6 comments/ 202483 views/ 17 favorites A Good Exchange Between Friends By: MiamiCuban There is nothing that compares to seeing a man mount my wife. I have seen it, the thick cock sliding into her, her hips bucking against him, fucking back while they frenched kissed, their faces glistening with each other’s juices. This was Isabel, my wife of fifteen years, her nipples hard as they rubbed against my friend’s chest, her chestnut mane of hair twirling around as she rode his meat, bucking and twisting until she exploded as he came inside her... Until recently it was a fantasy, a game, stories we made up to get us hot, to spice up life after fifteen years of marriage. Isabel is a sensual woman, but although she enjoyed such adventures as sex in public areas or light bondage, she always refused a threesome or swapping situation. A Saturday night, several months ago, we went to the theatre with Bob and Sally. Bob is our age –thirty-eight- and is a computer programmer for a bank. Sally is my wife’s best friend since childhood and her partner in a Miami Beach art gallery that does very well. As for myself –my name is Nick- I earn a fair living as a real estate broker and property manager. Isabel and Sally have known each other for over thirty years and are often mistaken for sisters. They grew up as neighbors, shared gossip, double dated, were college roomates and became partners in the gallery. Both are fair skinned; Isabel is the larger of the two at five-eight, a couple of inches taller than Sally, who is a striking woman with short, dark hair and pouty lips that make a man go hard with desire. I envied Bob knowing the feeling of having those lips wrapped around his cock, but since the grass is always greener... I also figured the sight of Isabel in a bathing suit at our pool parties had surely made him hard more than once. He probably stroked himself often thinking about my wife as I had handled my own cock while thinking what a blowjob from Sally would feel like, her wet mouth around my hardness. The theatre we went to in South Beach was showing a French movie that was advertised as a comedy, but was very erotic, dealing with two couples swinging together at a cottage in the woods. I enjoyed the movie and was aroused more than once, but little did I suspect the effect it would have on my wife. That night, as soon as we were home alone, she went down and took my cock in her mouth. In between nibbling and licking, she spoke with lust in a hard, vulgar language, which I always enjoyed because we are very vocal and creative in our lovemaking. “You like this Nick?” she said, “Do you like me sucking your cock, or should I pretend that this meat belongs to Bob?” I was somewhat surprised. Although we often introduced a third party in our sexual foreplay, it was usually a stranger or celebrity, never a friend. Bringing up Bob’s name gave a new twist to the situation. “Would you like it to be Bob’s cock in your hands?” “Sure. Don’t be surprised. That movie made me hot, so hot that by the time it was over I would have said yes to going to a hotel and swapping with Bob and Sally.” I did not complain as she stroked and sucked me, her tongue licking my shaft and testicles as she continued speaking. Was she role playing or serious? “You like that?” she said, “You want Sally to suck your cock while I suck Bob?” The image of Sally with my meat in her mouth made me hard as tempered steel. I was ready to burst and she sensed it, picking up the speed of the hand strokes as she continued talking. “I’ve seen Bob in swim trunks,” Isabel said, “he’s got a thick, fat cock. I would lick him dry after he fucked my mouth. You want to see that, don’t you? Your sweet wife on her knees, sucking Bob’s fat cock, licking his meat dry, swallowing his load... or maybe you would like to see me on all fours while he takes me from behind, puts his horse cock inside my wet cunt and fucks me hard....deep, so deep...” I pulled away, turned her around on all fours on the bed and jammed my cock into her well shaved cunt. I was pumping in a frenzy, breating hard and so was she, but still kept talking, making me harder with every word. “Are you going to let Bob fuck me like this? Do you want me to pretend you are Bob?” “Yes...pretend Bob is...fucking you.” “ Oh, Bob, let me be your whore…I like to be used like a fuck toy, Bob, to feel you slam your cock into me…oh, you are so hard….my husband wants to see me get fucked by you, Bob.. my husband likes to see me get fucked by other men....I want to fuck you and lick your hairy balls… I want your dick in me, Bob....oh yes, fuck my wet cunt... fuck me hard...Fill my cunt with your cum, Bob, fuck me like a whore..." Our orgasm was intense and afterwards she avoided the topic but I knew that the desire was there, buried underneath the fear of a new experience. ----------------------------------- --------------------------- ---------------------- I married young and was somewhat inexperienced in sexual matters. I only had two lovers before Nick. One was my high school sweetheart who took my cherry in the back seat of a Buick and faded from my life when I went to college and he joined the army. The second one was a college boyfriend who was pretty orthodox and lacked imagination. Since marrying Nick I had never considered a walk on the swinging side. I am a member of charity groups and community organizations. My whole adult life –fifteen years of marriage- have been dedicated to my home, sex with my husband and my partnership in an art gallery. I am not a prude. Nick and I have always had a good sex life and I have been open-minded. He taught me to enjoy sex and I have learned well. The first thing we discovered was “dirty talk,” finding it very erotic to vocalize harsh, agressive fantasies, some of which we had acted upon, like giving my husband many a blowjob using ice cubes, honey, whipped cream or wine while he called me a dick licking slut. We also discovered a mutual enjoyment for outdoors sex. We fucked on rooftops, boats, beaches, a public park, naked on the ground, by the light of day and even parked like teenagers on isolated roads, humping on the back seat. A most exciting experience happened in an alley, against the wall of a warehouse, late at night, while a security car drove past without spotting us. I felt like a whore that night, kneeling on the asphalt alleway, taking Nick’s cock in my mouth, sucking him until he exploded in my mouth. We enjoyed role playing, improvising scenes and situations. I was a teacher seducing a student or a hooker entertaining a client or a nympho nurse giving blowjobs to patients. My favorite role was playing a college student who is raped and dominated by a ganster. The last time we did that scene I started out wearing an old dress that he ripped up as he chased me around the house, wrestling me and pinning me down by the foyer. I ended up tied-up on the bathroom tile floor while my husband spanked me before he pounded my ass with his sweet cock, unloading his warmth into me as I begged for more. The concept of others in our sexual universe was only a fantasy, usually involving celebrities or strangers –never people we knew- and our reality was one-on-one with each other for fifteen years but that French movie set me off. It was not hard porno but it had provocative scenes and a plot with a hot, teasing build up and it boiled my blood just right. I watched the movie flushed with sexual warmth, wishing I was the one in bed with the hairy Parisian actor. It was daring of me to suggest a fantasy with Bob and Sally but I felt comfortable with both of them. I did not intend to really swing, yet I felt safe indulging in a fantasy about it....perhaps I wanted it to happen, although at the time it was just a fantasy, but Nick picked up on it and would mention it often as we made love. "Wouldn't you like Bob to be here right now? Would you like me to watch you being fucked by another man? Imagine he is rubbing his cock against you, ready to fuck you..." "Yes," I would gasp as he fucked me, "yes. I want you to look at me as Bob fucks me...I want.. his dick and he sticks it….right in my cunt…and he slides back and forth while you watch, then come closer…It feels good to be fucked by Bob and I lick your cock while he fucks me." "I want to see you take Bob’s fat cock up your cunt," Nick would say, "I want to see another man put his thick dick in your mouth, sucking cock like a slut." ”And I want to see you fuck Sally,” I answered back, “I want to see your face buried in her wet pussy.” The thought of a foursome seemed very exciting. After all those years of monogamous sex, the thought of a private orgy was electrifying. For a few days after, my husband would bring up the topic in our foreplay. “Imagine it’s Bob who’s playing with you,” he would say as he pinched my nipples. “Imagine he’s here on the couch with you and I am hiding in a closet, watching you as he plays with your tits...” “Oh, Nick, you are making me so wet...” “Pretend it’s Bob sticking his fingers in your cunt...” “Oh...play with my cunt, Bob...my husband won’t be home for hours....yeah, Bob...that’s it.. finger me, feel how wet I am....let me be your whore…I like to be used... let me be your fuck toy, Bob....oh, you are so hard….my husband wants to see me get fucked by you...by other men....my husband likes to watch me sucking cock and I want to eat your cock, Bob...I’ll give you better head than your wife gives you....” At first the foursome idea was just a turn-on, then a private joke that developed into a hot fantasy. Two weeks after the French movie, Sally and I discussed the topic at work, near closing time when the store was empty. After a brief chat on the social implications and other yadda-yadda, we discussed our personal feelings on swinging. “Well,” Sally said, “I think most men would say yes at once. I know Bob would love it but how do people do it the first time? I would be afraid of a stranger and I wouldn’t know what to say to a friend...” “I wouldn’t either,” I said, “but if I was going to swing it would be with you guys.” “Really? Us? Have you ever discussed it with Nick?” I blushed and Sally smiled. “You have, haven’t you? That’s flattering.” “It was just one of those things, Sal...you know, a fantasy to make the sex more interesting.” Sally smiled again . “Want to?” she asked. I hesitated answering. Was she serious? “Chicken?” she asked, enjoying her friendly teasing as she placed the “closed” sign on the store door. “No,” I said, “and neither is Nick.” “Of course he would not be. Men are always ready, it is us gals who need convincing...” “ How about you guys?” I asked, “Have you ever talked about it?” “Sure, like all men he wants it, but I always say no because I don’t want to do it with a stranger or know how to approach the topic to a friend. Now that the subject has come up, I’m willing to do it with you guys, to trade for fun, and it will only take me a minute to convince Bob. How about it?” “It sounds very erotic but I still have doubts...when would we do this?” We decided to set a date for Saturday night, as soon as we obtained our husbands’ agreement, which was deemed to be easy. “Oops,” Sally said as we were closing up in the back office, “one topic we did not discuss.” “You mean....?” “Yes,” she said, “every man’s fantasy of two women...they will ask. You know they will ask.” In all our years as friends, including as college roomates, we had not engaged in any sexual play. Being roomates we had seen each other naked often, but nothing had ever happened. Now, Sally was right. If we did swapping, the boys would surely request some girl-girl action. What would we say? “What do you think?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she said, “I... I’ve never had a woman... I’ve known you so long it could be difficult... but...also possible... If I did it, then it would have to be just us, at least the first time. How do you feel about it?” “I don’t know,” I answered, “you have always been my best friend.... I feel comfortable with you...” "Have you ever fantasized about something like this, us... getting together?" Sally asked. She caught me by surprise and I did not answer right away, remembering one time, after a few drinks when I had masturbated in the shower of our dorm, thinking what it would be like to make out naked with Sally, to touch her... “Well?” Sally asked again. “I...once or twice.” “Me too,” she said. I did not know whether to leave or continue talking. My face felt flush with sexual hunger. How far was I willing to go? “Bob is attending a banking dinner,” Sally said, “and won’t be home until late. If you want to stop by my house, we could...you know... have five or six hours....Listen, just forget I said anything...” “I’ll follow you in my car,” I answered, surprising myself. -------------------- ------------------------ ---------------------- I was alone in the house, just showered and dressed only in a long terry cloth robe, when Isabel called me on her cel phone, telling me she was on her way to Sally’s house to break the ice for our festivities planned for the weekend. “Sally and I are going to start this by ourselves,” Isabel said, “and I’ll tell you all the details when I get home.” I was stunned and incredibly aroused. For several hours I paced around the house, smoking, drinking a beer, turning the TV on and off. I could not concentrate on anything, thinking about my wife and Sally in a naked embrace. -------------------- ------------------ ------------------------- It happened fast, with little talking. I entered Sally’s home and we kissed right in the living room, petted, reasured each other, kissed and petted some more, undressing each other in a somewhat awkward, yet exciting moment. We went into a naked embrace on her living room couch, kissing, when Sally opened her legs and I went down on her, tasting a woman for the first time, feeling her juices on my lips and face. It was wicked and dirty and I buried my face in my best friend’s mound and lapped her clit as she bucked and grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her wet snatch. She opened her legs even more and pushed upwards, pressing her wet slit against my face while her lips kissed the opening between my legs. We took turns, switched and she was above me, touching, probing, kissing, nibbling, whispering in my ear how much she was enjoying her first experience. We rolled on the carpeted floor, kissing, licking, our body heat making us feverish with desire and raw lust. We nibbled on each other’s nipples and frenched like teenagers. I tasted her sweet juice and felt the feverish heat of her warm flesh, as I licked her clit and folds, swirling and swallowing. I reached up and grabbed her round asscheeks with my hands, opening her slit even more as she pushed into me, face fucking me as she let out an animal moan and her mouth buried into my slit, her tongue flicking out, licking the clit, playing, teasing and my hands graspped her tits, the fingers rubbing the hard nipples as she continued licking me, raking my cunt and ass cheeks with her fingernails. “Oh, yes, Sal,” I moaned, “lick my cunt, eat me good, use me.... yes, honey, eat me, taste me good...” Sally was beyond herself. She later confessed that Bob was not very vocal in bed, so the hard language was a new experience that she totally enjoyed. She buried her face between my legs and I answered the same, enjoying the intimacy of my best friend, nibbling her wet mound until we both came together, the whip of the orgasm jolt rushing through our bodies. We cuddled for awhile, then showered together, soaping each other, fingers touching each other’s slits, pinching nipples as we kissed each other. “We still have a few hours,” Sally said as she turned off the shower and reached for a towel. --------------------- ---------------------------- ----------------------- I was horny, dressed only with a long terry cloth robe, my cock semi-hard with anticipation as I waited for Isabel to come home and tell me of her first liason with Sally. I pictured them in bed, licking and kissing each other as the minutes ticked by slowly. When I saw the lights of Isabel’s car turn into our driveway I was instantly aroused. I walked towards the foyer as the front door opened and Sally –dressed in shorts and a tube top- entered the house, holding my wife’s house keys in her hand. “Sally, what are you doing here?” I asked, “Where’s Isabel?” “Back at my house, waiting for Bob to come home so she can fuck and suck my husband as I come to suck and fuck hers...” “I thought it was set for Saturday...” “Why wait?” she said, giggling in a girlish manner. We kissed and I wrapped my arms around her, then kissed some more. We moved to the living room couch were we continued kissing and petting, the tube top and the shorts soon on the floor as Sally kneeled naked on the couch in front of me. Unlike Isabel, who shaved her mound smooth, Sal had a hairy bush that was dark and inviting. I undressed, the tip of my dick grazing her lips as she opened her mouth, anticipating me, but I entered her mouth slowly, the thickness of my flesh sliding on her tongue. Sal took me willingly; sucking me until my testicles slapped against her chin and her face was pressed against my naked belly. “Talk to me,” Sally said as she paused for a moment, “the way you like to talk to Isabel.” “She told you?” “She did, right after we spent about an hour with each other....Oh, that made you even harder. Yes, Nick, I did your wife and she did me. She told me you both get off with dirty talk, which is something Bob and I never really use, but today you wife called me names and it turned me on... Now talk dirty to me while I suck your cock. I have another surprise for later.” "You give good head my whore," I said as my hips bucked in motion, the meat between his legs sliding back and forth in Sally’s mouth, "Oh, yes...lick the underside. Bob is a lucky guy to have a cocksucker like you....with those pouty lips......that tongue of yours feels real good on my balls....my wife must have enjoyed your mouth...yeah, make mydick slick in your mouth.....Do you like my cock?" She grunted an affirmation; her tongue licking the pulsating flesh, her teeth nibbling at the tip of the head as she delighted in the sheer sexual energy of the moment. “Yes,” I said, “just like that, you cocksucker. Sal, you suck dick like a pro. I love your mouth on my meat....oh, Sal, I enjoy fucking your face.” She had warmed up fast. Her skin was warm with desire as she moved away from my cock, turned around and assumed the doggy position, on all fours. “Fuck me now,” she said, “and I will reward you with a surprise later.” We were both in heat and moved with some of the hesitation of a first time, but soon we developed a good rythm, our hips moving back and forth, bumping, grinding, my hands holding her, guiding her to my tempo. I was deep inside her, this naked on all fours taking my dick up her cunt woman whose husband was fucking my own wife...Sally knew how to fuck. She knew what she was doing. Knew it well, for she would allow me to guide her but would set her own rythm, contracting, holding my cock tight inside her. “Talk dirty to me...” she said, “my husband does not talk...much.” “I’ll talk to you,” I said, “while I fuck you, ram my meat in you...yes....oh, your cunt is wet and my cock feels hard in there...Oh, honey, you are a good piece of ass....you are a sweet fuck...a very good fuck.” “Oh, Nick...this is great...” “Do you like it, Sal? Do you like my meat inside you?” “I love it..... I'm going to....come soon...oh, Nick what a great fuck you are....yes, that's it...that's yes, that's it...that's perfect...." A Good Exchange Between Friends Ch. 02 The mate swapping night was enjoyed by all. The usually quiet Bob was outspoken over breakfast as he bubbled over how exciting it had been to fuck my wife –Isabel- while I assured him that his wife –Sal- was an outstanding bed partner. We spent the rest of the week at our regular jobs, planning for a weekend together. Isabel and Sal being partners in the art gallery worked together and gropped and played with each other during the week. We decided that the weekend bash would be held at their home, which boasted a backyard pool with a high wall and thick covering of trees to protect us from the eyes of prying neighbors, not that I minded in the least…. --------------- The days leading up to weekend went by slow but Sally and I kept busy at the art gallery, working hard and playing occasionally. On Wednesday, the morning after the swap, we talked, kissed and hugged, without going further, reassuring ourselves that things had worked out very well. On Thursday we talked some more and kissed some more. After closing on Thursday, Sal asked me if I was in a hurry to go home. I answered her with a wet kiss, which led to us making out on the office couch. We made out with gusto, licking each others’ face as we undressed. “You like this, Sal?” I asked as I removed her blouse, “You like my hands on your tits?” “Oh, yes and I want to suck your tits.” Sal sucked my hard nipples as I fingered myself then moved my wet hand to her face, so she could taste me. Sal licked my hand then continued licking my naked breasts, nibbling my nipples, making me gasp. She fingered me and I begged for her tongue inside me. “You want me, Isabel? You want my mouth on your pussy?” “Oh, yes,” I answered. “I’m going to eat you sweet, Isabel.” Sal lowered her face, kissing my bare belly, her head burrowing between my legs and she tongued me. Her thumb moved on my wet slit and touched my clit, making me moan in delight as she buried her face in my mound and I bucked, pressed her head betweeen my legs and came quickly in her mouth, my senses exploding with the excitement of the moment. I moaned in orgasm and went down between her legs, returning the favor. My face dove into her crotch and I licked her, drove my tongue deep into her hairy, wet cunt, drinking all of her nectar. My hungry lips locked onto her clit and her thights squeezed my head. I opened her legs wide, and she wiggled under my face, moaning. I used my fingers to fuck her as I used my tongue on her wet slit. I licked her and touched her clit with my soaked fingers, rubbing her erect nub. My fingers slid inside her mound, two of them twirling inside her and she moaned, pushing against my hand. My fingers probed deeper and Sal made whimpering, moaning noises. Her hips bucked against the pressure of my tongue on her clit and she came in a hard, thrashing orgasm, her hands grasping my hair, pushing my face down between her wide open legs. That was Thursday. On Friday Sal brought a vibrator and used it on me as soon as we closed up shop. Her hands fondled my naked tits, pinching the nipples as I grasped the vibrating plastic cock and jammed it deep between my legs while I talked the filthy trash that made Sal gasp with excitement. Dirty talk was one of her buttons and I pushed it for her enjoyment. “You like this, Sal? Look at the thick, fat plastic dong in my cunt. Did you enjoy it when your husband fucked me? I’m so wet, Sal…. After I come I am going to take this thing and stick it between your legs while I sit on your face and you niblle on my hard clit…. That’s it. Rub your hand on my pussy while I fuck myself with this…” “Oh, this is so incredible…” “On Saturday, we are all going to fuck together, all four of us…. You will see me fuck your husband, suck his fat cock…. You like that? And you will suck Nick’s dick while we watch… doesn’t that make you wet?” “Oh, you are driving me crazy. Maybe they will fuck us in the ass…. I like that…” We went on the couch, she fingering me while I ran the vibrator up and down her wet slit. Her touch was electric and I opened my legs wider as her fingers pinched my swollen clit. She stroked her fingers into my slit, making me wet. Sal pumped two fingers inside me and I whimpered with delight. The vibrator did his work and Sal let out a moan as she orgasmed, clinging to me, continuing to finger me and rub my clit. I came, crying out hoarsely as I spasmed with the energy of the climax, my naked, sweaty body collapsing on top of Sal’s, the vibrator rolling off the office couch to the floor. I could not wait for Saturday afternoon. ---------------------- The get together was to be an overnight affair starting Saturday afternoon. I would go over sometime after lunch while my wife Isabel would have to stay at the art gallery until four o’clock. Sal would work at the art gallery until noon and then go munchie shopping for our foursome orgy. I headed for their place before two o’clock in the afternoon. All I wore was a shirt and a pair of shorts. I carried an overnight bag with some toiletries, a couple of bottles of wine and a half ounce of a Jamaican red blend that boasted a swift and long rush. Sal and I had worked out a fantasy and we told Bob he would be pleasantly surprised. They were both home. Bob opened the door wearing only a pair of swim trunks and beckoned me in. “Sal just put away the groceries and went to freshen up,” he said, “let’s wait for her by the pool. Want a beer?” “Sure.” I sat by the pool, on the cushioned lawn chairs and lit a joint, passing it to Bob. Not a big talker, he was numb with anxiety. After all, his fantasy of seeing his wife be fucked by a friend was about to come true. Sal came down dressed in a green string bikini. She grabbed a beer and helped us finish the first joint and burn away the second. From the first moment we talked about sex and all three were extremely horny very fast. “Your wife sucks cock really well, Bob,” I said and he nodded his head and smiled slightly. “Sal is a fine cocksucker, Bob. According to my wife, Sal also knows how to lick a pussy well. Have you licked a lot of pussy, Sal?” “Only Isabel.” “And cock? How many men have you been with, Sal?” “Before I married….I had about a dozen over a six or seven year period.” “Ever have two men at once?” “No.” “You will, soon enough.” I reached over and pinched her nipples softly, my fingers grasping the thin fabric of her swim suit top. I winked at her, a signal that our fantasy was now set into motion. “Look at this, Bob,” I said, “Look how I play with those tits. You know these tits, you know how hard those nipples get when you touch them just right. Look at the way she moves. Your wife is acting like a slut who wants some meat. Do you like me feeling you up, grabbing your tits in front of your husband?” “Yes, Nick. It’s very exciting.” Do you want a thick prick to play with, Sal?” “Oh… yes.” “You will have to better than that before I put my meat in one of your holes. First, remove your husband’s shorts so he can play freely with his dick. After you undress him, you will stand in front of my chair and maybe, if you beg hard, I will give you some cock.” She nodded obediently and turned towards her husband. She tugged at his swim trunks and his dick sprang into view, hard and erect. “Look at that, Sal,” I said, “Bob is hard just thinking how much he will enjoy seeing me fuck his wife. You must be wet also. Strip and kneel in front of me and take off my shorts.” She moved fast, gasping softly when she saw my cock inches from her mouth. “Don’t touch it. Touch yourself. Tell me about how a boyfriend fucked you in your college days.” She felt her breasts with her fingertips while she looked at both us, smiling naughtily. “I was in college….dating Bob already….his name was Armando and he was a student… he was older than us, had done a hitch in the service before college. We had dated and one night we studied together and we smoked afterwards and drank a little wine and then we were on the couch, making out. One thing led to another…” “What happened?” Bob blurted out, one hand holding his hard prick. “First,” Sal said as her hands roamed over her tits and down to her hairy mound, “I sucked his dick while he ate me…I was on top…. Oh, Bob, he had such a nice cock and I was so drunk and stoned.... I licked his dick and balls and came on his face and then he turned me over and fucked me doggie style. He entered me hard, his thickness stretching the walls of my cunt. Never in my life had I imagined I could be fucked so good… Armando grasped my waist pulling me towards him as his thick meat moved and pumped inside me…..I loved being fucked by Armando…. He was also the first one to fuck my ass. That took place in a cheap hotel room and I felt like a whore. It hurt at first, but I really enjoyed it after awhile. It was primitive, degrading and vulgar and his cock felt thick inside me and it was a sexual rush.” “How many times did you fuck him?” Bob asked his wife as he touched his own hardness. “A dozen times,” Sal answered as she toked a joint, “maybe more, maybe less. He fucked my ass outside my parent’s house also, while my parents were inside watching TV. We started by making out by the pool and I was so horny that night…. I went down on all fours by a clump of bushes near the fence and he lifted up my skirt, lubricated his cock with spit and stuck it right down my asshole. We were both quiet, not wanting to be found in a very lewd situation. The whole thing was so wild, so risky and kinky that we both came in less than two minutes. It was dirty and I loved it. I walked in the house and past my parents with my ass full of Armando’s cum.” “Good story,” I said, “Do you like being fucked by me?” “Oh, yes, Nick. Will you fuck me now so my husband can watch? Will you fuck my sweet ass?” I smiled as I watched two of her fingers sink into the slit between her legs. “I want Isabel to be here when I take your ass, but have patience and beg a little so your husband enjoys seeing you plead for another man’s cock.” I stood up in front of the kneeling wife while her husband watched, mesmerized. As she begged and pleaded I moved around, the tip of my dick rubbing softly against her face, tracing the outline of her jaw, leaving an invisible line of moisture across her forehead. "Please, I want to suck your cock. Please, I want it, I do, please... I want your meat in my mouth. Fuck my face." "Talk to me," I said, "or I'll stop rubbing my dick on you." "No!" she begged, "Please don't stop. Let me suck your cock." "Convince me." "Oh, my God...please let me suck you...please fuck my face. I am ready. I...want your dick in my ass in my cunt in my mouth...please fuck me. Use me like a whore. Fuck me hard. Let me suck your dick, please. I need it. I will swallow but please, fuck my face." ”You like me rubbing the tip of my dick over your earlobe like this?” “Oh… yes, you are driving me crazy.” “Look at your wife, Bob,” I said, “Look how she begs for dick while she fingers herself.” “I’m going crazy also,” he said as he stroked himself. "I want cock...anywhere; in my mouth, ass or cunt…. Please Nick, let me have some cock.” "Not good enough," I said. "Please, I will do anything...I ….please…you are driving me crazy…put your dick in my mouth. I want to suck your cock. Please, I want it, I do, please... I want your meat in my mouth. Please, fuck my face hard." “Bob, your wife wants my dick. Where do you want me to put it, Sal?" "In …my mouth." "Are you going to suck it hard?" "Yes…any way you want. Hard, soft, slow or fast, I need your cock.” “Beg some more.” “Shit! You are torturing me…..I need to be fucked now, I want to feel penetrated… do it…. Be as dirty as you want…touch me….defile me, abuse me, fuck me in every hole and use me like a slut… I want to be fucked and suck your dick." “Not good enough.” “What do you want me to say? Fuck me deep with that thick, fat cock.. abuse me… Please fuck my mouth. I am a dick licking slut and I want to suck and fuck both of you.” I took my time. The tip of my dick barely touched her lips and she opened her mouth, anticipating me, but I entered slowly, the thickness of my flesh sliding on her tongue. Sal took me willingly; sucking until my testicles slapped against her chin and her face pressed against my hairy belly. Her tongue curled around my cock as she sucked with a desperate hunger. I ran my hands through her hair, guiding her head as I fucked her mouth. “Hey Bob,” I said, “Check out your cocksucking wife. She’s good at giving head and later this afternoon I’m going to fuck her ass. Did you hear that, girl? I’m going to put my dick inside your ass when my wife gets here…. Sal, you suck dick like a pro.” Her tongue felt wet against the underside of my cock as I moved my hips back and forth, fucking her face. Sal kissed, licked and nibbled down the shaft, back up, tongue sliding along its length and took the purple head in her mouth. Her hands wrapped around the base and she stroked me while her other hand fondled my balls. “I’m going to fuck her soon, Bob. You want her mouth while I fuck her?” Bob did not waste time. He entered her mouth as I kneeled behind Sal, grasping her waist and jamming my cock into the wet folds of her cunt. I pumped my hips, pushing my prick deep into her and she opened herself more, enjoying the two cocks in her. "Here we go, Bob" I said, "Look at the way she takes a cock up her cunt. She's soaked." Sal pushed back against my cock, her cunt contracting and tightening around my meat and I pushed harder, moving and moaning, cock inside cunt filling her. We rocked back and forth, fucking, sucking, pounding a rythm, licking and grasping. “Her cunt is soaked, Bob. She’s giving you good head. Look at that head bob up and down. Sal you suck dick like an experienced slut…. Can you see my cock sliding in and out of your wife?” I knew how to thrill her with my cock, pumping from behind real slow, penetrating -sliding in and out- almost pulling out before plunging back in hard and deeply. She was sucking off Bob, and making grunting, harsh noises and I increased my tempo. Sal bucked back, driving herself against me, taking my hardness to the hilt. She writhed in pleasure as she sucked Bob’s prick and took my dick into her wet cunt. Bob came first, shuddering, moaning, and exploding in his wife’s mouth as he watched me fucking his wife. Sal took the load, swallowed and concentrated on my cock, pushing back against me hard as she talked to her husband. "Oh, Bob, he's fucking me. Nick’s cock feels so good…oh yeah…oh, oh…I like…you to see me get …fucked… fucked just like you want…fuck me, Nick. Fuck me like a whore….fuck my cunt in front of my husband….stick it in me, fuck me, use me...oh, please use me like a whore. I’m almost there…" Do you want more?” I asked. “Yes, you dirty, fucking animal,” Sal grunted in response, “Fuck me. Take me and use me, fuck me hard! I’ll be your whore!” I used her, rode her hard, pumping into her, grabbing her hips, guiding her, sticking my fat meat into her hole and she moaned in delight, pushing back, both coming together, in spasmic, deep orgasms that jolted our bodies, leaving all three of us drained, satisfied, naked and stoned on the pool deck. “Save some energy,” I said, gasping for breath, “Isabel will be here soon.” -------------------- When I arrived at their home, the three of them were naked. Bob and my husband were drinking beers while Sal was in the pool, floating belly up, her tits above the water. “Did I miss something?” I asked and all answered with a laugh. I drank a beer and puffed on a joint while they told me about their ménage au trois, describing the fucking and sucking in lurid detail. “Nick fucked me hard…. He put his dick in my cunt in front of my husband and Bob loved it, loved seeing me get fucked by his friend. Your husband fucks like an animal, Isabel. He jammed his cock up my cunt and moved hard and fast and filled me with his meat…” The description of their liason made me very wet. I stripped down naked, the same as them, and we went into the pool. After a few minutes of splashing around and more sex talk, Bob came up behind me, his prick rubbing against my ass then all three were all over me. Hands grasped my boobs, pinched my nipples, caresed my cunt as I asked to be fucked. They placed me face down over a wood tea table in the patio, all three working on me, using me as I wanted to be used. My pussy was ready and Bob said that I needed a good fucking. I wanted Bob to fuck me, to fuck me right there in front of Nick. His cock rubbed up and down my gash. I squealed as my legs were pulled wider, then groaned as Bob shoved his fat prick deep into my cunt. It felt good, huge as he rammed into me, filling me in one long stroke, before he began to move. His cock pulled back, slid in again, then back in, pumping into me. “Watching this is so hot," Sal said, “You are really going to be fucked hard, Isabel, from both ends.” My husband shoved his cock against my face and my mouth found him, grasping the thick head, lapping the crown of his shaft. I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue over his meat as Sal went under me, nibbling at my nipples. We all fell into a rhythm, gasping and groaning as we fucked, sucked and licked each other, hands playing with nipples, twisting and pumping, entering, slamming, fucking without inhibitions. “Yeah, baby,” I heard my husband say, “suck my cock while Bob fucks you hard. You like it, Isabel? Sure you do, you cocksucking whore…..Yes, suck it bitch, suck it like that… Look at you getting fucked...ooh...I'm almost there...Oh…. You like it when people look at you fucking like this…” Bob came first, filling me with his cream and I came while Sal bit my nipples with lusty abandonment. Nick did not come, holding back, allowing me to explode in orgasm, pulling his cock away from my face as he reached for Sal. “You said you liked it up the ass,” Nick said to Sal, “So consider this your lucky day.” -------------- ------------------- I fucked Sal in the ass as her husband and my wife watched, mesmerized by the situation. My cock head forced itself through the little rosebud ring as I entered her to the hilt. Sal bucked and jerked, impaled on my rod. I began to slowly slide my cock out until her rosebud ring tightened around my meat. I felt her squeeze my head and I rammed my cock into her ass once again. I fucked her deep, my cock disappearing between the moon globes of her ass cheeks that jiggled every time I hit bottom. I made her mine, my cock inside her ass and she surrendered completely, accepting my cock deep inside her. Slowly I slid in and out of her tight opening, increasing the power thrusts as she became more relaxed with my cock inside her rear. My stomach was against her butt as I sodomised her and I felt the tension in her body increase, then grind back against me, her rosebud asshole tightening a grip around my hard cock. My meat was wedged between her ass cheeks and the warmth of her flesh around my dick was making it difficult to keep control, but Sal was was going beserk impaled on my cock. "Fuck my ass," Sal said, "fuck me, crack my ass....Oh, I love your dick in my ass…oh, yes, fuck my ass!.... Rape my behind, fuck my ass. Oh, ..fuck me, baby. I'm your toy, your whore...please do me. I'll swallow your cum... anything you want…. Oh...Bob, look how Nick fucks my ass… fuck me in front of my husband…stick it in me, fuck me, use me…oh, fuck me Nick …. I need to be fucked in front of Bob… I want my husband to see me get fucked up the ass….. I'm ...going to cum...Oh. Fuck me...ram it into me, Nick ...Oh, God...Oh, yes... Yes!!...Fuck me!! Oh, God, ..I'm coming...OOOOOHHHHH!!...Fuck me!!... OOOOOHHH!!" A Good Exchange Between Friends Ch. 02 She came but I kept on pumping, going in as far I could go. I filled her up completely, stretching her on all sides and she responded by tightening her ass cheeks around my cock. It was intense…the hard pounding inside her behind, rough thrusts into her, drilling into her ass, sweet ass as she moaned, groaned, spasmic jolts running through her and my cock dripped my cream inside her willing behind. It was a great foursome. A Good Exchange Between Friends "You like it? You like my cock in you, inside your hairy, wet cunt?" "Yes...I love your cock....Oh...Oh...I'm almost...there...fuck me...fuck me... fuck me...I love your dick.” “Take some more,” I said as I rammed my cock deep into her, my hands grasping her waist from behind, guiding her, “Here’s more cock for you, for your wet cunt...here’s my dick right inside you....deep in you...” “ Ooh, yes, just like that...Oh, yes, use me...fuck me good...what a sweet cock... I am close...yes.....fuck me deep with that thick dick...Oh...Oh....OOOOOHHHHH...OH....I am... there.....OOOOHHHH....YYYYYYEEEEESSSS!!!" Her ass was pressed against my belly as I pumped my load, my hands grasping her waist, pulling her against me as she made animal sounds, her body shaking, trembling, her breathing gasping and uneven as she was jolted by her orgasm. My own orgasm followed, my senses exploding as I emptied myself into her, felt her contracting her cunt muscles, gripping my meat, milking me and I moaned as I came, then collapsed by her side. It took me a couple of minutes to catch my breath. “So what’s the surprise?” I asked. “From a phone conversation we had today, Bob knows about the swinging, but believes that it will take place on Saturday, not tonight. I drove here in your wife’s car, so when Bob gets home in an hour or so, he will be surprised to open the door and find Isabel waiting to be taken and I have arranged it so you and I can watch the whole thing.” Suddenly my limp dick became hard. “Let’s go,” I said to Sally, “This should be interesting.” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. It felt strange, walking around almost naked in Sally’s home, waiting to surprise her husband with an impromtu fuck. It felt strange, but also erotic. I was naked except for a linen robe I had borrowed from Sal that was mid-thigh in length and offered a good view of flesh in the front. I was ready. Totally ready. I had crossed the line with Sally so the line was crossed and all I could do then was let go, live out the wicked dreams of sexual lust with happy enjoyment. Sally and Nick arrived five minutes before Bob. They parked my car around the corner and came in through the pool deck area, where the glass door had been conveniently left open. Nick, Sal and I did some light kissing and hugging, but the lights of the car coming up the driveway announced Bob’s arrival. The master bedroom had a large walk in closet and Nick and Sally hid there, both protected by darkness but able to see the room through the slats on the wood door. The lights in the bedroom were dimmed down to a comfortable, sexy haze. As a precaution against Bob hearing noises coming from the closet, I turned on the stereo system, tuning in a soft, romantic FM station. I heard him come in the house and my heart thumped inside my chest. This was for real, not a dirty conversation or a daydream. This was a real man and a real cock while his wife and my husband looked on. I shivered in fear but felt the warmth between my legs moist with desire. I stood by the bed, waiting, as Bob came near, as he approached the room expecting his wife and finding me... so very ready to be fucked... “Nice music, honey,” he said as he entered the room, “Are you ready?” He stopped and stared, confused at finding me in his bedroom. “I am ready.” “I...eh...where’s Sal?” “Fucking my husband.” “Are you serious?” “This is how serious I am,” I said as I opened the robe, exposing myself, “It will be good, Bob...real good.” I let the robe fall and stood naked in front of him. I cupped my tits in my hands and the fingernails caressed my nipples. Bob was frozen, speechless. “Oh, Bob, it’s okay...It will be real good...I am going to suck your cock dry and ride your meat like a Texas bronco...come here...” He came into my arms and we hugged as our lips met and his hands roamed over my nude flesh. _____________________ ________________________ ______________. There it was, just like in the fantasy, only now it was real. There was my wife in naked splendor being gropped by my friend, his fingers probing between her legs or opening her ass cheeks while she undressed him, her hands undoing his shirt, tie and pants. Sal and I had both undressed in the closet and now we gropped each other in the darkness of the closet without taking our eyes off the wooden slats, where we watched her husband and my wife standing by the bed, both naked, kissing and touching. Isabel went on her knees, one hand stroking Bob’s cock while her mouth engulfed his mushroom head. With her other hand, she grabbed the back of his thighs and guided him back and forth. Bob moaned, threw his head back and clenched his ass as his cock slid in and out of her willing mouth. My prick twitched in Sally’s hand as she stroked me in the closet. I touched her back, my hand massaging her hairy mound as we both continued staring at my wife sucking off her husband. Isabel was sucking Bob’s dick with a flourish, letting it out, licking the sides of his shaft, circling the round cock head with her tongue and then sliding the flesh tube in and out of her mouth, his cock slick with her saliva, her fingernails teasing his balls as she increased the tempo. Isabel made wet sucking sounds as she blew him and he groaned deeply, overwhelmed by her mouth. Isabel turned her head, continuing to suck Bob’s dick, but looking towards the closet door. She looked right into my eyes and moaned. “Are you ready to fuck me, Bob?” she asked, pausing her oral mistrations but still stroking his meat, “Are you ready to stick your big, fat cock into my wet pussy?” “Oh...” Bob gasped, still in awe of the moment, stunned by Isabel’s raw language,“Sure. Yes.” “Come here,” Isabel said as she stretched on the bed, her legs open, “come and fuck me deep, baby, fuck my wet cunt.” Then it happened, before my eyes. His cock vanished between her legs, the thickness inside her as she moaned in delight and pushed up, meeting his thrust. There was my wife, legs wide open, taking Bob’s cock to the hilt, his shaft slick with her wetness. “ Oh, Bob,” she moaned loudly, “let me be your whore… fuck me with your hard cock...yes, grab me hard...use me as fuck toy, Bob....yes, yes, you slam your cock into me…oh, you are so hard and thick….my husband wants to see me get fucked by you, Bob.. he likes it....he likes to see me get fucked by other men....fuck me, Bob....oh yes, fuck my wet cunt... fuck me hard...Fill my cunt with your cum, Bob, fuck me like a whore..." Bob was silent but active, on top of her, pumping his hips to a rhythm of motion, a cadence of penetration and withdrawal and I watched from the closet while Sal stroked my cock and I fingered her. I looked at my wife, legs open, the thick cock sliding into her smooth cunt, her hips bucking against him, fucking back while they frenched kissed, their faces glistening with each other’s juices. They rolled over and she went on top, his cock vanishing into the slit between her legs. This was Isabel, my wife of fifteen years, her nipples hard as they rubbed against my friend’s chest, her chestnut mane of hair twirling around as she rode his meat, bucking and twisting, moaning and talking while Bob gasped and fucked her in amazed silence. ------------------------ ------------------------- Every second was exciting, from sucking him to have him impale me with his fat cock, everything was beyond description. His cock had fucked my mouth well, as I looked towards the closet door. Was Nick playing with himself while his wife sucked a friend’s thick cock? Was Sal playing with my husband as they watched me blow her husband? I licked Bob’s cock with total lust, thrilled at the feeling of a new dick upon my lips. It tasted and smelled different than my husband’s and I enjoyed it, licking the head and shaft while my fingernails caressed his hairy balls. I felt like a whore sucking him and I liked the feeling. I teased him. “Are you ready to fuck me, Bob?” I said “ Are you ready to stick your big, fat cock into my wet pussy?” “Oh...Sure. Yes.” “Come here,” I said as I stretched on the bed, my legs wide, “come and fuck me deep, baby, fuck my wet cunt.” Suddenly, Bob was above me, his weight coming down on me, his thick cock sliding into the wet folds of my cunt. He pumped his hips, pushing his dick deep into me and I responded, grunting with animal pleasure, opening my legs more, feeling his meat lodged tight inside me. "Oh, Bob, fuck me. I am so wet....feels so good…oh yeah…oh…I like…you...enjoy me…" We moved and moaned while our mates watched in secrecy. I thought of my husband looking at me, at Bob on top me, cock inside cunt, his hardness inside me... Sex had never been so erotic or wantonly wicked. I contracted my cunt muscles, squeezing his thickness and he gasped in delight, his tongue flicking out, licking my face. I was loving Bob’s cock inside me. I rolled over, now on top, opened my legs wide and pushed down on his thick head, feeling his hardness inside me. I was filled with lust and the more I talked to Bob the harder his meat became. “Oh, Bob...” I said as I rode him, “you have a horse cock....it feels so warm inside my wet cunt...use me....I’m your fuck toy....fuck me good with that horse cock...oh, Bob you are so hard, so stiff....fuck me good....fuck me nasty with your horse cock, Bob....give it to me... I’m your nasty, cock sucking whore.” ------------------------- ------------------------- In the closet Sal sensed I was coming and went down on her knees, my shaft sliding into her mouth as I came, biting my lip so I would not scream and betray my position. As I exploded in Sally’s mouth I saw my wife and her lover also orgasm. “Oh...Bob!” Isabel screamed, “I’m ....now....you fuck so sweet....with that thick cock...come baby....come to your whore, your fuck toy.... OOOOHHHH!.... OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!” Isabel collapsed on top of Bob. For about two minutes the only thing happening was the sound of the stereo as both bodies were tangled, unmoving on the bed. Sal and I were on our knees, also recuperating from our own orgasmic releases. After a couple of minutes, Bob and Isabel headed for our washroom, which allowed Sally and I to leave the house, dressing in the backyard. “We will come back later,” I whispered to Sal, “and have an orgy. Meanwhile, let’s give them some quality time together.” “Yes,” she answered as we walked towards the car, “let’s take a shower together. I want to soap and play with your balls.” “Sounds good to me,” I said as I patted her ass, “sounds like fun.”