Swapping Wives With Friends, Ch 1

To be honest I don't know if I could have acted differently anyway, so I did, as she was demanding. Her pussy was already very wet, and I entered her in one hard fast plunge, and we were fucking fast and furious, flesh slapping audibly with each thrust. It was over very quickly, too quick really, but neither of us was disappointed. The heightened state of sexual arousal we had both lived through for the past hours, and week, had primed us and we reached that first orgasm virtually together.

Collapsing on her, we rested a moment, the sounds of ragged breathing blending together much as our bodies previously had, filling the quietness of the room. "Wow," I breathed into her ear, "That was something." 

"Yes," she whispered, "That was something and only a start too. Remember we have all night." And we did. We made love all night, literally. Somehow, I was able to rise to the occasion and get off seven times, and Diane, who turned out to be multi-orgasmic, many more than that. Actually, I guess it was not about making love at all, rather it was about fucking and sucking; It was about sixty-nineing, and me fucking her doggy style with her ass up in the air and large beasts swaying with the tempo of our thrusting, and about her straddling me, and riding my cock until she was wet with perspiration. No it was not love making, but raw sex.

Around 6:00am the phone rang. Diane picked it up and said, "Sure, come on. I think John is all fucked out." She grinned a big grin and said, "Jim is on the way. Better get dressed."

I met Jim on the driveway as he got out of my car. We never spoke, the shit eating grins plastered over our faces telling the story without words.

We quickly fell into a comfortable routine of swapping on the weekends, with our activities limited only by the desire to not allow the children to know. We also quickly found we enjoyed each other's company so we agreed Becky and Jim or Diane and I could be alone together if our schedules allowed without a formal swap. 

Diane and I soon started car-pooling together since she worked on post and worked in the same area, only a few miles apart. There was an automatic car wash in the gas station where I purchased gas, and since you got a free car wash with a fill up, I was in the habit of getting a car wash. The first time we rode together was the very week after the first night of swapping. I pulled into the car wash, and totally unexpected Diane, leaned over, unfastened my pants and engulfed my cock, It was not fully hard, but that only took 30 seconds or less. The car wash was two or three minutes, and as we rolled out into the bright sunlight, Diane, was raising up with a drop of cum being slurped off, in a swipe of her tongue. "I have been dreaming of this every since last Saturday night," she grinned.

It was not the only time either; in fact it was part of the routine. Every time I got a car wash, I got a first class blowjob too. I bet folks at my place of work wondered why my car was always "Just washed"!

Now you might wonder how Becky and Jim made out. Well it was much like our night of passion. With a small exception Jim's cock was about the same as mine in length, but thinner. Not to say I am large, because I am probably only about average. Jim on the other hand had a cigar shaped cock, like I said, long and thinner. Seems after breaking the ice and getting the strong edge of desire worked off by good ole vaginal intercourse, good ole Jim had convinced Becky to let him fuck her ass; something I had not been able to talk her into. Seems the shape of his cock was less threatening and she agreed. It probably also had something to do with the whole supercharged raw sexuality of the experience. Anyway, once the ice was broken, she had no problem taking me too. (Thanks Jim!!) 

As I mentioned earlier, we agreed we could get together anytime things worked out for any two of us. And so it was one late spring morning, around 2:00am, a light tap on our bedroom window awakened me. As I started to rise, Becky's hand caught me and pressed me back down, "It's ok," she whispered. "I'll be right back and take care of you. Keep your ears open and use your imagination."

As I woke up I watched as Becky grabbed a blanket from the closet and quickly climbed out the window into the back yard. As I lay there, now fully aware of what was happening, my cock sprang to full attention. I could hear soft laughter and obvious sounds of love making, sucking sounds such as made by lots of deep passionate kissing. The sounds soon turned to soft moans and a slapping of flesh. The sound of a sharp gasp, told me good ole Jim had learned my wife liked those large nipples pinched, and still another, this time the tone laced with that white hot pain/pleasure, told me his teeth had made real contact. Low throaty guttural sounds associated with sexual expression continued to drift to my ears and I lay still, wanting to touch my cock, to stroke it, but knowing if I did I would quickly cum, I disciplined my self to wait. Good ole Jim was not so quiet either and the tones coming from him told me he was starting to feel the bite of sharp nails on his back, something I had often felt myself, all of this causing my already rock hard cock to throb even more. They were not at all respectful of the sleeping neighborhood as they finished mid grunts and moans and down right cries of passion.

It was quite for a moment, another soft laugh, and then the sound of a car door opening and closing. In a moment Becky was climbing back into our bedroom. She quickly straddled me and lowered her cum filled pussy onto my cock. She quickly set a fast pace, and my fingers found her nipples even as hers found mine and she was cumming again as I felt hot cum jet from my cock to mingle with Jim's. Becky collapsed on me and we lay there until sleep once again claimed us. Sometime in the night we rolled apart, and when we awoke the next morning amid love juice and sticky sheets, we were not turned off, but rather reveled in the memories of having made the messy bed.

Besides being swapping partners and, yes lovers of a sort, we became best friends. We were frequently together as couples and as families, having backyard cookouts, and such. Once when we were cooking out on the grill, Becky and Jim were inside, supposedly getting some food ready, I went in to get some sauce, I saw Becky leaning over the table, grasping the sides as Jim stood behind her, thrusting into her from the back. I quickly retreated and, upon approaching Diane, motioned her to sit on the picnic table. As she settled on the table, I reached for her shorts, attempting to remove them. "Are you crazy," she asked, "They will be out here any minute."

"They will be a while," I responded, "Trust me." One look at me, and she realized what must be going on inside. She raised her hips to allow me to slip off her shorts and panties. Kneeling, I buried my head in her thighs, lips and tongue quickly finding her sensitive clit. I brought her to a quick climax and Diane was just pulling up her shorts when Becky and Jim reappeared. Looking from one to the other, we burst out laughing.

These events occurred 30 years ago, and yet many of them are as fresh in my memory as yesterday. It was a nearly two-year period of the most fulfilling sexual experiences of my life. After my wife and I were reassigned to Germany we eventually lost contact with them. I just may do some searching to see if I can relocate them to see what they’ve been up to. If I find them I will keep you all updated.

Here’s to Diane, Jim and Becky, whereever they are today.