(MF, swap, oral, cons)
by Art Martin
After Trudy spills the beans about the hike to Lydia next door, Lydia and Kyle invite Tom and Trudy over for dinner...
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Even with three kids at 24, my wife and I were naive about sex and the ways of the world. Naive because we never had sex with anyone else, nor even dated anyone else. Oh, we fucked, we fucked a lot, but in just a very few positions, missionary, girl on top, doggie and began engaging in oral sex in a limited way somewhere between the birth of our first and second child. It's not like we didn't enjoy sex, we did, but sex and sexuality was a very private matter, best done in a dark room. We were as ignorant about human sexuality as two bumpkins who had recently fallen off the turnip truck. But that changed. Changed dramatically when we hiked out to the hot springs in the desert. Boy, did things change during that hiking trip!
We weren't at all used to hanging out with naked people, but having no choice in the matter, that's what we did that fateful trip. We weren't used to smoking weed and we did that too. And the brownies, I should have suspected something when the texture and taste were off, but we ate them. Stoned, we cast aside all caution and inhibitions, we got naked, we fucked in public and we both had sex with other people for the very first time.
I attribute that wanton behavior on our parts to the brownies and the weed; too much beer and wine may have played a contributing part, especially with Trudy. Curiously, having a good buzz on, I didn't feel jealous or outraged when Painter took liberties with my wife's naked tits, nor did I object when the first cock was shoved in her face, nor was I angered when she sucked that cock and then sucked another cock. No, I felt horny and aroused, played with their girlfriend's tits and got blown while watching Trudy suck cock. And I was aroused when Trudy got fucked by the two guys we just happened to meet out in the desert wilderness. That too I attributed to the effects of the brownies and the weed.
But the next morning, after we had breakfast and accepted a ride back to our car, I wasn't intoxicated by beer, wine or pot. I was cold sober and watched my wife fuck and suck for several hours while I rutted with the comely, big breasted Sara and with no thought to tomorrow. We were living in the moment, embracing the wantonness of fornicating for the sake of fornicating for the first time in our lives.
The exhilaration we felt melted away once we were back at our car and headed back to home, or at least it did with Trudy.
"You must think I'm awful," she began.
"Awful? Why?"
"Please don't hate me, Tom. I'd just die if you hated me!"
"I don't hate you, Trudy. I love you. I always have and I always will."
"After the shameful things I did? How can you love me?"
"Why wouldn't I love you? We had a great time. We both had a great time. So what's the problem?"
"Those people! What will they think of me?"
"They'll think what a wonderful and beautiful person you are."
"No, they won't. They'll think of me as one of those girls."
"Those girls? You mean girls like Sara?"
"Yes!"
"So what? What do we care what they think? It's not like we're ever going to see any of them again."
"I broke our marriage vows!" she sobbed and then the flood of tears began.
I tried to explain that she did no such thing, and that she would have broken our vows only if I hadn't gone along with everything, or if either of us did anything that the other objected to, and neither of us had objected to anything. I went along, as she did, so everything was fine. As sinful a time as we had, there was no sin, just fun. I was happy to see her have a good time. I was happy to have had a good time too. My only regret was that we couldn't have stayed another day or two with Buster, Painter and Sara. She of course didn't see that logic and wailed and wailed.
As she cried and cried I felt awful. Awful for letting things get out of hand and awful for enjoying it so much, awful for enjoying seeing her with other men. Of course I had my distractions too, but it was clearly all my fault. Had anything like it happened back home or anywhere else, I would have killed the guy, but instead, I got aroused and turned on.
Suddenly, I had enough self incrimination. Hell, we had a fun. We had the absolute best time of our lives out by the hot springs, running around naked and doing what we did. I pulled over and stopped the car.
I got out, came around and told her to get out of the car. "I want you naked and in the back seat," I told her.
"What? Here? Here where anyone could see us?"
"We've been driving on this road for an hour and we haven't seen another car, so strip!"
"Strip? Why?"
"Because I want to fuck you, Trudy. So do as I say."
I do think that was the first time I'd ever told her, "I want to fuck you." I had never talked to her like that before. She wouldn't have put up with it. We didn't use language like that with each other. "Make love" or "be with you", yes, but nothing coarse or vulgar and so direct.
She just sat there giving me this look like I was nuts.
"I said I want to fuck you! So get your ass in gear and get those clothes off. All of them!
"Here? Now?"
"Yes! Now do as I say."
Trudy, being a good Christian wife, did as I, her lawful husband, said. She got in the back seat and took her clothes off. Meanwhile I stripped out by the side of the road, crawled in on top of her and fucked her. I didn't make love to her, I fucked her. No prelims, I just rammed it up her twat and got my rocks off and climbed off.
A minute later, dressed in just my cut off jeans, we were back on the road, pedal to the metal while she put herself back together. Dressed again, she crawled over the seat back and into the front.
"That was fun!" I said to her with a grin.
"Yes, it was," she agreed with a demure smile of her own. No way would we have ever done something so sexually bold before "The Hike". We were liberated.
Back home, we now fucked whenever we felt like it and where ever we felt like doing it. Before it was always in our bed and usually with the lights off and doors locked. With our three boys still with the grandparents, we had sex often and in an uninhibited way. Mutually absolving each other of what happened at the hot springs, Trudy and I were more in love than ever. Getting off work, I couldn't wait to get home and get a blowjob from her or a fuck her before supper. It was great! Why hadn't we acted this way with each other before?
There were two separate and unrelated things that happened next. The first actually began before we went home on leave at Christmas. My boss, Senior Master Sergeant Mike Poole had been in the Air Force for nineteen years. I went to work for him when I was posted to this base. He was a gruff, randy, big bear of a man who spoke to those under him in mostly four letter words. Once I proved to him that I knew what I was doing and didn't need him hovering over me to get the job done, we became friends of sorts. We'd talk and he'd tell me of his plans to go to work for an airline when he retired, and he told me of his several wives, the last of which died six months or so before I came under his command.
Just before I took leave for Christmas, he told me how much he missed good home cooked meals. Trudy made an absolutely dynamite lasagna and I suggested that he join us for dinner some evening. He said he'd take me up on it when I returned from leave, but knowing how little I made as an Air Force peon, and knowing that I had three boys and a wife to support, he said, "I won't take food from the mouths of your family. So, I'll buy everything your wife needs for the meal, noodles, meat, cheese, whatever." Sounded like a deal to me, as at any one time, we hardly ever had two nickels to rub together.
Back from leave, we arranged a near future date to have him over for dinner.
Meanwhile...
We weren't home but a few days from the hike when I learned that girls talk, just like guys talk. In this case, it was Trudy talking with her friend and our next door neighbor, Lydia. Not that it was any surprise that she talked to Lydia, because ever since we moved into our house on the base, Lydia had taken Trudy under her wing and acted as her life coach, giving her pointers and encouraging her to be more adventurous with me. I was the happy beneficiary of that friendship. But I didn't know that Trudy had talked with Lydia about "The Hike" until Lydia's husband, Kyle, mentioned it to me.
"Trudy has been talking to Lydia," he said over beer one afternoon after work.
"Oh?"
"We never figured you two to be like that," he said in a low voice so that no one around might overhear.
"Be like what?" I replied playing dumb.
"Swingers."
"Swingers? What's that, some sort of dance?"
He snorted, "Yeah, that's a good way to put it, a dance."
I still didn't get it, even though I suspected he really wasn't talking about dancing.
"Look, let's just cut to the chase. You and Trudy are a lot like Lydia and me." That was true, Kyle and I were both enlisted in the Air Force, about the same rank, and lived in identical base housing, and we both had kids.
"If you ask me, your wife, Trudy, is a cutie and hot piece of ass. And, uh, Lydia has the hots for you."
I still didn't get it.
"Oh, come on. Stop playing dumb with me, Tom. Trudy told Lydia all about your hike to the hot springs." Lowering his voice he added, "She told Lydia all about the strangers, the nudity, and the sex."
First of all I was stunned by this revelation. Trudy told Lydia about all that? That was supposed to be something we were never to discuss except between ourselves, and she had blabbed about it to the next door neighbor! Good god! In days it would be public knowledge throughout the base!
"You and Lydia. Me and Trudy. Just one night. No strings attached."
I finally understood just what he was getting at. "Are you saying..."
"I'm asking if you two want to get together and uh, swap?"
"Swap?"
"Yeah, swap wives for the evening. And you know, fuck?"
"Er, I, uh, I'll have to, uh, ask Trudy."
"You do that, Tom, and get back with me."
He certainly had my attention. His wife, Lydia was good looking woman, all curves in the right places, outgoing and seemingly a free spirit. I must admit that I had secretly lusted after Lydia from the day we moved in next door, and suddenly her husband is offering me a carnal evening with her. Of course there was another side of that equation, namely that Trudy and Kyle would be having carnal relations too.
"Why did you say anything about what really happened on our hiking trip to the hot springs?" I accusingly asked my wife as she was putting the final touches on that night's dinner of Hamburger Helper.
"How do you know..."
"Kyle just informed me. They want the four of us to get together and swap partners some night."
"She told him?" Trudy said, the swap part getting lost along the way. "I told her in confidence. She said she'd never tell a soul."
"Maybe so, but she told her husband. What were you thinking?"
"I, uh, just felt so guilty about it, and she's been such a good friend to me."
"You're still feeling guilty about it? I thought we had settled that issue!"
"We did, hon, but... Oh, god! You hate me!"
Here we go again! "No, no, no! I don't hate you. I love you. I couldn't live without you!"
"But you're mad at me now."
"No, I'm not mad at you, I just don't understand why you'd tell Lydia anything about that stuff."
"Because I needed to tell someone, someone I trusted."
"And she then told Kyle."
"Kyle is her husband. Of course she told him, just as I would tell you. He won't saying thing to anybody, will he?"
"I don't know, Trudy. I don't know him all that well. What I do know is that he's offering me Lydia for the night in exchange for you."
"What do you mean, in exchange for me?"
"He wants to fuck you, Trudy. And in exchange, I get to fuck Lydia. Is that plain enough?"
"Really? I'll have to talk to Lydia about that."
"Does that mean that you want to do it?" I asked.
"No, it means I need to talk with Lydia about it," she replied.
"Do you want to do that?" she then added. "You know, with Lydia."
"I wouldn't mind it," I replied. You'd think I'd learned enough about women not to blunder into a mine field, but...
"Do you like Lydia more than me? She has bigger boobs, and I know how much you like bigger boobs. Are my boobs too small?"
"No, your boobs are just fine. I love your boobs. I love everything about you. Look, I was just telling you what Kyle told me."
"What did you tell him?" my wife asked.
"That I needed to talk to you. He suggested Saturday night, but I told him that we were having, Mike, Sergeant Poole, over for supper Saturday, so we have a week to think this over."
"Well, if I say no, you're going to get mad at me," she said. "And if I say yes, you're going to think I'm a tramp and you'll hate me."
"I'm not going to be mad at you and I'm not going to hate you, one way or the other. Look, in some ways I want you to say no, but in other ways I want you to say yes. I'm sure that either way will be fine with me."
Well, the following day was Friday. I come home from work and Trudy tells me that Lydia had invited us over for dinner that night.
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"I told her yes," she replied.
"That you want to go over there and fuck?"
"No, I told her yes for dinner, silly. Now I really wish you wouldn't use foul language all the time."
"I was just being plain spoken."
"Well, you've been using that word a lot since we went on that hike."
"You haven't been offended, have you?" I asked while reaching out and rubbing her crotch.
"Not really," she cooed giving my crotch a squeeze in return. "I just don't want you using bad language around anyone else, especially the boys."
"The boys aren't here," I replied. "So, you wanna fuck before we go next door?"
"I'd love to, but Lydia is expecting us in ten minutes."
"Ten minutes is plenty, babe. Hop up on the table, and get rid of those shorts." My wife, who would never have done anything like that before the hike, now did as I said, except she shucked the shorts and panties before getting up on the table.
We were several minutes late getting next door, but that was mainly because I needed to change from my work clothes into something more appropriate and Trudy needed to clean up her pussy.
Barefoot, Kyle greeted us at the front door. He was dressed much like we were, very casually, t-shirts and cut offs. As was the custom to reduce tracking dirt into the house, Trudy and I removed our flip-flops and left them at the door.
Their two boys, half naked, ran about the house chasing each other and raising a ruckus, much like our three boys would have done if they had been home. Kyle yelled at them to knock it off, which they pretty much ignored, so Kyle ejected them from the house. With peace and calm restored for the time being, Lydia came out from the kitchen. She too was casually dressed, but put together nicely, the hem of the t-shirt she wore was knotted on one side, stretching the thin material tightly across her generous tits, her nipples clearly outlined.
Kyle immediately mixed up drinks for everyone, spiced rum mixed with equal parts orange juice and cranberry juice. He handed one of his pinkish-orange drinks to Trudy who taking a sip asked, "What's this?"
"It's a Sunrise," he replied. "Do you like it?"
"Yes! It's really good!" she gushed.
We broke into two little groups, Kyle and me in one corner and Trudy and Lydia in the other as we chatted it up and had our cocktails. This was fairly typical of these gatherings. To me it was pretty obvious that nothing sexual was likely to happen that evening with their boys home.
While Kyle mixed up another round of drinks, Lydia ushered her boys inside and fed them chicken nuggets along with mac and cheese. The boys fed, they were ushered outside again.
"Drink up," Kyle told Trudy. "It's time for us to eat."
Trudy never drank that much, but she was really liking the Sunrises and downed her second drink, then helped Lydia with the finishing touches. The ladies set the table and called us to eat. Kyle and I got into the chips and salsa. From the oven Lydia took a tamale casserole, which she had prepared from scratch, and paired that with homemade guacamole. All in all it was an excellent meal!
The boys were called in and sent to get their bath, which Kyle and I were recruited to supervise while the girls cleaned up the kitchen. The two young boys playing together in the bath reminded me of my own three younguns all in the tub together. Clean, dried and dressed in their tightie-whities for the night, they were allowed to watch some TV while we adults sat outside in lawn chairs, drinking another round of Sunrises. By this time, we were all getting a little giddy, especially Trudy.
Suddenly, a teenaged girl showed up. I recognized her, as she had babysat for us once before. Lydia took her inside. Kyle followed. A moment later they came back out with Kyle carrying the remains of the orange and cranberry juice mixed together in one bottle and the near empty bottle of spiced rum.
"Let's go to your place," he suggested. Not a bad idea as the damned mosquitoes had come out with the setting sun. A moment later we were inside and away from the bugs and the boys. Lydia set up a cassette player she had brought over and plugged in a cassette. Soon dance music filled my house. Kyle offered to mix up another round of drinks. Me, I'd had enough fruit juice for one night, but Trudy wanted more.
While Lydia went around turning down or turning off lights, Kyle began dancing with my wife. With the lights set low, Lydia wanted me to dance with her, which I obliged. We switched partners.
Trudy finished her drink, by which time it was obvious that she'd had enough. Kyle danced with her again while I danced with Lydia, only when I put my arm about her waist, she promptly moved it down to her ass. Who was I to complain? Besides, she smelled nice, real nice.
I looked over to see where Kyle's hand was as he danced with Trudy. It wasn't on her ass, it was on her back, up under her t-shirt and they were smooching. A moment later I looked again and he had both hands up the back of her t-shirt. Meanwhile Lydia was getting a little frisky with her lips on mine and had a hand up the back of my t-shirt, but then again, my hand on her ass wasn't exactly motionless.
Suddenly, Kyle's hands fell from the center of my wife's back, then moved quickly upwards, taking her t-shirt with them and up over her head. With her t-shirt on the floor, I now saw that her bra strap was hanging open, but only briefly, as her bra was soon on the floor.
Lydia spun around so that I was holding her from the back. Looking up and back at me she said, "Undo the knot."
"What knot?" I replied.
"The knot in my t-shirt."
"Oh!"
As I worked on the knot, Kyle's head dipped from Trudy's lips to her tits.
With the knot undone and her t-shirt loosened, Lydia directed my hands under her shirt and onto her bare boobs. With two handfuls of Lydia's soft bouncy tits, she moved a hand to the back of my head as we swayed to the music.
Kyle swung Trudy around to hold her from the back, his hands openly mauling her tits while he kissed her neck and ears and while I in turn mauled his wife's tits. Then a hand dropped from Trudy's tit to the button of her cut off shorts. The button popped open, down went her zipper and down off her hips went her shorts, soon to be puddled about her ankles. She stepped out of them and he pulled down her panties. In moments, my wife was nude and in the arms of our next door neighbor.
It was pretty obvious where all this was headed. Actually had been pretty obvious from the moment Kyle stripped Trudy's t-shirt off without complaint.
Not to be out done, I unbuttoned and unzipped Lydia's shorts. Quickly I pushed both her shorts and panties off at the same time, leaving her in only her t-shirt, a t-shirt that was then promptly removed.
I spun her back around and latched my lips on a nipple. She had more tit than Trudy did, but nowhere near the tits that Sara, the top-heavy naked girl at the hot spring, had. Still, on her petite frame, Lydia had plenty. While I feasted on my neighbor's wife's tit, she pulled my t-shirt over my head. That done, she went after my shorts. Zip, zip, zip and I was nude too.
I gasped when Lydia went to her knees and took me into her mouth. I was facing the sofa and saw that Kyle was now naked too and had Trudy on the sofa, sucking her tits with his hand moving and jerking between her splayed legs. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open as she held his head to her tit. She began bucking her hips and let out a curious chirping noise, a noise I was familiar with; Trudy was in the throes of an orgasm.
In a blink of the eye he was on top of her. His naked buttocks thrusting, her legs gripping him about the waist as they openly fucked.
Having cum in Trudy earlier, just before going next door, I was exhibiting good stamina. Still the salacious scene before me was almost too much as I struggled with the question, "Cum in her mouth or cum in her cunt?" Pulling out and away from Lydia's pleasuring lips, tongue and mouth, I pushed her onto her hands. Taking a fistful of her curly blond hair, I pulled back and lifted her head so she could see what her husband and my wife were doing, and entered her from behind.
"Uh, uh, uh," Lydia grunted as I fucked her, her shapely buttocks loudly slapping into my groin as I fucked her.
Kyle changed their position. He wrestled Trudy onto the sofa with her gripping the backrest and pummeled her from the back. Lydia and I changed position too, with me flat on my back with her riding me in a cowboy where her tits were available to my hands while we fucked.
Feeling my orgasm building in my groin, I rolled us over on the floor with me on top. I pushed her legs far forward, like I'd seen the guys do to Trudy at the hot springs, and pounded into her. This also allowed me to see Trudy going to town on Kyle's dick sucking him. Then I noticed from the back, a long strand of man-goo descending from Trudy's pussy, reaching for and then dripping onto the floor. That did it for me. Letting loose a cry, I grunted out my ecstasy, pumping my seed into my neighbor's wife with her cunt clinching down on my throbbing cock as she came with me.
The fuck storm passed. I took Lydia from the floor and guided her to the sofa where Kyle and Trudy were cuddled up in post orgasmic bliss. None of us said anything as we sat naked side by side for several moments. I thought the evening would end there, but Trudy surprised me and began sucking Kyle's dick once again. Soon she had him up and soon thereafter, he took her to our bedroom, leaving Lydia and I the sofa to fuck on.
All in all, it had been a wonderful night. A night that I knew would be repeated in the future. A night that I wanted to last until the morning. But the babysitter needed to get home, so just past midnight, Kyle and Lydia dressed and went home.
Once I had seen them to the door, I went to my bedroom where my wife was sleeping, sprawled out on the bed like a well used whore. And in that moment I knew that she was a whore, my whore. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, pecker tracks dotted the sheets. I grew hard at the sight of her knowing that she'd had as good a time as I had. We had come a long, long way in just a few short weeks. I climbed on top and had a go at her. But I too was worn out and soon I rolled us both to the side, and with my cock in her cum sodden cunt, joined her in sleep.
END of CHAPTER 2
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