rather shallow
taste in men it shouldn't have surprised me but still, she had landed a
hot one for sure! Next he undid his belt and unceremoniously dropped his
jeans to his ankles. He still had on his shoes so he just left them on
and shuffled the remaining foot to so until his dick was aimed directly
for where I wanted it so badly - my pussy. Reaching down for his cock, I
tugged him in towards me, trying to literally pull him into my pussy.
"Just fuck me for God's sake," I pleaded with him, "Quit teasing me!"
Just as I thought he was about to do just that, Max turned around and
looked at Beth, almost like he needed her permission. If there was one
thing I knew had to be true when it came to Beth, any guy she fucked
would have fucked LOTS of girls before so it wasn't like there were
exclusive or anything. She hadn't said they weren't but I just couldn't
imagine Beth EVER limiting herself to one guy, no matter how many rings
she wore.
Then I realized it wasn't ME he was teasing, it was BETH. It was like
she couldn't wait to see her fiance do me and he was toying with her now,
acting like he was about to do me and then holding back at the last
second. Well... enough of THAT crap!
"Will you quit whatever it is you two are doing and pay attention and
fuck me god damn it!"
OK, so I swore, get over it. I was actually starting to get a little
pissed off now. Like, here I was practically begging this guy to screw
me and all he could think about was teasing his fiance. Best friend or
no best friend, it was MY pussy his dick was barely touching, not hers.
I was about to say something when suddenly and without any warning he
lunged forward and drive his dick completely into me, like ALL the way in
until he pushed the base of his dick into my crotch. The only thing
separating us was whatever pubic hair of his that was trapped in between.
I instinctively clamped down on his dick, the breath escaping from me as
I gasped from the impact of his dick. Damn, it was like one second my
pussy was dying for it and the next I was feeling stuffed up to my throat
with cock!
"Fuck!" I cried out, more out of surprise than pleasure. Again I swore
which was totally against my nature but who could have blamed me as max
began pumping his cock vigorously in and out of me as best he could with
my pussy trying to do its best imitation of a vise around his dick.
"Oh yeah, that's better!" I gasped as the shock wore off to be replaced
by the incredible sensations his erect dick was creating inside of me.
He grabbed me by the hips and thrust himself in and out of me, over and
over again and then suddenly he pushed extra hard and then just held
himself with his cock buried inside of me.
"So is this what you wanted you fuckin' slut?" Max taunted me, "I bet you
like my cock in you better than her tongue any day... am I right."
Was he right? Oh god he was SOOOOO right. Sure I loved what Beth had
done to me with her tongue, more than almost anyone else could but she
didn't have a dick and nothing felt better in my pussy than a hard hot
dick. From the first time Steve had fucked me almost thirteen years ago
I could never get enough of this, never get enough dick in me. It was
like I could live with a dick in me if I could. Then again, there WAS
that one time I went 24 hours with a dick in me. Actually several guys
traded back and forth but the end result was almost a continuous 24 hours
of having a cock in me. The results were mixed. Let's just say too much
if Anything can be too much.
But for now I was a long ways from worrying about having him in me too
long, Indeed, so far as I was concerned it was just getting started. If
anything though, it DID give me an idea... Could I go all evening with
one in me? A few hours wasn't asking for too much, was it?
At the moment it didn't matter because just as my mind was clearing as
max caught his breath, once again he took up fucking me without any
warning, just ramming his dick in me hard time after time. God it felt
so damn good!
"You know, you're even better than the last time I fucked you."
That one caught my attention! We really hadn't said much about that so
far so I wasn't sure how to respond. Did I tell him I didn't remember or
just pretend and go along with it?
"Don't worry, Beth told me you didn't remember," he went on, "Trust me...
you're going to remember me THIS time!"
Meanwhile Beth had enough of being the voyeur and had turned her
attention more to Steve. She also had stripped off her remaining clothes
and helped Steve out of his - at least he took off his shoes! She was
straddling him on the chair, humping his hard cock while he buried his
face in the middle of her boobs as she pushed them from the sides around
his face. I knew he had to be in seventh heaven!
"Let's move next to them," Max said without pulling out of me.
Instead he grabbed me by the ass and lifted me up as I wrapped my legs
around his tight ass and locked my ankles. I was mounted on his cock, my
weight causing me to sink down until he was deeper in me than he been
yet, his cock pressing up hard against my pussy as it literally was
holding me up with the assistance of his hands under me. God, if he
slipped and dropped me I might just snap it off!
Max sat me down on the kitchen table right next to the chair where his
fiance was still riding my husband's cock. I almost laughed as could
barely even see Steve's face with Beth's breasts around him. Then he
pulled his head back, gasping for breath as he looked at me and gave me
the biggest smile.
That was when I decided to make my announcement. It seemed like the
right time before Max started humping me again and Beth was taking a seat
on Steve's lap with his dick disappearing into her neatly trimmed pussy.
"I love having a dick in me," I started out but Steve interrupted...
"Yeah, like none of us here knew THAT!"
I reached over and playfully smacked him on the back of the head before
continuing.
"Shut up husband or I might just get use to this nice big cock that's in
me right now."
Max laughed at that but Beth pretended to be indignant.
"Hey, that's MY cock you're talking about sister... you can borrow it but
don't get TOO use to it." She stopped as if she was finished but then
got this sly look on her face and continued, "Then again, THIS one is
filling me up pretty good right now as well."
Max laughed again so I tightened my legs and pulled me into me.
"Quit laughing buster and fuck me!"
"You heard the slut, fuck her!" Beth encouraged her fiance. Then she
started humping on Steve again which caused her boobs to bounce against
his face leading him to grip them and start sucking on her nipples.
Yeah, he was a boob man through and through.
With all the interruptions I hadn't gotten to what I'd intended but then
I didn't want Max to stop either so I just somehow managed to say,
"Whatever you do to her is fine Steve but save some for me... I want a
dick in me ALL night so if you want any of it to be yours then keep that
in mind."
"Hey, what about ME?" Beth came back in mock protest.
I smiled sweetly and then came back with, "Tell you what best friend...
If your man can satisfy me tonight then I'll let my man fuck your ass.
Deal?"
"Whoa!" Steve burst out with a HUGE grin on his face this time, "You
serious?"
He was only asking because he knew how I felt about anal sex. Not only
did I now like it myself, but I didn't want any part of any dick after it
was in someone's asshole, at least not until it had been scrubbed and
disinfected. So basically by saying he could fuck Beth in the ass -
something I knew SHE loved, then I was saying he would be fucking her
last tonight and not me. That sort of went against our agreement on
swapping in that we always said it never mattered what we did with the
other person so long as we finished the night together.
Beth was also well aware of my hang-ups but she didn't say anything,
almost like she was afraid if she DID say anything I might rethink it and
change my mind. I don't know if Steve had ever done anal with her before
we reunited, but I was pretty sure he never had since then. Fortunately
for me my aunt and cousin also loved anal so it wasn't like my refusal
prevented him from getting what he wanted. He just had to remember that
there were consequences when he returned home to me!
"Will you quit running your mouth and just let me fuck you now?" Max
whined. I nodded and for the next few minutes concentrated on his dick
in me - not exactly a hard thing to do although it WAS a hard thing in
me. He toyed with my clit while I played with my boobs as he established
a smooth rhythm of thrusts.
"Over," was all he said but I knew what he wanted. I unlocked my ankles
and dropped my legs as he pulled out of me and helped me off the table.
I twisted around, wiggling my bare butt at him as I leaned over the table
and spread my legs for him. With my heels still on it helped to tighten
my butt and he must have had a great view of my freshly fucked pussy.
"Nice ass," he complimented me as he rubbed his dick up and down my ass
crack.
As he held his firm dick he passed over my asshole a few times which
caused me a moment of tension as I was afraid he might try something but
he never did, thankfully. Instead he was soon back in me, thrusting
again as I pushed my arms out straight in front of me and let my boob
press against the table top as he did me.
Beth lifted herself off of Steve and stood up in her heels as well.
Steve got out of the chair and pushed it to the side so Beth could take
up position next to me. She got so close she was rubbing up against me
and I loved the feel or her warm smooth skin against mine as she leaned
over next to me and presented her pussy to Steve.
"Never thought we would be doing this as married couples, did you?" she
teased me. Well technically she wasn't married yet but the point was
made. Indeed, for years we had fucked like this at parties with guys
behind us that I'd never met before. Who could have ever told me back
then that someday it would be my husband and her fiance fucking us on top
of a kitchen table in our own apartment? Not to mention it was my
husband doing her and her fiance fucking me!
After a while Beth looked at me and grinned. "Ready to switch?"
I nodded and the guys must have been watching and listening as in unison
they pulled out and within seconds I felt a dick in me but this time it
was my husband's. Honestly, at this point with my pussy so well fucked
and swollen I wasn't able to tell the difference but I never would have
said that to Steve. There comes a time when a dick is a dick. What
makes it special is KNOWING whose dick it is. For instance, if I felt a
third dick in me now and nobody told me who it belonged to, it would just
be another dick fucking me. But tell me it's my dad and that puts a
whole different perspective on things.
This went on for the next hour or so as we traded back and forth, finding
different positions and locations. We fucked in the kitchen, the
bedroom, the living room and even the bathroom. It seemed we didn't
stick with one partner more than five or ten minutes before trading.
Along the way each of the guys had cum twice. Somehow I'd been the lucky
recipient of three of them but that was just a matter of fortuitous
timing than anything else although I don't think Beth was seeing it that
way. Oh well, it's not like she hadn't gotten more than her fair share
on other nights we'd shared partners.
I wasn't sure about Max but for Steve to have cum twice and STILL be hard
was becoming a rather rare event. Sure he was only 29 but that's a long
ways from sixteen when he first started fucking me and it seemed he could
stay hard all night... and then some. We'd been going at it a couple of
hours now and I'd cum several times and I was sure the same was true for
Beth. It was probably getting time to call it a night before we pushed
our luck too far.
Steve had been fucking me on the bathroom sink while Max was doing Beth
while having a seat on the toilet (the lid was closed). My last orgasm
was dying down and I knew Steve was getting close to a third and what
would be probably a final time for the night so before he got too carried
away I leaned forward to kiss him.
"Are you forgetting what I said you could do tonight darling?"
Steve had this sly grin on his face and looked at Beth. Oh yeah, he
remembered!
"So what do you say you do it before we call it a night."
Men have such fragile egos so I didn't want to say, "Before you cum in me
and can't get it up again" but I think he knew where I was coming from.
He pulled out of me as Beth stood up in front of Max, leaving his
erection standing up from his bushy crotch like a horny missile.
"Well?" he said to Beth who then took him by the hand and led him to our
bed.
Max was still sitting there so O motioned for him to stay seated. As the
other two disappeared I turned away from him and slowly lowered myself
back down to his dick for the umpteenth time that night. God, how many
times had he entered me so far? It didn't matter, I still loved it the
first time after we swapped partners.
"What do you say it's just the two of us now and let them do their
thing?"
Max didn't seem to have any problems with my suggestion, especially since
I was doing most of the work now. I had to admit, my legs were starting
to get more than a little tired so it ended up being more like me rocking
back and forth on his cock than bouncing on it like I'd been a couple of
hours earlier. It had the same effect so far as I was concerned and he
wasn't complaining.
Although neither of us was saying much, in the quiet of the bathroom
every sound seemed to each off the tile walls. At the moment my goal was
just to get him off one more time but after having cum twice already, it
was turning out to be a lot more work than I'd expected and it didn't
help I was exhausted. Max had his hands on my hips, helping me to
maintain a quick rhythm as I did my best bobblehead imitation on his lap.
As tired as I was I still loved the feel of his dick sliding in and out
of me just enough to stimulate me.
After a few minutes it became almost automatic as I closed my eyes and
tried to focus on my crotch. Max was grunting and breathing heavy and
now and then he would add his own little hip action to drive himself
especially deep. I was so lost in thought that I couldn't help but be
startled when I heard a loud moan and then Beth cried out from the
bedroom across the hall.
"Oh Christ, you're gonna split me in half!"
The words probably seem different in print than those that I heard.
There was no hint of complaint, more like that of lust and desire. The
loud moans and grunts from their room continued and I hoped that our
neighbors were out for the night or they might be calling the police.
For an instant I tried to imagine Steve pushing his hard dick into Beth's
ass but it just wasn't there for me. If anything, the momentary image of
the dick I worshipped forcing its way into my best friend's asshole made
me pause and grimace.
"Hey bitch, don't stop now, I'm almost there!" Max grumbled as he gave me
a bit of a nudge.
I shook my head to clear out the offending images and leaned back onto
his lap to drive him into me. Max reached up and grabbed my boobs,
humping his dick up into me.
"That's better... take it deep like you love it," he literally growled as
he squeezed my breasts in his hands.
Indeed I did! I loved sitting down on his lap, putting my full weight on
him as I lifted myself up on my toes to settle back onto the dick I was
mounted on. I rocked my hips, moving them in a circle to grind myself on
his cock. My hand reached down and played with my clit as I went for one
more orgasm. Sure I'd already cum more times than I could remember but
one more time never hurt.
God I was so close... I wanted him to cum in me and fill me with even
more cum. If my husband could fuck my best friend in her ass then least
her fiance could do was to fill me with more sperm.
"Oh yeah... there it is!" Max groaned as he pulled me back onto him as he
leaned back on the tank.
I was rubbing myself furiously as I felt him begin to jerk under me, each
time releasing more cum inside of me. Where it was coming from I had no
idea unless he was making it as fast as he was dumping it in either me or
Beth.
It was exactly what I needed, the final straw that broke the proverbial
camel's back as the feel of his dick thrusting into me put me over the
edge. I came as I knew that way up inside of me he was shooting out
stream after stream of his sperm inside of me, literally mating me in the
process although his millions of sperm were all doomed to the same fate.
You had to give them credit for trying though as I imagined them working
their way up into me in a vain attempt to impregnate me.
This orgasm wasn't like the first ones. No fireworks went off, I didn't
want to scream out loud, it wasn't like the heavens had opened. No, this
was more subtle, more even, less intense but longer lasting as it was
like I was floating down a river of pleasure. I couldn't move a muscle
as I just laid back against the man who was mating me, allowing myself to
bask in the glow created by him fucking me.
Had it been up to me I'd of just sat there on his lap impaled on his now
spent cock for the rest of the night. It was like when you are having
the most wonderful dream and someone is trying to wake you but you resist
them, trying to keep the dream going. It just felt so perfect, so RIGHT,
so good to sit there and just absorb the feelings and emotions that had
run amuck within me when Max fucked me.
Unfortunately, men just don't react the same after sex. Whereas I just
wanted nothing more than to stay there feeling his dick in me as my pussy
throbbed, he seemed more interested in what was going on across the hall.
Reluctantly I reacted to him trying to push me off his lap, standing up
and feeling his dick flop out of me, followed by a gush of cum that
dripped down the inside of my thigh.
"Damn, you look like one well-fucked slut," he complimented me, or at
least that's how I took it. Indeed, I WAS well-fucked and most people
would probably agree that I was a slut so it's not like whatever he said
I hadn't asked for. Heck, I could think of a lot of things far worse to
call me after sex!
"I just have to see this," he mumbled more to himself than me as he
grabbed a towel and used it to wipe off his crotch and then holding onto
it he headed for the bedroom.
Not wanting to be left out, I followed Max after grabbing a hand towel
and running it up between my legs to get the majority of the leakage
cleaned up. When I stood up it had felt almost like I was peeing the way
his cum just poured out of me!
What I saw on our bed was pretty much as I had imagined it. Beth was
laying on her stomach, a couple of pillows tucked under her to raise her
butt up off the bed to make it easier for Steve to enter her. Steve was
leaning over her, supporting himself on his outstretched arms as his
stiff dick stroked in and out of her ass hole.
As much as I LOVED seeing my husband's cock, I have to say this was
probably my least favorite setting. His cock glistened with the covering
of oil they had used to help him fill her. Neither of them seemed to
even notice our entrance as Max and I stood side by side while we watched
the sickening show going on right in front of us - at least that's how I
looked at it. Obviously Max had a different opinion!
"Cum in her ass, do it man!" Max encouraged Steve who I doubted required
any such support. This was one of the few times I'd ever seen him doing
anal sex as usually when he did it with my mom, aunt or cousin I wasn't
with them.
Speaking of which, I couldn't help but think for a moment that it was a
little weird how somehow the anal sex gene had missed me in a family
where it seemed to include every other female. As I'd mentioned, the
other three women in my family that Steve regularly fucked all loved it.
Even my cousin Tammy, who Steve WANTED to fuck so badly but as yet never
has, let my dad and her dad and bother have her ass. It's nothing I
apologize for, it's just something I won't do.
Steve then leaned back, arching his back as he thrust one last time into
my best friend's asshole. He moaned and I knew from plenty of past
experience that he was cumming. Beth didn't say anything but simply
buried her pretty face into the comforter on the bed as she took every
drop of Steve's cum right up her ass.
Steve pulled out just in time for the last shot or two to shoot into her
reddened asshole, covering it in a layer of fresh cum. For a moment he
glanced at me and I knew what he was hoping for but THAT wasn't going to
happen, at least not in my lifetime.
With that Steve rolled over and flopped back onto the bed, sprawled out
with his legs out straight and his arms out behind his head. His
dwindling dick now flopped over, totally spent - at least for a few hours
if I knew him at all.
I made my way over to the side of the bed and laid down beside him, my
one arm and leg draped over him as I pressed my cum-filled pussy up
against his hip and my boobs into his side. He turned his head to kiss
me but I pulled back and shook my head.
"I told you the price if you did her ass," I told him softly as ran my
fingertips over his chest. "You kissed and licked her there, didn't
you?"
I would have bet Steve wanted to lie but he knew I ALWAYS knew when he
did so there was no use in even trying, especially since the consequences
of lying to me about such things would always be worse than the original
sin. He just frowned a little and turned back to Beth who had no such
worries about kissing him now. I just laid my head on his shoulder and
enjoyed the feel of my husband's hot naked body against mine.
I sort of expected Max to do something similar, such as lay next to his
fiance and cuddle a bit after a few hours of hot sex. If anything, the
fact that they weren't married yet made me think he would be all the more
ready to be romantic. So you can imagine how surprised I was when he got
on the bed on his knees and moved up close to Beth, poking her in the
back of the neck with his limp dick as she kissed Steve and ignored him.
Had it been Steve doing that to me, I would have cut him off for the
night but they were just engaged so Beth was more accommodating. Twisted
her head in the opposite direction, she opened her mouth obediently and
took Max's dick back in her mouth. Mmmmmmm, I wondered if she could
taste me on him still?
So far as I was concerned they could have stayed the night but Beth
eventually said it was time for them to go. Steve and I stayed on the
bed as they got dressed and then Beth came over to say goodnight.
"I love you Kelly," was all she said as we shared another kiss together.
Max also gave me a kiss and then Beth kissed Steve. Max didn't kiss
Steve of course, but did shake his hand and made an offer that we could
join up with them any time again in the future.
Once they left Steve turned to me and started to make a move but I pulled
away and told him he needed to take a LONG shower and brush his teeth
before we could do anything. Being the wonderful, understanding husband
that he is, Steve didn't argue but instead headed straight for the
bathroom.
As I listened to the shower, I rubbed myself and imagined what he was
going to do to me when he returned.
Mmmmmmm. I LOVE my husband!
THE END