3 comments/ 31015 views/ 16 favorites Steve & Sally By: MontgomeryBoater I've been writing stories about Steve & Sally for a couple of years now, but never shared anything. They're a happily married couple in their forties; they have ordinary jobs, children, and everything about them seems vanilla. But they also like lingerie, videos, toys, and they have recently discovered swinging. In this short story a recently divorced friend is seduced into becoming a new playmate. As you can imagine, this is only the beginning. ----- Ever since we got married Sally & I took birthdays off work. We would have a pub lunch, too much to drink, and spend the afternoon in bed with lingerie, videos and toys. Today was my birthday and the kids had been sent to school an hour ago. We were just waiting for the pub to open when Alison, one of Sally's friends, arrived with a large bunch of flowers. I've always liked Alison. She is a laugh and easy to look at, but for the last couple of years she had been going through some difficult times. Her husband, Ian, had become quite bitter and impatient, and then eventually left her telling everyone that she was impossible to live with. As far as I was concerned, he was the arsehole and she had done nothing wrong, but that didn't help. She was looking a lot better now, though, and Sally said so. "What are the flowers for?" Sally asked her. "To say thank you," Alison answered. "I don't know how I would have managed the last couple of years without you two." "Oh, there's no need for that," my wife said to her. "I'm just glad to see you looking happier now. How did your date go?" "Date?" I asked. "What did I miss?" "Alison had a date. She registered on a dating site and met someone on Saturday night." Sally turned to her friend. "He did it go?" "Disappointing, really. He was a bit of a creep." Sally frowned at her sympathetically. "No action, then? That's a shame." Alison laughed. "No, none of that, I'm afraid. God knows I need it, but all the decent men are taken. I'm not being picky, mind. I don't think I'll be lucky enough to find someone as nice as Steve, but at the very least I want to meet someone who doesn't make my skin crawl." Sally winked at me. "Borrow Steve, then." Alison laughed again. "Oh, I'd love to! If only," she laughed. Sally looked at me. "I'm up for it," I said. Alison stopped laughing. "You're serious!" she said to me. She looked at Sally. "You wouldn't be the first," Sally said. "You are serious!" she shouted. "Steve's had a lover? And you don't mind?" "Yes," I said. "And more than one." "And you're happy with this?" Alison asked Sally. "Of course," said Sally. "When he's having sex with another woman, I'm screwing her husband. We're swingers." It was the look on Alison's face that told me she was interested - she was shocked and delighted at the same time. The noise she made was half laugh, half shout. This is why I loved Sally so much: she knew she could reveal this to Alison and how it would end. I could feel my cock getting harder. "Swingers? You meet other couples for sex? Tell me more!" Jackpot! Sally definitely deserved a reward for this! "What's to tell? We meet other couples, have a drink, get to know them, and if we all like each other we have sex." "That's amazing!" Alison was wide eyed, her mouth wide open - but, crucially, she was smiling. "How do you meet them?" "On the internet," I said. "There are a few websites. Couples post profiles of themselves, what they like, maybe a photo, and if you like the look of them you get in touch. After that, it's all about chemistry." "And do you have a profile? With a photo?" Alison was definitely interested. "Oh yes," said Sally. "Our faces aren't on it, but it is a very revealing picture." "Bloody hell!" She said. "You mean nude?" Sally nodded. "And do you meet really kinky people?" "No," I said. "People are very honest about what they like and don't like, and respect each other's wishes. We aren't interested in the really kinky stuff, and we're a bit vanilla for swingers who are looking for that sort of thing." "Neither of us do anal or S&M," said Sally. "Steve isn't bisexual, but if I'm with the right woman and in the right mood I can be a bit bi. But that only ever happens when I'm a bit drunk and the woman is really really fit." "Vanilla?" "Plain," I said. "I wouldn't call wife swapping 'plain,' Steve." "For you, it probably isn't," said Sally. "But for us it is exciting. Our sex lives are so much better. I get incredible orgasms now, when we're swinging and at home with Steve." "How do you feel watching Steve have sex with another woman?" "Aroused, mainly. It is a huge turn-on. And I know he feels the same about me fucking other men." Alison's eyes widened and a huge smile grew across her face when Sally said the word fucking. "I've watched him masturbate while I've been with a group of men. He can't deny that he gets off on it." "So you're serious, then? You really wouldn't mind if I had sex with him." "Of course not. And if it's OK with you, I'd love to be there with you." Alison looked really shocked at this point. "I wouldn't do anything you were uncomfortable with, don't worry about that." "Neither would I," I said. "Swinging is just about having fun. If it isn't fun, don't do it. Do you think it would be fun if we had sex?" "God yes," she said, "But I don't know if I could." Sally stood up. "Let's start off easy, then," she said. "Come here, Steve." I walked across the kitchen to my wife, and she started to unbutton my shirt. "Bloody hell," said Alison. "You are serious!" "No commitments, Alison. Just come and have a play with Steve. I know he'll enjoy it." "It is my birthday," I said as I pushed my shirt off and Sally unfastened my trousers. She pushed them down and my erection sprang out. Alison's eyes were glued to it. "Come closer," Sally told me, pushing me towards where Alison was sitting. Sally took my cock in her hand and started wanking it. "Have a good feel, Alison." Alison reached out slowly and took my cock in her hand while Sally moved hers round to my balls. I moaned in pleasure while the two women stroked and massaged me, and I reached down into the front of Sally's trousers to finger her. She had prepared for my birthday treat: she was shaved and wearing no panties. For a few seconds the three of us enjoyed ourselves before Sally spoke again. "Have you ever fantasised about Steve while you masturbate?" she asked. Alison blushed, and Sally took that as a yes. "So now it's real. Let him go down on you - he's good at that. And then let him fuck you. It'll be good for both of you." I think that this would have been a bit too much for Alison if she didn't already have my hard cock in her hand. "Don't feel guilty about this," I said. "Sally doesn't mind. And if you want me to stop, just say no. I won't mind, and you won't be leading me on. I'm sure that Sally will still give me my birthday treat." We both saw Alison visibly relax in her seat. "Try this," said Sally. "He loves it." She bent down and took the end of my cock in her mouth to suck it for a few moments. When she stopped, Alison nervously took my head into her mouth and sucked it very gently, much more gently than I was used to, but the novelty of seducing our old friend more than made up for it. This was one of the most exciting blowjobs I'd had for years. After a couple of minutes she stopped and looked nervously at me. "Your turn," I said. I pulled my trousers from round my ankles and dropped them onto the floor, and then took her hand for her to stand up. I kissed her neck and groped her bum, listening to her gasp. Then I started to unbutton her blouse. "Don't forget, just say no if you want me to stop." I knew she wouldn't, and within moments I was unfastening her bra and licking her nipples. We both looked at Sally, who was unfastening her trousers. "Don't mind me," she said. "I'm just going to enjoy the show." She pulled her trousers off and Alison gasped. "Your pubic hair! What happened to it?" "I shaved it off," she said. "Steve and I both love it. It turns him on, and everything is so sensitive down there it makes oral much better." She spread her legs and started to finger herself. "Go on, Alison. You enjoy yourself." Alison must have felt my hard cock throb in her hand at the sight of my wife masturbating in front of both of us because she looked down at it, pulling her nipple away from my tongue. I stood up straight again and looked into her eyes. "This is just about friends orgasming together. I enjoy doing this, but it won't change how much I like you, no matter what happens." She stared into my eyes, looking worried and thirsty at the same time. I took a chance and unbuttoned her jeans, then slowly slid my hand down the front of them. She gripped my cock tighter as my fingertips slid closer and closer down to her pussy, slipped into the tight wetness between her lips, and then started to stroke her clitoris. She wobbled slightly on her feet, moving them apart, giving me easier access into her hot wet cunt, and rested her hand and head on my shoulder, still gripping my hard cock in her other hand. Slowly, I caressed her clitoris while kissing her neck and ear, feeling her hand stroke my cock up and down. After a couple of minutes her grip tightened and she started to work my shaft a little bit faster. I didn't react, and continued to tickle her clit with one hand and hold her arse in the other until I felt her whole pelvis start to writhe. Gently, I started to push her trousers and panties down, first uncovering her bum and her hairy pussy, and then using both hands until her clothes were round her ankles. I grabbed her arse in both hands and lifted her onto the kitchen table, and pulled her shoes and her trousers off. "Put your feet on my shoulders," I said. I knelt down and gazed at her pussy and she gently put her feet on either side of my head. It had been more than ten years since Sally had started to trim and then shave her pubic hair, and all of the women I'd met through swinging had spent a lot of time either shaving their pussies clean or trimming a very neat bush. Alison, though, had an unkempt mane of black hair surrounding her wet twat, and the sheer novelty and innocence of that sent a powerful jolt of arousal throughout my entire body. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and threw my face into the wet depths of her cunt, slurping at it greedily. Alison cried out in pleasure and I responded by pushing two fingers deep into her cunt, searching to see if she had that rough, responsive patch on her pussy wall that triggered intense responses, but she had been on her own for two years - everything I touched triggered an explosion. I realised Sally was saying something to me, something I had been ignoring because I was concentrating so hard on eating that neglected pussy: "Fuck her, Steve! Shove your cock into that cunt and fuck her brains out!" I stood up and looked at Alison, who was covered in sweat and panting. "Fuck me, Steve! God, I need fucking! Fuck me hard!" I used my hands to open her pussy lips and guide the end of my cock in between them, and then shoved it in, hard and fast, and Alison screamed out loud, "Oh fuck!" She grabbed my arse as I began to thrust in and out of her eager cunt, shouting "Take it, take it!" while my cock bumped against the ridges in the muscles of her pussy. Her shocked cries of "Oh, oh!" just spurred me on and I pumped harder and faster, watching Sally thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt. Alison's grip on my arse was getting tighter and beginning to hurt, a delicious spur to make me thrust harder and faster. I gripped her tits in my hands and rammed my cock hard into her cunt again and again, feeling it tighten and her whole body tense more and more until, suddenly, she screamed and she pulled me in so hard I couldn't pull back. I could feel her pussy muscles spasming around my cock and her stomach quivering against mine while she gasped rhythmically trying to catch her breath. After a moment she pushed me away and Sally greedily grabbed my cock. "You haven't come yet, have you? I need that cock!" She sat on the table next to Alison and pulled my cock into her cunt and we started to thrust away right next to Alison, who stared wide eyed as I shoved my nob, still covered in her juices, into my wife's naked cunt. That was enough for me - I could feel the orgasm approaching and, as usual, Sally saw it in my eyes. "Yes," she said, "come inside me." I watched her tits bounce as I shafted her hard, listening to the yelps of pleasure she made until, just as I started to come, I pulled out of her and wanked a messy spray of come across her smooth pussy, her legs and stomach, and the kitchen table. "Fuck," said Alison, "that's amazing." "We're not finished yet," I said. "How close are you, Sally?" "Shut up and eat me," she said thirstily. With her hands pushing my head, I buried my face into her wet cunt and shoved two fingers hard up against the rough patch of wall where I knew her g-spot was. Her hands were pulling my face in hard and I could feel the muscles were gripping tighter and tighter - it would only be moments. She was crying out louder and higher until, suddenly, everything went tense and tight and I was held in a suffocating grip face-first in her orgasming pussy; I'd always said that was how I wanted to die - well, who wouldn't? After a few moments I stood up and looked at Alison, who was still perched naked on the edge of our kitchen table. She was looking at Sally, also naked, gasping next to her as she recovered from an orgasm. I leaned in to kiss Alison. "It's as easy as that," I said. "It doesn't change us - but it does make everything better." Steve & Sally's First Swing I never wrote about how Steve & Sally started swinging, so I thought I'd better give them a gentle introduction. ***** "Nervous?" she asked. "No. You?" "Not nervous, no," she answered. "Very turned on, but not nervous." My wife smiled at me and winked, and then took hold of my hand and we walked into the pub. We looked around, but there was no sign of the brunette in blue jeans and red jacket and tall balding man with a blue coat. "There's a table," Sally took my shopping bag from me while indicating a quiet corner with a nod of her head. "Get us some drinks and I'll put the shopping down." I looked around while waiting at the bar, hoping to spot our contacts from the website, and saw them outside, looking in through the window. I made eye contact with the man and nodded, and then saw that Sally had noticed, too. I walked to the door to meet them. "Christmas shopping?" he asked, shaking my hand. "Christmas shopping," I agreed. "Nice to meet you Paul," I said. I didn't know if it was his real name, but it would do for today. "You too, Steve," he replied. "This is Lynne." I took her hand and we kissed cheeks, and then looked each other up and down. She was, as her profile said, slim and curvy with dark brown hair. The look on her face told me she approved with what she saw as much as I did - but then we had already seen naked photos of each other on the website. "Sally has grabbed a table," I pointed to where my wife was standing up, obviously looking at Paul's arse. "What can I get you to drink?" - I always thought that the first part of the meeting would be the hardest part for first-time swingers, and as the next two hours in the pub progressed I was proved right. Paul and Lynne were a happy married couple just like us, had just turned forty, and had left their children with grandparents so they could have a weekend Christmas shopping. They had a secure marriage, enjoyed porn and toys, and felt that they would enjoy a bit more excitement. The similarities seemed to be endless, and we got on really well. "We've talked about doing this so much," said Lynne after two hours in the pub, "and we both wanted to do it, but it depended on meeting the right couple. I think we have," she said, smiling at Sally. Paul smiled at me, and asked, "Are we moving on?" Nicely put, I thought. "Yes please!" said Sally, thirstily. I laughed out loud. What my wife lacked in tact she made up for in energetic enthusiasm. "My wife is keen," I said. I turned to look at Lynne. "And so am I." "Where are you staying?" asked Lynne. I pointed out of the window. "In one of the self catering apartments across the road," I said. "A bit more expensive than a hotel, but we have more space." "Sounds perfect," said Paul. Lynne pointed at her bags of Christmas shopping. "We need to drop these back at our hotel, five minutes away. We'll see you at your apartment in a few minutes." We picked up our shopping and left the pub, kissed each other's partners on the street, and agreed to meet in our rented apartment in about ten minutes time. - We dumped the bags in the hall. "A quick shower first," said Sally. I agreed. It had been a sweaty morning in the shops. When I watched her strip I saw another reason: her panties were soaking. We jumped into the shower together and she put some gel into my hands, "Rub my pussy clean," she said, reaching down to hold my hard cock. I quickly smothered her entire body with gel, lingering on her clean shaven mound, and then rinsed her off with the shower head. She climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "Be quick - they'll be here any second!" Too late. There was a knock at the door. "Send Lynne in here," I said, winking, and started to soap myself clean. She disappeared out of the bathroom leaving the towel behind, and went to answer the door naked. I heard voices, and then, a moment later, Lynne appeared at the bathroom door. "You are pleased to see me, aren't you?" she asked, her eyes glued to my erection. "Would you like to join me?" I asked. I stood in the shower and watched as she slowly removed her jacket and her blouse, hanging them carefully, and then her trousers. She stood in front of me in her bra and panties before taking her eyes off my cock and looking straight at me. She unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor, and then stepped into the shower. "My panties are wet anyway," she said, taking hold of my cock and kissing me. Under the flow of water we explored each other's bodies with our hands, stroking and caressing while kissing and licking each other's tongues. I knelt down and pushed her panties to one side to expose her smoothly shaved twat and thrust my tongue inside her as she lifted one leg over my shoulder and pulled my head hard in between her legs. She rocked and moaned, fucking my face as I explored her cunt with my tongue, before pulling me up to my feet and dropping to her knees to suck my cock. I ran my fingers through her hair, wondering that barely two hours after meeting her she was sucking my cock while my wife, who I had been faithful to since I was eighteen, was fucking her husband in the next room. The thought was so exciting that I wanted to see it, so I took Lynne's hand and guided her back up. "I want to see the others fucking," I said, enjoying her delighted expression. I turned the shower off and we used towels to dry each other off slowly before going through the apartment. Sally was sitting naked on the kitchen worktop, her feet on Paul's shoulders as he greedily ate her cunt. His clothes were in a pile on the floor and he was wanking as he slurped on her wet lips. "They're getting on well, then," laughed Lynne, and she leaned over to kiss Sally, thrusting her tongue into my wife's mouth. "Fuck his brains out, Sally," she said, and took me by the hand to the sitting room. "Lie on the floor," she said. "I saw something in some porn and I want to try it on you." I stretched out on my back on the floor and watched as Lynne pulled her panties off and straddled me. She pushed my hard cock flat onto my stomach and then carefully spread her pussy lips onto either side of my cock. Slowly at first, she slid forwards and backwards, her wet, floppy lips slipping up and down the length of my twitching cock. I'd never felt anything like it, and reached up to hold her tits while watching her cunt slide up and down, up and down. She arched her back and pushed her pussy down and then moaned out loud, "Oh yes!" She paused and smiled at me, "I can rub my clit up and down your cock!" Then she started to the slow strokes again, this time pushing harder, grunting and moaning as she slipped up and down my dick. I looked across the apartment to see Sally putting a condom onto Paul, and then bend forwards across the dining table so he could fuck her from behind. The look of sheer delight on her face turned me on even more, and we made eye contact as Paul thrust into her and started his long, pumping strokes. She started to cry out louder and louder, matching Lynne's cries. At this point I knew I was going to come first. "I'm going to come," I said to Lynne. She looked down at my cock. "Let me watch," she gasped. "I want to see it." She didn't stop her rhythmic strokes up and down my cock, and I was so excited she didn't have to wait long. My whole body jerked and a string of sticky come shot all the way up to my neck. Lynne scooped it up and rubbed it all over her tits, still sliding her clit up and down the length of my cock. Soon after my orgasm I was too soft, so Lynne got up and sat on the sofa, spreading her legs wide. I got onto my knees and dived down into her wet pussy, her huge, soft lips wrapped around my face. Her clit was a large hard lump and I flicked it with my tongue against my teeth. She squealed with delight, "Yes, do that again! Keep doing that! Oh God, yes!" as I repeated it. I could hear Paul coming as he fucked Sally, and felt Lynne's thighs and bottom tense. She grabbed my head and shouted, "I'm coming!" Again and again she thrust her cunt up, hard into my face as she came, and then suddenly pushed me back. I looked up at her smiling face, and she leaned forward to kiss me. "Am I last?" asked Sally. She was standing naked next to Paul as he pulled a come-filled condom off his floppy cock. Lynne leapt to her feet, "I can finish you off, if you want?" she asked. This was new. Sally had never mentioned sex with another woman before, so I had no idea how she would react, but I was interested in her answer. Sally smiled, took Lynne's hand, and asked her, "What did you have in mind?" "Sit back and let me lick you out," she answered. Sally sat down and spread her legs wide, holding her cunt open. "Like this?" Lynne knelt between her legs, pushed two fingers deep into my wife's cunt, and then started to lick her clit. Almost immediately Sally threw her head back and started to moan, breathing deeply. Paul and I watched our naked wives, one noisily licking the other, until Sally came loudly. Lynne stood up, leaving Sally spread on the sofa with her pussy twitching, and looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my cock. "Open a bottle, Steve. When you boys have recovered I want a threesome."