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A Kind of Swing
by Rose Eastmann (eastern_rose2@hotmail.com)

***

A first swap of a kind, with light incest to add to the 
spice. (MF, FF, inc, exh, bi, mast, oral, swing)

***

I guess ours isn't an unusual story, Paul and I married 
in 1990, I was a silly eighteen year old girl and Paul 
was twenty, just starting his own building business and 
married life in the same year. I didn't have a career 
as such, just spent my forty hours a week in an un-
demanding office job, earning minimum wage but it 
didn't matter as Paul was doing very well in his 'one-
man-band' building operation.

All went 'normally', well, unremarkably, I didn't fall 
pregnant as I, or should I say everybody expected, I 
did try, we tried to start our family but nothing 
happened in the first ten years of marriage and at 
twenty eight years old I was beginning to feel that I 
would never get to have a child of my own. We had done 
all the tests, fertility and everything; there was 
nothing wrong with either of us that the doctors could 
find.

Two things happened that changed things, you could say 
kick-start things off, Paul brought a laptop computer 
for the millennium, his present to himself and we got a 
new next-door neighbour, Tom. Tom was twenty years 
older than Paul but looked exactly the same age, he was 
so tanned that when he moved in I thought he was Asian.

A week after moving in, Tom had a house warming party, 
the only people there were from our street, he didn't 
appear to have any local friends; our street only had 
eight houses on it, built on a triangle of land bounded 
on one side by a railway line and the other by a major 
road. Tom's and our house were on one side of the road, 
backing on to a wood lined railway and the other six 
houses were built on the other side of the road. It's 
strange but we had lived in the street for ten years 
without ever really having anything to do with our 
neighbours, the other families all had children which 
was possibly why we had so little in common and also 
explained why at ten O'clock there was only Tom, Paul 
and I left in Tom's house.

That's when Tom opened up, lots of alcohol had flowed 
and it seemed to lubricate Tom's mouth, we learned a 
lot about Tom's thirty years in the Army, the reason 
for his deep tan was working for more than ten years in 
the middle east impersonating an Arab. I was impressed 
at Tom's intelligence, he spoke fluent Arabic and had 
many books in his bookcase written in Arabic, French 
and German, Tom was also mega-fit, Paul had spent ten 
years working hard as a builder and I thought he was 
fit but Tom made him look like a weakling.

When we got home I felt guilty, I realised that I 
wanted sex with Paul, but Paul hadn't been the one who 
had made me so excited, Tom had done that, I also knew 
that Paul would have been very suspicious if I had 
asked for sex or initiated the act in any way, I had 
never done anything like that in the ten years we had 
been married, in bed I lay awake, I couldn't get the 
image of Tom out of my head.

I could tell that Paul was sleeping soundly and allowed 
my fingers to stray between my legs, I didn't take my 
panties off, just hooked a finger under the leg-elastic 
and allowed it to slip into my vagina. I was surprised 
at just how wet I was down there and just how quickly I 
climaxed, I wanted to drive myself into a full blown 
climax but settled for a gentle shuddering orgasm, I 
didn't want to disturb Paul and get caught in that 
situation, then I slept, still very frustrated but at 
least the edge of my sexual tension had been blunted.

Paul started to spend more and more time chatting to 
people in chat rooms, most wives would have bitched 
about that but not me, we had been going through a 
slack period, sexually, we had done all the 'fuck when 
the time is optimum', fuck and then me stand on my 
head, Paul in boxers for twelve months to let the 
cooling air circulate around his balls. After all that 
it was no wonder that we had just both given up making 
the effort, given up loving, we shared the same bed, 
sere still best friends, I'm sure there was no other 
woman in Paul's life and there was no other man in 
mine, we had simply given up.

Then it started, Paul had spent most of one Saturday on 
the computer, I was reading a book, I noticed from time 
to time that Paul's typing speed increased, he was 
getting very into his conversations, I also noticed 
that as his typing speed increased his trousers formed 
a little tent, I pretended to read and watched Paul 
closely, he was definitely getting turned on quite a 
lot as he typed. 

At midnight I decided to call it a night and go to bed, 
Paul had often continued chatting on the Internet for 
an hour or more after I threw in the towel and went up 
to bed but not tonight, Paul switched off the computer 
and was in bed by the time I came out of the toilet. 
Paul began kissing and stroking me as soon as I got 
into bed, he was more demonstrative even than on our 
wedding night, he was both loving and bestial, we made 
love and fucked, Paul pushed and pulled me into more 
positions than I thought possible, at around one thirty 
in the morning I realised that even though I had been 
taken to many orgasms Paul still hadn't climaxed at 
all. 

Paul was talking dirty, telling me what he wanted to 
try, doing things that he had never done before, then 
he got a glint in his eye, he hopped off the bed and 
pulled my head to the edge of the bed, he pressed his 
cock against my lips but I refused to open my mouth, he 
took himself in his hand, pumped his cock hard a few 
times and then fired off his sperm all over my face. 

I wasn't sure whether I was disgusted or turned on, I 
thought that perhaps after such a great sex session I 
should have opened my lips and allowed him to do as he 
wished but that was one step too far, then as I took 
jet after jet of red hot semen all over my face I 
wished I had given in, the thick salty fluid burned my 
eyes slightly and I knew that it would have been better 
to have it in my mouth than all over my face, I'd have 
to go and wash again, I also watched as his cock shrank 
back as soon as it had finished firing all over my face 
and knew that the session had ended.

Paul was sleeping by the time I had cleaned myself up, 
changed my nighty and used the toilet, I didn't sleep 
for hours, I realised that the sudden awakening in 
Paul's sex drive was as a result of 'adult chats' to 
people in the chat rooms he had spent most of the day 
talking too, did it really matter why my husband fucked 
me the way he had, what had been the catalyst, and did 
it really matter that the sex wasn't designed to 
procreate, his seed had washed all over my face rather 
than into my womb.

I had never seen him masturbate before, I knew that he 
had done it while we were courting, we would kiss and 
cuddle and then he would go to the toilet before seeing 
me safely home, I knew back then that he was 
masturbating himself instead of risking going too far 
before our wedding night and I respected him for it, 
but since our wedding day all sex had been designed to 
produce a new life, or at least try too, however 
unsuccessfully.

I woke at nine O'clock on Sunday morning, I'd love the 
opportunity to sleep late on a Sunday but the lawn 
mowers, trimmers and DIY fanatics in the area put paid 
to that concept.  Paul's space at my side was not only 
empty but cold too, usually I would have got up, used 
the toilet then dressed before going down stairs, today 
was slightly different, I was very sore between my legs 
from Paul's more bestial excesses of Saturday night, I 
would probably need a long soak in the bath to ease the 
soreness, maybe even a salt water bath, I'd have to see 
how I felt after my first cup of coffee. 

I had a dressing gown on the back of the bedroom door; 
it was the 'emergency' cover in case the house ever 
caught fire in the middle of the night, I would never 
normally dream of walking around the house in such a 
state of undress but today I decided to risk it. I went 
from toilet to kitchen and made coffee and toast and 
took Paul a tray through to the living room with 
coffee, toast and preserves, I carried the try through 
the dining room and on into the living room, this meant 
that I was approaching Paul from behind.

I managed to read quite a bit of his conversation with 
someone called "Lincolnshire Poacher", Paul was 
complaining that I hadn't sucked his cock the previous 
night, even thought he had pleasured me for over an 
hour, Lincolnshire Poacher's reply was simple, "Don't 
fuck the bitch again until she's sucked you then!"

I was very shocked to see that Paul was sitting on the 
sofa wearing just his boxer shorts, he was obscured 
from the window by the trolley his laptop stood on, as 
I sat on the sofa, on his right hand side, I looked at 
the large picture window in front of me and realised 
that anyone walking in front of the house would be able 
to see me sitting there dressed in only my dressing 
gown and nighty, I really needed to put up some net 
curtains to maintain a little privacy, not that I 
generally sat around dressed this way. Paul finished 
his coffee and pushed the laptop trolley away from him.

I looked at the window now, nervously, Paul could now 
be seen from the road, I wasn't sure why I was so 
worried about us being seen in our own living room 
dressed the way we were but I was never really 
comfortable unless correctly dressed. Paul turned to me 
and began kissing me, I felt the slightest of tugs as 
he untied the chord holding my dressing gown closed, he 
pushed my dressing gown wide open and slipped his left 
hand onto my breasts as his right hand slipped behind 
my head. Paul's left hand was massaging my breasts much 
too hard and pulling my face against his much too hard 
too. 

After a few minutes Paul's left hand started to wander 
down my body, he started pulling my nighty up and as he 
exposed my panties I heard a sound that made me freeze, 
Tom, the guy who lived next door started his petrol 
lawnmower up, he was starting to cut the grass on his 
front lawn, there was almost no place on his front lawn 
that he couldn't see into our living room. There was a 
sudden stabbing pain between my legs as Paul's fingers 
started to invade my body, I pushed his hand away and 
told him that I was too sore after the previous nights 
excesses.

Paul pulled away from me, he looked wounded, this had 
been the first time I had ever rejected him, there were 
two reasons that I didn't want Paul to have sex with me 
in the living room, I had chosen the one I thought most 
reasonable, the other reason was that I didn't want to 
be caught in a compromising position by one of our 
neighbours. 

Maybe I should have mentioned that reason too, Paul got 
a strange glint In his eye, then he started pulling my 
head towards his lap with his right hand as he pulled 
the front of his boxers down with his left hand, he was 
rock hard and rampant, my lips were bumping up against 
his cock head in seconds, I considered my usual 
response, keeping my mouth closed but I remembered the 
message from Lincolnshire Poacher and opened my mouth, 
"Ouch, don't let your teeth scrape against it!" Paul 
said through gritted teeth.

My head was being pressed down lower and lower, I had 
both hands working flat out trying to keep my dressing 
gown closed and my nighty covering as much of my body 
as possible then his cock head suddenly hit the back of 
my throat, I had to leave my nighty and dressing gown 
to fend for themselves, I needed both hands to push 
back off of the seat cushion to prevent choking on his 
cock. Paul was giving me lots of directions, like 
"close your lips on the shaft", "suck", "Lick the 
shaft" and "Lick the head". 

It wasn't at all unpleasant, nothing like as horrible 
as I had always imagined it, then there was a sudden 
bitter salty taste, Paul was nowhere near his climax so 
it must have been a shot of pre-cum, then things 
started hotting up with Paul, I was managing to keep my 
head high enough to stop his cock hitting the back of 
my throat but then Paul started to lift his bottom up 
off of the couch seat, he was getting very excited, his 
upward thrusting was increasing and he kept striking my 
oesophagus with his cock head, trying to remember all 
of Paul's instructions and the constant pressure of his 
cock in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat I 
forgot all about Tom next door cutting his grass and 
getting closer all the time to seeing Paul and I 
'performing' on the sofa. 

There was a sudden rush of thick, bitter, salty fluid 
filling my mouth, there was little room for it in my 
mouth and I was forced to swallow quickly to prevent 
choking on it, Paul shuddered, every muscle in his body 
went into spasm and he forced his thighs up higher than 
ever and his cock head engaged with my oesophagus and I 
felt a jet of scalding hot fluid injected directly into 
my throat followed by a second and a third. 

As Paul's cock shrunk and fell from my mouth I was 
suddenly aware of two things, one, the taste in my 
mouth was totally foul and I desperately needed to 
brush my teeth, gargle with mouthwash and then brush my 
teeth again, two, Tom's lawnmower had stopped moving, 
the engine was just ticking over and it sounded very 
close to our living room window. I looked in the 
direction of the sound; Tom was standing, looking 
directly at me, resting on the handle of his lawnmower. 

My eyes flashed quickly down my body, I was trying to 
push myself up into a sitting position but Paul was 
still holding me down, my dressing gown was wide open, 
the bottom of my nighty was bunched up around my waste 
and my panties were totally on display to anyone 
passing the window. I broke free from Paul's grip, "I 
need a bath in salt water, and gargle with mouthwash", 
I said, Paul just smiled at me, I had managed to cover 
myself up and looked out at Tom, he smiled at me and 
waved his hand, then he pulled the clutch lever on the 
mower, it jerked into life and he turned away and 
continued to cut the grass.

In the bath I couldn't get the image of Tom from my 
mind, he had seen me at my worst and it looked like he 
had enjoyed what he saw, even though I was sore between 
my legs, and I certainly couldn't use the excuse to 
myself that it had been a very long time since I had 
sex, I slipped soapy fingers into my body and began to 
masturbate myself for the second time in my life, and 
for the second time in my life the image that flooded 
through my mind as I pleasured myself was that of Tom 
and not my husband Paul.

The sun was beating down, I was wrapped in just a 
towel, I had pleasured myself for so long that the 
salty water I had been bathing in had turned cold, I 
looked into the back garden, the sun looked wonderful, 
I should have dressed and then done my housework but 
instead I made myself a long drink of white wine and 
lemon aid with a mountain of ice in the glass, I took 
the drink into the garden and set up a lounger and 
table.

I had intended to go back into the house and put on a 
t-shirt and jogging trousers but the sun began to heat 
my body through the towel and I decided that just a few 
minutes in my towel would be OK, the only people who 
would see me would be passing by at eighty miles an 
hour on the main railway line behind my garden, oh and 
maybe Tom from next door, but I had heard his car leave 
the close while I had been masturbating in the bath. I 
drank the wine mix in a few sips, it was eleven o'clock 
in the morning and I was drinking alcohol in my back 
garden.

"Are you OK?" "Sally!" I felt a hand shaking my 
shoulder, "Sally, are you OK?" I had fallen asleep in 
the heat of the sun and began a wonderful alcohol 
induced dream about the wonderful Tom, Then Tom's face 
came into view, I didn't know if I was still dreaming 
or awake, "Are you OK?" I suddenly snapped too, I was 
awake, Tom had stepped over the low fence separating 
our gardens and was shaking me awake, then I realised 
there was a bigger problem, the towel that had been 
covering me at eleven o'clock had fallen completely 
open and the sun had severally burned my body, it was 
almost three pm and I was glowing like I was radio-
active. 

Tom called out to Paul in the house but there was no 
answer, Paul had been called out while I was in the 
bath and he had left a note saying he would be back as 
soon as he could but I had missed it totally as I had 
just assumed he was playing with his friends on the 
internet. "You need to go to the hospital! I've seen 
what the sun can do to European skin." Tom took me to 
casualty, I had dressed in a white Indian cotton dress, 
I had no underwear on as it was too painful, as I left 
the house and got into Tom's car I realised that the 
dress was almost see through, in the past I had only 
ever worn it with a blouse and slip under it, I 
couldn't worry about the propriety of it all, I was in 
too much pain. 

Tom took me to the hospital but Paul turned up to take 
me home, I was very disappointed, the hospital had 
given me a morphine based painkilling injection and 
about a gallon of liquids to replace the lost fluids 
from my sunburn accident, and I was feeling very 
giggly, very happy and very horny, if Tom had taken me 
home I would have offered him something, maybe even 
offered to suck him off even though I didn't really 
practice it, the rest of my body would have been out of 
bounds due to the severe burns, maybe I could have gone 
on all fours for him and taken him doggy style.

My body was out of action for a month, the problem for 
Paul was that because of my tender skin I was walking 
around the house almost nude all the time, even panties 
were too much for me to put up with, I was bored 
because I couldn't go to work, Paul was super horny 
from seeing me scantily clad all the time and from his 
conversations with the Lincolnshire poacher and his 
other friends on the Internet. I got use to giving Paul 
a daily blow job, he wanted it more than once a day but 
I put my foot down. 

I got quite good at bringing him off, learnt what he 
liked, how to make him climax quickly, how to hold him 
back, teasing him to a mind blowing orgasm, I even got 
use to the taste of sperm, not like it but get to not 
mind, I also became able to take his cock into my 
oesophagus without choking or even gagging. Tom and I 
had coffee every day, usually within minutes of Paul 
leaving for work, Tom made it quite clear that he would 
love to have sex with me, no one had actually ever said 
the words, "I want to fuck your ass off" to me before, 
Paul had never mentioned wanting to fuck me verbally, 
with him it was all body language, he had verbalised 
his orgasmic tension during sex but never come out cold 
and asked for it, Tom did though.

My convalescence had been over about a month when Paul 
came in and told me that Tom had invited us to dinner 
on Friday night, Tom had held two parties for everyone 
in the close since his introductory party, I had 
declined his invitation due to my illness but now there 
was no impediment.

When Paul and I arrived I was surprised to find a 
strange woman opening the door to Tom's house, the 
neighbours hadn't all been invited, just Paul, I and 
this... tall, perfectly formed young woman, "Hi, I'm 
Rachael, Tom's daughter. You must be Paul!" Rachael 
extended her hand to Paul, she ignored me totally, 
Rachael and Paul were still holding hands making small 
talk ten minutes later when Tom called us into the 
dining room to eat. 

Paul sat next to Rachael and I sat by Tom, the meal was 
simple, stake with dressed salad, the stake was 
unbelievable, my knife slipped through it like a hot 
knife through butter, to Paul and Rachael Tom and I 
didn't exist at all, Tom told me that his daughter was 
twenty years old, very experienced sexually. Tom had 
his hand on my knee within seconds of us sitting next 
to each other, I looked nervously at Paul to see if he 
noticed, and if he did what his reaction would be, he 
didn't notice at all and before I was half way through 
my stake Tom's fingers were easing my knickers aside to 
explore my inner folds. 

He had flipped the hem of my dress onto my waste so 
that he could see my knickers and the hairs that tried, 
unsuccessfully, to hide my sex from view. We didn't get 
to sweet, Tom suggested to Rachael that she should show 
Paul her music selection and let him chose something to 
listen too, as they left the room he said, "They'll be 
in bed fucking before the first chorus is over!" 

I let Tom kiss me for the first time, he led me up 
stairs to his bedroom, stopping briefly at the door to 
the room his daughter was sleeping in during her visit, 
the sound of sex was quite clear during the silent 
passages in the music. Tom took me into his room; he 
undressed me totally, kissed every inch of my body as 
he undressed me. 

Tom was gentle, powerful, loving, inventive, 
extroverted, and willing to teach me everything he 
loved about sex, I was worried that Paul would finish 
fucking Rachael and then come looking for me but Tom 
assuaged my fears, "I've never known Rachael to let a 
new fuck partner out of her room in less than three 
hours, and I asked her to take her time with Paul." His 
words and smile put me totally at ease.

Tom may have been old but he knew how to fuck, he took 
me to the edge of many climaxes, taking me to that 
point where I was breathless but not quite into a 
proper climactic state, after two hours he started to 
fuck me with animal passion, drove me into a screaming 
banshee of a woman, I had never made those sounds in my 
life before, Tom had used his eight inch cock to drive 
me to the very edge of insanity and then allow me down 
only to drive me onward again. I used my new found 
skill to give Tom pleasure with my mouth; he managed to 
get the head of his cock all the way into my throat 
before firing his seed deep into my belly without 
leaving the nasty salty taste in my mouth.

I was ready to get dressed, Tom had given me two hours 
of pleasure and I had given him one climax I was 
expecting everything to be over now that Tom had fired 
his seed into my throat. "Are you finished?" I was 
shocked that it was Tom asking me that question, "I 
thought that because you have had your climax you would 
want to go to sleep now!" Tom shook his head, "Let's 
just check what Paul and Rachael are up to first!" Tom 
said. 

Tom led me by the hand out on to the landing, I could 
hear music and the sound of sex, Tom eased the door 
open and we both peeked into the bedroom, I didn't feel 
at all uncomfortable being nude in Tom's house, I did 
feel a little uncomfortable standing there with Tom 
naked too, standing looking into the bedroom where my 
husband was fucking a woman almost half his age, Paul 
looked terrible, just over two hours of sex was four 
times longer than he had ever performed with me and he 
looked like it was starting to show on his body.

Tom left his daughters door open and started to fuck me 
standing there within feet of my husband and his 
daughter, if Paul had looked up he would have been able 
to see me taking Tom's very large erection into my 
pussy as we both stood there face to face. ~Tom lifted 
my legs one at a time so that he was now carrying me 
with my legs around his waste; he carried me slowly 
into his bedroom, fucking one stroke into me with each 
step.

Tom almost threw me onto his bed and then he did a 
swallow dive on top of me, he fucked me with great 
power and force, I was picturing the image of Paul and 
Rachael in my mind as Tom fucked me, I lost track of 
time, even though Paul could have tired any moment and 
come looking for me, Tom was a typical man, it would be 
perfectly OK for him to take the young woman up on her 
offer for sex, after all she couldn't make him 
pregnant, and just as the thought of pregnancy passed 
through my mind Tom's sperm started to pass through my 
cervix and deep into my womb, I was actually screaming 
at the top of my lungs as a magnificent orgasm ripped 
through my own body just as Tom was climaxing into my 
body, I had felt nothing like that in all my life. 

Suddenly Tom's bedroom door opened and I actually felt 
my heart stop beating, it had to be Paul, alerted to my 
infidelity with Tom by the baying and screaming that I 
was doing, I held my breath and then relaxed, it was 
Rachael walking into her father's bedroom, Tom pulled 
his softening cock from my pussy, I had expected him to 
want to cover us both up as his daughter walked in but 
he seemed to be perfectly happy for his daughter to see 
the two of us nude, as she was perfectly happy for her 
father and I to see her totally nude. "Oww! Daddy, 
you've finished without me!" 

Tom just smiled at his daughter, "Sorry darling." Was 
all Tom said to his daughter. "Paul's sleeping; I think 
he has over tired himself!" Rachael said as she slipped 
onto Tom's bed by my side, she slid closer to me and 
pressed her mouth to my ear to kiss me there and then 
to whisper "Did he fill you right up?" I didn't respond 
to her, I did feel myself blush, the heat of my 
embarrassment turning my face a bright scarlet. 

Rachael didn't wait for an answer from me, she had 
already decided on finding out for herself, Rachael 
slipped down the bed and started kissing and sucking my 
breasts, I froze to the spot, in my head I was 
screaming out, "What the fuck are you doing to me you 
freaky bitch!" But I couldn't get any words out of my 
mouth, all I could do was lie there still as a board. 
Rachael kissed her way down my body and when she got to 
my pussy she started to lick deeply to get at her 
fathers deposit that he had left in the 'Bank of 
Sally's pussy'.

"Mmmmm, he's been saving himself for you for quite some 
time judging from the taste in here!" I was trying to 
disappear from view into Tom's mattress until his 
daughter finally pressed the right buttons inside of my 
body, I started to climax all over again, Rebecca 
worked on my pussy with her mouth as she turned her 
body through one-hundred and eighty degrees and lifted 
her leg over my head and lowered her pussy down to my 
mouth, expecting me to reciprocate the oral loving on 
her, she drove my pussy a little harder and I did 
reciprocate, eating my husband's sperm from Rachael's 
body, I didn't take her anywhere close to the orgasmic 
plateau that she had taken me too, she was obviously 
very well experienced in performing oral sex on a woman 
and this was my first ever time.

I decided that I couldn't take any more pleasure and 
was collecting my clothes together, Tom suggested that 
as Paul was sleeping I should just go into his 
daughters room and get into her bed with him, Rachael 
would stop in her fathers room with him, he had watched 
Rachael and I having oral sex for thirty minutes and as 
I left the room I noticed that Tom had his full 
erection once again, as I slipped quietly from Tom's 
room I was aware of the sounds of sex coming from the 
room behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and saw father and daughter 
on the bed together and Tom was pounding his cock 
instantly into his daughters body, I wish I could have 
had the courage to stop and watch, it would have been a 
big blast to see two people fucking but the thought of 
the incest issue made me scurry away to lie by my 
husband's side. I slipped into an instant sleep, my 
body relaxed, all traces of frustration gone, I managed 
to get into bed without Paul even feeling me arrive.

It was still dark in the morning when Paul rolled over 
onto the top of my body and started fucking me wildly, 
it took several thrusts before I woke up fully and 
turned the light on, Paul seemed genuinely shocked to 
see that it was my lying under him, he knew from the 
bed that he wasn't at home and I definitely got the 
feeling that Paul had hoped that the woman now under 
him was the twenty year old girl and not his enchant 
wife, then he smiled and started fucking me a little 
gentler and took me to a gentle orgasm before filling 
my pussy with his spunk.

I hope you liked my little swinging story, if I get 
enough reaction from this story there will be another 
story at least.

END

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