He told me he loved me and I said the same to him. We had swapped, and amazingly, it had increased our love and passion for each other. I loved him and enjoyed seeing him have pleasure and he had the same thoughts about me. I liked performing for him. I think women have an instinct to want to be watched and desired.
We both knew we would have further adventures with our friends Brenda and Shane.
I fell asleep with the semen of two men in my womb, remembering how Shane’s cock had felt when it was inside me.
It was the next week, after numerous passionate love sessions, we were in bed. Little Amelia (our baby) was sleeping like a little doll.
Mark said, “I have to tell you something.”
I nodded and listened to him.
“I went by to see Shane today. I was returning the chain saw I had borrowed.”
I was listening intently.
“Brenda was there. Shane had gone to visit his mother.”
I knew what was coming, but wanted to hear it from him.
“We ended up in bed together.”
“You fucked her again?” I confirmed.
He nodded.
We hadn’t talked about whether we would have sex with Shane and Brenda again, but presumed that we would. We hadn’t established any rules about doing it while the other was there or not. Mark doing it with Brenda without me being present or knowing about it was something we had not discussed. I knew it was important that we didn’t keep secrets.
I said, “We haven’t discussed any ground rules. Is it going to be okay to fuck someone without the other there?”
He was concerned that he had fucked-up by fucking my friend. He said so, “I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“You were thinking with your dick.” Of course, he was a man and if some attractive woman wanted him to fuck her, he would. He would be almost powerless to resist.
We talked it through and made a few rules. It would be okay to screw other people without the other present, but there would be no secrets. We’d tell each other what we did. It would be part of the thrill. We didn’t discuss adding new people to the mix.
Our discussion degenerated into him telling me the details. He had stopped by Shane and Brenda’s house. She invited him in for coffee and, according to him, she seduced him. He ate her pussy and fucked her. He was clearly enamored with my friend. I was okay with it, because I had the hots for my friend’s husband. The issue of whether we would have further encounters with them had been settled. I didn’t expect what happened next.
Brenda and I took a day off; she had taken the day off work. The baby was with my mother. We went lunch and shopping.
Over lunch, Brenda told me about screwing my husband. There were other people around, so she had to be discrete, but I got the gist of what they had done. With a mixture of pride and concern about how I should feel, my friend told me about how good my husband was in bed. How should a wife feel, hearing another woman tell me that my husband was good at eating her pussy and how she liked having his dick inside her cunt?
We had a few drinks with lunch and were quite giggly by the time we wandering into the mall to look for new clothes.
I was in the dressing room with her as we both tried on different blouses and skirts. It was all fun. We intended to only buy one or two items, but tried on a lot of things, some of them outrageous. It became a mini-fashion-show, with both of us changing in and out of different outfits, blouses, skirts and slacks. She was wearing a skimpy bra and her nipples were poking through. I could see the dark shadow of her pussy hair through her panties. I could see how my husband was enchanted with her. I was wearing a black bra and panties that didn’t show as much as she did.
When she was removing one of the new blouses she had tried, I pulled her bra strap from her shoulder and pulled the cup down, exposing her breast. She didn’t object, so I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. I said, “I’d like to see what this blouse looks like without your bra.”
She looked at me and dropped her bra. I was enchanted by her pretty tits and helped her button the blouse. My fingers roamed over her soft skin and touched her nipples. We were looking into each other’s eyes as my hands held her breasts. My thumbs flicked her nipples. I leaned in and kissed her. My hand slid down over her stomach. My fingers slid under the top of her panties and combed through her pubic hair. We kissed again. My fingers probed her slit, stimulating her little clit. She was hot. She reached into my bra and held my breast. We were on the verge of something.
“Let’s go to my house.” She said.
We left the mall rather quickly, buying just one blouse each.
In her kitchen, I looked around, imagining how she and my husband had started their sex. I peed and then she did. As she came out of her bathroom, I was waiting for her. I pulled her blouse up over her head. She was still without her bra, so her pretty tits were right there for me. I kissed her nipples and we kissed again. I’d never had sex with a woman and was wondering if I would enjoy my first experience.
She pulled my blouse over my head and undid my bra. We hustled off to their bedroom. I pushed her back on the bed. I pulled her slacks and panties down her legs and off her feet. I wanted to experience what my husband did when he ate her out.
“I’m going to see what’s so great about this pussy that my husband thinks is so good.”
I dove for her crotch and put my tongue on her little love button. I knew what to do, having been on the receiving end of what I was doing.
She was emitting her female nectar. I had tasted it on my husband’s face; now I was getting it directly from the source. The soft pink folds of her pussy were something new to me. I had never examined a woman so closely. My fingers explored her features. My tongue tasted her. I put my tongue inside her vagina and swirled around her love hole. I looked inside her at the white and pink chasm, glistening with the juices of her desire. I concentrated on her clit and soon had her twisting under me, lost as an orgasm swept over her. I pressed into her, driving her orgasm to greater heights. My hands squeezed her breasts. I had her under my control and I was unrelenting in my efforts, leaving her exhausted.
As she recovered, she said, “You’re better than your husband. Please don’t tell him.”
I said, “He’s got a cock too. I don’t.”
She said, “I hope it doesn’t upset you to talk about how wonderful your husband’s cock is.”
I laughed and said, “I feel the same way about Shane’s prick.”
She owed me a reciprocal cunnilingus, but I had to get home to the baby.
We had advanced to being well beyond just talking and were doing some amazing things.
I was sitting in the kitchen one afternoon a week later while the baby napped. I was startled by a car in the driveway. It was Shane. He usually was at work during the day.
I welcomed him in. I waited for him to tell me why he had stopped by.