I lifted her up a bit so I could slide my pants down, and after I did I unzipped her skirt and began to maneuver that off too. Amber’s moans grew louder so I knew she was about to cum again, and then I wondered about Peter’s staying power. If he hadn’t ejaculated yet then the young man was a better man than me. Maybe he already came and in the excitement of fucking a dream woman he never wilted. The latter seemed more plausible.
“I know you can make love like that,” I whispered along with another nibble on an earlobe.
She was in a trance, watching in awe at my nimble wife fucking her husband, so she didn’t react right away to having my erection poke at her backside. But soon she did. She turned her head to look at me, uttered another “Oh my God,” before she shivered and we were kissing again. Orgasm number two was taking place and I felt a dribble of pussy juice on my cock. And she still had her panties on!
Pete groaned, “I’m gonna cum again” (which answered my question). This got Gwen’s attention back onto her husband. I took the opportunity to wriggle her panties down, until she absent-mindedly kicked them aside leaving her only in her hose, which now made them sexier because of her nakedness. Unconsciously she opened her legs and I took advantage by reaching around and fingering her well-lubricated vulva. She had a considerable bush which had me thinking that if all went well here tonight maybe shaving her would be an additional turn on for both of them.
With his declaration, Amber hopped off Peter and said, “You’re going to cum in my mouth,” which I knew was for Gwen’s benefit rather than her own. Amber took him deep into her mouth, her ass toward us for show, letting Gwen see how wet her waxed smooth pussy was. It didn’t take Peter long.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned as he unloaded. Amber was a swallower but this time she made sure she didn’t swallow it all and turned to Gwen and me to show with a smile that her mouth was full of spent semen.
Gwen groaned, “I couldn’t do that.”
That’s when Amber swallowed the rest and said, “Yes you can, sweetie. It just takes a little bit of practice. Why don’t you practice on my husband? He looks like he’d like that.” She turned to a still stunned Peter and said, “Watch them. Maybe you’ll learn something about pleasing that woman over there.”
That was my cue.
The chair we were in was good sized, so I picked her up easily enough and had her turn around to face me with her legs straddling my lap and my erection prodding her mons and lower abdomen. “No practice, gorgeous. I want to fuck you right now.”
She murmured “No” but the resistance was pretty much gone. She glanced back at her rapt husband, glassy-eyed and breathing so heavily her tits were jiggling. I put my hands on them and stopped the jiggling, feeling her steely nipples rub against my palms. I whispered, “Are you fertile? We should use a condom.” On cue Amber approached us, pulled Gwen’s head back and kissed her deeply before handing her a condom packet. I couldn’t know her history, but Gwen, much like my wife’s usual output, was dribbling so much pussy juice it was pooling at my balls and thighs.
Amber whispered at Gwen’s ear, “Would you like me to help you put it on him?” Gwen gave her a breathless nod and the two women unrolled the condom onto my leaking cock, while I studied Gwen’s body language and facial expressions. I realized this wasn’t simply an exercise. I truly wanted to fuck her.
Beyond the kiss, my wife seriously wanted in on the action with Gwen. However, this wasn’t going to be a threesome so her participation would be coaching and the occasional touch only. Amber caressed Gwen’s ass to urge her upward until she was positioned above my eager cockhead. She lowered herself onto me and moaned loudly as I went deeper. She was very tight, and I almost moaned myself. Thankfully she was so well lubricated we had no problems. Up to this point she did everything to avoid eye contact with me, but upon full penetration she looked into mine as if she just woke up from a dream. She suddenly said, in nearly a squeak, “What do I do?”
“Whatever feels good, beautiful woman. You are beautiful, you know.”
A natural instinct as old as mankind took over and she began to tentatively rise and fall, enveloping my erection in a velvet vise that would take a bit of concentration on my part not to cum too early. I pulled her to me so her tits rubbed against my chest. Her eyes were glazed over but open as I stared into them and put my lips on hers. My tongue probed for hers as she began to bounce a little faster.
Until our lips separated I hadn’t realized that it wasn’t my wife who was behind Gwen as she fucked me. It was Peter. He reached around to cup her bouncing breasts and kissed the nape of her neck as I had earlier. I heard him whisper in her ear, “You look gorgeous like this, babe. Enjoy him… orgasm for him.”
She mashed herself down on me suddenly and cried out, probably louder than she ever had before tonight. I watched her face. I saw the utter exhilaration. I felt her convulse. I felt the strong contraction of her vagina.
“I’m cumming too!” I groaned, “You’re draining me, Gwen.”
Peter was erect again from watching her. He grabbed her by the hips and gently lifted her off me, and with her feet now on the floor she leaned over me with her quivering ass in the air. He said, “I want you, baby,” and without hesitation entered her vigorously. Her upper body lay upon me and once more I took her head in my hands and gently tilted her face to make eye contact.
I whispered, “Cum again for your husband.”
And she did.
With eyes glued to mine and her mouth agape, she climaxed with such force the chair shook. Her new cry was more like a shriek and besides nearly deafening me it drowned out her husband’s declaration that he was cumming too. When he pulled out I had her sit crossways on my lap.
“How are you feeling now?” I said to her with a smile.
“God, I never felt like that before. You were right all along. I needed both of you to wake me up, I guess.”
She was so sexually radiant after her orgasms I had to tell her so. I absently toyed with her breasts while we talked further about the experience and where she and her husband would go from here with swinging. She admitted that at first she couldn’t shake the jealousy when seeing Amber fucking her husband, but that was before I seduced her. “Seduction is the right word,” I said. “Yes, I seduced you but it was because you are desirable and I did want you. It wasn’t some sort of swinger etiquette. I find you pretty and desirable, and your body shouldn’t be hidden, especially from that man over there.”
We glanced at Amber and Peter, who were back on the sofa and conversing like no sex ever happened, except for the fact that both were naked and he had an erection that never wilted. Gwen looked back at me and said, “You really think I’m pretty and have a nice body?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you, and he wouldn’t either.” She knew the “he” of which I spoke, as my cock stiffened and popped up between her slightly parted thighs. It was my lie detector, and signaled I was truthful in my desire.
“Can we…?” she said just above a whisper.
Damn, I wanted to shift a bit and slide right into her wet and willing pussy but I had a better idea. I said, “I believe this hot woman isn’t ready to quit yet,” and the called over Peter, lifted her up a bit and suggested he carry her to our bedroom. Amber and I padded along behind them, my wife giving me a grin when she saw my erection. When Peter laid her on the bed I said, “Three on one,” and urged Pete to get with it. “She needs more loving, Pete. Time to show the hot lady what she means to you.”
Peter was between her spread legs and going down on her as Amber and I lay on either side of her and played with her breasts. Amber said, “She does have great nipples, doesn’t she?” I had to agree. In acknowledgement both of us began sucking on one.
Gwen moaned, “Oh no… oh no… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” and rewarded her husband with a nice spray of pussy juice as her vulva exploded in orgasmic paroxysms.
I whispered in her closest ear, “Now get up on your hands
and knees, babe, and let him take you like that so he can be looking at that beautiful, round ass of yours while he does.” Completely out of breath she made eye contact with me, and I added, “I think Amber wants to get in on the act too.”
Gwen did as I suggested and her wide-eyed horny husband took no time in plowing into her. As he began to thrust, my wife crawled under her upper torso until they were face to face and their lips met. I climbed from the bed and from a corner of the room watched the threesome generate a tremendous amount of heat. I gladly jerked off to the sight—I’m a watcher after all, aren’t I? Three beautiful people throbbing with sexual energy: Peter fucking his wife from behind while reaching down and finger fucking mine, while the two women rubbed tits together and tongue-dueled until their moaning grew too intense to keep it up. As usual, Amber came first with a wet rush, although followed shortly by the Mackies cumming as one and then me spraying the rug at my feet. We’d have some cleaning up to do.
Afterwards the four of us lounged on the king bed and talked about sex. What else? At one point Gwen was fondling Amber like she was studying her body. Moaning, Amber asked her, “Have you ever been with a woman before?”
Gwen said, “Oh God, I never…”
Amber smiled and said, “What are you doing now?”
I thought Gwen would recoil at the thought but she surprised me. “You’re so beautiful. Like you’re perfect,” she purred.
Amber countered by cupping one of Gwen’s breasts. “Mine are too small. These are perfect.”
Gwen sighed, clearly enjoying both the touch and the compliment. She then said, “How do you get so smooth?”
“Shave and a wax. Would you like me to shave you? I’m very careful.”
When Gwen enthusiastically agreed, Amber took her by the hand and led her to the master bath, leaving me and Peter. I said, “How do you feel about swinging now?”
“It’s not swinging that did it. It’s you guys and how you treated us. You’ve been great to Gwen, even though I got nervous when I saw that you’re bigger than I am.”
“I’ll clue you in to something. Dick size can lure them in once or twice, but in my experience it lasts only if the dick, no matter its size, is attached to an assured man. Amber fucked Eric Kelly and Ian the night of the pool party, and they’re both bigger than me. She got her thrill, I mean she admitted how great it was, but she hasn’t expressed any desire to fuck them again although if Eric lived in town I know she’d be tempted,” I said with a chuckle. “You might not have paid much attention to how I treated Gwen since you were busy with Amber, but I showed affection, like kissing her neck and telling her how beautiful she is.”
“But I always tell her that.”
“No doubt—you’re a good man. Don’t be afraid to be specific, like telling her you like to walk behind her and look at her ass, or that you love to see her nipples when they get hard. Kiss her a lot, and I’m not just talking about her mouth, though I must confess I love the way she kisses. Man, you’re lucky.”
“Carl, I wish we’d met a long time ago. I can’t imagine a man who’s married to a goddess telling another man that he enjoys his wife so much. I’d be pissed if I didn’t realize how sincere you are, and if I’ve learned anything tonight it’s that.”
I was about to say something when I heard orgasmic sounds emanating from the bathroom. “I think the sex is ongoing,” I said instead. “Let’s go spy on the two hottest women in the neighborhood.”
I patted him on the back as we stood, and grinned when I saw his cock at half-mast already. Bless the younger man’s stamina! Amber is going to make him a keeper, so swinging with them going forward is all up to Gwen. Indeed, when we got there they were locked together in the shower stall and each had fingered the other to orgasm. I slid open the frosted shower door and said, “Hey, it’s not fair that we’re not in on the fun.”
Amber and Gwen glanced at us in a post-orgasmic haze before ignoring us and trading tongues again. I looked at Peter to see that his attention was caught by the sight of his wife’s new, bald mons and vulva, and his dick was at full attention too. Amber soon laughed gleefully and pulled Peter into the stall, saying to Gwen, “How about a new experience? Let’s double team your husband and show him how two women are better than one.”
Gwen giggled and hugged her husband to her under the hot shower spray. I said, “I guess I’m the odd man out but I’m definitely going to watch the show.” I stepped away and let them play. Toweling dry was a hasty and incomplete affair, but they were in a hurry and therefore it was understandable, rushing to the bedroom like three giddy schoolchildren. I noticed Amber’s spigot had been opened to full flow; the juice running in rivulets down her thighs wasn’t shower water. That was expected. What was a surprise was Gwen’s transformation over one evening. On the bed the women ganged up on Peter, taking turns (along with my wife’s guidance to Gwen) sucking his cock.
I stood just outside the bedroom door and raptly watched the action. Amber told Gwen, “I need to fuck him first. Is that okay?” Before tonight I would’ve believed her reaction would be shock, but things had changed for Gwen and she answered, “Oh yeah!” as Amber mounted Peter cowgirl and gave his eager cock a ride.
Before Peter abandoned his brain to my wife’s hot, slippery vagina and bouncing breasts he muttered, “I love you, sweetheart” to his wife as she hovered on the bed next to him. Her answer was a moaning kiss.
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Amber wailed as she came.
Peter answered with “I’m going to cum toooooooooo!” But Gwen then said, “I want it,” and pushed Amber off. Peter’s dick was deep in his wife’s mouth when he unloaded. She coughed a few times with spent semen spraying out like saliva. Then the three laughed uncontrollably, and I quietly joined them in happiness of what had transpired with the Mackies this amazing evening.
They spent the night. At first spouses slept together, Peter and Gwen sleeping in our guest bedroom. ‘Sleeping’ however was an imprecise definition of what took place. Amber and I talked in bed (after we changed it to dry linen, of course). “Honey, I love these guys,” Amber said with her head on my shoulder. “Do you think Gwen’s attitude has really changed or will she back off once she contemplates what we did?”
“I love them too. She certainly shied away from her sexuality, like how she dressed all the time.”
“I hope they play with us again and not with the Kellys.”
I said, “Me too. They and the Millers will treat ’em like prey and they don’t need that. Let them discover their true sexual selves first.”
Amber chuckled and said, “And we’ll help them discover everything.” After a moment of silence she added, “I can’t believe she had him cum in her mouth like that… her first time!”
“She’ll never be as good as you, my dear.”
And she proceeded to show me how correct I was.
I awoke sometime during the dark of night to an empty bed. I had a déjà vu moment as I wondered where my wife was. My wondering lasted only a few minutes, as a shadowy figured walked into the room and climbed into bed next to me.
“Can I make love to you again?” Gwen whispered as she palmed my flaccid cock. It didn’t stay flaccid for long.
“Are you okay with them in the other room?”
“Now I am,” she said as she made her move to lie atop me.
“I think I need to taste that beautifully smooth pussy first.” I tossed her onto her back. She giggled at my forcefulness until I sucked on her clit, when the giggling turned into something altogether different. For wetness she wasn’t my wife (no woman probably was) but her vulva drooled enough juices for me to know I was doing a great job.
“Oh God… oh God… oh God,” she hollered, which seemed to be her standard cry when she was about to orgasm. Her hips bucked as I buried my tongue as deeply as I could. I might have actually licked her g-spot with enough force to have her orgasm again in a second wave of tremors and cries.
“Now you get the rest of me,” I said as I lifted her legs up and placed her ankles on my shoulders. Then I realized I didn’t have a condom. Before I said anything she crooned, “No, don’t worry. I want it. Pull out before…”
I was deep into her hungry vagina in a flash. I did her slow, making sure I rode high to rub against her most sensitive areas. No eye contact this time. Her eyes were rolled back and she was lost in her own world of new sexual experiences, and I was pleased to play a part in her journey of self-discovery.
Along with a new string of Oh Gods she convulsed from what must have been a monumental orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum too,” and being a good boy I pulled out in time and shot several ropes of hot semen onto her belly, the first couple reaching her tits. “Babe, that was good!” I uttered. By the look on her face as she trembled a few more times and daubed at my hot output on her belly, I figured it was good for her too.
We curled together in post-orgasmic silence until I whispered, “Do you want to go back to the other bed? Don’t worry about what you’ll find if you do, especially considering what we just did.”
“I’m not worried. I just don’t want to interfere with them if they’re… doing it.”
“The best question to ask yourself is ‘are you still horny.’ I’m older than Pete and I need some sleep to recuperate. If you’re thinking more sex, I’d suggest joining them, and don’t worry about interfering since Amber would love to play with you again and I think your husband would enjoy two hot women.”
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