0 comments/ 134542 views/ 21 favorites Sex with Hotwives By: Wpfister Giselle and I married in our early twenties and have led a fairly ordinary existence ever since. We both have a healthy appetite for sex and we're both willing try new things, up to a point. That said, we've had a conventional monogamous relationship. We've managed to keep our marriage pretty interesting for over ten years now. Giselle is even hotter now than when we met in College. She's blonde, fairly tall at 5' 7" and as curvy as a mountain road. She has firm B-cup tits and a great ass below a narrow waist. Giselle was first attracted to me because I looked like a gymnast to her. That's about the only sport I didn't do, but looking like a gymnast got her attention, so it's all good. My real sport was wrestling, and if you look up the state championships in my senior year, you'll see my name, Wayne Robertson. Throughout our marriage we've remained true, though there have been plenty of temptations along the way. It seems like the girls come out of the woodwork when you get married, as if they are attracted by the fact that you are off limits now. And Giselle could fuck anybody she wanted to, no doubt about that. Many men tried and failed. Somehow we managed to stay the course, even though both of us have healthy appetites for sex and new experiences. Over the years we often fantasized about extra-marital sex, possibly swinging. It's hot to talk about it and to play around while discussing who you want to fuck and how. Fantasy and reality are two different things, however. I didn't know if I could handle the reality of another man screaming like Tarzan while cumming in my beautiful wife's sweet little pussy. I really didn't know if I could handle her liking it. But the idea was fine; it definitely puts some wood in the old pecker. It is the shameful secret of many men that they get off on the fantasy of watching their wife get fucked by another man. Let me tell you straight off that I'm no cuckold. I'm not going to jack off while watching some stranger stretch out my wife's ass and I'm certainly not going to eat his cream pie when he's done. To tell the truth, what this whole fantasy was really about in my mind was me getting to fuck another guy's wife. I just knew that Giselle would have to get hers too, or she'd flip out. If you plan to swing you have to deal with the inevitable emotions like jealousy, mistrust and anxiety. There has to be rules that are agreed upon before starting anything. When one party disregards the rules the shit hits the fan. I always figured swapping was fair, more or less. At least you're getting an equal return. To be truly fair, we would have to find a guy that could give Giselle as good a time as I would expect to have. It's harder for women. Men can fuck anything that's close to attractive and have a fantastic orgasm. Women need a desirable man who is a skilled lover to get them off. Most of the time, the fantasy of extra-marital sex revolves around people you know. It's more plausible because it could happen and that's much more interesting than having fantasies about the unobtainable, like movie stars. Everyone knows another couple that you suspect would swing in a heartbeat, if you had the balls to ask them. Giselle and I usually talked about which of our respective friends we'd most like to sample. The names that usually came up were Leslie and Ray. Leslie was a friend of Giselle's from way back and she had married Ray a couple of years ago, second marriage for both. We had plenty of other attractive friends, but very few couples who were attractive to both of us. Whereas I looked like a gymnast to my wife, Leslie really was one. She competed at a high level until a late growth spurt derailed her career. She was too tall and curvy to compete with the tiny little powerhouses that excel at that sport. Leslie still had the muscular body of a gymnast and it really set off her sandy blonde hair and green eyes. Her tits were bigger than Giselle's, a firm 36C. That may have limited her career in sports, but it surely didn't limit the size of the erection I had when I saw her braless in a tight T-shirt, one day. Ray was a thin guy, fairly tall and ropey. He was handsome, in a seventies porn star sort of way. He's a nice enough guy in a way, usually upbeat and telling jokes. But he's a pervert and can sometimes say or do inappropriate things. He doesn't have a filter, which can get interesting. You just can't be sure what will come out of his mouth. I suspected that of all the couples we knew, they were the only ones who would go for swinging, mostly because Ray would do it in the drop of a hat and he'd pressure Leslie to go along with it. I knew why I wanted to fuck Leslie; she was an athletic, curvy, buxom woman who had intelligence and attitude. I just knew she'd be a good fuck. I wasn't sure why Giselle felt that way about Ray. He was cool to hang out with in a strip bar, maybe, but a little off-putting at times. Maybe it was because he had a big dick. I'm a healthy, average sized guy with some girth. Leslie had told Giselle that Ray was long, maybe eight inches, and thick in girth. As far as I know, Giselle had never had a boyfriend with a particularly big dick. They're rarer than you'd think. What if my wife turned out to be a size-queen? That wouldn't bode well for our marriage at all. I don't have a small cock, but if she gets off on the really big meat, then I can't compete. She'd have to keep stepping out on me to get fucked by the big bulls. Would she do it behind my back? I knew it was stupid to be jealous over an imaginary tryst that my wife hadn't had except in her fantasies, but I felt I had reason. Giselle and I had done a little bit of kinky stuff, but I sometimes got the feeling that she was holding back on purpose. I had a theory that Giselle felt that she couldn't get into wild sex with me because it wasn't right to behave like that in marriage. She was a closet prude, in a way. But perhaps she felt she could let her hair down with a guy who meant nothing to her, like Ray. That's just my theory. That bothered me, if true. I hoped I was dead wrong. But it made sense, in a way that only female logic could work. Ray would be a meaningless fling; I am her permanent relationship. What if she wanted to keep her marriage pure, but get into crazy shit on the side? It would be just like a woman to feel that she could fuck interracially, do threesomes or be gang banged all she wants on the side and it doesn't count as long as she "loves" only her husband. It's painful to think about it. I can separate the act of sex from love and deal with it, but there's still a line you shouldn't cross. That's the part of the fantasy of swinging that bugged me. Then one day, out of the blue, Giselle informed me that she and Leslie had been talking and had discovered that they had the same fantasy about swapping with us! She and Leslie had decided that it sounded so good that it was time to take it to the next level. I'd wanted to fuck Leslie for years, but I still wasn't sure how I'd react to seeing Giselle gargle a mouth full of cum from Ray. So I had mixed feelings when Giselle set up a date night with Leslie and Ray. Due to the way our schedules worked, Ray would be taking Giselle out for a date and undoubtedly to fuck her brains out this very Friday, while I would do the same with Leslie on Saturday. That was going to be one tough day, having to wonder what was going on with my wife, and then having to wait a day to get mine. It was also thrilling to consider what might happen on both nights. I'd rather we did it all together, but Giselle and Leslie were not comfortable with group sex. They signed up for swapping, but that was it so far. Friday came, and Ray showed up to take Giselle out. Leslie was working late and spending the night at a friend's apartment near work. That's why we had moved our date to Saturday. I opened the door for Ray, and he shook my hand, and then after a brief, uncomfortable pause, he hugged me. "Don't worry about a thing," he said. "I'll take good care of Giselle. You do the same for me tomorrow, and all of us will have a really good time. It's an experience that you have to get out of your system, you know? You have to see if that's the lifestyle for you or not. If you both like it, there's no turning back!" I nodded my head. "I trust you Ray. Everything's cool. Listen, Giselle is on the pill, but I'd prefer you wear a rubber. I'll leave it up to her, of course, but I want to put that on the table. I'll do the same for you." Ray nodded, still smiling. Maybe he had just a little extra twist at the corner. Giselle came downstairs at that moment, looking like a million dollar call girl. My dick got hard just seeing her. She was in a slinky mini-dress that barely covered her ass. It had plenty of cleavage showing, and almost no back at all. She was wearing my favorite combo of black nylons with seams up the back, and matching garter belt. I was betting that she was going commando tonight. Giselle is unbelievable with no panties on; she has an immaculate Brazilian wax, with perfect, pink labia and a puckered asshole that begs to be eaten. Her pumps were high-heeled, open-toed Ferragamo's. She was perfectly manicured and pedicured. It's not the kind of look that street whores can afford, and not exactly how the world has previously seen my yuppie wife, either. We kissed goodbye, and off she went, leaving me to trust Ray to bring her back alive and healthy. I watched TV to kill time, with butterflies tearing at my stomach. My imagination was probably much worse than the reality. I fretted, and yet at the same time, I was turned on by imagining Ray sucking and fucking my woman. It was an overnighter, and she returned the next morning just before noon. As she straggled into the door, I couldn't help but notice that her stockings were gone, and her dress was wrinkled with signs of cum stains on the chest. Her hair was a fright, and I was sure that I could see dried cum on her hair and neck as well as behind one ear. She looked like she had been rode hard. Ray must be a man of great stamina. She insisted on giving me a peck on the lips, but her breath smelled like a used scumbag and there was a horrible smell on her somewhere. I actually flinched and had to exert self-control to keep from reeling back. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but she smelled strongly of ass. Then I noticed that there was a dark smudge under her nose...oh, no! Could it be what I thought it was? Did that fucker, Ray, give my wife a Dirty Sanchez? What the fuck had gone on last night? If that motherfucker drew a shit mustache on my wife's face, there was going to be hell to pay, him for doing it and her for coming home without washing her damn face! "I was going to ask you how it went," I said sarcastically, "but I can see that you liked it enough to do it all night!" She nodded her head and said she hadn't slept and would tell me about it later, after she took a shower and caught a few winks. I followed her into the bedroom, where she removed her dress. Sure enough, she had no panties. She did have some light bite marks and several hickeys, however. When she turned and walked to the shower, she dropped her watch. She bent over to pick it up, and I could see cum leaking out of her pussy and that her asshole had also taken some rough play. Her rectum was bulging out and swollen to three times its normal size. There was also a little blood on her ass cheeks. She was not that big on anal sex, so Ray was either a talented salesman or a really good fuck! I was not sure if I was very happy about that. The only thing that prevented me from flipping out was the fact that I was going to fuck Ray's wife this very night. And it looked like I really owed the son of a bitch. Obviously, he had three-holed my wife and was less than gentle about it. There was no longer a single orifice that I could call mine alone. We hadn't talked about it, but I had assumed that anal would be reserved for me alone, though we rarely did it. I guess I should have sat down with everyone involved and clarified the rules. So here it was. My once loyal wife was now a "Hotwife." She was now the wet dream of every hot-blooded man in the world; a wife who fucks outside of marriage with her husband's consent. Is there anything hotter in the world? Could you resist fucking another man's wife and then sending her home to hubby with a cunt full of your steaming cum? You know you'd fuck her extra hard to prove that you're the better man. Anyone who knew Giselle fucked around would assume her to be fair game and probably expect me to like it. I didn't like it, so far. I might like it better when I'm not being cuckolded and get to fuck a Hotwife, myself. I guess it does beat being cheated on. It's a small distinction, but picking the guy who gets to nail your wife is better than her going behind your back and fucking strangers. At least I knew the guy, knew he was clean and disease free, and that I'd have his wife for collateral. Giselle toweled off and plopped into bed. I asked her to tell me about her date. "I'm so tired, sweetie," she said. "There's not much to tell. We just stayed at their place and had sex. Nothing crazy went on we just satisfied our curiosity and had some fun living out the fantasy." I was unconvinced. "Did you enjoy Ray's style? Was his dick as big as Leslie says?" "I don't want to talk about it, baby. Ray's dick is really long, but you're still my man. I've got to sleep, Honey." She was sound asleep before her head hit the pillow. As used up as she was, she was still damn sexy. She slept all afternoon and woke up just a couple of hours before it was time for me to go pick up Leslie. She got dressed and got the hell out of the house, like she was supposed to. I had just enough time to change the sheets and prepare the house for my date. I still hadn't heard her story about the night before. I was kind of pissed at Giselle, though I knew damn well that this might happen. I drove over to Ray's house and picked up Leslie. Ray wasn't there. I asked about him, and Leslie said that when she came home this morning, Ray was fucked out and looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. She said he did some boasting about his night with Giselle. Remember, no filter. The dumb bastard had gloated to his own wife about how he hard he'd fucked her best friend! Leslie looked as fantastic as Giselle had, though more restrained. She was wearing a white strapless dress with shadow print tulle. It was knee-length, as opposed to the mini-dress my wife had worn. I wasn't sure what that meant. My wife had dressed like a whore, and Leslie was dressed for a nice evening out. I hoped that it didn't mean that while Giselle had fucked Ray with the wild abandon of a cum slut, I was doomed to missionary sex with a heavy side of guilt from Leslie. To ease my paranoia, she also wore sheer white stockings and a garter belt. That was a better omen. Her shoes were a pair of expensive Jimmy Choos, high-heeled sandals with straps. They were very sexy and I couldn't wait to remove them. We had dinner at a nice restaurant and then went to my place for the inevitable. I was still pissed at Giselle enough to want a chance to even things up. That's what I planned to do, enjoy Leslie as much as she had enjoyed Ray. I poured us some Champagne, from a bottle of well-chilled Cristal that I'd bought just for this occasion. We'd already consumed a bottle of Chateau Margaux with dinner, so the Champagne provided a pleasant buzz and helped ease any tension. It was like a clumsy first date between teenagers, except with money. Soon, I had removed those lovely Jimmy Choos and rubbed her feet. That led to extended kissing. She was good, as good as I'd ever had. She had soft lips that felt wonderful when kissing; I couldn't wait to feel them on my dick. Her tongue was warm and inviting. It was all feeling really good. Soon we were unbuttoning things and she was rubbing my chest and pulling at my belt while I was sucking a nipple and easing a hand into her panties. Yes, she wore panties, unlike my wife, but she had a thong and taking it off was a thrill. I left the stockings on. They were a sexy contrast against her tanned skin. I noticed that she seemed to enjoy playing with my chest and abs. I have a much bigger set of pecs than Ray and my abs are like a wash board. Ray has a six pack because he's skinny, mine is from strength. I was glad to see she appreciated the difference. I picked her up in my arms, walked her up the stairs to the bedroom and set her on the bed. I lay down beside her, and we entwined together, kissing and playing with each other. Her pussy was smooth shaven and wet, and my fingers probed her, finding her clit and applying light pressure, gently circling it. She moaned as we continued to tongue kiss. Her hand was pumping my shaft, slowly. Occasionally, she went down to the balls and massaged them before returning to the dick. This was not going to take long if we kept it up, so it was time to give her pleasure. The room was lit with aroma candles and I could see her gorgeous pussy in front of me as I knelt beside the bed. Her legs were draped over my shoulders as I licked her labia and then the hood of her clit, and then the clit itself. Her juices were flowing and they tasted sweet. She smelled clean and pure. Just eating her was going to be a treat, for both of us. She lay on her back with her legs held high as I licked her clit, alternating between an up and down stroke, like I was painting trim, and then little circles. She moaned and her body shook as she had her first orgasm. I didn't let up at all, just eased the pressure until my tongue was barely touching her. I added a pair of fingers in her vagina, feeling for her G-spot and finding it. She started to moan again, and her hips began to writhe in little circles, matching my tongue. I inserted my pinky in her asshole. It was a gorgeous little rosebud, puckered nicely and pinkish in color rather than purple or brown. I brought her to two more explosive orgasms, the second more powerful than the first. Her body trembled and quivered and she let out a loud series of moans as she came for the third time this evening. I felt her sphincter clenching and releasing spasmodically as the waves of orgasm hit her. My fingers were still busy in her pussy and rectum. My tongue eased her down from the peak of the orgasm to a less heightened state, and her breathing slowly went from gulps to a slow, steady gasping. "Oh my God," she said, "where did you learn to do that? I've never cum like that in my life!" "That's called, 'the shocker.' I'm surprised that Ray hasn't done that to you. Giselle loves it." It was good to know that Ray had never taken his wife to the place that I'd just taken her. After the damage he'd done to my wife's asshole, I wanted his wife to want me. I wanted her to think about me when he fucked her. Maybe even call out my name. I smiled, face glistening with her juices. "I love eating pussy more than getting a blow job," I said. She gave me a doubting look, as I went on. "I've been waiting over ten years to taste you, and it was worth it." She laughed and took my cock in her hand, bending down to administer a serious of licks up and down the vein on the underside of the shaft. Then she sucked nearly my entire ball sack into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I moaned and watched her at work. She really did have the softest lips I'd ever felt. When my balls were sufficiently swollen, she sucked my cock down her throat for a few strokes, and then stroked the shaft with her hand while sucking and licking the head, alternating between the two styles. Her other hand kneaded my balls like pizza dough. I felt my balls tightening up as I neared orgasm, and tried to warn her so she could finish me with her hands. But she shook her head no. Instead, she swallowed every squirt, milking me until my cock was limp, greedily pumping my dick and squeezing my sack to get the last drops. I'd never had a hotter blow job. Sex with Hotwives Part of knowing how to fuck a woman is to know when to back off and let her rest. After three screaming climaxes, Leslie needed a rest or her body would rebel. I needed a recharge as well after draining my balls into her mouth. I had set a bucket of ice with a second bottle of Cristal and a pair of Champagne flutes in the bedroom just for this time. We lay on our sides facing each other and drinking the Cristal. I had known Leslie for as long as I'd known Giselle. They've been friends since grade school and she's always been around. I wanted her to feel like I was her friend as well, not just a fuck toy. "I'm glad we got to do this," she said. "I was really surprised when Giselle brought up the idea of swapping. I didn't know she had any interest in Ray, but whatever. I've always wanted to drag you away and fuck you silly, but Giselle is my best friend! I've always thought she was a lucky bitch to have found you first." It was interesting that Giselle was the one who put the idea of swapping into Leslie's head. She had made it sound like Leslie brought it up. "Les, if you want to drag me off you won't get any resistance from me. I love Giselle, but it's been hard to keep my hands off of you all these years." She dabbed her finger in the Champagne and rubbed it on my nipples, and then began licking them. "You know, I never thought I'd say this to a man, but you have a beautiful body. But what I really like about you is the way you treat a lady, Wayne. The dinner was lovely, the candles are sexy, and the Champagne is perfect. It would be easy to fall for you, big boy." She lay back and spread her legs, revealing her wet and perfect pussy. "It's time for you to fuck me, sailor!" "Do you want me to wear a Jimmy Hat? I promised Ray I'd use one if you preferred..." "Oh hell no," she said. "I had to change the sheets this afternoon, and I can guarantee you that Giselle did not make Ray wear a condom! They made a nasty fucking mess of the place! I probably shouldn't tell you, but there were cum stains, blood stains and shit stains all over the sheets. I think he ass fucked her too hard and they ruined the linen. I threw the sheets out. I didn't know Giselle even went for anal. She's always seemed against it. Now I kind of want to get even and make that bitch clean up my mess!" I laughed heartily, though the fact that my wife's ass had been ravaged was bothering me. "Les, you are the Boom Ting of wives' best friends! We should have done this ten years ago!" "I had nothing to trade, back then! My first husband was a stiff in every way but the good one. Now get to work!" It wasn't work in any form. It was pure pleasure. Leslie had a vagina that matched the rest of her muscular body. It fairly rippled with strength and vitality, and I felt it squeezing me. I've fucked any number of women's asses that weren't this tight. Her gymnast's training served her well, as she was as flexible as Gumby. We fucked in several positions, but she finished me by pulling her ankles behind her head and giving me total, unrestricted access to her beautiful box. I went as deep as I could, feeling my balls slapping against her, and used my thumb to simultaneously rub her clit. She came again before I finally emptied my sack deep within her. "Oh my God, that was good!" she said. "Please tell me you can go twice in one night!" "Les, I know I can go twice with you! That was fantastic! If your prick of a husband treats you the way he treated my wife last night, he doesn't fucking deserve you!" I went straight down and ate her pussy again, despite having just filled her with a tremendous load. I worked her for another orgasm before relenting. My dick was standing up like a flag pole already. It normally took me longer to recuperate, but I was so turned on that I had the recuperative power of a teenager. I rolled over on my back and she went into Cowboy position and rode me like a mechanical bull. I loved watching her tits bounce as she smoothly rode up and down my cock. She reached back with her hand and grabbed my balls, massaging them as we bucked. I was drained from having two previous orgasms or I would have cum immediately, but luckily, I was able to go this way for almost an hour before I popped once again. When kissed and petted afterwards, but we were both exhausted and soon fell asleep. In the morning, we went right back at it. We did a 69 and then fucked doggy style for a while and finished with straight missionary. She let me cap the affair by turning on her belly and telling me to fuck her in the ass. It was a nice gesture. She said she knew that Ray had butt-fucked Giselle harder than necessary and she didn't want me to feel resentful or short-changed. Few women really like ass sex. Let's face it, it hurts. Giselle seldom let me fuck her that way. But Leslie was special. I used plenty of K-Y and gently worked my fingers into her sphincter one at a time, until I had three fingers buried in her. She moaned and rubbed her clit while I finger fucked her asshole. When I felt that she was relaxed and stretched enough, I removed my fingers and placed the head of my dick against her puckered little rosebud. I rubbed it up and down her ass crack, pushing it against her sphincter and pulling away, applying a little more pressure each time. Then her asshole swallowed the head of my dick, and she gasped. I kept still, trying not to hurt her. "Relax, baby. Don't tense up. Don't try to squeeze your asshole when I push it in, squeeze only as I'm going out...that's it...that's it, baby. Relax as it goes in, squeeze as it goes out...oh, yeah..." My cock was easing into her, inch by inch. The rectum is not straight like a vagina, and you have to be careful when you stick a stiff dick in there. Most men don't get that. With each stroke I went in a little deeper. Finally, I buried my dick in her rectum, right to the hilt. Her knees buckled a bit and her breathing was rough, but she wasn't in pain. "This takes a little getting used," she said. "I don't let Ray fuck me there. That's why he's so crazy to butt-fuck Giselle. He's too rough. He has a long dick and he doesn't know how to work into this without tearing me up. I guess she can take more pain than me. You're so much better at this than he is...you care about whether I'm enjoying it...he only worries about himself. Ohhh, that's actually pretty nice. It doesn't hurt, there's just a really nice pressure. I feel like I'm filled up. It felt like I needed to shit at first, but once you were all the way in, it felt nice..." She had no idea how nice it felt. It was like a velvet sleeve wrapped around my dick. She was tight and hot inside and I could feel every bump and ripple inside her bowels as I slowly slid in and out of her. I reached around her waist and found her clit, loving it with my fingers, tenderly circling it and squeezing it. She began to move her hips into me as I picked up the pace. Her knees and arms were shaking now as she felt herself going weak from being impaled on my member. Without removing my cock, I eased her onto her belly to relieve the pressure from her limbs. Then I took one leg and turned her over, dick still buried inside her anus. We were facing each other now. I began to fuck her harder now, licking her nipples and rubbing her clit. I pulled off her sexy white stockings and shrimped her toes. I was building up to orgasm now. I kissed her hard, our tongues fucking in our mouths. She started to tremble uncontrollably, and to her surprise, she began to cum. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Oh, shit...Oh, God, I'm cumming so hard! Ahhh!" I kept fingering her clit madly as she came in waves, lasting for over a minute. As soon as the last wave subsided, her body all but collapsed into the mattress. Her eyes were rolled up in her head and she was moaning but not talking. Her body had relaxed so completely that I could now fuck her harder and faster without resistance. I felt my rock-hard balls slapping against her ass, each slap bringing me nearing to orgasm. Finally, I busted my nut deep in her bowels, my dick pulsing with one squirt after another. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt. She let me keep my cock in her ass even as it went soft. The tightness of her rectum kept it in place. We lay there for some time, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. It was a great fuck, maybe the best. She broke the silence first. "I didn't think it was possible to cum while getting ass-fucked! It was so weird. I came because you were working my clit, but having that pressure in my ass made it the hardest, longest orgasm of my life! I didn't think I'd ever become an anal queen, but I think I want you to fuck me in the ass again sometime! I don't know if it was because you're so good at this, or if it's the thrill of extra-marital sex or because it's so nasty to be sodomized! And I don't care! I just want to feel like this again!" "Just try and stop me!" I said. "After tasting that, there's no going back. Oh, baby, that was like shooting up heroin. I'm going to be chasing that first high again for the rest of my life!" I looked down at my dick and saw that there were traces of fecal matter. We hadn't planned to have anal, so there was no chance to give her an enema first. I grabbed the top sheet and began wiping off my dick. Leslie looked at me like I was crazy. "It's Giselle's turn to change the sheets," I said. "You cleaned her mess, she can clean yours." We lay together, giggling and talking like old lovers for an hour. Finally, we showered and I took her home. On the way back to her house she said, "Wayne, I'm sorry about what Ray did. I mean, I know he fucked Giselle ruthlessly, and then gave her a Dirty Sanchez. That's his idea of a practical joke. He thought it would be really funny if Giselle kissed you hello with shit on her upper lip. I apologize for that. I would have stopped it if I had been there when he did it. He told me about it later, and I got pretty pissed off. He didn't understand why." I nodded. I knew it was something like that. "What I don't understand is why Giselle allowed him to degrade her like that. But I'd rather talk about you, right now. You're a Hotwife, now. It's official! There's nothing more exciting than having sex with a Hotwife, I can now testify to that! Do you realize how many men would line up for a chance to make love to a gorgeous Hotwife? The line would start two states over!" She laughed, but there was also sadness in her eyes. "Are you okay with Giselle fucking another man? I don't mean Ray, specifically, just another man? Are you gonna be okay with it? Giselle is my best friend and I love her. I'd like to hog you for myself, but you're still her husband and I don't want to be partly responsible for ruining that." "It takes some getting used to," I said. "It didn't go the way I thought it would. I guess I feel left out because I wasn't there and it I think it got too rough. I'd feel better if we had group sex in the same room, you know? Just because you can watch each other and make sure it's okay. I think it might be sexy to watch Giselle get fucked by another man, but having her do it without me present, and then not even talking about it, that's leaving me to imagine what happened. And that's much worse than seeing it." "I'll talk to her," she said. "I'll try to get her to agree to group sex instead of swapping like this." "You're the best, Leslie. You're sweet for doing that for me. Thank you." She leaned her head on my shoulder and we were silent the rest of the way. We had a couple more swap dates over the next month, this time trading wives on the same night and trading back the next day. That was an improvement, since making love to Leslie kept me from conjuring up horrible images of what my wife was doing with Ray. Still, I got her back in worse shape each time. I was having sex with my wife during this time, but not very often as it took her several days to heal after a session with Ray. The resentment that was festering was making our sex more like a fight. I fucked her hard, and she seemed bored. Blow jobs were a chore now, and anal was absolutely out of the question, though clearly not for Ray. For me, she was 'too sore.' It was obvious that neither of us was enjoying having sex with each other anymore. I was fucking my wife but making love to Leslie. Just the opposite of how this was supposed to go. Swinging was supposed to make sex with your wife exciting again, and better than ever. Well, the sex with Ray's wife was fantastic, but with my own wife, it was circling the drain. After the last swap date, Giselle wasn't interested in sex for a week. I finally had to come out and confront her about it. "Giselle," I said sharply. "You won't tell me what you and Ray do together, but I'm not blind. Look at your body. You have bite marks, bruises and hickeys all over you. They show, Giselle. People talk, and they see that. They either think I've suddenly turned into a beast, or you're screwing around on me. That's embarrassing for both of us." She looked at me for a second with a little anger in her eyes, but quickly turned away. "Just let it go, Wayne. I'm not doing anything wrong and no one's getting hurt. I just don't want to talk about it with you." "That's what I'm talking about! Do you think the mystery is helping? I can only guess what you're doing by looking at you. And I see that your pussy is swollen and your labia and clitoris are distended. That's not normal, Giselle. And that's just for starters! Take your hand mirror and put it between your legs! Look at your asshole! Your sphincter is swollen and your rectum is protruding like someone pulled a fist out of there! Just how big is Ray's cock? Don't you see what it's doing to your body?" "Wayne, I don't want to talk about this to you. You're my husband. What we have is sacred and I love only you. I don't love Ray. Isn't that enough? Why do you need to destroy that?" "Tell me the truth, Giselle. I won't keep doing this until you tell me what's going on! If you don't, I'll put an end to the swapping. If you keep seeing Ray, it's over between us." She started to cry and swung at me blindly, hitting me repeatedly in the arm and shoulder. She couldn't hurt me, so I just stood there. The real pain was seeing her become Ray's fuck toy right before my eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you, Giselle? I can stand here and tell you exactly what happens between Leslie and me. Why can't you do the same? Are you ashamed? What are you hiding? Let me make this clear to you. I said we could do this because it would be done with mutual consent and knowledge of all four people involved. But when you have secrets, then you aren't really just swinging anymore. You're cheating. You're cheating on me when you have secrets that I'm not allowed to know about. Can't you see that?" "Fine," she screeched at me. "If you have to know what happens, fine. I'll tell you. But don't blame me if you don't like it." "Okay, I'll live with it. Start talking." She stopped weeping in surprise. I think up to now she still clung to the hope that I'd leave her alone. She said nothing for a while, but she knew I wasn't backing down on this. "Ray and I are doing things that you and I haven't done together. It's nothing more than an outlet to vent my curiosity and to experiment. Don't get pissed off at me! I can see it in your face! You have no right! We are married! I can't let you demean our marriage by doing things that only whores and sluts do! I can't have you think of me as a nothing but a slutty piece of ass! Don't you get that? We're going to have kids someday, how can I allow my husband to think of his children's mother as a nasty whore?" "I don't love Ray. I use him to satisfy the urges that I have without sullying our marriage, don't you see that? I'm doing this out of love for you!" "You crazy bitch!" I exclaimed. Her eyes went wide with surprise and anger. "You can't let me demean our marriage by asking you for decent sex, but you think it's okay to be Ray's whore! We're swapping partners for Christ's sake! Is that somehow better than having kinky sex with your own husband? Good God, don't you understand that nothing we can do together is frowned on by society as much as fucking people outside of marriage? Don't you get it?" Then it hit me. "You've had sex with Ray more that the three times we've swapped, haven't you?" She backed away from me like she was afraid I'd hit her. "I've...I've seen Ray a few times...I don't see what you're so mad about..." I was beyond mad now. It was so ludicrous that I could do only one thing. I laughed. I laughed so hard that I almost couldn't breath. That took Giselle's confusion to a new level. "What is so God damned funny, Wayne? What is wrong with you?" "Oh shit," I giggled. My whole body was heaving with laughter even as I tried to tamp it down. "Where the fuck were you on the day they taught logic in school? Let me get this straight. You actually thought that I would consider you a whore for having kinky sex with me, but that I wouldn't have such an opinion if you let Ray paint your face with his shitty dick!" I was unable to stop laughing. "You just demeaned our marriage worse than I ever could. It's pretty much fucked up, at this point." I finally got the laughing under control. The anger was returning. "So you admit that you and Ray are cheating on Leslie and me. You admit that you are seeing him outside of our arrangement, behind Leslie's back and my back, and that you committing sexual acts that you won't do for your husband, whom you profess to love." "Well, here's the deal, Giselle. You fuck behind my back again and you better go pack your bags. I'm not sure why I don't kick your ass out right now, to be honest. It's all but impossible to respect myself if I don't divorce you right now, but I'm giving you one more chance against my better judgment. Tell me the truth about you and Ray." "How can you talk to me like this," she wept. "I don't understand you anymore..." She eventually composed herself when she realized that I meant it. "You want to know, fine. I tried to do the right thing, but you're hell bent on screwing it up. Ray has a very large penis. It's much bigger than yours. I never feel like your penis is small, that's not an issue. I just like the feel of a really large penis in me. It fills me and gives me an enjoyment that I've come to crave. Ray likes to penetrate me anally. It's very painful at first, but he really loves it and I've come to enjoy it as well. It hurts when he enters me, but then it begins to feel really good. He likes to have me lick his ass and suck his balls, and he licks my ass. Sometimes, he penetrates me with his hand." "He's fist fucking you? Oh, Jesus Christ!" "You make it sound so dirty!" she snarled. "It's not like that! We just make each other feel good. It's not harming anybody! We don't love each other!" I'd heard enough. "Here's how it's going to go. No more swap dates. You don't ever see Ray again without me being present. We will have group sex here at our house or at their's, all four of us in the same room. That's the only way I'm going to trust you or Ray, ever again. Anything you do with him, you better do it with me. If you can't bring yourself to do it with me, then you cut Ray off as well. If you break those simple rules, we're done, Giselle." Her mouth open and closed, but she couldn't get the words out. Finally, she said, "Leslie won't agree to group sex. We'll have to keep going the way it is." "I've already spoken to Leslie and she not only agreed to group sex, but I know that she asked you to agree to it as well. You're a liar, Giselle, I've caught you again. That was the last time. No more lies." And so we set a date for a night of group sex. Ray was fine with it, surprisingly. Or maybe I shouldn't be surprised. Ray probably wanted to make me watch him rip up my wife's ass with his big cock. It was only Giselle who was ashamed to be seen. I really wasn't sure why I didn't kick Giselle out and end it. I can only guess that I had come to cherish my time with Leslie so much, that I was allowing Giselle and Ray to humiliate us in order to be with her. Sex with Hotwives Leslie had survived one bad marriage already, so she seemed resigned to living with this situation. I had never been treated like this. I had loved Giselle for over ten years and that was real. Now, I could barely stand to look at her. Ray and Leslie came over at the appointed hour, and despite the strain in the air, we had a few drinks and started to loosen up. This was a new format, so everyone seemed to be waiting for someone to take the lead. I started by setting down my drink and removing Giselle's blouse. I just figured it was good form to start with your own wife. She wore no bra. I started sucking on her tits. Ray moved not towards his wife, but over to us. He pulled Giselle's skirt down, to reveal that she was not wearing panties. His fingers went straight into her cunt. He looked up at me with a leer. As Ray knelt down and began licking Giselle's ass and pussy, I removed my pants and pulled her head down to my cock. She reluctantly took it in her mouth and gave me a perfunctory knob polishing. I have to admit that watching Ray eat my wife's willing pussy was super hot. This was the kind of thing I had envisioned when this all started. It's like watching porn starring your wife. I pulled Leslie to me and kissed her deeply. I felt her warmth. Even with just a kiss, she gave herself to me. There was a bond here, and trust. Ray turned around and positioned himself against the wall as if about to be searched by the police. Giselle spit out my cock and went for his asshole like it was leaking honey. She forced her face into the cleft of his ass and tongued his dirt hole ravenously. Her hand snaked between his legs and she began jerking him off. It obviously wasn't the first time! She had never tossed my salad in all these years. Leslie was now between my legs giving me gentle head. She scraped her teeth lightly across my shaft knowing that I liked her to T-bone me a little. I shivered as she delivered her usual high-quality cock sucking. She did something new, however, and pushed a finger deep into my asshole. I felt her massaging my prostate as she sucked me and with her free hand, she worked my balls. All the while, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Ray and my lovely bitch of a wife. Ray was now standing in front of her and she was on her knees before him. He held his huge cock with one hand and waved it around her face. She was actually following the path of his cock with her mouth, trying to get her greedy lips on it, but he was teasing her. He let her have a couple of sucks, and then pulled it out and slapped her face several times with his saliva-covered dick. Then, a few more sucks, and slap! I couldn't believe that the same woman who made a speech to me about demeaning sex acts was now being slapped around by a wet penis slicked-up with her own spit. I moved Leslie over to the couch and set her on the big cushioned arm rest. I knelt down and licked her pussy, which tasted clean and wonderful. I did the shocker again, and she had her first orgasm of the night. She was doing what I had been doing, watching the Ray and Giselle show. She did a play by play as I licked her, since I couldn't see. "Oh my God, he's face-fucking her so hard he's gonna knock some teeth out! I think he just came in her mouth! She's coming over here!" Giselle stood by my side. She reached down and pulled my head up. I stood up and she kissed me. I swear I could smell Ray on her breath. I resisted a little, but she reached down and pulled on my balls, stiffening my cock to full attention. Her tongue slid out and forced my mouth open, and she opened her mouth and covered mine. Her hand moved to my face, pinching my nose as she flicked her tongue and deposited Ray's entire load of steaming hot cum in my mouth. With my nose pinched and mouth covered, I swallowed reflexively. The fucking bitch had snowballed me! She forced me to swallow her lover's jizm! I pushed her away, hard. "You fucking bitch!" I ranted. "Enjoy it while you can. You just pushed me too far." "Jesus, Wayne," she said with a contemptuous look. "It's just a fucking joke, lighten up! What the hell is wrong with you? You used to be fun!" She let go of my balls and turned to Leslie. "Here, you fuck him. Maybe that will loosen him up." She went back to Ray and leaned over a chair to give him access as he rammed his meat into her cunt. She moaned extra loud for my benefit, screaming that Ray was the best fuck she'd ever had, and begging him to fuck her harder with his big dick. Leslie held me back. She knew I was about to commit violence. "Wayne, don't do it, it's not worth it. Please...let's go. Anywhere you want, but let's leave. I don't think I ever want to see them again." "Les, I can't leave yet. I can't walk out after what she and Ray have done. I promise I won't kill them...yet. Give me a little time to think of a way to even the score, and then we'll go. But if I just turn the other cheek, I'll never forgive myself." Meanwhile, Ray was in Giselle's ass again. I could see her rectum being pulled out through her sphincter with each stroke. He was way too big to be pounding her ass like that. Somehow, she was enjoying it. She was having orgasm after orgasm. I held Les and felt my temper subsiding in her arms. Weird as things had gotten, I was still horny for Leslie. I entered her and felt the tension dissolving. I glanced over at Ray and Giselle again. Ray had plugged his own finger into his ass, and then whipped it out and stuck it in Giselle's mouth, screaming, "Rusty Fishhook!" as he wiggled the finger in her cheek. Giselle made a show of sucking the dirty finger like it was a cock. After a few more strokes, he pulled out, revealing a shit-covered dick. Apparently, they had not discovered enemas yet. Leslie had one before each swap since our first impromptu anal session. Once again, Ray grabbed her hair and yanked her head around. Her mouth opened to accept his shitty dick, but he smeared it across her lip instead. He'd done it again! "Dirty Sanchez!" he screamed in delight. Giselle began laughing like a hyena. It looked awful, absolutely bizarre. My wife of ten plus years was laughing insanely with a shit mustache drawn clearly across her face. Ray had turned her into a complete slut. But it gave me an idea. Ray went right back into her ass for a few strokes, then pulled out and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked him aggressively, with lust. He pulled out and fucked her ass again. They went ass to mouth and back again over and over, as depraved as they could get. I never thought I'd see the woman I married doing a Hot Karl with another man, but this was an evening of discovery. I kissed Leslie and pulled out of her sweet pussy. "I'll be right back, baby," I whispered in her ear. I walked over behind Ray, but they were too wrapped up in their debauchery to notice. As I got close, I jacked myself off until I had a full-on erection. I grabbed Ray's Vaseline, which was sitting on the table beside him, and lubed up the head of my dick. Then I stepped up and in one firm motion, rammed my cock straight into his ass! Ray let out a loud, "Whooop!" and squirmed beneath me, trying to shake my dick out of his rectum. I was too strong for him. I leaned forward to force him deeper into Giselle's asshole, and used my hips to ram into his ass and force him to ram Giselle's. We were one big happy family, now. I looked at Leslie, and she was on the floor laughing. Tears came out of her eyes as she guffawed at the sight. My face lit up in a smile as well. Ray was not smiling, he was screeching at me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get the fuck off of me, you fucking faggot! Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh, shit, that hurts! Get off me, motherfucker!" "Ever had a Lucky Pierre before, Ray?" I asked. I kept hammering away in his rectum, never relenting an inch. I was bottoming out; every inch was inside his nasty ass. If you close your eyes, it felt much the same as a woman, but Ray's ass was a lot hairier, and it wasn't really sexy at all. It was the power that kept me hard, not the sex. I owned the little fucker now. He was my bitch. Giselle was being crushed under our weight, but she managed to huff out a question between gasps of breath. "What's a Lucky Pierre? What are you doing, Wayne?" "Ray is Lucky Pierre," I said. "Lucky Pierre is a guy who is fucking an ass while getting fucked in the ass at the same time! Always wanted to try it, but you need a whore and a man-bitch to do it!" Ray had stopped resisting me and had started moaning and actually pushing back against my dick. At the same time he was intensely ramming Giselle and pinching her nipples. I could actually feel his balls swelling up as I plunged ruthlessly in and out of his bleeding asshole. The only thing that excited me besides dominating Ray was watching my wife get violently fucked in the ass. It shouldn't turn me on, but it did. Giselle went over the top first, screaming out in orgasm and writhing like a snake. Ray followed soon after, shooting spurt after spurt into Giselle. She was stuck in place, unable to move and getting sore as Ray's dick remained semi-hard in her ass as I banged like an ape into both of them. Leslie came up behind me and slid two fingers deep into my ass and milked my prostate. She squeezed my sack with her other hand, and with her help, I shot my load into Rays' ruined rectum, deep into his bowels. He needed a taste of his own bitter medicine, but oddly, I think he was enjoying it now. As I removed my shit-covered dick from Ray's gaping asshole, Les stuck her ass-fingers into Ray's mouth and screamed, "Rusty Fishhook!" at the top of her lungs. She and I laughed hard. As Ray dropped to the floor, half out of his senses, he bellowed, "You raped me, you motherfucker! I could have you arrested! You're a fucking fag!" I kicked him and he howled like an animal. Ray was still blubbering on the floor, but now he was talking again. "You can't get away with this, you fucker...I'll kill you!" I looked down at him, with his long dick trailing between his legs and his ropey asshole still gaping from my assault. "You're just asking for more, Ray. You need to learn when to shut your face." Leslie and I cleaned ourselves up and then tossed some clothes on Ray and Giselle and drove them over to Ray's house. We dumped them in the bedroom together, and left them there to sleep it off. Leslie packed her things and we left for my house. Since that night, Leslie has become my main love. She lives here at my house now, and she's filing papers to divorce Ray. I make love with her tenderly, though she can be plenty kinky and we hold nothing back. I was pissed at Giselle and didn't let her in the house for a week. She stayed with Ray but soon got tired of his sick and selfish demands. She came back and begged me to take her back, and sealed the deal with the nastiest fucking I've ever received. She's over her bizarre idea that you can't have dirty sex with your own husband. I read her the rules this time. Number one is that she cannot humiliate me or degrade herself with other men. If she wants to have nasty sex, it's me or the highway. Leslie doesn't mind. I'm still married to Giselle, even if she is a cum slut. Leslie is happy to get the love and not have to deal with Ray. Giselle has also found a bi-sexual side to herself and has been performing cunnilingus on Leslie. Les is not into returning the favor yet, but she's a good sport and we do threesomes pretty regularly. I like having two wives, frankly. The only part that didn't end so happily for me is Ray. He didn't follow through on his threats of revenge, and I knew he wouldn't. But he keeps calling me. He's been hinting that he'd like a repeat performance. The little punk wants me to ass fuck him again. Nothing against it, but I'm just not into man sex. I did it for revenge and I don't crave another go. I must have done a good job, though. Ray's just going to have to troll the internet and see if he can find some leathered-up motorcycle freak to satisfy his needs.