1 comments/ 108548 views/ 5 favorites Weekend Swap Ch. 01 By: BobBaker On Saturday night Cindy and I were getting ready for a weekend of swinging with our best friends. I was to go over to Jean's house for the weekend while her husband Jack came here to be with Cindy. We had been swinging with this couple for over two years. Cindy had known Jean since high school. They went to nursing school together often sharing one guy between them or swapping dates. They were inseparable then and are still best friends today. Now they both work in the same hospital as nurses, sometimes even the same ward on the same shift. So it was only natural since they married the four of us would swing together. It was Jean and Jack who introduced Cindy and me to swinging in the first place. That was over two years age. We swing with other couples, but still get together for erotic weekends often. So we trusted them totally. Cindy was wearing a very sexy satin lounging outfit low cut and tight enough to show off her beautiful ass to best advantage. We live about a mile from Jean and Jack in a rural area on the same country road. Cindy and I usually like to stay close to each other for safety reasons when we are swinging but we are all such close friends in and out of the bedroom there is no reason to worry. I drove over to Jean's about 6:15 so we could have time for dinner before play time. Jack and I must have passed each other on the dark road because when I arrived Jack had already left for our place to be with Cindy. Jean was in her white nurse's uniform but I did notice she had left the top two buttons unfastened to show just enough cleavage to tease. The skirt was high enough to show off her great legs to best advantage. Nurses no longer wear those sexy caps but for me Jean had put one on. She knows I have a bit of a fetish for nurses in their starched caps. I complimented her on how cute she looked but Jean just shrugged it off and told me it was just her work uniform. I laughed and told her to stay away from the cardiac unit. If some poor heart patient saw her looking like she looked right now she would put him in cardiac arrest and push half the ICU unit over the edge with him. Jean smiled at my wit, but I was only half joking. She closed the door behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck pressing her body into me and gave me a passionate kiss. After we broke she put her palm against the crotch of my trousers, caressing my already hard cock through the material of my trousers. She gave me a very mischievous grin and announced "Dinner is ready." Off she went into the kitchen with me following behind like a puppy dog. When we sat down in front of two broiled ribeyes. She winked and said she wanted me well fortified so I would have lots of stamina for her later. All through dinner we made small talk everything from garden pests to my new 2008 Mustang GT. After dinner Jean said she wanted to slip into something comfortable, (corny cliche, I know, but that's what she said) While she was up stairs changing I started a fire in the fire place and put some soft mood music on the stereo. She took quite a long time upstairs dressing, or more accurately undressing. I knew though Jean was worth every second I would spend waiting for her. When she finally did come back down stairs the sight of her took my breath away. She was wearing a shimmering midnight black satin gown. It was low cut with a pushup style neckline to show off her rather large breasts to the ultimate advantage. Like they were being held up by two invisible hands. The gown came in to show off her slim waist and cute little behind. It was cut long just above the ankles. This only served to fire the imagination because of what you couldn't see. The whole thing was covered with a sheer black negligee long jacket this also came down to the ankles it enhanced the outfit and did as much to hide her charms as a cloud of cigarette smoke. Finally she was wearing a pair of long lacy black gloves they came almost up to her elbows. She had let her hair down so it framed her face and tumbled down her over shoulders to about the middle of her back. I know my mouth was probably watering at the sight of her. I've never seen a woman as beautiful. She was far beyond a Playboy centerfold girl. I felt like an idiot, I could barely talk without babbling. I could hardly breathe. I was worried I would shoot my bolts right there and then just looking at her. From the look on her face she could tell the effect she was having on me and enjoyed every bit of it. Jean was a born exhibitionist. She enjoyed the looks she got both from friends and strangers. When she dressed to look attractive. Jean has a terribly sadistic streak: She loves to tease a man without mercy. Sometimes even total strangers, if she can get away with it. When I regained at least some of my composure I took her into my arms holding her like the rare valuable treasure she was, and brought my lips to hers in a firm but gentle kiss. The music on the stereo changes to an old slow dance song called "The House of the Rising Sun." With our lips still locked in a passionate kiss we started moving with the music. I was trembling like a leaf in the wind but we danced on, lost to all the world. She ground her hips into mine in the wanton dance of love. I was totally submerged in our lust and passion. When the song was over Jean dropped slowly to her knees in front of me and slowly unzipped my trousers. I took the shirt and tie off myself. Next came the belt which she unbuckled, pulled through the belt loops and tossed aside . Jean unfastened the buttons, then she pulled my trousers and boxers down at the same time and I kicked them off and was soon completely naked Out my hard thick cock sprang in all its glory. I was so hard it actually hurt. I warned her to be very careful because in my condition at the minute it had a hair trigger. She took on a pouty look and whined " but I haven't had my dessert yet and I was so looking forward to something nice and creamy." What could I do?. I'm only human and she was gaining complete control over me. She told me to lay on my back in front of the fireplace. I said to her, "wait we can do a 69." I enjoy making love best when I can give my partner at least equal pleasure to my own. This is a secrete many men do not know. If you try to give most women please for pleasure and Never be a selfish lover or in a hurry. Most every woman will give back five to ten fold more pleasure then she would otherwise give. If she let me give her pleasure for pleasure we would be on equal terms. Jean would have none of it. She had me under her power and she wasn't about to let me escape her silk and satin trap. I was hers to command and she intended to do just that. I laid down on the carpet and Jean moved up between by legs. She knew she would have to be very careful if she didn't want me shooting off before she was finished playing with me. She told me to hold on very tight and make it last for as long as possible. Taking hold of my cock between her thumb and fourth finger she squeezed it off tightly at the base. Then she bent over and started to kiss and lick my inner thighs. It tickled just enough to keep me squirming like a worm caught outside of its hole. After she was satisfied with the effect she got from this action she lifted up my ball sack and started licking and tickling the erotic spot between the scrotum and the ass hole. This felt so wonderful I was actually whimpering and pushing my hips up desperately trying to get some friction between Jean's hand and my cock. She was wise to this, however, and simply moved her hand up and down with my hips giving me no resistance or friction to work against.. Keeping her tight grip on my cock she moved up my body, finally licking my ear and whispering all the dirty plans she had for me before the weekend was over. I begged her and promised to do anything she could dream up if she would only allow me to cum. And put an end to my sweet agony. She backed off and got serious for just a minute. She asked me if I was sure and she had dreamed up some very kinky things she wanted to do with me ever since we had been swinging together but she was afraid to ask me. I got serious myself for just a minute and told her as long as it was not totally disgusting or illegal I would be her willing slave for the weekend. Jean looked deep into my eyes and slowly a smile moved across her face. "VICTORY!!!!" she exclaimed. She moved down my body until her mouth was just above my throbbing cock. She released her iron grip and plunged her mouth down over it. Licking the mushroom head and dragging her teeth over the sensitive shaft and tickled my balls with her finger tips. Jean knew I wouldn't last long so she plunged all the way down to the base pushing the head of my cock deep down her hungry throat. My cock felt as though it was inside of a velvet glove. I was still trying to keep some control but was rapidly losing the battle. Jean's intense sucking and coaxing was breaking down every vestige of my resistance. Now she had stopped teasing and was eager to feed on my essence . I dug my fingers deep into the carpeting under me. My breath was coming in sort gasps. I could feel my cum. boiling in my ball sack ready to shoot out of my cock like the geyser "Old Faithful" blasting into Jean's throat steaming hot and slick. "HERE IT COMES!!!!" I shouted! Nothing could stop it now. It kept right on cumming more and more. Too much for Jean to swallow so she held my cock aiming it into her face slurping it down like it was the food of the gods. I lay there totally spent, totally helpless. I was gasping for breath and every nerve ending in my body seemed to be shooting sparks. Jean was still feasting on my cum. The cock head was back in her mouth using suction to get out the last few drops. Like some sort of cum vampire she was greedy for it all. She pushed all the cum that had hit her face into her mouth using her fingers to scoop it in. I lay there watching her feed to exhausted to even speak all I could do was leave her to her pleasure. She lifted her head and looked up at me. Her eyes seemed to smolder like the eye of a cat watching a mouse just before it pounces. The end of part 01, More to cum. Weekend Swap Ch. 02 I must have blacked out, or at the very least, dropped off to sleep because the next thing I was conscious of, it was the middle of the night and I was still laying in front of the fire place. There was a feather comforter over us and Jean was pressed up against my back, spoon style. She had her arm draped over me and she was toying with my cock head with the tips of her long delicate fingers. I rolled over onto my back and stretched out like a lazy tom cat. Jean was completely naked now and her firm breasts were pressed up against me. She continued to finger my cock and leaned in close. " Hey stud, are you going to keep your promise and be my slave boy for the rest of the weekend?" I looked down at my growing cock and said, "What kind of mess have you gotten me into this time?" Jean giggled and said, "Relax, Tiger, I promised Cindy I would send you back to her in generally the same condition I got you. So I guess it rules out a cat of nine tails or anything else that will mark up that beautiful hard body of yours." I breathed a sigh of relief and asked her what she had on her mind. She said, "Let's go upstairs to the master bedroom, where I drag all my slave boys and ravage them to my heart's content." She showed me an evil smile and slowly licked her lips. It was the look of a hungry beast getting ready to devour its helpless prey. I stood up and slowly made my way upstairs, not really sure what perversion she had working inside that beautiful head of hers. I knew Jean well enough to know she would not ever really cause me any real pain. It was going to be all role play and as pleasurable for me as it would be for her. All I would have to do is say "stop" and she would discontinue whatever she was doing. I have no doubt if she were a Hungarian Countess back in the fourteenth or fifteenth century she would be hell on her servants. She may have a drop or two of "the blood countess" Elizabeth Bathory's blood flowing through her veins, but she wasn't totally crazy. Thinking of her in this role was extremely exciting and my cock was rising to the occasion. When we reached the bedroom Jean ordered me to lay on my back on the king sized canopy bed. I stretch out facing the ceiling. Jean walked to the head of the bed and reaching into the night stand drawer and took out four pieces of white silk material. She smiled down at me with the grin of the Cheshire Cat. Jean sat down on the side of the bed, speaking softly to me about how smooth and cool it would feel on my skin. As she was talking she slipped a silk loop onto my right wrist and tied the ends to the top corner post of the bed. Pulling it just tight enough so it wouldn't slip off my wrist. Then she reached across my body so her breast was rubbing onto my face. She slipped a silk loop onto my left wrist just tight enough to be snug. She walked around the bed and secured this scarf to the upper left bed post. I started to protest but Jean hushed me and ran her fingers down my chest. Starting at the neck and ending up massaging my inner thighs only a fraction of an inch from my aroused cock. She lingered there on my thighs, massaging away any protest I might still feel. All the time talking softly about what pleasure she was having touching my hard male body. Her voice was almost hypnotic. Soft and slow, almost like dripping honey. She worked her hands lower on my leg, leaving my skin tingling as she went. It almost went unnoticed when she slipped a silk loop over my left ankle and secured it to the bed post a little tighter than she had done with my wrists. Now she had three limbs bound the fourth was no problem. She secured my right ankle to the last bed post and stepped back the admire her handiwork. Now her smile more resembled a smirk: once again she could claim victory. She looked down at my helpless form and said, " Now little slave boy, you are just where Mistress Jean wants you to be. You will have to obey me and satisfy my every whim. Or I will just have to....." "Or you will just have to do what?" I repeated. She hesitated for a minute with her finger on her chin as though she were deep in thought. "Well" she finally said, "I will just have to punish you." With this she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, into the dressing room and closed the door behind her. Leaving me alone tied like a pig in a butcher shop. And wondering what exactly she meant by "punish you." I had to admit that so far this was turning out to be the most erotic weekend of my life but still how high a price was it going cost me? I knew Jean was a woman that loved to role play and we had done just that many times while swinging together in the past. Cindy had always been there swinging with Jean's husband Jack. I have always had the impression that Jean was the dominant one in their marriage. Even in their swinging life style, I think Jean called the shots and Jack just went along with it to keep Jean happy. Not that he was getting short changed here. After all he was with Cindy, and my wife could melt the polar ice cap once you got her fire going. Up until this weekend, though, we have Never swapped mates without the two of us being at least in the same house if not the same room. Now though I was tied down to a woman's bed stark naked and wondering just what she meant by her last words " I will just have to punish you." I was just starting to wonder just what was taking Jean so long. When the dressing room door opened and out she came. This time Jean was wearing an English riding outfit. A white sheer blouse and a red fox hunting jacket : both were wide open down the front .This enhanced her sexual charms but did nothing to hide them. On her head she had an English style riding cap and her hair was done up in a long but perky pony tail. The thing that caught my eye the most though Jean carried a riding crop that she tapped into her other hand as she came around the bed. Smiling sweetly she looked down at me "You know," she said, "I'm in the mood to play horsey. Well, I'm all dressed to be the rider ." Tapping her finger on her cheek, thinking. " Who do you think will play the horse in our game?" Suddenly she exclaimed ,looking strait down at me "SEA BISCUIT!!!!!" She started laughing at her joke. Still laughing she said to me. "Look at the bright side, hot shot, at least I'm not wearing spurs." More laughter. Did Cindy ever tell you that the two of us used to go horse back riding almost every weekend. We would get up early Saturday mornings and ride our bikes over to my uncle's horse breeding farm. The two of us would clean out all the stalls where he kept the stallions. Sometimes we would even get to see a breeding. We would get so hot and wet watching a stallion mount a Dame. It was so exciting watching a stallion pushing that huge cock into her, snorting and sometimes even screaming with animal lust. The eyes would get really wild. You would swear he was possessed by a mad devil. His front legs holding her flanks while he pounded and pounded into her in a frenzy. The scene was like a brutal rape except the dame was a willing victim. If my uncle ever noticed the sexual lust in our eyes he Never let on. When our barn chores were finished he would let us ride in the afternoon. He would always pick out a couple of geldings or mares for us. Never would he let us ride a stallion. The two of us usually wore skirts on these rides. If there was no one around to catch us the two of us would take off our panties. We both loved the feel of all that meat between our legs. If we had witnessed a breeding that morning, the two of us would be horny and wet. We would ride strait to a wooded area at the very back of the farm. Then follow a path through the forest until we came to a small clearing. There was an old mattress. It was totally filthy, I'm sure, but in those days we didn't really care. After securing the horses where they could reach the grass. We would kneel on the mattress and help each other undress. Sometimes we would masturbate each other and some time play with ourselves. We were still just experimenting with oral sex and we would lick each other to climax. We had not discovered how to 69 yet, but we were learning fast. Cindy and I would hide there for hours talking about boys and school and all the little things that seemed so important to a couple of teen aged girls. Jean climbed up on the bed and squatted down straddling my torso. "Well now what should I ride? Should I slide down your body and ride that beautiful long spike between your legs? I think this time I want to feel your very talented tongue." She was panting now in her excitement. "Every time you use that mouth on me you send me strait into heaven. I have to wonder if Cindy really knows how lucky she is to have a man like you to ride when ever she pleases." The more she talked the more Jean psyched herself out. By the time she positioned her well trimmed pussy over my mouth she was ready to gush. I knew from past experience that she love oral sex almost as much as down home fucking. With my lips and tongue I could bring her to climax after climax. Hopefully if I could please her enough she wouldn't be tempted to use that riding crop on me. Jean cradled my head in her two hands cooing to me as I started digging through her folds with my tongue, searching for that love button I know was hidden there. When my tongue made contact, I felt her jump just a little and give out a little squeal of pleasure that most women do when they are touched right there. Gently at first I started licking the smooth surface of her clit. Jean locked her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face practically inside her dripping pussy. She lost control and started humping into my mouth. Fucking my nose like it was a cock against her clit. " MORE" she growled, "LICK ME HARDER." She was fucking my face frantically now. "YEAH OH YEAH, FUCK ME WITH THAT TONGUE, THAT NOSE. SUCK THAT CUM BABY, SUCK MY BRAINS OUT. MORE. GIVE ME MORE. GOD I WANT MORE, HARDER, USE THAT TONGUE, AH YES!!! YES!!! SO GOOD SO VERY, VERY GOOD." I looked up and could see her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. Her juices were no longer just pouring out of her pussy. Now she was actually squirting her cum. It splashed into my eye, up my nose and some fired beyond that ending up in my hair. She squirted all over my face and onto the bedding. I'm sure she would have drowned me in her cum and would Never be aware of my passing. I can just see the police report now. "We are holding this Jean woman for murder." " What was the weapon she used Officer?" The Coroner said his lungs were filled with female cum. She must have fucked his face until he was dead. Not such a bad way to go, wouldn't you say? " "I think the DA is going to have a hard time getting this in front of a jury." " Yeah and the Judge is going to have a hell of a time keeping a straight face too." Jean calmed down a little. She was no longer frantically humping my face. Now her hips took on a circular motion like ocean waves rolling over a lonely beach. Her hands no longer jammed my face into her cunt, but were relaxed. Her finger tips were gently toying with the back of my ears. She cooed "Oh baby, you don't know how much I needed that. I have not cum like that in months. If you keep on performing like that I just may not let you go back to Cindy on Sunday night. I may keep you tied to this bed forever" Her eye were twinkling as she stroked her fingers through my hair. I nuzzled back into her pussy and started to lick up all the juices I could reach with my tongue. Jean's hips kept right on moving like ocean waves. Her cooing let me know that she was contented with my performance so far this weekend. Maybe the riding crop was simply a prop for her role playing after all. This talk about punishing me was just Jean's way of teasing. After all if she really did try to whip me I would yell loud enough they would probable hear me in NEW YORK CITY!!!.....Well the next county at least. After I finished tongue cleaning Jean's pussy she got up off of my torso, slipped out of bed and went back into the dressing room. I had to smile when her knees got wobbly and she staggered a bit. Yes she was drunk alright, but no not from alcohol, she was drunk on sexual lust. This time she did not close the dressing room door but from my position on her bed I couldn't quite see what she was up to. I could hear the water running and I wished I could some how get loose from my bounds and take a nice warm shower. Some how Jean must have sensed what I was thinking because a few seconds later she came out of the dressing room stark naked and carrying a wash basin and a clean white towel. "Time for your sponge bath" she said and sitting on the bed beside me she placed the basin on the night stand. Reaching into the basin she took out a wet wash cloth and soaped it up. Once she was satisfied with the amount of soap plus water on the cloth she reached down and started to wash her cum off of my face and hair. Later she washed my chest and the rest of my body. Taking special care to wash and rewash my cock and ball sack . When she finished I asked her "What about my back?" She smiled and said "we'll take care of your back tomorrow along with some other things I want to take care of back there." "Hmm" I said " What do you mean by other things back there?" There was just a hint of worry in my voice. "Don't worry," she said, " you'll like it, I promise you will." After Jean finished drying me with her nice fluffy towel, she turned off the light and crawled into bed beside me. She used my chest for her pillow and was soon fast asleep. I have always been fascinated by the way Jean sleeps. She almost looks like a small child. So calm and relaxed, sometimes purring her pleasure. There is no sign of worry or tossing and turning. The only movement coming from her at all is her pressing in close to my body for warmth and comfort. It really makes me feel very masculine having her under my protection. The feeling has nothing to do with lust. It is not sexual at all. It is more like the love a father has for a small child, when he checks on her while she sleeps. This ends part 02: of WEEKEND SWAP I hope that you enjoyed reading this. Part 03: will follow soon. Weekend Swap Ch. 03 Sunday Morning Sunday morning. The sun must be up and bright. Just a narrow strip of bright light was coming through the drapes and, wouldn't you know it, shining right into my eyes. Still half asleep I try reaching for a pillow to pull over my face to blot out the light. Wait a minute I can't move my arms to reach a pillow. Then I remember. This is not my bedroom. I'm spending the weekend at Jean's house and Cindy is with Jean's husband Jack at our place. Jean seduced me into letting her tie me down to the bed last night. I can't even scratch my nose. Dammed, what a ragging hard-on I have. I look down and I see Jean's blond curls moving up and down at my crotch, avidly sucking my cock. She is so engrossed in giving me head that she is not even aware I'm awake. "Oh Jean, what are you doing to me" I moan. She looks up and smiling she says, "good morning sleepy head. I just thought I would have myself a little snack before breakfast." It's almost 10:30 you must have been very sleepy," she said. "With the working over you gave me last night, do you even wonder why. It is lucky I am not in your hospital's ward this morning," I said. "Do you often love your patients half to death." "She grinned evilly, "if you were on my ward you would be receiving my very special care" she said. "I don't think you would be getting a lot of rest though." "You were totally magnificent,"Jean said, "I can't remember the last time I was that excited or came so much. You are one hell of a man, a rare find to say the least." I must have been close to bursting with pride. I told Jean she was pretty hot herself. She was absolutely beautiful, but there was much more to her femininity than beauty. By the way she moved, the way she talked, her very being just oozed with sexuality. "Well thank you kind sir" she grind, "now if we are through scratching each other's egos. Would you like some breakfast. I think you deserve a big plate of steak and eggs. After all we have to keep up your strength at least until I'm through with you." " Yes thank you" I said, "I'm starving but do I have to be spoon fed here in this bed." I referred to the fact my wrists and ankles were still tied with silk scarves to the bed posts. "Oh yes I almost forgot about that" she said. "That could be a problem. I'll tell you what. If you renew your promise to be my obedient sex slave I'll untie you?" "I want to phone Cindy anyway and ask her something." "What do you want to call her for?" Jean smiled her mischievous smile. "Maybe I'll ask her if I can just keep you." She walked around the bed undoing the knots holding my wrists and ankles. "Ah at last I can scratch my nose." I knew if I told Jean about the itch before I was released from my bonds she would have just as likely gotten a long feather to torture me for a while with it before letting me loose. There are no ends to the agonies a female mind like Jean's can come up with if she has a nice helpless man to play with. Jean told me I could take a shower and she had laid out one of Jack's bath robes on the vanity. "There is also a new toothbrush I got for you to use in the top vanity drawer. In the meantime I'll start breakfast." Off she skipped heading down stairs for the kitchen. I set the shower temperature and got in. It was wonderful letting the warm water soak my body from head to toe. I soaped my self down and let the suds wash off. It was wonderfully relaxing letting the water run over my face, my back, then my entire body. Beside the bath robe I noticed Jean had put out a new disposable razor. Looking into the mirror at my stubble I took the hint and lathered my face thoroughly. After I finished shaving, I found a bottle of English leather men's cologne and aftershave in the cabinet. I splashed some on my face and body. Then I brushed my teeth and rinse my mouth. I slipped into the robe and headed down stairs. When I entered the kitchen, Jean was just finishing her phone call. She whispered something into the receiver and hung up the phone. "Well it is all set." "What is all set" I asked "Why my plans for the day, silly" she said. I told you I needed Cindy's permission." "Permission to do what" I asked. I knew though I was not likely to get any answer. She ignored the last question and walked up close to my body and took a deep whiff. "Mmmmm she smiles and said, "I love that scent on a man. What is it they say, all my men wear English Leather, or they wear nothing at all." She tilted her head up for a kiss and pressed her open palm against my cock through my robe. Then she slipped away over to the stove, where there were four eggs sizzling in a large frying pan. She picked up the frying pan and a spatula. She nodded toward my place and told me to have a seat. There was already a large juicy steak on my plate. She added three of the eggs and dished one onto her plate to join a lonely dry slice of toast. "So little for you and so much for me" I asked? She looked over at me and said, "Eat it all champ, you are going to need it." I just looked over to her smiling face, "Don't even bother to ask," I told myself. Breakfast was great. The steak was medium rare just the way I like it. I must have been really hungry, I polished off the steak, all three eggs and still had space for a large orange juice and coffee. Then we sat around making small talk and just enjoying each other's company. We each flirted a little but it was all in fun with nothing heavy. Later I helped clean up and do the dishes. She washed and I dried. Every once in a while Jean bumped up against me. I had the feeling it was more to keep me interested than accidental body contact. Then the door bell rang. Jean dried her hands and turned to me with a "Shush!!! stay in here while I find out who it is. I would not want one of my neighbors to see you here in a bath robe and no sign of Jack anywhere." I waited nervously in the kitchen, ready to scoot out if any one did come into the house. I heard Jean answer the door. After I heard talking in low hushed voices. I could swear both voices were feminine, and the tone definitely sounded conspiratorial. I was so tempted to peek around a corner and see who was there. But I thought better of it; you Never know - it may just be one of Jean's neighbors. If I was seen that would be a disaster for Jean, Jack, Cindy and Me. After just a couple of minutes, that seemed like a couple of hours to me, I heard the door close and movement toward the kitchen. To my total shock I was greeted by two women. Jean and another lady that I knew quite well named Diane. "Hi Alan" she said. "Look Jean he is as red as a beet. He's blushing. Isn't that adorable. I just love it when I see a man blush like that." I knew Diane very well. She was a single swinger. Many times she had been in our home. When ever Cindy was in the mood for a woman's touch rather then a man. We had called Diane and she had come right over for an evening of fun and games, sharing me with Cindy. Today she had worn a tight sweater that showed off her breasts to maximum advantage. A very mini, mini skirt and a pair of black, spiked heeled boots that came up to her knees. Over her shoulder she carried a large shoulder bag. Diane was over six foot tall. Her legs were long, muscular, and beautiful. Her ass was heart shaped and narrowed down to a slim waist. Her tummy was hard and flat. Her breasts were large. At least a double D or larger. She had the face of Helen of Troy with long strait jet black hair the hung down all the way to her ass. She was the picture of an Amazon. All that was missing was a spear and leopard skin bathing suit. To look at Diane meant an instant hard-on for any man who wasn't at least six months dead. "Lets all go into the living room where we can be comfortable" said Jean. When we walked into the living room I noticed first thing the feather comforter was still in a heap in front of the fire place. Diane also noticed the comforter and nodded her head in a knowing smile. Again I could feel my face burn. I knew it would be beet red again. Diane just grinned at me and said, "relax Alan I won't tell CNN." I felt my face burn even redder and Jean tried to stifle a snicker and lost the battle, breaking down to an all out laugh. She was still laughing when she took a seat at the far end of the couch. I sat next to Jean and Diane pushed in next to me, putting me in the middle. With both women pressing in closer still. "I feel like I am the meat in a human sandwich" I said. "I like to call it a manwich." Diane chuckled at her joke. Jean turned her head toward me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders pulled my lips down to hers. She opened her mouth slightly and licked my lips with the tip of her tongue, inviting my tongue out to play. I opened my mouth slightly and her tongue came in and started a dance of love with mine. The kiss was gentle but passionate. I slipped my arms around her and we pressed into each other. Diane, not to be denied or left out, stroked my back and reached around for the belt of my robe. She slowly pulled on the end and finally the robe fell open. I felt her slip a hand inside the robe and caress my chest. Her hand felt cool against my hot skin. She circled around until she found my nipple. Brushing her finger tips back and forth tickling it until it got as hard as a rock. Then she pinched the little pea between her thumb and her fourth finger. She pulled it away from my body until I flexed in pain. She must have felt me jump because she let the nipple go and mover her palm around my chest searching for the other nipple. Once she found it she followed the same routine. First tickling it, then pinching finally pulling. When I flinched she let it go. Now her cool hand moved down my chest to my tummy. She paused there enjoying the feel of my abs. She moved her hand farther down combing my pubic hair through her fingers. Finally she reached her goal. My rock hard cock. I felt Diane's hand stroke up and down slowly, while her other hand cupped my balls. She rolled my balls one at a time over her knuckles, she stroked my cock up and down. Sometimes pausing to tickle that sensitive spot between the base of my cock and my ass hole with her long index finger she rubbed it round and round my pucker hole. Meanwhile I was reaching inside of Jean's robe and caressing her breasts. Toying with her nipples teasing them with my finger tips until they stood out almost half an inch. My lips left her mouth and moved down to her throat, gently kissing and licking the soft smooth skin. Jean was purring like a satisfied kitten. As I kissed and licked my way down her body. Jean's purr became a whimper. She reminded me not of a little girl. The whimper was not from distress or pain. It was the sound of a woman feeling such joy that she couldn't find a sound that would be capable of expressing such pleasure. No longer was she the wild lust driven tigress she was last night. Now she was a tame kitten, submissive and craving the gentleness of an unhurried lover. It was like she was two women in one. Jean the aggressive tigress, clawing and biting. Now though she was Jean the baby kitten, purring and softly meowing. I took her nipple into my mouth and washed my tongue back and forth over that hard little pebble. She gasped a soft breath and put her hands gently around my head stroking my hair and toying with my ears. I started to suckle not urgently but slow and easy drawing on the nipple slowly while continuing with my gentle tongue action. First one then the other breast gently with the same agonizing slowness, Diane had slipped down to her knees. Her face hovered over my hard cock, examining every detail of it, while she instigated a strangle hold at the base using the fingers of both hands. With the tip of her tongue she tried to force it into the tiny pee hole at the cock's helmet. She licked around the crown like it was a delicious ice-cream cone. She did this several times enjoying my reaction. Finally Diane formed her lush lips into an "O" and took the plunge. She didn't even hesitate to take me all the way down her deep throat. She backed off a couple of inches and again plunged down to the base. For several minutes she repeated this movement. Up and down, up down over and over. She some times almost backed off completely before plunging back to the base. Then holding the head of my cock just inside of her mouth she washed it with her tongue. Sloshing the tongue all around the head. Saliva was dribbling down her chin, and she slurped it back into her mouth making rude noises, that she seemed totally unaware of. I couldn't take much more of this and I told her if she kept it up I was going to cum any second now. When she heard that Diane froze, with my cock deep down her throat. She didn't move or do anything for a few seconds. Then she backed off my cock completely, and looked up at me. "No lover we can't have you cum so soon. This guy" referring to my cock, "has a lot of work to do before we have finished with him." Diane stood up. Jean and I stopped our foreplay temporarily to watch her. My hand though moved down Jean's body the explore her wet pussy. Diane pulled off her sweater, then casually dropped it to the side. She reached down she unzipped her boots. She kicked them off, to join her sweated on the floor. Unbuckled her belt and pulled down the zipper to her mini skirt, slowly to obtain maximum effect. She let the skirt go to slide down her smooth legs. Now she was covered with only her red bra, and matching thong. Reaching up Diane cupped both breasts and hefted them testing their weight, then mashing them into her body. Her hands moved around to her smooth tanned back. She unhooked the bra, but held it in place teasing just a little. After a few seconds she let it go. The bra slid down her arms. Catching it in her hand she reached out and dropped it on top of her other cloths. Despite her breast's mammoth size there was not the slightest bit of sag in them. They were as perky as any woman's breasts half her size. The nipples stuck out even farther then Jean's and the dark skin surrounding them was two to three inches in diameter. Diane put her palms under them and jiggled them just a little. She knew her body could drive both men and women mad and she showed it off like a burlesque queen. She was putting on one hell of a sexy show for the two of us and I could tell she was as much into it as Jean and myself. Smoothing her hands over her sides she moved then down to her thong. Diane slid her hands over the front of her crotch ant then started rubbing her index finger up and down over the skimpy material covering her pussy. Slowly at first and then picking up speed she continued moving her finger digging into the thin smooth cloth. Her eyes glazed over, and a damp spot appeared under her moving fingers. She pushed the small strip of fabric aside and dug her finger deep into her pussy. Faster and faster she masturbated herself. Her mouth was hanging open and drool was running down her chin. I think she ceased to even know Jean and I were right there watching, or she was so much into her self gratification, she didn't seem to care if she had an audience or not. At this point she pushed her thong down legs until it puddled at her ankles. Then kicked them over to land on top of her pile of clothes. The only thing that seemed to be on Diane's mind this moment was getting herself off. Her climax though seemed to be just a little beyond her reach. Like it was on the top of a high wall and she was desperately trying to climb over that top. Her long legs were spread wide apart. She was a picture of wanton lust as she plunged her fingers into the slit of her pussy. At last she hissed and then groaned. Diane's entire body shook and vibrated. Her climax washed over her like a tidal wave. Her legs seemed to wobble. and she had to grab the back of the couch to steady herself and keep from falling on top of Jean and me. It took Diane a minute or two to catch her breath and regain her composure. When she was steady she walked over and recovered her oversized shoulder bag from a near by livingroom chair. She reached inside and came out with a plastic two headed cock about eighteen inches long and a jar of K.Y. Jelly Diane smeared some of the slippery jelly over one end of her sex toy and inserted it into her pussy opening and started moving it in and out of her wet cavity. While all of this was going on I was still moving my finger in and out of Jean's pussy. Jean reached up and turned my head to face her and gently pressed her lips against mine. Her other hand reached down to my cock. She wrapped her fingers around and stroked it from base to tip. She placed her soft cheek beside my face and whispered into my ear, "Oh, Alan I need that big cock of yours inside my pussy. Yes baby, fuck me right here on the carpet. I have to feel you inside of me, sweetheart. I want you right here and now." She slid out of my grasp and lay face up on the carpet. Jean reached down and peeled the lips to she cunt back exposing her swollen clit. "Now Alan do me now" she yelled, "put that giant cock in my pussy and fuck my brains out." She spread her knees apart and bounced her pelvis up and down in her impatience to get my cock inside of her. I knelt down between Jean's knees. Moving over her, I guided my cock into her pussy. She pulled back her legs and hissed between her teeth as I penetrated deeper into her fuck canal Her vaginal muscles seemed to grab my cock and massage the sides of my shaft as I pushed all the way in. Our pubic hair were mashed into each other. God ,it felt so good inside that love tunnel. Jean wrapped her arms around me. Holding me tight while her ankles locked onto the back of my legs and moved up towards my ass. I was locked into her securely on both top and bottom as she moved her pelvis up and down to keep in sync with me. She was like a little minx sinking her nails into my shoulder blades almost drawing blood. I knew then Jean the tigress from last night was beginning to awaken. I was vaguely aware of Diane kneeling behind us. Then I felt her cool soft hands moving slowly up my inner thighs to caress my ass cheeks. She moved her thumbs up the crack of my ass and pulled then apart. Then I felt it Diane's tongue licking up the crack of my ass. She licked all the way up to my pucker hole. Then moved her tongue like a slippery and very lively eel all around my ass hole lubricating it with her saliva as she went. Now she formed the tip of her tongue into a point and forced it inside my butt hole. My sensations were mind boggling my cock was buried deep inside Jean's cunt. At the same time Diane was giving me the most incredible rim job I have ever felt. She kept pushing he tongue in deeper. It felt so incredibly fantastic. "Oh yes Diane push that tongue in deeper. SO GOOD, SO VERY, VERY GOOD. OH DIANE YOU ARE INCREDIBLE, I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING SO MARVELOUS, UNBELIEVABLE AHHHHHH!!!!! For just a moment her pleasure giving tongue was gone. God I hope she would come back. That pleasure giving tongue was incredible. Then she was back, but this time it was not her tongue but her finger smearing K.Y. Jelly all around my ass hole. She pushed her slick finger inside and rubbed all around she pulled out her finger to get another blob of the jelly. She made sure the ass ring at the mouth of my anus was well lubricated. Then Diane started to move her finger all the way into my virgin ass hole farther and farther. She didn't push too fast. No faster then I could take. In and out in a fucking motion making sure that she was spreading the lubricant all around back there. When she thought I was ready she pushed in a second finger. At first it was uncomfortable, but I soon became accustomed to the extra finger, and resumed feeling wave after wave of pleasure. Weekend Swap Ch. 03 Diane found my sensitive prostrate and tickled it with the tip of her finger. "OH MYYYYYYY!!!!!! GOD" I moaned, "DON'T STOP, IT IS SSSSOOOOO!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOD!!!!, MOVE YOUR FINGER DIANE JUST A LITTLE FASTER, JUST A LITTLE HARDER, AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Diane leaned forward until her mouth was beside my ear. She spoke softly, "does that feel good baby, when Diane tickles your prostrate. That's where all that yummy cum is made. Did you know that. Mmmmmmmm!!! Yes!!! lots and lots of creamy cum, gallons and gallons all for Jean and me." She looked down at Jean who had been fucking my cock all this time. "NOW Jean NOW!!!! she asked? Jean tightened her arms and legs holding me in place. She answered Diane dreamily, "Mmmmmm!!! Yes! Now," she nodded Diane moved away and withdrew her fingers from my ass hole. A second later I felt Diane's finger were back, smearing still more K.Y. Jelly around my anus entrance. I could hear Diane doing something back there. But with Jean's constrictor grip I couldn't turn around a see what it was. I didn't have long to wait though. Diane seemed to be crawling up my back, and I could feel her big tits pressing into my shoulders, her arms wrapped around my body. Then I felt it. Something pushing against my ass hole. I was confused at first. It couldn't be Diane's finger - her hands were locked around my chest in a vise grip. Her cheek was next to mine. Her hips pushed violently up and in my bum hole. "YOW" it hurt like fire. OH PLEASE TAKE IT OUT, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, STOP OH GOD PLEASSSSSE!!! IT HURTS SO BAD." I was in agony. The plastic cock must have been six inches up my rectum and it burned like fire. Both women tightened their hold on me. Keeping me from pulling away. Diane grabbed and held my wrists to the floor. I was hopelessly trapped in their snare. Jean was moving her hips in a frenzy. Fucking me faster and faster. Diane, that fast working bitch ,was viciously bouncing into my ass with almost limitless energy. "Oh, he's so tight Jean. I just love it when we get a virgin man," Diane hissed into my ear. Rape! I was being raped by two women. How stupid I've been. They've been planning this all along I was nothing more then a conduit for these two women to use as a way to transfer their perverted sexual lusts from one to the other. It didn't matter a whit how much it hurt me. Just as long as they got their sexual kicks. My humiliation counted for nothing. Jean said it best, "SLAVE" just a "SEX SLAVE" to be used and then discarded when I was no longer needed. Diane slowed down her movements and was no longer violently pounding into my ass hole. She settled into a steady rhythm. " Shhhhhhhsh baby relax and just go with the flow. If you just relax the pain will stop and the pleasure will begin. You will see, Alan, just relax." I promise you baby it will be wonderful and so exciting if you just let it happen. We don't want to hurt you Alan. You'll see this can be the most erotic thing that you have ever done. If you stop resisting we can be a lot more gentle and not have to force it. It isn't every man who has two beautiful women lavishing their charms on him. Finally I stopped struggling and tried to relax. There was no use anyway. The two of them together were stronger than my struggles alone. I started moving my hips with the two women. Gradually the pain went away and it stopped hurting. The feeling that followed was strange at first. Diane was right it was starting to become pleasurable. "MMMMMMMM" yes it was kind of nice. To receive the attention of two women at the same time. Most guys would have to hire a pair of prostitutes for wild sex like this. Jean moving underneath me with my cock in her pussy. Her breasts pushed into my chest as we moved. The stunning beauty of her face all aglow as I looked down on her. She relaxed her hold on me and replaced the iron grip with a caress. Diane too released my wrists from her hold. Her breast felt so sexually stimulating rubbing on my shoulders. Just like an erotic massage as they moved against me. Her hips were no longer pounding into my ass. Now Diane was moving them in a rolling motion rather then in and out. "Nice oh so very, very nice". I guess I was wrong about both of these women. Their pleasure did not come from hurting me. I suppose I was a sort of conduit though but the transfer of pleasures back and fourth to each other left my share of pleasure as it passed through. I wonder if I could convince Cindy to try this technique with me just the two of us or with another woman. That would be really great I wouldn't mind at all Cindy really is wild in the sex department. The pain was long gone now. Replaced by a stimulating sexual feeling I knew I will want to feel again. Now all three of us were rapidly moving toward climax. There would be no cruel pounding now. But our movements did become more urgent as all three of us drew closer and closer to orgasm. Jean was first although I was only a second or two behind her. The both of us gushed and I sank into her warm embrace. We were both gasping for breath so we held off on kisses just yet. Diane was close but not quite ready. I spread my legs and pushed back just a little to help as much as I could. She pushed her hips with more drive but not violence. She held me tight but to be as close to my body as possible not to restrain me. Finally she shrieked loudly to signal her climax and collapsed on my back gasping for air. In spite of being the last to cum, Diane recovered first and rolled off my back and pushed herself far enough away that she could pull me off Jean ,and I ended up between the two of them. I lay there on my back, staring up at the ceiling, close enough to both women to feel the warmth of their bodies. We didn't move or talk for several minutes. Then Diane rolled onto her side facing me and propped her head up with her elbow. "Will you ever forgive me, Alan" she said almost chocked with tears. I turned to face her and said "I have to admit at first I was pretty pissed. But now after seeing how great it was, of course I forgive you. As a matter of fact, I should thank the both of you for teaching me such wonderful pleasures." I leaned over close to her and kissed the tears off her face. She smiled through her tears and said, "I really didn't want to hurt you, but the first time always hurts a little. From now on, though, there will be no pain, only pleasure." I said to her "I only hope there will be a next time. I don't know if Cindy will go for this or not." Jean turned to me laughing. "What do you think all those secret phone calls were about. Cindy and I have been planning this for weeks. She has been wanting to use her strap-on back there for months. So we planned all this and we both knew that Diane would be the perfect teacher for you. I laughed out loud at myself. "Here I thought I was being raped by two bitches and then I come to find out I was being set up by my own sweet little wife all the time." Jean asked in her soft little girl voice. "Do you still forgive us Alan?" I laughed and laughed, "of course I do; you two and my dear wife are the three hottest women I've ever known." Then I reached out for both of them and hugged the two of them close to me. Weekend Swap Ch. 04 This story is a complete fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no characters in this story that are under the age of eighteen. This is the continuation of a story that I started last year and sent in my last installment in February. I would recommend you read the first three installments before starting in on this chapter. * After Alan left for Jean's house to spend the weekend with her, Cindy was just doing the finishing touches on her make-up to greet Jean's husband, Jack. Her lounging outfit had a neckline that plunged to her navel. She wore no bra, so her breasts were barely covered. After all, she saw no reason to be coy with Jack; they had been swinging together, along with their mates for over two years now. There was very little that they didn't know about each other's bodies or sexual appetites. The only thing different this time was they were not just trading mates. This time they were playing in separate homes as well. Not the sort of thing they would even consider with other couples, but the four of them were such close friends that Cindy felt as safe with Jack as she would in her own husband's arms. She was making a last minute check of their home, to be sure everything was where it should be. For some reason, she felt a little nervous. She had been looking forward to this weekend for weeks, and she wanted it to be perfect. At last there was a ring at the door. She looked through the door peep to be sure it was Jack, then opened the door all the way. She thought he looked so handsome with his muscular chest in a open necked shirt and tight enough pants to show off his cute male ass. Jack's face lit up like a Christmas tree, so she knew that she had his approval, as well. *************** "You look stunning Cindy." "Well, thank you, kind sir," she replied. "You look very handsome yourself. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Would you like to relax in the living room until it is ready?" she asked. "Yes, that would be great. Do you have a beer?" "Coming right up," she said and disappeared into the kitchen. While she was there, she made a quick check on the lasagna, and then lit the candles in the dining room. She brought me an ice-cold beer and told me dinner will be served in about five more minutes. "That sounds great," I said. "Is there anything I can do to help?" "No, everything is all set. It just needs a couple of minutes to finish baking." Then she disappeared again back into the kitchen. I picked up my beer and followed her anyway. She was just taking the lasagna out of the oven, and told me to have a seat in the dining room. I did so, but I was thinking about just how cute she looked in her apron over that sexy lounging outfit. She brought the lasagna to the table and went back for the wine and a cork screw. She handed both to me, and sat down. I examined the label: Chianti Classico, eighty-five. "Hmm," I said, "a fine wine and a very good year." She smiled and blushed at my compliment. "I hope you like lasagna," she said. "Oh yes, I love Italian," I replied, "and lasagna most of all." I opened the bottle and inspected the cork, to be sure the wine had been properly stored on its side, then set the bottle down to breathe. Dinner was wonderful. We enjoyed the lasagna and the wine was too expensive to waste, so the two of us finished it off. I could see that Cindy was a little tipsy from the wine and a little giggly. I helped her clear away the dishes. Later, we put on some slow dance music, and snuggled up on the couch. We danced some and while we were dancing, Cindy's hand wondered down my back until she was caressing my ass. She was kissing and licking my throat, and whispering all the nasty things she intended to do with my body through the weekend. She pressed her rather large breasts into my body and ground her hips into my crotch. She was rubbing her hips back and forth over my penis, hidden in my trousers. Once she had driven both me and herself to a frenzy, she dropped to her knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes with an evil smile on her face, she started chewing on the front of my trousers. I was getting so turned on that my knees started getting wobbly and I backed towards the couch to keep from falling. Reluctantly I sat down. Cindy got back on her feet and put on some music with a faster Latin tempo. When the music started she moved her hips in time with the beat. They swirled as she moved, her eyes watching me the whole time. My eyes must have been hazed over with lust. I know my mouth was watering, watching her erotic dance. Better then a stripper: Cindy was some wild jungle woman, like the girls one dreams about from the South Pacific, wearing short sarongs and nothing else. She reached down for the snap that held the top of her lounging outfit closed. Now that it was open I could see alternate flashes of her full breasts and the satin cloth. She danced over in front of me and pulled the material open, exposing her full ripe breasts for my eyes. She pressed her shoulders in and wiggled her breasts just a few inches from my face. I reached my hand up to touch her breasts, but she moved teasingly away before I could make any contact. As she moved back away from me, Cindy cupped her breasts in her palms and pointed the nipples strait at me. Her hips were moving in and out now like she was having intercourse with some invisible ghost lover right there in the middle of the room. She put her hand down inside the bottom section of her lounging outfit, and started masturbating in front of me. Fingering herself, she threw her head back, gasping, with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. She was acting like a wanton slut and I loved every second of it. My cock was bigger and harder then it had ever been. My need was so bad it physically hurt. It took all of my will power to keep from ripping off my trousers and masturbating myself to climax. Cindy took sadistic joy in taunting and teasing her lovers like this. The only problem she had with her sexual game is, the more she teased her sexual playmates, the more sexually excited she became herself. She could see that she was making me crazy with wanting her body. She was just as eager for me, obviously.. Finally Cindy pushed the bottoms, along with her panties down and stepped out of them. Totally naked now, she continued to finger her shaved slit. She danced closer to me until her dripping pussy was just inches in front of my mouth. "Do you like my kitty, baby?" she asked. I could only nod my head, my mouth was too dry now to talk. "Well ,then, why don't you kiss it? My kitty just loves to be kissed." With that, Cindy put her small hands on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to her slit. I put both my hands on Cindy's ass and pulled her pussy into my mouth. I started lapping her slit like a kitten at a bowl of cream. I licked her up and down, but paid particular attention to her love bud at the very top of her slit. Cindy's fingers were combing through my thick, black hair. "Oh yeah, baby, you really know how to please a woman. Oh, what a tongue you have. Oh yes lick that clit, make me cum and cum again. If you do I'll let you do what ever you like with me. I promise to make you cum like a fountain. I'll suck your cock, then lick your balls, I'll even lick out that beautiful ass of yours. I'll sodomize your bum hole with my tongue until you scream with rapture." I was licking her faster and faster. She was bucking her hips like she was a young stallion studding his first mare. Her hips were moving in a blur now and gaining speed with every second. I could tell she was building up like a giant geyser to a boiling hot spray of her juices. Then she screamed like a banshee as her climax overcame her. Cindy dug her fingers into my shoulders to keep herself from falling right on top of me. Slowly she slid down to her knees in front of me. While she was recovering I caressed her hair and cooed softly to her. Right now, Cindy reminded ,me of a little girl cuddling up to her father. No longer the shameless temptress she had been just a couple of minutes earlier. Gradually, though, her composure was returning and I could feel her fingers creeping up to my crotch. Her fingers moved towards my belt buckle and slowly she unhitched my belt. She lifted her head and looked up at me with a wicked smile on her lush lips. I lifted my hips and started to help her, but she gently pushed me back. "Let me do this, sweetheart," she cooed. "I just love undressing you, I can touch you wherever I please." I laid back on one of the cushions and left her to her pleasure. I knew she wanted to draw this out as long as possible. Yes ,she would tease, but later I also knew that she would please as well. Cindy knew that the anticipation increased the pleasures of sex tremendously. I knew full well what an expert Cindy was in giving fantastic sexual pleasure. Like my own wife Jean, there didn't seem to be anything she would not do, nor any boundary she would not cross to satisfy both her own and her bed partner's sexual limits. When my belt was unhooked, she started working on my trouser button and zipper. She pulled my fly down slowly and spread the two halves open. Her soft fingers snaked into my boxers until they reached their goal. Then she pulled out my penis with great relish, examining it from top to bottom and stroking it with her fingers. She smiled her wanton smile up at me, and started licking me around and just below the mushroom head. I gave out a moan of delight. It tickled so good. Cindy was an expert cock sucker and she was using all her delightful little tricks to drive me wild with the intense pleasure of her actions. Her tongue was lapping my rod up, down, and around the mushroom head like it was her favorite flavored ice-cream cone. She was becoming impatient with her action and pulled my trousers down and off my legs. Next came my shorts, and they joined my trousers on the floor. Finally she practically ripped my shirt open and pushed it back off my shoulders and tossed it on the floor. Now we were both naked, and Cindy was eager to touch and caress me all over my body. Her touch was soft and gentle, but at the same time bringing me to a lustful pitch. She ran her fingers over my chest and arm muscles. Then Cindy lifted my cock and started licking my scrotum and sucking gently on my balls. Her hand was stroking my cock. She was careful not to let me cum, but drove me wild with the sensual pleasure of her actions. At last, she looked up at me and told me to get down on my hands and knees so that she could ream out my asshole. I did as she asked and Cindy knelt behind me and spread the cheeks of my ass. Her tongue wiggled up the crack until she came to the entrance to my anus; there she licked and sloshed her tongue around, tickling me and lubricating my bum hole with her saliva. Forming her tongue into a point she forced an entrance. While her tongue was giving me wave after wave of pleasure she reached under me and one hand caressed and tickled my scrotum, while the other hand stroked up and down my sensitive cock shaft. I was gasping with the supreme pleasure that Cindy was giving me. "Let me know when you are almost ready to cum, Jack," Cindy whispered into my ear. "I want to swallow your climax this time. You know how much I love the taste of a man's cream." I grunted my reply and the ream job continued. Cindy was not teasing any more. She was eager for my load and was using every technique she knew to get it. She dug her tongue as deep as it would go into my ass, while her finger tips were gently brushing over my scrotum coaching my cum up into my penis. I was delirious with unbearable lust. I was trying with all of my strength to prolong the ecstasy that Cindy was giving me. Never in my life had I experienced such exquisite pleasure and joy. I reached a point where I just could not hold it back. I croaked, "I cum." My emotions were so stretched two words were all I could get out. Cindy, upon hearing this, left my ass and ducked her head under my body. She just made it without a millisecond to spare, for just as her lips locked onto my cock-head the explosion ripped through my body. The first ejections were so fast and so massive some spilled out the corners of her lips. She soon caught up with it, and was sucking glob after glob down her throat to her hungry tummy. When the volume started to slow a bit, Cindy tugged on my scrotum and sucking ever harder to get those last few drops into her greedy mouth. After she was sure that she had gotten all that there was, she rolled to one side and said, "Hmm, that was delicious. Your cum is just so yummy, I can never get enough." I was drained not only of my cum, but all of my strength as well. I slid to the carpet and turned to face her. I was too weak to talk, but could only smile my gratitude and wonder at what had just occurred. Cindy was the perfect lover. She was a stunning beauty: both face and body, and more important, she had no inhibitions that she has ever displayed. She seemed to derive so much of her personal pleasure from pleasing her lover, whether that lover be her husband or a male or female swinger partner. Cindy and my wife Jean were very much alike in this respect and it would be hard to determine who was the best. I was still not completely recovered when Cindy pressed in closer to my body. Her warm soft flesh felt wonderful next to me. I reached up and touched her face, kissing her on the lips. We snuggled and cuddled each other there on the floor for several minutes. Then suddenly, she sat up and turned to me "Lets go upstairs to the master bedroom where we can really have some fun." I looked up at her, smiling, but told her I didn't have the strength to stand let alone go upstairs to the bedroom. She just laughed and took hold of my arm pulling me to my feet. Reluctantly, I stood up and let her lead me up the stairs to the master bedroom. The two of us laid in the middle of the California king size bed. We cuddled and kissed some more. I told her how fantastic the downstairs love play had been for me. I said that if there was anything, no matter what, that I could do to give her that kind of pleasure, to just ask and I would do my best to comply. Suddenly Cindy got serious and looked deeply into my eyes studying me. "Do you really mean that, Jack?" "Yes, of course I mean it," I told her. "I would not have told you that if I didn't mean it. Is there something special that you really would like to try, Cindy? Just ask me and I'll do my very best to please you." Again, Cindy paused, "Well, there is one thing that I've always wanted to do but I was afraid to ask Alan, for fear he would think I was too twisted." For a while I was thinking that maybe I was biting off more than I could chew. "Well, go ahead and ask me, Cindy. I mean all I can do is say yes or no." Cindy looked very nervous, but went ahead finally and took the plunge. "Well........I mean would it be alright if I......... well....... used my strap-on and screwed you in the ass?" She looked down afraid to make eye contact. I could see her biting her lower lip, worried how I would react. "Oh sure," I said. "Jean and I do that all the time. You will have to use lots of lubrication, though, both on the tip of your strap-on and my asshole, too. Do you have some KY Jelly around the house?" "Oh sure," Cindy said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I have a whole jar in my night stand. I'll lube you up real good. I promise I won't push in too hard or too deep." "It really turns me on when Jean does me like that; I love the feel of her big breasts pushing into my back and when she reaches underneath and strokes my cock at the same time, it feels marvelous." I rolled over on my tummy and spread my legs so Cindy had complete access to my anus. She took out the jar of KY Jelly and smeared a big glob over my asshole. Then gently pushed her finger into the pit. Her fingers were long and thin, so it felt great when she pushed them slowly as far as they would go. Cindy, being a registered nurse, knew just where to push into my asshole for the best effect. The tip of her well greased finger was scratching my prostate gland. In spite of the fact that she had drained my cum only a few minutes before, the way she was stimulating my prostate was starting my engine all over again. "Oh my god, that is fantastic, Cindy. I wish I would have known you had such talent when we first started swinging together." Cindy continued massaging my prostate as she crawled up the bed and laid down next to me. "Does that feel good, baby? Does it make you feel all tingly inside when Cindy plays with your ass like this?" "Oh, it is wonderful, the way you make me feel." "I'm so glad, my sweet man. Just think, we still have the whole weekend in front of us the make each other cum and cum and cum." "Ah, if you keep playing with my bum hole like that, I'm going to blow my load all over your sheets." When Cindy heard that, she stopped at once. "Oh no, stud man, we can't have you cumming so soon, now, can we? I don't want to waste a single drop of your male essence. Not unless it squirts into my mouth or my pussy." She sat back up and pulled her fingers out of my asshole. She reached into her night stand drawer and took out her strap-on and smeared a generous amount of KY Jelly on the tip. Then moved in behind me and spread my ass cheeks one more time. "Now you tell me if I'm doing this wrong, okay?" "Oh, I will, but remember I'm not a virgin back there. Jean has been fucking my ass since we were married, so I think you will do fine." "Put a pillow under your tummy to lift your asshole just a little." I did as she said, and as soon as I settled down on the bed again, Cindy placed the tip of her plastic cock against my anus and pushed slowly but steadily in. When Jean and I first attempted this, there was a mixture of pleasure and pain. After doing it over and over again, there was no pain and only extreme pleasure. Cindy pushed in just a little, then backed off a bit and pushed in again. Each time she penetrated me just a little deeper. After a few tentative strokes she slid all the way to the base. "Is that alright, Jack honey? I'm not hurting you, am I?" "Oh no, baby, you are doing just fine. This is one of my favorite sex games." I told her. "Here I was supposed to do a service to please you, and here once again you are giving me so much pleasure." "Jack, don't worry. I've wanted to do something like this ever since I saw my first cock. I always thought that it was so unfair that guys have such cute asses but women didn't have a nice hard penis to penetrate them." I had to smile at the way Cindy looked at these things. "Don't worry, Jack, we have the whole weekend to think up nasty things we can do to please each other." She reached under me with her hand well greased up with K Y Jelly and grabbed my cock shaft, stroking it up and down as she fucked my asshole with her plastic dick. I could tell from the sounds she was making that she somehow was cumming two or three times during this bizarre sex game. Her breasts were pressed into my shoulder blades and rubbed up and down my back. Her greasy hands seemed to move in coordination with her hips and the effect on me was predictable. I was spilling my seed onto the sheets before I even knew it. Cindy moved her hips faster and faster in my ass. Finally, squealing with delight as she, too, climaxed. After her final cum, she just lay on my back with her phony cock still buried up my shit channel. "That was wonderful, Jack," she told me And rolled off my back, then snuggled up to me, kissing my lips and taking my palm into her own and pressed it over her luscious breast. Weekend Swap Ch. 04 * This ends Chapter four of my story; I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you did, I would very much enjoy hearing from you. I also gain a lot of insight from reading your constructive criticism. I hope that you send your comments, with a return address so I can respond. Love you all, B.B.