I picked up Peter at the airport when he returned from his latest trip to Brussels and Madrid. I'd held off eating so we could have a late dinner at home together. It was simple. Tortellini with a marinara sauce I had made that afternoon. And of course, a nice bottle of chianti to honor his business success in Spain.
And when we were done, I gave him my sweetest come hither flirt. He pushed back his chair and I sat across his lap. Everything was going to move slowly and we kissed for maybe five minutes, not just on our lips but on our eyes and our cheeks and ears and necks - Peter never seemed to enjoy French kissing - before anybody touched anything else. I could feel my favorite hard cock against the side of my leg.
Finally, Peter's hand wandered over my chest. I'd slipped off my bra on a trip to the bathroom and the bump of my nipples under my blouse had grown more pronounced. We both mumured appreciatively, "Mmm, you should never wear a bra," he said. The state of my arousal was even more obvious when Peter reached under my skirt and touched my damp panties. I rubbed my leg up and down against his cock as he began rubbing my panties.
And when it was time to move to the bedroom, he picked me up and carried me, kicking and squealing down the hall. He does that a lot. He pretends I only weigh the 120 pounds I weighed as a new bride and I pretend to be scared. In any case, I'm impressed with his strength and power over me.
Our foreplay lasted almost an hour before coitus. We both love oral sex and that time was no exception. The fact that we came in each other's mouths during 69 definitely delayed our conclusion. I needed time to get wet again and he needed time to get hard again. But the wait was worth it. It was physically round 2 for him and our ecstasy seemed to last forever.
We lay next to each other cuddling until I brought up the subject that had been on my mind since the Gunthers had called earlier in the week.
"Karl and Alice invited us to come over when you got back."
"OK, sure," he answered with his head on the pillow.
"Thing is, I think they're going to suggest we try swinging."
"Huh? You mean like wife swapping?"
"Well ... Yes. But we don't have to do it."
"Uh huh?"
"Well, it's just there's something else I wanted to bring up. I don't know how to say it more gently, but ... well ... I'm pretty sure you have been with other women in Europe. I found part of a condom wrapper in the dryer after one of your trips last year."
He immediately pushed himself up off the pillow, "I, I ...," he started to speak.
"Shush. There's more."
"OH?"
"I haven't been faithful either."
"Oh my. Oh my. Oh my."
"Yes." By now, we were both sitting on the sheets with our feet on the floor.
A long pause while Peter ruminated everything. Then, "The babies?"
"They are yours. No doubt about that." Our #2, little Andrew, was just beginning to walk..
"Oh. OK. ... I get so lonely when I'm away," he started to explain.
"Someone special over there?" I asked, bringing up the only real fear I had about all this.
"There's a woman. A few times. But she loves her husband just like I love you," Peter revealed.
I decided it was my turn. "You remember that reunion. Things got out of control the second night. Kind of an orgy. Wine. Pot. At Alice and Karl's."
"And that guy Jerome?"
"Yes. Him too. After. ... And before." I hadn't realized how obvious we had been.
"In his hotel?"
"In his car first. You hadn't left." Then, "After the orgy he came here."
"In the living room?"
"Yes, and other places," I knew where this was going.
"And in here?" meaning our bed,
"Yes. I'm so sorry," long pause, "I had to use Plan B."
"Oh my God!! ... Are we still OK? ... You and me???"
"Oh yes, Peter. I love you so much. I'm so sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. I love you, Pam. You know that don't you?" I nodded, somewhat shaken and starting to cry, despite bringing this conversation on myself.
"Look," brushing away my tears, "maybe all we've learned is," more sobs, "uh, well, how do i say this?"
Peter rescued me, "maybe we just have needs, you know."
"Well, yes, but you are everything I need. ... Or so I thought," I added.
"Yeah, sure, but maybe for sex, you know," he had a tear on his cheek.
I finally got the explanation I had rehearsed to come out of my mouth, "Maybe. Maybe we should just admit that we want some variety. And when we're apart," my voice trailed off.
"Maybe. Maybe it's just OK. ... Do you think?" he responded.
So we agreed to visit Kyle and Alice and take them up on their offer. I was terrified, though. It's one thing to have a fling when hubby isn't around, or to realize he's doing the same. But to watch each other, wow. "I donno," I told myself.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," and soon that wonderful cock was stoking my insides again.
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So the big, terrifying night arrived. We'd worked it out to just be a cocktail hour. Kyle and Alice made the swinging offer after a couple of pina coladas. I had warned the others, no drugs because of Peter's job. We looked at each other one last time, like we were about to dive into Niagara Falls, "OK." "Yes." "Why not?"
I wasn't sure what to do next, and Peter was having the same problem, but Alice took the bull by the horns, so to speak. She wandered over to Peter and me where we were sitting on the love seat and sat across his lap with her back to me. She reached under his shirt and rubbed his chest. I couldn't help but think, I know what that feels like.
I remember Alice saying to Peter, "Don't be nervous," before I was distracted from that situation. Kyle had come around behind the love seat and was kissing me on the neck from behind. As his face nestled in my neck, his hands cupped my breasts and I felt myself getting aroused. Kyle led me over to the main sofa and we sat next to each other kissing. I let his hands wander everywhere over and under my clothes.
I glanced over and Alice was still sitting on Peter's lap, now unzipping his pants. His hand was buried under her half-opened blouse. I guess he wasn't nervous anymore.
Kyle had lifted my skirt up and was appreciating the little thong I had chosen. I was expecting him to rip it off, but he just gently rubbed my pussy through the fabric. The thong didn't have a lot of padding and was soaked through under my opening. Kyle had already figured out I wasn't wearing a bra, so one hand worked my thong and the other squeezed my nipples one at a time.
Then the thong came off, and I saw Peter's cock was out between the zipper and wrapped in Alice's hand. Then they both knelt and Alice tugged everything off below Peter's waist. Kyle pushed my blouse up and suckled my tits while his fingers expertly excited my clit. He was surprised by a little squirt of mother's milk because I was still nursing. I was already almost about to cum when he dropped lower and used his tongue where his fingers had been.
I let out a huge, guttural moan when my orgasm struck. I looked over at Peter, embarrassed. His cock was buried in Alice's mouth but he turned and looked at me, his mouth agape.
While Kyle was stroking and I was still moaning, I glanced over again. Alice was standing in front of Peter, stripping off her top - no bra on her generous size D boobs. Her panties and then her skirt fell to the floor. Peter was slipping out of his shirt as both of them got naked.
Kyle and Alice surprised us at that point. First, Alice led Peter, boner swinging, into their bedroom. Kyle and me followed into a spare bedroom. We undressed each other the rest of the way, pulled the covers back and laid next to each other making out. I climbed down and took his balls in my mouth one by one, then slowly licked my way up his shaft. His dick felt good in my mouth and I sucked on him until I could tell he was almost to the point of no return. "You can fuck me now." As you know, it wasn't my first time with him, so it seemed almost routine asking for that. I rolled onto my back with my legs apart.
Sounds of Peter and Alice's love making came across from the other room. Kyle knelt between my legs and gazed. "You are a beautiful woman, Pam."
I smiled, "Fuck me now. Fuck me now," and he moved up and slid his bare cock in. Me and Alice had confirmed we were both on IUDs. The fucking was wonderful and he twisted my sensitive nipples to boot. I felt the glands in my breasts contract again and he giggled.
Similar sounds from the other room told me Peter and Alice were reaching their climax.
Kyle nudged me to roll over and kneel. The fucking resumed until Kyle's strokes quickened, he groaned, and I felt his juices erupting in my vagina. When Kyle pulled away, I looked back and realized we had an audience. Peter's cock, what was left of it, was glistening with white globs here and there. Alice had a towel and was trying to control her leakage. i did likewise with a towel she tossed to me.
Kyle surprised me and Peter a minute later, "Maybe you girls would like to entertain each other while me and Peter recover." I looked over at Peter, as if to ask permission. He had never seen me with another woman. I'm not sure he knew it wasn't about to be the first time I fucked another girl. Peter shrugged - it looked like he was the embarrassed one, this time.
Alice and me laid across the bed on our sides and began kissing. We played with each other's nipples and soon our hands slid between each other's legs. Her pussy was soaked, though a bit sticky on the outside, and her clit was hard to the touch. My fingers slid in easily amongst her juices and Peter's.
I turned around so we were able to do 69 on our sides. It seemed so ironic that her sweet tasting pussy was infused with Peter's cum, but the pleasure this was giving both of us put that thought to the back of my mind. Our orgasm's were boiling up.
And when Peter presented his resurrected cock to me, I took it in my mouth. The same aromas and tastes enveloped my senses. It wasn't long before both me and Alice flapped on our backs with our legs apart. I watched Peter move over. From no more than a foot away, I saw his penis slide smoothly into Alice's welcoming cunt. I can't complain. Karl's cock was in my vagina again. I wrapped a finger and thumb around Peters slippery shaft as he pumped in and out of Alice. My orgasm blossomed fully as I felt another load of Kyle's semen fill my vagina.
And when that was over, I turned and took Kyle's still engorged organ in my mouth. He managed to ejaculate one more time in my mouth while Peter, bless his heart, ate my sex and all that that implied.
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At Kyle and Alice's suggestion, Peter and I made love at home that night and laid there quietly chatting.
"She wasn't the only one," I asked Peter, "was she?"
"No," a glance begging for forgiveness, No."
"Go on."
"The first time was at that conference in Las Vegas - Don't even think that cliche. She was married, too. She came on to me at the reception. We both needed to be discrete. We both were horny."
"Was it good?"
"Yeah it was. It was exciting, too. She wasn't that pretty. Older. Past getting pregnant. But fun. Every night. She told me she'd been cheating for 15 years."
It surprised me that this was a bit hard to take, but I had to be fair. I pressed on, "Others?"
"Yeah."
"Did you ever pay?"
Long pause. "Well, yes. They have these clubs in places. Sex clubs. And you can arrange things. Go upstairs. ... Condoms of course."
Somehow this didn't bother me as much as I thought it would.
Time for turnaround, "So Jerome and that orgy, they weren't the first time either, were they?"
"No." More shockers were on the way. I told him about the Christmas party when I was 30, though I didn't tell him that fling had finished in our bed and became a four month affair til I called it off.
"OK. And then?" Peter pressed.
"You're not going to like this."
"Oh?"
"Remember when Oliver (my brother) stayed with us for a couple weeks a few years ago?"
"Yes?" he cautiously confirmed.
"And you had to leave for a few days?"
"Yes."
"We went to a movie at the old theatre. Sat in the back. Whispered to each other about the hijinks that happened with our dates in that very row. When he adjusted his cock, I realized he was hard."
"And?"
"Things progressed from there. We jerked each other off and then went home."
"Your brother. You fucked your brother? In our bed?" I nodded, and Peter guffawed. "Every night?" I nodded again, and he guffawed again.
"Every night, every room," I giggled.
Peter fucked me again. Things were OK. But then he asked, "So Jerome was the last time?"
"Well, no."
"OK?"
"You know Kara (the babysitter). We let her boyfriend come over for homework. And whatever," I giggled.
"Sure?"
"There was a mix-up one night and George showed up alone."
"Oh god," Peter exclaimed, anticipating what would come next.
"Well, look. She wasn't going very far. He was still a virgin. I was horny. ... And you? Anything else?"
We were tired by now. When I awoke in the morning, I realized I had fallen asleep while he was telling me about the two bisexual women who approached him last year. We made love in the shower and went off to our jobs.
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And so it was that a few weeks later, after two more visits to Alice and Kyle's, that we left a theatre show during intermission because the show was so awful. We were still hiring Kara to babysit and supplying condoms for her and George at a rate that astounded us. It was the summer after their senior year. We got home much too early and found them both half-naked in the living room. Whatever they had been doing, the garage door had given them enough time to stand up and throw on the first articles of their clothing they could grab.
George had gotten his shorts on but was still bare-chested. His jockeys were still on the floor. Kara was pulling up a pair of panties when we walked in. She stood covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with one hand.
"Oh No!!! Mr. and Mrs. ...," George started.
"Don't worry. We didn't mean to interrupt," I said. "Don't let us stop you,,"
"What? Really?" George said.
"Maybe we'll watch."
"OH!!," Kara almost screamed. "Really?" I could see Peter's eyes popping out at the revealed goddess before him as she tentatively lowered her arms.
"Maybe we'll join you, hehe," upping the ante. I leaned into Peter and began kissing him, both to distract him in a sudden moment of jealousy and to give the other two a chance to recover.
Then I pushed Peter into the easy chair across from the sofa and pulled his pants and jockey's off. Then his shirts. He was already erect. I stood in front of him stripping while he stroked himself. But he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on the lovely Kara sprawled on her back on the sofa. George had his fingers in, getting ready to lick her. But George was also looking at another female in the room, me, not his girlfriend. I turned to face him full frontal and boosted my boobs with both hands. Kara's eyes seemed to move back and forth between Peter's cock and my nude body.
"Well aren't you boys something, looking across the room," I teased. "Maybe you just need to swap girls." I had dreamed about arranging a moment like this, and suddenly it seemed possible.
Kara really did scream this time. "Well, Kara you did tell me you think Peter is amazing," I said, waiting for something to happen. "Come on. He doesn't bite," I urged. George took his fingers out.
Kara looked at George for affirmation. George had sat up and just shrugged his shoulders. She lifted her leg around him and swang both legs across as she sat up. The motion inadvertently exposed her bushy pussy with a glistening pink opening before she closed her legs to one side in that ingrained female modesty. She looked at George again. "Do you want to?" He just raised his eyebrows shrugged again as if to ask permission, himself.
I grabbed a condom from the stash, handed it to her and sat next to George on the sofa. A very nervous Kara stood in front of Peter wondering what to do next.
George and me turned to face each other and I whispered in his ear, "Did you ever tell Kara about you and me?" I asked when young George's fingers went up inside me. I had been George's first when Kara wasn't letting much happen. No he hadn't. "I told Peter," I added. We started kissing as we both watched the other two out of the corner of our eyes. George's cock was rock solid in my hand.
Peter gently nudged Kara to sit on his leg. He put her hand on his cock and put his hand on her thigh. When she started rubbing, his hand disappeared between her legs. I could tell from the motion of his arm that he was rubbing her pussy lips. Kara was breathing deeply while trying to kiss him. Then it was clear from her gasps that his fingers had found her clit. And not too long after that, fucking motions of his arm told me where his fingers gone. He was also sighing heavily from her hand work.
When her body began to convulse, Peter got them to change places, and as she sat in the chair, George and me could see what I already knew, that his fingers were still buried in her vagina. He began licking while he fingered her. She moaned.
George's cock was in my mouth by now and he had managed to reach down to put his fingers in. We played like that until we both were about to cum. I climbed up over his lap and eased down over his cock. George sucked on my tits while we fucked. He stopped, surprised, when he tasted my milk. "That's what they're for," I quipped and he went back for more.
I looked over my shoulder when I heard a crinkling noise. Peter had freed the condom from Kara's grip. He tore the wrapper open while he pressed his cock against her belly. George was watching too. Peter started the rubber on his tip and Kara urgently rolled it down. Then he was in her. She moaned loudly while he fucked her, squeezed her tits, and kissed her all over her face and neck. Her orgasm peaked first. His came later about the same moment when George's cock gushed inside me.
Peter got up and went to the bathroom to deal with the full condom. Kara had slid down in the chair and laid back, smiling and not seeming to care that her parted legs were exposing the shiny bush between them. George and me sat there out of breath, looking at her amazing young body. George and me smiled at each other, too. I would need to shampoo where her juices had stained the chair. The sofa would need work too.
As Peter returned, the two of them got up and hugged each other. We left them so I could nurse little Andrew and we could make love in our bed. We could hear Kara and George's lovemaking in the living room. "You did!?" we heard her exclaim after their moans had finished, and I knew what George had admitted to her.