7 comments/ 59073 views/ 27 favorites Ex Mormons Swing By: BoundariesBroken Since my wife and I left our church, a church we had both been members of for over 30 years, we had behaved a bit like teenagers. As Mormons, neither of us had ever had alcohol or sexual experiences with other people. We had married young and been devout, but after coming to the realization that the church was total bullshit, we were approaching life in new and interesting ways. As we experimented with booze for the first few times, we both wanted to take it slowly and not dive into something like alcohol in a way that would be unhealthy or lead to problems and risks neither of us wanted to take. But we both liked the drink and as 30-year-old newbies, we were lightweights. It didn't take more than a couple of glasses of wine for us both to be loose and uninhibited and the most logical benefactor of our slightly buzzed states was our sex lives. Whereas before we were conservative and shy in the bedroom, we suddenly found ourselves starved for good sex and outside of the guilt trip thrown down by the church on sexual behavior. We experimented, we bought toys and tried new positions and we got loud and bold in making it clear what we both liked and wanted. And we realized how fucked up our sex life had been prior. How we found ourselves in a position to experiment with another couple, however, has an interesting backstory. We did not set out to bring others into our bedroom play, and even as the events unfolded that evening we had no premeditated plans for even entertaining the idea. So how did we get there? One-night only months after we had started drinking, we had finished a good bottle of wine together and ended up kissing on the sofa while watching TV. It had been a few days since we had any kind of sexual contact and I was super horny from both the wine and the time since last getting off. Katie, my wife, also seemed extra ready to roll, her kissing was more aggressive than usual and because of the skirt she had on I was able to easy access everything she had to offer. She whispered a few special words in my ear as I nibbled on her neck and I knew that foreplay was going to be sacrificed tonight to the god of urgency and lust. I pulled my pants down just enough to free my cock and held her panties to the side as I slid into her. More than anything it was the shear wetness of her pussy that signaled to me how ready and wanton she was, and I felt like a teenager all over again. It only took a few seconds before I realized, too late, I was going to blow my load well before she was done with me. Normally I ensure as a matter of pride and respect that she cums first. I generally don't even enter her until she is done or ready to be done, so realizing I was about to fill her with cum was a problem. Already crashing towards my climax, however, I let it go and sank deep into her smashing my balls against her ass as I released what felt like a gallon of semen into her warm insides. She knew I was done and kindly told me it was ok, but I knew she needed and wanted more so I pulled out and told her to wait while I ran into the bedroom to grab her favorite vibrator. As I jumped up, and pulled out of her, I caught a glance of my semen starting to leak from her pussy. She dared not move much, so as to keep it from leaking onto the sofa, and so even when I returned with the toy I found her still laying there, legs spread, cunt highlighted with increasing amount of thick white liquid. I kneeled at her side, and kissed her while I handed her the vibrator. I knew from experience that I could not handle the toy myself and have it reach the spots she liked the most, so I let her drive while I continued to kiss her, and play with her breasts. She immediately turned up the speed on the device and she moaned as I nibbled on her nipples and sucked her tongue and lips into my mouth. Her body was responding with more urgency, however, as I played with her nipples and so I moved my mouth there and let my hands wander lower. As I sucked harder and hard on her breasts, my fingers explored around her open pussy, which was readily available to my touch since her, use of the vibrator was confined mainly to her clitoris. Again I noticed that as I moved my fingers around her open pussy she would clench and shake in response and so I put my fingers inside her, something I had never done before after climaxing in her. The wetness and heat was intense, and while I was not exactly turned on by the thought of playing with my own semen in her it was not unappealing either and that it was clearly turning her on was all the motivation I needed to keep going. Eventually I stopped sucking on her delicious tits and just watched as her hands skillfully played the vibrator against her clitoris and my fingers danced around her folds, slick with our combined juices. My own cum was clearly everywhere, thick and clinging to her flesh and my fingers and evidently still flowing from inside her. I had not realized how close my face was to her sex as I watched until I instinctually bent down a bit more to kiss the side of her hip and lick the curve of her pelvis bone, a part of her that had always turned me on. But as I touched her with my mouth a gasp of pleasure escaped her throat. I needed no further hints; I kept going, sucking and licking her hips and legs. But at the same time she was, with increasing urgency, thrusting her hips up to meet my mouth and bucking more wildly against the vibrator. Her motion was also causing her body to move towards me, so my licking and kissing was closer to her hand and vibrator and her drenched cunt. Several times she humped her hand and vibrator with enough force to crash my face against her hand and it was only then that I suspected she was actually hinting, asking for more. I could smell her sex, I could smell my semen, and her hand was drenched with the juices. I purposely moved inward and put my tongue against her fingers and could taste her pussy on them. It was delicious, intoxicating and amazing enough to cause my limp dick to stir again. And as my tongue touched her hand, another sharp gasp came from her mouth and she thrust her hips up again, this time she held her hips high off the sofa as if to offer herself to me. It was then I realized what she wanted, and unsure of if I could actually do this... lick and taste and even eat my own cum, I hesitated. But only for a second. I let my tongue wander down the outside of her labia and I realized the smells and tastes were all the same. My cum. Her juice. Sweat. Skin. It was sexy and beautiful and I wanted to see where this would go... for both of us. I pulled back with my head just long enough to move her leg over my shoulder and then I dove in like a man jumping off a cliff and into a dark lake, unsure of what lay beneath the surface of the water. I knew overthinking and further hesitation would cause me to second guess the adventure, so I dove my tongue into her gaping hole as far as it would go and I sucked hard. And I was rewarded with the most intense, immediate orgasm I believe my dear wife had ever had. She nearly suffocated me with her face as she ground against my nose and chin. Her vibrator no longer made a difference; its work had long since been done. Fluids erupted from her insides, and the tangy taste of my own semen was soon diluted with the overall flood of sexual response. She came long and heavy, sometimes barely breathing while she shuddered against my face -- other times gasping for air as she moved quickly with her hands to touch the spots that were not otherwise too sensitive from her overwhelming orgasm. Katie crashed on the sofa that night and we both learned something new and fun about ourselves. I had never considered myself bisexual, and still don't, but I realized my cum was not some vile poison and Katie admitted that she was very turned on by the idea of sharing our sexual fluids like that. From that night forward we started down a path of finding porn that turned us both on. We discovered the world of squirting, although we lacked the technique to make Katie squirt, we both found it very hot. We also got into creampie videos and swallowing videos, anything of the sort. As we discussed this we came to a mutual conclusion that the body reacting in those ways, climaxing and squirting and such... it was the ultimate way of feel satisfaction! It was the body saying "yes!" and "more!" And it turned us both on, greatly. For several months we fueled our sexual recreation with videos that started to include threesomes, of men climaxing inside of women only to be eaten by other men and/or women. We tried hard to figure out how to make Katie squirt, and though we never got a full stream of fluid to eject from her we did get gushes of fluid that would saturate towels and sheets and clothing. The journey was fun and our sex life was never better. ....... Leaving the Mormon church also meant finding a new support group for ourselves, a new community even. We searched for other people and couples that could both relate to our Mormon past but share our common experiences after leaving the church. Thank God for the internet and Facebook, which helps people like us find others to rebuild our social lives around. We developed friendships with new friends and couples, expanded our social life, and felt a renewed energy for life that was missing in the days of dogmatic religious living. It was a very common thing to get unsolicited private messages from someone on Facebook, newbies also leaving the church and in need of new friends and support. Our home became a regular gathering place for these lost souls to gather, meet each other, and find support. And it was at one such event we met Brian and Brooke. Brian and Brooke lived only a few miles away from us, but we only discovered them from mutual friends on Facebook. We had about a dozen couples over to our home one night for a wine tasting event and Brian and Brooke, despite being very green after leaving the church, agreed to attend. They took their first sips of wine that night and because they shared many of our interests like running and hiking, we immediately hit it off with them. They were slightly younger than Katie and I, but even after the rest of the crowd had left our house that night, Brian and Brooke stayed and we talked until nearly 2 in the morning. Brian was an accountant and just under 6 foot tall, carried a trim frame and dark hair and very intense black eyes. He was genuinely likable guy, had run several dozen marathons, as had I, and had a great sense of humor. We immediately got along. Brooke was almost as tall as Brian, but rail thin. Even her breasts were nearly non-existent and Katie and her joked about the always longed for augmentations. She had shoulder length blonde hair, very pale blue eyes, and pale skin. She was the kind of striking beauty that you don't instantly recognize, but after spending a short amount of time with her you can't help but see how gorgeous she was. And her appeal was not just physical, despite being in great shape, she was kind and genuine and laughed easily. Her physical appearance was a bit different from Katie, who was drop dead gorgeous in her face and features, despite smaller breasts, but Katie was not as thin and carried very sexy curves and a slightly shorter frame. Katie was a brown-eyed beauty with short playful brown hair and lustfully thick lips. Katie and Brooke together looked like complimenting opposites. They left that night only after we agreed to have dinner the following Friday. Dinner turned into another dinner date and then we scheduled a group run the following Saturday morning. Brooke further proved her beauty that day showing up in a cute running skirt that exampled her long tone legs. Post run turned into coffee and then a discussion of going up to their cabin about 60 miles east of where we lived. We both accepted the invite without even thinking about it and planned to leave the next Friday evening after work. They ended up driving, since they had the bigger SUV and despite gray skies and the very real threat of rain we made our way up the mountains. And rain did come, heavy dark clouds opened up into as much rain as we get in these parts, making the unpaved roads slick and messy by the time we arrived at the cabin. Brian and Brooke had not been to the cabin for a couple months and warned there might be dust and pests to deal with once inside, but when we entered the place was tasteful, cozy, clean, and free of any obvious mice or rats or whatever else might like to sneak into a warm cabin retreat. We were all hungry, so wine and food was the priority and several hours later we were all tired and full and slightly drunk. We had wanted to spend the next day hiking so we all agreed it was time for bed. Brian helped me grab our bags as we made our way up to the loft/bedroom where Katie and I would sleep. The cabin had one main bedroom on the first floor, the small kitchen/dining area where we had spent the last few hours, and a bathroom in addition to the loft, which was essentially a small bedroom. Walking up the stairs I wondered if the bedroom would afford us enough privacy since I was desperate to fuck Katie and from her body language she was equally anxious for some action. Alcohol always effectively fueled our sexual appetites. While we had not explicitly talked about it, I knew that Brian and Brooke were also added something subtle in our recently sex. I would not dare lie and say I had not thought of Brooke in very naughty ways, she was far too attractive to ignore, but I had caught Katie staring at Brian in ways that gave away some of her thoughts. Never had we exchanged these thoughts, discussed fantasies of others, or gone anywhere near this territory, but that we were spending so much time with a very attractive couple was bound to generate some thoughts, even if we intended to keep them private. The loft bedroom was small, but looked more that accommodating and Brian put our bags on the bed and then left me to unpack. Katie was downstairs getting ready for bed in the bathroom; Brooke was filling the tub for herself as I unzipped the bags. As I opened the closet doors to put away some clothing, things went terribly wrong. Mice were everywhere in the closet, clearly having made their way in from the roof and nesting in boxes and clothing and linens. The smell was shocking, and while I am not one to get scared by small animals like mice, this was simply gross. And Katie happened into the room just after I jumped out of the way of a scampering little gray mouse, but her reaction was predictable... scream! Brooke was already in the tub, but Brian ran upstairs and saw the cause for commotion. He and I packed up the bags again quickly as Katie ran back downstairs. Once retreated to the main floor, we nervously laughed and Brian apologized, clearly embarrassed. We talked about leaving, making our way back down to the city but it was after midnight and the rain had not let up. The roads looked treacherous and maybe even impassible with enough mud to keep us from heading back and all of us had been drinking enough to make the trip even more untenable. . We all decided it was best to stay at least for the night and let the storm pass. By this time Brooke had cut her bath short and dressed in a robe to come out and see what all the drama was about. She looked far too good in a short terrycloth bathrobe and I had to forcefully look away instead of staring at the hem of the robe that nearly exposed her ass cheeks. Brooke suggested, since the main floor living area did not offer a sofa to sleep on, that we simply all share the king bed in the main bedroom. Not for one moment do I believe Brooke was anything but innocent in offering up the idea, but once it was out there an awkward realization of what this meant settled on the four of us and a pregnant pause finally gave way to Brian saying, "why not?" We all shuffled into the main bedroom to scope out the place and the king size bed did look like it would work, at least for one night. Brian and Brooke went into the bedroom to change into clothes they could sleep in while Katie and I did the same out in the main room. We knocked to make sure they were decent and then entered to find Brooke in the bed, covers pulled all the way up. Brian was in a pair of running shorts, since he confessed he normally slept only in underwear, and Brooke blushed as she told us all she had was jeans, which she could not sleep in. So she was in bed wearing a t-shirt and panties, thus the reason she was fully covered. I was also in a pair of shorts I normally wore to bed, and Katie wore a pair of leggings she favored at night and a tank. Awkwardness still prevailed as well all finally made it to the bed and under the covers. Light out meant it was really dark, but knowing others were right next to us was so obvious that the lights might as well have been left on. The girls took the outside of the bed while Brian and I slept in the middle. But really, no one was sleeping. I was wide-awake, unable to get the idea of Katie and Brooke being in the same bed with us. I could tell by her breathing that Katie was also awake. I also assumed Brooke and Brian to be awake, but only because they moved around too much to be asleep. While I normally slept on this side of Katie, Brian and Brooke were reversed and not comfortable. Finally, Brian apologized and he and Brooke swapped, so I was now between Brooke and my wife. Without any control my cock became hard and Katie noticed immediately. Her leg, which was draped over my mid-section, pressed against it to acknowledge, tease, and likely to tell me to knock it off. But I was too turned on. It was all I could do to hold still and not push back against Katie's leg when I noticed that Brooke and Brian were NOT lying so still. My eyes, having adjusted just enough in the dark room could see a slight movement of the covers just about at waist level where Brooke was laying. It was subtle, but I could see the silhouetted movement and so I focused more closely and tried to stop my own heart from beating so rapidly. Katie could immediately tell I was watching something and shifted enough to lay her head on my chest and look in the same general direction. A couple quick taps of her fingers against my arm told me she had spotted it too. For a while I could not tell what the movement was, exactly. It clearly either had to be her hand, or his, but it was rhythmic enough to evidence that it was "a" hand playing around her junk. And it was turning me on. And it was turning Katie on too, as her previously passive body was now pressed resolutely against mine and the wetness between her legs was more than noticeable. I started wondering how this was going to end and for the first time I actively considered that some real sexual tension might be in the air between the four of us. Things were getting interesting. Just as the realization of what might happen entered my brain, Brooke rolled from her side to her back and now it was very clear that Brian was the one moving the sheets. As Katie and I were being still enough to possible feign being asleep, we felt the bed shift very so slightly as Brian slowly moved on top of Brooke. Now it was dark, and it was normal for us to move around as we slept, but this seemed just too bold a move to be done in the hopes that we might not notice. And since the next move was for Brooke to spread her legs and raise her knees to accommodate Brian, I had to be right. Katie had also frozen in reaction and now the air in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Brian finally spoke up. "Look, we know you are awake and this is bold, but we are both horny and we are comfortable enough with you guys to do this. But, if you guys are freaked out, let us know. Otherwise, it's dark, we will keep it quiet. We have always talked about having sex in the same room as another couple... same bed is a big next step, but don't hate us for asking." Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 02 Maybe it was latent Mormon programing, or simply human nature, but as the four of us silently took in the moment, all of us naked and coming down from the orgasmic high of a new sexual experience, a sort of awkwardness overcame us. It was clear that we were not sure what to do in the wake of it all. I was spent and I would normally be sexually satiated for at least a few hours but the realization of Brooke's body still against mine refocused my thoughts on the potential of the situation. Katie had been gently running her hands and fingers over my chest as we lay there with our new friends and so I did what felt natural, and I leaned into her and kissed her and told her I loved her. I then leaned over and kissed Brooke, gently and not with any aggression, just a friendly peck and said, "Thank you! That was amazing." This simple gesture seemed to thaw the ice in the room and even Brian looked more relaxed as he leaned in to kiss, (reclaim?), his wife. We were now giggling nervously about the experience and trying to be adults about it. Thankfully, Brian finally spoke up. "That was crazy good. Katie, you are really beautiful. Thanks for playing with us." Katie simply smiled and I thought I even sensed her blushing as she shifted a bit, perhaps to be less obvious and exposed in her nakedness now that Brian had made it clear he was being observant. Brooke spoke next, "So should we try and get some sleep, or do you guys feel awkward?" Katie answered: "No, I am not wierded out and I am exhausted, so let's just get some sleep and talk about this tomorrow." And as I know my wife, her voice and tone told me that she was more than just comfortable, I could hear the excitement in her voice and I knew this had stirred something in her. Being as tired I she was, however, we all readjusted our positions in the bed and pulled up the covers and closed our eyes. It was nearly unspoken, however, that we would not be putting on our clothes again. I wondered if we would actually even be able to sleep? In fact we slept deep and fast and the sun was well up, even in the highlands of our mountain retreat, when I finally opened my eyes. Four adults in a smaller room generated plenty of heat, and we had all pushed the comforter down and stayed only covered by the sheets. Brooke was on her side, facing me, her right breast fully exposed and it took about 3 seconds for me to become fully erect. It had not been a dream, I really had made love to my wife while watching another couple make love only inches away, and had been watched by that couple. I really had fingered the cum of another man as it trickled down the crack of his wife's ass, and even shared a taste of it with my wife. Crazy! And I wanted more. I felt the bed shift as Katie rolled to my side and opened her eyes. She looked at me, across me, at Brookes exposed breast, and smiled. She slid her hand down my stomach and found my cock as she probably expected, hard and hot. And as if she knew she was being watched, Brooke finally opened her eyes and smiled at the sight of her two bedmates watching her sleep. Certain she knew full well that her breast was exposed, instead of covering up she rolled a bit more on her back bringing both her breasts into view. Her nipples, just a shade darker than brilliant pink, topped her small breasts and just looked like they needed attention. I was thinking of reaching out and daring a touch when Katie's hand moved from my cock and reached out almost in perfect reaction to my thoughts. Her index finger alone traced the edge of Brooke's areola, once... twice... three times circling the crown of her boob until it centered itself on the nipple and pressed it down like a button, teasing it from side to side. Brooke watched and smiled like a little girl at first, then closed her eyes and reacted to Katie's hand by arching her back, lips now curled down from a smile into something more serious. This was an area that we had never really explored, the idea of Katie's interest in other women. We had watched our share of same-sex porn, and both teased about the idea of tasting our own sexual fluids as being something only bisexuals would do, but now I was watching my wife turn on and be turned on at the sight and touch of another woman. Brian was now awake too and when he noticed his wife being toyed with he gave a mock frown and shook his head from side to side as if he were frustrated by what he saw. For a split second I thought this would be the line-crossed that would cause him to shut down the little party and lecture us back to our senses but instead he reached out and took Katie's fingers in his and said "No, like this..." and proceeded to demonstrate, using Katie's thumb and index finger between his own, to show her how to pinch and pull at Brooke's nipples. True to his knowledge of his wife's preferences, Brooke reacted by moaning softly and arching herself into the playful fingers with even more force. Brian moved his hand down to administer to Brookes other breast while Katie became more rough in pinching and pulling, elongating the nipple an inch or two by forceful tug, then releasing it and starting over again with a sharp pinch. Brooke was not complaining and as the sole person not in the game I took a chance. Since I was only a foot, at most, away from Brooke's body it took almost no effort to put my hand on her thigh. I placed it mid-way between her hip and knee, fingers dangling inside almost to center. It crossed my mind that being subtle here was nonsensical given the situation, so I didn't linger long or wait for further invitation. I kneaded her slender legs slowly, and let my hand move up and down her legs. Despite the obviousness of what was going on I still felt like I needed some kind of "it's ok" sign from her before getting too aggressive. The sign came when she moved her left leg wide apart, even up and over the legs of her husband, and slightly bent the knee of her right leg outward and towards me, essentially saying, "Come on in". More than anything I wanted to just jam my fingers into her sex, but with some self control I matched the rhythm of play that Brian and Katie had established on her breasts. I touched her shaved, smooth, soaking outer lips and pressed fingers on the sides of her pussy, playing with the tendons and muscles that framed her sex. I slid my hand across her belly just above, pressing insistently on the pubis bone and feeling the strength in her exercise toned abs. I floated my hand downward across her sex, which was swollen and open, wet, needful. I let my hand continue all the way down, thumb lingering from top to bottom and pressing against her nearly erect clitoris. It was more than I could take and let my thumb slide from her clit to the heat of her opening and slid inside. My thumb felt such heat and the tissues, even saturated as they were, pressed against the modest girth of my thumb – gripping and providing resistance to my intrusion. Good God this women felt tight and ready! I could only imagine the sensation of my cock working its way into this tight channel. Would I ever get that chance? Above, things had moved along nicely. While transfixed on the exploration of Brooke and her most intimate parts, Brian had started kissing Brooke while Katie watched. Katie's focus on their mouths meant her hand had gone idle and lay haphazardly across her breast. Brian broke the kiss and looked across at Katie and then gently reached up to pull her closer with his hand on her shoulder. I felt a tinge of jealousy when I thought he was moving in to kiss her, but instead he guided her to Brooke and a timid first kiss occurred as they made eye contact, both seemingly searching the other to make sure the desire was mutual. The second peck lingered, eyes still wide open. The third kiss was preceded by eyes closing and mouths opening. They soon lost themselves in each other as they sucked each other with the sensual softness only possible between two beautiful women. Tongues flicked, saliva trailed from lip to lip as their kissing gained steam. Katie had leaned over enough now that her breasts were against Brooke's, and I had moved at the same time down and between Brooke's legs, more to accommodate Katie as she moved closer to Brooke than to better my own position on Brooke. But there I was, partially covered by a sheet and in the perfect position to touch and finally see Brooke and her glory. Drunk in the heat of the moment is my excuse and thus without the reservations of only moments ago I put my head against her inner thigh and began to lick at the saturated cunt in front of me. So, so wet. The taste, the smell, the heat! I was in heaven and I sucked on Brooke with abandon. I stuck my tongue deeply into the gushing center of her body and flicked it across her clit with fervor. I was lost in the moment and felt the matching urgency of Brooke's thrusting against my mouth, sensing her climax was near. And she did finally come, and her juices gushed and squirted in a nearly fantasy like conclusion to my best ever efforts at cunnilingus. She was not quiet, she was not modest, she was not lady-like as she violently grabbed the back of my head and bucked against my chin and mouth and face. When Brooke finally released me I finally found my senses and looked up to see Brian standing to the left of his wife, and Katie kneeling on the right, Brian's cock slowing working in and out of her mouth. Katie seemed to be working hard to accommodate, but Brian was longer than I was, even if with a bit less girth, and the deep thrusts were testing Katie's ability. It was hot to watch, to see something that should have made me jealous! So hot to watch my wife work his long and super-straight dick into her eager but less than experienced mouth. She finally caught me looking at her and she panicked a bit, but I moved up next to her as she released his cock from her lips and I kissed her deeply to let her know it was ok. I hoped she could taste the sex, the intoxicating liquids from Brooke as they lingered on my mouth and tongue. I hoped she could sense the entirety of how turned on I was watching her with Brian. Not wanting to stop the show, however, I broke the kiss and looked over at Brian. He was standing with what had to be nearly 9 inches poking towards me and admittedly, a bit too close to my face for immediate comfort. Brooke was smiling in her afterglow as she watched the whole thing and I motioned for Katie to turn around. I pushed her gently to her hands and knees and then, with a nod of my head, gave Brian permission to have at it. I would later look back on this moment and feel badly about not getting more explicit permission from Katie, after all I just invited another man to fuck her and while it was MORE than fine by Katie, my normally respectful and gentlemanly manners failed me in the heat of the moment. Katie put her head down into the sheets at the same time Brian buried 9 inches of himself inside her. Lest there be any lingering doubts, the grunt of shear pleasure the escaped Katie's mouth, even insulted by the bedding, was all the invitation needed. Brooke came up closer to the action, she clearly wanted to watch, and I instead moved up closer to Katie and stroked her back, breasts and neck while she neared her climax. Her quickening breathes gave way to a gasp, however, as Brian pulled all the way out of her and Brooke took his dick into her own mouth, licking my wife's nectar off his cock. It was enough to make my own mouth water, to lust for the things leaking from her. Brooke pulled back after only a few seconds, however, and guided him back into Katie. He moved even faster now, and deeper. Katie rolled against his thrusting and I felt her body tensing again. I saw the look on her face and knew that she was close. I pulled at her dangling breasts and watched her take a deep breath as her orgasm started, knowing she would hold her breath for as long as possible while her body took over. Like a small tremor, she shook against the continued barrage from Brian as her face grew red and her mouth began to quiver in need of air. Loudly she expelled the air from her lungs and took a deep breath as she rode the slope of her climax back down to earth. Brian's tempo was now changing, each thrust being held for a few milliseconds now as he calculated his own release. With a final grunt and push that must have tested the very limits of Katie's pussy, he grabbed her hips and held himself tightly against her ass, releasing his seed into her. While still deeply embedded in my wife, his cum was already seeping out the sides and I could see it starting to drip. As he slowly, and I meaning teasingly and painfully slowly, withdrew his length the shear volume of his cum was obvious. Globs dripped to the sheets below and my wife was looking backwards, her head folded so that her chin was nearly touching her chest. I immediately wanted to taste him, but feared that such boldness would be too much, a line too forbidden this early in our relationship with these new friends. But as I continued to watch, and as Brooke bent down to again clean the wonderful mess, her mouth engulfing him and sucking the slickness from him, I felt a pang of erotic need. I felt, for an instant, that I wanted to be in her place, tasting their juices even if on another mans dick. I looked back at my wife and the look on her face was almost as urgent as the feeling in my balls. She wanted me to do what I had learned to love doing, only this time exposing my perversion to others. I crawled from my position under Katie and while she remained on her hands and knees, I found my way back to her exposed backside. Her pussy looked hammered. Red, swollen, dripping, strings of cum vibrating from her labia, her hole looked completely full of Brian's remains. I grabbed her ass cheeks and massaged, letting my thumbs stroke to the side of her pussy lips. I rubbed the outer lips together, smooshing cum and girl fluid so that it became one viscous liquid. Brooke had finished her cleanup of Brian and they were now kissing, but watching, as I played my way closer and closer to the ultimate goal. And as my tongue finally touched the sweet spot between Katie's asshole and her pussy, I heard Brooke moan deeply in applause of my efforts. It was all I needed. I licked deeply and let my tongue trace the cum up and over her anus and I drank in the most literal sense. My eyes were closed as I savored the experience so I didn't notice Brooke until her cheek touched against mine, her own tongue and lips now kissing and licking Katie's ass cheek. Surprised, I looked up with gave her just enough room to move in closer so she could take her own turn at tasting the product of her husband and my wife's passion. We continued to share the experience for a few minutes longer, occasionally stopping to kiss each other and exchange the fluids orally. It was pure heaven. I was the only one in the room who had not climaxed that morning and my cock was raging with soreness from watching everyone go first. As I finally pulled away from the tangy treat I had shared with Brooke, my cock became obvious to Brooke and she reached down to give it a playful tug. "What about you?" she asked. But before any answer was given she bent down and took the whole of my dick into her mouth. While Brian was certainly longer than I was I had enough in width to give Brooke a unique challenge of my own. Her cheeks puffed as she worked to accommodate me and I restrained myself from being too urgent into thrusting into her mouth. Katie had become an expert deep throater and my favorite technique was to literally fuck her face when she gave me oral, but Brookes tongue was magical, however, and danced up and down my shaft as she applied her own technique. Brooke let me fall from her lips as I rolled to my back and she positioned herself between my legs. She took me back into her mouth but only for a few luxurious seconds before she released me again. Her saliva was running down my cock and wetness was pooling between my legs that was added to as she took my balls into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue. She took my dick in her right hand and began working the shaft with a tight grip as she continued to suck harder on my boys, licking them too and making them slippery from her slick mouth. With her shoulders she worked herself closer and closer, forcing my legs apart until I eventually lifted my knees giving her even more access. Brooke took the opportunity to drop her tongue below my balls and to kiss and lick at my taint. A fantasy never before realized in my life was to have my ass rimmed and Brooke was daringly close, close enough that I took yet another chance and raised my legs higher bringing my knees up and fully exposing my anus to her. Without hesitation Brooke stabbed her tongue at my most sensitive opening and I had nearly no time to enjoy the sensation as my involuntary reaction caused my orgasm to suddenly and violently erupt. I shot cum across my belly and onto my chest with Brooke's hand expertly milking me with perfect speed and her tongue still exploring my back door. She seemed well pleased that her efforts had paid off with such immediate rewards and when I finally could hold my legs up no more, she moved in concert back up my body. Again, without reservation she bent down and licked several of the thick ropes of cum from my chest letting it dance on her tongue, her mouth held open to display her treasure. She bent in after a few more seconds and kissed me, my own cum registering in my mouth even diluted by Brookes spit. Brian and Katie had assumed the position of mere spectators to the final round of our lovemaking, too exhausted to do more than watch and now the four of us sat sticky and satiated in the morning sun. There were no words, it still felt strange and awkward, but it became clear that regardless of the storm and the mice and the prior plans to head home early that day, we would be staying at the cabin for another night as we had originally planned. And perhaps the best was yet to come. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 03 (Heads up that this chapter will stray further from heterosexual sexual exchange. Because I file this story in the "group sex" category I don't want readers to feel misled. Thematically, the idea of two couples and sexual exchange between all four adults is the central tenant of the plot, but this chapter will depart from that just a bit.) * We showered one at a time, my wife got in first and given the smaller than average size of the water heater, Brian cautioned us to be quick. As Katie showered the rest of us mingled around the room and the feeling of strangeness started to dilute as we went about our normal routines of finding clothes and making the bed -- Brian went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Brooke slipped on a large t-shirt to cover up a bit but Brian remained completely naked and so I followed suite. Brian's cock flopped around as he made coffee and I almost sensed a form of macho territorialism emerging from his posturing and attitude. I wondered if he was feeling threatened, or perhaps he was showing off. His cock was bigger than mine was and its length was on display even when flaccid. Regardless of the reason for his display, I could not help but continue looking at it as he moved about the cabin. Within the hour we all had showered and found food and coffee. The previous evening was starting to become less tangible, unmentioned and feeling more like a wonderfully vivid dream. We had planned to hike that day and those plans remained intact. We packed light lunches, water and headed out on a trail that was muddy, but lush and green. The air was perfect, the storm mostly passed over and the mountains seemed alive after the drenching storm. We saw deer, moose, and the birds were noisy and busy. It was simply beautiful. While hiking the scenery caused a few memories to stir, memories from my Mormon mission many years ago. For those readers not familiar, LDS boys are strongly encouraged to serve a two-year mission when they turn 19 years old. The social pressure to serve is so strong that it really becomes less of a choice and more of an expectation. You are sent off to some other part of the world and expected to spend every minute of every day and night with a companion missionary, serving and preaching. On the mission, there is huge focus on keeping missionaries pure and chaste. Masturbation is strictly off limits. All time is spent with another male companion. You are never to be without your companion, never to be alone with the opposite sex, and obviously no dating or social life. This is strictly service to the church and even the act of masturbation is enough in many missions to have the poor boy sent home in disgrace. The guilt was intense because let's face it -- all 19 year old men are going to masturbate. Period. So a cycle of 'sinning', feeling guilt, trying to do better, and then cycling through it all again and again takes its toll, mentally shaming putting the young men in a position of constant dependency on the church, the mission, the companion. As we walked through the lush forest, I remembered similar scenery that I had experienced on my own mission in the Vancouver area of Canada. As those memories came back I remembered other moments with one of my companions, a night in particular where I walked into the bathroom of our small apartment to find him jacking off. He was mortified and I felt awful knowing that the self-inflicted guilt he would feel was enough, but now having to realize I knew of his transgression he would be overcome with a new level of shame. This seemed, and was so poisonous but what made the event even worse for me was finding myself erect and beyond control that night as I thought back on the few seconds I witnessed of his fat cock in his hand, his eyes closed, his other hand used to steady himself against the bathroom counter. I used that memory as I slowly stroked myself to a tremor inducing orgasm that night and many more nights to come. Yes, I felt guilty and yes, I cycled through shame, remorse, repentance... but I also had to explain why his cock would turn me on so much. I finally came to terms by framing the event as taboo, the appeal of the very forbidden, especially in the hyper-charged environment of an LDS mission. Back in the present, however, the cold morning mountain air was giving way to higher temps and higher humidity and Brooke was the first to start peeling layers of clothing away. Her shoulders looked gorgeous, exposed through her tank top and her very natural beauty complimenting the landscape around us. Emotionally I felt more close to her as I watched her walk ahead of me than I did the night before as we explored each other's bodies. Katie also took off her jacket as we crested a small hill that gave way to an expansive view of a mountain valley that I would have hoped had never been explored before. So beautiful, it looked pristine and untouched. I took out my camera and had Katie and Brooke stand with the vista behind them as I took a few pictures. At first the girls stood close and smiled, but then Brooke inched a bit closer as I twisted the camera 90 degrees to get a different angle of them and Brooke's shoulder touched Katie's, which then became Brookes arm around Katie, her hand resting on the half exposed skin of my wife's back and neck. Mormons have modesty issues. Clothing that covers and hides is a big deal and even the silly "garments" worn by devout members must be covered by the clothing so that they are not exposed. LDS faithful wear these garments instead of regular underwear; so imagine awful white underpants that cover from hip to knee for both men and women, and t-shirt equivalent tops, again for both men and women. The effect of such an obsession with both members underwear and modest clothing choices is an unhealthy approach to issues of nudity or even something as innocent as a tank-top that exposed previously hidden skin. Whereas before we were naked on a bed and having sex with each other, even in the wake of those recent events my Mormon programmed brain found eroticism in the shoulder-to-shoulder touching during innocent posing for pictures. To know that not that long ago a moment like this with female shoulders clad only in a clingy blue tank-top would have been forbidden by my silly church was taboo enough to make it stick out in my mind. It was a fucked up world I lived in before, and I was grateful to realize I was free of that guilt even if some of it still haunted me. However, I was even more grateful to realize that both girls had turned to each other and were sharing a fun and provocative kiss! I kept the camera going but they stopped their teasing as quickly as they started, leaving Brian and I smiling. The trip back to the cabin was uneventful but the quick kiss at the pinnacle of the hike served to break any remaining ice between the four of us. Our worlds had changed in the past 24 hours and no one was backing down or shying away. Even Brian's demeanor seemed to soften as the playful kiss peeled away the tensions of potential jealousy. The girls had effectively given notice that this was playtime and I sensed that if Brian and I wanted to keep it going, which we both undoubtedly wanted, we would have to throw off certain machismo responses and play along. At the cabin we napped in the late afternoon, all four of us stretched out on the king size bed again. Genuinely tired from a night of interrupted sleep and a decent hike, nothing occurred between us. I woke with a raging hard on beneath my cargo shorts and noticed that Brains hand was inside of Brooke's shirt as they slept, but my erection would have to wait -- my stomach demanded food more than sex. I left the three of them asleep while I hit the kitchen and started dinner. It was not long, however, before they all joined me and helped prep a quick meal. Brian started preparing some drinks, tonight we were all going to experiment with tequila for the first time in our post-Mormon lives. Dinner was quick and the drinks even quicker. Heads were buzzing as we sat around the table and laughed at sophomoric jokes and each other's ever more slurred speech. Brooke was getting a bit more buzzed than the rest of us and made the first bold move of the night when she slammed her hand to the table and said, "Fuck this! Let's have some fun!" I feared we were going to start down the road of some high school game like truth and dare but instead she suggested something far less subtle. She stood and walked over to where I was standing and smiled, raised her arms over her head and said "Greg, will you take of my shirt please?" I laughed a bit, in that kind of "you're crazy" way, we laugh when uncomfortable but I stood up, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and lifted it slowly until her pink bra was exposed and her shirt free from her body. Her response was to grab my own shirt and lift it up, tugging quickly and tossing it aside. Another nervous laugh as she walked back to her seat and I took my own, looking quickly at Katie, then back to Brian, both of whom were smiling with a misty bit of lust in their eyes. "Katie? Your move!" Brooke said as she sat down. Katie looked embarrassed but finally stood up. I expected her to walk over to Brian but instead she walked behind Brooke, pushed gently on her shoulders so that her back was exposed away from the chair, and unclipped her bra letting it fall forward and off Brooke's slender shoulders. Brooke looked genuinely surprised at this move, but we all clapped in appreciation of her bravado even as Brooke protested that Katie had broken the rules. In response, Katie smirked while she undid the button on her shorts, keeping herself hidden by the table top, and then dropped her short shorts on the table as proof of her actions. All eyes turned to Brian at once, who did not need to be prompted to take a turn. He rose and walked directly to Katie who remained sitting. His waist was merely inches below her eyes and without having to ask Katie undid the tie and button, and then zipper on his shorts. She tugged the waistband open but then let his shorts drop to the floor unaided by anything but gravity. The mass of his cock as already starting to bulge beneath his boxer briefs. Katie's hand reached out and pressed against the material constraining his length, almost involuntarily and only for a moment, the displacement of his shorts growing insistently against her touch. Once Brian had pulled away and returned to his seat, the next move seemed unclear. It was Brian who finally showed some urgency and said, "I have an idea..." Brian pulled his notebook computer from his backpack and opened it on the table. He then told us that he had over 100 erotic movies on his notebook and suggested a game where we randomly pick a movie and randomly pick a scene in the movie, and then act it out in real life. The logistics were argued about for a moment until it became obvious that the rules didn't matter... we just wanted to play. Katie picked a title from the list of files and Brooke said, "start at minute 15!" Once the initial scene come up we all watched in stunned silence. On the screen a stereotypically blonde and busty actress was engulfing the cock of a well-endowed man while she laid on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the coffee table she was laying on and the man standing in position to thrust almost directly into her throat. Katie immediately said, "I don't think I could do that" to which Brian said, "let's see!" Katie looked as if she might protest, but when Brian stood and took out his cock as his briefs fell to his feet she simply rose and climbed on the table. The table in the cabin was a bit higher than the coffee table in the film, but with a bit of work Brian positioned himself with cock in hand, Katie's hair dangling downward and her face turned upward, eyes looking directly at Brian's scrotum. At first only a few inches, but after a few minutes Katie was impressively taking 6 inches of Brian's dangerously long dick. It was challenging her and looked a bit uncomfortable but she kept at it until Brooke called "Time!" Brian pulled away, saliva stringing from the head of his cock and Katie wiped her mouth as she climbed off the table. This time Brooke chose the movie and Brian choose the time at which to start viewing. The scene that unfolded had two girls in a 69 while a male actor watched and stroked his cock in the background. I know I heard Brian moan at the thought of our two women locked in oral pleasure with each other but Katie moved so quickly to the carpeted floor that I wondered who wanted this more. Brooke peeled off her panties as Katie did the same and then Brooke mounted my wife's face, staying there just a few minutes to enjoy the first explorative licks from my wife's tongue until she finally bent forward to reciprocate. They seemed to have no hesitation as they dove into each other with hunger and I watched, transfixed, until Brian tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the computer screen. I looked up to see that the male actor who had been casually jacking off before, something both Brian and I were doing as well, had now moved behind the girl on top and had plunged himself inside her. I looked back and Brian and he nodded his head towards Brooke, who was on top, suggesting I go for it. So I did. I am not sure Brooke realized I was behind her as I put my dick near her opening, but she didn't argue as I pushed myself into her for the first time and felt the unreal pressure of her body tighten, her too-narrow passage flex to accommodate my presence. I felt an immediate need to ejaculate, her body being so new, so I pushed in deeply and held myself there to regain my composure. As I held myself in her I felt my wife licking the tissues that marked the juncture of Brookes sweet pussy with my cock, teasing us both. Realizing how fantastically naughty this was I pulled all the way out to preserve my orgasm for later. Brooke and Katie also retreated from their position and we turned back to the computer, lustfully, for the next act. Brian choose a new video and I suggested we go to 5 minutes from the end since a climax of our own seemed too close to hold off for much longer. Indeed, at the 23-minute mark we found a scene that surprised us all. A male actor was lying on his back, a very hot brunette on top of him, his cock buried deep inside of her. Her face registered a different level of passion, however, as the scene also had another male actor positioned behind her, fucking her ass. The famed double penetration that even Katie and I had watched many times but never contemplated. We all looked at each other, pensive and hoping someone would take the lead. My head was buzzing with lust, and tequila, and I feared for a second that this was too much and that our group might crumble under the pressure of this fantastic scenario so I leaned over and began kissing my wife with reckless abandon. I really did not have a plan but I knew I wanted to see this happen so I broke my kiss and barely breathed out the words to Katie, "Fuck Brian". Katie turned, it being clear now how this would play out, and she mounted Brian who had moved to the carpeted floor and lay on his back. His super long cock should have caused a bit of hesitation for Katie but instead she impaled herself on it and ground her pelvis against his. Brooke, without a second of thought or hesitation, ran to the bedroom and came back with a huge vibrator and a bottle of lubrication. She handed me the lube as she sat to the side of us all and turned on the vibrator, a low hum growling lower as she pressed it firmly against her soaking cunt. Katie and I had tentatively experiment with anal sex before but only with fingers and toys, my cock never having made it all the way in because of discomfort on her part. I applied the lube, sank a finger inside her asshole, and knew immediately that tonight would be different. She opened up for me as the finger explored her backside, rising off the cock she was riding to meet my finger as it slowly slid in and out. A second finger, then a third, probed and spread the lube that I was generously adding throughout the warm-up. With three fingers inside her, I hoped she would be ready to accommodate my girth. I pulled my hand free and positioned the head of my dick at the pink opening of her anus. I waited... and then pushed slightly. She had frozen herself still on top of Brian, his dick still buried to the hilt and I felt her breathing pause as I popped inside of her. I waited for her to give me a sign of pain or discomfort but when none came I pushed in further. And further. Still frozen, Katie seemed to be doing her best to accommodate me physically and mentally but the pressure had to be intense as another cock already filled a space next to the one I was claiming. Once I was finally inside her all the way she sighed and began to wiggle just a bit. This was going to work. This was going to be spectacular! I pulled out for my first real thrust and felt her ass claim me, clinging to my cock. I pushed back in and then repeated several more times. This was going to work! The logistics were far more tricky than portrayed on screen, Brian could barely move and thus it was up to Katie and I to establish a rhythm wherein she could ride up and down Brian's length while meeting my timed thrusts into her backside. This worked, although only with careful timing, and as I settled into the pattern I noticed that my balls were brushing up against Brian's and the sensation of our two cocks separated only by a few thin membranes was very present. Meanwhile, Brooke was climaxing, probably for the third or fourth time thanks to her battery-powered friend, but her eyes were laser focused on the scene before her. Katie started to climax and her orgasm ripped through her body with force. Near the end of her climax, she literally shook with such force that I had to pull out of her entirely until she collapsed onto Brian in a spent heap of sweaty flesh. Her ass tempted me still so I moved forward again to take her and as she rose to accept me, Brian finally slipped from her thrashed pussy. The combined movement of all three of us caused my dick to press directly against the length of Brian, our cocks smashed together and trapped between the combined bodies. I relished the sensation, the newness; the hard hot heat of his manhood and could not help but press harder against him. Our eyes met for a moment in the dim light of the room and he pressed back against me. I felt his hand reach down, prying between the tangle of legs and I figured he was going to re-target himself into Katie's flesh but had to close my eyes in the unexpected pleasure of feeling his hand circle our cocks, as one, pressing and gripping and moving slowly and with a strength only possible from another man. Katie, to her credit, knew instantly what had happened and what would happen. Time for analysis of how and why she could sense this would come later as at present I didn't much care to explain myself. She managed to roll out from between the two of us giving way to two male bodies caught in an unexpected twist. I wanted to kiss him but felt so cautious that I decided to give into the lust for tonight and leave the emotion for later. We ground our erections into each other and rubbed our chests together roughly. Hands clenched at each other with a ferocity that felt masculine and utterly explosive. I knew that we were both too close to be more creative in our lovemaking so I grabbed his hand he held our cocks and aided in our mutual masturbation. I felt the bulbous tip of his cock and experienced a craving I had never felt before. I reached lower to caress his balls in a way I craved being touched. I moved back up to lace my fingers with his and feel our I don't know who came first, I think it was him but I could not have been more than a second behind him. I felt our cum splash against our chest and run between our fingers. Our cocks, now more slick than ever, painfully pushed against each other, pressed into our abdomens. I raised enough to push him against my leg and then collapsed again into his hard body. Our hands, now sticky with cum, clenched at each other's skin. I pinched his nipples and gripped his shoulder; his hands kneaded my back, my muscles flexing to meet his touch. God I wanted to kiss him, but did not dare, and so thank God when he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him, his hot rough tongue touching mine for the first time. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 03 It may have been the most intense kiss of my life, although it didn't last long enough. I knew I craved the female in a primary way, but something new had now opened up in me and a sense of realization flooded my brain, danced with the endorphins, dopamine, and alcohol that already had me in a different state of existence. On cue, and as an affirmative declaration on the experience, I heard my dear sweet wife's voice sing out, "that was fucking hot..." Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 04 [Preface to part IV: I got a TON of feedback after parts 2 and 3 so let me address just a few things. First, yeah... I really rushed part 3 and I regret it. Not how the sex varieties turned out but the story and writing was hurried and I am sorry. Thank you, HONESTLY, for the feedback. Second, I have been asked and asked how much of my story is based on real-life experiences. I am an ex-Mormon and I am trying to keep the aspects that deal with the church as real as possible and I speak from decades of experience having lived in the church and having held many callings, including leadership callings at the ward level. That is about it, however. I have not been with other couples or men although I think both sound fun. Lastly, I apologize that many disliked the male/male aspects in part three. I don't want this series to be about gay-sex, per-se, I just feel as if the whole series should be about exploration and taboo and releasing years and decades of pent-up sexual frustration especially as it relates to religion and especially as it relates to Mormonism. I am going to explore a bit and that does not mean the story will or will not take a turn back into that kind of homosexual play. To my readers who liked parts 1 and 2 and then got a bit turned off in part 3, apologies but please see through surface level aspects of that sex play and hang with me if the other aspects are working for you, (religion, swinging, religiosity, group sex, cum-play, etc.). Mostly, I really do appreciate the feedback and suggestions and hope people will keep sending them my way.] .... PART IV .... The cabin experience could not occupy more space in my mind. Awkwardly we ended that night without a lot of deep analysis of what had happened. Everyone had experienced newness and soul exploding orgasms and an overwhelming sensation of liberation became the color of the last few hours we had with Brian and Brooke before heading home. We were all so tired that further sexual exploits simply could not happen, and the drive home was remarkably "normal", almost a conscious shelving of the prior activities as we talked about work and other mundane things. Brooke and Brian were heading out of town for the next week, Brian for business and Brooke to visit family in the city where Brian was headed for work, so our extreme closeness with them was going to give way to a vacuum. In the void of Brian and Brooke leaving town, Katie and I were a bit contemplative about it all and even took a break from sex for a few days, mutually, without being explicit but understanding our bodies were satiated and our minds blown. We talked about what the boundaries might be from this point forward and it seemed even in trying to negotiate some set of rules for playing with other couples, that we would simply get lost in the fantasy of what happened. We came to terms with the fact that it was good, very good, and we wanted more experiences like that. It seemed we were talking about both Brian and Brooke and the potential of others we might meet, even though we did not spell out these expectations. The only rule we both seemed to feel strongly about was that this was a couple thing -- this was not her hooking up on her own or me doing the same, this was erotic exploration for the sake of US. On a personal level, however, I worried that Katie might have second thoughts about what I had done with Brian, moreover I worried about the experience for myself and what it meant. Aside from the taboo fantasies of my mission companion I never dreamt of men or looked at them with lust in normal situations. Was I gay? Was I bisexual? Did the label even matter? I tried for the first few days to frame it and put the experience in a box. I wanted to come to some diagnosis or conclusion that would explain why I had such an erotic experience with another man, to know if this was a predictor of my future. It drove me insane until Wednesday night as I sat alone in the dark front room by a fire, three beers into the evening, that I realized it meant only as much as I wanted to assign to it. It did not define me, scar me, or label me. I loved women and I craved them and lusted after the female form in ways I could not explain with words. Nevertheless I had found appreciation and eroticism in the verboten connection of two men and I felt no sense of perversion or shame, I felt a sense of exploration instead. Would another man ever be able to connect with me like that again? I don't know, but I knew I was not going to worry over it anymore. I was not in love with Brian, I felt no need to be with him like that again, but should it happen I would not complain nor beat myself up. I grinned, I felt like I had resolved a life-mystery as I had emptied the bottle so I got up to grab number four from the fridge. No sooner had I closed the door on the fridge when the phone rang. The name on the display was that of a neighbor that lived just around the corner from us, Craig Larsen. We had lived in the neighborhood for 11 years and knew our neighbors well, most being very typical Utah Mormons. Since leaving the church some of those friendships had dissolved into nothing more than polite waves and smiles, others avoided us as if we were dangerous daemons. Craig and his wife Melinda were close to my age and we had gotten to know them better than others in the neighborhood and Craig had always treated us very well, even after we left the church. Craig and I had regularly golfed together and he seemed very casual and decent. Craig's wife was a crazy hot Mormon who I had visually undressed many times when seeing her around town or even in church services, a cute brown haired MILF with a curvy body that was always entirely too clothed in a very Mormon-modest way. Even at the church pool party a couple years ago her conservative one-piece bathing suit did not give away many details. Although Craig and I had remained friends, we had not spoken in a few weeks and it was atypical of him to ever call late in the evening. I picked up, intrigued, and said hello. In the course of the next few minutes I learned that while I was out of town having sex with another man and his wife, Craig had been called to serve as the Bishop of our Mormon Ward. In the LDS world, Bishops are the leaders of small church units called "wards" that usually range in size from about 300 to 500 members. Bishops are just ordinary guys that live in the ward, men that have been deemed worthy enough to lead the ward and they serve as bishop for about 5 years before a new bishop is called. Craig's turn, apparently, was up and I sincerely felt bad for him since bishops have to deal with everything from welfare needs to operational matters of the ward, collecting tithing, dealing with the drama and also serving as the source of confession for sinners. Not a fun job, even for those men who would aspire to such a calling as a promotion in their religious career. Moreover, Craig didn't fit the typical "bishop mold". He was too casual, in my observation, of his faith and too eager to crack an off color joke while golfing or laugh about the crazy cultural habit of the LDS church. Self-righteousness was not a trait I assigned to Craig, but one I observed in most Mormon leaders otherwise. Nevertheless, Craig was the new bishop and he was calling to check in on Katie and I, in the capacity of bishop. He wanted to know if Katie and I would come by the church, visit with him, and catch up. I knew this meant Craig would be sitting behind a desk, suit and tie on, and we would get grilled on why we were no longer active, what he could do to help strengthen our testimony of the church, on and on. I knew the drill, I knew the protocol, and I wanted nothing to do with it. Craig and I were decent friends, however, so I made a counter proposal. Telling him that we would be uncomfortable with a formal visit to the church, I suggested he and Melinda come over to our place instead, have dinner, and we could catch up as friends and neighbors. Honestly, I think I heard relief in his voice that I was letting him off the hook of formal bishop duties and he accepted the invite. As luck had it, we both were free the following night and so a dinner date was set. Craig and Melinda arrived sharply at 8pm, which in Mormon Utah is a rarity; no respect is given to being prompt to any event. Craig, much to my disappointment, insisted on wearing a white shirt but at least ditched the suit coat and tie and his wife wore a simple knee length skirt and loose fitting knit top and looked much more casual. We all gathered in the kitchen, snacked on chips, and made light conversation while we finished dinner prep. "So how's life as the Bishop, Craig?" I asked. He laughed a bit and then said it had been entirely overwhelming, even in just the few days he had been in the position. He talked about the petty drama of some of the Sunday school teachers and the problems he had getting the youth to remain interested in anything related to the church. He said on his first Tuesday night of meeting with members he had heard more personal details about the lives of people in the ward than he ever wanted to know. Teenagers confessing to reaching second base, adults gossiping and rumoring about other members, confessions of a beer consumed while camping by some older gentleman in the ward. I laughed but internally I considered how differently the world looked outside of the church and how petty things become elements of shame and guilt inside the church. Sick, I thought that people would run to this poor man and pour their sins onto him. How sick to think people would divulge to a figurative stranger their most personal secrets and that he would have to take them on as part of his stress too. How do you look at a member who confessed to cheating on their spouse, for example, and not feel embarrassment for the both of you for the rest of your lives? Unfortunate, to say the least, but at least Craig was relating very minor indiscretions. If he only knew what Katie and I had been up too last weekend, I thought. Thankfully, the church talk ended as dinner was ready and we enjoyed a great meal and talked about politics, sports, kids, and jobs... an hour and a half flew by. Craig and Melinda were genuinely good people and we enjoyed their company. Nonetheless, that he was the bishop now was always in the back of my mind and rather than leave good enough alone, I reopened the religious subject when a lull occurred in the conversation. "Well Craig," I said, "I feel bad for you. A lot of tough stuff and long days are coming your way and I don't envy you one bit. I certainly don't want to be in your shoes the day a cheating spouse comes to your door in tears to spill all the details!" "Yeah..." Craig replied. Then he paused but apparently feeling comfortable enough with how the night had gone he offhandedly added, "Well... that already happened too." "Oh man!" I exclaimed, "Baptism by fire for you!" I looked at Katie during this exchange and her eyes were full of wicked amusement, but as I glanced over at Melinda I saw both shock and intrigue. I supposed that Craig had not shared this detail with her, and if playing by the rules Craig would not have shared this detail with anyone in respect of the individuals privacy. In the privacy and company of friends, however, secrets tend to leak. "You're serious?" I continued, "A cheating spouse?" Craig replied, "Not exactly..." "Come on, you have to share more details... don't tell us the names, just give us the story!" I said, trying to keep my voice light and my interest playful. "There is a couple in the ward that have been having problems in their marriage and they came to me to confess that they had tried an 'open' marriage", Craig said using air-quotes around the word 'Open'. "Guess they felt guilty about it after trying it out and came confessing," Craig finished. "Wow!" was all I could say in response but then Melinda chimed in, "Were they embarrassed?" she asked. "Funny, but no." Craig answered. "In fact, despite the fact that I kept telling them I didn't want any details, the two of them kept insisting on telling me specifics as if it would change the way I would judge them." Now Craig was blushing, but I he had opened the barn door on this one. "Details?" I prodded. "What details?" Melinda asked. "Geeze... I should NOT be telling you this!" he protested. "You can't stop now!" Katie finally added, teasing. Looking defeated Craig continued, "Crud... ok. Just stuff like making sure I knew that she only had oral sex with the guy she hooked up with and that she only hooked up once, while he wanted me to know that he had two different partners and with one it was only oral but with the second partner he had full intercourse. That kind of stuff." Melinda was staring at him with her mouth slightly open as if she could not believe what she was hearing. "It's that easy to just go find new sex partners?" she asked. "I dunno, I didn't ask how they arranged it -- I was totally caught off guard!" Craig replied. "And it didn't help that they are people I KNOW and that they are both attractive and apparently very sexual." He continued. "You got turned on by this?" Melinda asked in a surprised voice. "Gimme a break, Hun! What would you do if you were in my shoes and it was, say, Katie and Greg confessing their sexual adventures! Tell me that wouldn't make certain thoughts run through your mind." Craig offered in his defense. Of course, Katie and I looked at each other in shocked amusement at Craig's example. While he was just trying to make a point his question caused Melinda to stare at us both with a shy look on her face, almost embarrassed that her husband had gone there. So I poked back: "Come on, Melinda, want to know our dirty secrets and see if it turns you on?" "Sure, go... what you got?" Melinda returned out as a mock challenge. At this point I felt like we were on the edge of a cliff and while part of me reasoned that I should hold back and keep things on the level, the devil in me had been fueled only a weekend ago and so I put a first tentative foot across the line. "Sounds like you want a good old fashion game of truth-or-dare, Melinda!" I playfully accused. Melinda didn't reply, but her eyes betrayed her otherwise conservative exterior. She smiled too much and she looked over at Craig. "You can't handle the truth," I said in my fake movie-star voice, to lighten the air a bit. "You are just like Craig, you guys think I am so fragile!" Melinda replied, feigning an offended look on her face. "Well, you are the bishop's wife. We have to assume you are as sweet and innocent as you look. But maybe your husband wants to play," I said as I put the other foot over the proverbial line. "Craig, Truth! Did you get an erection as you listened to the open marriage confession?" I asked. Craig was surprised I had picked on him, but I didn't let him protest. "Oh, sorry -- I should have asked you truth or dare but let's start with easy. Tell us... did you?" I asked again. Craig didn't hesitate as much as I thought he would, and instead offered a half-truth answer, "I already told you, it turned me on" he said. "Awesome!" I exclaimed. This might actually turn out to be fun, I thought. "Ok, Craig, your turn then!" "Really? Are we going to play this silly teen-dating game?" Craig asked, but Melinda spoke up, "Well you can't let him end on that note, Craig! At least a little payback is fair at this point." She finished. Looking flustered that his demure little wife was not begging this to end, and sensing he was trying to play it safe, he turned to Melinda rather than taking revenge by asking me a question. He asked Melinda, "I know you will take truth, so tell us.... would hearing about Katie and Greg's sex life turn you on?" Melinda was easily the most shocking presence in the room at this point. Normally reserved and conservative and quite, even shy, she was starting to project a boldness that I had never seen from her before. She didn't laugh this time, only smiled as she answered her truth-challenge, "Sure, who wouldn't get turned on by something like that." The mood, with her answer, shifted among the four of us. What was thrown out as a sophomoric joke was suddenly taking on a bit of life. Melinda answered with more confidence than I would have imagined and her admission implied something else going on, perhaps, something under the surface of a gorgeous woman in a buttoned down lifestyle. I wondered if there might be an interesting layer or two to peel back. At the same time Melinda as answering I felt Katie's hand, which was already resting on my leg, nudge up towards my crotch. She was sensing something too. Staying focused, Melinda didn't hesitate, "So my turn. Katie... truth or dare?" Again, a shift as the default "truth" option gave way to a choice. Dare was actually on the menu, things were getting interesting indeed. Truth, however, was Katie's pick so Melinda asked, "Do you still wear garments?" Katie laughed since the question was such a "Mormon" one. Only in our silly little church do people obsess over each other's underwear. As Katie laughed, she pulled the top of her shirt to the side exposing her shoulder and bra strap to evidence the missing garments. Then she stood up and lifted the back hem of her shirt just enough to expose the top of her pants, and then fished the very top of her black thong and lifted it to expose her panties and further prove the lack of garments. As she sat down, she laughed again saying, "The garments were the FIRST thing to go when we left the church!" Smiling, Melinda looked back over at her husband and caught him almost drooling as he had watched Katie's little show. Melinda playfully nudged him with her elbow and told him to stop staring. Busted, he looked down embarrassed but Melinda then put a hand in his lap below the table and I assume reassured him with a gentle and well placed touch that she was not upset. Katie took charge following her turn and looked back at Melinda, "Truth or dare" she asked. Melinda protested saying she just had a turn but we all argued back that the rules didn't say we had to take even rotation on the turns. Katie had been on the spot last, and it was now her call to pick on whomever she wanted. "Fine" Melinda finally gave in. "Dare!" she continued, as if the challenge was to Katie rather than herself. Katie, for her part, did look surprised that Melinda had chosen dare and so it took her a moment to think of a good dare. Finally, Katie looked back over at Melinda with her dare. "Garments... speaking of garments. I have some new panties, never been worn, tag still on. I dare you to go change out of your garments and play the rest of the game in 'big-girl-underwear!" Without looking at her husband for approval she simply rose from the chair and said, "Show me where to change". Katie got up and the two of them walked out of the room, back to our bedroom. Katie came back almost immediately, thankfully, before it was awkward for Craig and I who sat in silence as they left. Not long after Melinda came back in looking much the same as before for all appearances, but to know she was no longer wearing garments added a silly, stupid, taboo tinge to things. I was erect for the most juvenile of reasons and assumed that the sexual beast my wife had recently morphed into was reacting the same way. Craig, however, was starting to look very uncomfortable. It was a shocking situation to be in, to say the least. Newly called Mormon bishop, spilling the beans on other peoples private confessions, watching his docile wife come out of her shell, even if just a bit. His face looked strained as though he were fighting internally for control of himself. I had spent enough time with him golfing and in other situations to know his wife was truly conservative. Our superficial man-talk had him expressing more than once that he wished for a better sex life and who could blame him. With a wife that looked like Melinda, having to hold back would certainly be torture. Thus, here he sits next to her as she lets her hair down while he tries to find his way into the role of a spiritual leader. I suppose it helped that the couple across the table from them were clearly no longer worried about his religious reputation, could not care less if he were an upstanding Mormon or just a normal human being. All the same, I did not envy him. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 04 If Craig was struggling, it was going to get worse since the rest of us were ready to continue the game and Melinda moved it forward by asking me to choose: truth or dare. I choose truth, partially because I wanted to slow the boil in the room, for Craig's sake. A dare might have been more than he could process at this point in the evening, and the last thing I wanted was for Melinda to be pulled out of the party because her husband's guilt got the best of him. "Tell me the last girl you were with physically other than Katie, and what you did with her," was Melinda's truth challenge. Oh my, if I wanted to slow the boil this question was certainly not going to do the trick. She likely thought I would remember college years and recount a make-out session with some co-ed at BYU. At least my answer was going to be restrained to the last "girl" I was with, the truthful answer otherwise might have required a confession from the cabin that would cause more than shock. "Brooke was her name and I had full intercourse with her." I finally answered. Even this answer was more than Melinda or Craig expected. Melinda's jaw dropped at this confession and she reactively asked "You had sex before you were married?" Enough detail was already on the table, however, so I deflected the question, "No... no... you already asked your question and I answered. No more details! My turn." Melinda put on a silly frown to show her mock disappointment at not getting more of the dirt and Craig's face softened a bit, as if my confession to even more naughty lowered the standards in the room. Maybe we were chipping away at his internal guilt. Only one way to find out; truth or dare was offered, this time to Craig, and as expected, he chose truth. "Ok, man, I want to know the last time you masturbated," I asked. Melinda's eyes got wide at the question and Katie playfully punched my shoulder. Masturbation, like all sexually related topics in Mormonism, is verboten. My question was one that not only assumed he did something that was technically a sin, but that it he did it often enough and frequently enough to have solid memory of the last time. While masturbation is a sin for Mormons, it's common knowledge that everyone still does it. I am sure Melinda assumed the same of Craig but seriously doubted she ever asked about it. Now it was out there, had to be addressed, and even Craig was smart enough to not try denying he did it. He only let out a big sigh and looked at us all for some leeway. "Come on! Fess up! You just found out I have had sex with someone other than my wife, so let's hear the last time you rubbed one out, " I pushed him. "Fine. Tuesday" he offered quickly and then looked down. His answer only caused Melinda to look more puzzled. "Tuesday?" she asked. "But, you didn't get home until after 11 that night cause of all your church meetings..." she continued. "Wait," she paused " that was the night you heard the open-marriage confession... you, you didn't... " she stammered. "Sorry, but I just had lost control. All that talk about other people having sex! I knew you would be exhausted and even asleep by the time I got home. Geeze. Sorry!" Craig exclaimed. "Are you mad?" he asked Melinda. "Actually, no... that's kind of interesting." Melinda was nearly smiling now. "Where? Did you go to the restroom?" she asked. "No. I just locked the office door..." Craig confessed further. "No way!" I blurted out. This was an awesome nugget, to know the bishop was so turned on by a sexual confession that he locked the office door and rubbed one out. I suddenly wished to see the bishop's office again. Never again would I look at it the same way. "Ok, I think I have said enough. My turn now." Craig said, hopefully turning the conversation away from him. "Katie, truth or dare?" Katie disappointed everyone at the table by choosing truth. Craig was eager to ask, however, "Do you spit or swallow?" without any hesitation. Perhaps he was gaining some confidence here too. Before Katie could answer, however, Melinda interrupted with, "Craig! What if she doesn't give blowjobs? Don't you think you should have asked that first?" "Or course I give head" quipped Katie almost sounding offended that Melinda would think otherwise, "and I AWLAYS swallow," she added proudly. "Well then..." Melinda said. She looked almost disappointed at both of Katie's answers, maybe having never given head before because many Mormons regard that as dirty, or maybe because she hoped she had that skill set over Katie. My mind raced, but moreover my eyes found themselves locked on Melinda's breasts which were now giving away secrets of their own, her nipples erect and not well hidden through the knit fabric of her shirt. Katie turned to the tables back on Craig however and when Craig asked for a dare, I swear I saw something flicker in Katie's eye. With a wicked smile she announced the dare. "You are going into the bathroom with both me and your wife. It's pitch dark in there, with the door closed. One at a time we will guide your hand to our butts and you can, using only your left hand and only for five seconds, touch us -- bums only! Then you have to guess who is who from touch alone. And if you guess wrong, you have to take another dare." "Seriously?" Craig protested. "That will never work, by the way, she is in a skirt and you are wearing jeans. It will be obvious." "No, I have a skirt similar to hers, I'll go change and make a challenge of it," Katie returned. "Let's go." Katie got up and Melinda and Craig looked at each other deeply as they stood to follow her. Katie ran ahead, opened the bathroom door to invite them in to wait while she ran into the bedroom to change into a skirt. It only took her a minute to come back wearing what might well have been the exact same skirt Melinda had on. Given their relative shapes and sizes I worried if I could tell them apart from touch alone. The door to the bathroom closed and I heard muffled giggles and at the sounds of bodies shuffling around in a tight space. A bottle was knocked to the floor and then after a short time the lights came on and the door opened. All three came back and sat at the table and Katie said, "Ok... who was who?" directing her question at Craig. Craig looked genuinely concerned and I felt for him. No one wants to be thought of being unable to pick out your own spouse from a lineup but I also suspected that Craig didn't regret getting to touch the toned backsides of two women at nearly the same time. "The first was Katie, the second was my wife" Craig finally offered. "Wow" Melinda sighed with mock shock on her face. "You don't even know your own wife's butt?" she continued. "Shame on you, Craig." Katie added, smiling. "Your dare, since you lost, is to get back into that bathroom with your wife and see if you can't get better acquainted with her! I'll set the timer for 3 minutes... go!" Melinda stood right up, grabbed his hand, pulled Craig to the bathroom and closed the door. We saw the light go off and then didn't hear much else. I supposed that voices would carry, so they might be preoccupied with activities other than talking. Katie, it turned out, had things to say while they were away. "Craig totally must have known who was who. I'm not wearing underwear anymore, I took my panties off when I changed into the skirt and he was NOT shy in moving his hands around! I thought he was going to actually lift up my skirt at one point!" Katie said, totally grinning from ear to ear. "I took off my panties just to tease him! He lost on purpose, to get a second dare!" I was still processing the image of his hand digging around on my wife's luscious ass when the door opened and Craig and Melinda spilled out from the bathroom. Clearly, they didn't do much talking, Craig had lipstick on his mouth and his erection was starting to tent his pants. "My turn, then?" Craig asked rhetorically as he looked back at his wife and informed her she was taking a dare. "Ok, fine" Melinda said. "Give it too me." And with that, Craig came clean. "Well, it would seem that Katie is not wearing panties and you are, so let's equal things out. Panties off, right now. Put them on the table." Craig requested. "Oh. OH!" Melinda said as she realized the implications of his observation. Her husband had felt around on the panty-less buttocks of another woman. Another "oh my" escaped from her mouth but then she diligently reached under the table as she raised herself enough from the seat to maneuver her underwear off and put them on the table near her elbow, bunched up in a wad. Craig grabbed them, however, and placed them in the middle of the table as some sort of trophy claimed from the dare. From where I sat the wetness saturating the crotch was unmistakable and even Melinda realized this, blushing a bit as she turned back to Craig, "Really, that was necessary?" she teased. With this, a short pause came over the group. We were at a precipice and it felt unstated that if we continued, we might not be able to turn back. It was Melinda's turn again and as she was the less initiated of the group I was glad that the decision to move on with the game didn't sit in my lap. That said, as the pause continued I became nervous that everyone was having second thoughts and as I salivated at the damp panties only a foot away from me I hoped this would not become an opportunity lost. "Uh... how about a group dare this time? " Melinda finally offered. I think I exhaled loudly in relief that the night was not over. "I mean, if you all are uncomfortable but... " She paused," but we played this silly game when I was high school called Secrets. I will go into a room with Greg -- Craig you go with Katie. You turn off the lights, you make it really dark so you can't see each other and you have to whisper to each other one secret about yourself, something juicy. That's it... that's the dare." She finished talking and looked around, scared perhaps that she had pushed things too far. "That sounds fun!" Katie said eagerly. "Let's do it! I want to hear the bishop confess to me!" she teased and stood up. Craig looked almost drunk now, eyes glazed and trying to process. "You and Greg take the bedroom, it's dark with curtains closed. I will take your guy into the bathroom again." Katie said as she started walking down the hallway. Melinda was right behind her, so I got to watch her legs and ass sway in the skirt ahead of me. Craig followed in the rear. Katie turned left into the bathroom and Melinda led me into my own bedroom. I heard the door close to the bathroom as I closed the bedroom door myself. The curtains were already drawn, so I turned off the lights almost without thinking and let the darkness settle over us. I felt my way to the bed where Melinda had been standing but she had moved towards me too so we bumped into each other gently and laughed. I simply sat down on the bed and she did likewise. "Ok, who spills their secret first?" I asked. "You have something you're dying to get off your chest?" I teased. "Well, let me go first just so I don't chicken out" Melinda said shyly. She leaned over and at first I thought she was moving in to kiss me but then she said "I have to whisper it to you... come closer." So I titled my head down and felt her mouth move near my ear, felt her breath on my neck and her hair playing on my shoulder. I felt a chill run down my spine, I could smell her perfume for the first time of the night and I closed my eyes, even though it was too dark to see. Her mouth moved so close to my ear I could fell her lips brush over my skin as she spoke her secret, "I have never had an orgasm through oral sex -- he just doesn't stay down there long enough!" she breathed into my ear -- barely audible. As she finished telling her secret I swore I felt her linger, just a second and just a bit closer, letting me feel her silent presence at my side. She pulled back and I tried consoling her "That sucks! Have you tried telling him you need more?" I asked. "Yes, of course," she answered, "but that gets complicated. Ok... your turn. Give me something juicy!" I leaned into her ear and considered what to tell her. So many options raced through my mind in the milliseconds it took to get close to her. I decided I would say something funny instead of serious just to see her reaction. Again, as I was intimately close to her I could smell her skin, hair, and goose bumps crawled up my arms. I took in a slow deep breath before I continued... "I confess... I love giving oral orgasms!" I whispered into her neck. I let my forehead actually meet her head, resting against her. And as I said this to her, she gasped very subtly but then regained her composure just as quickly and said "No, that's not a secret!" We both laughed, lightly. Good, my joke too the edge off as intended. Our heads still just as close, my eyes closed, I pressed lightly, just barely closer to her and took a second more to decide which personal bit I would let go of. There were so many options from the past weekends adventure in the cabin, but I wanted something carefully picked to both intrigue and stimulate... I wanted to shock! "So, this Brooke girl I mentioned having slept with..." I started, and then paused for effect, "well, I slept with her just last weekend. And Katie was there with us," I finished. At this, Melinda pulled away as if to look at me for confirmation of my seriousness. Of course it was entirely dark and she could see nothing. "You're kidding, right?" she asked, but her voice was low, husky, dripping with intrigue. I think that had I told her that I was just joking she would have been disappointed. I didn't answer her right away, instead I put a hand on her knee and made it very clear the touch was neither innocent nor accidental. I let my fingers tickle their way under the hem of her skirt, pushing up only a few inches before retreating. She did not move, perhaps she was frozen in the shock of the moment and without some other feedback from her, I dared not venture further. "No, I'm not kidding. It was crazy good, " I told her, matching the dampness of her voice with my own version of the bedroom tone and continued, " for both Katie and I." Before anything else could be said a light knock came from the bedroom door followed by Katie's voice, "Hey, you guys done sharing?" she asked, emphasizing the last word to imply innuendo. Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and light spilled in from the hallway. I don't think she expected to catch us in a compromising position, just the same both her and Craig looked surprised and amused to see us both sitting on the bed. Instead of waiting for us to come out and back into the kitchen, Katie playfully bounced in and jumped on the bed with us. I was suddenly beyond curious as to watch Katie had told him. Would she be mad that I exposed her at the same time I spilled the beans about myself to Melinda? As Craig sat down next to Melinda, he put another serious look on his face that made me yet again worried that he was thinking of pulling the plug on our little game. I was close enough to the door to kick it closed with my foot, again darkening the entire room. Out of sight, out of mind, and I knew everyone would feel just a bit braver if we could not see each other's faces. With the darkness back, and remembering the boldness Katie had shown at the cabin when things felt paused, I spoke up with an idea. "We might as well be naked, it's so dark" I stated. However, this didn't break the strangeness as I hoped. No one immediately responded to my quip, maybe they thought I was kidding... maybe they all thought I was very serious. It was Katie who came to the rescue. "Guys, this is getting kind of crazy. We are all adults here so let's clear the air a bit. Greg and I are ok with this, if things go farther. We have done this in the past, played with another couple, and we don't regret it." Katie paused for a breath; no one spoke so I took over. "Craig, you're a bishop so I know you are in a strange spot. You have our promise that if we keep going here that we will keep total confidence and treat it with discretion." Now it was my turn to pause. No one said a word, and given the situation I could not blame Craig or Melinda for not verbally committing but his or her silence was an implicit sign of approval. I knew where Melinda was, relative to me and even in the dark, so I reached over and found her body with my hand. I searched for her hand and once found I laced my fingers into hers and tugged her towards me. There was no resistance, and certainly everyone felt the bed shift and I continued to pull her towards me, aided by her acceptance. She came willingly. As her body moved very close to me I put my other hand behind her neck and as I pulled her head towards mine, I said, with just enough volume for all to hear, "Craig, I'm going to fuck your wife." With that I kissed Melinda, our mouths meeting with hers already wide open and her tongue searching. The kiss was very intense, her mouth saying everything that the rest of her body was holding back. Her hands remained passive but her mouth was so hot and wet and her lips so full, I sucked them into my mouth and traced the top of her teeth with my tongue. I pulled her tightly against me and laid back. I wanted her to show more complicity than simply kissing like a teenager, so I pulled her on top of me and her legs instinctively parted as she found the right position to grind against the ache of my cock. Her hands still felt too passive, but now her hips joined the ferocity of her mouth as she ground against me, her skirt obviously bunched around her hips and offering no more coverage than a belt. I reached behind her to find her bare ass with my hands and kneaded her smooth cheeks with vigor, pushing her against me even more. The cleft of her ass was moist, her juices no longer contained by the damp panties we left, long ago, on the kitchen table. I traced my index finger from the top of her ass until it rubbed just barely over her back door, puckered tightly closed but reacting nonetheless to my touch. With my fingers touching such a sensitive zone, and then proceeding further towards the source of her wetness, her kissing accommodated short gasps and pauses. I realized I had heard very little noise from Katie and/or Craig but decided it was because I was not paying attention, not because they were idling. The distinct sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor helped paint the visual picture of Craig without pants and that it was quickly followed by slurping sounds, I knew my wife was taking his cock deep into her mouth helped me relax back into my task at hand. When my finger pressed into the steaming pussy that was grinding me raw, Melinda arched her back and sighed as she slid up my body just a bit so I could better finger her. I pushed in deeper and pulled her closer to me with my other hand, further up my body. As I did this I heard Craig starting to moan as Katie's slurping gave way to more gag-like vocals effects. He was going deep and I wondered how big he was, if he was straining Katie the way Brian had less than a week ago. So entirely turned on now, however, I started to relinquish any control. I roughly pulled Melinda up higher and tugged her shirt over her head and without any shyness pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders, exposing her breasts without having to remove her bra. I sucked her nipples into my mouth with less gentleness than I would have normally shown. The reality was that I was in bed with a woman who had occupied many a daytime fantasy back in my church going days, a drop dead gorgeous neighbor who also happened to be the bishop's wife! There were few lines left to be crossed tonight, the taboo meter was running high as I nibbled on her breasts and heard her muffled responses to my rough play. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 04 Just a bit higher, I pulled her up my body further then with a boost, I popped her above my arms and shoulders. Dark as it was, I knew how close her pussy was to my face on instinct alone, but the delicious smell of her sex let me know I need only stick out my tongue to find what I was looking for. Melinda pushed up from her position that had her on all fours, which meant as she came into sitting position her sex was now, very literally, in my face. If she had been insistent in grinding against my hard on, she showed equal vigor in presenting her neglected sweet spot to my waiting mouth. With zero restraint, I started lapping at the saturated mess of a cunt that was begging for it. As Melinda rode my face, my own efforts becoming less required as she simply took what she needed from me, I wondered how this didn't work for her with Craig. Clearly, she knew what she wanted and how to get it. Her clit rubbed against my nose and her pussy ground against my mouth, tongue, and chin while her hands seemed to grasp for anything to hold onto. They were in my hair pulling me into her and then released, clenching at sheets or God knows what in the darkness of the room. When the smoothing was nearly too intense for me to find a breath, her own lungs expelled loudly the air she had been holding and her body released tension and orgasmic bliss. I sucked in air as I could while she rode out the extensive climax, her fluids dripping into my ears and down my neck. As her breathing finally neared a normal pace I rolled her more passive body to the side, away from where Katie and Craig's side of the bed. Melinda was now face down and her body almost limp. I felt a bit like I was about to take advantage of a drunk college girl as I settled between her legs and felt her raise her hips to invite me in. It took me only seconds to shed my pants and underwear and then find her again in the darkness, so slippery from the product of her climax that I almost felt no friction as I moved the head of my cock down the cleft of her sweet tight cheeks and found her opening. I pressed inside without resistance and reminded myself one more time: this is Melinda. Fucking, red hot, self-righteous, conservative, wife of a bishop, Melinda. I pressed in, using a harsh deep thrust, and felt the skin and warm female cum, the blood rushing into our joined sexes, and held myself in her unable to pull away until I had savored the moment as long as possible. "Oh, it's coming!" was the next sound heard in the room, uttered by Craig and followed by, "Should I pull out?" All that was heard after that was the best attempt possible of my sweet wife to communicate with a dick in her throat. "Nuno!" came from somewhere in her lungs as opposed to an actual sound from her vocal chords, but, "holy shit!" was very clearly audible from Craig and I supposed his limit had been reached. The gulping sounds of my wife taking his load where in stereo with the grunts and moans from Craig. He must have needed a solid orgasm as much as his hot wife did as both of their orgasms sounded like they took forever. My own cum lust was triggered by the mere thought of Katie tasting his seed, maybe giving him something he might never have experienced before. I pulled out of my long held occupation of Melinda's cunt and began a rapid attack. I unleashed a new level of lust but knew that Melinda would not find her peak again in this position. Just the same, I was in taking mode now and within a few more seconds I felt my own liquids start to boil over. I came and came but never stopped thrusting, feeling moisture being mixed with moisture and hearing sounds that I could only describe as 'splashing'. I kept pushing until my arms hurt and then I feel to her side, between her and my wife who was now being consoled by Craig. "I'm so sorry. I should have waited..." Craig offered, but Katie was too forgiving. "No, it's fine. I really liked doing that for you!" Katie replied. Katie had not cum, I realized. She had blown Craig, he had lost his control and left her high and dry. No wonder Melinda seemed so starved, and then I remembered her confession... never once an orgasm from oral sex. "Craig! Seriously?" I said half serious, half pissed. "Return the favor man!" "No, really, it's ok," Katie said, but I had other things on my mind. This entire time Melinda had been laying face down on the bed to my side and her lack of movement suggested she was either asleep or in a semi-state of shock. "The mouth is a wonderful tool for giving orgasms, Craig. I mean, I guess you already know based on what Katie just did for you but it goes both ways, and Katie tastes delicious, trust me," I said. I reached back to touch Melinda's ass again. It was so toned, so tight, and it still had a sheen of wetness covering it. I let my hands slide effortlessly across her cheeks and pressed my fingers into the cleft, her legs still spread open giving very little resistance. "I'm going to eat your wife until she cums, again," I promised. "And you should think about doing the same for Katie!" This made Melinda shift, I assumed reacting to my announcement and apparently turning her head enough to finally speak. "But, but... didn't you just cum in me?" she asked, almost as offering a warning or reminder. "Yes I did, " I said, verbally confirming that I fully realized what I was about to get into. My mouth was already watering as I planted a kiss on the small of Melinda's back and continued down to her buttocks, increasing not only the intensity of my kissing but the use of tongue as well. Melinda was not putting up a fight, in fact small whimpering noises were now coming from her mouth but seemed muted as if she were screaming into the sheets. With some gentle urging, I prodded her to lift her hips again and with my right hand had her keep her head down and against the mattress. I slipped behind her and between her legs so that her ass was now high in the air and ready for the taking. I licked up and down her crack and as my tongue passed over her asshole, I could feel her shiver and spasm. I dipped lower into the dripping hole from which I could taste my semen flavoring her and making me crazy with need. I licked lower to her clitoris, sucking it into my mouth, gently, and flicked my tongue quickly over the swollen bud. I had never felt a clitoris swell so completely, like a small penis. I repeated this over and over, each time taking more time at each of the stops from top to bottom. My tongue probed into her tight ass, just barely, to make her quiver against what I assumed to be a completely new sensation for her. I drove my tongue deep into her cunt, sucking our juices while she pushed backwards against my face to increase the friction. I sucked harder and deeper, taking her clit as my own prize. We established a rhythm, up and down, press, hold, suck, lick... Out of guilt, desire, or whatever, Craig was making noises of his own. At first I was too consumed in consuming Melinda to pay attention, but then I heard low moans from Katie and realized he must have given in. The bed was now starting to vibrate with the joined rhythm of Katie and Craig, I could only guess to the position and technique being used since the room was very dark. I knew that Katie's breathing was getting rapid and shallow, approaching the point where she would suck in a large quantity of air and hold it as her orgasm crested and found myself proud of Craig for taking care of business. As for my own business at hand, my circuit of oral teasing had put me back at the top of the rotation and I started to ply my tongue against the puckered center of Melinda's so perfect ass cheeks. As I did this, I felt Melinda reach back and shove a couple fingers deep inside her pussy, meaning my own progress was going to be halted at the current spot. This seemed exactly where Melinda wanted me too, as her body started to shake and her ass hole relaxed just enough to wedge my tongue in just a bit further. I could hear the sloshing of her fingers in her saturated cunt as she came very hard, pressing back against her hand and my face as if inviting me deeper inside her back door. Melinda was started to calm herself just as I heard the tale-tale deep breath from Katie, followed by silence other than her hands pawing and clenching at the comforter covering our bed. I imagined her fingernails piercing through the material, finding the down feathers inside, her face red as she denied herself oxygen for seconds and even a minute... then the exhaled gust of depleted air, the panting, the sounds that mimicked sobs of crying. I think we might have all fallen comfortably asleep, no one made a peep or movement for some time after the girls had cum. I had to pee, however, so I regretfully rose and made my way in the darkness to the master bathroom. I peed long and painfully since I was almost recovered and ready for a second round. I washed and noticed the light was back on in the bedroom and when I entered I found Melinda and Craig kissing, hugging, in a way that suggested they were reconciling the events and confirming that they were both ok with what had happened. They kissed lightly, I wondered if Melinda could taste my wife on the lips and breath of her husband. Then Katie leaned in and gave Craig a brief but passionate kiss, turned, and did the same with Melinda who kept her eyes open during the kiss, apparently surprised, but returning the kiss nonetheless. I caught Craig's attention and simply smiled at him, letting him know without saying a word that my promise would be kept -- discretion and privacy -- but it was an exchange that was also familiar. In his eyes I saw that same flame of newfound opportunity that I had seen in Brooke's eyes not many days ago. Craig, the bishop, was starting to let the potential of the evening open up in his mind and as I watched Melinda and Katie remain intimately close, I started to see new potential of my own. Lights on, I took further inventory of the situation. Katie was looked nearly the most dressed, her skirt still intact although bunched and wrinkled from Craigs hands. Craig still had on the silly white shirt, but no pants so his impressive semi-hard cock hung between the shirttails. The only thing that would have been better would have been for him to have worn a tie, to look completely like a bishop from the waist up and a man-slut from the waist down. Melinda was still in her skirt too, but it was merely a formality since it was covering nothing and her still wet, pouty pussy was fully exposed, still showing signs of my presence with cum sticking to the folds and on her inner thighs. Moreover, her hair looked destroyed, her makeup smeared, her lipstick long gone. She truly looked the most worked over of the 4 of us. And my own cock was regaining composure as I looked at Melinda, Katie sitting near her, visually taking her in. With the lights on, the scene offered evidences of where we had been, a messy bed and wet spots on the comforter in places. As much as I loved seeing the aftermath of our little party, I felt like there was more to come, so I spoke up, "So... truth or dare? Who's turn is it anyway?" Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 05 Part V – Just Take Me! (NOTE: In case the title didn't tip you off, Mormonism and religion in general might be discussed within this story, as it was in parts 1 - 4. If this is not your cup of tea, if you feel this a sacred thing not to be disrespected, then I request you kindly direct your attention to some of the other fine stories available on this literotica. Cheers.) ...continued... "So... truth or dare? Whose turn is it anyway?" I asked and a polite chuckle was offered in response from the others. Maybe everyone was too tired to keep playing, but with all the barriers torn down I no longer felt any reason to mask intent. I settled back into the bed and pulled Katie next to me. It was nice to feel her familiar form against mine. Craig also looked resigned, or maybe defeated, and started to lean back into Melinda. "Hey, catch the lights before you snuggle up with your wife," I told Craig. He took a half step towards the door and slapped the lights off. I felt his weight shift the bed and then the combined movement of he and Melinda settling in next to Katie and I. "Maybe I'm not cut out for this Bishop thing," he joked. We all laughed again but sensed a semi serious tone in his voice as well. "Dude, don't over think it. You think any other guy wouldn't trade places with you in a heartbeat right now?" I consoled him. "No one is perfect, and you're a good guy with a good heart and they could do a lot worse in picking someone to take care of the ward," I continued. "How can I deal with members and their issues and confessions after what I just did?" he lamented. "Don't take that the wrong way, Katie... that was amazing." "They why worry about it?" Katie replied. "I loved it, I think you had a nice time, and I am certain Greg did. How about you, Melinda?" "Yeah, uh, I think it's going to take some time before this all sinks in but I am not sure I have ever felt so, so... satisfied." Melinda answered. "Sorry..." she continued, "that sounded bad. I love you Craig, but that was just so bad in a thrilling kind of way." "No need to apologize, Hun." Craig said. "So let's here it you two... Katie confessed her secret to me in the bathroom, that you guys have been swinging before, so just how experienced are you two?" "No, no, you have the wrong idea. We played around with another couple for the first time just last weekend so we are as new and nervous about this as you are. And we are just as thrilled by the newness too." I answered. "Even before last weekend the thought had never crossed my mind," Katie added, "and I'll bet you guys didn't come over tonight thinking this was on the menu." Genuine laughs came from everyone, but it was Melinda that formally answered, "No, sex for us is rarely on the menu." I could not tell if she was joking or not but regardless, I had to comment, "Really? Craig? Melinda is so hot– how can you not be all over her all the time!" "It's not that!" Craig said to defend himself. "There's no time, too many places to go, kids... we get home and we are both exhausted." "Not to mention it's boring!" Melinda said with disdain. "Mormon sex is boring!" "Why is it boring?" Katie asked. "It's the rules... the whole 'keep it sacred' thing," Melinda said. "We never felt comfortable with oral sex, or toys, or elaborate lingerie... it was always so sanitized!" "You're kidding!" Katie almost yelled. "No oral? No vibrators? No, wonder you came so fast when I gave you a blowjob, Craig! I can't believe you never used a vibrator, Melinda. Not even once?" "Um, no. I don't even know where to buy one," Melinda confessed. "Hold on," Katie said as I felt her turn over and open the drawer of the nightstand next to our bed. "Honey, let me show you something!" Katie then proceeded to crawl over me so that she was next to Melinda and from the complete darkness of the bedroom came the low buzzing sound of her cordless magic-wand style vibrator. The pitch of the vibrator became lower as I imagined Katie placing the vibrating head against Melinda's body. For the next minute or two the sounds oscillated as Katie moved the vibrator over her sex, soon accompanied by the affirming sounds of moisture being generated and added to the mix. "You drive, " we heard Katie say and again had to assume that Melinda was now controlling the device between her legs. I reached over to touch Katie and found that she was bent over Melinda, sucking on her nipples while Melinda took charge of the toy. In this position, Katie was nearly turned away from me, her ass up in the air. "Craig, come help me," I said and then felt his weight shift and the bed move as he managed his way over the two bodies that separated us. I patted Katie's ass lightly but enough to make a sound and Craig's hand found it is way to her backside. We then proceeded to join forces in massaging her buttocks, dipping our fingers into her again wet pussy, and teasing her asshole. As my hand was near her back door, I felt Craig inch his finger up to her tight anus. "Go for it," I told him. Katie moaned out as Craig nudged his finger into her ass. If they never played with toys or had oral sex, then I assumed anal play was way out of bounds for them. I pushed my fingers inside of her pussy, pressed against the upper wall, and could feel Craig's probing finger through the thin tissue. I twisted my finger to the other direction so I could hit her g-spot while Craig explored darker places. The resulting assault caused Katie to arch her back further and open her legs wider, allowing us easier access. The sound of tongues and mouths colliding was now in the air, remembering how aggressive Melinda had kissed me I knew that Katie must have been really enjoying the same treatment. I didn't know if we could get Katie to orgasm with our fingers alone, but Melinda left no doubt as to her readiness to come again as she began panting at the onset of her third climax of the night. Panting became whimpers, and the whimpering finally gave way to a final, very loud "ohhhhhh" that blasted from her lungs just as the sound of the vibrator reached it's lowest pitch of the night, apparently buried deep and pressed firmly against her body spasms. Katie slowed her own body's reaction to our fingers as Melinda came, so I pulled my fingers out of her and Craig did the same. We all collapsed again into a pile of flesh and I reached up to touch, lightly, the well used flesh of Melinda's pussy. "I. Had. No. Idea." was all Melinda could say. Katie giggled her delight at having opened another door for Melinda tonight. But the afterglow came to a crashing halt when Craig, in raised voice, said "Holy crap! It's almost midnight!" Craig and Melinda had left their kids home for the night, which was not necessarily a problem given their oldest was 14 years old and could take care of the others for a few hours. However, it was a school night and it was getting late. The lights came on quickly, and while dressing we exchanged hugs and kissed before our guests had to leave in a rush. I felt a bit unsettled about the way the night had finished, so I sent Craig a quick text: "give me a call tomorrow. Let me know if things are ok. And thank you!" A few seconds later a reply came, "Will do. Thx." ........ The next morning as I prepped for work and had breakfast I felt some of those same pangs of guilt and second-guessing that I had felt at the cabin. Those worries that perhaps we pushed too far, offended, traded a long-standing friendship for a night of great sex. I have a tendency to overthink and worry, so when the phone started buzzing as I drove to work and I saw Craig's name on the display, I considered not answering for fear of what he might say. I picked up the call, however, "Hi Craig." "Hi. How are you and Katie after last night?" Craig asked. "Good. Tired. But more importantly, how are you guys?" "We are actually doing ok, considering, but I need to talk with you and wondered what you were doing for lunch?" "I'm free today," I answered. "You want to meet at Corner Bakery?" I asked, a place near both of our offices. "Sounds great. 11:30 ok?" "See you then," and with that I hung up and finished the long drive into work. My mind was partially at ease given the 'doing ok' remark so at least he was not calling to tell us to fuck off, but a lunchtime chat had me more than intrigued. Lunchtime rolled around and there was no way I was going to be late for my meet up with Craig. I cleared my calendar first thing and left the office with plenty of time to spare. I got to the bakery early and since the mall was adjacent to the bakery, I went in quickly to Brookstone and bought a vibrator, the same cordless model Katie owned and used with Melinda the night before, and took it with me as a gift/peace offering. Craig, also apparently anxious, was already seated in a corner booth when I got to the bakery on time. We sat, quickly ordered sodas and then I gave Craig the Brookstone bag. He peaked inside without taking it out and smiled, almost blushing. "Thanks," he offered, "I have a feeling this will not go under used after last night." I was relieved, his acceptance of the gift and lighthearted exchange told me he was not on the defensive or putting up any walls. Still, why did he ask me to lunch I wondered. We took a few minutes to order and then Craig got right down to business while we waited for our food. In the next few minutes, Craig told me about how after getting home last night, Melinda had been a ball of energy and they ended staying up for a few more hours talking. "Talking," I teased? "Well, let me get to that," Craig said, smiling knowingly. Turns out that for at least an hour Melinda talked about how she "needed" what had happened last night. She talked about feeling bored, stifled, and unable to really express herself sexually and that she had been feeling almost trapped by the unofficial but certainly heavily implied standards of intimacy in a Mormon marriage. She wanted to know if Craig was ok with what happened, if they could do it again, WHEN they could do it again. In his defense, Craig also opened up with her that his guilt about sex held him back more than anything and that he was willing to explore and open up, that like most men his thoughts were turned towards sex far more than he had admitted to Melinda. "Apparently," Craig said, "she is tired of being treated gently and as if she were fragile. She wants sex to be sexy, not sacred." Our food arrived, so we took a break to take a few bites and then Craig continued. "It was almost 4am when she finally rolled over in bed while we were still talking and told me something that I need to share with you. But before I do," Craig paused for a second looking apprehensive, "you have to understand something. After she finished explaining what she needed to share with me, well, she was nearly on top of me and clearly ready for more sex, and I was too, but..." Craig paused one more time, "she told me I was NOT to make love to her, I was to fuck her". Without him having to elaborate, I already knew how significant this was. For the most fundamentalist in the religion, sex was purely a procreative act and was never done for pleasure. Although that archaic view of sex is rare in the modern Mormon Church, the concept of sex being sacred was not as uncommon and thus viewing it as a loving act devoid of things that would degrade the act is one many Mormon couples subscribed to. To use a term like "fuck" instead of "make love" speaks volumes as to Melinda's mindset. "And we have never had sex quite like that," Craig continued. "It was raw and passionate and, I admit, really good. I have never felt Melinda so into it and so aggressive." "I'm really happy for you, Craig. You deserve that, especially married to such a gorgeous woman as Melinda." Craig nodded his appreciation for the compliment and we ate a few more bites of our sandwiches before he moved on. "So, here's the deal, and I can't think of a way to bring this up without it just coming off as really odd, so here goes... Melinda wants to be raped." I did not expect that and was genuinely surprised when we blurted out the word "raped". Seeing my shock, Craig held up a hand to keep me from talking. "No, no... not like that. She does not want to be raped, that's the wrong term... she wants to be 'taken', yes, taken is a better word. She wants to be taken, dominated, and used. This was what she was telling me last night before she told me she wanted to fuck. But she had taken a long time to explain this to me so I am doing my best to explain it to you, because you are part of her request, more or less." More intrigued than ever, I asked him to continue. "She does not want to be hurt, or harmed, she just wants to be used and this little fantasy of hers has a couple conditions. First, she wants it to be a surprise. Like in the middle of the night, a surprise attack. Secondly, she wants multiple men. She said it would be fun if 4 or 5 men were taking her and giving her pleasure." Craig stopped here and shook his head as if he were in disbelief he was even talking about this. "I guess the other thing I should tell you is that the whole idea of my wife being taken by a group of men really does turn me on and so I am trying to capitalize on this before she changes her mind." "Let me get this straight. You want me to, essentially, help you rape your wife," I asked. "No! Again, it is not rape. She wants this. She kept telling me this is not about non-consent but more about being able to let go, do very naughty things without the guilt because they were out of her control, more or less." Craig continued, "Look, this will maybe help explain." Craig handed me an envelope that had been opened and looked to have a single sheet of folded paper inside. "Don't read it now, save it for later. But yes, I do want you to help me do this with her, for her. And..." another awkward pause from Craig, "I need your help finding someone else to help us." "You want me to recruit other guys to help do this to your wife?" I asked. "Just one, " Craig answered. "Do you think the couple you and Katie were with at the cabin, do you think he would be interested in helping?" The hits just kept on coming. Brian and Brooke, then Craig and Melinda, and now a sex starved Mormon housewife asking for a gangbang. My mind was reminded of the wonderful weekend not so long ago at the cabin, my dick was still sore from last night's festivities and even in the wake of an amazing week the surprises just kept coming. Craig and I finished chatting and eating but I made a few things clear to Craig, the most important being that nothing was going to happen without full disclosure and approval from my wife. He needed to understand that if she were not involved, she at least would know exactly what was going down. Craig was ok with this but I urged him to make sure Melinda was aware that Katie would know all details both before and after. He said he would tell her and make sure that was ok. I also told him that Brian was traveling and so I would not be able to check with him for a couple days. We left lunch with a strangely formal handshake, considering, and an understanding that I would be back in touch with him early next week. I also had the envelope in my hand that was burning to be read. I could not wait to get back to the office to read it so I made my way to the car and opened it before I started the drive back. It was a single sheet of nice paper from a formal stationary set, unadorned with nothing other than what I assumed to be Melinda's handwriting. It read: --- Craig, This is simple, I want to feel taken and used and filled and needed. I want to feel the lust and desires of others craving me and doing what they want. Do not think this is about rape or pain or some sadistic desire to be hurt, and don't try to push it in that direction. If you make this happen for me, which I hope you will consider, then please know that the words "stop" and "no" are to be taken literally. There are no safe words needed, if I say "no" then you will stop and not continue. It is hard to put into words what I want to experience here because it would be more authentic if the actions and play were organic instead of pre-planned based on what I write. I hope you know me well enough to read between the lines and just make this amazing for both of us. What I need to feel is taken, to feel used, to feel needed and lusted and craved. You should talk dirty, and hold me down, rip clothing off, and use your fingers, mouths, dicks, and use them wherever you want on my body. I want to know you are men, don't treat me gently or consider me fragile. I like your strength and want to feel it when you touch me, kiss me, take me. I want to feel spit and saliva, I want to feel hot breath and feel it on my skin. And as you climax, I want to feel it, taste it, see it and know physically, visually, and emotionally that I satiated you. I want this physical experience, but please do not hit, bite, slap (well, not hard) or scratch. Leave no marks on me. Be considerate, for example, I might need some help with lubrication if you take certain chances. I do not know if I will climax, and you should not focus on that. For me, the climax is not the motivation or expected outcome. This is far MORE than an orgasm, this is an emotional peak I want to feel in many ways but mostly in my head. I love you for listening to me. If you feel this is too much for you or for us to take on, then please shred this, forget this, and we will never discuss again. I love you and that is more important than sex or this particular fantasy. I don't want to know your decision, at least not up front. If you choose to forgo this request I will always live in anticipation that it still might happen, and anticipation is sometimes as good as the actual reward. If you do decide to make this happen, then part of its brilliance will be in never knowing when until it has already begun. Love, M. --- It took less than 30 seconds to read but my cock was hard and small beads of sweat were forming on my brow. Melinda, not unlike my own wife, seemed to have an abundance of pent up sexual need and I was more than happy to be involved. Next phone call: Brian. Brian was still out of town, but I hoped he would at least pick up his cell while traveling. Getting his voice mail was an acceptable second option and I left him a brief message asking him to get in touch with me when he returned. I spent the rest of the long Friday afternoon at my desk finishing a few items and hoping to leave early so I could fill Katie in on the day's events. ... "She wants to be raped?" Katie asked. "No, like I said, she wants to be dominated or taken. Here, read this and see if that explains it better," and I gave Katie Melinda's note to read. "Wow. And you thought you uncorked a wild one with me last weekend," Katie said as you finished reading the note. "So you gonna do this with Craig? And you think Brian would be game?" "Part of that answer is up to you. If you are not cool with this, then I'm not either. Sure, I think it sounds hot as hell and I think you already know where I stand in terms of finding Melinda attractive – but you have to be on board or this is a nonstarter." "Tell you what," Katie replied after a few seconds contemplating the idea. "If I get to watch, then I'm cool with it." "Watch?" "Yeah, I want to watch. I can sneak into the place with you, wherever you guys decide to make this happen, and find a closet to hide in or a dresser to hide behind." Katie was smiling now, her eyes glowing again with that naughty fire I started seeing at the cabin. "Fair?" she finally asked. "Fair." Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 05 Thereafter the wait was on. I had emailed Craig a few times while we waited for Brian's return and I filled him in on the Katie watching aspect. I think the idea very much-turned Craig on, so we were set with that detail and he also assured me that Melinda was on board with the idea of Katie watching. Craig seemed to be having some reservations about Brian, however, mostly because he was a stranger and so the minute I finally got a return call from Brian, I setup a quick meet-n-greet at my house for all involved, sans Melinda. It had been several days since the initial plan had hatched, Brian did not get back into town until Sunday night so Monday evenings meeting at my house had very little forethought given before the parties started arriving. Craig was first and visibly nervous but devoid of white shirts, ties, suits, and it appeared no Mormon garments either. He and Katie chatted for a few seconds while we watched Brian and Brooke park outside, viewing them through the front window as they walked up the drive. "Hot couple, no?" I asked Craig. He only smiled and nodded affirmatively. Once we all made introductions and had drinks in hand, Craig choosing a diet soda while the rest of us had a nice Bordeaux I had been saving, I got down to business. Without being to blunt or explicit, I made it clear to Brian and Brooke that Katie and I had been with Craig and Melinda, sexually, and much like our time a the cabin. Brian and Brooke looked a bit taken back that I was being so forward, especially since we had not asked permission to disclose our time with them at the cabin. They also wondered by Melinda was not there at the meeting... "Melinda is the purpose of this meeting. " I informed the group. "Here's the deal..., " I continued. After the outline was presented, Melinda's letter passed around, and a few words of clarification from Craig about expectations of privacy and discretion, everyone seemed to be on the same page. "Same issue for me, " Brooke added. "If Katie gets to watch, I do too." "Settled, " said Craig. "So what's the plan, where and when?" Brian asked. We spent the next hour talking about how to make this happen, almost like a basketball team going over game strategy the night before a big game. It was invaluable to have Katie and Brooke there, helping us see the female perspective of this fantasy, offering tips and advice and giving us insight into the way they would want it to go down if they were the focus of the fantasy. "Well, I guess that's it. Friday night we meet back here at 11pm," I clapped once as if breaking a huddle. As luck would have it, Craig was going to a one day seminar in Salt Lake City on Friday and had already informed Melinda he would be home very late, probably midnight or later. We agreed this would be a good opportunity for us to make the plan happen, especially since Craig's kids were going to be staying the night at a friend's house for a sleepover birthday party. The stars were aligned. "Too bad we don't have time for a practice run," Brooke teased as we all started to stand. She was wearing a flirty sundress and I had noticed Craig visually fucking her throughout the meeting. Craig's eyes, in response to what Brooke said, became glazed and confused. Brooke walked up and put an arm around him and brought him in slowly for a kiss which turned into a good 10 seconds of spit swapping fun while she groped around at his crotch with her hand. "Yeah, I can see what's lighting her fire. This feels substantial, " inferring the size of his cock which she still held onto through his slacks even after breaking the kiss. "See you Friday," Brooke finished, giving him a playful wink. Hugs and kisses were exchanged as everyone made their way out of the house. Door closed, Katie slammed me into the wall and said simply, "Come show me how you're gonna fuck her Friday!" and then attacked me with her eager mouth as we fumbled our way into the bedroom. Friday was a long, long day. Anticipation was killing me and Brian had sent several emails making sure we were still on, that nothing was amiss. He was fully expecting Craig to back out at the last minute, but I assured him if Craig and/or Melinda decided to back out, Katie and I were more than ready to be plan-B. I worried myself that Melinda might just wait up for Craig, having a house without kids after all, but Craig assured me she would be fast asleep. Apparently, Melinda was a very early riser, up to work out as early as 4:30 am and thus even if she wanted, had a hard time staying awake past 10pm most nights. He said in all their years of marriage, she had never been able to stay up late for welcome-home style sex. At home after work that night, we had a light dinner and then waited for Brooke and Brian to show up. They were arriving around 10 and we planned to have a few drinks and relax before Craig's arrival around 11. Katie was not helping my state of angst, parading around the house in flirty black skirt and tight burnout tee. She looked fantastic, good enough that if Craig should fall through tonight, I would have no regrets taking Katie apart instead. Very promptly at 10 Brooke and Brian were at the door and Brooke simply added fuel to the fire. She came in wearing a loose blouse, dark colors of course to help hide during the events to come, and a pair of leggings that made her long legs looks lusciously slender and shiny, her ass only hidden by the un-tucked shirttails of her blouse. For the better part of the next hour we had a few cocktails and laughed liberally trying to beat down the thick air of want and sex in the room. Katie and Brooke were incorrigible, flirting with us and each other. Brooke teased, "maybe we will have to do a bit of unconstrained play ourselves while you boys take care of Melinda," she said as she sat on my wife's lap and proceeded to stick her tongue down Katie's throat. "Good God, stop that," I cried! "You'll having us jizzing in our pants if you two don't calm down!" Just a few minutes before 11 the headlights of Craig's car were visible in the driveway. "Now or never time," Brian said seriously. The doorbell rang, Katie answered and let Craig in. Testing the waters a bit, she gave him a very friendly kiss, which he gladly accepted. Game on, or so it seemed. "Well, I think this may be the craziest thing I have ever done so let's go before I change my mind," Craig said as he walked in to join us in the kitchen. He lifted up a small duffle bag he was carrying, "Just show me the way to the shower, please, and in 10 minutes we can get started." Katie walked him back to the master bathroom and we all continued our small talk until Craig reappeared, freshly showered and more casually dressed in dark jeans and black t-shirt. "Let's rock n' roll," Craig cheered and we all made our way out of the house. Craig's car was going to be our ride for the short distance to his home around the corner, and in tradition with all good Mormons, his stereotypically large SUV was more than accommodating of the five adults. Once inside the garage, the door fully closed, we all exited the vehicle and waited in the garage while Craig went inside to make sure things were as expected. We waited for the txt message, which came only a minute or two later indicating that the coast was clear. The master bedroom in his home was on the upper floor meaning we would have to cross the living room to the stairs, meaning noisy hardwood floors. We planned for this by removing our shoes in the garage and tiptoeing our way to the carpeted stairs. From there it was easier to move without making too much noise. Craig's bedroom was nearly perfectly made for our devious plans with the master bathroom being off to the immediate left after entering the bedroom. The bed itself sat farther in the bedroom and Craig was going to join his wife in bed, turn her away from the door and spoon with her while the girls made their way into hiding in the bathroom. Brian and I, however, stayed in the hall and stripped down to boxer shorts and waited for the next signal. The house seemed so calm and quite that I assumed every breath was easily heard by Melinda, yet we could hear nothing from the hallway and even the girls making their way into the bathroom registered almost no sound. There was plenty of ambient light coming from the exterior windows – a half moon perfectly perched to give us both privacy and operational advantages. And we waited yet for the signal. I was rock hard and standing in my neighbor's hall next to Brian, who was also visibly erect. Thoughts flooded back to the cabin, emotions even, and I wondered what Brian was thinking. He was looking towards the bedroom, facing away from me, but I could still see his erection. He was as excited as he had been that night, together with Katie, together with me, but the moment was over as we finally heard the signal we had been waiting for. Craig kept a small antique bell on his nightstand, a family heirloom of sorts from his grandmother. When we heard the "ding-ding-ding" of it falling to the floor, we rushed into the bedroom. Melinda must have been genuinely asleep because in her disoriented state she flung her arms and legs recklessly for a few seconds as Craig attempted to flip her onto her back. I jumped to the other side of their bed and grabbed a flailing arm and held it tightly while I pushed my mouth against her neck and let her feel my breath against her skin. By the time I had one arm secured, Craig the other, and Brian was sucking on a toe he had captured, she was cognizant enough to stop her reactionary fighting. "You're going to get fucked like the little slut that you are," I whispered into her ear. Craig had mentioned that since the evening at our house, Melinda had been sleeping sometimes in garments and sometimes in normal panties and tee shirts. I was not sure how I would feel about ripping the Mormon garments off his wife and was thus relieved to see her in a pair of black bikini briefs and a tight fighting tank top. Game on, game on indeed! I pressed my face back into the neck and hair of the assaulted Melinda and started kissing, licking, smelling... I let my tongue run into her ear and I bit gently on the fleshy lobes. I had her arm in a firm grip and playfully or otherwise, her struggles to free it were useless. I licked down her neck again and to her shoulder, her muscles were flexing and contorting as she moved helplessly beneath us. I looked up to see Craig on the other side of me, pawing at her breast through the tight knitted tank and we instinctively knew it was time to get rid of that item of clothing. He had planted scissors in his nightstand and found them now as I held the neckline up, enough for the scissors to find their way underneath and make quick work of her top. Before the final half of her tank was cut away her breasts were already exposed and spilling over the torn fabric and my hand grabbed her right breast urgently and kneading the mass of it. My thumb and forefinger found her nipple, her huge erect nipple, and pinched and twisted it just enough to let her know that I regarded her as anything but fragile. Scissors back on the nightstand and Melinda's shirt now hanging limply from her shoulders, Craig attacked her other breast with his lips, sucking as much of the flesh as he could take into his wide open mouth. Melinda tossed her head back and exposed her neck, which I went after with my own, keeping my hand firmly on her breast. I made my way up to her mouth, remembering how insistent her kissing was the week before, and sucked her lips with my own. My left hand was free, having given up it's grip on her arm, so I bunched her hair into my fist and pulled her mouth against mine with more force, shoving my tongue into her hot mouth, licking her perfectly straight teeth. I had not noticed Craig giving up his attack on Melinda's breasts, but he had indeed backed off the bed entirely, removed his underwear, and was now climbing back onto the mattress. The lighting in the room was excellent, eyes having adjusted we could see all we needed to and the site of Craig's perfectly straight penis nearing his wife's head was my signal to move out of the way. Nearly as fast as I could break my kiss from her mouth and roll to the side, Craig flung his leg over her head and mounted her face, pressing the head of his cock into her lips. I watched for a second more and Craig took little time in finding both depth and rhythm as he thrust into his wife's mouth. Melinda, perhaps not quiet ready for his entire length, moved her hands to his hips to help control his thrusting but otherwise did her best to take what he was giving her. Brian had been in the process of removing her panties by the time I made my way down to join him. He pulled them off the ends of her feet just as I started licking her cute bellybutton. With her panties gone, Brian took an ankle in each hand and spread her legs wide open, even painfully open, and from my point of view at the belly-button level I could see her shaved pussy swollen, the lips and folds of her sex already engorged. As Brian knelt at the end of the bed he had to let go of her ankles, so I looped an arm around one leg to keep her wide while Brian placed his forearm against her other leg to keep it in place. His mouth started about 6 inches up on the inner thigh of the leg that he controlled and he slowly nibbled, licked, and bit his way near her pussy. I could feel Melinda's abdominal muscles flex and strain in response to his mouth, her hips trying to rise to meet him. While gagging sounds came from up above, Brian finally glued his mouth to the wet folds of Melinda's cunt and licking sounds from below joined the chorus in the room. Melinda was now actively humping Brian's face while being humped by Craig and I sat up and threw my leg over Melinda's stomach such that I was facing away from her face and Craig. I grabbed Melinda's legs near the knees and pulled them up towards me, effectively relieving Brian from having to hold a leg and giving him even better access to her sex. I watched as he drove his tongue deep inside her, then pulled it upward and over her clit then sucking her button into his mouth as if fellating it. Over his shoulder, however, was an even more intriguing site! Brooke and Katie were no longer hiding in the bathroom and watching through a cracked door. Instead, Brooke was on top of Katie as they both laid on the carpet inside the bedroom, the two of them locked in a make out session that looked as intense as the action happening on the bed. Brian continued to suck on Melinda as I felt Craig move off from her face. He hopped off the bed and without thinking I simply moved myself back, my package now hovering above Melinda's face. I didn't move back enough that she could put my cock in her mouth, but I dropped my testicles towards her face and then felt her suck them into her mouth, roughly! She tried to put them both in her mouth at once and I felt her hands on my buttocks, pulling me a bit closer as she tried to swallow my entire sack. I bent forward even more, and with Melinda's ass just barely off the end of the mattress Brian simply moved lower while I took over licking her clitoris. Brian seemed to be just as aggressive in licking her asshole as he had been on her pussy, watching him force his tongue inside her back door while holding her ass cheeks open wide. We didn't get to stay there long, unfortunately, Craig was standing to the side of the bed and watched for a second before saying, "Let's turn her over." I rolled off Melinda and Brian stood up as Craig reached under her and helped roll her to her stomach and then pull her up onto all fours. Craig motioned that he wanted to be where Brian was, so Brian moved to the top of the bed, climbed on and started kissing Melinda. Craig fixed himself behind his wife and pushed the head of his dick into her opening and then, after a short pause, pushed himself into her with a loud grunt. I considered my options in the current configuration and then took a moment to look over at Katie and Brooke. Katie was now spooning Brooke from behind but had her hand planted between Brookes slightly raised and parted legs and was clearly using a finger or two. Brooke was nearly face down, her mouth open and breathing rapidly as Katie used her hand and clenched at Brooke's breasts while kissing her shoulder. My cock surged at the sight. With Craig pounding hard at Melinda from behind, I decided to get closer to that action. I moved in close enough that I could reach Melinda's ass and I started running a finger up and down her crack while Craig slowed the frequency of his thrusting. Already moist from sweat and saliva, her asshole gave just a little to my probing finger but clearly needed a bit more assistance. I leaned over her lovely cheeks and slowly let a string of saliva drool from my mouth and into the crevice of her ass. I forcefully spit what saliva I had left in my mouth and then resumed my fingering using the spit to loosen her further. With my index finger now easily moving in and out of her ass, Craig slowed even further and even started holding for a few seconds with each thrust. I could press my finger in deep into her ass and apply pressure to Craig's cock from within, causing Craig to moan as he held himself deep inside. Worried that Craig might come from this new sensation, I pulled my finger out and motioned to Craig while saying, "fuck her ass." Craig immediately pulled all the way out of Melinda and I spit another generous amount of saliva as lube onto Melinda, which Craig targeted with the head of his penis and skillfully used to help his initial entry. With my face very close, I watched as he slowly popped the head of his cock inside the very tight ring of muscle that closed her back door. Melinda reacted, feeling much more pressure back there than my finger was offering and she gave a low "oooohhhh" sound that we assumed to be a signal to precede with caution. Slowly, Craig pushed in further and held. A bit further, maybe another inch and then a pause to judge Melinda's reaction. "There is a bottle of lube on the dresser behind you," Craig said, and I turned, found it and brought it back to the bed. Up top I noticed that Melinda had Brian's cock in her hand as he was sitting wide legged in front of her. She was clearly focusing, however, on the back door at the moment. Craig pulled out, slowly, and I applied a huge amount of lube at the top of Melinda's ass and then helped work it into her asshole with my fingers. Craig grabbed the bottle and applied a generous amount to his cock too, while I inserted a second and then third finger, slick with lube, into her bottom. Craig repositioned himself as I removed my fingers and popped just the head back inside her. "Hmmmmm," long and slow came from Melinda as Craig pushed in deeper feeling the slickness of the lubrication ease his entry until his cock disappeared completely. He held himself deep and still to let Melinda adjust to the sensation. Melinda, for her part, had her eyes shut tight until he reached full depth at which point she opened her eyes and sank her mouth over Brian's huge dick. Craig took this as a signal to continue, and withdrew about ½ way before pushing back in. Slowly he built up a rhythm and was soon fucking her ass with short half stokes and clearly concentrating to hold off his orgasm. With Melinda on all fours, I slid under her belly so I could reach her sex with my mouth. I was not sure I could get in there with Craig being directly behind her but I was able to just get my mouth over her clit and I resumed sucking on her lovely sex. She was very wet, so wet in fact that some of her juices were nearly dripping from the swollen folds of her cunt. I lapped at them teasingly as her vaginal lips hung low and then sucked harder on her clitoris. As I sucked and continued to suck, Melinda started quivering and it seemed an orgasm was approaching. I kept my focused suction on her clit while she pressed into my face and Craig, sensing maybe the same thing, held still inside her ass. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 05 Without much more warning Melinda suddenly gasped, a cry that accompanied a flood of liquid from her cunt, drenching my face. Melinda was a squirter! Katie and I had tried many times to figure out the secrets of female ejaculation and now I was happily underneath a gorgeous sex starved woman who was cumming all over my face. I licked, drank, sucked, and felt very nearly ready to climax myself. She was so delicious and her climax seemed to never end as she spasmed above me and I applied friction, tongue, mouth, and fingers to her swampy cunt. Craig had pulled all the way out of her ass by the end of her climax and when attempting to push himself back into her asshole, slipped and ended up in her pussy instead. He could feel the slickness of her cum and I slipped out from under Melinda as Craig started fucking her hard and fast. His body slapped against hers and his orgasm was imminent. As he finally reached his peak he slammed himself into Melinda one final time and grunted deeply, his fingers digging into the firm tissue of her ass cheeks. He, like his wife, shuddered as he came, never pulling out until his orgasm subsided. One his body stopped jerking he very slowly pulled completely out leaving a trail of cum and lubricant. Craig fell backwards onto the floor where he tried to regain his breath. Brian scurried from where he was previously receiving oral attention from Melinda as I motioned him to come join me at the foot of the bed. Just as Brian reached my side, we rolled Melinda back over onto her back and even in the low light of the moon lit room, cum was visibly leaking from her hole. Brian pushed me to the side, playfully, and rammed his cock into her oozing hole. Melinda tried to rise up on her elbows to get a better view of Brian entering her, so I looked back at Craig and said, "Go hold your wife down." Craig got up and laid on top of Melinda while Brian started to fuck her with slow deep strokes. Brian was the longest of the gang and as he gained speed and his balls slapped against her ass cheeks Melinda let out low sighs with each full thrust. Craig was in no condition to be playful anymore, but Melinda reached out nonetheless and was grabbing his messy penis with her hand. It was too much to watch! On top of it all, Katie and Brooke where now scissor legged humping each other, bare pussies smashing against one another in an awkward looking position that somehow they were making work. "My turn," I said to Brian. With that, Brian pulled out and I took his spot. Where Brian offered more length, I offered more width and I assumed her pussy not too abused at this point to not feel my additional girth. I slammed into her without hesitation and Melinda's pussy did indeed feel tight even with the copious amounts of semen and other fluids lubricating it. As I had my way with her cunt, Brian walked up and presented his slimy cock to Melinda's mouth. "Clean my cock," was all Brian said and I need not have wondered what her reaction would be, seeing how curiously playful she was in handling Craig's slimy dick. She simply stuck out her long beautiful tongue and ran it from the base, up the side and then engulfed the head of his dick. She cleaned it and sucked it like a starving woman while I built up steam down below. Brian finally extricated himself from Melinda's mouth and came back to join me, likely thinking he would want me to move out of the way. Instead, I offered, "see if you can get in her with me." Standing side by side proved impossible so he hopped on the bed and slightly rolled her to the side, lifting her leg so that he could enter her from behind. I was still standing at the foot of the bed still and once Brian had pushed a good portion of his cock inside Melinda, I repositioned myself at her already stuffed opening. When the head of my cock pushed against Brian's, trying to wedge some space in which to enter, Melinda finally realized what we were trying to do. "Are you sure," she asked with a slightly concerned voice. "Tell us to stop if it hurts," was all I could say while I continued to attempt entry. She laid her head back on the pillow in resignation and at that same time I felt her pussy give way, just enough, and the head slipped in. This was the most incredible feeling of my sexual life, it ALL burst into my head at once. The bishop's wife, the most conservative yet drop dead sexy woman I knew was being double fucked and I was one of the fuckers. I could feel the immense pressure of her tight cunt grasping at the doublewide girth of Brian and me. I felt Brian's cock slick against mine, the two of us just barely able to move back and forth an inch or two while we stuffed this woman full. It was too much, simply too much. Katie and Brooke where now just watching, holding each other in a simple embrace. Brian was getting bolder with his strokes and this caused so much friction and sensation that I feared I might fall out of Melinda, but moreover I was trying to hold off my orgasm. Brian was moving too fast, though, and I knew I was going to cum. I pulled out abruptly, grabbed my cock in my hand, and stroked it fast. I let the first shot of cum splash near the top of her pussy, white globs smattering into the top folds and on top of her clit. The second shot I tried to aim higher, trying to get it near her belly button but it ended up hitting her inner thigh instead. Rope after rope of cum exploded from me, more than I ever remembered giving up before. By the end of my climax Melinda was covered in my semen, it ran over her belly and cunt and on her thighs and Brian cock worked some of it in and out of her already gushing hole. Craig was now sitting up and watching his wife get worked, Melinda's hands moved down and started rubbing the slickness of my climax over her stomach and her hands worked near and around her clit, squeezing my thick seed between her slender fingers. Splitting her fingers and moving lower, she circled the cock that was still pumping into her and that proved to be Brian's trigger point. "Oh, Hun, you're goanna make me cum," Brian uttered between breathes. "I want it in my mouth," Melinda pleaded when she realized Brian was running out of staying power. Not needing any more motivation or invitation, Brian jumped up as he pulled out of her but didn't make it all the way to her mouth before the first shot of cum erupted from his cock and landed on Melinda's cheek. The next shot was taken fully embedded in her mouth but Brian seemed to like the first option better and held himself away just enough to throw a few more lines of thick cum on her chin, forehead, and then upper lip. Melinda was a bit surprised by the cum shower she received but after a few seconds her tongue snaked out of her mouth and began licking the cum off from her upper lip. She used her hands to clear a bit more from around her eyes and even sucked some off her fingers during the process. Craig got up and stepped over Katie and Brooke on his way to the bathroom, returning with a towel that he offered Melinda. While Melinda cleaned up, Katie and Brooke redressed and Brian and I took turns using the bathroom. Everyone made their way to the king sized bed and spouses kissed one another in gestures that seemed to reaffirm the formal relationships in the room. Craig had wedged himself in close to Melinda, almost in a protective gesture while at the same time looking like he might fall asleep at any moment. Finally, Brooke broke the silence, "So, Melinda... nice to meet you," she said as she held out her hand to Melinda. It was the perfect icebreaking joke and everyone laughed as the girls gently shook hands, Brooke then leaning in to give her a short but intimate kiss. It seemed we had the makings of a very nice group of friends, good times certainly ahead. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 06 After getting back from Craig and Melinda's, Katie was still horny as ever as I was still recovering. Insistent as she can be, however, she reminded me that Brooke's sweet pussy had been smashed against hers only a hour earlier and that was enough to charge my batteries for one more throw. Spending a good twenty minutes lapping away at her swollen sex while she screamed herself to yet another orgasm was more than enough for an already remarkable night. As we lay in bed afterward and tried to find sleep, we talked about where to take things next. In barely over a month we had gone from a conservative monogamous couple in free-fall from our former religion, a couple that had only shared intimacies with each other, to soft swinging, group sex, same-sex experimentation and non-consent style fantasy play. While we knew the others we had been experimenting with, we knew them mostly as friends. Only Melinda had explicitly taken charge of the situation to expose a fantasy and reveal her beyond the superficial, but that Melinda had been so bold provided the spark for next-level play. The next Morning Katie set about planning a game night. We both thought that the silly game playing had been the perfect lubricant for fun at the cabin and in the absence of alcohol, (no way Craig and Melinda were adding that to their list of sins), we wanted to take the game night concept to another level. We had some major scheduling problems for the next few days, however, and Katie was not able to get everyone back together until a week from next Thursday, frowning as she told me about the delay, both of us feeling a bit of a let down. Truth be told, our sex life as a couple had taken a back seat to the group play we had with our new friends. Sure, we were still having sex and it was good sex, but the spice of the other players was providing fuel for both our group play and for our sex life at home. Realizing we had more than a week to kill, alone, seemed almost foreign. Katie was the better communicator of the both of us and she spoke up later that night as we prepared for bed. "Since it's just the two of us, I thought we might play our own game this week," she said as she came out of the bathroom in a pair of boy-short panties and a tight tank top. In her hand she had a couple pencils and a few of strips of paper, which she divided evenly between the two of us. "Write down five fantasies you have that I can fulfill, one per piece of paper. I will do the same," she continued, "and then we will put them into a hat and drawn them out, one per night until they are gone." I loved the look in Katie's eyes and loved the fact that she was still so charged up sexually that she would suggest such a game. "Oh, and just a couple rules," she added. "First, these are fantasies for just you and I. No third parties, no other couples... just you and me. And second, they have to be things you and I have never done before." I smiled and took my pencil and paper and sequestered myself away from her while I thought about what wicked things I could ask of her. My mind was surprisingly blank, however, given that we had covered so much ground in the past few weeks. Where to begin? What could I ask of her and how bold dare I be? I had barely scribbled my first fantasy on paper when Katie announced she was done. Suck! How could she have more fantasies at the ready than I had? I kicked the imagination into high gear and it still took me another 10 minutes to fill out my remaining four strips of paper. Once all folded and in the hat, Katie shook the paper around in the hat and then had me pick one and the feminine handwriting meant I would be playing first, having drawn her fantasy from the hat. I read the simple message first silently and then aloud, "Masturbate while I watch." Katie was grinning from ear-to-ear and clapped her hands in exaggerated excitement. Although I had watched Katie use her vibrator many times over the years, only now did I realize she had never witnessed me taking things into my own hands. I was not sure how I felt about being watched, but given the things I was going to expect of her when my fantasies were picked meant I had to live up to my end of the bargain now or potentially be disappointed later. I was not sure how to start, however, not sure how to unceremoniously do something that was normally very organic, natural, and private! Katie did not help the situation by simply staring at me with a silly grin while I looked back at her, awkwardly. Finally sensing I was not really feeling comfortable, she tried to help. "Just pretend I am not here... just get into whatever position you normally use and just show me how you hold it, how you touch it, demonstrate how it works" she said. I sighed and finally gave in to the situation, still embarrassed but also starting to feel my cock stir a bit. I laid on my back and took off my boxer briefs, my dick now mostly hard, partly in thanks for my wife who was sitting near, looking eager, and wearing only bra and panties, her nipples hard enough to still press themselves to prominence through her thin bra. I liked to masturbate while laying back, my legs slightly spread, right hand doing the real work and left hand cupping the balls or working otherwise in that general area. I got into the position and started to move my hand slowly, closing my eyes to find some virtual privacy. As my eyes closed, Katie shifted in the bed and felt her lying next to me, felt her breath near my ear, yet she refrained from touching me at all. "Tell me what you fantasize about?" she begged? I did not answer, but she didn't back down. "Tell me, please? What do you think about when you do this?" she asked again. "You." "Sure you do," she said mockingly, "but really, I want to know. Tell me who you think about?" "You. Brooke. Melinda. All of you at once." I said in a whisper. "Really? Well, I could have guessed that. I want to know, though... who else. Come on, confess something naughty, tell me a fantasy, share a secret", Katie voice was getting lower, taking on that tone of arousal that told me it was ok to discard normal decorum. "Nicole. Sometimes I think about Nicole..." I said, waiting for reaction. "Nicole?" Katie repeated, voice raised, "the girl in your office that does marketing?" "Hey... you asked!" "But, what is she... like 19?" "She's 22 and a college graduate!" I protested and defended myself. "Besides, have you seen her?" "Oh, I have seen her" Katie responded, teasingly. "You think about fucking her? On your desk? In your office?" Katie was relentless and at the same time her words were fueling my own thoughts. "Tell me what you want to do to her!" God, I could already feel myself building toward an orgasm, Katie's sweet voice talking about the way-too-young girl in the office that every red blooded man would absolutely find appealing to the point of fueling a fantasy or two. If Katie was willing to go there with me, I was going to lead the way. "You have seen her, the way she dresses... the playful skirts, the heels, the stockings. I'll bet she wears those slightly girly panties still, lace on the edge, cotton..." I started slowly, really starting to visualize Nicole in her youthful glory. "She was a swimmer in college, did you know that? And her legs are so strong, so fucking sexy..." I trailed off a bit to control myself, my hand was now on autopilot. "She seems almost oblivious to how sexy she is, but that only adds to her appeal. No way she can be that innocent, but it makes me want to teach her a lesson or two." I was panting now, between breaths. "The conference room on the second floor doesn't have any windows. The door locks. I have worked with her in that room, alone, several times. " My left hand was now pushing hard just below my balls, my legs spreading a bit more as I worked faster. I could feel sweat building on my forehead. "It would be so easy, just to bend her over the table and pull her panties to the side, let my tongue taste her, feel her wetness, feel her press back against my face. I would need to feel her cum, use a finger on her clitoris while I jammed my tongue into her pussy as far as I could. Feel her cum as I nudged my nose against her asshole." I kept my eyes closed. I knew Katie was there, even if silent and barely moving, but the fantasy was working in my head and I considered anything said at this point to be in the spirit of playtime, so I continued. "It would be so easy to slip inside her, fuck her very hard with the table keeping her in place, her long hair messy across the table. I would like to hear her grunt and moan, I want her to feel me in places she has never felt a man before." I stopped to catch my breath again. "So hard. I would go at her so hard." I was close enough that I realized I would have to abbreviate my story to accommodate my approaching orgasm. "I would pull out of her abruptly, pull her from the table so she was on her knees in front of me. I would put my dick in her mouth, her cream sticky on my cock, letting her know how wonderful she tasted, sucking the mess from me, feeling my head rub against the friction of her teeth and tongue, seeing her eyes open as she strained to take it deeper..." I was ready to cum... "and I would pull myself from her mouth and force my balls in as a replacement, feeling her suck them as I started to cum, splashing my cum on her face and in her long dark hair." And with that I started to climax for real, grunting and thrusting as I felt the semen speed through my cock and explode a few inches into the air before crashing back onto my belly. "Her mouth still open as I finish with a few more spurts on her tongue!" I could not talk anymore, too consumed in my release. Katie said nothing but my eyes flew open as I felt her tongue on my belly, I watched as she lapped at the generous amount of cum that littered my lower abdomen and fingers, not to mention that which trailed down my still erect cock. She lapped and slurped as if starving, collecting it. She took my dick into her mouth and sucked hard, I felt her tongue at the tip searching for more. Katie was never shy in this regard but I had never seen her so urgent. Finally releasing my dick from her mouth she crawled back up my body, there was no smile, only the fired up eyes of a lustful, beautiful woman. Her face neared mine and she opened her mouth to reveal her collection of semen playfully dancing on her tongue. She hesitated to gauge my reaction but I pulled her to me and sucked her tongue into my mouth as we traded and shared the tangy gunk between us, tongues reckless and passionate, completely drunk on the moment. I insisted on helping Katie get off in whatever way she wanted we finished kissing, but she was dead set on letting this be foreplay for her until the next fantasy was drawn and so we both went to bed. In her shoes, I am not sure I would have been able to sleep but she seemed more than content to rest, and despite being exhausted, I watched her sleep for a few minutes before dozing off myself. Her stunning body breathing deeply, her beauty radiating from her entire since she slept. I wondered how I had come to be so lucky to have a woman like this lying next me, night after night, followed by a short pang of guilt that perhaps sharing her as I had over the past few weeks might endanger the good thing I had going with Katie. Was I just being over protective? Jealous? Saturday morning I found myself at Home Depot trying to find sprinkler parts, dreading that the repairs might take the entire weekend to remedy. I was focusing on part numbers and sizes and didn't even notice the approaching woman until her hand playfully patted me on the bottom. "Hey naughty boy," Brooke's always-happy voice said in low enough tones to not be overheard by other customers. Surprised I smiled and looked around to see who might have seen her flirtatious move before looking her up and down and falling instantly in lust with her cutoff daisy dukes and very tight burn-out t-shirt revealing the color of her black bra underneath. She smiled wickedly, knowing that my mind had quickly gone from worrying about who might be watching to other less pure thoughts. We chatted for a few minutes about our respective projects, my sprinklers and her work to put up a few mirrors on the wall of their home gym. Brian was working for the day, catching up on projects in the office and leaving Brooke to her own devices. After a bit of small talk while I alternated my attention between sprinkler parts and tits, we walked together to the hardware section and found the right mounting hardware to get the mirrors on the wall of their gym. As Brooke selected the right components, I noted that these were not simple wall mounts for your typical wall mirror, this was serious hardware. "How big are these mirrors?" I asked. Brooke relayed that she had four mirrors in the basement measuring 4 foot wide by 7 feet tall and that they weighed close to 40 pounds each. Purely altruistically, I offered to come by the house with her and help put them up since it was more than obvious that to do the job alone Brooke would have to be more than creative, the job might even be dangerous if attempted alone. I phoned Katie as I followed Brooke to her house and let her know I would be delayed. Katie, if worried about what might transpire between Brooke and I at the house, gave no signs of such concerns. I followed Brooke to their basement and complimented her on their home gym. They really had nice equipment, a large TV mounted on the opposing wall, two powerful ceiling fans to keep air circulating while they worked out and it became obvious how the two of them stayed in such great shape. We unpacked the mirrors from their shipping materials and got them in place. The job would be relatively easy with 4 hands to help hold and secure the wall mounts, but I continued to wonder how Brooke would have done this on her own. I climbed a small stepladder as Brooke held the mirror in place, I put the top mounts on each corner, and made sure they were secure. Brooke then took the power drill from me and crouched down to put the lower brackets in place. As she lowered herself, the thin fine silk of her thong became visible at the top of her short shorts, her white ass hardly hidden at all. I could not help but stare, and remember, and linger. Something about the situation felt odd, as if I should offer her the standard courtesy of looking away, but then again this was a woman I had been very intimate with, had shared very dark secrets. If this were Katie I would not only look and ogle, but I would likely comment and flirt and even try to push my luck for a quickie - but this was NOT Katie, this was not my wife. Was I crossing a line? Were there any lines left to cross? We worked on the other mirrors in like fashion, I reached and secured the top, Brooke would crouch and secure the bottom, I would stare in conflict at her perfect ass, her teasing panties, her incredibly obtuse breasts, and wonder if this situation was black, white, or gray. Make no doubt about it, Brooke was in on this too. She was very aware of her position, her ass towards me, and her scant attire. I caught her a couple times as she came out of the crouching position, looking at my shorts and noticing that my cock was aware of the tension in the room. Moreover, she certainly didn't 'accidently' brush her breasts against my back, twice. We were playing a game with each other, neither being explicit in our actions, but the air was thick with want and conflicting emotions. Possibly the emotional turmoil was the spice that kept us playing and at arms length, the taboo that would not let us behave as we should have but that kept things from exploding otherwise. As the final mirror was completed, we stood back to look at the finished project. Standing back, however, meant looking into a mirror and seeing ourselves. We were standing close, far too close, and Brookes words "That looks really nice" took on a second meaning in my mind. I don't know if she intended the words as I heard them, but that her arm brushed against mine at nearly the same time caused a jolt up and down my spine. I was very nearly at my breaking point when Brooke saved me from myself, "I'll run up and get some window cleaner, be right back," and then bounded up the stairs. In her absence, I realized how hard my cock was, how fast my heart was racing. This was feeling far too dangerous and the protests in my mind were starting to have structure -- this was not about Brooke or the fact we had already been together very intimately, this was about Katie, and trust, and that we had been together in all of our adventures this far, no secrets, no sneaking around. If I let the current situation continue would this change things? Would this introduce an element of selfish need that would poison or risk the very thing I was cherishing only a few nights ago? God how I loved Katie, yet without reservation I wanted to fuck Brooke. I heard Brooke descending the stairs and watched as she walked over to the mirror and began spraying it. After she finished spraying the first mirror I took the Windex from her and started spraying down the next panel. As I started wiping it down with paper towel I noticed Brooke in the mirror and caught her looking back at me. I glanced away but then did a double take back to her reflection, noticing the obvious lack of a bra, her breasts and nipples testing the fabric. I knew she was wearing her bra when she went up stairs for the glass cleaner and thus the removal of her bra could not have been any more clearly in signaling intent. I let her finish her mirror and then leap frog me to the next panel while I finished wiping down my section. I didn't bother picking up the glass cleaner as I moved behind her and took a deep breath, stopping instead of moving past her to the final mirror. I glanced down at her near perfect bottom, her sexy shorts, and her gorgeous back. Temptation, it was simply too much. I looked over her shoulder to catch her eyes in the mirror, not requiring her to turn her head yet we made eye contact and the look was sudden and intense. I grabbed her hair in my left hand and pulled roughly to angle her face back over her shoulder while pressing her body against the mirror with mine. Her lips were parted as I teased mine against them and then past them, to land on her long exposed neck. I held her hair tightly and her body pressed firmly against the mirror preventing her from moving, giving me freedom to suck on her neck and taste the mixture of perfume and sweat, to bite at her collar bone while grinding my hard-on against her faded jean-shorts. The kiss that followed was beyond intense; our teeth bumped roughly as our tongues whipped around in each other's mouths. I pulled back on her hair again, a bit rougher, and heard her moan playfully into my mouth, her breath so steamy hot and sexy. Her left hand was pressed against the mirror but her right hand looped around my waste awkwardly and pulled me harder against her, my aching cock already at it's theoretical limit. I released my body from hers just enough to forcefully turn her 180 degrees and then slammed myself against her, hard. The mirror mounts held through the test... a good sign. We kissed furiously, like animals, and her leg lifted and circled around my lower body allowing my prick nearness with her sex, pressing through the cotton of my shorts. We were seconds away from clothes flying when we both stopped, almost as if feeling the same thing. We were only inches away from each other, eyes glaring with need at each other, mouths open, breathing heavy. My hand inched up her torso and cupped the bottom of her unbound breast, my thumb grazing over the sharp tip of her nipple, her eyes rolling upward as I pinched slightly, feeling the tension of her nipple as a proxy for the overall tension between us. Nevertheless, we did not kiss, we only looked at each other with depth, but the recklessness seemed to have passed. We were still smashed against each other, the want overwhelming, but we did not press forward. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 06 Our eyes seemed to be communicating all that was not said, but we moved our heads closer and began a dance of words, whispering into each other's ears. "I want to fuck you," I moaned. "I need it." "We can't." "I know," was her final reply. My hand still played with her nipple, and her hips still held a subtle rhythm against mine, grinding our bits together in a teasing synchronization that could not have felt more natural. "I'm so wet," she began again, this time resting her forehead against mine. "I'm so hard, but you already knew that!" "It would be so easy..." "It would be so nasty good," I replied. We allowed a bit more friction, I dropped my hand from her breast to the backside of her barely covered ass, cupping the firm flesh and pulling her closer. "Good God, I don't know if I can stop," I began again. "You should, but I need it... badly." "I could do some serious damage right now." "Hurt me, please!" she nearly begged. I lifted her entirely, allowing her to wrap both legs around me. I leaned into even more, if that were possible, my fingers danced under the frayed hem of her shorts, I could feel the heat and dampness seeping onto the flesh of her leg. "I can almost taste you," I said as I moved my head a bit as if I might kiss her again. "What are we going to do?" "What would Brian say?" "What will Katie say?" "Fuck!" was all I could manage. I lowered her back to the ground and broke away from her, physically, but our eyes stayed connected. "I don't know what your arrangement is with Brian, but Katie and I have an unspoken understanding that this is something we do together or at least in full disclosure" I said, still staring right at her beautiful face. "You have no idea how badly I want to rip into you, it's been a long time since the cabin and I have nothing but complete need to feel you again..." I had to pause. "... But not without Katie, not without her knowing." Brooke walked back towards me, closing the already dangerously small distance between us and reached up to my face. She pulled me into her and kissed me deeply before breaking away. I thought she were challenging me, trying to tempt me, and honestly, she would have broken me with about two more seconds of her luscious mouth on mine. Instead, she stepped back, "You're a good man, Greg, and I appreciate you being honest." She smiled from ear to ear, the most assuring grin I could imagine. "Now, get your ass out of here before I fuck you with or without Katie's permission!" And with that she playfully swatted my butt and we skipped up the stairs. "See you Thursday," she said, she promised. The drive home was a bit more frustrating than the encounter at the house. Had we crossed a line? Probably... no... definitely. That meant I had to tell Katie and clear the air. I loved her too much to hide this, I wanted to be honest and fair, I wanted her to know even if it meant she might be angry and hold some resentment or loss of trust. Nevertheless, she had to know. When I got home Katie was not around, so I felt a bit of relief in not having to address the situation immediately and instead set about working on the sprinklers that needed repair. Luckily, the sprinklers required very minor repairs, the PVC intact and not cracked or damaged and I had the job done just as Katie appeared, walking around the corner of the house sweaty and dressed in running clothes. After a short hello she ran off to shower and clean up and since I had been mucking around in dirt and grass for the last hour I decided to do the same. She was already in the shower by the time I made my way inside and into the bathroom. Seeing her wet and soapy made me feel even more guilty for the days prior events. I felt nervous anxiousness as I waited for her to finish her shower, knowing it was now or never time once she was out. As she turned off the water and started to towel off, I gathered some courage. "So we got those mirrors hung at Brookes house," I started. "Cool. How is Brooke?" "Good. Really good." I took a deep breath, "Hey, I need to tell you something and you might be upset." Katie raised her eyebrows and looked over at me while she patted her hair dry. "Uh, things got a little out of control while I was over there," I stopped to watch her face, judge her reaction. "Out of control?" "Yeah, I mean... like for a moment some playful flirting sort of ran away with us," I said, as if I had no control over the situation, as if some third party presence had forced us together in reckless foreplay. "What? What are you saying?" Katie asked. Then her eyes opened wider, almost as if in shock, but accompanied by a sly smile as well. "Did you fuck her?" "No. No! However, we did let things go too far, we kissed, we kissed a lot. But we kept clothing on and we both stopped." Katie looked amused, but there was confusion all over her face. "I don't understand. Why did you kiss? Why did you stop? Have you two been seeing each other?" This last question came form Katie with a bit more heat and accusation. "No. Listen, we hung the mirrors, there was a lot of sexual tension in the air and we let it go too far. We were just flirting, but then it went too far. I'm really sorry. We have never seen each other on the side and we both stopped and agreed that it was just out of bounds without our spouses knowing and being involved." I said all this without taking a breath and even held my breath longer as I waited for my information to register with Katie. "Oh," was all she said in reply. We stood quietly in the bathroom for a few seconds and Katie seemed to be ready to say something, but kept pausing. "Oh," she repeated. Then in a careful and calculated voice she continued, "Do you want to see her? I guess we never talked about where this might go, but do you want to have sex with others on the side?" She looked up and it was clear she was not mad, not hurt, but she did want clarification on what our group sex playtime might mean in light of our marriage overall. "Look," I replied, "I do like the new options and Brooke is very attractive, but I want you to know, to be involved, to give your blessing. If you want to have an open marriage, I am ok with that, but only if you are." "Maybe we need some rules," Katie suggested. "Ok, that sounds like a good idea," I said. "I would say no sex with others unless we have given each other permission first." "Fine. I am ok with that, but I do NOT give you permission to sleep with Nicole!" Katie quipped and smiled at me teasing. "At least not unless I get to play with her too. She is hot!" I laughed at her joke and nodded in compliance with her new rule. "And you can fuck Brooke," she added, "but thank you for asking, for stopping. I love you." I moved towards her and we hugged. It felt good to have her naked body in my arms, she was stunning and not worth risking, even for someone like Brooke. "Now, tell me all the details of what happened with Brooke," she said as she dropped to her knees and started to undo my shorts. ... Thursday evening finally rolled around and I left the office early to help Katie setup the house for our party night. We had some very nice wine that we had been saving and had some really nice food ordered from a favorite local deli. There was a bit more class and style in our preparations for tonight's gathering and even our attire was stepped up a bit, Katie in a pencil skirt and short heels with a loose blouse up top. She looked put together and classy but not businesses like or too proper. I even put on a pair of nicer khakis and casual oxford shoes to try complimenting Katie's sense of style. Craig and Melinda arrived first and while Craig was keeping to his conservative Mormon attire, it was clear Melinda was pushing the limits. Her shirt cut too low, her skirt slit too high, she looked delightful, deviant, and her attitude was certainly playful to match her outfit. This new twist on life was suiting her just fine. Brooke and Brian showed up only a few minutes later, this happened to be the first time Brooke, and I had chatted or seen each other since the mirror-mounting incident. Katie beat me to the door and was quick to tease, hug, and welcome Brooke into the home. In case there were any lingering worries from Brooke they were quickly erased in Katie's warm welcome. For her part, Brooke and Brian gave me a combined look that said they were also ok with what had happened, so I relaxed a bit and we all made our way to the front room. I had already opened the wine to let it breathe and so we poured a few glasses and then offered Craig and Melinda some ice tea. I was more than surprised when Melinda asked for a glass of wine instead and Craig looked a bit irritated, but also as if he expected her to ask. The wine was exceptional and after 30 minutes of casual talk I began to wish I had a couple more bottles. Instead, I opened up a couple more bottles of a cheaper Pinot Noir and Katie took over the evening. We played a few warm up card games of the adult variety and then after an hour or so of sophomoric fun we moved into a less formal but far more charged game of truth and dare. The rules were lose and we were keeping it casual for the time being, so the questions and dares extended no further than silly questions about unusual places, quickly exposed breasts, and a spanking or two. When the rotation came to Katie, who was several glasses of wine into the evening, she decided it was time to bring out the big guns. "I think we are all ready to move on," she began, "and it seems like our little play group may be ready for the next step." As she said this, her focus aimed towards Brooke and I was not sure what kind of message she was trying to send, but there was no mistake she was singling out Brooke. "To this point we have played together and had some very good sex together, but I would like to propose we take this to the next level." She paused and smiled, looking around the room and making contact with the rest of us. "I propose that we pair off tonight and have some fun, one-on-one... a full swing." I looked around the room, noting the facial responses of Craig, who seemed a bit anxious, of Brooke who was almost glowing, of Melinda who gripped Craig's leg as Katie spoke, of Brian who could not have stared harder at Melinda throughout it all. "To kick start this concept, I thought it would be fun for each of the girls to write down a fantasy scenario that they have never played out before and then let the guys pick the fantasies at random." Again, Katie paused during her speech to see how everyone was reacting. "The fantasy must be something that can be done tonight, without too much expense, and that is a couples thing, no group sex tonight." The heat of the room was increasing by the second, nervous bodies seemed to twitch and writhe at the thought and as no one protested Katie's idea, she simply reached to the side of the chair in which she was sitting and distributed the paper and pencils she retrieved to the other women. Melinda started writing almost immediately, as did Katie who had the unfair advantage of knowing the plan for tonight and thus being prepared with a fantasy. Brooke took more time thinking but then added her thoughts to paper and folded it, handing it back to Katie. "Craig, I will hold my fantasy and Brookes behind my back and you choose a hand." Katie shuffled the two papers behind her back and then Craig chose her left hand. It was Katie's fantasy he picked, leaving Melinda's and Brooke's for Brian and I to split -- and since it would make no sense for Brooke and Brian to hook up, I took Brooke's paper and Brian took Melinda's... with a huge smile I might add. "No one read the fantasies out loud, just keep them private," Katie added to the rules, "we can share the experience later." Brian was reading Melinda's and nearly blushing as he seemed to read and re-read it repeatedly. Craig was poker faced as he read Katie's and while I was more than curious about what my dear wife had proposed for the two of them, I was a bit thrown off by Brooke's words. They read: "In the church I often fantasized about having sex in the chapel, on the stand, bent over the pulpit while being used and taken. I want this to happen if we can, I want you to fuck me as I brace myself against the very podium that I had to watch from the pews with utter boredom for so many years. I want you to last, though, you can't come like that. Once I am satisfied with you I want to finish you in my own way. It will be my little surprise. " "Craig," I asked after finishing reading Brooke's fantasy, "can I borrow your church keys?" Shocked and looking a bit defensive at first, he stopped just before asking the question that seemed on the tip of his tongue and simply reached into his pocket instead and pulled out the magnetic key to the local ward house. "Don't get me in trouble, please," was all he said. Brian and Melinda were getting ready to leave too, to a destination undisclosed, as I opened the door for Brooke and helped her into my car. It seemed Katie and Craig were going to be staying at the house. The drive to the church took less than 2 minutes and the parking lot was deserted, as expected at 11pm on a Thursday night. Brooke sat in silence next to me, her very short dress nearly hiked to her crotch, her legs crossed in the cramped confines of my small car. The walk in afforded me the opportunity to look Brooke up and down as she walked ahead of me, memories of what almost occurred the previous Saturday starting to replay in my mind. God she was more beautiful every time I saw her and while I was nervous about the venue there was little I would not do to make love to this woman tonight. Once inside the church we made sure the exterior doors were locked and kept all the lights off as we made our way to the chapel. The chapel itself was dark but the windows allowed in enough light that we could find our way around without having to turn on any additional lights. The chapel doors were not lockable, and many doors there were. Double doors in the rear of the chapel on both sides of the pews, single doors leading to the hallway from the rostrum up front. While it was late and the church as deserted it still felt very exposed and too public to be holding Brookes hand as we walked towards the podium. Three stairs raised us from the level of the pews to the slightly elevated stage where the bishopric, speakers and other invited guests sat during Sunday services. The height of the stage, though insignificant, offered a big change in perception. Looking down from the stage towards the pews I felt as if I were towering over the would-be audience and the public exposure feeling I had as we walked towards the stage was now multiplied many times over. I felt a new sense of power, and fear, realizing how the bishop and others beheld the membership from this vantage point. Empowering it must be, to be afforded a seat literally above the others from which to observe, preach, pray, judge, intimidate... Brooke gave my hand a gentle squeeze as if to bring me out of my momentary reflection and back to the real reason we were there. She leaned into me, and our mouths met in a gentle kiss that lingered and played. "Now where were we?" she asked, as if the afternoon in her basement had only been recently and briefly interrupted. We kissed harder, and our bodies pressed together, the overall tightness of her body impressing as it always did that she was so far out of my league. My hands started to roam but before I could make much progress in exploring her frame, she released me from our kiss and walked over to the podium. She stood here, as if addressing the congregation and looked back over her shoulder at me. Her smile was inviting, he body irresistible. I took the few steps needed to join her. As I embraced her from behind and wrapped my arms around her slender waist, I buried my face in the exposed skin on her shoulder where her dress had slightly slipped. I drank in the smell of her clean skin and hair and pressed my hardness into her backside. Looking down with her eyes closed she offered a few final instructions, "Do what you want while I am here, but please make me come. And remember, you have to wait, I have plans for you..." she said, her voicing intonating that perhaps she wanted to say more but she stopped as I moved my mouth to her neck, sucking and kissing. She placed her hands on either side of the pulpit and used the stand to counter the pressure I applied against her as I slid my body close and moved my mouth down her neck to her back. Her short dress was giving way as I tugged on the sleeves and let my hands roam around her hips. I pressed against her back and watched her head tilt forward, eyes closer, her hair falling forward as more of her body angled towards the podium. I was lost in the smell of her body, her clean simple taste and the way her skin felt hot under my hands and mouth. I thought of pulling her dress entirely off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor but as my hand slid from her hip and down her thigh, I remembered how short the dress was and my imagination took over. Because the stand and podium of the chapel were a couple feet higher than the pews, and because a small wooden wall further segmented the authoritarian aspect of the rostrum from the rest of the chapel, there was a small amount of privacy from about the waste down for those standing at the podium. I knelt behind Brooke and realized most of my body would have been hidden from anyone watching from the pews, and I visualized Brooke standing in front of hundreds, giving a talk to the congregation on some theological tenant, perhaps the sacredness of monogamy, while I placed my hands on her ankles and moved them up. As my hands reached her knees I urged her to spread her legs, her feet now a couple feet apart in a very non-natural stance for someone preaching at a church. I kissed the back of her knees, licked the back of her thighs, and moved my hands again to her hips, massaging the crest of her hips and then lingering around to touch her belly button and feel the firmness of her abdomen. I let my head rest nearly on her buttocks, the thin silky fabric of her bikini cut panties crawling between her cheeks. I let my right hand move up further, extending it nearly all the way to reach her bare breasts and pinching her nipples hard enough to make her squirm against my touch. I bit her bottom lightly, then not so lightly, again causing her to gyrate against the slight discomfort. My hand moved down from her breast now and with both hands I pressed my thumbs under the waistband of her panties and tugged gently, teasing, but then stopped. My left hand I let fall free from her side and let it fall until it was massaging her inner thigh just above her knee. I traced my fingers gently up the middle of her inner leg, slowly, registering everything about her leg, it's softness, it's muscles, it's temperature, the slight sweat that coated her inner thighs, the moisture of her panties as it reach the very edge of their coverage. My finger traced lightly across her pouty mound which drooped just a bit in her panties, panties that felt saturated and messy. It was too much. I cupped her sex in my left hand and applied pressure firmly against the entirety of her sex, feeling the wetness in my hand, the hot sensation of her response that pressed back into my palm, grinding slightly against my fingers. With my index finger I traced the very edge of her panties, back and forth, touching forward until near her hipbone, then back until the edge of her underwear was lost in the cleft of her ass checks. I resisted digging in further and instead replayed the up and down gesture several more times until my weaknesses were exposed and the index finger dove under the flexible fabric and directly into her sex. The wetness of her was overwhelming, the texture of her insides more than I could resist and I rotated my finger inside her over and over to experience her core. As I finally slid my finger out I let it catch her panties right at the crotch and pulled them down just enough to allow better movement inside of them. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 06 The same index finger that was now slick with Brooke's lust pressed slowly and firmly up the folds of her pussy. There was only evidence of her need as it reached her clitoris which was already engorged and begging for attention. I rubbed her button on the sides, circling it, judging how sensitive it was to my touch and not wanting to overplay my hand. I let her settle into my rhythmic finger play before I added my thumb and gently stimulated her clit between it and my forefinger, to which she moaned audibly for the first time. Automatically I responded to her verbal approval by pulling down her panties with force, leaving them sloppily laced around her left ankle and heel after her right foot had shaken free of them. Unconfined by them she reassumed her stance at the podium, hands firmly clenching the wooden support, her legs now widely spread and I adjusted myself right behind her most perfect ass. Tongue out I licked my way from the small of her back down her cleft using my hands to wedge open her muscular backside. Brooke aided me in finding what I was looking for by pushing her ass backwards, now leaning heavily on the podium with her back nearly arched. I let my tongue slide up and down her butt several times, always halting just above her back door. I could feel Brooke push herself towards me as the tongue neared her asshole, but I teased further. After another 30 seconds of slowly getting close, I let her arching backside reach my tongue and I lapped at her and stabbed her dark hole with my tongue. Her moaning was now low and constant, in synch with my tongue. I rimmed her ass for at least five minutes while she wiggled and urged me to get in deeper, but I could now taste her damp sex and needed to taste it fully. I pulled her back to meet me, just a few more inches was all I needed and my tongue met the source of fluid that was making me drunk. I sucked on her labia, pulled the lips of her sex into mine and drank from her while my fingers danced over her clit, my thumb jamming into her cunt and meeting nothing but slick welcome wetness. In the chaotic play my tongue slid back, or rather Brooke may have wiggled enough to get my tongue back on her asshole and with two fingers now thrusting deep into her pussy and my other hand making rapid play with her clit, I let my tongue explore her ass which Brooke accepted with nearly violent thrusts back into my face. I should have anticipated it, but her climax came on so quickly, her hand slamming back against her sex to hold my fingers in place while her other hand steadied her through the earthquake she was experiencing. Mostly, she pressed her ass into my face as I gave her all I could, more than happy to do WHATEVER this girl wanted. As she slowed her body and let the orgasm wash away, my own instincts took over and I freed my hands from her body to undo my pants, which I then slid down in a single fluid movement as I stood up. My cock was pained, swollen, and as Brooke looked back to see what I was doing I put my right hand on her head and pressed it to the podium deck, then slamming myself into her without apology. I fucked Brooke from behind roughly and found myself aroused at the sight of her body jerking under mine as I threw myself into her, Brooke so beautiful but looking so helpless as I held her against the podium. I was feeling aggressive, urgent, but also realized that I might be going to far and was about to offer an apology and pull out when Brooke started to cry out, begging me not to stop. Knowing she was nearing orgasm even as I slammed into her harder and harder only motivated me to take it up a level. I grabbed her hair and pulled back playfully, but Brooke moaned out in pleasure so I pulled harder which caused her head to turn slightly due to the force. This triggered her second orgasm which caused her legs to wobble and she nearly tumbled under me, falling to her knees, weak in post orgasmic bliss. My cock, free and swollen and slick, was only inches away from her face as she turned around looking exhausted. "Sit!" she demand, pointing at the chair just to my left. I fell back into the chair and then smiled as she crawled towards me, hair sloppy and knotted, dress half off her shoulder, panties still stuck to the heel of her left foot. She neared me, on her hands and knees, and without any attempt at nuance or subtly she dropped her mouth over my cock. She swirled the head of my dick with her tongue, over and around, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, taking in the sensation. With my eyes closed I visualized where we were, the number of times I had watched from the pews as men sat in these chairs and looked out over the congregation. Did they feel power? Did they judge? Did they loathe having to be there? Did they feel the eyes of the members watching them each Sunday? It was right then that it dawned on my, my eyes opened quickly and I realized I was sitting in the middle seat, the bishops chair! Brooke was now doing more than just teasing the head of my cock, she was taking me deep. Brooke would push her head down on me as far as she could and hold it, and then come up for air panting with just my head inside her mouth. After an especially long suck, my cock head wedged in the back of her throat, she came up gagging with spit trailing from her mouth, her eyes watering. I held her hair back as she looked up at me and I asked if she was ok. Instead of answering, she licked her saliva from the side of my cock, sucked the wetness from my ball and then impaled her mouth over my cock again, forcing herself to take it even deeper. She was trying to gag on my cock, trying to swallow the entire damn length of my dick and the sensation was incredible, the saliva thick and never ending. I felt the same urgency to make her feel me as I had felt as I fucked her from behind against the podium and I began to thrust up into her face. As I used this technique to very literally fuck her mouth, Brooke opened wider and let me use her mouth as a toy. I put my hand the back of her head and held her down on my cock, her mouth moaning her approval at the same time she gagged more. This was beyond my wildest dreams and my body and mind reacted accordingly, the speed at which the semen rushed from my balls was electric. I shot an intense first load of cum as my cock hit the very back of her throat and I held her head forcefully against my pulsing dick. Her body involuntarily choked a bit as the fluid overwhelmed her already stuffed mouth but she persisted in keeping my cock jammed in deep, even trying to ride out the jittering spasms of my body as I felt spurt after spurt rocket up my shaft. Her hands were clenching at my thighs as she took this self-inflicted abuse, swallowing what she could with the rest pooling around my balls, soaking my ass. As my body went limp in the chair she continued to suck and lick, finally releasing my semi erect cock from her lips and then immediately attacking my balls, cleaning them, slurping up the excess. Her hands and fingers moved my junk from side to side as she seemed to relish and crave every bit of my spent self. When she finally satiated herself, she looked up at me with watery eyes framed by smeared mascara and nearly chaotic hair, her lips parted and swollen, red and wet. I locked my hands under her arms and pulled her into the chair with me, and we kissed deeply, slowly, almost the inverse of how she had blown me. Her mouth was open and warm and her tongue was searching but not flagrant or quick, we moved our mouths together with perhaps more intimacy than had transpired in the last 20 minutes, our bodies barely able to do more than lean into each other for support as we put an intimate and emotional exclamation point on an otherwise wildly erotic escapade. Kissing gave way to her head resting on my shoulder as we took in the silence and emptiness of the chapel, our previously sacred surroundings providing a surreal landscape in which to meditate and process what had just happened. Even when we roughly took Melinda in her non-consent fantasy I had never been so physically rough and never had a woman literally deep throat me at the expense of her own discomfort while seemingly enjoying herself just the same. Such a strange thing, to feel your own mind expand and explore. As these thoughts went thru my mind, I remembered Katie and the others that they were probably right now enjoying their own moments of one-on-one fantasy play and this was enough to rouse me from my trance and nudge Brooke off my shoulder. We kissed again and then rose, adjusting our clothing and making sure no obvious signs of our activities were left behind. I looked back at the bishops chair one last time and contemplated telling Craig that next week he would be sitting at the scene of one of the most erotic moments of my life. Would he find himself erect with the whole congregation watching? "Wonder how Brian and Katie are getting along," I casually asked as we walked down the aisle and out of the chapel. Brooke smiled at me mischievously before saying, "let's hurry home and find out!" Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 07 Chapter 7 -- Endure to the End Sorry, readers, but the screw-up at the end of chapter 6 was just a bad, bad mistake on my part. My apologies, and let me start this chapter with a correction. In addition, this chapter will get into some Mormon orthodoxy/practices that might make some readers uncomfortable. For those who have been critical of my treatment and lack of respect for Mormonism, I urge you to simply find something else to read this time around. Cheers. ------------------------ "I wonder how Brian and Melinda are getting along," I casually wondered as we walked down the aisle and out of the chapel. Brooke smiled at me mischievously before saying, "Let's hurry back and find out." Arriving home was not going to give us any insight as to how Brian and Melinda were taking care of each other since Brian's car was still missing from the driveway. As we pulled in and parked, I wondered if we should go inside or if perhaps we should offer Craig and Katie some privacy. We had been gone well over an hour but since Brian and Melinda were still off, maybe Craig and Katie were still busy as well. Brooke did not immediately get out of the car, but after a few more seconds of delay, she finally shifted in her seat. "Come on, maybe they will let us watch," and with a smile she opened her door and stepped out. We entered through the garage door and did not hear a sound, the house also being completely dark. We slowly explored a few rooms before I heard Brooke whisper, "Over here!" I turned to where Brooke was standing, she was looking in the front room and on the floor lay Craig and Katie, both very naked and both very asleep. There was no other obvious evidence of their activity except for the strewn clothing that littered the furniture. Playfully, Brooke sat down on the sofa and just watched them and eventually I joined her. We both looked at the two naked bodies laying askew on the floor, only their legs still tangled, and waited for them to wake up. We didn't have to wait long until Katie started to stir and eventually sat up, only mildly startled that others were in the room with them, which in turn also work up Craig. They didn't bother to dress or even cover up as they came to their senses. There was some initial chitchat but as the questions started to turn towards whatever sexual activities had transpired, Katie stepped in, "I say we just leave tonight as private... let's not share with each other whatever we did." The fact that Katie wanted to keep her time with Craig a secret was both a bit worrisome and exciting. I liked the idea of having a few dark secrets, however, and so the four of us all agreed -- ask no questions, give no details. Katie moved closer to Craig and the two of them snuggled and it looked like they were ready to go back to sleep, so I took Brooke by the hand as I said good night to my wife and friend. I led Brooke to the master bedroom, pulled back the covers, stripped her out of her clothing and then climbed into bed next to her, both of us naked and exhausted. Despite the thrill of sharing my wedding bed with another woman, sleep was more demanding than eroticism and we both quickly crashed into deep sleep, bodies entwined. Morning light had not brought me out of the deep sleep but the sound of the shower running in the master bath did. Brooke was still asleep on my chest so I assumed Katie was showering and having to pee I did not think twice about heading into the bathroom to relieve myself. When it turned out to be Melinda in the shower my first reaction was to avert my gaze, apologize, and walk out but Melinda only said, "Good morning," in a cheerful way that diffused my embarrassment. "Sleep well?" she asked. Naked myself and immediately interested in the naked woman occupying the shower, part of me wanted to jump in and join her but I also felt an odd sense of obligation to the woman I had left sleeping in the bed and suddenly realized how crazy the situation was. My wife was likely still asleep in the front room with another man, a drop dead gorgeous woman was lying asleep in my bed having rocked my world the night before, and a newly reborn wild child was standing in my shower with zero expectation of modesty or privacy. My wife was the only woman I needed, in a literal sense, yet I was more than happy to make wild love in a chapel with my friends wife. A friend, mind you, who also happened to be the religious leader of our community may have had no idea his wife was invitingly showering in my home! A friend whose wife would likely welcome my company in the shower. Strange times indeed. I peed and then came back into the bathroom to wash my hands just as Melinda turned off the water and grabbed a towel. She was damping the water from her hair as she stepped out and on the rug and I confess that I washed my hands for far longer than necessary as I watched her lean body drip water, her hair now wrapped in the towel and her nipples red from the hot shower. She looked so comfortable, so familiar, the context of the situation seemingly not tweaking her head the way it had mine. That she was so conservative and rigid on the outside was ever present but how could I ever forget what a needful sexual beast she could become. How does she put on such a calm exterior with so much sexuality inside, or was the contrast what sparked the wild side of her? I pretended to need something from the closet, just to have more time in the same space with Melinda as she stood there naked taking care of post shower details. Maybe we, our little group of swinging friends, had forever changed Melinda, broken down the veneer that she carried publically and freed her mind from the mental prison of her religion. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, however, I watched Melinda pick up her Mormon garments and start putting them on. Given the many shocking things we had all experienced together in the past few months, seeing Melinda put on the sacred garments prescribed by my former religion was a complete surprise, a slap in the face even. To the reader who many not be familiar, let me attempt to explain the uniqueness of Mormon underwear. Men and women wear similar designs, the men's version only being slightly more tolerable in their appearance. For women the bottoms are a feminine boxer short, for lack of better explanation. Cut so that they fall nearly to the knee, and made of white cotton, or polyester or some blend thereof, they are ill fitting, poorly cut, sit way above the waist and look about as unattractive as you might imagine. Google it if you do not believe me or want a better image. The tops are worse, if that is possible. They are made of the same material, equally poorly cut and fitting, but are essentially a t-shirt, lower cut around the neck but complete with sleeves and intended to provide full coverage to the waist. The breast pockets are saggy cloth sacks that look ridiculous. Meant to be treated as sacred symbols, intended to remind the wearer of their religious covenants and obligations, they also have the effect of being just about as ugly and anti-sexual as imaginable. I often thought that one of the non-stated purposes of the garment might be to keep Mormon men and women from cheating, after all who could keep a hard-on after taking off someone's dress or pants to find these hideous things lurking beneath. It had been a long time since my wife or I had worn the garments and seeing them now brought back a flood of feelings and anxieties. I know I was gawking at Melinda as if she were a freak, but my mind was warping back to a time and place where the garments represented so many things that I so very much wanted to forget. Many devout Mormons will only take off their garments for sex, bathing, and a few other activities like swimming or sports that require specific attire, so the garments becomes a fixture of the religion, an ever present reminder of the rules and asceticism of the faithful. To me they were a persistent thorn in my side reminding me of all that I was supposedly doing wrong, reinforcing the guilt and shame that I detested about Mormonism. I felt a swell of anxiety rise up in me that I had hoped to have removed from my life forever. Contrast, however, the beauty of Melinda in the symbolic garb of a faith I rejected. I had memories of her gagging on my cock, being taken forcefully by three men while at the same time she now stood innocently in front of my bathroom mirror in costumed orthopraxy after exiting my shower nude and nonchalant. Was I getting upset? Depressed? I struggled to wrap my head around the situation and became paralyzed by the scene. My bold stare had became obtuse enough for Melinda to notice. She turned and looked at me, puzzled, and brought an arm up to cover her already covered breasts in automatic fashion -- modesty habits taking over. "What's wrong?" she finally asked. Her words brought me out of my stupor and I simply shook my head. "Sorry," I offered. "It's been a long time since I have seen garments," I confessed. "Oh," was all she said as if the situation had not be at all unique or unusual for her. "I kind of forget that this is not just what everyone wears," she offered. It was an answer to which I could relate. Back in the days of my own orthodox approach to the Mormon lifestyle the garments felt like the most normal thing in the world, but with regularity anything becomes familiar and standing there looking at Melinda in her ugly Mormon underwear I started to contextualize the emotional reaction I was having now. Melinda was wearing something I no longer found familiar. Moreover, the echo of what they once meant to me, the mental mind fuck of my past religion was manifesting now as something else, something more raw and elemental. Melinda was standing in my bathroom, the situation not unlike I had seen a thousand times before only in her place would have been my wife. When garments were on Katie's body, it meant my wife would not be open to sex, she had put the religion on her body and the mood would change at that instant to something serious, pious, unwelcoming. Melinda stood there now in that same situation and all I could think about was fucking her. As I thought this, Melinda remained silent, staring back, partly covering herself but searching me for words or a reaction. She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as I analyzed the moment in my own head and as my anger about the years of living lost to a religion fueled my cock. Her still damp skin was clinging to the thin fabric, highlighting curves and features of her amazing body yet I resented the garment, hated what it meant, despised the self righteousness it imparted on the wearer. My cock was growing, my emotions boiling, and Melinda was starting to look at me in despair and with a look of embarrassment. I moved towards her slowly but kept my eye contact as I entered her private space. I felt a need and drive that was very unlike anything I had felt before and my cock was raging at the same level as my mind. Naked as I was I assumed Melinda would realize I was at least aroused, even if other less friendly emotions were corrupting the space between my ears. "Garments," I said slowly as I moved my mouth to her ear, "are simply the ugliest fucking pieces of clothing I have ever known." I heard her shocked gasp at my verbal abuse of her garments... but she did not move away. "Garments," I continued, this time only with hot breath directly breathed into her ear, "are a waste of your fine body. Garments," I said the word again with emphasis and a pause, "fucked with my head and with my wife's head for too many years." I stopped there, bit her lip, and closed the last remaining inches between our bodies, pressing her against the bathroom sink. My cock was so hard it ached as it pressed into the side of her body and the mental twist of the moment was adding a completely new psychological element to the event. Pressed against her still but pulling my head back so I could look her in the eyes I stared deeply while placing my hands on her breasts, cupping them roughly through the material that covered them. I used more force than I would normally apply, I let my emotional charge create a reaction very atypical to my normal erotic play while I kept my gaze locked on her beautiful eyes. I hoped she could see the fire I felt, hoped my eyes reflected the way I wanted to take a small amount of revenge on the silly garments that had caused so much torment in my former life. Realizing that this was, in part, revenge, pushed me to the edge. Just as I planted my mouth roughly on her already parted lips, I grabbed the lacey edge of the material that covered her boobs and pulled it apart. Cheaply made as it was, the garment top tore in two but for the last few inches above her waist. Melinda's breasts now hung freely between the torn shards that barely dangled from her shoulders and I used my hands to further torture them. I pinched her nipples and as I did Melinda would jam her tongue in my mouth deeper. I would pull back and grab at her breasts, digging my fingers into the flesh of her tits and her mouth moaned with want back into mine. Melinda's hands remained to her side and gripped the counter, helping hold her up against my pressing assault while I considered tearing the final connected material away. Instead, I pulled her away from the counter and helped her down to the floor with me. I laid back on the thick shag rug and let her body fall on top of mine. I figured I needed to relax just a bit before the emotion of the situation cause me to go too far or create new regrets. Melinda seemed to mold herself against my naked form and we kissed like teenagers, much of the anger and revenge now giving away to the shear titillation of the woman who was on top of me. The kissing was intense but was supplemented quickly as Melinda spread her legs and rubbed herself against my penis. I was in pain, truly, the ache in my cock the result of a night of tremendous sex with Brooke, a surge of sexual need driven by religious skeletons in my closet and the reality of a stunning sex starved housewife grinding herself recklessly against my erection. Ironically, I realized that part of the pain and pleasure of the current situation was the friction of her garments that covered her sex, my cock feeling heat and the spreading wetness of her cunt being ground against my hardness. So hard and fast were her insistent thrusts against my sex that I wondered if she might orgasm right there, on top, garments bottoms intact. I slipped my hand to her ass and under the waist band of the godforsaken underwear she was wearing to find the crack of her tight ass completely soaked by her own juices. She was working herself to a frenzy as I lay passively beneath her and resented that I was no longer in charge, no longer in vengeful aggressive control, so I used my hands on her waist to attempt to move her from me. Melinda writhed as I tried to ply her away, her body wanting to reconnect to the points of friction and pleasure, her mouth involuntarily dripping saliva as her opened and swollen lips tried to find mine again. Her raw sexuality nearly won me over as her body seemed to crave mine and arched and pressed to find the connection I was attempting to break. God she was far too beautiful for me, for anyone, and certainly too beautiful and sexy for ugly religious underwear. I used real strength to push her up, to roll her to the side. Her eyes looks frantic, deliciously hot and disappointed that I had moved her from a spot that she was clearly enjoying. I felt a new level of want and need as I looked at those eyes, looked at the way she begged without words for me to give it back. Regardless, I needed one more thing from her before I could satisfy her. I needed to destroy a memory and take back from an institution I despised and Melinda was the sacrificial lamb. I ungracefully and without much regard for Melinda's comfort turned her to her stomach and then pulled her to all fours. If I caused her any discomfort she did not make it known, and as my hand slammed hard into her crotch from behind she only grunted and pushed back to ensure maximum friction. The material covering her pussy was wet, nearly transparent and clinging to every fold. I placed my cock against her sex and used my hands to find the waistband of the garment bottom. I made sure my grip was tight and I pulled the fabric in opposite direction with each hand. The stitching on the waistband was better than what I had easily shredded on her top, but eventually I felt the threads give and heard the sound of the material starting to fail. With a stronger pull the garments that once covered her ass and sex now split open exposing her completely, dangling around her hips and still intact on the inseam of her legs, but otherwise destroyed. I looked down with satisfaction as I inspected the remains. My intent was to take only a second more to remove the ugly undergarment completely from her body but before I could I caught sight of her pussy lips hanging low between her legs, framed by the perfection of her ass. Her folds were shiny due to the wetness, the inner details of her cunt exposed as her outer lips were partially splayed open, the intoxicating smell of her sex clear and tempting. I wanted to waste no more time on garments, I was taking her. Melinda was writhing still, her arched back gyrating to find my body and some connection. Her head was hanging limp as she tried to blindly find my cock. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, tugged on it lightly at first and then with enough force to pull her head up without causing pain. My cock needed absolutely no guidance to find her center, slickness making entry easy and with her hair in my hand, I sank deeply into her body while pulling her against me. With my left hand on her lower back I pressed her to maintain the arch of her body which maximized the sensation and pressure on my cock as it drove into her core, as my balls smashed between her body and mine. Guilt washed over me as I realized my climax was going to be intense, immediate, and well before Melinda would orgasm. My selfish revenge plot was going to leave her hanging, but the scene was so intense, her body so owned by mine. Torn clothing, wet pussy lips gripping my cock as I slid in and out, her cunt looked like it was melting around my dick as I pulled away from her, begging it to stay. Her ass was jutting high in the air, the cheeks naturally spreading open due to the arch of her back that I maintained by holding onto the chunk of her hair that I had yet to release. Even the dark skin around her asshole looked inviting, inflamed and almost gapping open now as her muscles clenched then released with each deep stab I took at her body. I could not hold back. I pulled her hair harder, tugging back her head to an extreme as I erupted into climax, her hair a wadded mess in my hand and my final spearing of her pussy done deep and without retreat. I held my cock inside her, pressed deeper still, feeling the tissues of her core accept the inevitable, the invasion, I felt the opening of her cervix surrender that space to the extreme depths of my cock and the sensation of my cum splashing against it, flooding her. I shuddered inside her but dared not pull out. I felt drops of sweat fall from my forehead and I watched them splash as they landed on her lower back. My cock was blissfully sore, pained by the exceptional angle of her body which seemed custom made to accept its length, a soreness that was giving way to extreme sensitivity as I finally pulled all the way out and released my breath. Semen immediately gushed from her slit, fell to the floor in impossibly large globs while more remained and coated the length of her swollen pussy lips. I could smell its wonderful pungent aroma as it mixed with the juices still flowing from her and her body still moving in urgent circles to find release. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 07 I knew my cock would be hard for a while, the pain told me the erection was extreme and the eroticism of the moment could hold me rigid for sometime yet so I rolled to my back and helped pull Melinda on top of me. Her eyes were wanton, her need so palpable I could taste it and her body was searing hot as it fell onto me, Melinda literally sliding over me with our combined sweat. I considered eating her pussy, cleaning her of my seed and helping her climax but then remembered the blistering pressure and pain of her earlier grinding, how she seemed so close to orgasm. I ripped the remaining shards of her garment tops from her body and tossed them carelessly to the side, but let the trashed remains of her bottoms stay in place as she smothered me from above. I loved that she looked me in the eyes as if she wanted to kiss me deeply, but then instead let her face fall into my neck as she penetrated herself with my dick. She took a minute or two to pump me from inside, riding me like a toy, before she pulled my cock out and started to grind it with selfish need. My cum, her juices, our sweat -- it was nearly frictionless contact as she started to slide her cunt up and down the length of my cock. Oh how it hurt, how sensitive and sore my member was and how if she could have made it hurt more I would have begged for it. Her eyes were closed tight, I was merely an object to her as she increased the speed of her sliding body, her tits sometimes sliding high enough for me to take a lick at them but never near my mouth long enough to bite or suck. She was desperate and horny and a fucking disaster wearing tattered and torn Mormon underwear. She was so hot, so gorgeous; I hoped she would continue until I was blistered and bleeding. The sounds Melinda made were guttural and throaty. The physical need she was attempting to satisfy was primal and I need not even be there except for the components of my body she needed to please herself. Her body splayed and twisted over mine without regard for modesty, propriety, or any concern of how she appeared to anyone who might have watched. Melinda was a ravenous beauty but I was starting to understand her now. She had such tight control of her life that she was like a tightly wound spring. To watch her let go was nearly always watching her give up control, total control, dangerously even. She did not want faces, names, relationships or even romance. She wanted the fantasy to the extreme and she needed it in a way that let her escape, let her have plausible deniability of both desire and blame for whatever happened. As she lay prostrate across my body with her, eyes shut so tightly she could have been a million miles away, and her mind likely was. I sympathized with her need and with the guilt that likely crept in after the bliss had diluted. I relished that I was part of her fantasy and her release and wished for her more than a compartmentalized place of pleasure, hidden from everyone else. Her body became even more frantic as her climax approached quickly even as I wished it to never end. Melinda groaned words I could not understand into the sweaty mess of my shoulder as her body tensed. She fiercely arched her back holding her head high above mine as if in a yoga pose, maximizing the contact point of her clitoris against the shaft of my cock. She kept just enough motion up and down the shaft as to make it interesting, but the movements were miniscule, perhaps an inch at most up and down, fast, rapid, nearly impossible explain. Her breathing stopped and she pushed harder against my dick, if that was possible. Certain my cock would burst under the pressure I again drank in the opportunity that I had to assist in giving this woman such intense pleasure while I demeaned my former faith, as I put those demons to rest once and for all. I raised my head and took one of her tits in my teeth as she continued to ride the waves of her orgasm, biting harder than I should have but only in response to the moans of approval that came from Melinda until she crash back to earth and back on top of me. We were absolutely covered in sweat, not a dry inch on our bodies and the taste of salty perspiration was clear and delicious as I kissed her neck, licked her ear. She was so completely spent that her weight felt pronounced on me, dead weight as it were, despite her slight and petite frame. Fluid was running off our bodies, including the obvious continued release of cum from Melinda, both hers and mine. My cock was still as hard as it was when we began, but the urgency in my mind had diminished, I felt satiated. Melinda was gorgeous and one of the most expressive sexual women I had ever known. There was a feeling of closure, however, in fucking her this way and in this context and while such satisfaction was emotionally extreme, I realized that this was a unique situation. Never again would this kind of vengeful fucking ever happen again, today a ghost of the past was defeated on the alter of Melinda's delicious body. Melinda finally rolled from my body after a few more minutes and gratefully even my cock began to give up its relentless attempt at the dreaded 'four-hour erection seeking medical attention'. Standing, the torn garment bottoms now hung shamefully from Melinda's legs. She was moving her hands to remove them as the bathroom door opened and Brooke stepped into the room. Maybe Brooke had heard the commotion or perhaps she just didn't surprise easily, but her face registered no shock or dismay as she found me lying on the floor, Melinda messy and shamefully wearing only the abused remains of her silly underwear. "God I hated those things," Brooke said casually as she moved over to where Melinda was standing and proceeded to take the fragments of cloth from her legs. Melinda was insatiable, her appetite knew no bounds. Her eye contact with Brooke indicated she was already at a frantic stage of new arousal and as Brooke's naked body finally grazed against Melinda's, their nipples barely touching in playful teasing and I watched Melinda's face melt into acceptance and need of what Brooke was suggesting. Melinda was still hot, sweaty, and cum soaked as Brooke bent her head and kissed her deeply. I was suddenly a third wheel but willing to watch. Brooke fell to her knees and took a single slow deliberate lick up the length of Melinda's puffy, semen coated pussy before looking over at me, my poor aching cock not able to muster itself for another throw. Finishing her opening attack on Melinda's sex by using her slender fingers to softly stroke Melinda's clit, Brooke's look lingered and over her shoulder she declared, "You're not going to do us any good, Mister. Give us some privacy." With that, Brooke winked at me and turned her head back into Melinda's pussy. Smiling but admittedly disappointed, I grabbed a pair of shorts and exited the bathroom leaving Melinda and Brooke in each other's capable hands. I wandered the house, no sign of Brian anywhere including his car, which I could not see in the drive or on the street. Katie and Craig still slept blissfully unaware on the floor of my front room and thus I found myself alone for coffee and toast, the occasional squeal of delight making it's way from the master bedroom. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 08 (Dear readers: Thank you. So many of you sent private words of encouragement and constructive criticism for the first seven parts of this story. I had to take some time off from thinking about this series, but I am ready to continue. I appreciate your kind words and your patience with some of my editing issues. I have looked for an editor to help and I hope it will make a difference in the quality of the writing. The next two chapters will be a bit different, and I hope you will allow my indulgences without abandoning the series - the topics here are of personal interest and are fulfilling to me as an individual and I hope it will translate, that these will be quality additions to the story.) Editing Help provided by Bert_Fegg. For the things that work in this story, credit goes his way. When it falls apart, I take the blame. ***** Following the night of reckless, wonderful play between the six of us, we entered another few weeks of cool down. I found the natural pause that seemed to follow these intense group sex sessions both refreshing and fascinating. It was not as if I needed a break from sex, or at least not with Katie. We made love passionately as a couple nearly every night after the wild game Katie had invented and our appetites only seemed to increase along the way. It was simply that the novelty of playing with Brian, Brooke, Craig and Melinda was almost too intense; too much as a constant part of our sex life and we needed these organic breaks from our intimate friends. We had not had any contact with Brian and Brooke or Craig and Melinda for well over two weeks when Brian finally called on a fateful Wednesday evening. "Brian, how are you?" "Good, Greg. How have you and Katie been?" "We're great, thanks. Seems like a long time since we last chatted. Hope you don't have any regrets after our last get together." "Oh, of course not. We can't stop talking about it, actually." "Yeah, neither can we." "Hey, Greg - I have some news and for some reason this feels a bit awkward." "Okay," I was not sure what to think. "We are moving out of state," Brian announced. "What?" "Yeah, I have been working on a promotion for a long time now and it finally came through but we have to move to Portland and in two weeks we will be gone." I was taken back by the scope and suddenness of Brian's news. "Damn, Brian, I don't know what to say." "I know what you mean," Brian replied. "This is a great opportunity for us but it almost feels like breaking up with a girlfriend, having to call you like this." I was also feeling a bit of a pang over the realization that our friends for the past few months, our intimate friends that shared both our exit from a life-long faith and our bed were moving away. "Do you need any help with the move," I asked, trying to find words to cover my surprise, but then I just gave into my disappointment, "Fuck, man, we're going to miss you two." "We can't image not having you guys in our lives," Brian replied. "And thanks for asking about helping, but no, we are covered. The company is packing up our stuff and moving us. We just have to get our bodies to Oregon. But, we would like to go out with you two again before we leave town." "I'd really like that, I am sure Katie would too," I knew this news was going to be hard on Katie given the few close friends we had outside of our old church. "Want to get Craig and Melinda together for the night as well," I asked. "If it's ok with you, I think we would like to have another night with just you and Katie," Brian replied. "I mean, we love Craig and Melinda," Brian paused a moment before continuing, "but we feel a certain connection with you guys. Is that ok?" Of course it was fine by me, and even flattering to hear Brian talk of us like that. We made plans to go out on Saturday night and I made reservations at a long time favorite Italian restaurant in the city that Katie and I loved. Brian and Brooke had never been there, we had promised to take them and thus now or never. Katie had been out on a run and she could tell something was up the moment she walked into the house. Sweaty and still winded, I thought about giving her some time to clean up before I broke the news but she insisted on knowing what was wrong. She could always read me like an open book. Katie was even more crushed than I was by the news. We were both sulking around the house for the rest of the night and as we talked and reminisced. Katie was just picking at her food as we shared dinner; going out to eat felt like a lame way to send our friends off. We decided to do something special for our friends on this last night with them, something more extravagant. I called the Grand America Hotel in Salt Lake City and reserved an executive suite, just in case Brooke and Brian were interested in an after dinner party with us. The next few days felt bipolar, with the cloud of our friends move hanging over us while at the same time feeling the energy and excitement of our upcoming Saturday night "date". Knowing they were moving only made Katie and I reflect on how close to them we had become in so many ways, not just sexually. Brian and I were probably even closer than Katie and Brooke. We had golfed together, become business friends, workout friends, and even shared a moment of male intimacy at the cabin not so long ago. We had emailed often and talked for hours about religion and politics and I started to feel a real sense of loss. The day before our night out, Katie and I were palpably excited and we scurried around the house trying to keep busy but neither of us could hide a smile, anxious for the evening to come. We had volunteered to drive and Katie had packed a bag with a few things and stashed it in the trunk before we headed over to get them. We went inside since we were a few minutes early and Brian answered the door, apologizing that Brooke was not quite ready. The three of us talked about the move, the challenge of selling a house on short notice and other things until Brooke appeared from the bedroom, dressed like a goddess. She had on a short black dress with a plunging neckline and heels that made her legs and ass look amazing. She was obviously not wearing a bra and her makeup was dark, her eyes seemed sultry and dramatic, her lips pouty dark red. Leave it to Katie, however, to be the one that whistled at her in appreciation while Brian and I could only stare. Dinner was amazing. We were in the restaurant for nearly three hours as we slowly savored everything including a couple bottles of fantastic Bordeaux. Everything was perfect, which only served to sharpen the contrast of what we would be missing once they moved away. As we finished the last of the wine and the dessert we collectively felt a let down that the night was ending. "Listen, no pressure but we have a room at the Grand America hotel across the street if you didn't want to call it a night just yet," I tried to be as impassive yet warm as possible in my invitation. It was all bu assumed the night would end in a more intimate fashion but to explicitly ask after such a nice dinner made me feel nervous or even apprehensive. Our dinner conversation has been anything but sexual and it was almost as if the other component of our relationship with Brooke and Brian was purposely excluded from the evening. Brooke looked over at Brian and spoke for the two of them, "We would really like that." I felt relief and smiled at Katie who was grabbing my knee under the table, her form of anxious fidgeting. We settled the bill and then made our way outside and across the street. We had not checked in yet, so I took care of getting the keys while the other three went to the hotel bar and ordered room service; a bottle of champagne and another bottle of wine. Finally in the impressive suite we all tried to remain calm as we poured some drinks and took turns in the bathroom but there was simply too much tension to ignore. I leaned into Katie, gave her a long kiss, and then moved over to where Brooke was sitting on the loveseat. "I don't know what we will do without you two," I said and I pulled her into a kiss equal to that which I had just offered Katie. For the first time since we had started exchanging partners the feeling between us was emotional and about more than just having sex. Brooke and I could not pull away from each other, and Brian was likewise now engaged with Katie. Brooke was searching my mouth with something other than lust, her tongue moved slowly around mine and ran across my lips and likewise I savored the feeling of her mouth, so open, hot, and inviting. Nothing was rushed as our mouths melted together and our bodies writhed under searching hands. We eventually pulled away from each other, eyes connecting in needful expression, urgency filled the room. I poured everyone a glass of champagne and then raised our glasses in a toast. "To wonderful friends," I offered. "And wonderful lovers," Brian added. After drinking the bubbly, Brooke sat her glass on the bedside table and leaned into Katie. Her kiss this time was far more aggressive and their tongues danced as Katie moved her hands inside the black dress that Brooke had been teasing us with all night. Her braless tits were visible almost immediately and Katie sucked them into her mouth roughly, biting them while Brooke held Katie's hair in her hands, pressing Katie's mouth into her flesh. There was so much heat in the room. Brian and I both undressed while Katie and Brooke wrestled on the bed, clothing being discarded gradually until both women were left only in panties; Katie in a white satin thong and Brooke in a low cut black lace bikini brief that was riding up her ass. Katie rolled off the bed and pulled Brooke to the edge, bending herself over to start licking at the edges of the black lace underwear. Brian was too excited to watch much longer and moved behind my wife as she teased at Brooke's pussy. He tugged the white thong from between her ass checks and down her slender legs. I expected Brian to jam himself in Katie immediately but instead he ran the head up and down the slit of her cunt and teased her, spread the wetness of her sex across her lips and up the cleft of her ass. It was torturous to sit there and watch my wife tease ever closer to Brooke's core, her tongue now prying at the wet edges of material that barely covered Brooke's pussy, while she also wiggled her ass at Brian, virtually begging him to fuck her. I couldn't just watch any longer, I was so turned on that I crawled up on the bed and straddled Brooke, presenting my cock to her. She took it in her mouth as if she were starving and slurped my dick against the velvet of her tongue. It was so raw, the way she worked to take me deeply, the guttural sounds that emerged from her throat as she tried to swallow my length. I held her head up to assist as I fucked her face and felt slight jolts from her body as she gagged against the intrusions. She pushed me from her mouth, however, as she shook violently and I realized she was already cumming. Her eyes closed and her mouth gaped as she writhed under the mouth and fingers at her crotch. I looked behind me to see my wife, left hand holding the material of Brooke's panties to the side while her mouth sucked fiercely at her clit. At least three fingers from her right hand pushed deeply inside of Brooke as she bucked herself at Katie's mouth and I rolled completely to the side to watch her continued climax. Behind Katie, Brian had still not entered her and only stood with his cock in his hand now as he watched his wife's orgasm build. Near the end of her climax, Brooke was nearly crying in pleasure and while it was hard to see from my vantage point, it looked like Katie's entire hand was in Brooke, fisting her slowly. Brooke's body calmed and Katie withdrew her hand and mouth, Brooke's eyes opening to see my weeping dick pointing straight up near her head. Brooke, always demonstrating that she could never get enough, rolled over and engulfed it again. I thought I had known good head but Brooke was redefining the art of a blowjob. She held me so deeply in her throat, for so long, that I wondered if she could breathe at all. Over her shoulder I could see that Brian had given up his teasing and was now pounding Katie hard enough that she had to brace herself against the wall. I felt saliva rolling down my balls, pooling around the base of my dick, and Brooke sucking me in deeper still. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on holding off my climax for a few more minutes, trying to delay what Brooke seemed to be begging for. I opened my eyes again when I felt the bed shift; Brian was now on the bed right next to me and receiving a blowjob from Katie that equaled what I was getting from Brooke. We smiled at each other and then looked back down at the bobbing heads of hair below. When Brooke lifted herself from me, spit bubbled from her mouth and her lips looked swollen, my cock was a mess of saliva and pre-cum but Katie lifted herself from Brian at the same moment and presented a similar scene, a string of spit trailing from Brian's cock head to Katie's bottom lip. I nearly lost my wad, however, when the two women turned to each other and smashed their mouths together. The kiss was just the start for those two and before long they had maneuvered themselves from between my and Brian's legs, their bodies now tangling at the end of the bed. It was almost as if they had forgotten us boys, probably a good break in the action given how close I was to cumming. I watched the two gorgeous women explore each other when suddenly I watched Brian's hand close around the girth of my cock. I could only turn my head to look at him lying right at my side as I felt the spit covered length of my dick under the pressure of his firm grip. Readers do not judge me but you must understand. When I walk in a crowded mall, I turn my head to watch an attractive woman walk by. When I punch up porn on the weekend I want to see a perfect pussy in moist pink glory. When I dream at night it is of Nicole at work, or any other randomly sexy woman that I am defiling. I do not fantasize of men. I do not see them in public places and wish to be with them. I do not crave the sight of the male actor in adult films. I love women, I love pussy, and I love everything about the soft curves and wet folds, long hair and erect nipples. Despite all that, at this very moment I wanted nothing more than to make love to Brian. If there was any doubt of Brian's opinion in the matter it was erased a millisecond later as he leaned into me and kissed me deeply. Suddenly, for just that moment, the hardness of his body and the aggressiveness of his kiss was the most erotic thing in the world. To feel his hand around my prick was a sensation of force and strength that I could not deny. As he rolled on top of me, I could only clench at his back with my fingers and beg him closer, feel the roughness of his tongue against mine and pray to god that what I felt was mutual. Brian and I kissed and I dared not open my eyes, I didn't want to know if the ladies were watching but judging by the noises I heard them making I did not think they even knew we were still in the room. Brian pulled away abruptly to find my nipples with his mouth and showed remarkable gentleness in licking and kissing them, sucking them one at a time with his hand still around my cock. I wanted him to bite them, show me his maleness with a rougher touch but before I could ask he moved down my body further. "Oh god," was the last thing I heard Brian utter before he took me into his mouth. I had always theorized that women must be masters at eating pussy since they would have more insight into what felt good, what worked, how a woman was put together. I never applied the same logic in reverse to men sucking cock until this very moment as I felt Brian do exactly what I would want done. He sucked hard, he took me deep, and he licked at my balls and expressed need for my manhood with his moans and enthusiasm. Several times I felt like I might cum and instinctively he would withdraw his mouth and calm me down. He licked at the sides of my balls, along that crease where leg meets center and I found myself pushing myself upwards to increase the pressure of his tongue there. He found my taint and I gasped. He tested lower still and until his tongue touched my asshole. "Fuck yes," I nearly shouted and he teased me for a few seconds more before taking me back deep into his hot masculine mouth. I knew I was close. "Brian I am going to cum," I warned him. It is one thing to play like this but I didn't know if he was willing to go all the way. His intensity increased, however, and I fucked his mouth as the swelling in my balls gave way, cum shooting up my cock and into his mouth. Brian did not swallow, he let the cum fall from his lips and it soaked my dick again, so much cum and saliva that the sheets below my ass were soaked. Brian licked at my cock, spit it out again, and it was then that I noticed the girls watching in fascination. Brooke looked nearly drunk at the sight and Katie was smiling knowing that the night in the cabin had ignited something in me, something that was now finding resolution. I no longer cared what they thought, I only knew that this was an opportunity and Brian was open minded enough to share this experience with me. All four of us close enough to realize we were making love and no longer did I feel ashamed to accept what was happening nor would I deny the emotional eroticism being expressed. Katie and Brooke started kissing again as if to give Brian and I privacy. I pulled Brian up to me and we kissed again, I could taste myself on his mouth and he was of course intense and needful, pressing his cock against mine, his climax still pending. I wanted to suck him, to taste him and return the favor but as we made out, his body on top of mine and his raging hard on sliding against my wet, cum and spit soaked crotch, I felt him slide just low enough to press his cock head just below my balls. It slid around my taint and suddenly I felt a new need and desire. I bent my legs as Brian tested himself against my taint, this rotated my hips just slightly higher and the effect was as intended, the huge swollen head of his cock now pressed against my asshole. I nearly shuddered at the sensation, I needed to feel more. I raised my legs higher, bringing my knees to my chest and making my intentions and allowances very clear to Brian. "Are you sure," Brian asked as he held his cock against my tight ring. "Very." My entire crotch was soaking wet, additional lubrication was not required as I felt the first real pressure near my back door. Katie and I had played anally several times but at most she had placed two fingers in my ass while blowing me. It was always intense beyond my ability to explain and I came painfully hard with her fingers in me that way. Katie had proposed wearing a strap on although we never quite got around to fulfilling that fantasy and thus tonight yet another new frontier was about to be explored. Brian was pressing against me but I had not felt him break the seal yet already I could feel some pain at his proposed intrusion. I wanted this, but I feared it too. I took a deep breath and tried to relax and as I exhaled the air in my lungs I felt Brian's head pop inside me. I expected pain, but instead I felt an intense burning and a fullness that was overwhelming. It was not necessarily comfortable and Brian carefully eased himself into me, watching for signs from me in case it was too much. I moaned in acceptance and he pressed in further. The deeper he pressed the more I accommodated him and the more I relaxed, the deeper he pushed. The feeling was no longer acute, the general sensation of being filled by him was as emotional as it was sexual and Brian bent down to kiss me once fully inside of my ass. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 08 "Please fuck me, " I begged him, and he wasted no more time. He strokes were careful and measured at first, but as I became use to the rhythm Brian began taking my ass roughly. I could feel the strength in his hands as they held my legs, the force of his hips that drove his shaft into me and I watched his body riding mine, his lean muscles and slightly hairy chest a mental contrast to the way I felt as he made love to me. When Brian started to cum he did so without warning, slamming himself into me and holding himself deep in me, his balls smashed against my ass. I vaguely felt the pulsing of his cock while he pumped his seed in me and I felt strangely proud to receive it. He fell on my chest as he withdrew from my ass; we kissed again for a few seconds before he fell fatigued at my side. The spell of our time together now expired, the girls were back in focus. Katie and Brooke were in a luscious sixty-nine; Katie on top and grinding herself into Brooke's face while Brooke did her best to return the fisting favor she had received before. It was a tough position for Brooke, however, and her four fingers were only doing superficial work in Katie's cunt and Katie was looking desperate. As the only one in the room to have not yet climaxed I could see the urgency on Katie's face and the slight frustration that this was not quiet hitting her spot. Katie finally rolled off Brooke without warning and laid on her back with her legs spread wide. She looked at Brooke without a smile, her face was far more concentrated as she said practically begged, "Please make me cum." Brooke did not hesitate as she crawled between Katie's legs while Katie fingered herself in anticipation. "Spank it," Katie said, although I could not tell if it was a question or a demand. Brooke looked a little confused, however, as was I. Katie had never made a request like this and I was not sure I had even heard her correctly. To answer us all, Katie raised the hand that was diddling her folds and slapped herself gently but with enough force to create a wet smacking sound between her legs. Brooke reacted quickly and did the same using her own hand. Katie hissed at her in response and so Brooke smacked her a second time, this one a bit harder. "Yes!" Katie didn't need to say more, and Brooke hit her swollen cunt three more times in rapid succession, each time harder than the last until on the fourth smack she let her hand stay in place over Katie's sex, massaging away the sting of the slap she had just applied. Katie writhed against Brooke's hand, arching her back for more touch. Brooke raised her hand and smacked Katie one more time and Katie yelped but did not move away. Brooke repeated the spanking again twice more with the sound of skin now more laced with slickness; Katie was wetter than ever. A final smack landed on Katie's mound but Brooke's hand stayed in place, her fingers pressing deep into Katie's sex and tracing downward until they pressed against Katie's entrance. With only a slight push inward from Brooke, Katie knew what was coming. "Oh god please yes," she breathed out and Brooke pressed into Katie's body. Her hand slid into Katie with little effort, stopping only long enough for Brooke to tuck her thumb into her palm after which her hand disappeared. Katie came at once, but Brooke applied herself nonetheless and sloshed her fist in and out of Katie while she squirmed and screamed in orgasmic pleasure. It was one of the most explosive sexual acts I had ever witnessed or experienced, and given the events of the evening that was saying something. We lazed around the suite for a while, recovering, before we all found our way into the very large shower and as we soaped ourselves and cleaned up, we teased and flirted as well. It was nearly two in the morning but with the recovery time and shower we were all rejuvenated. None of us had put any clothing back on and as we sat around shooting the breeze, a game began to develop. At first, it was the innocent confession of a naughty dream or an office crush, Katie unashamedly admitting my infatuation with Nicole from my office for me. The turns were informal, we blurted out a thought or two and soon both Brian and I were hard again. I was also feeling desperation again at the thought of our friends leaving soon so I proposed something both sophomoric and daring. "How about we each take a turn and admit something from the most dark place in our souls. Confess something so naughty and wrong that it will shock the others in the room," I said. "Something sexual," Brooke asked. "Of course!" Brian answered for me. There was a little bit of a pause, but Brooke called my bluff. "Ok, but you have to go first, Greg." "Ok, fine, but just make sure everyone knows that this is a fantasy, a desire, and not all fantasies need to come true." I looked around at the others and they nodded in tacit agreement. "No judgment," I added. With everyone still nodding in agreement, the pressure was on. Katie, sensing a bit of the pressure I felt, decided humor might appropriate. "Lemme guess, you want to be ass fucked by another guy." She paused long enough to catch my eye before adding, "Oh, wait, too late!" Everyone laughed and while I should have felt some oddness at the events of the night being so bluntly thrown in my face, I felt no shame at all. However, her humorous attempt did lighten the mood and so I made my confession. "I would like Katie to fuck a complete stranger and then come home and make me eat his cum from her snatch." "Wow, good start Greg," Brooke said in reply. "I think we already knew you had a thing for creampies. Still, that was a good start." Katie was giving me 'a look' after my confession. "What?" I asked her. "Just some stranger? Any guy? You want me to let some random guy cum in me so you can lick me clean?" She said this in such an accusing tone I was convinced I had offended her. "Well, yeah," I answered, "but remember this is just a fantasy." Katie's scornful look changed to a smile, however, after a few seconds of letting me sweat. "Ok, but just remember it was YOU that gave ME permission to fuck a stranger," Katie taunted. "Who is next," she asked? "Might as well be you honey," Brian said looking at his wife. Brooke looked at him in with a mocking frown but agreed to go next. She sat for a few seconds looking contemplative before making her confession. "I want to be a high class hooker for a night, let a guy with lots of money pay me to do whatever he wants to me." Brooke was smiling devilishly as she said this. "Anything," Brian asked her once she finished? "Anything," Brooke said definitively. "For enough money, everything is on the table." Brian raised his eyebrows at this confession, but didn't press further nor did he have time to since Brooke immediately passed the baton his way. "Your turn, Brian." Brian didn't hesitate, didn't think twice. "Kimmie," was the single word he said and it was enough to make Brooke nearly give herself whiplash as she turned to look at him. In fact, we all looked at Brian with surprise, we all knew Kimmie. Kimmie lived across the street from Brian and Brooke and was eighteen years old. Kimmie was the daughter of their neighbors, a girl from a nice Mormon home and a good student as well with honors at graduation and a scholarship to Stanford if she could break away from her parents expectations of their daughter attending BYU. In addition, she was a Lolita, a tall, curvy, blue-eyed heart breaker with gorgeous long hair and enough innocence drive a man wild. Kimmie had also worked for Brian and Brooke for most of her high school career taking care of their house, cleaning, and even doing yard work from time to time since Brian and Brooke both worked exhaustively long hours. Kimmie had wandered in and out of the house many times when I had been over at their place She was given free rein of the place and I can attest that she did great work. Brian and Brooke's home was always impeccably clean. I have to admit to my own wandering eyes and thoughts when I happened to be around Kimmie, no red-blooded man could deny her appeal. Kimmie, however, was a barely-legal teen, despite the sexuality that poured from her very soul, she was young, and Brooke was going to make that even more obvious. "She is eighteen you perv," Brooke smacked Brian playfully but she spoke an obvious truth. "I know, I know," Brian pleaded, "I wouldn't think of it except how can you not think of it?" He sounded half serious and half sarcastic. "Besides, I have seen her naked." With this, he hung his head and waited for the inevitable. "What?" All three of us asked him this question in shocked unison. "No, not like that," Brian paused and then sighed, realizing the cat was out of the bag and a full explanation was required. "She left her phone in our home one night. You were still at work, Brooke, and I wouldn't have even noticed it except I heard it vibrating on the counter while I was going thru the mail. I actually thought it was your phone, it was just another black smartphone at first glance so I picked it up to see what text or phone call you had just missed. There was no passcode, and I clicked to read the text message and it simply said, 'So can I have another BJ tonight?'" Brian stopped for a bit to take a sip of wine before continuing. "I still thought the phone was yours, babe, so I scrolled up the chat window wondering who was asking you for a blowjob when I came on her picture, naked in front of a mirror, your typical teen selfie." "No fucking way," I said. I really wanted to see that picture and I was jealous of Brian's good fortune. "At that point I put the phone down, realizing what was happening. Sexting is not a good idea but I am sure her boyfriend didn't mind. It was only a few minutes later when Kimmie knocked at the door, looking anxious I might add, asking if she had left her phone on the counter. I had put it back exactly where I found it and I pray to god she didn't realize that I saw her texts and picture." "Holy shit," Brooke said, "Guess the little sweetheart is not as innocent as she seems." "Right," Brian added, "so you will have to forgive me if my fantasy is a bit close to the edge, but DAMN!" "Uh, I'll give you a pass man." It was the only thing I could say realizing if in his shoes I would have done the same thing. "Well, I guess I will let that one slide too," Brooke concluded the round and then nodded in Katie's direction. "Your turn." Katie took a while and looked as if she were searching for something, anything to bring to the game. She confirmed as much when she finally spoke up to take her turn. "Oddly, so many of my life time fantasies have actually happened in the past few months so I am reaching here. However, I have always felt a rush when I thought about being able to blackmail someone into sex. I always imagined having some tawdry dirty secret about someone that I could use to make them do as I please - power over someone otherwise powerful in my life, like a college professor." We kicked around Katie's fantasy for a few minutes in lighthearted discussion, along with the other fantasies confessed and as expected, we were ready for more. Katie had packed a few items in her bag and as hands started touching and caressing, she decided it was time to dive into her goodies. A few minutes later we had Brooke tied to the bed, her arms and legs splayed out from her body and attached to the four corners of the fancy bed in the suite. "Let this be our final parting gift to you, Brooke, before you head off to the great northwest," Katie said as she pulled a blindfold from her bag and secured it over Brooke's eyes. Katie tossed me a bottle of baby oil and I started applying it liberally to Brooke's body, only stopping for a second to worry about what the hotel might charge me for ruining the fancy comforter on the bed that was soaking up the generous amounts of excessive oil dripping down Brooke's body. I went way overboard using my hands to make sure nothing on her glorious body went untouched, unoiled, with excessive attention spent on breasts and cunt. Brooke was now glistening slickness from her neck to her feet. Katie had ordered a vibrator/dildo variety pack from an online store years ago that contained a dozen or so toys of various sizes and features. We had made good use of the toys over time, but one of the novelty items in the pack was a huge black jelly dildo that I had assumed to be a gag. It was well over a foot long, had an enormous molded scrotum at one end while the rubber cock itself was at least two and a half inches thick, if not closer to three inches. The entire monstrosity was replete with molded veins and other features that almost looked grotesque in their accurate, if oversized, presentation. "God, honey, you can't use that! It will never fit," I said as Katie approached Brooke's spread and oiled legs. Brooke lifted her head instinctively at my comment, obviously concerned about what was on deck but before she could speak, Katie commented while at the same time starting her offensive. "Oh, it will fit. Trust me," was all she said, her confident tone inferring first hand experience. I made a mental note to ask about this later but watched with fascination as she began pushing the titanic fake cock into Brooke. Katie went slow, twisting the instrument carefully and making sure it was as lubricated as the hole into which it was being forced. Brooke did not immediately react to the intrusion until the full girth of the object became obvious to her. She made soft moaning noises at first as the tapered head worked into her pussy, but as it stretched her further the moans turned to involuntary grunts and protests. "Oh," was the first sign it was testing her abilities, she let the single word escape as more of a question than a reaction. "Wait... uh... oh god," followed, but she never said 'stop'. Soon the maximal width was realized and Brooke's tone became a resigned moaning. However, the girth of the beast was just the beginning. As Katie worked the dildo in and out, she added an inch of length every few thrusts until more than half of the beast was sliding into Brooke. "Fuck, how big is that thing," Brooke finally asked between gasps. Katie answered by giving her another inch and Brooke yelled at her, "Fuck!" Katie smiled and pulled it back out and then slid it back in again with yet more of the beast inside of Brooke with little more left before the fake balls would halt further penetration. Brooke was at her limit. "Fuck! Fuck! Enough," she gasped and Katie pushed no further, but left the hulking rubber cock in Brooke while she bent up and over her body to kiss her fully on the mouth. "Ok, I'll let you rest for a bit," Katie said as she crawled back down Brooke's body and pulled the dildo slowly from Brooke. It was painfully erotic to watch it emerge from within her, Brooke's tissues and folds clinging to it as it retreated from her depths. Even slick with oil, the folds of her pussy were stretched around the black toy and peeled away from it almost begrudgingly. Gaping open post-dildo, Brooke's pussy was red, swollen, and still oily slick. Katie seemed to be feeling power-drunk in the situation, with the other female in the room restrained and submissive and two men looking at her with wanton need. The psychology of sex is fascinating, and Katie was naturally attuned to it, knowing how to tease and excite in almost any situation. Her game continued as she commanded, "Brian, make me cum now," and with that she pushed him to the floor and sat on his face forcefully. It took her only a few minutes to climax and during that time I don't know how Brian managed a full breath of air. Katie used her knees to keep Brian's hands from her body, pinning his arms to the floor and thus he became simply an instrument for her to use. He poked his tongue out recklessly trying to assist, but it was clear Katie was getting more friction from simply grinding herself into his chin, mouth, and nose until she clenched at her own breasts as her body exploded on his face. She was on fire. "Go fuck your wife," was her next demand of Brian as she sprang up from his face and walked towards me. Her body was in glorious form as she approached, wet but I could not tell if from rubbing up next to Brooke's oily skin or from her own perspiration. I was utterly turned on by her control of the moment. "Your turn," she said simply as she placed her hand on my chest and nudged me onto my back. Katie slithered up my body from between my legs and stopped for a moment to lie on top of me, kissing me with slobbery lips while grinding herself into me. I wiggled under her, managing to get my cock at the entrance of her pussy and once she sensed my position, she slid backwards and impaled herself on me. I was content to thrust upwards into her body despite not having a lot of room to work with underneath her, and for a moment I thought this might be the way Katie would finish us both but she abruptly pulled herself off my dick and slid up to my face. "Make me cum again," were her last words before settling her knees on either side of my head. The last thing I saw before her cunt met my face was Brian frantically pumping at his restrained wife, fucking her as hard and fast as imaginable. I don't know how, since she had spent herself already on Brian's mouth, but Katie built herself to an orgasm quickly. She didn't give any thought to my comfort or enjoyment; I was simply a tool. Like she had with Brian, she rocked her cunt over my entire face and did so at a furious pace. I ended up trying to suck more than lick her since my tongue left like it was in the way. However, as she slid higher and higher I snaked my tongue out just enough to let her feel it against the sensitive zone of skin between her pussy and asshole and when she realized what I was doing she accelerated towards her orgasm. She settled herself with her ass directly over my mouth and I rimmed her intensely as her hand crashed to her sex, rubbing her clit quickly while she came. Sweat dripped from her sticky wet skin. She looked and tasted like a goddess, her hair a tangled mess twisted in her face and stuck to her sweaty cheeks and moist lips. She looked ravaged and beautiful. Katie merely rolled herself off my body and she propped herself up against a chair as she looked over at Brian. He had just started his own climax and was holding himself deep inside of Brooke as his body shook and his cock filled her with semen. "Go give her your cum too," Katie said, looking in my direction. She was trying to maintain her commanding tone but exhaustion was becoming obvious. I stood up and approached Brian who had not yet withdrawn from Brooke. Once I was at his side he pulled out and his cum immediately appeared at her opening, oozing slowly from her core. I immediately filled Brooke with my dick, relishing the wet and hot sting of everything contributing to her lubrication. Despite the massive black dildo that had invaded her a few moments earlier, not to mention the pounding she had taken from Brian, she still felt tight as her muscles clenched around my cock. Katie now joined us with the final toy of the night, a powerful cordless vibrator that she moved over Brooke's breasts at first, then finally settling it on top of Brooke's erect clit that was poking up between her folds. As I thrust in and out of Brooke I could feel the intense vibrating sensation that was shaking Brooke's entire pelvis, and as I went deep my pubic hair nudged up against the device and sent waves of pleasure through my own body. As Brooke started to gyrate under the vibrator, it was more than I could take. Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 08 Brooke burst into a series of load moans, hisses, and "oh god's" and I let loose the contents of my balls and felt an almost painful amount of cum rush through my body, splashing into hers. I was not certain I had ever had a climax that was so blissfully hot and urgent. I cried out at the first blast that seemed to rip out of the end of my cock and then held my breath until I thought I might black out from lack of oxygen. Brooke was now laying still except for the rise and fall of her heavy breathing and I swear to god I considered for a moment simply never pulling myself out of her. The combined soup of semen, Brooke's own juices, sweat, and baby oil had started to pool beneath Brooke's ass and it looked like the silk ropes around her ankles and hands might be starting to chafe. I withdrew my still rock hard cock from her and admired her perfect pussy for one last time as a flood of gooey semen ran from her body. Brian was laying at her side now, Katie on the other side of her starting to undo the bindings around her wrists and I was lost, transfixed at the scene. How would we ever replace this, replace them? We would fall asleep, wake up late and share breakfast and after that, what would happen after that? Would we seem them occasionally, or never again? Would we find other couples to replace them? Truly, this felt like breaking up with a lover, only worse since we were breaking up with two of them. Ex Mormons Swing I had no idea what to say. I was paralyzed in shock and thought Katie must be too. Neither of us spoke a word for several seconds and I was just getting ready to speak up, to tell them we would opt out since I thought Katie would be more comfortable with that, when Katie's voice with just a slight quiver broke the silence. "It's fine. Go ahead." And that was it. Brian leaned back down and started kissing Brooke while Katie and I lay still. My mind was reeling from the combined shock of our new friends making love inches away from us, and my own dear wife apparently being cool with it. And my cock throbbed from the pain of being so hard. But that was not all, it was in pain from the pressure of Katie's leg pressed against it, urgently pressing down. She was not backing down and not being passive, and so I put another toe in the water. I pulled her on top of me and let her grind very slowly against my shaft. I pressed back with more and more pressure until she spread her legs over me and our lips finally met. The heat of her mouth against mine was unprecedented, and the insistence of her tongue into my mouth told me we were entering new territory. Her leggings were clearly soaked through and suddenly it became very clear that a number of boundaries were going to be crossed tonight. In the shadow of Mormon theology, few sins reach the level of seriousness as sexual sin. From an early age Mormons shun immodest dress, masturbation, pornography, serious dating, pre-marital sex and even after marriage sex is framed in the most unhealthy, sacred ways you can imagine. And while the four of us in the room that night had moved beyond the nonsense and mythology of such fucked up thinking, the programming is hard to undo in the head of a life long believer. However, that programming also creates a sense of taboo and excitement when those verboten areas of sexuality are experienced. Tonight, four ex-Mormon adults were electrified by the moment of true sexual freedom and expression. Light a match in that room and the flames would be seen for miles. It was dark enough to provide sufficient cover and aside from silhouettes and sounds, we were guessing as to what our friends were doing as much as anything. We realized when he moved off her and we assumed he had removed her panties, but made acutely aware of this when they "accidently" landed near my shoulder and I picked them up not knowing exactly what they were. Wet, actually, is what they were and I rubbed my fingers on the saturated fabric and brought it to my nose. It was a new, thrilling scent of a woman. My head was spinning, could Katie see me smelling the panties of another woman? Would she care? Her grinding has quickened and I reached behind her to start playing at the waistband of her leggings. She got the hint and raised enough for me to move them, panties included, down her legs. Using the alternate leg technique they were soon off and in my hands. Should I throw them back at Briand and Brooke, I wondered? Instead I dropped them to the side of the bed and took the opportunity to trade placed with Katie. On top I now moved slowly down her body until I was between her legs and I started drinking, very literally, the excess of her excitement. Her first orgasm was subtle and very fast and except for the catch in her breathing, I might not have known she had even climaxed. I considered staying down there longer, but I was selfishly unable to glance over at Brooke and Brian from this position and my curiosities were driving me mad. I wanted to watch them fuck, and I desperately wanted to see Brooke's tone body even if in the cover of darkness. So I made my way back up Katie's body and buried myself in her with a single, well-aimed advance. As I sunk myself deeply into the blissful warmth of my wife, she arched her back and without reserve moaned in welcome acceptance of my dick. Lest there be any doubt now, two couples were fucking hard. My glance back at Brooke revealed her on her hands and knees and Brian thrusting at her with long slow strokes from behind. I could see her very well shaped tits hanging from her slim body, looking larger in their darkened form, swaying in response to Brian's weight pushing and retrieving from her body. I could not see, but imagined her eyes closed as she took his length and pushed back against his advances. And then I was busted. I was staring too long and too hard at Brian and Brooke and I had even forgotten my own task at hand. Katie and I were simply lying there, still, watching, and I guess Katie was as guilty as I in our voyeuristic pleasures. But Katie looked up first and smiled at me when she finally caught my eye. I should feel guilty, but instead I felt lustful need and I began fucking her again... hard! The bed was rocking at this point; two couples were in synch as they loved each other, by each other. Brooke finally climaxed as Brian took her from behind. She had collapsed her head and shoulders to the bed and used her left hand to steady her position while her right hand worked feverously at her clit. I could even hear the sounds of her wetness sloshing between fingers and Brian's cock until her voice moaned out loudly to announce her climax. Those noises, however, the sound of body fluids that Katie and I both obsessed over, took me yet another step higher in wanton lust. Brian followed quickly after Brooke, making noise not unlike that of someone crying as he completely leveled Brooke and pushed her to the bed while he climaxed. Perhaps it was a rising moon or eyes adjusting to the darkness, but it was easier to see now and as Brooke fell forward Brian's climaxing cock shot cum onto her buttocks, with near perfect aim splitting her ass crack. His spurts continued as he sprayed 5 or 6 shots of thick cum, even visible in our light depleted bedroom, onto her beautiful ass. He then collapsed to her side, one leg draped over her leg. Both looked spent. Again I had paused in what I was doing with Katie as Brooke and Brian gave us a show, but now looked up to see my wife and Brooke holding hands. Brooke's left hand was caressing and playing with the fingers of my wife's hand that looked at me expectantly. I don't know if she thought I might be upset, but I quickly started thrusting at her again, hopefully reassuring her I as ok with her simply flirtations. Through all the motion and commotion, Brooke was now laying only inches from us and I could even smell the combined sex in the air from their climaxes. With my mind intoxicated from it all, and my wife flirting with another woman, I gave into the thing most on my mind and reached my hand out to caress Brooke's ass. I was slow at first, but Brooke immediately let me know that I was ok in my advances by scooting closer. Now her body was pressed lightly against mine, and Katie's, and her legs where spread enough that I could easily reach her pussy. Brian was now more aware than a few minutes earlier when his orgasm had nearly pushed him into coma. He was now resting on a raised elbow and watching as I played with his semen on Brookes bum. I traced it lightly with my fingers, I pressed it into the crack of her ass and then fingered her pussy with my cum soaked fingers, dipping in only a bit but enough to feel intense heat and to appreciate the completely soaked sex. After a few minutes of this I brought my fingers, sticky and wet and stringing the thick juices behind them, to my mouth. Before I could lick my own fingers, however, Katie raised her head to join me and we shared the delicious tastes of Brooke and Brian from my fingers, licking and sucking and then kissing each other to deepen the connection. As we did this, Katie pushed her hand between us and fingered her own clit while I gained speed with my thrusting. Our climax came almost at once, and together, as we completely forgot about Brian and Brooke and smashed our bodies into one, feeling myself unload into her over and over and over. I might have actually passed out or fallen asleep following our orgasms, but it didn't last long. The room was even more lit now as the evidence of a moon in the window took away the cover and privacy of darkness, and Katie and I turned to see Brooke and Brian staring at us. Brian looked confused, or at least in shock but Brooke had another look on her face, something in her eyes that felt carnal, almost animalistic. I suddenly found myself both afraid and anxious to see what would happen next.