33 comments/ 177460 views/ 97 favorites Swapping Husbands Ch. 01 By: mike2110 "Does Ryan always come when you blow him?" The question between girlfriends spoke as much to their growing comfortableness with each other as it did to the amount of wine they had consumed that night. The girls had only known each other for a year, since Brennon moved to town with her husband Ryan. Kathy's husband, Greg, had been Ryan's friend for years before Ryan left town for a job. By the time Ryan was able to finagle a transfer back, he brought his new bride to town with him, and Brennon and Kathy had hit things off well. The two couples spent many evenings together, and while the boys paired off, the girls were left to develop a friendship. The girls both laughed loudly at the out of the blue question, but once the laughter died off Kathy tried restating it: "I mean, if you give a Ryan a blow job, does he come just from the blow job, or is it just, like, foreplay to something else?" There was a little giggle afterward, but much more nervous, as Brennon realized it was a serious question and Kathy realized what a strange direction she had taken their conversation in. Brennon set her wine glass down, and answered the question tentatively: "Umm, usually, I guess. Like, sometimes, we're just fooling around for foreplay, but most of the time it's when we don't have time for sex or I'm not really in the mood, so I just do it as kind of a favor." Kathy was listening to Brennon with rapt attention, like she was a listening in on a secret she wasn't supposed to know. "Do you mean does he come in my mouth?" continued Brennon, searching for a clue as to where this question was coming from. "I mean, usually, but I don't mind it, and it keeps from making a mess on my clothes or hair." Both girls were normally very reserved, and both realizing their mutual unease with the topic opted to top off their wine glasses. Just as Brennon began to think it was a one-off truth-or-dare type question, Kathy kept the topic going: "Oh, so you sometimes just give him a blow-job. That's what I was curious about." "Yeah," continued Brennon, "probably about half the time we do anything it's just a quick blow job." Brennon noticed Kathy's mixed look of surprise and dismay. "Why, does Greg only want blow jobs?" "Far from it. He almost never asks for them, usually its sex, or both of us playing together." "Well, Ryan never really ASKS for them outright, he knows he needs to be a bit more subtle than that." Brennon was starting to look a bit more confident with the conversation. "He usually just lets me know that he's in the mood for something, and then I decide what I feel like doing. Sex is nice, but I don't always have time, so a 5 minute blow job can work for both of us!" "5 minutes!" Kathy exclaimed with apparent surprise. "God, the few times when Greg has come from a blow job, it seems like it takes half an hour. My jaw is sore just thinking about it. I think I just don't know how to give a blow job." Brennon saw Kathy's face change from excited to disappointed while she was talking. "Some guys just don't get into blow jobs, I'm sure it's not your fault. I had a boyfriend for a few months who couldn't seem to come from anything but his own fist." "But Greg comes so easily from other things. I just wish I could give a good blow job." "Have you ever had a problem with other guys?" asked Brennon. "Well, Greg was my first, so I've never had anyone else to compare to." Brennon chuckled before taking another sip of wine. "You should try Ryan, he seems to come before I even get started. Sometimes I wish it was a challenge." It was Kathy's turn to laugh. "Well if you're ever looking for a challenge you don't have to look any further than the one in Greg's pants." They laughed together at this, again topping off their wine glasses. "Still, I just wish I knew. I feel like I have no idea what works, and what doesn't. Greg tries to make suggestions, but he doesn't seem to react to things, so I'm not sure. If I only could go back in time, I would've experimented on some guys just to know what I'm doing." Seeing the look of disappointment return to Kathy's face, Brennon tried to comfort her. "Does it really bother you that much? You said you have fun in other ways, right?" "Yeah, we do," continued Kathy, "but it's just Greg is always so thoughtful, making sure I'm satisfied, I just feel like I can't repay the favor. Now whenever I just get started trying to give him a blow job, I get nervous that I don't know what I'm doing, and the self-doubt gives me stage fright." "If it's just some self-confidence you need, you should just give Ryan a blow job some time, you'll have a whole mouth-load of self confidence in a couple minutes flat," Brennon said dryly, meaning it as a joke. However, by this time the wine was affecting Kathy's ability to read her friend's intentions. "I'd give it a try if you think it would work, but I can't imagine how hurt Greg would be if his best friend is getting blow jobs from me when doesn't get them." Assuming the joke was still continuing, Brennon replied "He can't get jealous if I'm busy sucking his cock." At this point both girls laughed loudly again at Brennon's uncharacteristic language. But when the laughter died a bit and the silence lingered a bit too long, it was obvious that both girls were actually contemplating the suggestion. Kathy finally broke the silence, more seriously but shyly, "Could you possibly even really consider that? Giving a blow job to someone other than your husband?" Brennon seemed to have already asked herself that. "Sure, it's just a blow job, it's not like we're making love. Heck, guys are so simple minded when it comes to the bedroom. It's like scratching a dog's belly. They don't care who's doing it, they just like the feeling." "And you'd be OK with someone else blowing Ryan?" "Well not with anyone. But if it helps a friend in need. And to be honest, it kind of turns me on, the idea of trying to give Greg a blow job," Brennon said. Both girls were leaning in together now, talking in lower tones, clearly feeling like they were doing something that needed to be kept secret, just between them. "I think this must be some wine, because now I'm picturing it, and it doesn't seem like such a big deal. Do you think the boys would be willing? Would they try to take things too far," Kathy asked, showing that she was actively trying to assuage her doubts. "I think they'd be willing in a heartbeat," Brennon thought out loud. "If I say to Ryan 'You can get a blow job from Kathy, but you can't take things any further than that', what's he going to say? No?" "You may be onto something. I think Greg would take some reassuring that I mean it seriously, but I bet he'd jump at the chance. He thinks he's being all sneaky, but I've seen him staring at your tits and ass at times while we're hanging out. I bet he's thought about a blow job from you before." "Hey Kathy, you about ready to head home?" Greg called from inside the house. Both girls were startled, as if caught by parents, as they were quickly jerked back to reality. Kathy called in that she'd be ready in a few minutes. The girls looked each other in the eyes nervously. Brennon said in a whisper "What are you think? Are you going to say something to Greg?" "I need to see if it still seems like a good idea when I sober up in the morning. What about you?" "I'm sure Ryan will want to mess around after you guys leave, so I may say something tonight. He likes me to talk dirty in bed. I bet he'd get turned on if I mention that Kathy was talking about sucking on his cock. But I'll need to bring it up again in the morning, though, so he knows it's not just playing around." The girls cleaned up and said their good nights, with non-specific plans to catch-up soon. -------------------------------------- The next morning, Kathy woke up with a bit of a head-ache, but an even greater wonder over what she and Brennon had discussed the night before. Had she really agreed that she would give a blow job to her friend's husband? That she would let her husband get a blow job from her friend? Though wracked by worry -- that Brennon would be upset when she woke up, that somehow everyone would blame her for trying to break-up two marriages -- she found herself considering the idea. Ryan was taller, skinnier than her husband, with floppy hair on his head. Though she had never really thought about him in that way before, she could picture herself holding his penis in her hand, leaning forward, tasting, licking . . . No! What was she doing? She had to control herself, keep from taking things further than they had already gone. As she dragged herself out of bed, and down the stairs, she found Greg had already prepared some breakfast, and was starting his day. "Mornin', beautiful, how you feeling?" Greg asked. "A little groggy, but not too bad. More hungry than anything. Are these eggs for me?" "Yeah, dig in." Greg returned to working on his laptop, while Kathy prepared a plate for herself, and sat at the table. While eating she looked up at her husband, sitting in the next room with his computer on his lap. Greg was about six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a pretty muscular build. As he sat there typing, Kathy's mind wandered. Looking at him on the couch, she pictured Brennon walking in and kneeling in front of Greg. She pictured Brennon opening his pants, and pulling him out. Stroking him gently while she stared in his eyes, then lowering her mouth over. . . "You need a hand under the table there?" Greg's joke pulled her back to reality quickly, and she realized she had let her hand linger over the thin material covering her pussy. Before she could think of a response, Greg was off of the couch, coming over to her. "If you're done eating, I have something else I may be able to interest you in," Greg said, rubbing her shoulders. Kathy could feel his growing member against her back, and got up to return her husband's intentions. They made their way up to the bedroom, and before she could make a move, Greg had her on her back and her panties on the floor, as he began eating her pussy. The feelings he was stirring in her pussy were driving her crazy, but were also reminding her that she hadn't figured out yet how to repay him for his generosity. As Greg started sliding a finger between her moistening lips, she started picturing herself sliding Ryan's dick past her lips, into her mouth. As Greg's tongue started flicking her clitoris, she pictured her own tongue swirling around the head of Ryan's cock, before she engulfs it again. As Greg's free hand stroked her thigh, and squeezed her ass, she pictured herself jerking Ryan's cock into her mouth, hoping to taste his hot cum. She realized that Ryan's cum would only be the second she's ever touched or tasted, since Greg was her first. Kathy was quickly withdrawn from her fantasy as Greg pulled away from her pussy, and started entering her with his large cock. It wasn't too long, at six inches, but it was incredibly thick, to the extent that she couldn't wrap her hand all the way around, and even her mouth (and her pussy!) needed to stretch to accommodate it. As he started sliding in and out, her thoughts returned to the other part of the bargain: As Greg's cock slid between her pussy lips, she pictured his cock stretching Brennon's mouth. She thought about Brennon jerking on his cock, staring him in his eyes. Would he come easily for her? Would Brennon taste his come like she often had wanted to, but been unable to succeed in? As she started picturing her husband coming in Brennon's mouth while staring lustily into her eyes, she realized that Greg was starting to come in her pussy, thrusting deeply. She was incredibly turned on, but the distractions had kept her from an orgasm. As Greg's thrusting slowed, he kept his still flaccid penis in her pussy, and began rubbing her clitoris in the way he knew so well. Kathy put her fantasies on hold, and just began enjoying the attention her husband was giving her. As soon as her concerns were put out of mind, she began coming herself, her pussy squeezing her husband's member while she called his name between moans. As her orgasm subsided, her husband withdrew himself, and crawled up next to her. Kathy returned to her fantasies, thinking of Ryan sliding up next to her, and Greg sliding up next to Brennon, and Ryan and Brennon, all jumbles of legs and breasts and hands and pubic regions, all without bothering with coherent thoughts of whom was with whom, only being concerned that everyone was satisfied. Kathy drifted back to sleep in this manner, with wicked dreams peppering her thoughts. When she awoke a while later, she discovered Greg had slid out of bed, probably back off to work. After her orgasm and fantasies, she was feeling much less guilty about the idea of her arrangement with Brennon, and decided it was time to check in with her friend to see if her fantasies were anything more than that. ---------------------------------------------- A few minutes later, Brennon's phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey Brennon," the voice on the phone obviously being Kathy. "Good morning. How are you?" "I'm good. Have you thought anymore about the little scheme we concocted last night?" "Have I thought about it? Since mentioning to Ryan last night I've already had five orgasms. He's been kind of untamable. I think I'd be on my way to six right now if Greg hadn't stopped by." Kathy was momentarily taken aback. "Wait, you've seen Greg this morning?" "Yeah, he and Ryan ran out about a half hour ago, he's helping Ryan pick up something." "Oh, yeah he mentioned that. I was surprised because I fell asleep after an orgasm of my own, and I didn't realize where Greg had gone." "Hmmmm, so then I guess you've already discussed it with Greg?" "No, not yet," replied Kathy. "I was still coming to terms with it. But I have to admit, I was fantasizing about it while Greg was fucking me, and I've definitely come to terms with it. Wait a second, so Ryan already knows? Uh oh." "Oh, are you worried that they're talking about it now? I can try to call Ryan to. . . ... oops, never mind, they're pulling back into the drive right now." "Well, maybe Ryan's already done the awkward part of bringing it up. Brennon, just do me a favor: Don't suck on my husband's dick until after I've had a chance to talk to him about it, OK?" "I suppose I'll be able to keep my mouth off it for a little while longer." "Thanks, I appreciate it. Talk to you later." A short while later, Greg arrived home. When Kathy met him at the door, the first thing he said was, "So Ryan is under the impression that you're going to be giving him a blow-job, and that Brennon is going to be giving me a blow job. Is that accurate?" From his tone it didn't sound like Greg was mad, so she decided to play coy, "Wellllll . . . . . . do you want it to be accurate?" "It depends why we're doing this. Are you hoping to start a torrid affair with my friend? Cause, as nice looking as Brennon is, I don't know that I'm looking to trade you in yet." Kathy hit him playfully. "No, silly, this isn't about an affair, if that's what I wanted to do, I'd probably find a better way to do it than ask my husband and the wife of the guy I'm going after. Did Ryan explain any of it?" "He didn't quite understand it, something about Brennon wanting a challenge. To be honest, I tuned out at the part where she's giving me a blow job." "Typical. Well, it all came about because I was telling Brennon how hard of a time I have giving you blow jobs." "Kathy, come on, you know I don't really care about that. We . . ." Cutting him off, she replied, "I know you say you're fine with the other things we do, but it's still important to me. So Brennon was saying how easy of a time she has with Ryan, and we were talking, and it seemed like if I could experiment where I have some success, it may make it easy to figure out what works for you. And the part of her giving you a blow job just came about so you don't feel left out, although there was definitely a bit of excitement in her voice while we were talking about it, I think she may want into your pants regardless of whether I'd be giving her husband a blow job or not." "So that's all this is, just a guinea pig for you to experiment on." "Exactly." "Well, if you put it like that, I guess I can deal with it. So did you and Brennon set any plans or ground rules?" "Plans? No, not until making sure you boys were on board. Ground rules? What kind of rules do we really need? You boys are getting blow jobs, that's it." "Fair enough." ---------------------------------------------- The next day, Kathy worked up the courage to head over to Ryan and Brennon's. She found Brennon on the front porch tending to some hanging baskets. When Brennon saw her walking up the walk, she said jokingly, "Are you here to borrow my husband?" "Yeah, if you can spare him for a second. Is he around?" "He was upstairs putting together a new dresser we picked up. Feel free to go look for him. Is Greg around, by any chance?" "When I left he was doing some work in the office. I don't even think he realized I had left." Brennon, noticing that Kathy had put on a nicer blouse and jeans, realized she wasn't quite dressed the part of a seductress in her capri shorts, tank top, and zip-up sweat-shirt. "Should I run up and change quickly?" "No, not at all. I doubt Greg will even notice what you're wearing, once he realizes why you're there." "Well, here goes nothing. Good luck. Maybe I'll meet you on the way back, we can compare notes," Brennon said, with a wink. Brennon took off, while Kathy tentatively walked into the house, and made her way upstairs. As she neared the top of the steps she heard some activity coming from the bedroom, and headed in that way. As she entered the room, Ryan looked up, and after a second of puzzlement, a smile spread over his face. "So, you girls really are going to follow through with this?" "You didn't think we'd tease you without following through, did you?" Kathy said, while walking towards Ryan. "So, where do you want me?" Ryan asked, belying a bit of unease. "You're good right where you are," said Kathy, walking up to Ryan, who was standing facing her. When she got within a foot, Ryan was unsure if she was coming in for an embrace, but she quickly glanced down, then back at his eyes smiling. As their eyes remained locked, Kathy began to kneel down in front of Ryan, her hands trailing down his stomach, then his hips, and legs, until her knees rested on the floor. Reaching up to caress his crotch through his pants, she smiled again and said, "Now, just relax, and try to enjoy yourself." With that Kathy began to undo Ryan's belt buckle, unbutton his pants, and lower his zipper. Pulling his pants down a bit, she could see from the tent in his boxers that he was already erect. She grabbed his penis through the material, and muttered, "I hope you're prepared to be just the second dick I've had in my mouth." Ryan replied lowly, "Hopefully it's not the last time it's inside of you." Unsure how to respond, but incredibly excited, Kathy tugged Ryan's boxers down, until his stiff penis finally sprung free from the waist band. It was nine inches long, notably bigger than her husband's, although not nearly as thick. Kathy began by wrapping her hand around her husband's friend's cock, very slowly stroking it while kissing the sides, move up towards the head, and occasionally licking the underside. Once she reached the end, Kathy slowly took the head of his penis into her mouth. She quickly glanced up at Ryan's face, and locking eyes with Ryan as he watched her, demurely closed her eyes again as she took in as much of Ryan's penis in her mouth as she could. While stroking his throbbing erection with one hand, Kathy began sucking and using her tongue to swirl around his penis, all while bobbing in and out in time with her stroking. Swapping Husbands Ch. 01 Ryan watched his friend's shy, pretty wife sucking on his cock. She wore a blouse that snuggly hugged her more than ample breasts, showing just a hint of chest. Ryan had been watching those tits for years, since Greg had married Kathy, fantasizing about getting his hands on them. Her demure manner belied the enthusiasm with which she was sucking on his cock. It was clear that, beyond trying to let Ryan enjoy himself, she had a goal of her own, to make him cum. Kathy was getting really turned on by the obvious effect she was having on Ryan. And his long, skinny penis was an entirely new experience for her, she could get a tighter grip with her hand, and more suction with her mouth, along with more room for her tongue to dance around on the head. She heard Ryan saying, "mmm, baby, that's so good, suck me," and she felt like she was literally sucking the come out of his balls. As she kept up the pace, she glanced up at Ryan's face again, and saw him with his eyes barely open, knowing he was close to coming. She smiled, as much as she could with a mouth full of dick, feeling like she was succeeding like she never had before. She felt Ryan's hips begin moving in a way she knew well. As the first spurts of his semen spilled onto her tongue, she pulled his cock out of her mouth, continuing her stroking as the remainder of his come landed partly in her mouth, but mostly on her face. As the last spurts fell, she slowed her hand and slowly lifted her eyes to Ryan's, breaking another smile. Ryan looked down at Kathy's cum-splattered face, as she smiled and then licked the last ooze of come from the slit of his penis, noticeably swallowing it while smiling into Ryan's eyes. Realizing the situation she was in, he quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head, offering it to Kathy to wipe her face clean, while offering his free hand to help her stand up. Kathy rose, and while wiping her face, rested a hand absent mindedly on Ryan's smooth chest. After a second she realized, but let her hand linger a couple seconds longer, enjoying the change from Greg's furry chest. "Well, is that what you expected?" she asked, seeking some kind of approval. "I mean, two days ago, as much as I may have fantasized about it from time to time, no I had never expected that to happen. But if you're asking if I enjoyed it, then there is still a bit of proof of how much I enjoyed it on your left cheek," Ryan said, as he guided Kathy's hand with the t-shirt to the spot. The tenderness of the touch of his hand on hers, while Kathy's free hand lay on his chest, gave them a feeling of intimacy that was both disconcerting and thrilling. Before risking letting things going too far, Kathy handed Ryan his shirt back, and excused herself to the bathroom to return herself to normal state. As she left the bathroom, she intentionally called out a goodbye very nonchalantly, just to prevent anything further from happening, and made her way for the door. She paused a second at the bottom of the stairs to listen to see if Ryan had anything to say or follow after her, but when he didn't she left. -------------------------------------- Meanwhile: Greg was busy working in his office, and wasn't aware that Kathy had went over to Ryan and Brennon's house. So when he saw Brennon walking in the front door, he immediately assumed she was there to see Kathy. "Hey Brennon. I think Kathy is in the kitchen." As Brennon walked in the door of Greg's office, she said "She's not there. She's actually at my house." "Oh, I must have missed her leaving, why is she . . .," before finishing his question, Greg realized he may know the answer to the question. "Is this part of your guy's scheme?" "This isn't really any kind of scheme. I mean yes, I expect that at this moment, Kathy is probably giving Ryan a blow job. But come on, you and I don't need to do anything right now, we don't owe it to Kathy or Ryan. But, I have to admit, I'm interested in giving it a try if you are." "You're sure, Brennon? I mean, Kathy explained the whole thing, and I appreciate the sentiment, but I promise I won't feel hurt or left out just because Ryan is getting a blow-job." "Yeah, I'm sure," she said, while walking further into the room. "I'll admit, that wasn't my only reason for agreeing to go along with it. It excites me a bit, too." By this point Brennon was talking quietly, standing right in front of Greg's chair. She sat sideways on Greg's lap, with one arm around his shoulders to stabilize herself. With faces a few mere inches from each other, she asked, "What do you think Kathy and Ryan are doing right now? From how eager she seemed when she got there, I'm guessing she's at least got his pants off by now." While she wasn't in a position to be rubbing her pussy into his crotch, just the feel of Brennon on his lap was pretty thrilling for Greg. In many ways, she reminded him of his wife. Both had dark hair, both were trim, but not too skinny. But the differences are what lead Greg to lust after his friend's wife. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Kathy's, but her upper body better toned. She had a little more padding in her ass and thighs, but the way she moved them when she walked suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. As she sat there, Greg couldn't help putting his arm around her waist to steady her. "You know how business-like Kathy is, she probably just dove right in, before Ryan even knew what was coming," Greg said, briefly picturing his wife blowing his friend. "Oh, Ryan knew exactly what was coming, he had been talking about it almost constantly since I first mentioned it." "Really, he knew when it was going to happen? I assumed this would be a far future, if ever kind of thing, and only after many conversations and planning." "We never really discussed timing too specifically. I think it's just more that Ryan was excited. He kept trying to play it off like he was teasing me about getting jealous about another girl blowing him, but I think it was more just so he could keep bringing it up." By this point, Brennon was starting to notice movement in Greg's pants. She decided to unzip her sweatshirt and take it off, her breasts straining against the material of her tank top as she was taking the hoodie off. Greg was at the same time entranced by her breasts and struggling to keep from looking at them, a struggle that wasn't lost on Brennon. "Look Greg, I'm going to be sucking on your dick in a couple minutes, you don't have to pretend you don't notice my tits, just like I don't have to pretend that I'm not trying to show them to you." "I guess I wasn't sure if tits were included in the deal," Greg said. Getting more comfortable with the situation, as well as more aroused, he placed one hand on Brennon's stomach, a few inches above her crotch, and began gently and slowly rubbing her stomach. He deliberately let one finger, then two, stray under the hem of her shirt, touching her smooth, bare skin. "It just takes some adjusting. I've spent so long trying to not be too obvious about watching you, old habits die hard." Feeling his hands on her skin was thrilling Brennon, but she was also getting concerned about taking things too far. "It's getting a bit uncomfortable sitting on your lap, it's almost like I'm sitting on something." By this point, Greg was fully erect, with his bulge pushing into the side of Brennon's mid-thigh. He was also feeling uncomfortable with where things could go, but being so close to her tits, he felt like he had to push it one last step further. "Here, maybe this will make you more comfortable." With that, his hands, which had slid entirely under the hem of Brennon's tank top, grabbed the hem, and began tugging it up slowly. When Brennon shifted to assist him, Greg took it as an invitation and quickly finished pulling it over her head, very deliberately letting the palms of his hands rub across Brennon's bra-clad breasts as he was doing so. Brennon was wearing a black bra, made of a lacy material that was opaque, but thin enough to show the outlines of her nipples. Her chest had the same freckles that adorned her lovely face. Knowing that she was now standing on the line, Brennon decided that she had let things go far enough. As much as she wanted Greg, she wasn't ready to risk hurting the marriages and friendships that they shared. "Hmmm, I think you may need some help getting comfortable, too." With that, she slid off Greg's lap to her knees in front of his chair. She quickly undid his pants, pulling pants and boxers down in one fell swoop, freeing Greg's erection. As soon as she began wrapping her hand around the base of his penis, she realized how thick his cock was. Brennon had a previous boyfriend with a pretty short, but thick cock who she had amazing sex with. Although Ryan's penis was the longest she'd ever had inside of her, wasn't thick enough to give her the feeling of being totally filled. Now with Greg she was about to suck on the thickest cock she had ever touched, and immediately wondered what it would feel like inside her mouth, between her breasts, inside her pussy . . . "I guess Kathy has warned you that I take a while to come most of the time," Greg said, breaking her from thought. "Yeah, but I'm in no hurry, I plan on enjoying this," she said. Without breaking eye contact, Brennon placed the head in her mouth, and slowly moved her mouth down most of the length, with her tongue swirling around it. While her mouth was doing the stimulation, her eyes were saying to Greg that she wanted him to fuck her. Her mouth was as far down as it could go. Even though she had managed deep throating Ryan, the thickness was new to her, and she could only take a few inches in. She squeezed the remaining shaft with her hand, and then moving both mouth and hand in unison, pulled up before impaling her face on Greg's hard penis again. Greg was going crazy with sexual excitement. Having Brennon stare wantonly into his eyes was a mind fuck like he had never had before. The way she used her hand and mouth together felt like being inside a pussy, but was different, and in some ways even better. The sight of her lips stretching around his penis just made him think of her pussy lips wrapping around him. Over the next few pistons of his cock in and out of Brennon's mouth, he felt her pressing her tits into his leg, making it pretty clear Brennon was getting off on this as much as he was. He was also aroused watching her shoulders and arms moving, fluidly bobbing and gyrating as she put her whole body into giving him a blow job. After just a few minutes of this, Brennon realized she had Greg well on the way to coming, but decided she wasn't ready to be done yet. She slowed the piston action, and raised herself up onto her knees. With just the head of his dick in her mouth, and her tongue dancing around it, she brought her free hand (which had been alternately steadying her against the floor, and pressing into her aroused pussy) to stroke Greg's thighs, and then to cup his balls. Her other hand released its grip on his shaft, and moved up his stomach, onto his chest. Brennon was feeling his muscular, broad chest, enjoying the way his thick hair felt between her fingers. She tweaked his nipple just as she began rotating her mouth and tongue back and forth on the head of his cock. The change in pace and cessation of stroking had temporarily delayed Greg's orgasm, but Brennon's new motions were just as exciting. Sitting higher up on her knees, he could see the rounded tops of her breasts, and when she leaned forward a bit, he could even occasionally see a bright pink nipple under the material. He had the strong urge to reach down and slide his hand under her bra. Instead he settled for letting his hand rub her shoulder, bringing it up the back of her neck, running his fingers through her hair, and then gently caressing the side of her face. With his hand on her cheek, Brennon temporarily pulled the head of his penis out of her mouth, and slid her mouth down around his finger, first one , then two, while locking her eyes back on Greg's. By this point Greg's eyes were starting to close occasionally, as he enjoyed the wet, soft feeling of her mouth, and instantly began picturing his fingers sliding into her pussy. As if she were reading his mind, Brennon pulled her mouth off his fingers, and said, "mmm, if only you could reach those down by body, I have someplace that could really use them right now." With a look of daring lust in their eye contact, she brought her hand back to his cock, and resumed sliding his dick in and out of her mouth, with her eyes telling Greg that she wanted him to come for her. Greg loved looking into Brennon's eyes while her beautiful mouth went up and down his glistening dick, but he had to occasionally close them, to picture her climbing up and impaling her wet pussy on his erection. In the end, keeping his eyes open to see her eyes, mouth, and bouncing breasts won over. As his orgasm started, Brennon kept her mouth firmly planted on his dick, sucking out each wave of come that her one hand kept squeezing out of Greg. As the spurts of his semen slowed, she also slowed her pace of hand movements, and slid her mouth one last time down around his thickness, forcing a little bit of come out of the corner of her mouth. As Greg's orgasm had subsided, Brennon slowly slid her mouth up, being careful not to miss any more of his come. Her lovely neck made it apparent as she swallowed his cum, and then she used her free hand to get the small bit of cum that had escaped her lip. She also reached down a few more times, licking up the last drops of come escaping his slit. By this point, Greg was contentedly watching Brennon going about her business, licking and cleaning. As she finished, she brought her eyes back up to Greg's, with a lovely smile, sitting up a bit higher with her breast brushing against his leg. Reaching down to under her arms, with his hand brushing the sides of her breasts, Greg guided Brennon back up to his lap, saying to her. "You have no idea how much I'd like to return the favor right now." Brennon, feeling desperately in need of an orgasm of her own, realizing what a state she was in, half naked, hair askew, hips gently swaying on Greg's lap as she couldn't stop herself (or, at least, didn't want to). "That was most definitely not part of the deal, mister. Now excuse me, I need to go freshen myself up." As Brennon headed to the bathroom, he went to the kitchen, and poured some lemonade for her, and had a sip from a glass himself, as he began pondering all that had happened. As he was sitting there, Brennon came into the room, put back together, but still with rosy cheeks giving some hint to her aroused state. "Well," she said, "if that isn't a morning I'm going to be thinking about for a long, long time." Realizing the lemonade was for her, she took a sip, feeling a bit of a swoon just from the thoughtfulness that she wasn't entirely used to. "I know I'm never going to forget that. The tough part will be not letting the thoughts take over next time all four of us are together, or the next time I'm in bed with Kathy." "Yeah, well, it'll be OK. You make sure you fuck Kathy good and hard when she gets back, and I'm going to go find something dirty to do for Ryan," Brennon said, playfully and warmly. While both wanted to lean in for a kiss, she brought her finger up to her lips, kissed it, and placed it on Greg's lips. Greg played along, kissing her finger back. With that, Brennon turned around and walked out the front door, with Greg's eyes on her swaying ass, as normal. ----------------------------------------------- Greg and Kathy discussed their encounters together, both thrilling each other with the thought of them with someone else. They both shared details of what they had done with the other, but reserved some of the minute, more intimate details for themselves. There was a bit of surprise in Kathy's eyes when Greg mentioned that Brennon swallowed all his come, less that Brennon would want to do so, and more that she would be so forward. The one subject that both of them avoided, however, was how long it took either of them, or how much they enjoyed it. Ryan and Brennon, on the other hand, shared much more with each other. Their talk happened mainly while they were fucking each other, each trying to top the other. Ryan openly fantasized about sliding his cock into Kathy, while Brennon talked about them swapping partners and fucking in the same room, so Ryan could see Greg ramming into Brennon. While they both exposed fantasies, the dirty talk also masked over any uncertainties or limits they would undoubtedly feel. They both agreed that they would need a night together with Greg and Kathy soon. Their opportunity came again later in the week, when Brennon and Ryan invited Greg and Kathy over for dinner. Both Greg and Ryan were the cooks, so Brennon and Kathy set themselves to setting out the table on the patio, and uncorking the wine (and sampling it) while the boys worked together inside. When they first arrived, there was no noticeable awkwardness. Given their lighthearded natures, there were the occasional jokes about the swapped pairings, but those jokes more served to reaffirm the stability of the married pairs. As Brennon and Kathy started their work, however, there was little beating around the bush. Brennon asked excitedly, "So, I've been dying to ask. Ryan has told me how much he enjoyed your blow job, but was it what you were looking for? Did you get your groove back?" Kathy smiled a bit, realizing that she and Brennon were talking about her blowing Brennon's husband. "Yeah, it really gave me a boost of confidence. It felt like from the very start, I knew Ryan was going to be coming in a matter of time, and I just had to finish the job." "I know that feeling with Ryan. Did he do that thing where he kind of holds the base of his dick for you? I think he likes to do that so he can occasionally reposition it to see his dick pushing my cheek out." "Oh, so that's why he did that. I appreciated it, oh my god he's so long! At one point I had two fistfuls, and still could get my mouth around the head. Any help he can provide in positioning it keeps me from straining my neck too much." The girls both laughed at this. Brennon then asked, "So, have you tried it on Greg again? Any better results?" Kathy's face lost some of its amusement. "Yeah, I gave him a blow-job the next day. Or at least, tried. With Ryan it seemed so easy and natural, but with Greg, I froze again, and could barely remember what I had done for Ryan. After 20 minutes or so, I kind of gave up, and asked if he wanted to try something else. The sex was good, but I still felt like I failed." Brennon tried to comfort her friend. Before starting to say something, though, Kathy blurt out: "Now I need to know the truth. Greg told me a bit about it, he told me about his coming in your mouth, but he wouldn't go into specifics on how long it took. I think he was trying to spare my feelings, but please, I need to know, what was it like for you?" "Well first off, you could have warned me that I'd be putting a fist in my mouth. God Kathy, it was as thick as a baseball bat. So that took a bit of adjusting for. I couldn't get it in my mouth more than a couple inches, and it was hard to use my tongue too much. I'd say it probably took fifteen minutes, but he was pretty excited when I got started, which probably cut down on the time." "Huh, so you didn't need to do anything special? No special tricks or anything?" "No, I don't think I even know any special tricks. Why did you use some on Ryan that made him enjoy it so much?" "No, nothing special. Maybe that's the problem, with Greg I'm always trying to think of something special to do, I overthink it. I didn't seem to think at all with Ryan, it just happened." Swapping Husbands Ch. 01 "It sounds like you need to try more experimenting, to figure out exactly what works, and to get into a groove," Brennon said, coyly. "Are you offering Ryan up for another try?" Kathy asked, secretly thrilling at the idea. "Sure, he's yours. I don't think you'll get any argument from him. Just be prepared if he wants something more from you." Kathy was turned on, but also a bit worried, "What do you mean if he wants something more?" "I don't know. Ryan has been talking this week about how it seemed weird getting a blow-job from a girl who still had all her clothes on." "I suppose this means you want equal access to Greg?" Kathy said, feeling slightly defensive because of the aims she suspected Brennon had on Greg. "Not at all, unless you want me to. With the way Ryan went to town on me after you gave him the first blow job, I see a second as a starting gun for more sex for me, too. I tell you what, we've got the wedding this week-end," Brennon said, referring to a wedding of a mutual friend the four were attending out of town in a few days. "If you want, I can slip you our room key some time when Ryan's in there by himself, and you can sneak in and give it a second go." "It sounds crazy, but if once was OK, how can a second time hurt. And I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound accusatory or anything about you giving Greg a blow job. He's so good to me, I do feel kind of good sharing him with you to enjoy him, too, and of course I want him to enjoy himself, too. It was just the little part of me that wishes it was me who was giving him the pleasure." "Don't worry about it, Kathy, I know what you mean. But unless he specifically requests it, I don't feel the need to borrow your husband." The girls were both excited about the prospect of future swapping couplings, with Brennon feeling content that if Ryan and Kathy hooked up again, something new was bound to come up for her. She still wasn't sure what form it would take, and she tried not to think about it too much, because each time she did, she found herself ending up fantasizing about having Greg's dick in her, a place she wasn't ready to venture quite yet. Meanwhile, the boys were chatting in the kitchen while preparing dinner for their wives. Neither of them were too worried about the events being a threat to their marriages, they just saw them as added bonuses. They had talked plenty of times about the attractiveness of each others' wives, and were only too happy to share the spoils with friends. They were much concerned with possible future occurrences. "How much do you want to bet the girls are going to scheme something up for this weekend at the wedding," Ryan asked. "Well, we've got adjoining rooms. They could end up switching in the middle of the night." "Or both might end up over on my side," Ryan said with a smile. Both had joked about the girls being together in the past, and liked opportunities to bring it up. "Well, if Kathy does offer you a blow-job again, you should try to position it with you sitting at the head of the bed, so that she can lay out while she's blowing you. While she doing that, she rubs her tits on the mattress, and grinds her pussy into it, and she's come before while giving me head. It's pretty hot. But you may need to get her shirt off first." "You may also want to get Brennon on a bed. She's pretty good at blowing upside-down, and that gives you access to her pussy. If you finger her while she's blowing you, she'll start moving her mouth up and down on you in unison with your finger going in and out of her, it's almost like you're controlling your own blow job." "So what's the signal? A black sock on the door if you're with your own wife, a white sock if you're with the other one's wife?" Ryan laughed. "I don't see why we need signals, I wouldn't have a problem with you walking in while I'm with your wife, and I wouldn't mind walking in and seeing you with a face full of Brennon." The conversation came to a relatively abrupt end as dinner was finished, but both guys had wild eyes for each other's wives throughout dinner, which was only lost on the girls because they were so focused on maintaining "normal conversation" in mixed company, as if they could pretend that the sexual tension at the table was something that could be turned on and off. -------------------------------------------------- Ryan and Brennon left town Friday evening, and arrived at the motel around 9:30. They didn't want to do the drive the day of the wedding, so they now had a full day before the festivities. Greg and Kathy weren't going to be able to arrive until the next morning, so they just had themselves to entertain. The pool was closed by the time they arrived, so they just picked up a bottle of wine, and decided to retire to their room. Brennon quickly shed her clothes and drew herself a bath, while Ryan put things away, and poured their wine. As he walked into the bathroom to hand Brennon her glass of wine, he took a long, appreciative look at his lovely wife. Her hair was pulled up in the back. Her cheeks were a bit flushed from the heat of the tub. She was sitting mostly erect, with her wet, glistening breasts just above water level. One leg was pulled up, with half her thigh and her knee in the air. Brennon had her eyes closed, but when she heard Ryan walk in, she opened them and enjoyed the sight of her husband stripped down to just his boxers. She smiled as he handed her a glass of wine, and smiled a bit more as she saw him glance appreciatively down at her body. "Why are you getting all cleaned up? You know I'm just going to make you dirty again." "Because you prefer starting with a clean girl, you know that. Leaving the innocent girl just a little bit less pure when you're done with her. Isn't that why this whole thing with Kathy has been such a turn on for you?" They had a long history of discussing each other's motivations for sex. Their relationship had started haphazardly, and had plenty of ups and downs, but over time they had learned to simply trust each other, since they always ended up back with each other. There had been some early jealousies of past relationships, and concerns about overly close friends of the opposite sex, but all the concerns ended up being unfounded. The past year and a half, including the time they had been married, had been very good for both of them, as they were closer than ever. This new arrangement with Kathy and Greg was now testing that strength, however, it seemed to be bringing them closer. "I'm not saying that I'd want to be married to her, but getting a little taste of what she has doesn't help satisfy some of the old fantasies that have lingered." "Well just be forewarned, she may be trying to get into your pants again this weekend, she says she needs another experiment with giving a blow job." "Well, I can take one for the team, so she doesn't have to go walk the streets. You still OK with me participating?" "I am. I even warned Kathy that you may try to get her to take her top off. She seemed receptive to it, but you still need to have a good game plan in place." Ryan let a hand stroke his wife leg, occasionally dropping below the water line. "Are you really giving me advice on how to get your friend to put out more?" "If I get as much out of you from this encounter as I did after the last one, heck yeah, I'm going to help. Besides, hearing Kathy and all her worries about her performance in the bedroom, I think she really does need the help. It'll help their marriage, if she can feel like she's contributing some more to the bedroom." "Well, I guess I can get it on with Kathy, for the sake of their marriage, and for ours". By this time, Ryan's hand was stroking Brennon's leg lower and lower, under the water line. Brennon closed her eyes, laying her head back, responding lowly with approval. As Ryan's hand gently brushed the edge of her pubic region, she started feeling the tingles that she knew so well from his hands. As his hand started gently rubbing the outside of her pubic region, she muttered to him, "So, big boy, show me how you're going to slide a finger into Kathy for the first time." Ryan realized he was starting to get the response from Brennon that he had been looking for. He was turned on by Brennon's talk of him fingering Kathy, and wanted to give her a good time, to turn her on more, but also to keep her talking like that. As Ryan started sliding his finger between her swollen pussy lips, he asked, "Do you think she's going to be shaven, or have some nice fur to touch?" "Well, we haven't spent much time discussing our pubic grooming habits, but whenever I've fantasized about it, I've pictured her shaved smooth." Brennon felt her husband's bony finger start sliding in her moistening pussy. "So tell me more about your fantasies about Kathy's pussy. What are you doing to her bald, wet pussy?" This wasn't the first time that Ryan had tried steering Brennon into talking through a lesbian fantasy, but she was usually pretty resistant to such attempts. Brennon was always trying to walk the line between being adventurous, and being easy and a slut. That was one of Ryan's fantasies that she had always segregated to the wrong side of the line. "No silly, Kathy's 'bald, wet pussy', as you so romantically put it, is just there because I like fantasizing about it sliding up and down on Greg's hard dick." Ryan now had a second finger sliding into Brennon's pussy. Her hips were beginning to sway in rhythm with Ryan's fingers, and she pulled a free hand up to play with one of her nipples. Ryan asked "So what are you doing while Greg is sliding in and out of Kathy?" "Just watching. Maybe sometimes, I'll be lying next to Greg, so that he can finger me a little, just like you're doing now. Just until Kathy has a screaming orgasm, and he's ready to slide into me." By this point Brennon was half talking to turn Ryan on, and half to enjoy the fantasy as she was getting more and more aroused. Figuring he wasn't going to get any good lesbian talk out of Brennon, Ryan figured he could at least keep her going down her current path. "So are you imagining my fingers are Greg's dick right now?" "Mmmm, maybe if you use another finger or two. But I may need some lubricant before I try stretching like that." With that Brennon finished her glass of wine, and reached over to Ryan's crotch, rubbing through his boxers to see how he was doing. Pleased with his mostly erect dick, she laid down her wine glass, pulled Ryan's length out of his shorts, and started taking it into her mouth. As they had done so many times before, Ryan's fingers pushed into her pussy as she slid further down on his dick, and as Ryan's fingers started to withdraw, she would pull back up off him. Since the angle was a bit awkward for both of them, they reluctantly pulled away long enough for Brennon to stand up. Ryan helped pat her dry with a towel as they kissed passionately. Ryan then started to guide Brennon out towards the bedroom, with Brennon taking a quick break to grab the wine glasses to take with them. As the got to the edge of the bed, Brennon pushed Ryan in the sitting position he was so familiar with from her blow jobs. She kneeled in front of him, gave his dick a quick kiss, and then grabbed the wine bottle off the nearby table, filling Ryan's glass, but only putting a bit in hers. Brennon wanted to avoid any kind of hang over in the morning, and liked Ryan fucking her when his inhibitions had been lowered. Brennon handed Ryan his glass, and they both took sips together, but Brennon broke hers off quickly and immediately impaled her mouth on Ryan's long penis. She positioned his penis so that she could deep throat him. She needed a couple false starts before he was wet enough, and then she was able to slide him all the way in, filling her throat, as she began breathing through her nose, buried in Ryan's pubic hairs. She didn't feel particularly sexy as she was doing the act, but the psychological impact of being completely filled up really turned her on, and of course, Ryan loved it when she did it. Brennon brought her hand up to Ryan's scrotum while keeping his dick in her throat. She gave them a very slight bit of pressure, pushing them back towards his ass, as she began to slide his dick slowly out of her throat. As she reached the end, she released the pressure on Ryan's balls, and looked up at him. He had closed his eyes, and had frozen in mid-sip, with the wine glass still at his lips. As the deep throating came to an end, he resumed his sip, finishing the glass, as Brennon started bobbing up and down on his erection. Just as he was settling in for his blow job, Brennon pulled her head up. Looking up at his empty wine glass, she pulled up the bottle and said "We ought to finish this bottle off before we get too hot and heavy". She got up to sit by Ryan on the end of the bed, lazily stroking him she topped off the wine glasses, finishing the bottle. Between sips, she passionately kissed Ryan, keeping up the stroking. Brennon began licking Ryan's earlobe, and whispered in his ear, "After Greg came in my mouth, he said he would love to go down on me. It's been such a long time, do you think I could get you to do that for me?" Brennon was going out on a limb with this one, she knew Ryan didn't really like being down there, but she had been fantasizing about it since her encounter with Greg. Before Ryan had a chance to answer, she added, "You can think of it as practice for doing it to Kathy tomorrow." Ryan's mind instantly whirled at his wife's suggestion that he could go after Kathy's pussy. Greg had often talked about how much he went down on Kathy, and how crazy she went when he did so. The idea that it could be him getting Greg's pretty wife to lose her inhibitions like that really had him going. Ryan quickly finished his wine, and then picked Brennon up, laying her in the bed with her head towards the head board. Brennon laid there on the bed, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. The lights were off, with just a pale blue light filtering in behind the curtains. Her smooth legs rubbed against each other, then opened like a butterflies wings, inviting Ryan to her pussy. Ryan lay down, kissing Brennon's smooth thighs on the inside while running his hands up and down her hips. He planted a few gentle kisses on the outside of her lips, before bringing a hand up to spread her lips open. He began licking her inner lips with the tip of his tongue, dipping the tip in a bit before bringing it to flick her fully engorged clitoris. From licking her inside, he tasted how excited she already was, wondering if she got that wet for Greg when giving him a blow job. Ryan slowly slid a first finger into Brennon's spread pussy. Once he had it fully inside of her, providing some pressure with his hand, he flicked her clitoris a bit more with his tongue, eliciting some moans of pleasure from Brennon. "Oh, baby, that feels so good. Do you think you should play with my tits while you do that, or does Kathy like to play with her own tits while Greg licks her?" Ryan brought his free hand up to Brennon's left breast, firmly squeezing the whole thing in the palm of his hand, while talking his mouth off her pussy temporarily to reply "Greg mentioned before that she likes to play with her own tits, but I'll give you a hand for now." He resumed licking her clitoris, and also worked another finger into her pussy, feeling a bit more pressure now. Brennon was now moaning pretty regularly, using one of her hands to play with her free breast. Her fantasies switched quickly, from Greg going down on Kathy, to Ryan going down on Kathy, to Greg going down on her, to Greg getting ready to enter her. At that thought, she reached to the side of the bed, grabbing the lube and handing it to Ryan, and she asked softly, "mm, I want to feel filled up. Can you try to put another finger inside of me?" Her voice trailed off and reverted back to moans. Ryan kept licking her clit, as he fumbled to get some lube onto his already slippery fingers. He had never put three inside of Brennon before, so he made sure they were nice and wet, before slowly starting to slide them in. Brennon didn't take long to adjust to the size, and from Ryan's continued licking, he could feel her pussy starting to squeeze him in a way that signaled her orgasm wasn't far off. He increased the speed of his licking, as her moans started getting louder. The rhythmic movement of her hips began the bed squeezing slightly, turning Ryan on that others may be hearing his wife's impending orgasm. He continued the licking, as her first orgasm took over her body, tightly squeezing his fingers. The loosening grip on his fingers told him that she was coming down from her orgasm. As he was getting ready to pull his fingers out, Brennon asked, "Ryan, I want you to try a fourth finger in my pussy. Do it gently, I don't know if I'll be able to take it, but I want to try." Ryan was surprised by her request. He wasn't surprised that she wanted to keep going, she often had multiple orgasms, especially when she was as worked up as she was tonight. He was thrilled with her new adventurousness. His whole hand was already plenty slippery, so he brought his pinky up. Just as two of his knuckles were pushing into Brennon's pussy, the fourth fingertip started to stretch her, wider than she had ever been. "Mmm, easy for a second. My pussy feels so full Ryan." She was imagining herself sitting on top of Greg, slowly sliding herself down his cock as the two make love for the first time. She played more with her tits, imagining it was Greg fondling her. Ryan resumed licking her clit, keeping his fingers mostly still, but gently tugging and pushing as his wife adjusted to the size. With his hand held mostly still, Brennon started pushing down with her hips, forcing his fingers further and further into her pussy. As his pinkie's knuckle started sliding in, she felt an aching, but the incredible tightness and fullness were driving her closer and closer to orgasm. The tightness in her pussy was forcing her clitoris to stand out even further than its already engorged state, and Ryan was flicking it quickly. The feeling of his wife opening up wide on his fingers had him turned on. He knew she was fantasizing about being fucked by his friend, but he was game for the role. With the fourth finger inside her, he tried pushing in a little further, until getting a little resistance with the second knuckles of his fingers at her entrance. Between moans, Brennon said, "ooooh baby, you already have me filled up enough. Keep it right there, you're stretching my pussy so wide." Ryan no longer tried applying pressure, Brennon was lifting her tits off the mattress, and was pushing down on his hand at her own pace. He had some difficulty keeping his tongue up with her bobbing clitoris, but managed to keep his tongue flicking at it. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming baby, fuck me with your hand," Brennon said, her last intelligible words as she descended into loud moans that could've been heard rooms away. Her lower back was completely off the bed, her hands squeezing her tits as her fingers roughly stretching her nipples. Her pussy felt on the verge of bursting, as wave after wave swarmed over her. There was barely a break and a third orgasm started. Ryan's tongue did an admirable job at keeping up, but at this point it was just the stretching of her pussy that had her going. All of a sudden, Ryan felt her push down even harder, and his second knuckles pushed a bit of the way in, as Brennon started a fourth, near-scream-level orgasm. He was astounded, and aroused, by the amount of fluid making its way out of her pussy, lubricating his hand. As she started to come down, breathless and speechless, he slowly began withdrawing his fingers.