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Again
by Karen Johnes (lsvista@hotmail.com)
***
The story, "Again" by my husband Kenny, told how he
talked me into having sex again with my long-ago lover,
Dave, all those years after my affair with him. It's
pretty much exactly what happened and his account of my
feelings and actions certainly is correct. Perhaps you
will be interested in what occurred later. (MF-couples,
swing)
***
Author's note: I've read the story, "Again" by my
husband Kenny, telling how he talked me into having sex
again with my long-ago lover, Dave, all those years
after my affair with him. It's pretty much exactly how
it happened and his account of my feelings and actions
certainly is correct. Perhaps you will be interested in
what occurred later.
Part 1: The early effect
-------------------------
About six months had passed after the night I was
fucked by Dave in the back of our old station wagon
while Kenny stood outside. At the time, I was nearly
delirious with pleasure when Dave plunged his enormous
cock into me. I had forgotten how big it was -- how
different from Kenny's. While we fucked, it was like
electric shocks coursing through my whole body and I
didn't want anything in the world but Dave.
But I remember also that when I awoke the next morning,
those old feelings of disgust at myself and shame for
what I had done almost overwhelmed me. I spent all day
in bed trying to stay to myself as much as I could. I
didn't want to face Kenny even though he insisted that
he was okay with everything that had happened. I
certainly didn't want anything to do with Dave and
wouldn't talk to him when he phoned a few times,
although as the day went on I realized that I had mixed
feelings about him as the thought of his glorious cock
pounding me and exploding in my cunt flickered
occasionally through my mind.
Over the next few days, I began to feel better and
stopped pushing Kenny away. Finally, later that week,
we had sex and it was magnificent. He performed better
than he had in years -- like a 23 year old stud but
with the staying ability of an experienced lover. It
seemed almost as if his penis had grown much larger and
more powerful than ever before. He filled me to
capacity and I couldn't have wanted more. It was
heavenly.
When I slyly commented to Kenny about his performance,
he confirmed that he too was aware of his much improved
ability. He was very pleased with himself, saying he
felt like a young man and telling me how much he was
enjoying being able to pleasure me. Then he paused in
mid-stroke and waiting to get my full attention,
murmured that maybe it was an offshoot benefit from
what had happened with Dave. My heart stopped briefly
but when I saw a sly grin on his face, I relaxed and
suddenly all my feelings ran together and I was
content. I knew then that I was going to be okay with
everything and should not entertain any more serious
thoughts of guilt or shame about Dave.
Part 2: The inevitable
-----------------------
Over the next several weeks, Kenny and I had sex
frequently -- day or night -- here, there and anywhere
-- sometimes leisurely, often intensely -- and we loved
it. It was better it seemed than ever before in our
long marriage. We were content with each other and
there was no mention of me having more sex with another
man, although we did come to discuss openly what I had
done with Dave. I told Kenny every detail of the
physical act and was truthful to him about the feelings
of lust and pleasure I had had for Dave's cock in me.
This would excite us while we were fucking and we often
used it to heighten our sexual enjoyment. I came to be
quite relaxed and content with what I had done with
Dave.
Gradually however, the newfound excitement between us
diminished. The sex we had, while still pleasurable,
became distinctly less passionate -- almost routine --
most of the time. And worse, Kenny's abilities began to
slip: his penis too often wouldn't become fully erect
for him or it would soften prematurely even without him
cumming. I began to resign myself to having only the
simple pleasure of his cock sliding in and out in my
cunt, without the intense arousal that I had had with
him earlier after my night with Dave.
Kenny still did not mention anything or even hint about
me having sex again with some other man -- not even
with Dave, not even while we talked about me with him
while we were fucking. I started to think more and more
about the possibility although I wasn't sure with whom
I would want it to be. I expected that I would be
delighted with another session with Dave but
occasionally let my mind drift over other men -- known
and unknown -- who I might enjoy. Finally, in a moment
of frustration when Kenny was failing miserably between
my legs, I blurted out that maybe we needed me to be
fucked by another guy again.
Kenny stopped abruptly, paused and then slowly said
"Okay! Who do you have in mind?". I hesitated since I
wasn't sure that it really was okay with him and also
because I had not thought about any particular man.
When I didn't say anything, he went on to assure me
that he would be quite happy for me to do so if I
wanted. He added that it would not affect his feelings
for me and that maybe it would re-invigorate our sex
life. While I remained silent, he asked if I wanted
Dave again and I suddenly realized that no, I didn't
want him. Smiling at Kenny until I was sure he was
alright with this, I told him that I thought that I
would like to try someone else although I didn't have
anyone particular in mind...yet. We agreed that I would
think about it.
Part 3: My choice
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So I did think about it: not all the time but on and
off over the next few days. I kept coming back to Mark
who was married to my long-time very good friend Ellie.
She and I would confide just about everything to each
other although I had never told her about Dave. We
often talked in great detail about our sex with our
husbands. Her descriptions of Mark's manhood and how he
pleasured her is what made me think of him.
The choice was made but of course I could not proceed
without Ellie's approval; I would never do anything to
hurt her or our friendship. And to get her consent, I
would need Kenny's blessing to disclose some of our
secrets to her. I waited until Kenny was having a good
session screwing me, and when he seemed to be on the
path to cumming, I said simply "Mark" and repeated
softly "Mark, Ellie's husband, is the next man I want
to fuck." Kenny knew Mark well since we often got
together with Ellie and him for an evening out or at
their place or ours. He liked him a lot although the
two of them did not chum around much.
Kenny just nodded at me but slowed his strokes to
listen to my explanation, after which he simply said
"go for it" before banging me harder and harder until
his cum burst from his cock deep in my cunt. His
excitement of course died with his ejaculation as usual
so after waiting until he pulled out and flopped onto
his side of the bed, I asked if he was sure that he was
okay with me getting fucked by Mark if I could arrange
things with Ellie. He assured me that it would be fine
with him.
One afternoon at my house, when Ellie came for one of
our regular get-togethers for coffee and chatting, I
managed to switch us to a nice white wine and after we
had finished about two thirds of the bottle and were
giggling almost uncontrollably about nearly everything
that either of us said, I casually asked her if I had
ever told her about Dave and me.
"Dave?" she enquired "Dave who? Do tell me." I left out
the part about my years-ago affair but told her of the
one night stand arranged by my husband. "Kenny did this
for you?" she exclaimed wide-eyed "Tell me all about
it."
I laughed openly at her reaction and proceeded to give
her all the details including my feelings while I was
with Dave, and then on the following day, and then
later regarding sex with Kenny. I explained the initial
increased pleasure with Kenny that ensued, and then the
ever-diminishing excitement that followed. "So, that's
why I'm talking to you about this." I told her.
"Me?" she asked "What do you mean that's why you're
telling me?"
"Ellie" I said, looking directly into her eyes to judge
her reaction, "I want to do it again and Kenny has
confirmed that it would be alright with him."
"You want to be with Dave again?" she suggested.
This was it -- the risk of damaging our very
friendship. "No. I want to do it with Mark." I watched
her closely to judge her reaction, ready to back track
if I had to try to patch things up.
For a moment, Ellie was perfectly still, showing no
emotion as she quietly remarked "So you want me to
share his big, powerful cock with you?". She paused for
what seemed like forever, with the tension hanging in
the air so thick I dared not speak. Finally, she tilted
her head and, looking at me with a quizzical smile,
added "Well that might be okay but it seems terribly
one-sided. What about me, Karen?"
I wanted to alleviate her concerns and feelings about
me with Mark but as I tried to put some thoughts into
words, all I could do was stammer incoherently until
suddenly she burst out laughing "I mean what about sex
for me, Karen. Sure you can fuck Mark; he has often
teased that he'd enjoy visiting your pussy. But can I
have Kenny in return?"
For a moment it was bliss, imagining the pleasure I
would have with Mark but then the thought of Kenny
fucking another woman -- even my good friend, even with
my permission -- flooded me with dread. I hadn't ever
considered him being with anyone else and wasn't
prepared for this, but my reluctance was brief and I
quickly realized I could be fine with it. I even burst
into laughter when Ellie, feigning total seriousness,
promised earnestly to be gentle with him.
Part 4: Our plan
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Ellie and I spent the rest of the afternoon alternately
giggling about what we would do with each other's
husband, and seriously plotting how we would go about
getting together to do it with them. She suggested that
we come to their place for an evening that could be
turned into an all-night stay if everything worked out.
Her plan was to set it up so that the four of us would
pair off and use their two adjoining spare bedrooms.
That way, according to her, she would keep their
marital bed "pure".
We decided that we wouldn't let our husbands know
anything about what we had in store for them. We would
let them think it was just an evening together to
socialize as usual but each of us would wear something
very sexy and would spend the last hour or so
tormenting our man to get him as horny as possible
before our little party began. We planned to have great
fun watching them squirm trying to control themselves
as we coyly flirted with each other's guy.
About twenty minutes before we were to leave to walk
over to their place, Ellie called to tell me we'd
better hurry up since she had Mark so hot she almost
had to beat him off with a stick. I laughed as I
revealed that Kenny was so horny that he had suggested
that we cancel going, to spend the evening together in
bed.
Ellie welcomed us with a warm hug and peck on the cheek
which, pretending she was distracted by Mark at that
moment, she let linger for several seconds on Kenny. As
she gestured toward their living room, I saw that she
had had Mark rearrange their furniture into a cozy
setting in front of the fireplace. Their pair of love
seats faced each other but were angled slightly toward
the softly flickering fire.
While Mark took our coats to hang in the closet, Ellie
guided Kenny and me to the love seats and as I started
to sit down, quickly slid herself around him to sit
beside me as we had planned. She waved Kenny to the
opposite seat, leaving Mark only the spot beside him.
We immediately crossed out legs and allowed our hems to
slide up to mid-thigh. Ellie's dress was open under the
arms and plunged at the front almost to her navel.
Clearly she was not wearing a bra and, from what I
could tell, apparently also had no panties on. I too
did not have a bra on but my dress was not so revealing
except that I knew the top would gape open when I
leaned over. I had however worn panties, knowing that I
could easily remove them.
Part 5: Teasing them
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We chatted mundanely for about twenty minutes while
sipping the wine that Mark had poured for us before
sitting down, until Ellie, exclaiming that the talk was
rather boring, looked closely into Kenny's eyes and
earnestly asked him to tell her his horniest thing.
While he was struggling for an answer, she shifted
herself so as to sit with her legs side-by-side, and
she angled them toward the end of the seat so that her
dress slid up to her buttock and he had a clear view of
her entire thigh. Upon getting nearly settled, she
bumped me as if accidentally, and on cue, I allowed
this jostling to cause my legs to fall open letting
Mark get a peek of my panties. We could barely manage
not to laugh at the looks on their faces. Kenny never
did answer and Ellie winked at him and let it go.
A little later Ellie asked Mark to refill the wine
glasses and when he rose she offered to help, but as
she got to her feet she tripped herself and fell into
the spot beside Kenny. As if to break her fall, she
reached out and thrust her hand onto his thigh just
below his crotch. Settling beside him pressed tightly
against his body, she left her hand there while peering
up into his face and offering that she hoped she hadn't
hurt him. After several seconds without any response
from Kenny, she slowly removed her hand, letting her
fingers skitter over the growing bulge in his pants.
Meanwhile Mark finished pouring more wine and seeing
his spot taken, sat down beside me. I immediately
leaned over toward him as if to reach for my glass,
affording him a good look down my dress with my nipples
exposed. I held the position and turned my head to
smile into his eyes.
Ellie remarked that she wondered whether Kenny was
uncomfortable because of her fall, and asked me what we
could do to make him more at ease. I softly replied
"It's okay Kenny." and looking directly into his eyes,
repeated "It's okay." Then Ellie asked Mark if it was
all right with him and when he nodded yes, she looked
back and forth between him and me and assured him that
that was okay too.
The planned action began in earnest almost immediately.
Both men joined the play, now without reservation. Soon
our dresses were down to our waists and Ellie's also
was up to hers, fully exposing her pussy for fondling
by Kenny. I stood and made a show of slipping my
panties off. My dress fell over my thighs as I sat
again but this did not stop Mark's hand from quickly
reaching my sweet spot. His fondling of my clitoris and
slipping his fingers into my very wet cunt was
heavenly.
Ellie and I simultaneously opened the fronts of their
pants and released their cocks. She immediately gulped
Kenny's dick down her throat and made exaggerated
slurping sounds as she pumped her mouth up and down his
shaft. I grasped Mark's rock hard erection and was
about to mouth it when he suggested that we go
somewhere more private. We nodded to Ellie and Kenny,
and when we got up she told us to use the first spare
bedroom. We could hear them moving to the other
bedroom, as we closed the door behind us.
Part 6: The pleasure
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In an instant, Mark and I stood fully naked with our
bodies pressed tightly together, our lips locked and
our tongues twisting wildly in each other's mouth. His
hardness thrust into my belly as if yearning for what
was to come. I released myself from his arms and slid
to my knees in front of him. He moaned as I slipped my
lips over the head of his cock and continued until it
was deep in my throat. I pumped his shaft with my hand,
slowly at first and then ever more furiously, while I
stroked my mouth back and forth, almost releasing his
glistening knob before plunging it back into my throat.
Occasionally, I paused to flick the tip of my tongue
into the slit in the end of his manhood or to move to
kiss and lick his balls but shortly I returned to
sucking his organ.
I stopped when his body started to pulse and he began
uttering guttural noises since I wanted to make sure I
got a load from him in my cunt but when he begged me to
continue and promised that he could recover to satisfy
me over and over, I resumed and quickly finished
blowing him. He dumped a huge load of jism into the
back of my mouth and throat. I swallowed as fast as I
could but could barely keep up with his squirting which
seemed like it would go on forever. As he subsided, I
rose to my feet and with some of his cum still in my
mouth, purposely french-kissed him to share it. I was
pleased when he took it without hesitation.
We sprawled into bed and were lying quietly in each
other's arms while he was recovering, when we heard the
sound of the bed in the next room squeaking mildly at
first but then loudly, followed by banging of the head
board against the wall. Mark smiled at me and offered
that he hoped that Ellie and Ken were having as much
fun as we were.
He rolled onto his elbow and leaned over and kissed me
lightly while stroking my breast softly with the back
of his fingers. I parted my lips to take his tongue
into my mouth but he moved to kissing my neck and then
his tongue wandered slowly down my chest until he was
sucking my nipple -- gently at first but soon as if he
wanted to take my whole breast. He was very good at
this and the intense pleasure I was feeling from it
made my pussy dripping wet.
I knew I was in for a glorious orgasm. I pushed his
head tighter and tighter against me, barely allowing
him enough freedom to switch back and forth between my
nipples. Soon he had both of them fully erect and he
proceeded to fondle one with his fingers and the other
with the tip of his tongue as he suckled it greedily.
The pleasure was rippling through my body.
I was enjoying this so much but wanting more, I pushed
lightly on the top of his head. He took the cue and
released my nipple from his mouth and slowly trailed
the tip of his tongue down my stomach. He flicked it
into my navel and then lifted his head to admire my
neatly trimmed bush, before lowering his lips to kiss
every square inch of it.
Finally his tongue arrived at the top of my slit and
continued slowly along it until he found my clit which
instantly began to swell with pleasure. The feeling was
electric. My body tensed and I arched my hips to his
mouth but after rolling my little bud of excitement
back and forth a few times his tongue continued along
my slit until it entered my hole. He seemed to struggle
for maximum penetration and then began to lick my
bountiful juices from me, murmuring "delicious".
The enjoyment was intense. An orgasm was imminent but I
struggled to hold it off to heighten the glorious
sensation. But when his tongue found its way back to my
clitoris and rubbed it vigorously while his lips sucked
it into his mouth, I lost all control. I screamed as
the orgasm washed over me making every part of my body
tingle, all my muscles clench and unclench , every bit
of me lost in the moment. He continued to press his
mouth against me and softly licked the lips of my pussy
for several minutes while I enjoyed the warm afterglow
during the drift down from my high.
Then Mark slid back up beside me, rolled face-to-face
and with a big smile suggested that it was my turn to
share, as he kissed my lips and thrust his tongue into
my mouth. I smiled back, laughed and proceeded to lick
his mouth, chin and cheeks before falling back to
snuggle beside him while we rested for a bit.
Soon, with a little help from my fingers the pole was
standing straight up again. He rolled me onto my back
and moved to his knees between my legs. Slowly, he
touched the end of his cock to the lips of my pussy. I
could barely control my urge, wanting to arch my hips
to thrust my cunt onto him but he did not enter me but
gradually slid the head up and down my slit. I didn't
know what he was waiting for -- I was so wet that I'm
sure that I didn't need any further foreplay to handle
a fucking by even the biggest penis imaginable. Finally
he penetrated my hole and in one slow continuous thrust
buried himself to the limit in my aching cunt.
I was on the verge of another orgasm by the time he
began to fuck me and it didn't take many strokes for
him to bring me over the edge. My whole body vibrated,
my face contorted and my toes curled as the waves of
pleasure washed over me. I cried out for him to fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me, harder and harder and harder, and
he did. He maintained full control and pounded me for
several minutes until I came down from heaven. He
slowed then but continued stroking until an orgasm
again started to build in me. This time he climaxed
just after I did and released his load into my cunt.
The feeling of his cock pulsing in me while he
ejaculated was superb.
I let my mind fixate on Mark then -- on the fact it was
Mark who was giving me this pleasure. A warm glow was
added to all the other pleasant sensations coursing
through my body.
I thought of Ellie and how she had granted me this
opportunity, and I silently thanked her. I thought also
of Kenny and knew that I was comfortable with him
fucking her but I worried that he might not be sure
that I would be content with it. I made a mental note
to reassure him in the morning.
Relaxing until we were ready for more, Mark and I again
could hear sounds of sex coming from the next room.
First the bed, then the wall and then some guttural,
almost primeval, animal-like sounds possibly from
Ellie, or Kenny, or maybe both of them. And then Ellie
screamed to Kenny to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her
brains out. We snuggled each other and quietly
listened, enjoying the sounds of love making between
our spouses, until Mark moved back between my legs but
this time again buried his face into my pussy and
unleashed his tongue into my slit, licking me until I
had another orgasm.
Neither Mark nor I confessed any desire for sleep and I
suppose we imagined that we would continue the night
through but, of course, after a few more sessions of
fucking and sucking each other to the ultimate
pleasure, the sand man took over and we slept until
morning.
Part 7: The aftermath
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When we awoke, we rolled into each other's arms and
snuggled face to face for a few minutes, smiling at
each other but not speaking. I felt Mark's cock fully
erect sticking into my belly and figured he would do
something with it but he murmured that we better get up
and with that pulled away and rolled out of bed. We
took turns in the washroom and then slipped naked into
two soft robes that Ellie apparently had set out for
us.
We went hand-in-hand into the kitchen to find Kenny
standing beside Ellie at the stove. As if on cue upon
hearing us approaching, she turned into him and with
her robe fallen fully open, pressed her body against
him and gave him a passionate kiss almost as if to show
off in front of us. Then with a laugh and a big smile,
she moved over to Mark, letting her robe continue to
hang exposing her breasts and bush. She gave him a
similar kiss before murmuring hope that he had a good
time last night. I squeezed Mark's hand and then broke
away from him to go to Kenny. I kissed him warmly and I
slid my hand into his robe. Fondling his cock and balls
I remarked that I hoped he had put those to good use
last night.
While Ellie finished preparing the food, Mark set the
table and then we all sat down to a nice breakfast. We
chatted about anything and everything but with very
little comment about last night's bedroom activities.
Everyone agreed readily however, that they had enjoyed
themselves immensely and most certainly wanted to do it
again.
Near the end of the breakfast, Ellie whispered in my
ear and, with my agreement, suggested that maybe we
should have an open arrangement in which she and Kenny,
or Mark and I, could get together whenever we wanted,
without concern about what the other two were doing.
Mark quickly disagreed, suggesting that he was certain
that that would pose too much risk that two of us might
bond to the point where the marriages would suffer if
not be destroyed. Kenny immediately concurred saying he
wanted no part of anything that might diminish his
relationship with me.
Ellie and I looked at each other and realizing how
right they were, voiced our contentment with just
fucking around as a foursome as we had last night. Mark
and Kenny laughed at our comments.
Well that was about five months ago and since then we
have gotten together regularly to socialize as we used
to. We switch mates about every three weeks or so but
certainly not ever time or even nearly so. It's been
very enjoyable and we intend to continue this way as
long as everyone is content with it. We've become more
adventurous, including trying all four threesomes
arrangements with the other person just enjoying the
show.
We also have shared one bed all together alternately
fucking our swap mates and our own spouses. There has
been no isolated two-some and the marital relationships
seem to be unaffected -- apart from the enhanced
pleasure during sex alone with our own spouses, which
all of us have confirmed and attribute to the partner
swapping sessions.
END
Author's promise: I'll post a follow-up story about
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free to contact me if you have any question you'd like
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