Swapping Wives With Friends, Ch 1

I was 6 1”', slender in build, 170lbs, brown hair and brown eyes, now, have put on an extra 15lbs somewhere along the way. My wife, Becky was 5'1" tall, 107lbs and also slender but well proportioned, very nice legs and smallish breasts, with large protruding nipples. We had just moved to Columbus, Georgia. I had just been assigned to Fort Benning and Becky was looking for employment but decided to baby sit to supplement our income. Our new friends, Diane and Jim were about our age and were an attractive couple too. Jim 5'8" tall and about 160lbs, Diane about 5'7" and about 135lbs, with long brown hair, and super firm 38DD tits that caused one to not notice any extra weight she may have had.

We quickly became good friends and began spending our free time together. Sex was often a topic of conversation and Diane love to show a lot of cleavage and often caught me looking. 

Friday night found us playing cards at Diane and Jim's. We were well into a second six-pack and as usual our conversation became more explicit as the empties filled the kitchen trashcan. Diane drained the last of a can of Coor’s, looked directly at me and asked, "John, have you ever heard of wife swapping?"

"Well sure," I replied, "I read Playboy Forum. Its not just because of the pictures that I have a subscription." I looked at her curiously, wondering just where this was going.

"So what do you think, have you ever thought about trying it," she asked?

"No", I replied, "I don't think Becky would be too enthused about anything like that."

"Well have you ever asked her?" she shot back, and then turned to Becky and asked, "What do you think Becky?" 

To my complete amazement and as my mouth dropped open, Becky looked directly at me and said, "I think it sounds like it would be a blast." It got very quiet for a long moment and although I had not heard the furnace kick on, the room was suddenly quite hot. I glanced quickly at Jim; he was just sitting there with a big grin.

"So John," Diane probed again, "What do you think now?" 

I looked from one to the other and as I fixed my gaze on Becky's face, replied, "I think it would be a blast too. But I sure don't know anyone that might be into it and wouldn't know where to start looking." 

"We have been doing it for over a year," Diane said, "And you're right, it is a blast, really wild. The sex is great and our sex life is better than ever too." 

I looked at Jim, seeking confirmation, was this joke or for real. Jim nodded in agreement, still wearing the big grin. The regular Friday night pitch game took second priority for the rest of the evening as Diane and Jim filled us in on the exciting world of wife swapping.

As we waved goodbye, heading home when the evening ended, Diane called after us, "You guys talk it over, I think you will really like it. And I know John has a more than passing interest in these", she continued on as she cupped her hands under her large breasts and shook them at me.

Well as you might imagine we went home and made love with a heated passion we hadn't enjoyed since our honeymoon. For the next couple of days we talked of little else, Becky finally admitting she and Diane had set me up that she was already convinced she wanted to try it if I would go along. That was all it took.

Becky and Diane had the details all worked out before the next Friday rolled around. We would make our regular Friday card game; Jim and Becky would retire to our house, leaving me with Diane. Jim would call the next morning before coming home, all nice and neat.

A few brews and a couple of hours after we arrived, the time was approaching. I had a great deal of difficulty staying focused on the game, my mind understandingly enough on other things. Diane, true to her nature was wearing a low cut top, showing most of the tops of her ample breasts. I couldn't keep my eyes from them. Becky, not to be out done, was sporting a thin tee shirt with no bra, nipples pebble hard and pressing through the thin material. Jim did not seem the least bit disappointed in what he saw either. Finally, around 8:30 or so, Diane got up and put her kids to bed. Diane looked first at Becky and then straight at me and asked, "Are you guys sure about this?"

We looked at each other and answered in unison, "Yes." Becky and Jim headed out the door. In a moment I heard my car start and pull away. 

Diane looked at me and whispered quietly, "Wait here. I want to check on the kids." I sat at the kitchen table sipping from a near empty can of Colt45 malt liquor, waiting patiently. I heard doors opening quietly and in a moment a soft call from the hall. 

Diane was standing in the hall near her bedroom door. She had changed into a pale green silk, transparent nightgown. Although the light was dim, I could clearly see her large breasts, with the dark areolas and very hard protruding nipples. This was what I had secretly desired to see since meeting her. Yet, my eyes were drawn from the objects of my desire to lock with hers, greenish blue and shining in the low light. I moved quickly down the hall to meet her, my arms opening to catch her shoulders. Still looking into her eyes, I whispered, "Boy have I been waiting for this."

"Shhhhhh," she whispered, rising on tiptoes to quickly press her lips to mine. The quick kiss, which was intended to silence me least I might awaken the sleeping children, quickly turned into a very hot and passionate one, lips that had made that first touch in a tender exploring way, were now pressing hard, and tongues were dueling, slipping from one open mouth to the other. We pulled back, breathing hard, and she, pressing her finger to her lips for silence, took my hand and led me into her bedroom. 

Diane quietly closed the door. "Now you can talk," she said softly, just keep it down.

My wife long forgotten, my eyes dropped from her face to gaze at her full chest. The sight of her gently swaying breasts with the dark circles and large nipples clearly visible through the transparent material of the gown, caused an immediate throb in my cock, which in all truthfulness, had been erect most of the sexual charged night already. My hands came up, catching a full breast in each hand and feeling hard nipples pressing against each palm. Fingers and hands kneaded and caressed, while once again I bent to press my lips to hers. It was as if the first kiss had never ended, for once again tongues dueled, slipping deep into a waiting, sucking mouth; we began our love making with that wonderful passionate and frantic kissing.

Diane dropped her hands to my belt and I felt a tugging and pulling as she unfastened my belt and began pulling my shirt upward. The shirt and tee shirt came off together and as we broke the kiss, to let the garments slip over my head, I took the opportunity to catch the hem of her gown to life it quickly over her head as well, leaving her standing nude before me. As my eyes took in the sight I had so longed to feast upon, those wonderfully breasts. She knelt and quickly pushed my jeans and underwear down and off. Again we embraced, now hot flesh against hot flesh, mouths again seeking to devour one another. Diane broke the kiss, and stepped back toward the bed.

I had thought of little else for the past week, but I had planned to be very cool headed, taking my time to show her I was an experienced lover. It didn't happen that way, and really neither of us wanted slow or cool at that moment. We were quickly on the bed with me on top, and Diane whispering furiously, "Fuck me, fuck me now, hard!"