“Pick up my bag and show me to the guest room, Greg.”
As he picked up the bag, he looked to Audrey, but she was already ushering a naked Ian towards their bedroom. Unsure of what to do with himself, Greg picked up the bag and looked to Moira before heading off after Audrey and Ian. Halfway down the hall, he stopped at a door. “This is the guest room, Ma’am.”
“You can call me Moira, after all, we’re all friends here, aren’t we? I think you’re a little nervous, but there’s nothing to be afraid of. Audrey and I have had several discussions, and I know your limits. And, well, you know how to have sex, so I’m sure we’ll have a fine time.”
“You and Audrey have had several discussions?”
“Yes.”
“About me?”
“Yes.”
“And swinging?”
“Yes, of course. What’s the matter? Don’t you think your wife listens to you? Now, I want you bent over the side of the bed, face down, that’s right.”
“But she didn’t say anything to me about this. Nothing.”
“Well, that’s fine. Now put your head back down on the bed. You have such a lovely ass.” She stroked his bottom gently. “Are you saying you don’t want to do this?”
“No. I’m just saying . . . She never said anything to me. That’s all.” Greg felt a hard smack to his bottom and jumped just a bit.
“Ah, that’s nice. Your skin colors right away.” She peppered his bottom with hard spanks until her hand became almost as tender as his red behind, before pulling a few lengths of rope from her bag. “Now, let’s see, how had Audrey fixed you to the bed before? Oh yes, of course. Turn over on your back now, Greg, in the middle of the bed, and spread your legs for me. That’s right.”
She fastened his ankles and wrists to the bedposts and stepped back to survey her handiwork. She unzipped her black leather pants and slipped them off, then her halter top. Leaving only her black thong on, she stood otherwise nude before Greg. He couldn’t take his eyes from her creamy breasts and their small pink nipples. Noticing where his attention was centered, she cupped her breasts and kneaded them, pushing them up and offering them to him. Although his ass was on fire, his cock stood proudly.
“Is this what you want?” she asked, showing him her breasts. “Well, maybe as a reward—later.” Reaching into her bag, she pulled out several items, showed them to him and laid them down on the bed. Among them was the same red crop she’d used on him days before, as well as a pair of gloves, some condoms and a bottle of lube. When she’d finished laying everything out, they heard a loud yelp from the master bedroom.
“There now, that’s what I like to hear. Audrey says you like anal penetration. That’s good. Maybe next time I can really fuck you. Today I’ll just explore you with my fingers. But first, let’s see about getting your front to match your rear.”
Greg was still back at the yelp. He wondered what his wife had done to Ian to make him yelp like that. He’d sort of forgotten where he was, and it wasn’t until the crop hit his nipple that his own yelp brought him back to the present.
Moira rained smacks on his chest and both nipples until he was completely tenderized, then she went to work on his thighs again. Once his body was tingling and vibrating with sensation, she began to gently explore his anus, first just teasing the outside of his sphincter, then letting her gloved finger dip in and out while she played with his balls.
Greg had been hard for quite a while and the deeper Moira explored inside him, the tighter his balls became. When Greg pleaded with her to finally let him fuck her, she was ready for him. Kneeling between his legs, she’d been keeping close tabs on his arousal and already had the condom out when he begged. She rolled the condom down his cock, and while he was fastened, spread wide for her, she removed her thong and settled herself on top of him, slowly impaling herself on his length.
He groaned his appreciation and began to rock his pelvis with the little mobility afforded him. Moira leaned forward and lay across his chest, stopping his motion. “Now Greg, you stay still; I’ll do the work.” She bit one of his nipples and gripped his cock tightly inside her until he squeaked. Easing up on him, she sat back and let her body rhythmically milk him until she felt him begin to shake.
“Don’t you dare come. I’m not finished with you,” she said.
“Please Moira, I don’t think I can last much longer.”
Moira leaned forward enough to allow the base of his cock to rub against her clit as she bounced up and down on him to the music of his groans. “You just wait ’till I tell you. I know you know better than to come before me.”
Her motion became more and more frantic until finally, in the middle of a stroke, she froze with his cock half in and half out of her. Greg could feel the vibration start in her body and transfer itself to his cock. Her orgasm broke over them both like a storm and somewhere in the middle of it, Greg came with a roar.
Once Moira relaxed, she rolled away from Greg and said, “I don’t remember telling you to come.”
“Sorry Moira, I couldn’t help it.”
“I guess next time I’ll have to deal with that.”
Put back together and dressed, they made their way into the living room to find Audrey and Ian already there, sitting on the couch, talking.
“This is one sexy husband you have here,” Moira said.
“Yours too,” Audrey replied.
“We have this little club of couples into more than just swinging,” Moira said. “We get together at each other’s houses about once a month. I thought you and Greg might like to join us. I think you’d fit in perfectly, and I know you’d like the other couples in our kinky swing club.”
Audrey looked at Greg and he grinned.
“Well you think about it and let me know. I’ll call you tomorrow, but now I think I need to get Ian home. Boys! They just come and go, don’t they? I think yours needs to be put to bed too.”
Greg could feel his eyes wanting to close, but got up to walk the other couple to the door, with Audrey. After they said their goodbyes and Greg closed the door, he put his arms around Audrey’s waist and said, “Well, what did you think?”
“I think I’d like to see your privates shaved,” she said, giving him a playful swat on the ass. “I’m exhausted! Let’s go to bed.”
Caught in the Act
By Beth Wylde
I crept out of bed as gently as possible, doing my best not to wake my husband as I slipped on my robe and snuck into the study. The computer was already on and humming as I paused to debate whether or not to shut the door. The thought that it might accidentally slam and wake my hubby forced me to leave it open.
I slid into the well-worn leather desk chair and touched the keyboard reverently. I almost felt like I was welcoming home a long lost lover. One quick tap of the space bar lit up the screen, and I opened up my favorites folder, zeroing in on what I wanted most.
After I entered my username and password, the adult website welcomed me back fondly, opening up another view box full of new video suggestions based on what I’d downloaded in the past. I picked the one that seemed the least cheesy when compared to the others and sat back to enjoy myself.
One hand flitted anxiously to my lap while the other stayed glued to my mouse. The one on my thigh tapped impatiently against my leg as my ancient machine took forever to scan the movie into the hard drive. After several minutes of waiting, the real time player popped open, announcing that my entertainment was ready for my viewing pleasure. I wasted no time in clicking play and divesting myself of my panties. Anticipation often made for powerful foreplay so it was no surprise to find myself already wet and eager.
As I started to explore my own body three girls popped to life on the screen, each one holding a different sex toy and using them on one another. I bit my lip to stifle a groan as I slid one finger over my clit, pressing slightly harder with each pass until my hand was coated in wetness.
My husband and I have a wonderful sex life, but I'd al
ways felt like something was missing. I hadn’t known exactly what that something was until six months ago when I discovered lesbian porn for the first time. The idea of making love to another woman set something deep inside my body and soul on fire. I wanted desperately to experience it firsthand, but since I was married and refused to cheat on my husband, I did the only thing I could think of; I snuck out of bed night after night to watch gay porn and masturbate until I was so tired I could barely make it back to our room. It was a truly pitiful situation, but there was no other foreseeable way around my nightly trysts.
I couldn’t just up and tell my husband that I loved him, but I needed something more and I thought that something extra might be a woman. I was positive he’d either have me locked up in a loony bin for depraved housewives or divorce me on the spot. Neither one was a choice I relished, so I stuck to getting my kicks in private when I could. I'd been brought up to believe that sex was something a woman could only indulge in with her husband after they were properly married. If my mom knew some of the fantasies I'd been having lately, she'd have me committed long before Daniel could even set the process into motion.
I was right on the verge of an explosive orgasm when the sound of someone clearing their throat rang out right behind me. I froze, two fingers buried deep inside my pussy as I clicked on the little red “x” in the upper right hand corner to close down the site. I knew I’d already been busted, but I couldn’t bear the thought of facing my husband while the three women continued to fuck each other in the background. It just seemed worse somehow.
I stayed put, waiting for my husband to explode. Instead of the explosive outburst I expected, he bent down next to my ear and whispered a question so softly I had to strain to hear him. “Did that turn you on?”
How was I supposed to respond to that? Wasn’t the answer rather obvious? I kept my gaze focused straight ahead, on the now blank screen, and prayed for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
“Do you do this a lot? Sneak off and masturbate to porn online?”
I could only nod in response, wondering why he seemed so calm about the whole thing. I wanted him to rant and rave, almost craved it. The relaxed tone of his voice seemed totally out of place with what he’d just walked in on. If our roles had been reversed, I wasn’t sure I could down play it the way he was.
“Is it just girls or do you watch guys too?”
Oh God, each question seemed more degrading than the previous one. It was just more than my fragile self-esteem could take. I whipped around in the chair, coming face to face with my hubby in the dimly lit study. Our faces were only inches apart, but where I expected to find disgust and anger, I only found interest. He looked truly curious about what I was doing and why. Confronted with that attitude I couldn’t help but answer. “Just women. The other stuff doesn’t interest me.”
He reached out and stroked my cheek, holding my face tenderly in his palm. I kissed the center of his hand and sighed. “I’m so sorry. I don’t do this to hurt you.”
He cocked his head to the side. “I believe you. Why don’t you tell me why you do it, though?”
There were no words to express how I felt when I watched the women together. I didn’t even try. In absence of a response, he threw out another question.
“Do you just like to watch or do you imagine yourself in their place? Do you think you'd like to have another woman go down on you? Would you want to go down on her too?”
I gasped as he spoke aloud what I'd been dreaming about for months. I felt like my mind was wide open and he was pulling out my every fantasy to examine. I pulled away and glanced downward, staring at the carpet beneath my feet. There was no way I was going to answer such a loaded question.
He took my chin in his hand and forced me to look him in the eyes. “I’ve seen the way you look at other women when we go out together. You try to be sneaky about it, but sometimes you get this dreamy look on your face when you see a female you're attracted to.”
I pulled away, collapsing back against the chair in surprise. I couldn't believe he'd noticed what I'd tried so hard to hide.
“You study them, stare at them. I can see you undressing them with your eyes. Are you wondering what they look like naked or what they taste like? Does the thought of being with another woman excite you?” He hesitated just a moment before asking his next question. “Are you tired of me already?”
I jumped, shocked that he had come to such a conclusion even as I understood why he would ask. “No, I love you. You’re my husband. I took our wedding vows very seriously. I still do. Till death do us part and all that.”
“Then why sneak in here every night?”
I shook my head. “What else am I supposed to do? I pointed to the computer. “I couldn’t exactly tell you about this could I?”
His eyes widened in surprise. “And why not?”
My reply was immediate. “What do you mean why not?”
“I mean exactly that. Why couldn't you tell me about this fantasy of yours?”
“What kind of wife would that make me if I woke you up in the middle of the night and told you that I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be intimate with another woman? That I want to be with another female so bad it haunts my thoughts all day and night? Is that what I was supposed to do? How would you have reacted to that?”
He smiled softly. “Am I reacting badly now?”
“No and that’s what scares me. You should be throwing a fit. Ranting to the heavens and threatening me with a divorce. You shouldn’t be so damn calm and understanding.”
He nodded emphatically. “Yes I should be. I'm your husband and you're my wife. We're supposed to handle things together. You shouldn't have to keep secrets from me, especially where sex is involved.”
I laughed harshly. “Well it isn't a secret anymore.”
I started to get up, and he took hold of my shoulder gently. “Where are you going?”
I shook my head dejectedly. “I don't really know. I guess I'll just pack a few things and go stay with my mom for a while until we figure out a more permanent arrangement.”
“What are you talking about? Why are you running away from this?”
The first stirrings of anger sounded in my voice. “I don't even know what this is! I love you. I love having sex with you. This attraction I have to women isn't normal! How can you possibly want me around after what you saw tonight?”
“How could I not want you?” He opened his arms to me, and I rushed into them, desperate to feel his body against mine for what might be the last time. He pulled me in tight against him, and I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart where my ear lay pressed against his chest. The tears I'd been holding back broke loose like water from a dam that had just collapsed. He stroked my back lovingly while I shook and sobbed in his arms.
His upper body was still warm from where he'd been snuggled under the covers and the only clothing he had on was his favorite pair of black silk boxers that he liked to sleep in. The thin covering did nothing to hide the sight or feel of his erection now that we were pressed so close together. With all the drama it took me a moment to register the fact that he was hard. I sucked back my tears and ran a hand curiously down his stomach until I reached the loose, elastic waistband, dipping beneath it to confirm my suspicion. I wrapped one hand around his shaft, and he pushed himself harder into my palm. I couldn't hold back several questions of my own.
I released him and he let me go. Instantly, I retreated to the other side of the room for some much needed space. “You're aroused.”
He reached down and adjusted himself, drawing my gaze to the part of his body I'd just been fondling. “I am.”
“You're not mad?”
“No, I'm not. Do you want the truth?”
I wasn't sure I could handle anymore deep revelations but I asked for some anyway. “Yes, I do.”
“Not long after we started dating I realized you were attracted to women as well as men.”
I felt my
eyes pop wide. “You did?”
“Yes I did, but you never mentioned the attraction and there was never any reason for me to ask you about it. We fell in love and got married and that was the end of it. I always thought you were bi and that you'd just decided to settle down with a man instead of a woman. I considered myself a very lucky man to marry you.”
Sarcasm dripped from my reply. “I bet you don't feel like that now.”
He took himself in hand as he walked across the floor towards me. “Actually I do. Do you know how many men fantasize about seeing their wives make love to another woman?”
My eyes stayed glued to his cock as he released it from the confines of his boxers and began to stroke off in earnest. “What the hell are you talking about?” I forced myself to look at his face.
He stopped right in front of me, taking one of my hands and wrapping it over the top of his own as he kept pumping. “You like having sex with me, right?”
Considering what we were doing I didn't think an answer was really needed.
“Have you ever had sex with another woman?”
I shook my head as he increased our pace.
“But you want to?”
The gush of wetness that flowed out from between my thighs encouraged me to be honest. “Yes!”
He grunted at my answer and jerked in our combined grip, shooting his load all over our hands and his stomach. We'd just reached some pivotal point in our lives—I just had no idea what it was. Thankfully, Daniel knew exactly what I needed and what to do to make my dreams come true.
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