18 comments/ 89063 views/ 34 favorites Wife Swap By: Ashson We have some new neighbours, Jan and Steve. They're friendly enough, I guess. Jan is cute. She blonde and in her early twenties. Very early. Steve is somewhat older, around thirty. Personal opinion, he caught her while she was still young and naïve. Not hard to do because my assessment of her is that she's still young and naïve. One other thing. Steve will never be my bosom buddy because he's a slob. From what I can tell it's inherent to his personality. Jan keeps their house clean but I doubt she can find the time to try and do the same for Steve. I do see a little more of Steve than I want to because Jan and Heather, my wife, bonded, and are new best friends. The two women are regularly over at each other's house. I have seen Steve ogling Heather several times. I didn't think too much of it, putting it down to natural male appreciation of a nicely shaped woman. At twenty five, Heather was several years older than Jan in age and a few decades older in experience. I've always thought that Heather was just born knowing. I know I'd hate to try to put anything over her. Anyway, it took me completely by surprise when Steve suddenly told me that he quite fancied Heather. How did I feel about a wife swap? How did I feel about a wife swap? Steve, the lecherous slob, together with my wife? Over my dead body. Better yet, over his dead body. I considered the question and then politely explained to Steve that if he ever laid one greasy finger on my wife I'd snap it off and stuff it up his fundamental orifice and he'd be able to scratch himself every time he sat down. I smiled gently while I explained this to Steve but, from the way he went pale, he got the message loud and clear. He just gave a nervous laugh and assured me he was just joking. I laughed along with him, and assured him that I wasn't. Later that day I wandered into the kitchen and Heather was sitting at the table, drinking coffee. Still fuming over Steve's crass suggestion I vented at her. "Would you believe that Steve had the gall to suggest a wife swap," I grumbled. "Can you believe the hide of that guy? As if I'm ever going to let him within touching distance of you. Angels will be skating on hell's ice rinks first." I expected Heather to fire up and say what she thought of Steve. (I already knew, but figured she'd repeat it anyway.) Instead she looked embarrassed and tilted her head to the side. I just knew I'd opened my mouth and put my foot in. Turning my head I finally saw Jan, standing next to the fridge with the milk in her hand, blushing. Hey, I know when to apologise. "Sorry, Jan," I said. "Nothing personal, I assure you." I should have stopped with, "Sorry, Jan." Heather promptly pounced. "Nothing personal? What do you mean by that?" Talk about being damned if you do or damned if you don't. "Ah," I said, stalling for time. "I guess I mean that while I will admit that Jan is a very attractive young woman who I might have intentions towards in another life, in this life I'm already madly in love with you and would never go behind your back about something like this." I thought that covered it quite neatly, flattering both women while declaring my unconditional loyalty to my wife. Jan was still blushing prettily. "I don't know why Steve would say anything like that. He must know that there would be no way I'd go along with it." She must have realised that she was being as unflattering to me as I had been to her. "Nothing personal," she added sweetly. I grinned and winked, thinking myself nicely out of that, but Heather pounced again. "And what do you mean by nothing personal," she demanded. Jan proved she could think as fast as the best of them. "Um, I guess I mean that although Paul is a very nice man he's your husband and I would never dream of trying to come between the pair of you." Honour satisfied all around I decided it was time for me to discretely depart. No doubt Heather and Jan would want to dissect Steve's character and they didn't need me there to do that. About half an hour later Heather called me. I innocently wandered to my fate. She was sitting at the table, a most suspicious looking smile on her face. Jan was standing to one side, slightly flushed, with a very nervous smile on her face. "Jan had something to show you," Heather said casually, nodding to Jan. Jan then proceeded to chalk me up as a potential heart attack victim, a shocking state of affairs for someone as youthful as me. She reached down, took hold of the hem of her skirt, and drew it up. Not showing off her legs, although they were on display, but lifting her dress high, revealing that she was not wearing panties. All was revealed, showing exactly where her bikini fitted and that she shaved. All those cunning little curves normally hidden from sight were on display. Yes, I looked, taking it all in. I didn't know why this was happening but I knew enough that I was expected to look her over and could be in trouble if I didn't. (I could also be in trouble if I did, I knew, as women can be contrary, but Heather had started the ball rolling.) So I looked, flung Heather a quick what the hell look, and then checked out Jan some more. She was well worth looking at. Trim and fit, not an ounce of unneeded fat, shapely as all hell. "Jan and I have been talking," announced Heather. "Did you know that she's never been with any man apart from Steve?" "Ah, no," I admitted. "Jan's sex life is the sort of thing that is no business of mine and I have never considered it." "Well, she hasn't, but she admits she's been curious as to what it would be like with another man. Now it occurred to me that I have never seen a woman being taken by a man. I'm not counting anything that you might see on video. That isn't real. I'm talking about actually seeing a man stick it to a woman. It seems to me it could be fun to watch a woman get taken, especially if it's the first time this man takes her. So we decided that we'd get you to take Jan, right here and now, while I watch." I'd be lying if I said I didn't have an erection. Hell, my cock had risen with Jan's hemline and had been getting harder ever since. But still. . . "You've got to be kidding me," I said softly. Heather promptly bounced to her feet and walked over to Jan. She lifted her dress even higher, up and over her head high, leaving Jan standing there in a bra. Not for long. Heather undid the bra and Jan wiggled her shoulders slightly and the straps fell down her arms, the rest of the bra following. She had a lot more in the breast department than I'd realised. "Does this look as though we're kidding?" Heather asked. Jan was blushing but not doing anything to cover her charms. "Bounce on your toes," I said softly. "Why?" "I want to watch your breasts bounce." Jan flicked a look at Heather, who was sitting down again. Heather just gave her an evil little smile, waiting. Jan looked back at me and I was standing there, looking at her, waiting. She bounced. Quite nicely, too. She bobbed up and down on her toes, getting a very nice bouncing motion in the breast department. They continued to bobble up and down even after Jan stopped encouraging them. I looked over at Heather and the look she gave me told me she knew they had me by the balls. "OK," I breathed softly, "but there will be retribution at some later date." The threat made Jan look a little nervous but Heather just smiled. She probably figured she could handle anything I threw at her. She probably could, too. And maybe Jan was just looking nervous as she knew what I was agreeing to. "Ah, I think you'll find Jan is ready for your immediate intentions," Heather assured me, nodding towards the dresser. I glanced at it and damned if there wasn't a dildo lying on it. What the fuck had these two been up to while I was elsewhere? What would they have done if I'd come back in unexpectedly? I decided I didn't want to know. I took off my trousers rather than ponder any embarrassing questions. I have always considered myself to fall in the average size where erections are considered. No, I don't know exactly what size I am. I've never measured. Heather has hinted that I'm on the upper bounds of average but says I'm large enough for her and that's all that I need to worry about. From the look on Jan's face I suspect that Steve might be on the shorter side of average. She was eyeing my erection with rather a tense expression. I moved closer to her, reaching out and pulling her up against me, letting her feel my erection pressing against her stomach. My immediate problem was how to initially take her. Drive in hard and fast (assuming she was ready) or slide in gently, letting her feel me gradually filling her. I decided that Steve was the sort of asshole who'd think only of himself and would go in hard right from the word go, and probably even before the word was said. Hence, a slow invasion was the recommended protocol. I backed Jan up against the table, getting her to lean back a little. My hand was between her legs, gently rubbing and assessing her vulnerability. Heather was right about one thing. Whatever the wretches had been doing it had left Jan in a hot and willing state. I took one of Jan's hands and pressed it against my rigid pole. She swallowed as her hand closed over it, flicking a frantic glance towards Heather. I don't know what she saw on Heather's face but it seemed to reassure her. Her grip tightened. "No," I said quietly. "Don't just hang onto it as though you're going to fight it off. Put it where it's going to do the most good." Jan's eyes widened and she was staring at me, blushing, while her hand slowly manoeuvred my erection until the head was pressing between her lips. I pressed forward, feeling her lips yielding. "Don't look at me, look down," I gently chided and Jan's gaze switched to where my cock was starting to penetrate her. I leaned forward, slowly increasing the pressure, my cock sinking slowly but surely into her. Jan was breathing hard, staring down at where we merged, and I suspect that she was practically willing my cock to take her. I was willing to oblige. I just naturally kept pushing until I was fully in her, the only catch being that I pushed bloody slowly. I even backup up a little when Jan started pushing towards me. "Not yet," I told her. "Just wait while I make myself at home." Ignoring her squirming impatience I continued on my slow way, knowing she was feeling me deep inside her. Finally I settled against her with a little bump, promptly squirming around a little to make sure I was comfortable seated. From the hissing sound she made I suspect that it was an unprecedented move and that it was doing unspeakable things inside her. Stage set I started pumping her. I started slow and small, just gently easing back and forth a few inches, letting her get the feel of me. Her irritation was starting to show. She was breathing hard, trying to push hard against me, frustration building. There are different types of fun and I decided it was time to switch from the fun of teasing to the more ribald fun of taking. I moved faster and Jan gave a groan of relief as my erection started to forcefully pleasure her. I was now making full drives into her, not sliding in nice and gently but pulling right back and driving in hard. Jan was gasping and swearing, shaking her head slowly as she responded forcefully, her back arching as she pushed herself up to meet me, almost screaming in her eagerness. I settled for a nice steady tempo, trying to make things last for more than a few seconds. I suppose I succeeded. We certainly seemed to be banging together for a reasonable period. The sounds Jan was making were starting to sound a little frantic. Time, I thought, to give her a little push. I started hitting her harder and faster, driving in with a will. I'd timed it right. Jan was ready and she climaxed, her mouth open, screaming silently. I let her ride it out before pulling free. She was still shaking slightly, concentrating on what had just happened. She should have concentrated on what was happening right now. I turned her around to face the table, and she slumped forward against it, leaving herself nicely exposed. She gave quite a startled shriek when I drove firmly into her again. She'd had her climax and I didn't need to worry about that. I went right to town, banging her heartily, letting my own driving need take charge. It didn't take all that much time before I was ready to go. Jan's bottom was bobbing up and down nicely as she moved with me, and I could hear her giving tongue again. I gave one last burst, hitting hard, then erupting deep inside her. I was quite chuffed to find her climaxing again. Afterwards, Heather seemed vastly amused by the whole thing, even though she knew I was planning some sort of retribution. Jan just sat at the table, appearing to glow slightly. She was practically radiant. I decided then and there that if they started to discuss my sexual abilities I was taking off, running. "Um, are you going to tell him the rest?" asked Jan, and she was smirking at me. I looked suspiciously at Heather. "Ah, well," she said, finally sounding just a little bit nervous, "part of the deal that Jan and I made was that she should be able to see you take me. She's just as curious as to what it's like. Um, when Steve goes to the pub tonight she's coming over." I sat back, considering the two women, and they were both looking increasingly nervous. I nodded judiciously. "Tell me, Jan," I said, "have you ever seen a husband spank his wife before ravishing her?" Jan shook her head, blushing, while Heather squirmed in her chair slightly. "Then you're in for a treat tonight," I promised. "One other thing. Have you ever been stripped and spanked yourself?" Jan shook her head again, and now she was looking a lot more nervous. "My, my," I murmured. "Today is going to be quite a day of firsts for you, isn't it?" Wife Swap Goes Wrong Summer time, 2008. An endless sea of persons of different shapes and sizes and colours invaded the streets of Miami, basking in the sun which bristled with intense heat from where it suspended, millions of miles away in space. As was customary in this part of the United States during times like this, women flaunted a good chunk of their skin by donning scanty sweat-shorts or skirts and sleeveless tops, while men went for the typical vibrant or bland loose-fitting shorts and t-shirts. If truth be told, the only men and women lacking in this dress policy were those too old or too bored to care. Sholanda Smith absorbed the view from the window-seat where she was nestled inside the sweltering bus as it navigated the busy road to its final bus stop. The bus groaned to a halt and Sholanda disembarked. She had her shades on and glanced around, looking for nowhere in particular. Today she was in all-black, right from her sunglasses to her modish, open-toe sandals. A form fitting blouse graced her upper body and a skirt that cut above her knees wrapped tight around her butt. Sholanda was a 5'7 African-American woman and very curvaceous. Her breasts were average in size and her waist tapered slightly and flared to give structure to a set of wide hips. Her plump arse jutted shamelessly such that it was a miracle her skirt was able to hold on. Sholanda departed the bus stop and strolled with her fellow pedestrians along the pavement. It was no surprise that she heard wolf-whistles from idle, young black men traipsing about. She knew their eyes were fastened on her arse. It was after all a sight to behold, a mysterious wonder. With each step she took, her butt-cheeks adjusted their weight and balance, shifting up and down respectively, and trembling faintly within the confines of her skirt as though protesting to be liberated from their cruel prison. She was the epitome of what these boys called "thick girl". Everything about her lured them; the swell of her breasts, the deep-round of her arse, the thick of her strong thighs, the arch of her full lips, her heart-shaped face, her trendy short hair, her small nose, and her cool liquid-brown eyes. Sholanda paid no heed to them. She was a busy woman. And married. But the ring on her finger did little to dissuade them from their desperate antics, for as she pranced she felt pinches, taps and light squeezes on her meaty arse. It was futile to confront them, so she kept on her way, eyes front, maintaining a steady pace. Minutes expired before she arrived at her destination, an outdoor cafe. The place crawled with holidaymakers. One table at the south-end was occupied by a brown-haired white male. A thin man, he sported a black shirt, white track pants and cream Adidas trainers. Sholanda weaved past tables, chairs and people to get to him. 'Hey you,' she smiled at him once she was close enough. 'Hey, Sholanda, right?' He said, standing. 'Yeah, that's me,' They embraced and took their seats. 'You're looking good,' he winked at her and her smile grew wider. 'Thank you.' She said. 'So, here I am, Jerry.' 'Yep,' Jerry said, producing a brown folder and handing it to her. 'That's the contract from NBC headquarters. It's got the price and everything listed for this gig. You're gonna make a hell of a money if you do this. Have you – er – talked to your husband yet?' 'Yeah, yeah, of course.' Sholanda said, perusing the papers in her hand. She had never been this delighted in weeks. 'So all I gotta do is participate in this Wife Swap thing...' 'Yeah. It's a show we've been running for a while. I don't know if you've seen it. You can on YouTube – it's all over the place. All you gotta do is move in with this guy and his kids while his wife moves in with your husband and your kids. The idea is that you impress on your new, temporary family your ethics to help them grow as individuals ... or you could just fuck the whole place up. Your choice.' He said and they laughed. 'Fuck the place up? Really?' Sholanda said. 'Hey, they don't call it reality TV for nothing.' Jerry smirked and sipped some Diet Coke. 'This is really nice. I really love what I'm seeing here.' Sholanda's focus revisited the contract. 'So you're in?' Jerry asked hopefully. 'Tell you what, why don't I take this home with me and I'll give you a call as soon as my husband sees it. That okay?' 'Sounds good enough for me.' A self-satisfied expression lit on Jerry's face. 'In the mean time, why don't I get you and me a drink and something to eat, huh? The sun's fucking killing me, I'm thirsty and I'm starving, and I know you're feeling the same.' Yes, she was. *** All it took was one read of the contract and John was ecstatic. The prospect of an eventful, successful summer didn't seem as glum as it had last month. John brushed the wisps of blonde locks obscuring his right eye and stole a glance at the contract again. He couldn't help it. The thing was an eye-magnet. '$70,000! Honey, this is insane!' He said to his wife, Sholanda, who was seated right next to him. She had just returned from a meeting with an NBC producer. 'So we're in?' An expectant Sholanda said. 'Of course we're in. I ain't fucking stupid!' Sholanda squealed and hugged him. 'Oh baby, thanks!' She said. 'I'm gonna call Jerry right now and give him the good news. This is gonna be fun. I promise.' It had been her idea from the start. Not only would they make some money out of this, it would also give her some public exposure (no matter how little) which she needed to further her ailing acting career. Admittedly it wasn't a sure career-booster, but in this time and age hustling was the name of the game. 'You do that, babe,' John's handsome features relaxed, outlining a pleased look. He rose to a lofty 5'11 and stretched his lean muscles. 'I'll be upstairs taking a nap and dreaming of great things to come.' Sholanda dashed to the kitchen to get some ice cream and make the phone call that would change her life forever. *** Things were now set in motion. By 11am, Tuesday morning, NBC crewmembers were parked in front of the Smith residence. Jerry detailed the essential protocols to Sholanda and John, elucidating how Wife Swap worked. Later, Sholanda, dressed in tight-fitting inky blue jeans and a pink top, and armed with a bag of clothes and other necessities, was escorted to a white Mercedes and driven to the home of the family she would be spending next week or so. The house was a monstrous white edifice. There had to be about ten bedrooms or more in it. Sholanda couldn't wipe the awestruck look from her face as she walked to the main entrance. The door opened before she could knock and a man stepped forth to welcome her. 'Hey, what's up, I'm Terry,' he said, shaking her small hand which was instantly swallowed in his. Terry was an athlete, African-American, big and strong. At 6'0 he towered everyone around him and carried with him an air of respect. His shoulders were broad and his substantial muscles undulated underneath his white long-sleeved tank top, their concrete contours traceable on the fabric. His hair was trimmed short and his lips shaped a warm smile as his eyes took in Sholanda's appearance. 'I'm Sholanda. Nice to meet you finally.' Sholanda said, charmed by his charisma. It wasn't everyday she met a handsome, wealthy, respectable black man like Terry. It was one of the reasons she had married John, a white guy; black men of Terry's calibre were nonexistent or difficult to find. 'Come on in. Let me introduce you to the kids.' Terry gestured, drifting aside for her to enter. If she thought outside was glorious then there really weren't words to accurately describe inside the house. It was beyond splendid. Everything smelt of raw wealth and hard work. The architecture of the room was pristine. By the time Sholanda's eyes had meandered round for a bit she felt somewhat groggy with wonderment. Terry had two kids, 4 year-old Miranda and 6 year-old Terry Junior. From the light-brown tint of their skin, dissimilar from Terry's chocolate-brown, Sholanda rightly guessed their mother was Caucasian (the pictures on the wall also confirmed her notion). Seems she and Terry had one thing in common. 'Do you wanna play with me in my room? I've got some really cool toys,' Terry Junior grabbed Sholanda's hand. 'I saw her first!' Miranda objected. 'She's playing with me. Daddy, tell him!' Terry and Sholanda both laughed. 'It's okay. There's plenty of me to go around.' Sholanda took both their hands. 'C'mon, let's go have some fun.' Things were looking up already for Sholanda. Her future here seemed bright. Fantastic. *** Over the next couple of days, Sholanda had been able to infuse not just herself but her rules into the Johnson home for better or worse. Astoundingly though, Terry and his kids gave little resistance to this change. They tended to hang on to her every word and were very obedient and helpful to her. It was more than she could have asked for. The producers were pleased with how smoothly things were running. However, there was one big problem: Terry. Sholanda had been getting some vibes from him. And it wasn't a unidirectional occurrence. She too had been giving out vibes, despite not wanting to. She couldn't help it. The man was appealing and funny and sooo sexy. John was all those things too, but Terry ... Terry was different. Beneath his cool personality Sholanda detected an innate animalistic passion that threatened to rupture to the open whenever they were alone, especially when their eyes locked. Sometimes she expected him to jump across the room, rip her clothes to pieces and take her right there in front of the cameras and his children. Thank God for the cameras. With their continued, imposing company in Terry's home it was safe to say that no hanky-panky would ever ensue. Plus he was married. And she was married. So, there. On Saturday morning Sholanda walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for the family as she had done on previous days. She got out a cereal box from a cupboard and a carton of milk from the fridge. There were also some bread, eggs and beacon in there. She retrieved those. It wasn't until she turned around that she became aware of Terry observing her from the doorway. How long had he been there? 'Terry, hey,' she said, greeting him with a warm smile. 'You aight? Hope your night was cool,' 'Yeah, it was.' He said, settling on a stool. 'I'm just preparing breakfast before the cameramen resume duty.' Sholanda said. 'Yeah, I feel you on that. They can be a pain in the ass sometimes.' He grinned. 'It's aight though. I'm having fun.' 'I can tell.' Terry's gaze bore into her eyes the same way it had been doing since she first got here. They were mesmerising, inviting her to a dangerous and exciting place she knew best to avoid. Sholanda tore her eyes from his and preoccupied herself with anything in an effort to keep from meeting his stare. 'So, what's it like at your crib?'He asked after a moment. 'Well, I got two adorable kids like you. I'm an aspiring actress. And I'm married to a wonderful husband.' 'White guy, huh?' 'How'd you know?' 'I'm psychic.' 'Really?' She cocked her eyebrow, amused. 'Nah, I read your file.' He said and they chuckled. 'I never read yours,' Sholanda confessed. 'You don't need to anymore, you're already here. You can find out whatever you want. Just ask.' They talked some more until Miranda and Terry Junior barged in, trailed by the NBC cameramen. Another day of Wife Swap began. For the next couple of hours, Terry, the children and Sholanda engaged in fun activities and outdoor sports to appreciate the summer. They strolled to a nearby restaurant, ate ice cream and pizza, drove around the city, and returned home giggling, cheerful at the day's accomplishments. Sholanda had broken her promise to avoid Terry at all cost throughout the episode. She couldn't wait for this Wife Swap to end. She wanted to go back to John before either of them – Terry or her – did something they would regret for the rest of their lives. Unable to sleep that night at around 12, Sholanda wore her favourite black skirt and white sweater, and exited her room for the kitchen. Why were all her clothes tight? Her jeans, her skirts, her tops – they were all tight. Why? Stupid question, yes, but she realised they could be part of the problem, the reason why Terry was infatuated with her body (she never missed his hungry ogles). But she was used to dressing this way, both outside and in her home. She hadn't thought of how it would affect her Wife Swap host. And the producers never objected to her fashion sense, so they too probably didn't think it was that big a deal. Sholanda sighed and helped herself to some leftover food in the fridge. Everyone was fast asleep – the NBC cameramen included. Her flimsy handling of the cutlery led to its accidental slip from her hand. It clattered on the floor and bounced under the table. 'Shit.' Sholanda grunted and knelt. She bent forward, crawled and stretched her arm to grab the spoon. 'My god...' The deep voice frightened her. She would have jumped if she wasn't bent over. Twisting her neck and edging out from below, she saw that it was Terry. He wore black trunks and a white undershirt. His well-defined muscles pushed out, bump after bump. There was something else, something that froze Sholanda in her stooped posture: a mighty bulge protruded, stretching his elastic trunks. It was pretty obvious where Terry's eyes were on: her beefed up arse which tautened her poor skirt. 'Terry...' The sound of her voice was supposed to be a caveat, her way of reminding him of their delicate situation – happily married with kids. Instead it sounded enthralled, because her damn, foolish eyes feasted on the monstrosity of his buried erection. 'Fuck this.' Terry swore and marched towards her. He was right behind her before her brain had time to function and relay an action to her nerves. 'Terry!' Terry knelt and pressed his groin on her fat arse. His strong hands forced her back to drop, putting her head on the cold floor. The deed caused her arse to shoot further in the air. A scream fashioned in her mind but failed to articulate as words from her mouth. It was the thing inside his trucks. It had curbed her desire to flee and destroyed her attempts at objecting to his lewd act. What the fuck was it, a python?! It felt bigger than any dick she had ever happened upon. Terry groaned and spun his waist, chaffing his enlarged member on her butt in slow, rhythmic motions. 'Look at that ass...' His voice rumbled at the back of his throat. 'Terry, please don't do this,' what? That's the best you can come up with? Her subconscious voice insulted her. Terry swiped her butt with his hand. A loud, hollow SMACK rang and her arse jiggled seductively. Sholanda whimpered. 'Fuck! Look at that ass!' Terry moaned. 'Terry, we can't do this...' 'Shake that ass for me.' Terry ordered, still rubbing his crotch on her butt. 'What? Heeell no!' 'Move that ass, girl!' Terry repeated the firm command and whacked her left arse-cheek, setting it off into an unruly vibration. She shouldn't do it. She should get up and walk away. She shouldn't do it... But she did. The monster cock wedged on her butt promised her dark pleasures. Pleasures she was curious about. Curious enough to do whatever Terry wanted of her. Sholanda's waist and arse went into action. Soon she was twirling her waist round and round and bucking her arse up and down in perpetuity, stroking Terry's fat cock. 'Ooooh shiiit...' Terry groaned. His eyelids fluttered shut as sweet desire consumed him. 'Ooooh fuuuuck. You were a video vixen, huh,' A video vixen was an extremely hour-glass shaped woman, preferably with a huge arse, who appeared as a dancer in hip-hop videos. She had been in the business for years before stumbling into John on a Saturday night at a cinema. 'Yeah,' Sholanda muttered, grafting hard to bump her arse as best as possible on that cock she craved so much. Gone were her thoughts of escaping this nightmare, because it wasn't a nightmare anymore. It was a perverted fantasy, and thus needed only to be embraced, not fought. Go with the flow. As time went on Terry grew more demanding, dry fucking her as hard as he could, and then finally he halted his actions and brought them both to their feet. The instant Sholanda was up Terry gripped her arse with his big hands. His fingers dug into her soft, luscious flesh. Unable to help himself, Terry returned to his knees again and kissed both butt-cheeks one after the other, nibbling to his heart's desire. His hands descended to her sturdy thighs and attacked. 'Thicky-thick girl,' he grunted, rising. His hands never strayed too far from Sholanda's delicious derriere. 'You wanna touch it?' He didn't wait for an answer; seizing Sholanda's left hand, he brought it to his swollen crotch. What the fuck? Sholanda mouthed as her fingers traced the solid impression of the secreted beast. She dreaded the moment it would rare its head. 'I'mma fuck you tonight, Sholanda,' Terry licked and smacked his lips. 'I'mma tear that pussy up.' Sholanda lifted her head and stared at him in shock. No one had ever spoken to her like that. It was ... exhilarating. The spot between her thighs tingled. Terry's hand clutched and shook her left butt-cheek. 'I'mma rip that fat ass,' he added. His eyes promised her. Sholanda's hand lifted from her side and her palm flattened on his chest. She felt the thick muscle there. Her hand lowered and ferreted, learning and appreciating every bump and lump. His body was perfect, a magnificent sculpture. 'Where'd you want us to get down?' Terry said. 'What about the kids?' Sholanda suddenly remembered Miranda and Terry Junior. 'They ain't gonna hear nothing, girl,' Terry's head inclined and his lips crushed hers. Sholanda allowed the kiss, welcomed it. She opened up to him. Their tongues assaulted each other, counting their teeth, tasting their lips. As their electrifying, passionate kiss took place, Sholanda and Terry had their hands all over the respective other. Terry's rubbed her back, massaged her aching breasts and slapped her beckoning butt, while Sholanda's clawed his rock-hard chest and surfboard torso. It was Terry who ended their feverish make out session. His hands gripped her waist and he hauled her up as though she was as light as feather, dumping her on the kitchen table. The table protested but held firm. Terry's hands blurred in speed and tore open Sholanda's sweater. Her breasts flew out. Terry's greedy hands wrapped around them and he squeezed hard. 'Oooh god,' Sholanda moaned. Terry leaned forward and began to suck her right nipple, urging the chunky, black bud to pay reverence to his mouth by erecting. He teased with his tongue and bit her breast lightly. Sholanda writhed on the table as pure sexual energy coursed through her veins. Terry hadn't forgotten her other breast; all the while, as he dealt with the right one, his hand moulded the left however way he saw fit. Then his mouth took over. 'Oooh shit!' Sholanda grunted, gripping the edge of the table with one hand and grasping his head with the other. She encouraged him with gentle prods here and there. Why was she doing this? What about John, the love of her life, her husband? She was supposed to be faithful. She was supposed to honour her vows. Terry's mighty arms imprisoned her waist and he brought her down from the table. Without a word, he spun her around to back him and pushed her back until her breasts packed down on the table. His hand sliced through the air and spanked her. It was the hardest he had spanked that day and the pain was evident from Sholanda's, 'Fuck, Terry!' Still her butt quaked from the blow, hypnotising him. He did it again. Wife Swap Goes Wrong 'Oooh,' Sholanda's response was bitter-sweet. Gone was the kind, mild-mannered Terry she had come to know since her arrival at his house. In its place was an animal. An untamed beast. Terry forced her skirt up her thick thighs and over her projecting arse to her collect around her waist. She had no panties on. Good. 'That's the shit. Shake that thick ass. Booty clap for me,' Terry instructed. Sholanda obeyed and moved her legs such that her butt-cheeks flapped and slapped each other over and over. Waves of tremor washed over the surface of her arse as she sustained this activity. 'Fuck! Just look at that shit,' Terry said and sank to his knees. He stuck his face between her thighs. 'Ooooh fuck!' Sholanda cried the instant Terry's tongue lapped her soaked pussy. She spread her thighs to invite him further in and kicked her butt repeatedly just the way he loved it. Terry mumbled. His hands manned her waist and his mouth performed miracles, tongue toying with her clit and ploughing her pussy. 'Oh my fucking god!' Sholanda sank her teeth into her lower lip, panting as an unbelievable force gripped her. Her body movement was out of her control, budging on its own accord. Terry got up and took off his trunks. Dick in hand, he parted her butt-cheeks, ready for entry. 'Fuck me, is that your fist?!' Sholanda's eyes widened when she felt the giant mushroom head of Terry's cock between her pussy lips. Terry maintained a strong hold on her waist and pushed his waist forward. The big head went through. Then the thick, vein-coated shaft began to slither in. Sholanda couldn't keep still. Her arse couldn't keep still. 'Uuuuuugh!' Her mouth spewed automatically. Sholanda had a tight pussy, which was why Terry took it slow. After what seemed like forever, he was completely lodged in. 'That's a tight-ass pussy. Don't worry, Terry's gonna loosen it up, baby.' A satisfied moan escaped his lips. He pulled back and slammed in. Sholanda's arse quivered. Again: back-pull, forward-push, arse-shake. And again. And again. Faster. Harder. 'UUUUUUUGH!' Sholanda cried. She had climaxed and they were only seconds into fucking. Her waist and legs joined forces to help build up a furious rhythm. 'I LOVE THIS PUSSY! I FUCKING LOVE THIS PUSSY!' Terry proclaimed, his eyes narrowed into a glare and fixated on Sholanda's butt which shook violently as he tore in tore in and out of her pussy. He was moving really hard and swift. He told himself to relax a bit, least he climaxes early. But Sholanda's pussy was something else. He wasn't so sure he could slow down. His dick was having the time of its life. 'OOH SHIIT! OOH SHIIIT! FUCK! FUCK ME TERRY!' Sholanda beseeched. 'I'MMA FUCK THAT PUSSY RAW!' 'FUCK THAT PUSSY RAW!' 'I'MMA BURST THAT PUSSY UP! I'MMA MAKE IT RAIN!' 'BURST MY PUSSY! BURST MY PUSSIIIEE!' 'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIIIIIT!' Terry's face contorted, dissolving in painful bliss. He leaned forward and grabbed hold of Sholanda's shoulders. 'I'MMA FILL IT! FILL IT UP! FILL THAT PUSSY UP!' 'OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH FUCK-YEAH! FILL ME!' Sholanda cared not if the entire house woke up and walked in on them. She wouldn't stop Terry or herself, not when her pussy was being plundered mercilessly as such. Seconds later, a funny, familiar sensation matured in her. 'OH FUCK! OH TERRY! I'M GONNA CUM!' 'YOU GONNA CUM?!' 'I'M GONNA CUM!' 'YOU GONNA CUM FOR TERRY?!' 'I'MMA CUM FOR TERRY!' 'CUM FOR TERRY?!' 'CUM FOR TERRY!' 'CUM FOR TERRY?!' 'CUM FOR TERRIEEEEEEE!' Brutal spasms rocked her body and soul as perhaps the greatest orgasm ripped her organs inside-out. Terry slowed his fuck-pace. 'Oh shit... Oh shit...' Terry pumped air in and out of his lungs in rapid successions, and removed his cock from Sholanda's dripping pussy. 'We ain't done yet,' he reminded her. Sholanda rose from the table, barely able to stand. She got her first glimpse of Terry's wonder cock. My god. It's size was alien. She had never seen anything like it. 'Come on, baby,' Terry coaxed her to a nearby armless kitchen chair. He sat and his cock, a little curved, pointed skyward. Sholanda understood what she had to do. She clambered him and straddled his thighs. Then her arse descended. His cock spread her soaking pussy lips and stretched its walls as it had before. 'Oooooh,' she grunted. Her spine shivered. 'Oooh yeeeah,' Terry closed his eyes and smiled as a wonderful sensation washed over him. His hands squeezed her arse. 'Now I want you to hold on to me – hold on tight – and move that ass. Not your whole body, just that sweet ass.' Sholanda wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her butt in circles. She relished the feeling of his enormous cock inside her. 'Uuugh... Hmmm... Ooooh...' Sholanda sighed. 'That's it. That's it, girl.' Terry said. Sholanda's head dipped and she and Terry shared a wet, fiery kiss, lip-sucking, tongue-action and all. Her pussy lubricated. She was getting restless and her arse was starting to bump up and down. It wasn't long before Sholanda switched from grinding to hopping on Terry. Terry smacked her butt and frowned at her. 'Ouch!' Sholanda grunted. 'What did I tell you, bitch? I said, move that ass only. Not your whole body, aight?' Sholanda pressed her lips on Terry's neck and threw her butt in erratic motions, fucking Terry as he ordered. 'Oh fuck! Now that's the shit!' Terry chuckled, embracing Sholanda's waist. Each time her arse slammed on Terry's thighs, a SLAP sound emerged. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP she went. 'TERRY! TERRY! OH SHIT TERRY!' 'ATTA GIRL! ATTA GIRL! ATTA GIRL! FUCKING BITCH!' They persevered for minutes, by which time they were both covered in profuse sweat and their muscles ached for respite. But the desire to continue was too powerful to discount and held them spellbound. They fucked and fucked until it happened. 'OH SHIT! DO YOU FEEL THAT SHIT?!' Terry said. 'UUUGH! UUUUGH! UUUUGH!' Sholanda wasn't paying attention to anything except her exploding pussy leaking juice all over Terry's thighs. Terry clouted her unruly butt with his clammy palm, demanding an answer. 'DO YOU FEEL THAT SHIT?' 'OH JUST FUCK ME! FUCK MEEE! FUCK MEEE!' 'I'M ABOUT TO CUM!' Terry announced. 'I'M ABOUT TO FUCKING CUM!' 'CUM WITH ME BABY! CUM WITH ME!' Sholanda felt her orgasm developing for the third time that day. 'I'M ABOUT TO BURST OFF IN YOUR PUSSY!' 'YEEES! YEEES!' 'I'M ABOUT TO BLAST! OH SHIT! FUCK!' 'YEEEAH! OOH YEEEAH! FUCKING CUM WITH MEEE!' 'HERE IT CUUMS! AAAAAAAGH!!' 'UUUUUUUUUUUGH!!' Warm, creamy, and plentiful, Terry's cock supplied Sholanda's pussy with an amazing stream of sperm. They raced from his balls, all the way up his shaft, and spouted his cock's head with such force that they travelled all the way to the top. Spent, Sholanda collapsed on Terry. They remained so for a short while before Sholanda decided it was time to retire to her bedroom. She dragged her weight off Terry and limped to one of the cupboards. There she got out some tissue paper and cleaned off the mixture of hers and Terry's bodily fluid dribbling from her pussy onto her thighs. She tugged her skirt down from her waist, enveloping her heavy butt in the fabric, and handed the rest of the tissue to Terry. 'Thanks.' He collected it and grinned at her. Sholanda did not return his smile. Reality was such a funny thing, and now that it had set in she realised the enormity of her mistake. She should never have done this. How could she ever face John and not tell him the truth? She hated lying to him and he could read her. He would find out and leave her. Oh god, what had she done? Perhaps most painful was the fact that she hadn't been forced into this. She had been a willing participant like Terry. And though it had been insane fun, they would have to come to terms with what they had done. She would have to come to terms with her betrayal. Terry seemed at ease with himself. The pig. 'I'm off to bed.' Sholanda said. She didn't wait for a reply and marched out of the kitchen. *** Wife Swap was over in two days and Sholanda was glad to be home and rid of Terry. She never wanted to see him again. Now, she had to figure out a way to lie to her husband for the rest of their married lives together. Easier said than done. Most times she fidgeted a lot and never was capable of looking John in the eye. A week later, on Monday afternoon, after a long walk in the city, Sholanda arrived home to find a brooding John seated at the dining table and downing a bottle of Whisky. His laptop sat open in front of him. Sholanda's heart flipped over. Had he lost his job? 'Honey, are you okay?' Sholanda said on dumping her purse on the table. 'What the fuck is this?' Puffy-eyed, John rotated the laptop for her to view its screen. Sholanda's world crashed. If there was ever a time for the ground to cave in and swallow her, now was it. But how was this possible? Oh no! 'I – wha-what is that?' 'What is that?' John said quietly. 'WHAT IS THAT, YOU SAY?' He suddenly yelled. 'THAT, MY DEAR WIFE, IS YOU FUCKING ANOTHER GUY!' She could see that clearly; Terry rooted behind her and ramming her pussy from behind as her upper body lay sprawled on his kitchen table, their feverish voices a cacophony of undomesticated fucking. The video was sharp. Someone had been present. Someone had filmed it all. And now it seemed this person had uploaded it onto a porn website. 'Honey, I – I can explain,' Sholanda babbled. 'Explain?' John glowered at her. His expression was injured and furious at the same time. It frightened Sholanda to see John like this. He was always so cheerful and forgiving. Oh god, what was she to do? 'Fuck you and fuck your explanation. I'm done with your slutty ass.' John shot to his feet. 'Wait, please!' Sholanda's vision blurred from the tears that sprouted from her eyes. 'John –' 'GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!' John shoved her off the instant she touched him. 'YOU HEAR ME? STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKING BITCH! FUCKING WHORE!' Crumbled on the floor, Sholanda wept in her hands. Shit. Shit! She had fucked up big time. Her life, her husband, her kids, everything – she had lost it all to a stupid fling that should never have happened if she had just kept her thighs closed. 'Get outta my fucking house, now!' John returned from their bedroom with a bag. 'Those are some of your things. You can come back later for the rest. You know what, fuck it. By the time you get back, I'd have burned them, you fucking slut!' 'John, don't say that, please! I made a stupid mistake... John!' John grabbed her arm and towed her across the floor to the front door. He yanked it open and propelled her out. 'Fuck you. Fuck your apologies. I'm done.' he spat. 'Don't ever try to fucking contact me again. If you do, I'll beat the shit outta you. WHORE!' He slammed the door. 'John! JOHN!' Sholanda pounded the door. 'JOHN, PLEASE!' But John did not listen. She waited and waited, pleaded, but all were in vain. John was finished with her. *** A lawsuit. That was the next course of action in my book. Sholanda knew that whoever had videoed her and Terry's vigorous sex session worked for NBC as a cameraman. She was going to get her pound of flesh. Donning a business suit and dark shades, Sholanda lingered in a seat at the NBC headquarters reception. The shades were worn to conceal her bloated, red eyes, a result of her crying for days. 'Mrs Smith?' A man appeared before Sholanda. She hadn't seen him coming. 'Yes?' 'Hi, I'm Mark Zimmer.' He offered his stout hand to her and she shook it. 'This way, please.' Mark Zimmer was heavy around the waist and bald at the top of his head. His fat face sported a few pimples, and his eyes, an ocean of deep blue, sat behind a pair of glasses. They got to his office, a spacious room with numerous gongs and portraits of television stars. Sholanda sat opposite him. 'How may I help me, ma'am,' 'It's about your Wife Swap show.' 'Right. Wife Swap.' Mark nodded. 'I was ... I participated in it a little while back and ... well ... something happened between me and the husband – er – the father of the kids whom I lived with for a short period of time.' Sholanda explained. 'Um ... okay,' Mark said, confounded. 'We had sex.' Sholanda revealed. 'We had sex and one of your employees, a cameraman, filmed and put it on a website.' Her body trembled. Rage clouded her voice. 'A porn website. My life has been ruined ever since. My family hates me. I can't see my kids, and my husband is out to destroy me...' She paused and composed herself. Now was not the time to cry. Now was the time to be strong. 'I want justice. I want that cameraman's head on a platter, you hear me?' 'Yes. Right. Um...' Mark looked down and stared up, still perplexed. 'I don't know what to say,' 'You don't have to say anything. I'm getting my lawyers and I'm gonna sue NBC if you don't do something!' Sholanda threatened. 'Er ... Mrs Smith, I don't think that's possible.' Mark said. 'What?' Sholanda ripped her shades off, knifing him with a fiery glower. 'You think this is joke? You think I'm fucking playing?' 'No, no, I don't think you're playing,' Mark held out his hands in a diplomatic gesture. 'What I'm trying to say is you weren't on our show.' Sholanda stared at the fat idiot for a good five seconds and then laughed hysterically. 'He thinks I'm a fucking clown!' she said to no one in particular. 'Mrs Smith, I am dead serious here. This isn't a joke and I don't think you're a clown.' Mark appeared sympathetic. 'I'm telling you that you weren't on our show because I am the producer of Wife Swap. I meet with every candidate before a taping, and I never met you. Plus Wife Swap has been put on a short break by the studio heads, something to do with revitalising. What those cunts don't realise is that America needs...' But Sholanda's mind was lost in an abyss of unadulterated horror. What the fucking hell was going on? 'Anyway, I guess my point is it wasn't us.' Mark finished his tedious lecture. 'We didn't tape you.' 'Wait, you don't understand. I met an NBC producer, Jerry Clay.' 'Mrs Smith,' Mark said calmly, 'we don't have a Jerry Clay in our employment. There is only one producer in charge of Wife Swap and that's me.' It took a while but it finally dawned on her. She had been swindled. Oh god, she had been conned. 'Thank you.' Sholanda got up abruptly and exited Mark's office without a backward glance. She tore out of the studio building and ferreted for an internet cafe. She found one in five minutes, got a private room and logged onto the porn website where the video of her and Terry waited for visitors to view to their delight. It made her sick. Sholanda began her search. What she found made her blood run cold, made her head spin and congealed her heart. The picture of Jerry Clay was on the website, only he wasn't Jerry Clay; he was Benjamin Baff, a world renowned producer and director of porn movies. Terry was also profiled on the site as "Heavy Dick T", eminent for fucking a lot of leading female porn stars. 'Oh my god.' Wife Swap Story Caught on Email I am in charge of computer security in the IT group at a software company with a large call center and sales floor (read: people with much idle time to write inappropriate emails). Basically whenever several non-permissible words are used in an email, I am alerted. This happens quite a bit and sometimes when I check through the persons email system, I find some pretty interesting things... This is a particularly good one. This lady was a senior vp, pretty hot and a could be a huge bitch. She ended up being forced to resign after this and a couple other emails. I was actually pretty shocked to read this, as she was always very uptight and all business. "Kel, Sorry for not getting back to you the other day, things have been a bit crazy to say the least. Well here is the completely crazy story I referred to earlier. I can't believe I am telling you, but I need to tell someone and you are my best friend. For about the last year, Jen, the one I was telling you about from the gym has been urging me and Jay to come to one of her "adult parties." The kind where you come with your spouse and trade partners for one hour with another couple. She said most the time no much happens, but it is a real thrill. Remember I told you about this last spring? Well I told Jay and he became very interested. I was very apprehensive, but after a few months of begging, I agreed to look into it for his birthday. I got some more details. Jen told me that everyone was voluntary and that often people only made out or touched a little. She described it as "a junior high make out party for adults, a way to liven things up a bit." This in mind, I thought we could give it a try once without compromising our marriage. Nothing could have been further from the truth!! So we decided to go and arrived at her house last Saturday. I was very nervous and still apprehensive. We had a few drinks, which were quite strong. This helped me relax, but soon I found myself a bit drunk. Jen then came in wearing a lingerie set. At this point there were about 16 people at the party. She then handed each of the women a room and key and told us to go up to our rooms, get dressed and await our men!! I went up to the room my room, the only room on the third floor of the massive house. It was very tastefully done, which put me at ease. In the room there was a small bar, so I made another drink. At this point I was quite drunk and even a little excited, I am a bit ashamed to admit. On the back of the door was a similar outfit to the one Jen was wearing. It took about ten minutes to put on. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked pretty damn good for 36. Perhaps from a little help from the alcohol. A few minutes later, the door opened and a large man with the key came in the room. Apparently he was the man I was paired with. He was huge Jen, he was also black, but pretty handsome. He introduced himself and said "I was hoping for you." We then had a drink (which just made me more drunk) and we talked a little. He then asked if I had been with a black man before, I of course said no. I felt a little weird as I did not want to appear prejudice, so I told him it was not by choice, but by coincidence. He then kissed me and touched me a little. His hands must have been twice the size of mine. He seemed very nice and it felt good at first. He then put my hand on his pants and said want to see it? At that point I stood up and told him that I was not comfortable and wanted to stop. He asked if it was because he was black. I told him of course not, it was that I have not been with anyone but my husband since college. I felt bad. We had another drink and I was then officially bombed. We started kissing again, he took his shirt off and I touched his chest. He was very strong and actually made me a bit excited. He stood up from the bed and took his pants off revealing the largest penis I have ever seen!!!! I am serious Jen, he was like nine or ten inches long. He moved closer and moved the back of my head toward it. I touched it a little and then he put it on my lips. I licked it a little and then began to put it in my mouth. It was so thick I could barely get my lips around it. Next thing I knew I was completely giving him a bj!!! Then he pulled me up and put me on the bed. He took my panties off and licked me. Things seemed to be going okay I thought to myself. The next thing I knew he was putting himself inside of me. I resisted, but for some reason decided to let it continue. I don't know what I was thinking, I guess caught up in the moment and very drunk!!! It was a little painful, but he was gentle, at first. I could see that he had a condom on so I was reassured. He kept putting it in a little further. He then told me to turn over and this is when things turned. He kept having sex with me but harder and harder. It told him to be gentle, but he kept going. The only thing I could do to keep from screaming was to bite the pillow!!! He kept going and going, it felt like forever!!!! Then he stopped, I relaxed, but before I opened my eyes he had turned me over underneath him and was putting himself in my mouth. He basically jammed himself into my mouth and had a very large orgasm. In my mouth Jen!!!! It was completely foul!!! I could barely see and this is when I think I passed out briefly from the alcohol and lack of air. I awoke to the most intense pain. It all seemed completely surreal. I remember feeling like I was in a dream or something. I recoiled from the feeling to realize that he had put himself in my butt. In my butt Jen!!!! He pulled me back. I told him no, but he already had himself inside me again. It was terribly painful. He was also not wearing a condom at this point. I basically shut down physically from the pain. I wanted out of there but could not get out of the position. He kept going and going like that. It felt like forever. Then came the worst part when he made me give him another bj. He kept putting it in my butt and then putting it in my mouth. It was absolutely disgusting!!!! Then it abruptly ended after blowjob number 2!!! With that he left the room after saying something I don't remember. I wanted to cry from the humiliation and pain. I pulled myself together and left. I was the most awful experience. I wish I had never used such poor judgment."