(MF, MFF, MMF, voy, MDom, oral, dp, cons)
by Art Martin
After Tom and Trudy swing with the next door neighbors Friday night, they have further contact the next day...
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Being enlisted in the Air Force and with little boys who all woke up raring to go at the crack of dawn, Trudy and I were used to getting up early. So it was a surprise to wake after 9 AM. The sun was shining without a cloud in the sky, typical for where we lived. It was also a surprise that I didn't wake up with a hangover. I looked over at my wife, still sprawled out nude and uncovered, my morning wood ready to be put to use. It was so tempting to climb on top while she was still asleep and just fuck her. And why not? She was my wife and I had a right to her body. But I refrained. I didn't want to use her, I wanted to make love to her, make love and make it as good for her as it was for me. So I lay there, looking at her, remembering our night of debauchery with the couple next door.
After learning of our escapade during our hike and campout at the hot springs with three total strangers, Kyle, whose wife Lydia related to him what Trudy had related to her, had suggested that we get together and swap spouses. I must admit, after watching my wife with the guys by the hot springs, in principle I was amenable to swapping wives for the night and have a toss with his wife, Lydia, who was a good looking babe by anyone's standard. However, the folks at the hot springs were total strangers, and it was unlikely we'd ever again run across them or anyone who knew them.
But Kyle and Lydia? We lived next door to each other. I knew a lot of the same people Kyle knew, and if word got around, there would be repercussions and reputations ruined. So I was cautious. Trudy and I needed to talk and think this through before committing. We hadn't done that when we were invited over for supper. Nothing was supposed to happen other than next door neighbors getting together for few hours on a Friday night, especially when there were kids around. But we had too much to drink and ended up at our place where, at the time, there were no kids about, swapped spouses and fucked. It was great fun!
But now, sober and in the clear light of day, I had to wonder if it was such a smart thing to do. Knowing Trudy, or at least as much as I could fathom, she might have second thoughts about our sexual liberation and revert back into her old prudishness. And there was still the matter of it becoming public knowledge, but there was nothing to do about that now. What was done was done.
Trudy began to stir. Her eyes blinked open and into my eyes watching her. "Morning, sweetheart," I said to her.
"Morning, Tom," she whispered back before closing her eyes and rolling onto her back.
"Wanna fuck?" I asked her.
"If that's what you want to do," she answered.
"I know what I want to do, the question is what do you want to do?"
"Whatever you want, Tom."
"Then you don't want to fuck," I replied.
"I didn't say that, Tom."
"Maybe not, but that's what you meant."
"That's not true," she replied.
"Then suck my dick."
She scooted around to get to my waiting pecker.
"No, you don't have to do that," I said moving away from her.
"But I want to," she said. "I enjoy sucking your dick."
"Did you enjoy sucking Kyle's dick last night too?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I did."
"What about those two guys on the hike?"
"Yes, I enjoyed sucking them too."
"You're a cock sucker, huh?"
"Yes, I'm a cock sucker. Why are you asking me all this?"
"I just need to know if you enjoyed yourself last night."
"I did enjoy myself. Didn't you?"
"Oh, yes. I enjoyed myself. But there's a problem," I said as she maneuvered to take my cock in her mouth.
She stopped just short of taking me between her lips. "What problem?"
"We were supposed to talk it over before we said yes to Kyle and Lydia."
"Yes we did and you said you wanted to do it."
"I didn't say anything of the sort. I said we needed to talk."
"And you said I should talk to Lydia. I did and she invited us over for supper. Are you mad at me for doing what you wanted us to do?"
"No, I'm not mad at you, Trudy. It's just that there are issues. What if this gets around the base?"
"Our sex lives are our private business. You said so yourself after the hike."
"Yes, but what if Kyle or Lydia says something to somebody?"
"They won't say anything."
"I'm not so sure about that. You know how some people like to talk about other people."
"They're not like that, Tom."
"I hope you're right."
She fell silent as she took my cock into her mouth and proceeded to give me a very sensuous blowjob, with lots of lip smacking and tongue action. Closing my eyes I became lost in the sensations coming from my prick, enjoying the wet sloppy blowjob my wife was delivering.
She lovingly sucked me for about five minutes when I heard a child's voice, "Can Bobby and Jimmy come out and play?"
My eyes shot open and Trudy jerked my cock from her mouth as we looked towards where the voice came from. There standing next to our bed were Kyle and Lydia's two boys, half dressed as always. How long they had been there watching Trudy giving me a blowjob is anyone's guess.
"They're still at their grandmothers and won't be home until next weekend," I replied keeping my cool. Though lacking in many amenities, base housing was perfectly safe for kids to play outside unsupervised. It was also perfectly safe to leave the doors unlocked. Their boys and my boys were used to running in and out of each other's houses without knocking.
"You're naked!" Josh the youngest blurted out accompanied by a fit of giggles from the two young voyeurs.
Just then Lydia walked in. "Cameron! Joshua! You two go outside right this minute!" Hearing their mother, the two boys scrambled from our bedroom and the house.
"I'm so sorry," Lydia apologized. "Kyle was supposed to be looking after them." If she was alarmed by what her two boys must have witnessed, the smile she was trying to unsuccessfully stifle gave her away.
"You two haven't gotten up yet?" she then asked. "It's nearly 10 o'clock."
"We slept in," I replied not making an effort to conceal my nudity.
"Yes, it's really nice to sleep in sometimes," she said. "I hope my boys didn't wake you."
"No, we were awake. Trudy was giving me blowjob and, uh... I'm afraid your boys got an eyeful."
"Oh, my god! Really? I just hope it doesn't give them any bright ideas. You know how boys are. Kyle would have a fit!"
With the shock of unexpected visitors, I hadn't noticed that she was holding a white paper bag in her hand until she held it up and said, "This morning, Kyle went to the commissary and picked up some donuts. I saved four for you."
"Thank you," replied Trudy sitting up and accepting the bag from her friend, opened and looked into the bag.
"Have you had coffee yet?" Lydia asked.
Looking up Trudy replied, "No, we haven't gotten out of bed yet."
"You two stay where you are and I'll go make us a pot," replied Lydia.
While Lydia was in the kitchen, Trudy and I each had a donut. "Don't worry about the crumbs," my usually meticulous wife said as I attempted to pick sugar crumbs from the sheets. "I need to wash the sheets today anyway."
"Yeah, I don't think I want to sleep in Kyle's pecker tracks." To my surprise, Trudy blushed at my quip.
"Judging by the amount of cum stains, I'd say you enjoyed fucking Kyle," I added turning up the color in her cheeks. "You did enjoy fucking him, didn't you, babe?"
"Yes," she whispered still blushing.
"You want to fuck him again, don't you? And you want to suck his dick again too, don't you?"
She didn't answer at that moment, for Lydia came back with two steaming cups. She'd also managed to lose her clothes somewhere along the way. Sitting nude on our bed, she handed us each a cup of hot fresh coffee. She hadn't been gone long enough to brew a pot, and I suspected that she had begun brewing while her boys were spying us.
It was nice sitting in bed, eating donuts and drinking coffee. It was also nice that two nude women were with me. Boldly I said, "I didn't get a chance to really see you last night, Lydia. What with the lights turned down and all."
She smiled, stood and modeled her body in the sunlight filling the bedroom.
"Nice! Very nice," I complimented.
"She looks nice, doesn't she, Trudy?" Trudy nodded her agreement as she took a sip of coffee.
Lydia sat again, this time within arm's reach of my wife. "I'm glad you like my body," she said looking Trudy right in the eye. "I certainly like your body." With that she put her hand on Trudy's thigh. Trudy stiffened up at her touch.
"Relax, darling. I won't hurt you," the forward woman said softly, her hand sweeping up from her thigh onto Trudy's stomach. It would have gone higher, but my wife grabbed Lydia's hand and stopped her.
"Let go of her hand," I told her. "I said let go."
Trudy looked to me and removed her hand. I suspected that Lydia was going for her tits, but instead she just caressed Trudy's tummy and the top of her thighs. Or at least she did for a moment or two. Then she moved her hand higher and brushed across Trudy's stiff nipples. Watching the neighbor woman feeling up my wife sent my cock to full alert. As Lydia's fingers closed around Trudy's stiff nip, Trudy closed her eyes.
I'd heard about things like this, mostly from my boss, Sergeant Poole, who loved to recount stories of watching his wife with other women and other sex-capades. It was these stories that planted fantasies in my head about Trudy with other men. I never thought I'd act upon those notions, but when the opportunity arose during the hike, it helps explain why I let it happen.
"Lie back, sweetie," Lydia said softly.
Trudy complacently lay back and Lydia became more aggressive with my wife's tits, tits and nipples that were very sensitive to fondling. While Lydia fondled one breast, I leaned over to suck on her other tit. Trudy groaned and began to squirm. Lydia lowered her head and began suckling on the other tit. Meanwhile her hand went south where it met mine.
"Spread your legs, Babe," I whispered. "Wider. Wider."
"Ohhhh!" my wife gasped as Lydia's hand, under my hand, cupped Trudy's sex and began massaging it externally. "Mmmmmm," she hummed as my finger pushed Lydia's finger into her vagina. A moment later, Trudy's body jerked when Lydia's finger made contact with her clit. With my finger deep in her cunt, I began rubbing the little bump on the fore wall of her vagina with the tip of my finger while Lydia played her clit. She began to buck her hips under the dual assault on her pussy. Her breathing became ragged and her butt lifted off the bed as her cunt clamped down on my finger and she began her chirping, "Oh, oh, oh, oh..." arching her back off the bed as the orgasm swept over her.
As was my custom, once she came I let her be and extracted my finger from her puss. Lydia, on the other hand, had other ideas and moved down between my wife's legs and noisily began licking and sucking on her juicy cunt. Trudy went back into orbit and shook like she was being electrocuted.
This was all so new and fantastic to me, and I suppose, for Trudy, but I had a strong urge to put my painfully hard cock into something, anything, and the best candidate was lying prone between my wife's legs. I moved onto Lydia, nudging her legs apart and put the old dick to her.
So there we were, Trudy was cumming continuously on Lydia's tongue while I plunged my dick in and out of Lydia's cunt in a scenario that I previously only knew from Sergeant Poole's tales of sexual excess. The room was filled with funky sex odors and the sounds of my wife's lilting chirps, the wet smacking of cunt being eaten and the slapping of groin into buttocks.
I felt my balls beginning to boil and knew I'd cum, but I didn't want to cum in Lydia's twat, but in my own wife's cunt where it belonged. I pulled out and moved off ready to displace Lydia from between Trudy's legs. To my surprise, Kyle was standing there watching, his shorts open and his stiff cock out. Wasn't he supposed to be watching his kids? With me clear of his wife's backside he popped her hard on the butt. Lydia's head shot up and she jerked around to face and glare at her attacker, which for a moment she thought was me.
"The kids are hungry, slut," he barked "Go feed them some lunch!"
Lydia moved from between my wife's legs while Kyle dropped his shorts. In a flash he was on her and in her, sitting upright with his knees under her thighs, his cock buried deep in my wife's cunt. From close up I watched in fascination as his cock moved in and out of her.
After a half a dozen or so strokes, he tells me, "While I fuck your slut wife, give her a cock to suck."
Well, seeing that he wasn't lying on top of her, there was plenty of room for me to straddle her face while holding onto the head board and lowering my hard cock to her lips. Like a newborn latching onto a tit, she latched her mouth to my cock and I began fucking her mouth while she grunted and groaned in climax. I was already close to cumming and the humming mouth on my dick was too much to withstand for very long. With a cry, I unloaded in her mouth. As she had recently learned to do, she swallowed each and every ejaculatory pulse of semen into her mouth.
Sated I dismounted her face. Kyle looked to be in pain and I realized he was sperming her. His face relaxed and opening his eyes, he grinned at me.
"Come see," he said.
I did and his soft wet cock slithered from between my wife's swollen lips. Reaching forward, he opened her up with his thumbs. White fluid oozed from her and onto the bed. It was an obscene sight and one I unexpectedly relished.
Kyle stood, slipped his shorts back on and departed. Trudy, she was all sweaty and looked to be whipped out. I was whipped out too and lay back down with my fucked out wife and joined her in a late morning nap.
We got up around 1 PM, showered and had a late breakfast. Needless to say, we were both famished.
It was mid afternoon when I remembered that Mike Poole, my boss, was coming over for supper that evening. "Trudy! The lasagna! Mike will be here in two hours!"
"I know, honey. I have it all ready. I just need to pop it into the oven."
"You already made it? When did you make it?"
"Yesterday morning after I went to commissary and bought everything I needed. I even bought some beer for you."
"Then you are all ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready. But you're not. Why don't you go put some pants on? One of the neighbors might pop in."
"Who? Lydia? If she does, then I'm all ready so she can suck my dick."
"She's not going to come over to suck your dick, so get dressed."
"Maybe you can suck my dick."
"I could... if that's what you want."
"Yeah, that's what I want."
I still hadn't gotten over the sea change in Trudy since we went on that hike. She didn't fuss or complain. She just came up and began sucking me. After the events of the past 24 hours I really didn't need a blowjob, that's for sure.
"Okay, babe. You really don't have to do that if you don't want to," I said to the mass of bobbing brown hair in my lap.
She looked up from my wet semi-erect cock and said, "But I like sucking on your penis."
"I like you sucking on my penis too, but..." She wasn't listening, she was back to sucking on me. Damn, could it possibly get better than this?
My balls were so drained that she just plumb wore out sucking on it, so I didn't mind when she pulled off and stood up. "Now go put some pants on," she said.
My boss, Senior Master Sergeant Mike Poole, arrived right on time at 5:30 PM sharp. Not a minute late and not a minute early. It was odd seeing him dressed in something other than his work fatigues. He was dressed sharply, in khakis, polo shirt and dress brown shoes. The trousers fit him fine with a sharp crease down the leg, but the shirt looked to be a bit small and fitted him snuggly about the chest and upper arms. In his fatigues, he just looked big; in this shirt he looked muscular, very muscular. He was carrying in one hand a bottle of Chianti and in the other a bouquet of flowers.
"Hi, Tom!" he greeted in an unaccustomed friendly manner. Usually he just addressed me by my last name or as simply, Airman.
"Hi, Sarge," I greeted in return at the door.
"Tom, it's Mike when we're off duty. Sarge or Sergeant Poole when on duty."
"Yes, Sarge, I mean, Mike," I stammered.
"Are you going to let me in?"
"Oh! Yes! Come in, come in."
As I closed the door I noticed that he was looking down at my bare feet. "Uh, we don't wear shoes in the house to keep the dirt down."
"Oh, okay," he replied. He handed me the bottle of wine and proceeded to kick off his shoes.
"Trudy! Mike's here!" I called out. A moment later Trudy came from the kitchen wearing her Daisy Dukes and a tank top that accented her C-cups nicely.
Mike's eyes roamed across her. It wasn't hard to figure out what he was thinking.
"Mike, this is my wife, Trudy."
"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Trudy," he said extending his massive paw to her delicate hand. "Tom has told me so much about you, but he didn't mention how pretty you were.
"Here, these are for you," he added holding out the flowers to her. It wasn't a big bouquet, just a small bunch of mixed cut flowers that he picked up on the way over.
Trudy was genuinely delighted with the flowers and gushed about how pretty they were. "Oh, thank you, Mike! I just love flowers! That's just so sweet of you!"
I almost laughed as 'sweet' is not a word that comes to mind when thinking about gruff Mike Poole. 'Any minute he's going to make some crude remark or tell a dirty joke,' I thought. But he didn't, not in earshot of Trudy that is. He was a perfect gentleman. None of the guys under him would ever believe it. But his eyes did all the talking, at least to me they did as he checked out my wife. His true self shone through as she turned and walked back to the kitchen, his eyes glue to her taut flexing ass.
With her safely out of the room, he looked to me with a wolfish grin, made a circle with the fingers of one hand and quickly thrust through it the index finger of the other hand. "She's a doll," he said. "You're one lucky bastard to have that cunt in your bed every night." So much for being a perfect gentleman.
"Uh, can I get you a beer?"
"Do bears shit in the woods?" he answered in a low voice.
"Let's go in the kitchen and see what I scare up," I said.
"Good idea!"
So we went into the kitchen where Trudy was putting the flowers in a vase.
"Thank you so much for having me in your home," he told her. "And thank you for inviting me for dinner. I never get a decent meal anymore since my wife died."
"You bring me flowers and you can eat here anytime you want," she replied with a smile.
"That's a deal!" he replied.
I handed him a cold bottle of beer and asked Trudy if she wanted one.
"No, but I will take half a glass of this wine," she replied picking up and holding out to me the classic bottle of Italian wine.
Taking the bottle I looked at it and knew there was a problem. I needed a corkscrew to open it and I didn't have a damned corkscrew!
"Is there a problem, Tom?" he asked.
"Yes. We don't have a corkscrew," I admitted.
"Oh! No problem," he said, dug into his pocket and produced a Swiss Army knife. "This should do," he said deploying the corkscrew, then reaching for the wine.
I handed it over. In no time at all he had the cork out. He then asked for a glass. We didn't have wine glasses, but we did have some low profile drink glasses. "Will this do?" I asked him feeling more than just a little embarrassed about the wine episode.
"Perfect! The Italians drink wine in glasses like these," he said defusing my embarrassment and taking the glass from me. He then poured Trudy a half a glass of wine as she requested and handed to her.
"Thank you, Mike," she cooed. "You're such a gentleman."
She took a sip. "Ooo, this is good," she gushed.
"I'm glad you like it," he replied, "because I don't know a damned thing about wine. The guy at the BX recommended it.
"Oh! And before I forget, how much do I owe you for the groceries?"
"We can't take your money," my wife said.
'The hell we can't!' I thought.
"No, that's part of the deal," Mike replied. "I told Tom that I couldn't accept his invitation without paying for the ingredients. It just wouldn't be right, so how much?"
Trudy pulled out the receipt from the commissary and showed it to him. He pulled out his wallet, peeled off several bills and handed it to me.
"Mike, I don't have any change," I told him.
"Don't worry about it, Tom," Mike said putting his wallet away. "I'd like to be invited back some day.
"Speaking of which, if your offer for dinner in exchange for flowers is good, Trudy, I'll get a pot roast next week and bring it over, along with whatever else you might need. And... I'll do the dishes!"
"Okay," she agreed with a lilting laugh. "We like pot roast."
"I love pot roast," he replied before taking a swig of beer.
Trudy retrieved pot holders and extracted the lasagna from the oven. "This needs to rest for a few minutes," she said. "So why don't we go sit in the living room.
Mike sat at one end of the sofa and I sat at the other end, while Trudy sat between us, the same sofa that Kyle had fucked her on the night before. It was an old sofa bought second hand, soiled, worn and tattered, which was good as Kyle's cum stains didn't show.
We sat and chatted, or rather Mike bantered with Trudy, flirting with her. I mused what a sight it would make, big bearish Mike fucking my petite Trudy. Before my cock stirred to life and clouded my sensibilities, I reflected that it could never happen. He was my boss, not some stranger and not my neighbor. The military took a dim view of things like that between men of vastly different rank. Whereas with me an E4 Airman and Kyle an E-5 Staff Sergeant there wouldn't be any issues about power disparities. On the other hand, a Senior Master Sergeant fucking an Airman's wife would be big trouble, especially since I worked for Mike. Under that scenario, even if I were agreeable and permitted it, both Mike and I would be drummed out with Dishonorable Discharges. No, something like that just couldn't happen... ever.
Trudy hopped up and dashed to the kitchen bringing me out of my reverie. Mike followed her every move. A minute or so later she sang out, "Okay, guys! Let's eat!"
Mike and I both went to kitchen where the table was set.
Filling a small plate with salad, she asked Mike if he liked Italian dressing. "Yes," he replied.
"Good, because that's all we have," she laughed. Mike laughed with her.
Having served the salad, she took the garlic bread from the oven. Then sliced up the lasagna into serving size pieces and served it up on plates. Mike, being our quest, stood at the oven and accepted the plate from her, and then helped himself to the hot garlic bread. With everyone seated, she asked me to say grace. I did and we ate. Mike had two serving of lasagna and gushed about how delicious it was. Afterward, she served us a chocolate cake that she had baked the day before.
Back in the living room on the sofa, we chatted for a good bit. He was telling stories and she was laughing at his jokes, jokes in good taste and not the ones he told at work. It was obvious that Mike had charmed my wife. And he talked about how good I was at my job and that he expected me to make Staff Sergeant very soon. That was news to me, but maybe he knew something I didn't know. Then again, being my boss and the boss of my section, maybe he did know something I didn't know. We sure as hell could use the extra money.
He left around 8 PM and thanked us for a wonderful evening.
"He's so nice!" Trudy said afterward. "He's not at all like I expected him to be."
"He was on good behavior," I replied. "He's not like that at work. At work he usually only speaks in four letter words."
"Well, I like him," she stated.
"He likes you too, Babe."
I wanted to ask her if she wanted to go to bed with him, but I refrained.
END of CHAPTER 3
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