Subject:     Our First Married Swap 
Story Codes: MF oral exhib 
Diary Date:  September 23, 2011 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

It was really all my husband's idea.  Before Steve asked me to marry him I'd 
always assumed I would be faithful to my husband once I wore his ring.  There 
was only one minor problem with those plans - he didn't want me to be! We'd 
fooled around with other couples during our engagement but this would be the 
first time since we'd said our vows that we had sex with people outside my 
family.

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 - Adultery or Not?  
   Chapter 2 - Getting in Touch  
   Chapter 3 - Dinner With Leon and Tamara  
   Chapter 4 - Getting Things Started  
   Chapter 5 - A Strange Bed  
   Chapter 6 - Settling Accounts 


Chapter 1 - Adultery or Not?
============================

How do YOU define adultery? People have asked me that question so many times 
that it got to the point where I wrote an entire article on it so I won’t 
repeat everything here.

For those not wanting to take the time to read it, to summarize the article I 
would say that adultery is defined as the act of sexual intercourse by a 
married person with someone who is not within their marriage family AND 
without the knowledge and consent of their spouse.  Thus by definition 
adultery requires two elements, both of which must be present to be found 
“guilty”: the ACT of sex and the INTENT to cheat.  Given that sex is defined 
as the penetration of a penis into a vagina and it doesn’t matter how far in 
it goes, even just the tip counts.  Thus things like blowjobs, pussy eating 
and such aren’t legally acts of adultery (not to say that is any consolation 
to their spouse).

Another important thing to keep in mind is that incestuous sex is by 
definition NEVER adultery as it is sex within a marriage (incest being 
further defined as sex within your immediate family - both sides, out to a 
first cousin).  Cheating means keeping it a secret from your spouse unless 
it’s incest in which case the spouse gave blanket “permission” the moment 
they said, “I do.”

Admittedly anyone who has been reading my diary over the years would say that 
this view of adultery is NOT what I’ve preached in the past and they would be 
entirely correct.  My mother raised me to believe certain things which I 
absorbed as if they were etched into stone tablets, just a most kids do.   
However, events of the past few years have caused me to reevaluate the wisdom 
of some of the things she taught me, the issue of adultery being one of the 
biggies.  That shouldn’t surprise anyone as it’s only natural for a child to 
reach the age where they have to make their own decisions and create their 
own morals and belief systems so I make no apologies for any changes I may 
have made in mine over the years.

When it came to adultery my mom had it down plain and simple - sex outside of 
marriage was adultery, no questions, no options, no excuses or 
rationalizations.   Adultery is condemned by the Ten Commandments and thus 
she considered it a mortal sin.  It didn't matter to her what the 
circumstances, the intent or anything else for that matter.  It was because 
of the adultery aspect that my mom considered swinging as being immoral and 
an affront to her marriage vows she’d made to her husband, her family and 
especially to God.  It didn't matter that my dad would have been perfectly OK 
with it as God’s will trumped her husband’s.

Yet as black and white as my mom was on the issue, even she made a couple of 
exceptions over the years although they both involved my dad and not her.  If 
there’s one thing I can say for my mom, she remained true to her beliefs 
until their divorce was settled.  On the other hand my dad was a man and as 
such he had needs and feelings he was unable to control at certain times, 
just as all men do.  As a result there were two women that he had sex with 
that my mom considered adulterous acts.  Interestingly they both involved 
best friends - my best friend Beth and my mom’s best friend Tammy.  In both 
cases my mother was fully aware of everything and while I can't say she was 
happy about either one, she didn't stop him either.  The only thing that kept 
their marriage intact was her stretching her definition of “family” to 
include “as good as being in the family.” If anything she set an example for 
me as to how a wife is to submit to her husband whenever possible, even if it 
means having to bend a little in the process.

Growing up I had every intention of emulate my mother’s examples, even when 
it came to her restrictive feelings about adultery.  Thus in my heart I’d 
long accepted that I would not have sex outside of marriage once I took my 
vows.   Fortunately since “marriage” means “family” that meant that I could 
still please my dad as that was incest and as I stated earlier, incest cannot 
be adultery.   If you ask me it should be obvious to anyone why incest is 
never adultery as it would be just wrong for me to stop submitting to my own 
father and I can't see how God would ever want that to happen.  Even so, as a 
result I knew that once I was betrothed that there would be a drastic 
reduction in the number of sex partners that I’ve become accustomed to over 
the years.  True, blowjobs would still be allowed and I LOVED giving those 
but face it, sucking a dick isn’t the same as feeling one in you.

After Steve proposed to me, we had a lot of discussions over how things would 
be in our marriage.  Of course the majority of those discussions had nothing 
to do with sex but it was still an important topic.  Given my mental 
preparations regarding sex after marriage you can imagine my surprise when he 
confessed to me that he fully expected us both to continue having sex with 
other people after marriage! I would’ve been thrilled had he wanted to get 
involved with incest but Steve wasn’t interested in incest with his own 
family in any way.  In fact, he wasn't exactly thrilled about me and my dad 
although he supported me as he knew how important it was to me to maintain my 
obligations as a daughter.   Instead he wanted us to have sex with people 
outside our marriage which was in direct contradiction with my long-standing 
beliefs regarding adultery.

When you love someone as much as I loved Steve, you don’t just throw 
everything away because a speed bump appears in the road.  God wouldn’t have 
brought us back together again just to let us split up over one issue so I 
knew there had to be something I was missing.  Since we were only engaged and 
not married yet, I agreed to try swapping with him and see how things went 
from there.  At best it was a delay tactic as I knew sooner or later I would 
have to make a decision as there was no way I could marry someone and not 
have something this important still on the table.  For the next few months we 
met with some other couples and needless to say, I had some really good 
times.  Still, there is a lot of sin being committed today by people just 
“having a good time” so that didn’t make it right either.  Something had to 
be resolved.

There seemed to be no way out so finally I ended up discussing the problem 
with the one person I could always bring anything to - my mother.  My mom is 
not just my mother; she is my best friend, confidante, and at times even my 
lover.  Who was the first person I told after losing my virginity? My mom.  
Who was my first girl to have sex with? My mom.  So who else would I go to in 
order to bring this issue to a head once and for all? Of course it had to be 
my mother.

In some ways I suppose I went to her assuming she would reaffirm her beliefs 
and tell me that I had to either change Steve’s mind or hand back the ring.  
My mom was pretty flexible in many ways but there were a few steadfast rules 
and beliefs that were beyond compromise so far as she was concerned and 
adultery was one of them.  So you can imagine my surprise when she started to 
question her own beliefs after seeing how they eventually led to her divorce.  
Of course my dad’s desire to have sex outside marriage was not only reason 
they split or even one of the major reasons but it was a contributing factor.

It was through these discussions that my mom and I came to the agreement that 
it wasn’t so much the ACT of sex that defined adultery but rather the INTENT 
behind the act.  Just as my dad having sex with our best friends turned out 
to be just fine, it was only because his intent at the time was not to cheat 
on my mother but to simply enjoy himself.  Needless to say, adding in the 
“intent” factor when it came to determining if something was adultery changed 
things significantly.

So now I’m married which should tell you that I got it all worked out.  Many 
people have asked and I suppose with high expectations but from a pure sexual 
point of view not a lot has happened or changed since our ceremony.  It’s not 
like anyone was under the delusion that I was a virgin at the altar although 
I doubted a number of my guests had no idea by what margin I was NOT a 
virgin.   Granted, in the month since we’ve been married Steve and I have had 
a lot more sex than before but that’s mainly due to the fact we now live 
together so there’s more opportunity.  In fact, we’ve had so much sex that 
other than taking care of my father’s periodic “needs” I haven’t had sex with 
anyone besides my new husband since our wedding ceremony.  It’s not that I 
have anything against such things.  It’s more the lack of opportunity as in 
addition to taking care of my husband I’ve been so busy with school starting 
and such that we haven’t been going to parties lately either.

While things have been pretty much status quo for me, my new husband has 
already taken advantage of his blanket permission to be with anyone in my 
family he desires, anytime he wants.  It’s not that he couldn't before - and 
indeed he did, but it just seems different somehow now that we’re married.  
He especially likes to be with my Aunt Linda and in fact he’s has met with 
her numerous times while I’ve been at work teaching.  As a realtor it’s 
child’s play for her to find free time and sometimes I know he has even meet 
her at a house while she was showing.

What I find interesting about my husband’s attraction to my aunt is for a guy 
who is technically a pedophile, for whatever reason he is much more drawn to 
my older aunt than to her daughter.  This drives Kristi nuts of course which 
I sometimes suspect is part of his plan.  Oh well, it doesn’t really matter 
to me so long as he’s happy.

Sooner or later I knew things would change, it was just a question of when 
and who.


Chapter 2 - Getting in Touch 
============================

It was almost a month after our marriage and so far we had not done anything 
with regards to having sex with others, at least outside our new marriage 
family.  Steve mentioned it a few times but it was like more in passing than 
anything concrete.  Still, knowing my husband as well as I do I had no 
illusions that he wasn't thinking about it when we would pass by a pretty 
girl or we’d get together with other couples.

In a way, I guess it was because now that we were married, it was like 
everything we had done before was put into the past and we reset the clock 
when we each said, “I do.” Just as having sex with my new husband became 
something new and special - I learned the true meaning of “making love” 
during our honeymoon, so I expected our first time with other people to be 
new and unique and special as well.  Thus we weren't rushing into anything 
although I knew he was pretty active when it came to checking out the 
profiles for the swap group we had joined soon after our engagement last 
November.

When it comes to the swap group Steve normally handles all the details but 
I’m pretty much aware of the general arrangements.  When he signed us up it 
was like having to get an Ultra Top Secret clearance or something from a spy 
novel.   There was the typical questionnaire which was then followed up by 
personal interviews with the people who managed the group - together as a 
couple and then each of us separately.  No, there was no “audition” required, 
that only happens on porn sites! Everything was handled professionally and 
confidentially.

Once we were informed that we’d passed the initial interviews, Steve had to 
submit all sorts of personal information about each of us - a lot more than I 
was comfortable with but the site claimed that it was needed to run credit 
checks and other security checks.  Imposing warnings told us to be truthful 
up front about everything because if anything bad showed up and it looked 
like we’d tried to hide it would be cause to have us immediately rejected and 
forever banned without appeal.  The final step in the process was a photo and 
video session where we had to turn in various types of photos ranging from 
the everyday “family” portrait style to full nudes.  At least we didn't have 
to record us having sex as I would have drawn the line at that!

Even after all that we were only granted anonymous access to the group web 
site.   No actual names or personal information was available, just member 
photos (non- nude only) and personal profiles.  A critical part of the 
personal profile was where you indicated what you wanted to be involved in - 
and NOT.  We were sternly warned once again that falsifying this sensitive 
information was cause for immediate expulsion without warning.  Thus if you 
wanted BSDM, then you had to state so and not surprise your more conservative 
partners after you met.  It was not meant to be restrictive, just 
informative.  Basically nothing was off limits so long as you specified it 
ahead of time.  Some people were into simple straightforward swapping while 
there were some that were really out there - animals, drugs, pedophilia, 
slavery, BSDM, you name the perversion and someone out there was a fan.

The way the site worked was that once you found someone who looked like a 
potential match, then you sent in an invitation which they had to accept for 
things to move forward.  A preliminary acceptance just opened up their 
profiles to allow you access to their more personal photos (including nudes) 
and any other information that they may not have wanted to post to the 
general membership.  Provided everything was still with both sides, only then 
was actual contact information exchanged - phone number only.  Real names and 
addresses were NEVER disclosed through the web site, not ever.  If you wanted 
to know someone’s name or address, you had to wait until you contacted them 
personally.   It was this dedication to security that drew my attention to 
the site in the first place.

Sometimes I would just browse through the profiles out of morbid curiosity 
and not even use the search tool to filter the weird people out.  There were 
lots of people that were intellectually stimulating as I would imagine there 
would eventually be times we tried out people with different ideas about sex 
and such.   However since this would be our first time since being married we 
were being especially choosey.  I felt like it would be like the first time I 
had sex, something that would always be my “first”, something I would never 
forget.

Then one day Steve called out to me to come to the computer and take a look.   
“So what do you think, perfect or what?” he grinned.

Reading the screen over his shoulder, I glanced through their profile and to 
be honest, my first impression as that it was some kind of sick hoax.  Sure 
the group made every effort possible to ensure the members were all who they 
said they were but there were always those people wanting to game the system.   
Reading more I had to wonder how such people could have ever gotten into this 
group in the first place? According to their profile they were recent 
newlyweds having gotten married in May which put them a few months ahead of 
us.  They were each a couple of years younger than us with her being younger 
at 23 and him being my age at 26.  They claimed to be Christians but I’d 
learned since joining that people can have very different opinions of what 
THAT means.  No kids so at least they weren’t producing offspring prior to 
marriage.  From their photos they looked like your average couple next door 
with no obvious tattoos, weird hair, or crazy clothes.  What had caught 
Steve’s eye - and then mine as well, was the final statement in their 
introduction...

  “We were high school sweethearts and each of us has never had sex with 
anyone   else.  In fact, we were both still virgins until Leon proposed two 
years ago.    Now that we’re married, we want to expand our horizons without 
going too far   overboard.  We were hoping to meet with another couple 
similar to us that can   be discrete as well as understanding in terms of our 
lack of ‘experience’ in   such matters.  Please, no party invitations or 
people looking for a notch in   their belts.  We are quite serious about this 
and would hope for the same   from anyone contacting us.”

Wow, no wonder Steve was so worked up over them.  I glanced down and noticed 
he was stroking himself absentmindedly with his left hand up the bottom of 
his shorts as I was reading.  I smiled to myself as he probably didn't even 
realize he was doing it - a “bad” habit of his, about as bad as mine when it 
came to touching myself.  Thoughts of my mom slapping at my hand during 
church suddenly slipped into my head.

“Hmmmmmm, she’s really cute,” I teased him, “And he’s not exactly bad 
himself.”

Indeed, she was listed as being only 5’2” and 90 pounds, a really petite 
little thing.  She seemed to be part Asian although her features were not as 
sharp, probably influenced by an Asian parent mixed with a Caucasian one.  
Her jet- black straight hair looked to be almost down to her butt but it was 
hard to tell as they were sitting together in a chair in their profile 
photos.  Both wore glasses in their photos which I found a little surprising 
as most people took theirs off for the camera - people like me.  My guess was 
that they must be a lot more near-sighted than me.

“So... what do you think?” Steve asked although it was obvious he’d made up 
his mind already.

My response was immediate, “Go ahead and poke them.”

“Poking” was how you told someone that you were interested in them.  It sent 
the couple an e-mail and a link to your public profile.  If they were 
interested, they could accept your invitation in which case we would hear 
back with a link to their private profile and they would automatically be 
able to access ours (you basically were giving permission to have someone see 
your private profile by poking them so it wasn't something you did without 
due consideration.  If they weren’t interested, all they had to do was reject 
the invitation in which case we would be notified and locked out from being 
able to poke them again.  I guess that was so people couldn’t become 
“stalkers” and pester those who weren’t interested in them. 

The next day Steve received an e-mail alerting us that they’d accepted our 
preliminary “poke”.  Steve couldn't wait to check them out and by the time I 
got home from work he was already busy jerking off with their photo album 
open on the monitor.  When I finally got a peek it wasn't hard to see why he 
was so “motivated”.  By accepting our poke they allowed us to see their nude 
portfolio and the girl was indeed extremely petite and even cuter than 
before.  As with many girls with Asian genes, she may be claiming to be 23 
but she was probably still being carded every time she saw an R-rated movie.  
Her boobs were perky but very small, A-cups most likely and that was being 
generous.  Her figure was perfect though, obviously she was not a child as 
the curves were all in the right places.  There was something about her poses 
that seemed innocent and almost a bit naïve, like she was embarrassed but 
still determined to go through with the photo session.  She was shaved but 
any lack of hair was made up by that long straight hair that came down to 
just above the crack in her ass when she stood on her bare feet. 

The guy was also good looking in the nude.  It’s surprising sometimes how 
many people look good in their clothes but when they take them off it’s like 
they suddenly look all flabby and unattractive.  He didn’t have the physique 
of an athlete but at the same time obviously took care of himself.  The guy 
was pure Caucasian - pale skinned if anything, with short blonde hair and 
perhaps Scandinavian descent.  Steve poked his finger in my side and grinned 
as he pointed out that unlike the wife, the husband was definitely NOT 
shaved.  When it came to pushing my buttons, my new husband knew me all too 
well!

Looking at their photos and seeing how my husband was reacting to the nude 
photos of the wife, I wondered how things were going at the other end where 
they should be seeing us now as well.  Was her husband jacking off to my 
nudes?  Well, hopefully he was jerking off to mine and not Steve’s! It wasn't 
like mine would have qualified as porn shots; nothing like being on my back 
with my legs spread out and in the air or anything like that.  Personally I 
considered them to be quite tasteful and I was actually a bit proud of them 
if I might say so myself.  I wondered what she was thinking about my new 
husband? Steve wasn’t Arnold by any means but he was handsome and fit and 
that wasn’t just his bride talking but a number of my friends had weighed in 
as well. From what I could tell, the guys had comparable dicks so at least 
there wouldn’t be any silly issues about that.

“Well, I’d say I’m ready to respond,” Steve said.  Looking down at his cock 
in his hand, it appeared to me that he already had.  Oh well, I would’ve been 
more worried if he had NOT responded this way.  Indeed, the day my husband 
stops wanting to jerk off at the sight of a pretty woman is the day I check 
his pulse!

Still I remained skeptical.  Were these people too good to be real? I wasn't 
so concerned about them physically as I had no doubt these were photos of 
THEM, unlike so many other web sites.  The only photos that were posted were 
the ones you had taken during the interviews - nothing could be submitted to 
be posted.   Thus there was no doubt that the photos represented the people 
but that didn't mean the profile was true.  Granted, they’d checked ours out 
quite thoroughly but that didn't mean someone couldn't scam the system.

It wasn't their photos but rather their story that seemed far-fetched to me.   
How did anyone even get find out about this group with such a background?  
Everyone we’d had anything to do with had been heavily involved in similar 
activities long before joining.  Like me and Steve, we saw the group as an 
opportunity to expand our social network while improving our security, not to 
mention not having to deal with all the fakes and perverts.  Way back when I 
belonged to Adult Friend Finder (AFF) in college I soon learned the hard way 
that probably less than one percent of the people on there were really who 
they said they were, especially the women and so-called couples.  There was 
no way I would have even considered meeting anywhere from that site no matter 
how desperate I might have been.

“Hell, what do we have to lose?” was Steve’s response when I expressed my 
concerns. “We can do dinner, scope things out, and then blow them off if they 
turn out to be weirdoes or whatever.”

He had a good point as dinner in public was about as safe as you could get in 
such situations.  Meeting people for the first time at their home or even a 
hotel room was far too risky for me, even when they were arranged through a 
private group like ours.  It wasn't until you actually met people and started 
to interact with them that you really could tell who they were and what type 
of things they were into.  For example, some people’s idea of what 
constitutes bondage might be far different than someone else's so they may 
not mention they are into silk scarves holding them to the bed frame even 
though they checked “no” for BSDM in their profile.

So with that Steve clicked on the “Ready to Meet” button which brought up a 
dialog box warning that our personal contact information would be disclosed 
if we continued.  It was just be a phone number, not our address or names, so 
it wasn't all that risky so long as you used a phone that wasn’t listed in 
your name with the Internet White pages.  We kept one of those throwaway 
phones from Wal-Mart for just such things.  It was a small expense for the 
extra security it provided.

When he clicked on the acknowledge button that brought up an introduction 
form where we could write in a personal invitation to the people we were 
trying to meet.  Steve looked at me and got up off the chair so I could take 
a seat.   Steve might be perfectly good at dealing with most on-line stuff 
but when it came down to writing letters and interacting with people he knew 
where the talent lay in our marriage.

Straightening our my dress under me, I took a deep breath.  In the past when 
I’d written such things it was easy but in this case I felt I needed to be 
more careful about my wording and approach.  Assuming their story was true, 
they were likely to be overly cautious and nervous.  I would think that the 
last thing they wanted was some “experienced” couple writing them and making 
them feel out of place.

It took just a few paragraphs for me to complement them on their wedding and 
state my admiration for their willingness to expand their marriage 
boundaries.   I didn’t mention anything about incest, young kids or anything 
else that might make them skittish as they didn't need to know about such 
things.  I also didn’t mention anything about the number of partners we’d had 
or anything else that would make us seem imposing or otherwise threatening.  
I DID emphasize that I was an elementary school teacher and a devout 
Christian so they would hopefully see us as being “normal” people.  You can 
just imagine some of the invitations we’ve received.  What amazes me is 
evidently people must respond to such crude and crass letters or why would 
they write them.  I guess says something about the general population 
although I’m not really sure what.

A few days later and no response which started me to think my first instincts 
had been proven correct.  Even though the group site was supposedly extremely 
secure and everyone on it had been personally vetted by the couple who ran 
it, there were still the occasional perverts and weirdoes who somehow managed 
to crash the party.  It was like the ones who write me after reading my on-
line diary in that most of the time they are easy to spot simply because they 
ARE so crude.  There are also certain warning signals that flash like a neon 
strobe light - like when the only thing they seem interested in is getting 
you to accept their initial poke just so they can have access to your 
personal photos and video.  Every now and then the clever one comes along who 
can still fool me - although I like to think I eventually “out” them.  Was 
this “couple” just one of the more clever ones?

What particularly disturbed me about the possibility of them being fake was 
that from the beginning I’d been extremely concerned about allowing nudes of 
me to be posted on ANY Internet site.  It was only when everyone assured me 
that the site was as secure as they could make it and only real people would 
be seeing them who had valid reasons for seeing them.  Even so, I drew the 
line at posting photos of me having sex - alone or otherwise.  I know that 
some people get a voyeuristic thrill from having strangers watching them 
doing such stuff but not me - at least not when I had no idea who was seeing 
them or what they were going to do with them.

A week went by, still no response.  By now I’d pretty much written them off 
and was pushing Steve to report them as frauds.  Even if they weren't 
interested, protocol said that they should respond to all personal 
invitations.  You didn't have to do anything if people poked you as those 
were a dime a dozen.  But when you responded to someone and then they invited 
you, common courtesy said you should at least acknowledge them and say you 
weren’t interested if nothing else.

Then one day I was home alone and bored so I decided to check out our profile 
and see if anyone had posted anything.  Even though I usually left the 
management of our stuff to Steve, I still liked to peek in on it now and then 
to see what was happening.  As usual, there was a ton of pokes from people 
wanting to meet us which I ignored.  Steve could sort through those later.  
To my surprise there was a notification that we had an invitation waiting so 
I clicked on the link and there it was... from Leon and Tamara, the couple we 
had “poked”.

The note was written by Tamara who started out by immediately apologizing for 
taking so long to respond to our invitation.  Apparently they’d been totally 
overwhelmed by the number of responses since they’d posted their profile.  It 
was something I could relate as it had been somewhat the same way for me and 
Steve when we first went “live”.  Evidently a new profile drew attention like 
fresh meat to all the hungry wolves out there.  Fortunately in our case I was 
accustomed to such attention after eight years of being on-line with my diary 
so we knew better than to even reply to most of them and thus kept the whole 
thing manageable.  From the sounds of it Leon and Tamara were trying hard to 
be respectful of everyone and undoubtedly were being swamped by trying to 
answer everything that was sent to them.  I smiled to myself as I thought 
they would learn sooner or later.

My heart then skipped a beat as she went on to say that they were indeed 
interested in meeting with me and Steve.  She continued by saying how 
different my letter had been from the others they’d received.  Again I could 
relate as even now the vast majority of invitations we get are from some of 
the weirdest people.  Sometimes Steve would toy with the idea of responding 
to them just for the fun of it but I kept telling him no.  I simply wasn't 
about to get involved with people who thought food condiments were sex toys.  
Apparently my adding the bit about me being an elementary school teacher and 
a devout Christian didn't hurt either.

Now that I had her name and phone number the next step was to give her a 
call.   Maybe I should have waited for Steve to get home so we could talk 
about it ahead of time but I was too excited to put it off for even just a 
few hours.  Picking up my iPhone, I dialed the number and listened to the 
phone ring with my heart beating so hard I could barely hear when she picked 
up the phone.  At first I thought maybe I’d called a wrong number as this 
young girl’s voice answered but then she said her name and I knew it had to 
be her.  I kept telling myself she was 23 but it was hard to imagine someone 
that old with a voice that young.

For the first ten minutes or so the conversation was pretty vague with both 
of us maneuvering like boxers in a ring during the first round, jabbing and 
dodging as we sought out the other’s weak spots.  Maybe “weak spots” is the 
wrong phrase - it was more like probing to better understand the other.  
Tamara was obviously painfully shy about all this so I tried to be patient 
and not push her too hard although I had at least a hundred questions I 
wanted to ask.

Eventually we got around to the true purpose of the phone call and she went 
on and on about how uncertain she was about everything and how nervous she 
was.  By the time the conversation ended, we hadn’t really discussed anything 
in detail but instead left things open-ended for our husbands to clear up.  
Frustrated, I hung up with as many questions as when I’d picked up the phone 
but at least I’d made contact.

After I hung up the phone I called their profile up again, staring at my 
favorite photo of her as I tried to connect the voice on the phone to the 
girl in front of me.  It wasn't even one of the nudes but rather just her 
sitting on the floor in a pair of denim shorts and a skimpy halter top with 
her legs crossed as she smiled up at whoever was taking the photo.  The 
shorts were cut so high there was just a hint of panties showing in her 
crotch while the halter top was so tight that is did what it could to 
emphasize her small boobs.  What caught my attention was her smile; it was 
brilliant and the overall expression on her face was so joyful, almost child-
like.  Hmmmmmm, so this was the girl I’d just spoken with... not bad... not 
bad at all.

Later when Steve came home I showed him the letter and then told him about my 
phone conversation with Tamara.  The fact that they were real people got him 
excited so he immediately called up Leon.  They seemed to hit things off from 
the start and in less than ten minutes the two of them had set things up for 
dinner the next Friday night.  Anyone listening in on the conversation would 
have thought they were two old college buddies calling up to get together 
again with their new wives as nothing sexual was spoken or even implied.

Steve hung up the phone and we just stood there staring at each other.

“So tell me... does this make you as horny as it does me?” I asked him, 
running my tongue over my dry lips.

Steve didn't say a word - nor did he have to.  His dick did all the 
talking...

 
Chapter 3 - Dinner With Leon and Tamara
=======================================

Steve and Leon hadn’t wasted any time in getting us all together.  That very 
next Friday night they arranged for us to meet and have dinner at, of all 
places, an Olive Garden.  I can still remember when Steve broke the news to 
me.

“Olive Garden? Did you say Olive Garden? As in always crowded, lots of 
families, no privacy, boring Olive Garden?”

I’m not sure Steve knew quite how to take me at that moment.  Standing there 
in front of him, hands on my hips, a look of astonishment written all over my 
face, he must have thought I was some sort of wild woman gone ballistic.

“Sorry, he was the one who suggested we go there,” Steve said holding up his 
hands defensively as if he was afraid I was going to attack him or something.

“Oh you mean the guy who’s never had sex with anyone besides his wife? The 
guy who’s probably never done anything in public before? The guy who was a 
virgin until he was in his mid-twenties? Is that the guy you’re talking 
about?”

OK, so maybe it was going overboard but I was frustrated.  Heck, I could’ve 
listed a dozen places off the top of my head that afforded a better 
atmosphere for this type of dinner.  Like, we weren’t really meeting for 
dinner, who was kidding who? This was a prelude to having sex but how in the 
world do you talk about such things in a wide open public restaurant like 
Olive Garden with kids and grandmothers sitting right next to you? Damn it 
anyway, I’d had my hopes set so high about all this.  It was going to be our 
first swap with wedding rings on and I wanted it to be perfect in every 
detail.

“Oh Kelly, just settle down, it’ll all work out.  It’s not like anything was 
going to happen no matter where we met,” Steve tried to calm me down and then 
he grinned when he saw my expression, “Well, maybe YOU had other plans but 
for me this is just a meet and greet.”

Trying hard to control my anger, I changed to subject to finding out more 
about the couple we were suppose to meet.  As to where Leon and Tamara lived 
I hadn’t a clue as so far we’d only exchanged first names and phone numbers.  
Steve then had the bright idea of looking up their phone number on the 
Internet and sure enough, up popped their full names! Seems nobody had warned 
them about being careful as to what phone number they provided to strangers.  
The names matched as did the ages so we figured it had to be them.  Their 
address put them on the north side near the New Kensington area.  I wasn't 
familiar at all with part of the area and neither was Steve.  We put their 
address into Google Earth and there was their home - an older house snack in 
the middle of town which wasn't exactly the high rent district from the looks 
of things.  We tried to research them further but there were no relatives 
listed or other connections.

“Well at least we know they’re real,” Steve mused.

On that I had to agree with him.  Nothing like seeing confirmation in the 
phone book to put on the stamp of confidence.

“So which Olive Garden are we going to?” I asked.

“Some place called Tarentum?” Steve replied, evidently another new name for 
him.

Together we checked it out and I was a bit surprised that it was located so 
close to New Kensington. I say surprised as being so close to where they 
lived it was entirely possible that people there might recognize them.  Then 
again, it’s not like we were planning on having public sex at our first 
dinner so evidently they had chosen familiarity over privacy.

We checked it out a bit more and saw it was located in a shopping area.  
Seeing the neighboring restaurants, I noted that at least they hadn’t picked 
the Red Robin right next door! Talk about the last place on earth I’d want to 
go for such a get-together...

That Friday in school I was totally distracted.  It got so bad that at one 
point during the day one of my students actually had to call out my name when 
I started daydreaming about the evening to come and totally phased out from 
my lesson plan.  Shaking my head to get back into the rhythm, I wondered what 
my adorable little 10-12 year-olds would have said if they knew their teacher 
in her long dress and conservative makeup was getting horny thinking about 
having sex with strangers after class? Well, maybe not right after class but 
close enough.  Not that I would ever even consider doing anything naughty in 
class, I have to say for a moment I did wonder what they would think if I 
started masturbating right there in front of them.  Like THAT was suppose to 
help - NOT!

By the time I got in my car to drive home it was like I had an itch between 
my legs that just wouldn’t go away.  As soon as I was out of the parking lot 
and safe from the prying eyes of parents and young kids I pulled up my dress 
and reached between my legs with one hand while I steered with the other.  
Damn, the crotch of my white cotton panties were soaked! Pulling them to one 
side, it was a huge sense of relief when my fingers finally touched my pussy, 
pressing down on my poor clit where the itching sensation was centered.  Talk 
about something I’d been wanting to do all day...

For once I didn't curse the red lights and if anything I found myself praying 
for them as I inched my way through Friday evening traffic.  When I was 
stopped I would close my eyes for a few moments as I masturbated, dreaming of 
what it would be like to be fucked by Leon while my husband was busy with 
Tamara.   Mmmmmmm, how about me and Tamara after that? I wondered if she’d 
even been with another girl.  She claimed to have never been with another guy 
besides her husband but that didn't rule out some experimentation with the 
same sex.   Sleepovers and college dorm rooms had led more than a few 
“innocent” girls astray, even if it wasn't something they ever confessed to 
later.

The guy behind me honked and I realized the traffic had resumed moving while 
I’d been entertaining nasty thoughts of Tamara’s bare pussy pressing up 
against my face.  And to think people worry about texting while driving! I 
wondered if the guy behind me would have still honked if he knew why I wasn't 
paying attention to the light? Who knows, maybe he would have honked all the 
more.

By the time I pulled up to the parking lot behind out apartment I was flushed 
and breathing hard.  My nipples were so hard they almost hurt as they pressed 
against the restrictive bra I was forced to wear while working.  Turning off 
the car, I let the seat drop back and started to work on myself with both 
hands.   There wasn't anyone else around and I didn't want to quit for even 
the few moments it would take to run up the stairs to our little newlywed 
apartment.

I was soooooo close...

YES! Finally I crossed the line, jumped over the cliff, scaled the mountain 
top, or whatever metaphor you want to use for achieving orgasm.  After 
spending all day trapped in front of my class without the chance to even rub 
myself a little, it was like the dam burst and all my horniness that had 
built up during the day was released in one massive “O”.  God it felt so much 
better to finally do it.  I kept rubbing with one hand while I brought the 
other to my mouth, licking my pussy cum off my fingers, wondering if Tamara’s 
pussy tasted anything like mine? For that matter, how would she taste with my 
husband’s cum dripping from her?

No sooner had I lowered my dress than several people went walking by my 
parking place.  I hadn’t even seen them pull in so they must’ve done so while 
I was cumming hard and not paying attention.  Even so, in the dusky light and 
with me slouched so far down in the seat I doubt they would’ve seen much of 
anything anyway even if they had walked right by.  Then again, so what if 
they had? Not like it was anything to be ashamed of, right?

Back in our apartment, I closed the door and turned to find myself in the 
arms of my adoring husband!

“I love you,” he whispered to me as he kissed my neck and ears while planting 
his hands firmly on his favorite place for them - my ass. Then he sniffed 
like a dog and grinned at me.

“Smells like someone’s been naughty while driving home.”

I grinned and put my fingers up to his nose.  He opened his mouth and sucked 
gently on them.

“Now THAT is the kind of perfume they need to bottle,” he teased me, quickly 
undoing the zipper in the back my dress as he talked.

“Steve... we have plans for tonight,” I pretended to protest as my dress hit 
the floor, soon to be followed by my bra and then my wet panties.  I stepped 
out of them, leaving my flats behind.

“And these just have to go,” he fussed, pulling down my hose, “How do you 
stand wearing all this crap all day?”

Fair question and one I asked myself usually several times a day when it felt 
like I was suffocating.  Steve knew the school dress code rules as well as I 
did but that didn't stop him from constantly teasing me about them as he knew 
how frustrated they made me.  He was always challenging me to go to school 
without any panties on, claiming that with a dress down to my ankles nobody 
would know anyway.  As much as I would’ve loved to indulge him, I just knew 
that would be the day I slipped down the stairs or something would happen and 
everyone would see the youngest teacher in the school had been running around 
bottomless under her dress.  NOT a career move to say the least if you wanted 
to teach at a Christian school, or any school for that matter

“So are you just gonna just stand there complaining about my clothes or are 
you gonna fuck me?” I teased him, standing there barefoot and naked except 
for a gold chain with a cross around my neck and my earrings - and wedding 
ring of course.

“Hmmmmmm, let me decide...,” he said, holding his hand to his chin as he 
stared at my naked body as if there was a real decision to make.

****************

Somehow or another we managed to shower and dress in enough time to leave the 
house with at least a shot at getting to the restaurant on time.  In figuring 
out our timing I thought that so long as the tunnel traffic wasn't a mess 
there shouldn’t be a problem.  At least we would be going IN towards the city 
from the south side instead of out so we wouldn’t be facing the worst of the 
Friday night madness.

It was starting to get to be a bit chilly in the evenings so I grabbed a 
light jacket from the closet as we left.  Steve, still the newlywed husband 
and gentleman, took it from me and helped me into it.

“You know you could’ve just worn the jacket,” he whispered into my ear as he 
kissed me just behind the ear and then down my neck as he pulled the jacket 
up over my shoulders.

Actually, it wouldn't have been the first time I’d worn JUST this very jacket 
but never to a dinner with a couple of strangers and certainly not to a 
family restaurant like Olive Garden.  It was white with a belt and came down 
below my butt but not much further.  When I sat down it wasn’t long enough to 
sit on so it wasn't designed for those cold days that were threatening 
already - especially if all I had was a bare bottom underneath.

I turned to kiss my husband.  “And you would just love that, wouldn’t you,” I 
giggled and then I playfully patted him in the crotch. “I would’ve thought 
you’d had enough after the shower.”

The shower was the last place we’d done it, preceded by the living room couch 
and prior to that the bed.  He must have been really horny, that’s all I 
could say.  Evidently he’d been thinking about this evening all day just as 
much as I had during my classes.  Well, hopefully he’d be recharged by the 
time the evening progressed but knowing my husband I had all the confidence 
in the world that there wouldn’t be any problems in THAT department.

Steve continued to be the Southern gentlemen as he held the door to his truck 
open for me and then closed it behind me. The black dress I was wearing 
wasn’t all that heavy and with just a minimal thong on underneath I may as 
well have been bare-bottomed.  The cool vinyl of the seat gave me goose bumps 
as I shivered while I waited for him to get in and start the pickup so the 
heater would get working.

“Cold?” he asked, seeing me wrapping my arms around myself.  “Let’s see just 
how cold you really are.”

I had scooted over to be next to him by then, one of the advantages of a 
bench seat.  Steve reached over and unzipped my jacket down to the belt and 
pulled it aside to take a look inside.

“Either you really ARE cold or we need to go back inside,” he joked, seeing 
my nipples poking through the thin fabric.  I wasn’t wearing a bra, of 
course, and the wrap-around style of the dress allowed for plenty of cleavage 
to be revealed.

“Hmmmmmm, interesting.... you’re so chilled up there but yet so hot down 
here,” he observed as his hand moved down to between my bare legs which I 
spread for him and then I felt his fingers pressing against my pussy through 
my thong.

“OK mister, either do something about it or drive,” I came back, pretending 
to be stern with him.  Actually I could’ve gone with either option at the 
moment.

Steve just chuckled and pulled away from the curb. “Well, sorry but we don’t 
want to keep Tamara waiting, do we?”

No mention of Leon but that didn’t surprise me.  No doubt Steve saw Leon only 
as the means for him to be able to fuck Tamara.  If there was one thing Steve 
was definitely NOT, it was gay.  Like your typical guy, he was always pushing 
for a threesome but also as a typical guy his idea of a threesome was two 
girls having sex with him.  Yep, no crossing swords for Steve.  Even in the 
past when I HAD been with other guys Steve would watch but he didn’t like 
getting too close.  It was sort of funny in that as much I LOVED dicks, Steve 
was so repulsed by them (other than his own of course) that I think he would 
roll over and die if he ever had to so much as touch another guy’s cock in 
any way.

As we drove I thought about it all the more.  Yes indeed, when all was said 
and done, this evening was more for Steve than me.  I don’t mean to imply 
that I wasn’t looking forward to it but if it wasn't for Steve pushing for it 
we wouldn’t be doing this tonight.  Frankly, I would’ve been happier just to 
stay home with him and make love.  If we were going to go out and party, then 
I liked it more when Steve let me loose while he watched.  Sometimes he 
preferred to stay in the background, not even letting people know we were a 
couple.  There was something about me having sex with other guys that really 
turned on Steve and I loved to perform for him.  By the time we’d get home 
he’d be so horny that he would practically jump me before the door shut 
behind us.  The bonus for Steve came when the guy I targeted had a girlfriend 
that he was willing to swap.

In thinking ahead, while I was looking forward to having sex with Leon it 
wasn't like I couldn't go without it.  For me it was just sex with someone 
new which was always interesting and hopefully fun.  As for Steve, I could 
see the twinkle in his eyes and the twitch in his dick the first time he saw 
Tamara’s photos and then when he finally got to see her nude it was like 
instant hard-on time for him.  For him, it was all about the new conquest, a 
new pussy he hadn’t fucked before.  Yes, it was the newness that got him so 
turned on which was fine with me as I knew that also meant this would 
undoubtedly turn into yet another one- night stand, as did almost all our 
previous encounters under similar circumstances.  I guess I liked that about 
him in that he never tired of me so that told me that any lust he might feel 
for another woman was just that - pure lust.  There was nothing wrong with 
that.  Like what man doesn’t feel that way?

People who know me already know that one of my favorite “hobbies” is to seek 
out married men.  Leon might indeed be married but he didn't qualify as 
anything special for me because his wife was involved.  Going back to my 
explanation of adultery, what really turns me on is when a man commits 
adultery with me.  If I was just meeting Leon tonight and Steve was doing 
Tamara but neither of them knew that the other was cheating, then THAT would 
have been the perfect night out for the two of us, at least from my point of 
view.  It was also one thing that we hadn’t done yet but that didn't mean we 
didn't fantasize about it sometimes.  It was hard enough to find a husband to 
cheat with me without trying to get his wife to do the same without either of 
them knowing about the other.

Going through the long tunnel, I looked at Steve as the lights lit up his 
face.   God I loved him so much! Sure I was horny thinking about tonight but 
the biggest thing for me was that I wanted this evening to be perfect for 
Steve and I would do anything to make that happen.

Leaving the tunnel, we crossed through Pittsburgh and then started the drive 
north.  Neither of us said a lot as I think we were both fantasizing a bit 
about the upcoming dinner - and probably even more about what might come 
afterwards.   Still, would they even show up? Then what if they turned out to 
be total fakes?  No matter how much I tried to ignore the feelings, there was 
the nagging issue that they might chicken out halfway through dinner or 
something like that.  If everything they’d said was true I had to think that 
right at this moment they were both nervous as heck.  They might even be 
questioning what they were doing.   I learned early on that it’s easy to post 
on line and chat and such but making the move to actually meeting someone was 
a huge step for anyone to take.

Pulling into the restaurant parking lot, I saw that it was a bit crowded but 
not packed so hopefully that meant we wouldn’t have to wait for long.  As I 
looked around I wondered if any of the cars belonged to Leon and Tamara.  We 
hadn’t told each other what our cars looked like, not even that we would be 
driving a pickup truck, so there was no way they would know it was us even if 
they’d been watching.  Steve stopped the engine, got out and started to walk 
towards the restaurant until he noticed I was still sitting in the truck, 
waiting impatiently.

“Are we getting spoiled madam?” he asked, bowing deeply as he opened the door 
finally to let me out.

As I turned to scoot out I let the dress slide up and flash up to my hip for 
just a bit.  “Isn’t this worth it?”

“Well, it would be even better without the damn thong,” he said, pretending 
to be unhappy.

“Yeah, like you don’t know what’s underneath.”

The parking lot had been deceiving as there were about six people waiting for 
a table when we walked in.  None of them looked like Leon and Tamara though 
so Steve asked the serve if we could take a look.  She brightened up and said 
that another couple had just been seated that had mentioned that someone 
would be asking about them so she led us towards a corner booth where I 
finally laid eyes on our partners for the evening.

After brief introductions we took a seat in the booth opposite Leon and 
Tamara which sort of put me off a bit.  I would have expected that I would be 
sitting next to Leon while Tamara moved over to be with Steve but for now we 
took our side of the booth while they kept claim to theirs.  I was still 
wearing my jacket as I was cold but Tamara had hers on the seat over to the 
side.  I noticed when we sat down that she was wearing a rather conservative 
blouse and skirt that came below her knees even while seated with her legs 
crossed.  She was just as petite as she had looked in her photos, looking 
almost like a young girl.  Leon looked rather handsome, I might say, even in 
just a dress shirt and jeans which happened to be the same thing Steve was 
wearing although different colors.  Steve was more a dark blue guy while 
Leon’s was a light green pattern,

For the first few minutes we just chatted about nothing - the weather, the 
traffic, them waiting for a table, us being a little late.  Our server came 
by and took our drink order with all of us ordering either a soft drink or 
tea.   She was back quickly and by then we were ready to order.  Once she 
left I looked across to Tamara and invited her to join me as I need to use 
the lady’s room.   The guys just shrugged as both of them were well 
acquainted with the female herd instinct when it came to using the restroom.  
Funny, but I’ve never once heard a guy say to another guy that he was going 
to them men’s room and did he want to join him!

Once inside we went to the sink and I got out some makeup from my purse.  Of 
course I didn't need to use the toilet, most of the time women don’t - they 
just need to talk and socialize without men listening in.

“You look really nice in that dress,” she complimented me, “It’s a bit 
revealing though, isn’t it?”

I was tempted to say something about how it wasn't nearly as revealing as 
most of my dresses but that wasn't going to do anything to help so instead I 
just thanked her and complimented her on her outfit as well.

“So, are you ready for tonight?” I asked casually. It was just the two of us 
for that moment as a mother and her two young daughters had just left.

“Kelly, I’m soooooo nervous,” she confessed, looking at me with eyes like a 
deer in the headlights.

“Well don’t worry, we’ll take this as slow as you want and besides, if you 
decide to change your mind just say so at any time and I promise we’ll 
respect your wished.”

“No, I’m going to do this,” she said firmly, checking herself out in the 
mirror.   “I want to do this for Leon.”

That wasn't exactly what I would have liked to have heard so I asked, “What 
do you mean by that?”

“Leon thinks that now that we are married we need to... expand our horizons 
as he says,” she explained softly.  “I think he feels like he missed out on 
things by being celibate for so long.”

I couldn't help but smile a bit as I remembered the “expand out horizons” 
thing from their profile introduction.  “And you? How do you feel about 
that?”

Tamara shrugged her shoulders and stared into the mirror.  “I don’t know, I 
guess I am happy the way things are now.  I always wanted to save myself for 
my husband and I am proud that I was able to do that.  Well, at least until 
we were engaged.  I was ready to wait until the wedding but Steve couldn't.”

“So you’ve really never been with another guy before?” I asked, looking at 
her in the mirror instead of directly at her.

“Well, there was one guy in high school that touched me but that was all.”

If we’d had more time I might have delved into that one a bit more but we 
needed to get back to the guys before they wondered if something was wrong.  
I turned to her and held her by the arm so she would look at me in the eyes.

“Just tell me one thing Tamara, and trust me, it’s OK no matter what you say.   
Do you really want to do this?”

For a moment I was afraid she might say no.  Granted, I really wouldn’t have 
wanted her to do anything she wasn’t ready for but at the same time it would 
have been frustrating to get this close and then have her back out at the 
last second.  Then she got this determined look and my heart slowed down a 
bit.

“I think so... I mean it’s not like I have never thought about it before, 
just that I was raised that such things were wrong.  My mother would faint if 
she had any idea what we were planning right now.” Then she grinned a little 
and I knew it was going to be OK when she added, “And besides, you’re husband 
looks really cute.”

While I wasn't so sure Steve would appreciate being called “cute”, I 
understood what she was trying to say.  Heck, I thought the same thing 
myself!

A couple of older women came in then which sort of cut the conversation 
short.   There was no sense in just waiting around so we headed back to the 
booth.  We were about to turn the corner to our booth when I pulled her arm 
gently to stop.

“Tamara... how old are you?”

“Twenty-three.”

I looked at her in the eyes and asked her again how old she REALLY was.  She 
seems a little exasperated then and I found myself wishing I hadn’t 
questioned her.

“I KNOW I don’t look it but you can see my driver’s license.  I turned 23 the 
day after we got married.  Nobody ever believes me so don’t worry about it.”

Before we sat down I took off my coat and hung it on the post by our booth. 

“Nice dress,” Leon spoke up, his eyes zeroing in on my bust and exposed 
cleavage immediately.  He could hardly be blamed as compared to little Tamara 
I was stacked! I’ve heard it said if you want to lose weight, hang around 
with fat people and it will seem like you have.  Well, the same goes for 
boobs.  If you want yours to look bigger, hang around with small-breasted 
women.

“So where did you guys meet?” Leon asked.  Steve told him how he and I had 
been high school sweethearts, how we’d been separated for years after his 
mother was transferred, and then how we had met up again the previous summer 
when he and his mom had moved back to the area.

“That’s really sweet,” Leon said and then Steve asked him how he and Tamara 
had met.  That was something that I was curious about as well so I leaned 
forward which also caused my boobs to spill out all the more - a point not 
lost on Leon. 

“We met at a church picnic my senior year,” Leon said, putting his arm around 
Tamara and hugging her.  “Even though Tam her was just a freshman we just 
clicked.  After I got out of college I proposed to her and a couple of years 
later we got married.”

I looked at Tamara who just smiled across the table from my me.  Steve was 
watching her like a hawk although with the way her blouse was shut at the top 
there was no chance of getting a view of her small boobs. 

“So you two been doing.... ‘this’ for long now?” Leon asked Steve.  I glanced 
again at Tamara who just rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. It was 
like the two guys were having the conversation while the women kept quiet and 
in their places.

“Actually we just signed up with the group earlier in the year,” Steve 
explained, not volunteering any more detail than absolutely necessary.  He 
also didn't mention anything about what we’d been doing since we were 
teenagers.

“Well as you know, this is our first time,” Leon said softly, leaning over 
the table so we could hear him.  I mean like we’ve never done anything like 
this before.  Heck, neither of us has been with anyone else period.”

For some reason I could buy that line when it came to Tamara but I have to 
admit I was starting to question Leon.  He looked every bit his 26 years and 
if anything could have passed for a few more.  If what they’d been saying was 
true then he’d kept his virginity until he was 24.  Heck, I‘d never met a 24 
year-old virgin before.  The thing is with guys there’s no hymen to check, 
you just have to take their word for it.  Well, if Tamara was OK with it then 
I suppose I should be as well.

“Well, so what do you think of my wife Leon?” Steve said although his eyes 
were on the cute little girl across the table.

“She’s hot,” Leon grinned.  Short and sweet but that was enough for me and it 
was time to step in and move things along.

“Ummmmm, Leon, ‘she’ is right here so you don’t have to act like I can’t 
understand what you’re saying.”

Leon sat up straight and held his hands up like he was being arrested. “So 
sorry Kelly, I didn't mean anything bad at all.  I was just trying to tell 
your lucky husband there what as babe he has for a wife.”

I looked at Tamara who was just sitting there with her hands in her lap, not 
saying a word.  It was hard to read her and I wasn't sure if that was a good 
thing or bad.  Our dinner came then and for the next ten minutes or so the 
conversation shifted back to the food, where to eat in the area and such.   
Once we were getting close to being finished, Steve perked up and suggested 
that Tamara and I switch places.  Tamara looked at me and I smiled at her, 
trying to encourage her.  She stood up, looking tentative and then I sat down 
in her place, leaving her with nowhere to go but next to Steve.

“You’re really small,” Steve said as he put his arm around her. She didn't 
pull away but then she didn't exactly jump in his lap either.

Leon took his cue and put his arm around me.  I looked at Steve who just 
nodded almost imperceptibly and so I scooted over to be tight up against 
Leon.  His hand went to my bare upper arm and held me while I allowed my hand 
to move to the top of his leg.

“So you guys just got married a few weeks ago?” Leon asked, the first time 
he’d addressed me directly.

“Almost four weeks now,” I replied, moving my hand over until it was on top 
of the bulge that was growing under his jeans. 

“Wow, makes me feel like we’ve been married forever,” Leon laughed, “It’s 
four MONTHS for us now.”

“So how old are you again Leon,” I asked.  Her replied that he was 26. 
“That’s my age too... when’s your birthday?”

It turned out he was older than me - by three days.  March 4, 1985 was his 
birthday. That put him a couple of years behind Steve although had I seen 
them on the street together without knowing either one I might have said just 
the opposite.

Tamara jumped just a little and from the angle of Steve’s arm I had a pretty 
good idea.  It must have been frustrating to him that she was wearing such a 
long skirt.  Usually when he put his hand on my leg under the table there 
wasn't a whole lot for him to get out of the way.  Still, she hung in there 
like a trooper and didn’t try to move away from him or anything negative.

Grinning at Steve, I leaned over to whisper in Leon’s ear.  “Have you ever 
had a hand job in a restaurant?”

“Here?... Now?” he blurted out, not so loud anyone around us would hear but 
enough for my husband and his wife to take notice.

“You’ll have to excuse my wife Leon,” Steve pretended to apologize, “She has 
a certain weakness for that sort of... thing.”

From there it became like a Seinfeld episode where everyone was using 
euphemisms for sexual parts rather than saying “dick” or “pussy”.  All the 
while I was rubbing Leon’s ever growing dick through his pants.  Under the 
circumstances I wasn't about to unzip him or anything with all the people 
around and walking by but it was definitely getting his attention.

“Ready for dessert?” Steve finally said.  Leon started to say something about 
being full but Steve stopped him mid-sentence to say, “I meant dessert at 
your place.”

He could have added, “you dummy” but as satisfying as that might have been I 
was glad he showed some restraint.  Sometimes it’s best to just leave things 
unsaid, no matter how great the temptation.

“Ohhhhh,” Leon mumbled and then grinned. “So how does this work?’

Rookies, I thought to myself.  I had a feeling we’d be having to take the 
lead all night from the way things were going. 

Steve signed the credit card slip - we picked up the bill for dinner while 
Leon insisted on leaving the tip.  He sat back and put his hands on the 
table.  “I would suggest we take our cars and drive to your place.  Kelly can 
go with you and Tamara here can ride with me.”

Tamara and Leon exchanged glances but they seemed to go along with Steve’s 
suggestion.  Well, things had to get started sooner or later so the sooner 
the better of you asked me.

We all laughed when we got out to the parking lot as it turned out that we 
had parked right next to them.  Like, what were the odds? Tamara seemed 
surprised that we drove a large pickup truck while I was taken a bit off-
guard as well to see they drove a Toyota Prius.  Sort of two opposites in 
terms of the environment.  Steve opened the driver’s door for Tamara who 
looked confused at first but then realized his intentions so she hopped up 
into the bench seat.   Meanwhile, Leon beeped his car alarm fob on his 
keychain and we each got in ourselves.  I’d never been in one of these and 
the first thing I noted was I missed the bench seat in Steve’s pickup! Oh 
well, it would be a short trip if nothing else.

Steve waited for us to pull out first as he had no idea where to go.  As Leon 
fastened his seat belt I left mine undone and let my skirt ride up a bit to 
let me him get a much better view of my legs than he’d had in the restaurant.

“So are you ready for this Leon?” I asked softly, “Tamara seems a bit 
apprehensive.”

“Oh don’t worry, once she gets going I’m sure it will be fine,” he assured me 
as we maneuvered back to the highway. 

“Does she ever masturbate in the car when you drive?”

Leon just laughed saying, “No way... she’s not exactly what you call a 
‘public’ girl.  I mean, you saw how she dressed.” He paused to look at me 
again and then grinned.  “I take it you’re a bit more adventuresome.”

“Oh a little,” I sighed, trying not to sound too slutty, “Would it turn you 
on to see me playing while you drove.”

Leon let out a long breath as he looked in the driver’s mirror to merge.  
“Like duh! What guy would say no unless he was gay? And even then he probably 
still would.”

“You mean like this?” I teased as I pulled up my skirt to my waist and 
reached down inside my panties to touch myself.

“Wow, you don’t waste any time, do you?”

“I can stop if you want.”

Leon raised his hand and saved me to continue.  “Are you kidding me? You can 
do that all day so far as I’m concerned.”

I finally figured out how to lay the seat back which made it much easier. I 
kept my hand inside my thing so in the dim light he really couldn't actually 
see anything, just the movement of my hand under the flimsy material.

“I love to play with myself Leon... does Tamara use her fingers or does she 
like toys?”

“Hell if I know,” he grumbled as he tried to watch me without getting us 
killed as we quickly approached the next exit. “She say she doesn’t and I’ve 
never seen her do it.”

“Not even during sex?”

“Shit, I’ve tried... even pushed her hand down there but she always pulls 
back.”

“Mmmmmmm, poor girl doesn’t know what she’s missing...,” I sighed as I rubbed 
my clit.

While I firmly believe that 100% of men masturbate (I go with the 80% admit 
they do and the other 20% are liars), I HAVE known a few girls that really 
don’t masturbate although they have been few and far between.  One of my 
college roomies was actually against it as she considered it the equivalent 
of “sex” and she was saving herself for marriage.  Now whether or not she 
started after she got married, I’ll never know but it seemed pretty dumb to 
me at the time.

“I bet YOU do, don’t you Leon?”

That brought a smile to his face and maybe had the light been brighter I 
could have seen if he was blushing.

“I knew it... all men do so it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

We were getting downtown and I figured probably pretty close to their house 
so I quickly pulled my things down my legs and off around my heels.  I looped 
it over the rear view mirror like a garter after a prom date.

“There, something to remember the trip by,” I said as I smoothed out my dress 
again, “I’ve been told they make nice air fresheners as well.”

Leon laughed again at that one as we pulled into the narrow driveway of an 
older home.  Steve parked on the street behind us as we all got out and 
followed Leon to the front door.  I noticed Steve had his arm around Tamara 
but it wasn't like they were looking like teenagers in love quite yet as she 
had her hands in her coat pocket.

“Well?” I whispered to Steve as we approached the door.  He just looked at me 
and shrugged.  Evidently Tamara hadn’t been as open as I had been with Leon 
which didn't exactly surprise me.  For that matter I hadn’t been all that 
crazy with Leon either when you take into account what I’ve done with other 
men in similar circumstances.

Leon unlocked the front door and we all stepped into the home which looked to 
be maybe a hundred years old.  Well, maybe that was an exaggeration but it 
was not new by any means.  Even the furniture had a old look to it and the 
carpet would have been politely referred to as “retro”. 

“This was my parent’s house,” Leon explained, as if an explanation was in 
order in the first place, “They’ve retired to Arizona so they left it to me.  
“Tamara is working to fix it up, aren’t you babe?”

Tamara looked more embarrassed than anything but she smiled and started to 
talk about the new furniture they were looking at, almost as if she was 
taking advantage of the opportunity to go off on a tangent and NOT discuss 
the large elephant sitting in the corner of the room.


Chapter 4 - Getting Things Started
==================================

One of the things I love about Steve is that he is one of the few guys with 
whom I don’t feel I have to always be the one to push or take the lead when 
it comes to sex.  I guess it all started when we first dated and he was the 
older, mature high school junior while I was just an incoming freshman who 
had never been on a serious date until I was with him.  Steve had been the 
“experienced” one back than as everything was new to me and he loved to push 
my boundaries.  You could probably say he is more responsible for me becoming 
the school slut than anyone else.

Having gotten off to a good start, when Steve left I never looked back and 
took full advantage of whatever opportunities came my way - plus those I 
worked on making happen myself.  It didn't take long to learn that you never 
sit home alone on a Friday or Saturday night when they guys know they’re 
guaranteed a BJ in return for paying for the movie or dinner.  While I never 
had sex with a teacher while I was in high school (or college for that 
matter), I’m fairly certain my grade point average wasn't hurt by flashing 
and flirting with the male teachers - and even a few of the female ones.

By the time Steve reentered my life, I’d had sex with literally hundreds of 
men if you count the nameless guys lined up at parties and such.  As for 
blowjobs, God only knows as I certainly have no idea.  I’d graduated with 
honors both academically and sexually, near the top of my class while earning 
an awesome reputation.

In the twelve years since I’d given my virginity to Steve, there wasn't a lot 
I hadn’t tried at least once.  In college I even did some escorting for a 
short time and while it only lasted for five guys, it taught me a lot about 
men and their fantasies.  I went back to escorting after school when I had 
some problems with my teaching career but it was largely non-sexual.  My 
philosophy has always been to try things at least once just so I can say I 
did it.  While I really don’t like anal, I have done it although somewhat 
reluctantly.  My friend Nancy even got me to let her dog fuck me.  Now THAT 
was something I swore would never happen again and hasn’t except for one time 
when I volunteered but that was to help someone out.  In the past year I’ve 
even had sex with young kids just to please my father.  On THAT issue I’m 
torn as while I can’t say I didn't enjoy it, there is just something about it 
that makes me uneasy.

As for Steve, he never spoke a lot about his sexual exploits while we were 
separated but I’d had plenty of hints that he was just as “active” with the 
girls as he had been in high school.  We agreed early on that neither of us 
had to provide a history to the other and that we would start fresh.  
Granted, there was always my diary on-line that he could have read but so far 
as I know, he has never looked at it.

With Steve it was always fun and exciting as I never knew what he would do 
next.   As for him, I like to think he was just as interested in what I would 
do next and I tried my best to keep things fresh between us.  Both of us love 
public sex which helps.  I don’t mean actually being watched although that IS 
a fantasy of mine but rather situations where we aren’t but COULD be seen.  I 
love to flirt with men and Steve has always encouraged that side of me, even 
betting me at times as to whether or not I could get a guy to fuck me and 
then as a bonus, how long it would take.

One of my favorite things to do with Steve is to go out on a date where I 
promise to do anything he says, no matter what.  To make this fun, you really 
do have to do everything as once you start making exceptions it sort of 
spoils the entire evening.  For most people I’m not sure it would work as in 
addition to being pretty crazy you also have to trust the other person 
explicitly.  While I promise Steve that I will never say “no”, sort of our 
own private version of the “Just say YES” campaign, I also trust that he will 
never ask me to do anything that would be harmful or embarrassing.  If you 
want a true test of your relationship, try playing this game as you’ll 
quickly find out whether or not you can really trust the other person.

I say all this because at this moment you couldn't ask for two different 
couples to be in the same room together.  Steve and I had been in similar 
situations dozens of times before, not always as a couple but in some sort of 
party situation.  The last time we’d done something like this we barely even 
got comfortable before we split off to separate bedrooms for the night.  Leon 
and Tamara were a different case.  Now that we were actually in their house, 
I couldn't help but wonder of one or both of them was having second thoughts.  
It wouldn’t have been hard to understand as many people find that playing on 
the Internet with the anonymity it provides makes it easy to say things you 
never would in person.  Now that we were all face-to-face in person, there 
was no hiding behind the keyboard, this was the real deal.

“So ummmmm, how does this sort of thing usually get started?” Leon asked, 
fidgeting a bit as he rocked from one foot to the other.

Steve started to answer but knowing him, he would have been direct and to the 
point, NOT what was needed about now judging by the look of desperation on 
Tamara’s face.  She was smiling but it looked very forced and there was no 
laughter behind it.

“Maybe it might help if Steve and Tamara sat over there on the couch while 
you and me got things started,” I offered.  Steve looked at me a little 
quizzically as he knew from past experience that I liked to just be alone 
with the guy when we swapped but from the grin that followed I knew he was 
more than willing to sit back and watch his wife go to work on another man.

“Sounds good to me,” Leon said and then looked at his own wife, “That OK with 
you Tam?”

If anything she seemed a bit relieved as she nodded without saying anything.   
Steve sat down and she took a seat next to him, maybe a little less than a 
foot separating them.  Steve wasn't going to let that continue though as he 
put his arm around her and pulled her up next to him.  She didn't resist but 
then it wasn't like she threw herself at him either.

“So it’s me and you,” I said gently, taking Leon’s hand in mine as I led him 
to a large overstuffed chair across from the couch with a tacky coffee table 
in between.  It was one of those large heavy dark-stained pine monstrosities 
that you see in the cheap furniture stores but that also made it perfect for 
what I had in mind.

Deliberately ignoring my husband and his wife, I moved the flower arrangement 
from the coffee table to the floor which left it bare - the perfect stage.   
Being careful not to fall on my heels, I stepped up on the table and then 
stood there facing Leon as he sat upright in the chair watching me.  It was 
then I noticed the front drapes weren’t pulled but with only a single lamp on 
in the corner of the room it wasn't like there was a spotlight on me.  
Besides, the neighborhood looked deserted when we pulled in and I always get 
a bit turned on by supporting other people’s voyeuristic tendencies.

We’d taken off our coats upon entering, hanging them up in a small closet by 
the entrance so all I had on was my dress.  Indeed, after leaving my thong in 
the car ALL I had on was my dress if you discount jewelry and heels.  That 
didn't exactly lend itself to a sexy strip tease but I would just have to 
make do.   Seeing Leon’s eyes fixated on me, I didn't think he would mind one 
way or the other.

“I’m gonna strip for you now but you have to help out,” I said as I started 
to sway back and forth slowly, running my hands down my sides and hips.  Leon 
looked at me expectantly so I continued with, “I want you to pull that cock 
out for me to watch... stroke it so I know you like what you see.”

Leon glanced over at Tamara before he caught himself and looked back at me 
again.  I cupped my boobs in my hands through my dress, waiting patiently for 
him to do his part without saying anything further.  He knew what I wanted so 
now it was his turn to make a difference.

It didn't take long for him to make up his mind.  Slouching in the chair, he 
undid his belt and then lifted up his hips so he could undo the zipper and 
then undo the pants so he could open the flaps.  Reaching through the opening 
in his jockey shorts, he struggled at first to get it out and when he finally 
did it was easy to see why he had problems.  His dick was already practically 
fully erect making it hard to get out of the silly flap in the front of his 
shorts.

“Mmmmmmm, now that’s what I wanted to see,” I purred, slowly raising my dress 
up my legs, getting it up to where it was just below my pussy.  It was enough 
to tease but not show anything.  “Now stroke it... I want to see you jerk off 
for me.”

Once again Leon’s eyes shot behind me to where his wife was seated but then 
he saw that I was watching and he quickly returned them to me.  I wondered if 
Steve was getting his dick out yet.  It wouldn’t have surprised me as he took 
about any excuse he could to jerk off.  Sometimes I swear he likes to jerk 
off as much as love to play with myself.

“That’s it... now tell me what to do,” I said soothingly, pulling my dress up 
with one hand while pulling it down with the other and then switching 
directions.

“Just take the damn dress off,” he said, the smile on his face disarming the 
directness of his statement.

“Not yet... in time,” I assured him but I did lift it up so my bare ass was 
now exposed to the audience behind me and my shaved pussy was visible to the 
horny guy in front of me.

“Oh, I suppose I should tell you that I left my thong on the rear view 
mirror,” I said jokingly over my shoulder to Tamara, “It needed to dry off.”

Oh to see Tamara’s face now! I resisted the temptation as I knew it would 
just increase her anxieties if we made eye contact.  Still, I wondered what 
her reaction was to my announcement about my missing thong?

“You liked watching me masturbate in the car, didn't you Leon,” I teased as I 
started to rub my pussy by first cupping it with my palm between my legs and 
then pressing my middle finger inside of me.  As horny as I was it slipped in 
easily.

Leon was stroking his dick with one had as he stared at my exposed crotch.  
He didn't even blink! I knew from her nudes that Tamara just trimmed her 
pussy so had Leon ever seen a shaved pussy that wasn't on a porn site on the 
Internet?  His erection looked so yummy and hard and I loved the way he 
twisted his hand slightly on it each time he got up to the head.  I couldn't 
wait to get my mouth on it!

When I first got the idea to table dance for Leon, my thoughts had been 
around doing a slow strip tease while seeing if I could get him to jerk off.   
Eventually I would get nude and then have him stand up and let me kneel on 
the table as suck it for his wife and my husband to watch, closely followed 
by him fucking me.  Eventually that should get things started for Steve and 
Tamara after which we could then go our separate ways for a while. 

Seeing how horny Leon was, I started having second thoughts about my original 
plan.  Damn, I bet I would just get my mouth around him and he’d blow! Well, 
there were always options...

“I love watching you jerk off Leon,” I said as seductively as I could, “I 
think you want to fuck me, don’t you?”

Leon was breathing more heavily now so he just nodded - not good enough for 
me.

“You know Leon, when a guy wants to fuck me it’s only polite that he ask,” I 
hinted broadly.  He just nodded again so I reiterated myself saying, “Well, 
do you want to or don’t you?”

“I want to,” he gasped.

“Want to what Leon?”

“I want to fuck you,” he finally said.  Good boy! I had to suppress a giggle 
as I felt like I needed to throw him a treat or something like a puppy who 
had just learned a new trick.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” I encouraged him as I carefully dismounted the 
coffee table and stood in front of him, “At least not as hard as that nice 
dick I see.”

Without looking back at the couple behind me, I crawled up on the chair with 
my dress bunched up around my waist.  Straddling his legs, I scooted up until 
his lovely erection was right under my wet and hungry pussy.

“Now fuck me Leon... put that hard dick in my cunt.”

Normally the word “cunt” was not part of my vocabulary unless I was cursing 
another woman.  While some people think slut is a put-down, I think it’s a 
compliment.  I reserve other words for women I don’t like such as whore and 
yes, cunt.  Still, I knew men well enough to know that they like a girl to 
talk dirty and what is more dirty than for a girl to call her own pussy a 
cunt?

Leon didn't say anything in response but I could feel him working his dick 
around under me, trying to hit the mark but failing miserably.  Rap, I was 
just as anxious to feel it in me as he was so I reached down and grabbed it 
from him, easily getting it in the right spot to where it slipped up inside 
of me like it was greased.  I put my full weight on him and sank down to his 
lap, burying his dick in me completely.

“Oh god that feels so good in me Leon,” I moaned as I wiggled my hips just 
enough to feel it move inside of me.

I put my hands on his shoulders and lowered my head so I could see down to 
his crotch where my bare pussy was pressed up tightly against his coarse 
pubic hair.   I could just make out the base of his dick in the dim light 
where it disappeared inside of me.  It was quite a sight and it never failed 
to turn me on to think that that very thing I saw disappearing up my pussy 
was causing those incredible sensations inside of me.

Leon’s hands found my ass and he squeezed each butt cheek in one hand as I 
started to rock slowly on his cock.  I wasn't lifting myself up and down so 
much as I was rocking back and forth, causing him to move in me but for the 
most part keeping the entire cock in me as much as possible.

A little of that and I decided it was time to up the ante a bit and stop 
pretending to ignore my audience.  Lifting myself up, I let his hard cock 
flop out of me as I stood up on the chair and then twisted myself around 
until I was facing Steve and Tamara with my bare butt in Leon’s face.  Steve 
was grinning from ear to ear and I noticed his arm was further around Tamara 
now until he had his hand over her small boob over her blouse.  As for her, 
she wasn't pushing him away but then I couldn't see that she was 
reciprocating in any way either as her hands were in her lap still.

Once again I found myself wishing for a camera as I watched Tamara.  It 
wasn't that she was doing much, if anything it was the blank look on her face 
that caught my attention more than anything.  It was sort of like, “I can’t 
believe this is happening” sort of thing yet at the same time she wasn't 
turning her eyes away either as I would have expected if she was really upset 
about things.

“OK Tamara, watch now... your hubby’s dick wants back in me again.”

This time I lowered myself down as I face Steve and Tamara, grabbing Leon’s 
erection when I got low enough and used it to rub my pussy first.  I couldn’t 
help but shudder when the head of his dick ran over my slippery clit. 

“Do you ever masturbate using your husband’s dick?” I asked Tamara as I 
rubbed myself with that very same dick.  She shook her head silently so I 
said, “You really should try sometime... he feels soooooo good against me.”

Enough of that as I pushed the head back until I felt it just under me and 
then I lowered myself down on him, easily taking him in this time being so 
wet and freshly fucked.

“Oh my god Tamara, he feels so good in me,” I gasped as I dropped down to my 
knees and then sat down on Leon’s lap.  My dress kept trying to fall down to 
hide things but I pulled it backup and tucked it out of the way.  Leon’s 
hands went around me again but this time they found my boobs and like my butt 
cheeks, he took one in each hand and squeezed. 

There was no sense in making him rub through my dress so I lifted it up and 
over my head, leaving me all but naked on his lap with just my heels on for 
the moment at least.  It was sort of interesting as I was the only one 
undressed.   Steve and Tamara hadn’t even unbuttoned yet and while Leon’s 
dick was out in the open, or as open as it could be while in my pussy, the 
rest of him still bore the same clothes he wore at dinner.

“Fuck I’m going to cum,” Leon gasped as he seemed to try to push me off his 
dick like he didn't want to cum in me.  Well, that was too bad as I was in 
control which meant I got to say where he came and there was only one option 
so far as I was concerned - my pussy.

“Watch close Tamara... he’s about to cum inside of me,” I gasped as I worked 
my pussy on his cock.  No sooner than the words were out of my mouth then 
Leon let out a loud groan and I could feel his hot sperm being ejaculated in 
me like tiny blooms of warmth deep in my lower belly.

“Oh yeah, that’s it Leon, fill me with your cum,” I sighed as I planted 
myself down firmly around his dick.  Of course by then he already had!

I was so proud of my husband.  Seeing me getting fucked with the hot girl 
next to him had to be a tremendous temptation but he was behaving like a 
gentleman.   Heck, he wasn't even stroking himself which in and of itself was 
a major accomplishment.  It was time for his reward...

Lifting myself off of him, I cupped my pussy to keep everything in me and 
quickly made my way until I was sitting on the coffee table in front to the 
two of them.  I leaned back and put my legs on the couch, one between each of 
their legs. Taking my hand off my pussy, I could feel Leon’s cum drain from 
me, flowing down between my buttocks and dripping onto the coffee table top.

“So what do you think Tamara?” I pushed her a little, “How does it feel to 
see your hubby’s cum dripping out of my cunt?”

Tamara didn't say anything at first so Steve stepped in with, “Well, I can 
say that for ME, it’s pretty damn hot.”

Steve gave Tamara’s little boob a squeeze which seemed to waken her from 
whatever world she was in.

“Oh my god,” was all she said as she put her hand to her mouth.

“See how turned on my husband is seeing your husband’s cum draining from my 
pussy?” I told her, “I bet your husband would feel the same way, don’t you?”

Her eyes widened as she immediately caught on to what I was hinting at for 
her to do.  Steve was in on it too and I could see from the way he was 
looking down at her that he was more than anxious to get a piece of her.

Steve looked at me and I nodded.  Nothing more needed to be said as we both 
knew what was coming next - or should I say WHO was cumming next?

Leaning over, Steve put his hand under her chin and turned her head towards 
him as he kissed her on the lips.  At first she didn't respond but then she 
seemed to relax just a bit and returned the favor to him.  Soon I could see 
his tongue pushing against her tight lips and I smiled as I saw them part and 
allow it to enter and explore.  Steve kept kissing her as he reached down and 
lifted her legs so she was sitting across his lap, supported by his other arm 
behind her so she didn't fall backwards.

Meanwhile, I had gotten myself out of the way and returned to sit sideways on 
Leon’s lap so my legs hung over the arm while I leaned back against the other 
arm.  Leon was watching my husband fooling around with his wife but that 
didn't stop him from taking advantage of having a nude girl on his lap and 
feeling me up.  He seemed to stay away from my pussy as it was a bit messy 
with his cum (soooooo typical of a guy) which meant my boobs were his primary 
target.  He seemed to be a nipple guy, pulling them and letting the backs of 
his fingers trace circles around them.  As for me, he still had his dick out 
so at least I was able to feel it pressing against my bottom and there was no 
mistaking that he was ready to go for it again.  THAT could wait as I thought 
it best we both concentrate on other matters for the moment.

Steve and Tamara continued to kiss and I knew it was Steve’s way of keeping 
her having to think about who was watching by distracting her from seeing us.  
It wasn't long before he had his hand up her skirt and was pushing it between 
her legs which for the moment she held tightly together.  It took a little 
persuasion but she parted them just enough for him to get up between them and 
to her crotch where he lifted back her skirt to show us all her pink nylon 
panties.   Showing unusual restraint for him, he didn’t immediately try to 
take them off or pull them to the side but instead starting to rub her 
through the slippery material.

At first there was no reaction but then slowly, ever so slowly, she couldn't 
hold back the feelings that I knew had to be building up inside of her.  At 
first it was just a slight movement that I would have missed had I not been 
watching so intently but that was followed by a quick thrust of her hips as 
Steve continued to massage her clit through her panties.  Still he held back, 
waiting for her to react more strongly.

“Ohhhhh,” she suddenly gasped and then returned to her lip lock with my 
husband.   That was his cue to pull her panties to the side and for the first 
time I saw her cute little pussy.  I say cute because frankly, not all 
pussies ARE cute.   She was an “innie” in that her labia were not prominent 
and her pussy looked almost childlike at first until Steve started to run his 
finger up in between her already wet pussy lips. 

“She has a nice pussy,” I whispered to Leon.  He just nodded and kept his 
eyes staring at his wife as she was being felt up by another man. 

“Ohhhhh,” she gasped again as Steve pushed one finger inside of her, holding 
it still once her had as much of it in her as he could reach.

I saw Steve whisper something to her but couldn't hear what it was.  Then I 
watched as she started to unbutton her blouse so Steve wouldn’t have to 
removed his hand from between her legs.  Once it was undone she pulled it 
apart, revealing a lacey black bra that easily covered her small breasts.  
This time Steve had to do some of the work so he pulled his hand from between 
her legs and reached around her to undo her bra.  Soon she was topless with 
the blouse and bra on the floor with just her skirt and panties on.

Had I seen nothing but her bust line, I would have guessed her to be maybe a 
young teenage at best or even an early developing preteen.  Her nude photos 
had shown them off to their best advantage that much as for sure, as now they 
looked to be barely out the training bra stage.  Just goes to show what a 
good photographer can do for you.  Fortunately Steve had never been a big 
boob man or else he would have never been drawn to me back when I was 
fourteen with a bust not much bigger than Tamara’s.  Steve was an ass man to 
the core, followed closely by legs which worked to my strengths when I was 
young.  Indeed, to this day I still consider my ass and legs to be my best 
assets which is likely why my favorite hoe attire is a t-shirt with no 
bottoms.

As for the skirt and panties, the panties didn't last much longer as he slid 
them down her thighs and then down and off her feet such that all she had 
left was a skirt pulled up around her flat belly.  It wasn't in the way so 
Steve didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to take it off.  Then again, I 
knew he liked me to wear a little bit of something rather than be fully nude, 
as if it was more naughty to be mostly undressed than naked.

At the moment that left both men fully clothed, with Leon’s cock out but 
otherwise nothing had been taken off, while both girls were either naked or 
all but naked.  We might not be barefoot and pregnant these days but when it 
came to sex, men seem to like their women to get naked first.  Not that I’m 
complaining...

I was enjoying the feeling of Leon’s hands on my breasts as Steve lowered 
Tamara to her back and then slid out from under her so she was laying on the 
couch on her back.  Lifting one leg until her foot was on the top of the 
couch, he slid the other over to it fell over the side of the couch, leaving 
her cute little pussy spread wide open for him.  At this point the 
possibilities were endless so I watched wondering where Steve would go next.

Once again I was impressed by my husband’s restraint as I knew there was 
nothing more he wanted than to drop his pants and fuck this little girl.  
Rather than jump to the obvious, instead he got in between her legs and then 
reached under he to cup her bottom in his hands.  Then he leaned down, 
lifting her up to eat her pussy like he was lifting a large watermelon to his 
face.  Her eyes were tightly shut but she was clearly enjoying it and well 
she should.  Steve isn't the type that always likes to eat pussy but when he 
does, DAMN is he good! So many men don’t seem to have a clue what a woman 
wants but not Steve.  Frankly, when we first dated he wasn't all that good 
but by the time we’d hooked up again someone must have given him some 
outstanding lessons.

For the first time Tamara started to react on her own as her hands moved to 
her small boobs, holding them like a security blanket as this stranger licked 
and kissed and sucked on her pussy.  Once the ice was broken, it seemed she 
was replaced by another woman as in the space of a few moments she 
transformed from this quiet, shy and reserved girl to a loud sexy girl 
begging for more.

“Right there.... yeah that’s it, right there,” she instructed him as his 
tongue worked around her soaking wet pussy.  Her hips lifted off the couch on 
their own as if she was trying to push her pussy up against his face.  Steve 
pulled one hand from underneath her and pushed a finger into her pussy, 
fucking her with his index finger as she humped like a whore in heat. 

“Oh god,” she cried out as she started to cum.  Lucky girl, she got to cum 
before me! Her petite body literally shook as her orgasm rose within her.  
She stopped talking at that point and just moaned loudly as Steve tried a 
second finger in her.

Steve had shown remarkable restraint up to this point, EXTREMELY remarkable 
in my opinion so I guess it didn't surprise me when he tried to push the 
boundaries a little bit.  Tamara was still moaning and humping on his finger 
when her pulled the second dinger out and tried pushing the wet digit up her 
asshole.

“What the....?” she suddenly cried out as her eyes popped open.  She started 
to reach down but Steve was relentless, pushing it in her even as she tried 
to push his hand away.  I could relate as having anything up my butt wasn't 
exactly a thrill to me but at the same time I knew that when it came to sex 
and Steve wanted something, he didn't take no for an answer too often.

“Owwww!” she cried angrily, squirming her butt as the invader pushed in 
deeper.   Steve had his mouth back on her pussy though and soon she was 
struggling as on the one hand she was loving the feeling of his tongue on her 
while on the other hand she wasn't too happy about where his other finger 
was.

Steve evidently had achieved his immediate goal and so he pulled away and 
quickly stripped.  I was so proud of my naked husband! Tamara also seemed to 
enjoy the sight of this nude stranger with the hard dick pointing out from 
him like a branch from a tree.

“Mmmmmmm, my hubby’s gonna fuck your wife now I think,” I whispered again to 
Leon.  He didn’t reply but I could feel him shifting himself under me as his 
dick grew even harder.  If there was any anxiety over seeing his wife have 
sex with another man, nobody had informed his cock, that was for sure.  I 
parted my legs just enough to let it slip up between my legs until I could 
just see the tip of it appear between my naked thighs.

Leaving her on her back, Steve mounted Tamara, using one arm to keep his 
weight off of her while his other hand guided his erect dick. I was sort of 
hoping she would take over and replace his hand but she had her arms to the 
side, laying there still as she waited for the inevitable.

“Fuck her Steve... fuck her for me,” I encouraged him, acting as his 
cheerleader on the sidelines as he got ready to make the big play.

Another moment and he did just that.  Once he had the head in her he let go 
of his hard cock and now had one hand on each side of her as he used his hips 
to thrust himself deeper into her.  She must have been pretty tight as it 
took several tries before he was even half-way in her.  From there he gave 
one really hard push and they both groaned loudly together as he buried 
himself in her.

As much as I knew Steve loved watching men fuck me, from my side I really 
wasn't that much into watching Steve fuck other girls.  I don’t think its 
jealousy or anything as I am VERY secure when it comes to our relationship 
and marriage.  I just don’t get turned on by it.  Well, that was under most 
conditions.  There WERE times when I have to say it DOES turn me on to watch 
him fuck another woman, starting with my mom.  After listening so many years 
to her fantasize about the day I would have a husband for her to fuck, seeing 
her dream come true was one of the more erotic moments of my life.  One other 
time I remember and that was when he did this cute little twelve year-old at 
a family party.  Well, now I can add a third one - little Tamara.

Perhaps one reason it was so erotic to watch Steve fuck her was she seemed so 
small under him.  In fact, she wasn’t all that much bigger than that twelve 
year-old he’d done.  Perhaps it was a peek into the future when someday he 
fucked his own daughter - IF that should ever happen.  Given Steve’s feelings 
about incest the odds weren’t all that great such a thing will happen but 
that doesn’t mean I can’t dream about it.  Watching him fuck her now, slowly 
and gently, like a father bringing his daughter into womanhood, was just 
something I couldn't stop watching.  Not even the pressure of Leon’s own 
erection up against my pussy as I tightened my legs around him was enough to 
distract me.

“So what do you think Leon? How does it feel to see your wife with another 
man’s dick in her?”

Leon didn't answer at first but when I glanced back at him I saw it was not 
because he wasn’t answering me so much as he was fixated on the incredible 
scene taking place in front of us.  Steve had now twisted Tamara’s upper leg 
up and over and he had laid in between her and the back of the couch so they 
were now spooning as he cradled her in his arms to keep her from falling over 
the edge of the couch.  What I liked best was that it offered the perfect 
view of his dick as it entered and pulled out of her pussy, not to mention 
her hand over her tiny breast and the intense look of pleasure on her face.  
If she was still aware of us watching there was no sign of it.

“Well?” I asked again.

“I can’t believe this,” he replied hoarsely, like his mouth was as dry as a 
desert and he could barely speak, “She loves it.”

Well THAT was obvious but then I wasn't sure what he meant by that.  Was he 
simply making an observation, stating the obvious, or did he mean that he 
couldn't believe that she was loving it, as if her couldn't believe another 
man could make her feel the way she was feeling right now.  Then again, maybe 
he was a little upset that perhaps she was feeling TOO good, that she was 
loving it more than anything he had been able to accomplish with her.

“I think she likes my husband’s cock in her, don’t you?” I returned.  Perhaps 
I was being a little naughty by pushing him a bit on the subject.  Hopefully 
he wouldn’t get TOO upset and bring everything to halt with some sort of 
jealousy tantrum. Fortunately he was more mature than I had worried.

“She certainly seems to,” he said slowly.  Then he squeezed my boobs tighter 
and it was his turn to push.  “But then YOU seemed to like MY dick in you 
while your husband watched if I recall.”

I smiled at him while keeping one eye on the happy couple a few feet away.   
Tamara had cum again and her pussy was so aroused now I could actually hear 
Steve’s cock as it sloshed in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

“Well, after he cums in her maybe you can put it in me again... it you really 
want to.”

“Fuck, I’m ready NOW,” he growled, shifting himself under me to move his dick 
even tighter up against my pussy.

“There’s no rush,” I assured him, “I want to see my husband cum in your wife 
first.”

I COULD have said I wanted to “see him cum in her first” but if I’ve learned 
anything about turning on guys over the years, it’s how to talk to them.  
“him” and “her” was impersonal.  OK, so the act was sexy but where was that 
personal connection? “Steve” and “Tamara” wasn't that much better.  But 
calling them “my husband” and “your wife” added that personal touch which 
seemed to turn men on so much more.  It’s like when I chat to men about their 
desires for their daughters.  Saying “your daughter” always seemed to turn 
them on so much more than just “she” or using her name.  As my mom use to say 
when cooking dinner, “It’s all in the presentation” and that applied to sex 
as much as Thanksgiving Dinner.

Unlike Leon, who was ready to shoot his load so quick I skipped my one of my 
favorite parts - sucking his dick, Steve was more experienced and knew how to 
control himself better.  Sure he was still a guy and so there were times he 
couldn’t hold back and came before he was ready but for the most part he had 
a good understanding of his personal rhythm and reactions.  Most guys would 
have cum long before now under the circumstances but not Steve.  Leon 
probably never noticed the subtle changes in penetration and speed as Steve 
would adjust his rhythm to prolong his ejaculation.  No doubt he could have 
gone on like this for quite a while more and had it been different 
circumstances, like him fucking me, I would have treasured his skill but for 
now it was keeping me from getting laid.

“Cum in her Steve... I want to see you fill her,” I called to him.  Steve 
looked at me at first like he didn't understand why I was pushing him but 
then he saw the expression on my face and understood my personal frustration.  
He just nodded but that was enough, I knew he’d gotten the message.

The change was subtle but definitely noticeable if you knew what to look for.   
Now his dick was bottoming out in her with every stroke.  When he pulled back 
he did so until just the tip of his dick was barely in her, followed quickly 
by a rapid plunge deep into her pussy.  The stroke out was slower and more 
deliberate while the thrust in was hard and fast.  Yep, my hubby was working 
it!

“Watch close, he’s about to cum,” I warned Leon and not a moment too soon.  
Not more than a few seconds afterwards Steve thrust himself up as far as he 
could into Tamara’s little pussy and I could see the muscles in his buttocks 
clench as he jerked time and time again.  I knew each time her jerked that 
meant another load of his sperm was being shot into her and from the look on 
her face, so did she.  Her eyes opened and she looked across at her husband, 
the look of pure pleasure on her face tempered in part by an expression of 
guilt as she knew that what she was feeling was maybe the best she’d ever 
been fucked in her life.

“OK, let’s go to your room,” I said as soon as Steve was done.  Show was 
over, move along...

We stood up and Leon adjusted his pants so he could walk.  I reached down and 
grabbed onto his dick like a leash and started to lead him out of them room.  
As we walked past our spouses I smiled at Steve as he just laid there with 
his dick still in Tamara, his chest heaving as he tied to catch his breath.  
Tamara was still looking at her husband, her face and upper chest flush from 
the multiple orgasm my husband had aroused in her.  I saw Leon’s eyes glance 
down to where Steve’s dick was resting in her pussy, sitting still for the 
first time since he’d first entered her.

“C’mon... don’t worry about them,” I told him as I gave his “leash” a tug.  I 
wasn’t sure where the bedroom was but at least I wanted to get out of view of 
those two so he could focus on what was important - ME.


Chapter 5 - A Strange Bed
=========================

Once he couldn’t see his wife any more, Leon seemed to come out of the 
mesmerized state he’d fallen into and seemed able to focus more on me again.  
He took my hand and led me to their bedroom.  I’d wondered where he was going 
to take me as from the size of the house I was guessing it had at least three 
bedrooms.  Previously when guys would bring me home the results varied.  Some 
guys found it erotic to fuck me in the same bed they slept with their wife, 
even going so far as to have me lay on her side of the bed and perhaps even 
wear some of her lingerie.  For others, the guilt factor seemed to dominate 
and so they would take me to a guest room or one of the kid’s rooms.  The 
fact that he brought me to their bedroom was interesting.

As soon as we got there before we said anything he quickly dropped his 
clothes and I saw him naked for the first time.  While not in Steve’s league 
he wasn’t bad either.  Leon was a little shorter and not as hard a build with 
a bit of a belly but not fat by any means.  Perhaps more importantly he had a 
dick as hard as a spear sticking straight up in the air like a missile 
launching for outer space.

This time I was going to get what I wanted at the start.  Before he could say 
anything I practically dove for the floor in front of him and once on my 
knees, all but devoured his dick.  Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good and I could 
still make out the aftertaste of my pussy on it.

“That feels so good,” he groaned.  He really seemed to be enjoying it and 
then I thought about Steve and Tamara earlier.  While I had foregone sucking 
off Leon because of my fears he would cum before he fucked me, Tamara 
shouldn’t have had any worries about Steve yet she had never sucked his dick.  
It made me start to think...

“Does Tamara give good head?” I asked, coming up for air.

He didn’t have to answer, the look on his face told me everything but I still 
wanted to hear the words.

“She’s never sucked my dick.”

Whoa! Hold the presses we have a new headline.  “Like never as in... NEVER?”

“She says it’s dirty.  She won’t let me eat her out either.”

Now THAT was interesting as she certainly hadn’t stopped Steve and from what 
I could tell, she loved it at the time.  So maybe that was part of why poor 
Leon had been a bit jealous.  Can’t say I really blamed him if my suspicions 
were all true.

“So has ANYONE ever sucked your cock?” Leon, took a second to answer as after 
I asked that I made an extra effort to suck hard on his dick.

“Oh sure, back in high school I had a girl do it but she wasn't very good... 
her teeth practically killed me.”

Ah yes, the sure sign of an amateur.

“Have you ever cum in a girl’s mouth?”

I looked up and our eyes met as I resumed sucking his erection.  He frowned 
and then shook his head.

“Tamara would never let me cum on her face, let alone in her mouth.”

Once again I marveled over the fact that a couple as inexperienced and filled 
with such issues could ever have applied for - and been accepted, into our 
swapping group.  Maybe it was more of a joke for the people who ran it to 
have this naïve couple find themselves with people who might take all sorts 
of advantage of them.

“Well you can cum on my face Leon,” I said between licks, “and in my mouth if 
you want to.”

Leon just sighed, a long drawn-out sigh that sounded almost like he’d just 
been told his cancer diagnosis was wrong and he was not really sick. 

“Get on the bed,” I told him.  He got on over the covers and laid there with 
a pillow under his head.

“Well if we’re going to do this then let’s do it right,” I told him as I got 
on the bed I think he was expecting me to get in between his legs or 
something like that so it must have surprised him when I reversed directions 
with him and straddled his face while I held myself up with hands such that 
my boobs were hanging down to his dick.

“I take it you’ve never 69’d before,” I called back to him as I lowered my 
pussy to his face while his dick was right in front of mine.  “Just remember, 
if you lick my asshole I won’t kiss you again tonight.”

Being someone who had never licked pussy before, I didn't have much hope for 
him and as it turned out, I was right although he did give it a good try.  It 
was more for him than anything so at least he could go away telling his 
friends that he’d finally ate pussy.  He didn't have to say it wasn't his 
wife’s - that would be up to him.

What I was more interested in was that nice hard dick that was aimed straight 
at my face.  Between being in this position and the fact his dick was at the 
lower end of the average scale, it was easy to take him all in.  Deep throat 
is deep throat when it comes to sucking just one guy.  The fact that all of 
HIS dick gets in my mouth is all that matters. 

He was getting close, it was just an instinct I’d developed over the years to 
know when a guys is about to cum and I’ve learned to trust that instinct.  It 
would have been easy to just stay there and take it but I wanted to make it 
more of a memory for him so without taking my mouth of hid cock I twisted 
around so I was laying sideways on the bed with my head facing him as I 
finished off his dick.

Just as he was about to spurt, I pulled it out of my mouth and held it about 
half-way yup the shaft, aiming it at my open mouth.  The first burst missed 
and hit me on the cheek but I wouldn’t tell him that it was deliberate on my 
part.   He wanted to cum on my face and so this was my way of letting him.  
The next load landed on the back of my tongue followed by another in them 
idle of my tongue.  I moved in closer so the next load also reached my mouth 
but from there the rest was on my chin and cheeks.

“So what do you think Leon? How do I look with cum makeup?”

I was sitting up now, using my finger to scrape the cum from my face and then 
licking it off.  I opened my mouth so he could see his cum pooled on my mouth 
and then closed it, swallowed, and showed him my empty mouth.

“Mmmmmmm, I LOVE cum,” I said, licking my lips as if I was a cat after a bowl 
of milk.

That was twice now for Leon and I wasn't expecting a third time but then when 
it comes to men in their mid-twenties you never can tell.  Over thirty and 
it’s pretty fair to expect two at most.  Over forty it goes to once and after 
that you’re lucky to get him once, especially if he’s on blood pressure meds! 
That doesn’t mean they can’t cum but it’s just going to be oral sex as often 
they can’t get it hard enough to fuck.  Teenagers are special - do they EVER 
go soft? At 26, Leon was in uncharted waters for me.  I suppose Tamara would 
have known but it wasn't like I could just go and ask her home many times her 
man as good fro in one evening. Well, it never hurt to try.

Leon had already pretty much gone flaccid and he laid there on his back with 
his eyes closed such that I was starting to wonder if he’d fallen asleep.  
Not that I would have been shocked or upset, it happens with men.  Damn, how 
many times had I been left to my own fingers when a guy started snoozing 
after he’d cum? I coughed gently and his eyes opened.

“Sorry, was just thinking,” he mused, “You looked so hot with my cum in your 
mouth.  Why doesn’t Tamara let me do that?”

Loaded question and one I was loath to answer as there was no good response.   
Rather than dig myself a hole I snuggled up on the bed next to him, put my 
arm around his hips and laid my head just below his crotch with his dick 
right in front of me as it laid down flat on his pubic hair, spent and soft.

“Why don’t we worry about something more important Leon... like getting you 
hard again?”

Leon took in a big breath and let it out slowly.  “I don’t know Kelly, never 
did it three times in one night before.”

“Maybe you just never had the right motivation,” I teased him, toying with 
his limp dick with my fingers.

With that I pulled my head in closer and took his flaccid dick in my mouth.   
Actually I don’t mind soft dicks when it comes to sucking on them.  There’s 
something about feeling them grow in response to my touch that really turns 
me on.  As they swell and lengthen, it’s like they are telling me how good I 
am making them feel, like how much I turn them on.

“Well, I’m game if you are,” he sighed as he tucked in a pillow under his had 
so he could watch without having to strain his neck.

It took maybe twenty or twenty five minutes but finally mission accomplished.   
The key to resuscitating a cock is not to overdo it.  You don’t need a lot of 
action, just constant and uninterrupted action.  Stopping even for just a few 
seconds can be enough to lose whatever gains you may have made in the past 
ten minutes.  So for all that time I kept it between my lips at all times, 
kissing it, licking it and fondling it as I nursed him back to an erect 
state.

Victory! I held his erection in my hand and sat up to smile at him.  “See, I 
told you all you needed was the right motivation.” Yeah, that a a LOT of 
skill and perseverance.

“Fuck me like you fuck Tamara,” I said, sounding more like a little girl 
asking her daddy to read her a bedtime story than a slut begging to be 
fucked.

Leon gave me a rather sardonic grin and said, “That’s easy... on your back... 
missionary style.”

Like what a surprise... NOT!

This time I pulled back the covers.  A quick look at the night stands told me 
her side was on the right so I laid there on my back, knees bent with my feet 
flat on the bed with my legs spread apart for him.

“Like this?”

“Yep, you’ve got it,” he almost laughed as he got in between my legs and 
without any fanfare just stuck his dick in me and started to pound away.  
Maybe it WAS starting to make sense to me why they were looking for other 
couples!

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me as he kissed and licked my 
boobs.  Given how long it took just to get him hard again, I didn't imagine 
he would be cumming any time soon and boy, as THAT an understatement! Not 
that I was complaining mind you.   I’d take a guy who lasts forever before 
cumming than a one stroke and cum guy any day! As he fucked me I played with 
my pussy, recognizing that this wasn't in line with how they fucked but the 
heck with that, I wanted to cum a few times myself!

As it turned out, I came twice more before he finally groaned and let loose 
inside of me for the second time.  As soon as he finished he rolled over to 
the side of me, panting like he’d just run a marathon.

“Damn, three times,” he said more to himself than me I think.

We just laid there for a few minutes, not a sound in the room as felt his cum 
start to leak out of me.  Using the sheets to clean myself off, I stood up 
and faced him.

“What do you say we go back and see how they are doing?”


Chapter 6 - Settling Accounts
=============================

Somehow Leon managed to crawl out of bed and we both made our way back to the 
living room.  I was half expecting it to be empty, figuring they would head 
to another bedroom where it was more comfortable but I soon learned that was 
not the case.  Instead, what I saw was a familiar sight.  I don’t mean 
familiar in that I’d seen the two of them I like this before but more so 
familiar as in I recognized the situation as one like Steve and I have ended 
many an evening in just this fashion.  There was Steve laying on his back on 
the couch, his head resting against the arm, with little Tamara laying on top 
of him with her head resting on his shoulder with Steve’s dick resting 
comfortably in her pussy.  No doubt he wasn't exactly hard at the moment so 
if she were to shift her position even a little bit she would have flopped 
out but by laying still with her butt pushed down against him it was still in 
side of her, even if just a fraction of what it had been earlier.

For a moment I felt a bit of nostalgia as Leon and I stood there taking in 
the scene.  I wasn't sure how he was feeling but for me it took me back so 
many years before when Steve was the only boy I’d had sex with and at the 
time, assumed he would be the only one I would EVER be with in that way. It 
was rather ironic that back then when I was just fourteen I would dream about 
marrying Steve and how we would make love and have children.  When I talked 
to my mom about my dreams she would just smile as I’m sure she recognized a 
teenager’s first crush, knowing sooner to later I would move on.  Indeed, 
when Steve and his family left town I did move on, even if it wasn't easy.  I 
found solace by being with as many other boys as I could but my heart never 
forgot my first love.

Seeing Tamara perched on top of Steve brought back memories of how I would do 
the same back when I was fourteen - and about the same size as Tamara was now 
even though she was nine years older than I’d been at that time.  I wondered 
if this was how my parents felt when they would peek in my room after Steve 
and I had sex and find me laying on top of him, his arms around me holding me 
tight as we lay there joined together.  For me there was something special 
about being one with him, of having a part of him inside of me for as long as 
possible.   From a more base perspective we were essentially mating, even if 
the end result wasn't a baby (thank goodness!).

Steve was out but Tamara must have heard our footsteps we entered the living 
room because her eyes opened even though she remained still.  She saw me 
first but her eyes quickly moved to her husband who was now naked with his 
spent dick hanging down.  Obviously she knew what we’d been doing, just as we 
knew what had been going on in the living room.  A small smile appeared at 
the corners of her mouth and I saw her shift just slightly - not enough to 
cause Steve’s dick to fall out of her but enough to feel it move slightly.  
It was a move I knew well!

“Looks like she likes having my husband’s dick in her,” I said softly to Leon 
who was staring at his naked, freshly fucked wife.  Leon didn't say anything 
making me wonder if he was as turned on as I was or was there a twinge of 
regret in that expressionless face?

“Why don’t we sit down?” I suggested.  Leon didn't seem to have a better plan 
so he went back to the chair we’d started in where I then took a seat on his 
lap, putting my arm around his neck and leaning in towards him with my head 
on his shoulder and my breast pressing against his chest.

The silence in the room was deafening.  My first thought was thank goodness 
Steve wasn’t snoring! He was usually a quiet sleeper but after sex if he 
stayed on his back then all bets were off.  Fortunately tonight was one of 
his better nights.  In contrast, Tamara was wide awake and I could tell from 
the way she was squirming that she was still horny as heck.  I wanted to call 
out to her and tell her to just be patient and wait as it wouldn’t take all 
that long before Steve’s dick would be growing inside of her again.  One of 
the more interesting things I learned when we first started having sex was 
that getting an erection was one thing he didn't have to be awake for it to 
happen.

Meanwhile Leon was just sitting there without saying a word.  He had one hand 
on my thigh, absentmindedly rubbing it and running his had up and down the 
soft inner skin but as good as it felt I knew he wasn't really paying 
attention to me.  No, it was his sexy little wife a few feet away that had 
his full concentration.

“This is really weird,” he finally whispered to me after a few more minutes.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know, just sitting her like this watching.”

“How does it make you feel to see your wife enjoying another man inside of 
her?” I asked, trying not to cause any hard feelings but at the same my 
curiosity was just too much to contain.

“A little jealous I guess,” he confessed.  “She’s never done that with me... 
not like this anyway.”

“Well have you offered?”

Leon frowned.  “No but still... she doesn’t have to look like she’s enjoying 
it so much.”

“Maybe it’s time for you to be with her,” I offered.  The more I watched 
Tamara squirming on top of Steve and listened to Leon trying not to admit 
just how jealous he really was, the more I thought maybe we’d had enough for 
one night.   Like, I’d been laid and Steve certainly seemed to have had a 
good time so why push the issue?

“If she wants me... she seems pretty happy right now.”

Oh yeah, definitely time to leave.  If we stayed much longer I knew Steve 
would start responding to Tamara’s movements.  Again, knowing my husband as 
well as I did, once THAT happened there would be no stopping him until he’d 
fucked her again.  Not that she seemed worried! Frankly, I wouldn’t have 
minded another load from Leon but I had to keep reminding myself that this 
was the first time either of them had ever done anything like this.

If we quit now, it would allow Leon and Tamara to build upon their 
experiences tonight and hopefully solidify their marriage by realizing they 
could trust each other to be with other people yet in the end, it was their 
partner they really wanted.  On the other hand, if things kept going in the 
direction they were headed, it might result in serious damage to their young 
marriage in terms of trust should either of them feel like the other was 
happier having sex with a stranger than them.

One thing that struck me was the idea that maybe Tamara and I could have a 
little fun before we left.  While I’m not one to normally push for such 
things with a strange girl as I prefer to keep my bisexual activities amongst 
friends, the thought DID cross my mind with regards to Tamara.  There was not 
a doubt in my head that the boys would mind watching us.  Over the years I 
can’t think of any time when guys weren’t turned on watching me with another 
girl.  Even my dad loved it when my mom and I would do a special show for him 
as a treat for his birthday or other special event.

“We really need to get going,” I said a little louder to Leon as I pulled 
away and stood up.  Tamara watched me but wasn't making any moves to get off 
my husband.

“Hey girl, your hubby over there needs some attention and I need to get mine 
home,” I said with a smile to Tamara.  Wow, I was actually a bit taken aback 
when I saw the expression on her face as for a moment I thought she was about 
to tell me to get lost! She definitely wasn't thrilled about the idea.  
Sheesh, had we created a monster?

Putting my hand on Steve’s head, I shook him gently until he woke up.  “C’mon 
sleepy head, let’s call it a night.”

Steve looked at me and then to Tamara who had sat up now such that Steve’s 
cock was firmly planted in her again.  I saw her hips were moving in slow 
small circles as she ground her pussy into his crotch.

“Just one more time?” he pleaded, like a small boy begging his mom to stay on 
the carnival ride one more time around.

I shook my head.  “I think it’s time.”

There must have been something in my face or the way I said it but he seemed 
to get the message as well as the reasoning behind it.  He scooted up a bit 
and put his hands on Tamara’s thin waist, lifting her up off his dick.

“Sorry babe... You know you’re REALLY good.”

OK, now we definitely needed to go.  Tamara reluctantly got off of Steve, 
taking her dear sweet time about it, and moved over to where Leon motioned 
for her to sit on his lap.  Steve and I dressed - the shower would have to 
wait until we got home but I didn't think he would mind.

As we got ready to leave, I turned to the still naked couple, thanked them 
for their hospitality, and then left them with my final words of advice...

“It might not be a bad idea for the two of you to finish off the night in 
bed,” I advised, “I know that’s where Steve and I will be in a little bit... 
right honey?”

Steve grinned but I noticed his eyes were on Tamara the whole time.  Looked 
like I had my work cut out for me later!

And so we left the two of them.  The ride back home was rather uneventful as 
we shared our experiences.  Steve always loved me to tell him about how I had 
sex with other mean (my dad being a huge exception to that rule).  To be 
honest, I really wasn't all that anxious to hear about him and Tamara.  Talk 
about a picture tells a thousand words.  Seeing her lusting for him to the 
very end told me more than anything he ever could.  Not that I could blame 
her...

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The next day Steve pointed out to me that Leon and Tamara’s profile was 
missing from the group site.  I couldn't but wonder what that meant.  Had it 
been too much for them? I like to think they had chosen widely for their 
first swap as I could just imagine how some of the other couples we’d met 
might have taken advantage of their situation.  Oh well, we had agreed long 
before to try to avoid meeting the same couples again.  It was the “strange” 
sex that made it hot for me, not to have resident partners.

So now we’d broken the ice.  We’d had our first swap as a married couple and 
I have to say, overall I loved it! The question now was, what would be 
Steve's next choice? The first time had been pretty much based on my fantasy 
of a first swap so I told Steve the next one would be whatever HE wanted.  
Hmmmmmm, things could get interesting!

THE END