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  1. Jessie B

    The Bean Jar

    Jeannie and I made this agreement about sex at the same time we decided to get married. It was mostly Jeannie’s idea. You see, Jeannie really likes her sex and has little false modesty about it. The day I met her she had me in the sack before sundown and for the next ten months hardly a day went by that we didn’t manage at least a quicky in her parent’s day room. We had our first bareback unprotected sex, got engaged, and started plans for our future sex life all in one day. "You son of a bitch!" I was awakened by Jeannie beating on my bare chest with her dainty little fists. "You didn’t wear a rubber and now I’m probably pregnant." She raged. She knew as well as I did that impregnation is rather improbable though not impossible for the first clear day of her month but I could see that she was ready to make an issue. "Good." I grinned up at her. "Maybe this time you won’t be so ready to shine me off when I suggest we get married." The fire in her eye turned to a glint of humor. "You sneaky bastard. Now I do have to take you seriously don’t I? At least for the next three weeks." "Yes you do." I reached over the side of the bed for my trousers and rummaged in the pockets. "And in the meantime it might help if you wear this." She accepted the small velvet box I held out to her and snapped open the lid. "So now if I throw up at work, the other girls will just smirk and congratulate me. You are a scheming bastard aren’t you? She put the ring on her finger and held it at arms length. "At least I can still see it at this distance." It was only a half carat but the most my credit would carry. She didn’t have to rub it in. "I’ll wear it for the rest of the month and reconsider then." Leaning over she gave me a warm sweet kiss. "But no more bareback." She kissed me again and then melted in my arms. "Well I guess we can’t make things worse at this point." She rolled me over on top and wrapped her bare legs around my hips. A half hour later she again wakened me with a kiss on the eyelids. "The reason I rejected your first proposal wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you." She said quietly. "It’s marriage that scares me. It’s all those handsome men out there that turn me on. I know that none of them is a better lay than you but fucking a new cock is so much fun I couldn’t face a life of never again having a choice. Yesterday I turned down an invitation to Squaw Valley for the weekend with Ray Johnson because I’d sooner stay here with you. Ray is a good fuck too." "Well hey, I just suggested we get married." I put in. "Not that you get measured for a chastity belt. There’s more to marriage than an exclusive lifetime contract for sex. Actually, I find the concept rather oppressive." Jeannie sat up in the bed and began pensively fingering the soggy remains of my well-fucked cock. "Could I contract for say ninety five percent of my sexual activity for ninety five percent of yours?" I didn’t waste time arguing. "Sounds good. That’s nineteen out of every twenty." "I can do the math you dummy." Jeannie laughed. "Do you still want to get married?" I held out my hand. "Gimme back the ring." With a hurt look of shocked surprise she removed it from her finger and solemnly handed it to me. I took her hand and put the ring back on the ring finger. "With this ring- Just say when." Her face lit up. "Oh honey, as of this moment we are married." The kiss she gave me is one I’ll always remember. "Now I have to get dressed and go show this to the girls at the office." She kissed the ring, dodged the grab I made for her ass and jumped out of bed. When I got back to our tiny two room apartment the next evening, Jeannie had wine, candles and steak on the table along with three brandy snifters and two zip-lock bags of those flattened glass marbles you see in craft stores - one bag of clear and one with gold speckles. At my questioning look, Jeannie explained, "That’s our bookkeeping system. It’s a variation on the old New England bean pot game. For the first year of marriage newlyweds put one bean in the pot every time they had sex then, after a year, they’d remove one bean each time and see how long it took to empty the pot." She counted out nineteen clear glass blobs into one of the snifters, all the gold blobs into another and lined them up with the empty snifter in the middle. She then took out one of the nineteen clear blobs and put it in the empty snifter. "That’s for this morning." She said solemnly. "And every time we have sex, we add another. When all nineteen are in the center snifter, we dump them back and replace them with one gold marble." "I get it." I interrupted, "A gold marble allows us each one free pass. "Right." During the next five years we got officially married, had son Eric and moved to a larger apartment. We had forty three gold marbles and seventeen clear ones in the mason jar which had replaced the snifter when it overflowed. I’d sometimes catch Jeannie looking at them and smiling but we’d never taken one out. We’d sort of lost touch with the old crew we used to run with but last Thursday Jeannie and I decided to eat out and went to the Olive Garden where we ran into Ray Johnson - the same Ray Johnson whose invitation to Squaw Valley Jeannie had turned down five years ago. With him was an ex-flame of mine Sylvia Martin. We arranged for a table for four and were soon chatting about old times. We learned that Ray and Sylvia were now married, had two children and were planning moving to Denver. Sylvia seemed a bit uncomfortable to be seated next to me and I could see that she was recalling some of the mad tussles between the sheets we had enjoyed not so long ago. I also noticed Ray glancing at Jeannie’s cute little tits. I knew he’d tasted those - and other things. As women will, Jeannie and Sylvia took off together for the rest room leaving Ray and me to an uncomfortable moment. "So you and Jeannie got hitched." Ray broke the brief silence. "I once really had the hots for that gal but I struck out." "Well let’s be honest here." I protested. "You got on base with Jeannie. She’s completely up front with me about her past." Ray was taken aback but quickly recovered. "Then be advised that Sylvia has told me all about the time her father caught you and her fucking in his bed." He paused for a moment and then burst out laughing. "What’s so funny here?" The girls had just arrived back at the table and Sylvia put her hand on my shoulder as she sat down beside me. "Ray was just recounting our episode with your father." I explained. Sylvia laughed. "That was some day wasn’t it." She paused a moment. "Those were the days weren’t they? Jeannie and I were just talking about them. Could we ever rekindle those flames?" "It couldn’t hurt to try." Jeannie added hopefully. I looked at Ray and his face lit up. "It’s not like we’ve never been there before." It’s amazing - or maybe not - that we managed to take our time over dinner before driving out to Ray and Sylvia’s. Sylvia and Jeannie made no mystery of why we were there. By the time Ray had paid off the babysitter Sylvia had shown us the main features of their home, thrown back the sheets on their king size bed and tossed Jeannie one of her very short teddies. The girls never did get into those teddies. Ray and I were stripped and all over them in about ten seconds. Ray had his face buried in Jeannie’s crotch while she had his ruddy erection in both hands and her tongue lapping at the rosy knob. I was past need for foreplay and so was Sylvia and in about five seconds my peter was buried to the hilt in one of the sweetest pussies from my memories; no longer the tightest but warm and tingling. "Don’t rush." she whispered in my ear. "Just let it soak a while . Remember our first time. In Peterson’s apple orchard. I thought I could die from sheer ecstasy." She made a slow rotation of her pelvis to get my cock’s attention. "Then at Betty’s eighteenth birthday party we sneaked upstairs and did it in her bed. I told her later and she creamed her panties." Sylvia chatted on. She always was a talker - even while fucking.Her breaths were becoming shorter and quicker. "Get ready." she murmured. "I’m going to come." She arched her back and bucked like a bronco. As the turmoil in her pussy began, the pressure that had been building in my groin broke loose and let her have four strong gushers and a series of smaller squirts. "Ah yes." she panted, - "Just as it used to be - I wanted that. Damn that was good. I hope Ray is doing as good for Jeannie." The activity from that side of the bed was still rocking. Ray was down to the short strokes and Jeannie was starting with the little kitten mews that mean she was on the verge. That was good; she doesn’t get that far every time. Suddenly she screamed out a long drawn "Aaahh" and I felt a rush of happiness that my love was enjoying such pleasure. "Well I guess that answers my concern." Sylvia giggled as she hiked her knees over my hips in an attempt to retain my deflating cock as long as possible. I rolled us to one side to help. "You know," she said seriously, "We should do this every five years. It’ll keep us young a lot longer." "Let’s plan on it." From that point on proceedings became quite intimate. When we got home the next morning, tired, drained and happy, Jeannie went directly to the ‘bean jar’ to remove one golden marble and return it to its storage snifter. She eyed the contents of the mason jar for a while before saying "You know my love, we really should consider cashing in some more of these credits." "We do have a school reunion coming up next June." I suggested. "Too far off." Jeannie rejected the idea. I put my arms around her from behind and cupped her titties in my hands. "That new couple at the tennis club?" She turned around, put her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. "Possibles. Let me think on it. For now, it’s been a long, wonderful but tiring night. Let’s get some sleep." In my groin I felt the beginning stirrings of desire for this beautiful creature in my arms. "Right."
  2. When the company I work for was taken over by an even larger conglomerate the local office was closed down and I was one of the few offered a job at regional headquarters. I was also offered a significant raise and all moving expenses. Jeannie and I just couldn’t resist. The only down side was parting from our intimate friends Malcolm and Laura. The four of us had shared many a happy moment in the eight years since we first met at a PTA conference and we’d also shared each others bicycles, tools, skis and spouses - even, occasionally, our automobiles. Our farewell get-together in Laura’s California King size bed lasted a full weekend of affirmations and demonstrations of undying affection with promises we would get back together again often. We all knew that with time, ‘often’ would eventually become a Christmas card. The memory of that weekend with the beautiful boobs of Laura is more durable than the promises. Resettling in the green Pacific Northwest went smoothly as Jeannie and I began making acquaintances in the new neighborhood and the new workplace. We kept an eye open for potential swing partners but the locals, mostly outgoing and friendly, have that air of reserved respectability that makes difficult any hint of intimacy. They are all fine people and we did make some very good friends but none to whom we would dare suggest a relationship of the type we had enjoyed with Malcolm and Laura. But ‘just good friends’ are worth having too. For example; our next door neighbors, Tilly and Orville Ross. Tilly is a tall thin woman - rather plain with a practical approach to life and a quick wit while Orville is a stocky muscular man with a ready laugh and an endless store of slightly off-color jokes. Neither is exactly what we would imagine to be swingers but they are excellent company. Jeannie and Tilly hit it off almost immediately and soon their visiting back and forth had worn a gap in the hedge separating our back yards. Orville fancies himself a barbeque maestro and for Friday evenings I quickly fell into a habit of grabbing a couple of six packs and accepting his shouted invitation to ribs or chicken. If I could find another neighbor who brings home more salmon than he can eat I’d have suburban heaven. Although Jeannie and I were still working on plans to find new swing buddies, we just never really considered Tilly and Orville. They seemed altogether too ‘Norman Rockwell’. Then one balmy October Friday evening, as the last rays of the sun disappeared, we drained the last of our beers and got up for our ritual goodnight hug. I put my arms around Tilly, gave her a peck on the forehead and held her close for the usual five count but when I released her, she turned around and gasped. - Jeannie and Orville were welded together in a kiss that could win an Oscar. “Orville!!” Tilly’s exclamation had the effect of a bucket of water on two randy dogs. Orville pushed away from Jeannie in such a hurry that she stumbled back, I stepped up to catch her while Tilly jumped between me and Orville and placed a hand on my chest, ”Now don’t do anything rash.” I just stepped back and grinned at her. “Now why should I do anything rash?” A confused look passed over the woman’s face for a moment then she dropped her hands and gave me an apologetic grin. “Silly me. I thought you were going to punch Orville out for kissing your wife.” “Yeah, silly me. Orville could put me down any day. - And were you about to punch Jeannie out for kissing your husband?” Tilly just looked down for a few seconds then the corners of her lips began to twitch. Finally she began to laugh. “Silly me. Of course not - but I am going to get even.” She wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled me down for the deepest kiss in my recent memory as she plastered her body against mine all the way down to the knees. “Now you two get on home while we all take a deep breath.” I do believe Tilly was blushing as she turned and hurried into the house. The next morning, Saturday, I waited for Orville to shut off his lawnmower before slipping through the gap in the hedge to return the pruning shears I had borrowed two weeks ago. “And has Tilly forgiven you for assaulting my wife last night?” I asked with a laugh. “But hey -” Orville protested “I didn’t do anything - honest - at least nothing intentional. That sexy wife of yours slipped her tongue into my mouth and I just got carried away.” “Well.” I said in a tone of exaggerated disbelief, “I find that hard to believe. Jeannie would ever try to seduce a friend’s husband without that friend’s permission.” Orville’s expression turned sullen. “Well that’s the way it was.” “Okay okay.” I backpedaled “I believe you. Jeannie can be a bit forward at times.” At that point, Jeannie herself appeared through the hedge. “Hi fellows, thought I’d better come by and apologize to Tilly for my slutty behavior last night.” As she continued on into the house Orville turned to me and grinned. “You were just saying?” I gave him a shamefaced grin in return. “I was just apologizing for my wife’s slutty behavior.” “Apology not necessary.” He laughed. “I enjoyed it. There just isn’t enough such behavior these days.” I couldn’t let pass the opening. “Well, maybe our goodnight hugs could use a little spice.” Orville’s grin expanded, “I could live with that.” Before I could pursue the theme Tilly stepped out the back door. “Jeannie and I are going shopping and you two are taking us to an expensive restaurant tonight.” After an expensive but excellent dinner and two bottles of excellent but expensive wine, the four of us arrived home just after nine o’clock. Tilly invited us to a nightcap at their house where she ordered Orville to turn on the lights in the den and me to help her fix the highballs in the kitchen. “I really made an ass of myself last night didn’t I?” She asked over her shoulder as she assembled the glasses and bottles. I felt adventurous. “Well it was a very pretty ass.” She turned around with a mock frown. “You’re a naughty boy - but then so is Orville. Jeannie and I had a long talk about that this afternoon and agreed that a little naughtiness is not altogether a bad thing. I’ll tell you what we plan to do about it.” She handed me two of the drinks she had been preparing. In the den, Orville was seated on the sofa with Jeannie beside him, half turned toward him, legs tucked under her and one hand on his shoulder. She was talking quietly to him and neither paid me any attention as I placed the two glasses on the coffee table in front of them and allowed Tilly to lead me to the recliner in front of the TV. At her gesture I seated myself and she sat in beside me with her legs over my lap. We each took a sip of our drinks and placed them on the side table. I put my right arm over her shoulder and gently drew her to me. She gave me a disapproving look but didn’t resist so I slid my left hand across her tummy and up to her right breast. She shivered but didn’t object so I undid two buttons of her blouse and slid my hand inside. She wore no ‘bra. Her breasts were small - each about the size of a half grapefruit with a nipple firm as the eraser on a pencil. “Slow down there mister.” She admonished me. “I haven’t started to tell you the new rules.” “I’m listening,” I complained as I tweaked the firm nipple. She shivered and then melted against me. “Not quite the handful you’re accustomed to.” She whispered in my ear. “Is it?” “What I can’t get in my mouth is just surplus.” I whispered back. She giggled and undid the other two buttons. I helped her wriggle out of the garment and tossed it over the back of the recliner. Leaning forward I opened my mouth wide to place it over as much as possible of the firm tittie and began tracing circles around the protruding nipple with my tongue. She tensed and grabbed the back of my head. “Stop that. I had a nice little speech all prepared on what liberties Jeannie and I agreed we might allow you two scoundrels and before I get started you’ve taken half of them.' I came up for air. “Sorry, you’re the boss.” I tried to reach around back and recover the blouse. “Forget it.” Tilly kept her voice low. “We’re on a slippery slope here but slow down a bit will you.” She drew my face back against her breast. “ I enjoyed that too much to ask you to stop it but I’m losing confidence in my ability to control this situation.” I took just the firm little nipple between my lips and pressed my tongue against it. “Oh Jack,” She gasped, “I’m not kidding myself. I know where all this is heading but please leave me a little room for self respect.” She shook her head and laughed. - “Scrub that last. Self respect is not an issue. I just wouldn’t want to race too far ahead of Jeannie and Orville.” “If you peek over my shoulder you can check on how far they’ve come.” I suggested. She raised her head a few inches then sat up as far as allowed by the cramped quarters. “Good heavens!” She gasped. “You’re not going to repeat last night?” “Only the last line.” She quipped. “Get up. We can’t let them get too far ahead of us either and I’m not going to screw in a recliner when there’s a queen size bed available in the next room.” Again Jeannie and Orville paid us no attention as we passed them on the way out and Tilly was vibrating with excitement as she hurried me into the bedroom. “Our carefully planned schedule is shot all to hell.” she commented wryly as she dropped her short skirt and turned toward me. I put my arms around her, slipped two fingers under the elastic of her panties and peeled them over her slender ass. “Which is probably a good thing. I could well have chickened out.” She stripped the panties completely off and sat back onto the bed. Quite calmly she reached out and undid my belt, allowing my trousers to fall to the floor. My shorts followed quickly. As she reached out to touch my revealed erection I pushed her away from me onto her back. “You’ll get a handful of gloop if you touch that now- sorry about that but I’m a lot more excited than I’m letting on and I’m cursed with a hair trigger when I get excited.” “I understand.” She worked herself a bit farther up the bed and separated her knees. “Just take it easy and don’t worry about performance. I just want to feel you coming inside me and know I’ve really done this. We can get down to some serious screwing later.” Tilly’s calm words eased the tension in my groin and restored my confidence. She was trembling but not tense as I spread her legs a bit wider and lowered myself onto her.. “Ah yes, yesss.” She breathed as I slid easily into her warm moist puss. “Just hold it there a bit; let me savor the moment. It’s been seventeen years of only Orville.” She lay still for about five seconds before beginning a slow undulating roll of her hips. Her eyes closed and the tip of her tongue ran lightly around her lips. “This is good.” She whispered. “It’s been seventeen years for Orville too and I’m so happy for him too - Jeannie is so beautiful.” “Be happy for me too.” I breathed into her ear. “Unh-uh.” She gave me a pussy hug and bump that nearly set me off. “Take care of your own happiness. This is for me - now give me it all - fill me with your juices - let me know I’ve been fucked completely.” Three long deep strokes then I kissed her and began coming to her - - deep deep inside her. “Ah yes.” she sighed. “Perfect.” She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thank you for not pressing for a frenzied orgasm. I can do that you know - I’ll prove it to you before the night’s over - but not this first time - I just wanted to feel a new cock exploding inside me to salute the beginning of a new era.” I let it soak for several minutes while Tilly continued a contented slow roll of her hips until my heartbeat settled down and I rolled off onto my back. Tilly rolled with me but couldn’t retain my deflating erection. She just laughed. “You know, Orville and I have fantasized about doing this but have been too timid to do anything about it. I’ve had countless opportunities to cheat on him but that’s not for me. Sneaking out for a secret tryst in some motel seems so tacky. Tonight everything’s going so naturally I’m amazed it hasn’t happened to me before.” “It’s a matter of the right time.” I said quietly. “Don’t examine it too closely. You’ll wring all the magic out of it.” “The right time and the right person.” Tilly corrected me. She was lying on her side with one hand slowly stroking the soggy mass of limp flesh that had so recently been vigorously stirring around inside her. Several times in the next quarter hour she began a sentence which never got completed. “Oh oh, he’s coming back to life.” She lifted her head to watch my peter straighten out and stiffen up. “Here, let me show you what I like.” She threw a leg over to kneel astride me with her knees up past my hips. Raising up, she looked down at my developing erection. “My that looks yummy.” She muttered as she gently raised if to the vertical and slowly lowered herself onto it. “”Ahhh –“ She sat straight up and closed her eyes as she pressed down arch to arch. For a full minute she barely moved then, leaning forward, she placed her hands on my shoulders and began a slow rotation of her pelvis. About every ten count she would raise up until only the head of my dong remained hidden then open her eyes to admire the glistening trunk before closing her eyes again and sliding back down. She didn’t even notice Jeannie and Orville enter the room. Jeannie had a towel around her waist while Orville was buff naked with the glistening moist remains of a pussy-whipped cock hanging between his legs. Jeannie gave me an amused grin while Orville’s gazed was riveted on the sight of his wife’s pussy sliding up and down my rigid pole. Without warning, Tilly began climaxing. She mewed like a kitten with each spasm then pressed down against my chest and rolled us both to one side. Both her hands were on my ass and pressing as if she could stuff all of me completely inside her. Orville dropped to his knees beside the bed to get a closer look at the details and suddenly Tilly noticed that we were not alone. She uttered an obscenity and hid her face in the pillow but didn’t interrupt her orgasm. As her tremors tapered off she looked up to her husband with a guilty grin which changed to a broad smile when he leaned over to give her a big kiss. His semi-soft tool was already showing signs of recovery. Jeannie sat down on the side of the bed and leaned over to give me a slap on the ass. “Switch time.” she whispered so I rolled Tilly onto her back, gave her four long strokes and pulled out. “Good boy.” Jeannie commented as Orville took my place and began trying to stuff his semi-soft into his steaming wife. Tilly just giggled Jeannie closed her eyes and relaxed as I drew her into my arms. “Well, I suppose we don’t have to worry about what to do with the weekends this winter.”
  3. Use vaseline when swinging. Smear it on the doorknob and the kids can't open the door.
  4. My hubby says "I'll wear a rubber if asked to but I just can't posssibly pull out once I lose it".
  5. Jessie B

    Soccer Mom

    I’m just your garden variety soccer mom. I attend PTA the second Friday of every month, I’m in charge of snacks for the team after the Saturday games and I took third prize at the county fair for my Mayberry pie - a white ribbon I proudly display on my refrigerator door. So I hope you’ll excuse me if I find it difficult to use all the words I find on this bulletin board or fail to express all my feelings as freely as some of you can. But I just have to tell someone. If I hadn’t been fooling around with Ted’s computer while he’s away on business and happened upon this page, I’d have burst from keeping it to myself. Blanche is another soccer mom like me. Her Orville is on the same team as my Timmy and it was inevitable that we wind up sitting together at the Saturday games. Women with big busts are a magnet to me and Blanche has a pair that deserves a blue ribbon. Now don’t get me wrong. My favorite for bed partner will always be male with that ridiculous equipment they bring with them but I’ve developed a mild complex about my own skimpy bosom which moves me to fortify my identity as a woman with the company of the more generously endowed. At least that’s what I was told by the shrink I went to after Ted flatly refused to let me get implants. “I didn’t marry you for your tits.” He’d said, “And a couple of bags of silicone won’t make you a better lay than the fabulous one you are.” I laughed and joked that as long as he kept that in mind I would keep the bod I have and he was entitled to a buxom mistress to take care of his minor fantasies - just don’t overdo it. But I know from the way he occasionally works his chest against mine that sometimes his mind is on burrowing between a couple of juicy big ones so I admit that my offer was not entirely in jest. I wouldn’t want the big guy to miss out on anything just because I can’t supply it. But about Blanche; within a month of first meeting we were closer friends than I am with any of my more immediate neighbors. I suppose it has something to do with our not being neighbors. I could never be so open with someone I see every day. As we watched the kiddies run up and down the field, we both got around to unloading all our life secrets to each other. I told all about my affair in my junior year at college and she shocked me with tales of the wild goings-on at her school. We both bitched mildly about the monotony of the life of a suburban housewife. I asked her if she missed the carefree times - the freedom, the excitement, the sex. “Well,” She looked off into the distance, “Lars and I promised each other we’d get back into a more open lifestyle after Orville started school but he’s nine years old now and all our friends are as stuffy as we are. I almost got something going last year with our lawyer but he got so tedious about how his wife must never find out that I gave up on him before anything got started. He was a handsome stud though.” She sighed. “Did hubby know about this?” I inquired.“No. I probably would have told him if there had been anything to tell. He’s fair minded and owes me one. Maybe next time.” “Next time?” I asked. “I can dream can’t I?” she replied. She paused a moment and turned toward me. “Tell me, have you ever had an extracurricular fling - or thought about it?” “No to the first, yes to the second” I confessed. “Not that I’m sex starved. Ted is as good in bed as my boyfriend ever was - better even. It’s just that some days I feel so out of touch with the rest of the world I’d screw anyone who’d talk to me.” “But you haven’t done that?” “No. I tell myself I’ve been too busy but I think it’s just that no one has bothered to talk to me.” Blanche thought for a moment. “Yes, I hear what you’re saying. I feel that at times too. Maybe we’re all longing to open up our lives and let friends happen but as women, opening our lives means opening our legs and everyone is raised to believe that married ladies just do not do that. Now I love being married. I love being married to Lars and there is no one I would sooner be married to but I cringe at the thought of being a ‘married lady’. Wow, sometimes a strange man will smile at me on the street and I could just take him to bed, screw him silly and walk away without bothering to find out his name - just so I could register my existence as someone with someone.” Then, the devil must have prompted me. “I’ll have to introduce you to my Ted.” I looked directly at her generous bosom. “He’s a knock-over for a beautiful set of tits and those of yours would certainly register with him.” Blanche laughed. “I forgot to mention; I’ve already met him - last week at the PTA meeting. You weren’t there and I just happened to find myself seated beside him. Good thing for you that Lars came by to pick me up; we were getting pretty chummy by the end of the evening.” It was my turn to laugh. “ ‘Forgot to mention’? ‘Just happened’? He never mentioned it either. It might bolster your ego to know he came home from that meeting as horny as a goat. He got me to bed early and really gave me the royal treatment. I suppose I should thank you.” Blanche grinned and turned her attention to the soccer game. “And what type of man do you meet in your daydreams?” She asked when the final whistle blew. “No particular type” I welcomed the change in subject. “That golden haired referee would qualify though. Any man who can keep up running with those kids for a straight hour must have stamina.” Blanche stood up and waved me to follow her. “Come on, I’ll introduce you. That’s Lars, my husband.” Lars turned out to be not nearly as tall as he’d appeared out on a field full of nine-year-olds. He was only about three inches taller than I but his broad frame supported a good forty pounds more than my slender bones. Muscular forearms extending from his short sleeved jersey were covered with soft golden down right to the wrists. I caught myself wondering how much ...He took my offered hand and held it longer than necessary as he looked into my eyes. “I noticed you talking to Blanche and was hoping she would bring you over.” “I’m Tim’s mother” I stammered. “Yes, - Tim.” He released my hand as my son came running up. He’s good - be a striker next year, eh Timmy?” As he herded the youngsters over to where their gear bags were stacked, Blanche moved up beside me. “So what now? Do we call Ted and all go out for dinner or do we just plan a weekend in Vegas?” I shook my head. “Let’s not rush things. I was sort of looking forward to a seduction. Let’s keep it secret from Ted that we even know each other; at least until he’s had those beautiful hooters of yours all to himself at least once.” Blanche placed her hand lightly on mine. “I do believe you’re more interested in pleasing that man of yours than yourself. That’s OK but you give your best to Lars too or I’ll not forgive you.” Our next few meetings were devoted to conspiracy so it was not completely coincidence that I dropped into Shari’s on Wednesday just when Lars was alone at the front of the line. It was pure fate, however, that I arrived just as the hostess announced ‘table for two?’. Lars was about to step back to let the couple behind him take it when I trotted up and took his elbow. “Sorry I’m late” I panted. After we were seated, he grinned at me. “Have you been stalking me?” “Please, leave me a little pride” I countered with a big smile. “Let’s just say I’m quick to take advantage of unexpected opportunities. I saved myself a twenty minute wait.” “That was quick thinking.” Lars admitted. “But I prefer my theory.- I do like your attitude on unexpected opportunities though.” He added innocently. I sat back and gave him my Mona Lisa smile. Our luncheon conversation was mostly small talk but after splitting the bill, we left the restaurant with an unspoken understanding that we were destined to become much better acquainted. The following day I went again to Shari’s. It was more a yearning wish than an expectation that he would be there - but he was; parked near the entrance. He opened the car door to get my attention so I walked around to the passenger side and got in. Without a word he started the car and drove directly to the Idylwild motel. No time was wasted on false modesty. I undid the buttons of his shirt as he eased my skirt over my hips. My blouse joined his shirt on the floor and I stood back to marvel at the riot of tight golden curls covering his chest. My attention moved down to a thicker forest extending up toward his belly and the formidable rigid form extruding through it. Even more impressive was the large bag hanging down from the base of the sturdy erection. I was reminded of my grandfather’s bull. I just had to sink to my knees and take it in my hands as I placed a kiss on the rosy mushroom on the end of it. My lips parted and I let my tongue slide down the bottom of the thick rod as I took in the whole knob and an inch of the shaft. So much for foreplay. He lifted me up and carried me to the bed where I joyfully separated my thighs to accept him. What a glorious sense of freedom came over me as I welcomed the invasion of my inner self. I am again my own person. I do not have to do this. It is my choice, my wish. Eagerly I met each thrust with a counter; sometimes challenging, sometimes evading. With full abandon I rejoiced in being a woman - a woman with a man. I did not strive for orgasm but it came suddenly, unexpectedly; not the sweet flowing expression of deep hunger satisfied that Ted brings me to but an unaccustomed series of short pulsing contractions that shook my whole being and made my ears ring. A look of surprise appeared on Lars’ face as his body reflexively responded with its own fierce celebration. In the fever of the moment I lived a short moment in the future as the buxom Blanche with the big bosom pressed down by Ted’s broad chest and his familiar tool stirring the commotion in my belly.The hallucination faded to the reality of a lover’s cock inside me, swimming in a sea of its own making. A wave of contentment washed over me and I smiled to myself. This is good. Collapsing beside me, Lars leaned over and kissed my belly as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped my swollen pussy. “Whew!” He panted. “I’d almost forgotten how much pure fun there is in a little friendly sex.” I laid a hand over his and pressed it firmly against my feverish labia. “Well, that’s here now to remind you if you ever get forgetful again.” “I’ll keep that in mind” he said. He raised his head and ran his tongue around each of my nipples in turn. “Not the mouthful you’re accustomed to” I said ruefully. “The beauty is in the difference” he responded. “If all women were identical, men would die of frustration. You and Blanche complement each other. That’s what make such lucky dogs of me and your husband.” I tensed with surprise. “What do you mean?” “Oh come now” He chided. “I wouldn’t be here now if I wasn’t reasonably sure of the game you two are playing. I’ve watched you chatting it up every Saturday afternoon and afterward Blanche always comes home in heat so I assume you’re not just trading pancake recipes.” I actually giggled. “And neither of you is the type to outright cheat” he continued,“So I imagine things are set to all even out.” “Well smarty, your analysis is pretty darn accurate so just consider me a gift from Blanche” I quipped. “I just didn’t expect to be unwrapped so quickly.” “And the tits are your gift to your man” he smirked. “You’ve been talking to Ted?” "I have never met Ted - that’s the first time I’ve heard his name - but I’ve been lusting after you and building a fantasy situation which has just turned out to be reality.” “As long as you remember today was planned by me and Blanch, not you, you’re excused. Just don’t get upset when you find out about Blanche entertaining a strange cock too” I said. “That’s fair enough" he agreed. I squirmed down to place another kiss on that rosy knob. Surprisingly, it was still quite large although the rest of the assembly was a limp bit of flab. Ted’s shrinks down to practically nothing after he’s come. I took the whole thing in my mouth and moved my hips around to where Lars’ lips and tongue could caress my tingling puss. We lay quietly for a while, just softly mouthing each other. “We really were planning a more extended campaign” I broke the silence, “savoring the anticipation, flirting and teasing you with, coy suggestions, but things happened faster than I expected.” “You might have chickened out if I hadn’t rushed it.” “That’s a possibility but now I have to build a fire under Blanche without letting on I’ve already sampled her husband.” “OK,” h chuckled, “I’ll leave it to you to decide when and if to inform her.” “I think I’ll wait and let her believe she scored first.” I moved my hand onto his limp member, almost licked clean of our combined juices. “And now I have a thought for you. Picture this:”, I kissed the sensitive spot just below the head. “Ted’s is not as thick as this one - or rather, as this one was before you so recently ravaged this poor maiden with it. His is, however, considerably longer and does not have the upward bend to it. The head is nice and rosy like yours but it’s slimmer, more a continuation of the shaft than the pronounced bulb you possess. Incidentally, I like that bulb - I like the way it announces itself to my interior.” I felt the item of discussion begin to grow in my grasp. I gave it a squeeze and ran my fingers up the under side. “But now I want you to visualize Blanche’s thighs - the soft inner surfaces as they separate to disclose that patch of auburn hair framing but not quite hiding the luscious warm lips and the rolled padding of the arch”. Lars was definitely responding. I could no longer close my fingers around him. “And now visualize this: between those tender thighs - Blanche’s thighs - that long slim snake of Ted’s is slyly sneaking up, approaching the warm haven. It cautiously parts the shining bush with its rosy tip, separates the lush lips, slides up and back over the moistening mound and then boldly...” The object in my hand jumped to attention so I threw my leg over, rose up on my knees as I forced the rigid rod to vertical and inserted that bulbous tip into myself. “Aahh!!” I breathed as I impaled myself on the magic wand. A third time, that afternoon, we coupled, as the saying goes, and again that night I made real love with my husband, enjoying it the more for knowing that it was my choice to do so, that it was neither my duty nor my only option. I belong completely to no one but myself so I give completely. The next day, Friday, I spent the afternoon on the phone with Blanche. “Now don’t you go wearing yourself out tonight.” I concluded. “I want you to be in top form tomorrow.” Ted made an attempt at romance that evening but I pleaded fatigue - something I rarely do. In the morning I told him that I had promised Timmy I would take him and his friend to a movie after the soccer game and that the boy’s mother would be by later to pick him up. “Be sure you’re here because she may come early. The movie was an afterthought and I haven’t been able to get in touch with her to tell her we’ll be late. We should be home by six.” After the game, Lars and I took the two boys to The Lion King and sat in the row behind them. We held hands and shared thoughts of Thursday afternoon. Lars tried to slip a hand up my thigh but when I dropped my hand onto the bulge behind his zipper, he pulled it away. “You’ll have me leaving here with a big damp spot on the front of my pants.” he whispered. “Then behave yourself” I whispered back and stuck my tongue in his ear. After the show, I told Lars that I would keep Orville with me as Blanche was coming by our place to pick him up. “She knew I was refereeing today. I could have brought him home.” I didn’t say anything. He looked at me for a moment. “Oh” he understood. When I got home, Ted and Blanche were seated in the patio with a pitcher of martinis and an extra glass for me. Ted kissed me hello and nonchalantly turned to pour my drink but Blanche slipped me a sly wink and pressed her knees together most suggestively. Ted was rather quiet throughout dinner but after we put Timmy to bed, he sat down on the sofa beside me. “Honey, I have a slight confession.” “Really?” I snorted. “The man spends the afternoon rolling on the most gorgeous set of tits this side of the Mississippi and he has a ‘slight confession’ to make. Honey, she didn’t tell you? Those beautiful tits were my Christmas present to you. I thought you’d prefer them to a new set of golf clubs.” “That’s right. I already have a perfectly good set of clubs.” He pulled me to him and gave me a big juicy kiss. “You’re a very thoughtful wife.” He thought a moment and then added, “I imagine Blanche is also a very thoughtful wife.”
  6. Now see here my good man; any more of this unwarranted familiarity and the fuck's off.
  7. It’s an interesting coincidence that this thread should show up at this time. Just last week, out of the blue, my son told me that he’d had a friend over for the evening recently and they’d both wound up screwing his (my son’s) wife. I couldn’t tell if he was just trying to shock me so I told him he’d better not tell his father about this: - that he is a bit of a prude about such goings on and wouldn’t dream of my screwing another man who didn’t bring his wife to the party.
  8. Jessie B

    FMF or MFM?

    Jeannie, my dear wife, is a practical woman. If she prefers Alaska to Montana for our next vacation, she’ll say so rather than leave travel folders where I’ll find them. So when she informed me that she and her best friend, Laura, had been reassessing their sex lives now that the kids are all off to college, I put down my book and paid attention. “Not that either of us has any complaints about the present state,” She explained, “but Laura and I have been discussing the idea of increasing the intimacy of our present friendships.” “Like more hugging and kissy-face?” I asked. Jeannie gave me a withering glare. “Now don’t act the innocent with me, sonny. I was watching your left hand when you kissed Laura good night last Sunday - we’ve all gone about as far a possible in that direction. I’m talking screwing here and don’t tell me you’re not aching to get your chest up against those beautiful boobs.” I felt a stirring in my groin at the thought of those beautiful boobs and grinned at my wife. My thoughts shifted to the locker room at the tennis club and the sight of Malcolm’s impressive whang dangling a good inch longer that any of the others. I visioned it poised for action with Jeannie raising her knees and separating her slim thighs to accept it. Damn, she deserves an experience like that. The thought brought my old peter to fully erect. Jeannie sat down beside me on the sofa and placed her dainty hand on my crotch. “Got your attention, haven’t I?” “So what have you two sex fiends in mind?” I asked. “You’ll find out when our plans are complete - maybe nothing. At this stage we’re just trying to discover you’re thoughts on the subject and I think you’ve answered that.” She gave my peter a squeeze and handed me back my book. A week passed with no further mention of the matter, then Wednesday, when I arrived home at the usual six o’clock, Jeannie met me at the door wearing a negligee. There’s nothing unusual about that; she often greets me wearing negligee - or a teddy - or sometimes nothing at all. It’s her way of saying she’s feeling horny and expects to get laid before the evening’s over. I was in the mood for that and gave her a big kiss with both hands on her sweet little ass. She evaded further groping and led me into the den where she seated me at the small candle-lit table and poured me a glass of chilled Chardonnay. She then departed toward the kitchen to get the supper. A moment later she returned with a platter of mixed seafood and right behind her was Laura Macdonald, also clothed in a filmy negligee, with a bowl of fruit salad. The two girls knelt, one on each side of me, and fed me my supper with tiny silver forks, a nibble at a time. Both the girls robes were loosely draped so with each morsel I also received a tantalizing view of feminine pulchritude; - a firm titty of Jeannie’s or one of Laura’s lush boobs - sometimes full cleavage. I tasted hardly a bite of the food. After about five minutes of such delightful torture the two girls took my hands and led me, not protesting too loudly, to our bedroom. Jeannie put her arms around me from behind and began unbuttoning my shirt while Laura stood in front and undid my belt , button and fly. As my trousers slid to the floor, she knelt and stripped down my undershorts, allowing my fully developed rod to pop out directly in front of her face. She grinned and glanced up at me as she took it into her mouth and ran her tongue down the underneath. I ran a full page of batting averages through my head to keep from coming right there. Jeannie eased my shirt off my shoulders and roughly pushed me backward onto the bed. Laura edged her aside and straddled me. I was amazed at the fullness of the lips of her coozy as she positioned the head of my dong between them. She closed her eyes, threw back her head and opened her mouth to emit a sigh of satisfaction a she slid down to groin to groin contact. Her gorgeous full bosom stood out firmly above me but when I attempted to raise up to taste it, she forced me back down and began to ride me wildly. After less than a minute, she paused and had a mild orgasm; which surprised me. Jeannie comes like gangbusters at that point in the action. As Laura relaxed, I rolled her sideways to get on top. Jeannie had a hand under my ass to help and moved down to massage the base of my tool as I began humping. She knows that makes me come double. I couldn’t take it; my overstimulated tool began to spasm. Laura sensed it and responded with another orgasm - much stronger this time. I couldn’t hold back; - I let it all go while Laura made happy noises and kept on bumping until I deflated and eventually slipped out. Jeannie had her arms around both of us. “My turn now.” She said brightly as she took my flabby nubbin in her hand. I stared at her with amazement. What in hell is she talking about? She knows I’m no use for the next half hour. “See,” she said sadly to Laura, “he has even less stamina than Malcolm had Monday.” Monday? What’s this about Monday? Then I remembered; Monday I had a long test to conduct and Jeannie had not expected me home until late. So she and Laura had already got to Malcolm? I felt a surge of excitement - Jeannie with a strange cock inside her? She turned to me in a somewhat condescending tone. “You see, darling, Laura and I have been doing a little research and have concluded that this whole sex picture has been muddled by a general misunderstanding that good sex consists of one male and one female. Some people even go so far as to think that one male and two females, like here today, would be good although sad experience continually demonstrates that the female of the species is just getting nicely started when the male finishes. “Take today.” She continued. “Here’s Laura, freshly fucked to a preliminary orgasm and with a refreshing charge of male cum in her pussy. She’s all primed for a nice leisurely lay leading up to a screaming finale but the required tool has already been reduced to a useless bit of flab - and furthermore, when do I get mine? No, this FMF just doesn’t compute.” “Now don’t be too hard on the poor boy.” Laura interrupted. “He’s performed well up to now and I’m sure he’ll be recovered in about twenty minutes - Malcolm usually is - as you have found out - but that delay is such a drag, isn’t it? A long wait for me and nothing but frustration for you because when Jack recovers his erection he’s going to have to complete the job on me or I’ll go crazy. What we need is two or three more men in this picture.” “OK girls -” I interrupted, “I get your point - it’s a good point but you’re going to give me a terrible complex if you keep on it. I can only guess what this is all leading up to.” Jeannie glanced toward Laura. “I told you he can be smart at times.” She kissed me on the nose. “Yes, dear. We’ve decided that we’d like to eliminate that delay between the entree and the main event: so Friday - forty eight ours from now - you and Malcolm are going to take Laura and me out to an expensive dinner but you’ll both be accompanying only one of us home for the night.” “I suppose you haven’t yet tossed the coin for which one of you gets to sleep alone.” I ventured. “Not important. Next week it will be the other one.” Jeannie laughed. An impish glint appeared in her eye. “And who says she’ll be sleeping alone?” So Friday, will I again feel the voluptuous folds of Laura’s full bosom against my chest while Malcolm stands by to take over when I’m milked dry. Or will it be a tool other than mine - that impressively large cock of Malcolm’s - invading the tight little pussy of my darling wife while I stand by ready to play second diddle? With an arm around each of the intensely desirable women, I felt the beginning of a stirring in my groin. Never mind Friday, I might not survive tonight.
  9. Halloween - Ted and I did something we’ve been considering for some time but not got around to doing - we went to the local swinger’s club. We’ve been on the mailing list of the Swing Time Dance club since we moved here - an inheritance from the previous owners. At first we assumed it to be a dance club for people who enjoy the music of the forties and fifties but a check of the given web page established that it does indeed provide ‘an intimate social environment for free-thinking people’. The establishment billed itself as being ‘off premises’ and Ted had to explain that to me. Anyway, last Saturday, Halloween, when the last of the trick-or-treaters had been sent on their way with the last of our chocolate bars, Ted checked the email for late messages and came up with a page inviting us to a special late night Halloween party. “Come on down to the annual convention of witches, goblins, dragons, virgins and other mythical creatures. Be here at midnight to win prizes for best costumes.” Ted, with his hair parted in the middle and slicked down, was still wearing his false fangs and black cape. He looked at me and I grinned back - “Why not?” In my black cat tights with painted on whiskers and false ears I felt the confidence of camouflage as we entered the large old residence just outside city limits. The proprietor, a jolly gnome who gave his name as Frisk, nodded his approval when Ted presented his driver’s licence and smiled broadly at the three tens Ted tossed into the glass bowl. He led us to the main room where a quartet of trumpet, trombone, clarinet and sax were doing a questionable rendition of ‘Chatanooga Choo-choo’. There was a postage stamp dance floor where two couples were performing an energetic jitterbug and the rest of the floor was covered with bean bag loungers, most of whom were occupied by couples, mostly in some kind of costume - or lack thereof - who seemed to be enjoying themselves. As we entered, the orchestra concluded the number and received a smattering of applause followed by louder applause when the bandleader announced they would take a break. Two of the couples looked up at us and one of the men reached out to pull up an empty bean bag. The woman with him waved us down to join them so Ted and I settled in. The woman nearer me introduced herself as Sarah. “And that’s Debbie.” She gestured toward the other beanbag. “The two fellows are Paul and Martin but Debbie and I are such good friends we often forget which is whose husband. “Tonight it doesn’t matter.” She babbled on. “I’ll probably lay both of them before morning. We don’t come here often but when we do, we come as a foursome so if we don’t risk becoming wallflowers.” “Good plan.” I conceded. “And thanks for inviting us to join you.” “You’re quite welcome - and don’t feel bashful about moving on if you make a contact.” Sarah leered at Ted. “Which I hope you don’t.” She clapped her hands. “It’s not proper etiquette to remain too long with one partner while here. All men shift one right.” She commanded. The three men stood up dutifully and Ted sat down with Debbie while Paul dropped in beside Sarah and Martin settled in with me on my beanbag. I was at a loss about what was expected of me but Martin quickly calmed my fears. “No obligation.” He said quietly. “Sarah talks slutty but beneath that buxom bosom beats the heart of a proper Presbyterian housewife. Same with Debbie but about once a month the four of us get together and sort of forget just who’s married to whom. Mostly we come here for a couple of hours of pretending we’re wild swingers and then go home all fired up for a nice friendly swap, all happy and excited with the knowledge that we’re going to get laid before the night’s over. You needn’t feel committed to stick with us." “Of course,” He added slyly, “We haven’t run into any couples as delightfully attractive as you and Ted - and from the way Debbie is snuggling up to your partner, I’d say nobody will be put out if you do stay.” I looked over to see Debbie cuddling up to Ted who was laughing and already had a hand on her right boob while Sarah and Paul were looking on with amused smiles. I suddenly felt very comfortable with Martin. “Well then,” I smiled, “Our pretense to being a bunch of wild swingers is not all that convincing. We can do better.” Martin draped an arm over my shoulder and I pressed my left breast against him as I nibbled on his right ear. His right hand crept around to cradle my right tit.. The combo returned to play some slightly less frantic pieces but the din was still too loud to permit much conversation so for the next ten minutes we just necked and petted like - well maybe more than like when I was a teenager. By the time for the next music break, I’d had my fingers inside Martin’s fly but be had not yet discovered how to get inside my body-sock cat costume. “Excuse us.” I looked up to see a young couple - considerably younger than anyone else in the place. He was a well built young man with arms and shoulders of an athlete or weight lifter while she was a slightly overweight blonde with a cheerful face and a bouncy bosom. I could imagine them fucking up a storm in the back seat of a Toyota but they seemed somehow out of place in a swinger’s club. “This is Jerry and I’m Gerri - with a G. We’re new here.” The girl announced cheerfully, “And we feel sort of out on a limb by ourselves. Could we possibly join you - at least until we make a connection?” “Of course.” Sarah took over and made the introductions. “It’s time for a switch anyway: come on fellows, one place to the right.” She pulled another beanbag in between hers and mine and waved Gerri into it so when the men shifted, mine was the one open for Jerry. “I noticed you were getting along very well with Martin.”He said apologetically. “I don’t want to intrude.” “Nonsense.” I laughed. “It’s like a square dance. Sarah’s the caller. A dance is where you find out whom you’d like to screw with - but you don’t screw here. That’s why it’s called ‘off premises’.” My goodness, I didn’t know that just last week and now I’m acting the counselor. “But if you didn’t know that, what are you doing here? You should be home screwing the so screwable Gerri.' Jerry grinned self-consciously. “Right - and I probably will be before sunup. Coming here was her idea.” He went on to explain that he and Gerri had been living together for three years and enjoying a very satisfying sex life but when he’d suggested they get married, she’d expressed reservations. She had bad vibes from a breakup of her family when momma had caught pappa spending a lunch hour with her cousin Emily. “So she doesn’t want you to make her promises that might frustrate you at some future date?” I suggested. “ Gerri had been tuned into our conversation. She leaned over from the neighboring beanbag. “Plus I don’t want to make promises that could contribute to my frustrations. I love screwing lummox there but there are many beautiful people in this world I’d like to register with. - If I could only be sure that he could accept that, I’d marry him.” “So you’re here tonight looking for a test case?” I suggested and turned to Jerry. “Do you think you could stand seeing another man screw her?” He mulled over his answer for over half a minute. “To be truthful, for some perverted reason, I’d enjoy watching her screw another man.” “That’s a very common perversion.” I informed him. “You want others to have a taste of the premium woman you have - and be jealous of you.” “That’s an oversimplification.” He mused. “But there is a grain of truth there.” Our noisy little orchestra returned and began setting up. “I don’t know if I can take much more of this.” Ted spoke up. “I turned on the spa heater before leaving home and it should be good and hot by now. Anyone interested?” Paul and Martin stood up immediately while Jerry gave a questioning look toward Gerri. She grinned and stood up too. In the parking lot, Sarah got into Ted’s two-seater so I could ride with Debbie, Paul and Martin to guide in case we got separated while Jerry and Jerri followed in their VW. When we arrived at our house, the girls were suitably impressed by the hot tub in the atrium. Debbie calmly turned her back to Jerry and asked him to unzip her dress while Sarah asked Ted to show how to turn on the bubbles. She then nonchalantly stripped off her clothing and stepped in. I must admit that for an older woman she had a truly impressive body - a trifle thick in the waist but not an ounce of flab, large self-supporting boobs and a full bush of pubic hair. Before sitting down, she held out her hand to Ted in invitation to join her. It took him three second to strip and step in. Debbie and Jerry were right behind. “We can’t get eight in there.” Gerri turned to me. “Why don’t you show me the rest of your lovely house.” “We might get ate in there.” Quipped Martin. “But we’d sooner stick with you. Can we come too.” I showed them the two guest bedrooms and then led them upstairs to the master suite. “Give me a minute to change out of this crazy cat costume.” I said. “I’ll be right back.” I went on into the dressing room and gratefully stripped off the clinging body-sock before turning to the wash basin to wash off the painted cat whiskers. As I reached for a towel, I glimpsed in the mirror to see Paul standing naked behind me. I smiled at him and he placed his hands on my hips. I stood up and wiggled my butt against his erection as he slipped his hands forward and up to cradle my breasts. We stood quietly for a full minute gently moving against each other and then I bent over the wash basin and he entered me from behind. After several minutes of delicious long slow strokes I flipped him out. “That was delightful but these tiles are a little cold.” I told him. “Let’s try the bed.” We went back to the bedroom to find Gerri straddling Martin and riding him wildly. She didn’t interrupt the gymnastics but gave us a big grin and pointed down to the bed beside them inviting us to join them. Paul picked me up and tossed me down beside Martin where I lay back and spread my legs. Paul laughed and jumped right in. He was good - damn good. Several times he brought me to the edge with just long slow strokes and then paused to let the tension subside. Finally I grabbed both cheeks of his ass and pulled him in hard. “Stop teasing me, damn you. I’m ready to explode - I want to feel you come to me.” I squirmed and bucked until I felt hm swell and as he began to spasm as I let loose all the built up frustration. Gerri had finished off Martin earlier. She slipped a hand between me and Paul to feel the tremors in my belly. “I’ve never watched a woman climax before.” She said with a touch of envy. “You were impressive.” I pushed Paul off to the other side and drowsed off with Gerri’s hand still on my tummy. Later in the night I awakened to feel gentle fingers on my pussy. “Want to change partners?” Gerri whispered. I wiggled toward the center of the bed and she rolled over me, pausing for a moment on top with her ample breasts against mine. I’d never before been aroused by a female body but it did feel good. Our change-places maneuver completed with our bosoms still touching and each with an arm over the other and we dozed off again. Some time later I was again awakened by stealthy probing. Martin had his dong between my legs from behind and was slyly searching for my point of entry I lay quietly pretending to be asleep until he found the target and slid in before I reached down between my legs to caress his balls. I opened my eyes to see Gerri’s grinning face. Paul was already inside her from behind and she was breathing in sync with his slow steady stroking. She moved her hand to my cheek and kissed me on the mouth. I didn’t object. I had no urge to climax but Martin’s slow steady stroking was extremely soothing and when finally he swelled and began pumping his moistures into me I leaned forward and again kissed Gerri. At sunrise I showered and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and pancakes for the eight of us. Jerry was all apologies for not having spent some time with the hostess - me. “I so hoped for a chance to get to know you.” He grumbled. “And now those two insatiable women have screwed me to where I have nothing left to offer you.” “No problem.” I assured him. “You and Gerri stick around when the others leave. We have all day and another night. - And I have a feeling that will be just the beginning of a wonderful friendship.” Jessie B. in Oregon mail to: jackduncan52@hotmail.com
  10. I may have given the impression that prior to our recent ventures into swinging, I’ve been a goody-goody. That is somewhat true but, like most of the goody-goodies of this world, I’ve had my lapses. I’m willing to forget most of my forgetable prenuptial escapades, but I had been married to Ted little more than two years when - - - but that was a long time ago and I’ve never written it up or told anyone about it - until now. If you’re really interested :- The summer my husband, Ted, received his commission as second lieutenant, he was stationed to a training center in Eastern Ontario. We were assigned ‘married quarters’ in one half of a ‘temporary’ two-unit tar paper shack that could have been built during WW1. The collection of young couples occupying the other units were a pleasant and friendly group and the summer we spent there remains a fond memory. Every weekend there would be a dance in the officer’s mess and even with the many girls from town who were invited by the unmarried officers, there was always a preponderance of males present to keep our husbands on alert for raiders and we girls were well aware of the powers we held. The other half of our building was occupied by an outgoing couple, Alice and Iain Macdonald who came from B.C. The bedrooms of the two units were separated by a wall of thin cardboard and both Alice and I soon realized that a normal sex life would be possible only if we resigned ourselves to accepting that there was no possible way for us to expect complete privacy. Once we agreed to just pretend the walls were soundproof, we both found that our proximity actually added a little zest to lovemaking with our husbands. Alice would come around for midmorning coffee and we’d critique each other’s midnight activities with much hilarity. After one particularly noisy night I asked her; “What on earth were you two up to last night? I almost called the MPs to come settle a domestic dispute.” “Oh, Iain attempted to introduce me to oral sex.” I was shocked. “He didn’t! I heard you call him a pervert. That seemed to calm him down for a while.” “What actually happened then,” Alice blushed. “Was Iain stuck his face between my legs and the next thing I knew I was in the midst of an all-time greatest orgasm. Have you ever tried that?” “My good Presbyterian mother would die of shock to know I’ve even listened to talk about it.” I replied. “You actually did that?” “You can bet I did. I marked the day on my calendar.” She replied emphatically. “And tune in again tonight when I return the favor to Iain.” It took me a week to work up the courage to try it with Ted but it’s been a part of my diet ever since. In some ways my husband Ted is a bit of a prude but sometimes he manages to shock me. For the first anniversary of our wedding, he gave me a pair of solid gold ear rings. To the glance they appear to be miniature candlesticks but a closer look reveals them to be male erections rising from two balls. They’re elegantly done but I have yet to wear them in public. On our second anniversary he brought home a long blue box and I was horrified on opening it to find a life size replica of Ted’s own equipment. It was made of some pliable plastic material with a wire core so it was semi rigid but could be bent and retain the shape. It seems that the quartermaster sergeant had a thriving business on the side handcrafting these devices. Ted began to describe how he’d had to get an erection, encase it in plaster, etc. but I wasn’t interested. “These things are designed to provide solace to the soldier’s wife while her husband is off fighting his country’s wars.” Ted explained. “Well, this soldier’s wife will not long be satisfied with such a pale imitation while there is such a surplus of the real thing so you’d better pray for peace.” I retorted. I was still slightly miffed with Ted when we retired to the bedroom later in the evening so I took the long box with me and when I got into bed I pushed Ted aside and placed the rubber dick between my thighs. At first I had a little trouble getting the device between the lips of my puss but a good serving of KY jell made things easier. “Here, let me give a hand here.” Ted volunteered and set things to the proper angle. I had to laugh at the ridiculous scene but let him slide it home. The darn gadget did not have the resiliency and give of the real thing so it felt to be uncomfortably larger. “Easy there.” I cried. “That thing doesn’t compress and then expand again like your sausage does as it passes through the tight spot.” Ted slid it out and in a few times but finally I gave up. “That might substitute when you’re off fighting but as there’s no particular war on right now why don’t you put it back in its box and give me some of the real McCoy. The real McCoy sure felt much better. Next morning, Alice was over early. “What on earth were you two up to last night? You’ll have to learn to speak a little louder.” I laughed and led her to the bedroom to show her the plastic and rubber monstrosity. She was fascinated. “So this is Ted. He’s not quite as big around as my husband but he’s definitely longer; a good inch I’d say. I have to get Iain to have one of these made.” She lay back on the bed and before I could say a word, had inserted the tip of the device into her puss and slid it neatly home. “Hey,” I protested, “That’s my husband you’re screwing.” She looked up at me and grinned. “Tell him thanks from me when he gets home.” She lay there for several minutes just working the dildo in and out. Her mind was elsewhere and I could believe it was actually Ted whom her imagination had probing the depths of her pussy but I was surprised to discover that the thought didn’t bother me. I sat down beside her and slipped a hand down over her tummy to get a finger on her clit and help things along. She smiled lazily up at me, closed her eyes and began rotating her hips. After a few minutes, her lips pursed and I could sense she was having a mild orgasm - not a belly buster, just a relaxing melt-down. She opened her eyes and smiled. “Damn, I’m going to have to get me one of these.” When Ted arrived home I had the plastic phallus on the kitchen table. “You might be pleased to know that you screwed Alice today.” “That’s nice.” He replied. “Did I enjoy it?” “Alice did.” I laughed. “I’m to tell you to introduce Iain to the N.C.O. who makes those fake dicks. She wants one of her own husband.” “So she can repay the favor you presented her today?” he suggested. I hadn’t thought of that. Ted picked up the device from the kitchen table and returned it to the bedroom. “Well, Alice is OK but don’t go too public with that thing. I’m a bit fussy about whom I screw.” Two weeks later when Alice dropped in for coffee she brought with her new dildo with her. I was mesmerized by the sight of it and couldn’t bring myself to touch it but eventually Alice convinced me that I owed her the thrill of seeing it entering my puss. “I think you’re the pervert, not Iain” I chided her but led her into the bedroom. As Alice had said, the thing was larger around than Ted’s but surprisingly it went into me easier. It was a bit softer and more pliant. “I had Iain’s cock in me today.” I informed Ted when he got home that night. “Ugly big thing isn’t it?” He laughed. “He showed it to me when the sergeant delivered it. I suppose that evens us up for the time mine got into Alice.” Many bawdy remarks of the same vein were tossed around in the next few weeks. One balmy Friday evening in early September we walked slowly home from the O club dance and when we arrived at our quarters, we stopped outside the twin doors and formed a square for the usual good night group hug. Alice slipped her hand down her husband’s pants and made some remark about just checking to see if it was ready for what she had in mind as she was feeling horny and wasn’t about to settle for the plastic copy. I made some equally inane comment and somehow conversation came to a halt. Ted kissed me lightly on the nose. “Look, honey, those plastic dicks started off as a joke but they seem to have reached the level of fetish so before they become obsession, why don’t you just take Iain in there and screw his ugly head off?” “Yes, darling,” Alice chimed in. “Why don’t you show her what a pale imitation of the real thing that plastic toy is.” She gave Iain a shove toward me and pulled Ted through her door. I looked at Iain in a moment’s confusion and then laughed and held out a hand to him. In my bedroom, Iain meticulously folded and stowed his uniform before turning his nakedness toward me. I felt thoroughly acquainted with his male equipment but dropped my hand to feel the texture - far superior to that of the copy. Iain grinned and lifted me off my feet to hold me against his warm body as his big dong slid between my legs to press its full length along the lips of my moist coozy. I hoisted my knees over his hips as we fell toward the bed where he humped back and then drove firmly into me. I can’t fully explain the wonderful feeling of release I experienced that first time I took a man into me for no reason other than he was my friend, I liked him and it was my choice to do so - - it felt good. My person - my body - belongs to me and it will never be altogether otherwise. Alice’s happy laughter filtered through the pressed cardboard walls. “How are you two doing in there?” Saturday night I made love with my own husband in Alice’s bed and Sunday, again in Alice’s bed, I twice more screwed Alice’s husband. Such became the pattern for our weekends throughout the fall and early winter.. A week before Christmas Iain was posted to Germany. We rented a suite in the Royal York for a going away party - with a big king size bed. Before leaving, Alice brought over the Iain dildo which I accepted in exchange for the synthetic Ted and then stored far back in our only clothes closet. Ted and I also stored our extracurricular activities far back in the closet and for the next fourteen years spent our time raising a family. It wasn’t until the day I voiced my resurgent frustrations to my neighbor Jeannie and she introduced us to her small circle of swinging friends that I again ventured out of the chastity belt. Jessie B in OREGON mail to: jackduncan52@hotmail.com
  11. Jessie B

    Like Old Times

    Helen Friden had been my closest buddy all through high school. Heavens, that’s almost twenty years ago now, isn’t it? We still exchange Christmas cards but for the past few years, that’s pretty well the full extent of our correspondence. I do occasionally think of her and of the good times we had in those formative years so when I got her letter saying that she and her husband were coming west on vacation, I eagerly invited her to spend a few days with us. It was only after she had accepted and we’d arranged a date for the visit that I felt some misgivings. You see, Helen is married to Donald Campbell and Donny was the boy who had relieved me of my virginity in my junior year of high school. Of course Helen knew all about that. When you’re sixteen and have just lost your cherry, you have to tell someone and that’s what best friends are for. I’d lied outrageously about the raptures of womanhood and the undescribable pleasure of unbridled sex. The truth was somewhat less. By the time Donny got the condom unrolled down his nervous erection it was already oozing creamy fluid and as he forced it into my tight little pussy he completely lost control and it was all over in about three seconds. He did get it fully into me before erupting so I smugly assured myself I was no longer a virgin but I was mildly disappointed that it hadn’t hurt more and that there was no blood like in the lore I had been subjected to. I did feel like I had been irreparably stretched but was proud that I had taken it all in. Donny was all apologies but I assured him that he had given me as much as I could take for my first time. We tried again in about twenty minutes with no better results but of course I later reported to Helen that we had fucked steadily for almost a half hour and my poor puss was too tender to touch. Donny was so embarrassed about his performance that he never got up the courage to ask me to give it another try and we soon broke up. I told Helen it was because he couldn’t accept my attitude that I intended to screw many other men too. The truth is I didn’t get laid again until a year later when Brad Culver invited me to the senior prom and - but that’s another story. Helen got so worked up by my phony account of my session with Donald that she went after him as soon as I told her I was through with him. He must have done a better job on her because five years later they were still fucking merrily three times a week and decided to get married. Helen and Don arrived late Saturday afternoon. She had put on a few pounds since I’d last seen her but they were mostly in the right places while Donald had maintained most of the athletic figure he had been so proud of back in high school and a slight trace of gray at the temples added a suggestion of maturity. When I introduced them to Ted, Helen immediately put her arms around him and kissed him heartily. Ted gave her a hug and kept his arm around her. “So this is my darling wife’s best friend.” He grinned. “I’ve heard all about you.” He extended his free hand to Donald. “Jessie has mentioned you too.” Donald responded with a sheepish grin. When we had them unpacked and settled in the guest bedroom, Helen imperiously dismissed the men. “You two go get acquainted. I need a shower and then Jessie and I need some time for girlie talk about old times.” We showered together, lathering each up as we used to do when we were teenagers and she still shivered when I tweaked her nipples. We toweled down and sat buff naked on the queen size bed to chatter about our lives since we were last together. Helen eventually got down to the question. “And how much have you told Ted about Donald?” “Absolutely everything.” I replied with a grin. “He won’t be uncomfortable having him in the house?” “Of course not.” I assured her. “He’s seen through your reasons for this visit - give hubby a chance to relive his first lay. He thinks it’s a rather sweet idea.” “Oh.” Helen was surprised by my candid reply. “And what do you think?” “I think you’re not going to find it too difficult keeping Ted distracted while I’m screwing Donny boy. He was practically drooling over those gorgeous tits of yours.” I chuckled. Helen glanced down at her firm bosom and grinned. “Don’t know if you noticed but he’s already run an ‘accidental’ palm over them. - Just like old times isn’t it? You and I always have shared, haven’t we?” “Ever since it was just teddy bears.” I agreed. “Let’s go get ‘em.” We both put on blouse, skirt and high heels - nothing more - and breezed down to the patio where our two men were half way through the first jug of Margaritas. They had already started on a pizza they’d ordered out but I complained that it would soon be getting chilly outside and made Ted bring it into the den and put it on the coffee table. Helen and I sat cross legged on the floor and helped ourselves. Our short skirts made little secret of the fact that we wore no panties. The men settled on the couch and enjoyed the view. We girls chatted on about earlier days and pretended to ignore them. When the last of the pizza was gone I picked up the scraps and ordered Donald to bring the empty margarita pitcher to the kitchen for a refill. I took my time mixing a fresh batch but Donny just nervously paced the space between me and the stove behind me. Finally I simply turned around and grabbed him. I put my arms around him and gave him a big smooch. It took him a moment to get over the surprise but then, as I pressed my pelvis against him, he began an enthusiastic response. I slipped my tongue between his lips and my hand between us to stroke his rapidly developing erection. “We’d better get back to our spouses.” I said as I pushed him away, “Before they come looking for us and catch us screwing on the counter top.” He laughed but kept an arm around me as we walked back to the den where we found Helen and Ted necking up a storm on the sofa. Helen’s skirt was up around her waist and her hand was inside Ted’s fly. Donald’s mouth fell open so I put my arm around him. “You don’t think it was just a magnanimous gesture of your sweet little wifey, giving you this opportunity for a nostalgic dip in the old childhood playpool?” He began a sheepish grin so I continued. “When we were kids, Helen and I shared everything so it’s been eating on her for the past twenty years that I’ve screwed her husband but she hasn’t screwed mine so you shouldn’t be surprised she feels entitled to grab the chance to get even.” He started to laugh. “You and Helen set this up, didn’t you?” He continued to laugh as I practically dragged him down the hall to the bedroom. As my blouse and skirt fluttered to the floor, I had momentary fears that I was rushing things but by the time I turned around, Donald was standing on his pants and shirt with an impressive erection pointing right at me. He had me on the bed and was into me in one smooth move before I could say a word. I stifled a protest. Over the years there’s been just one less than a dozen different cocks in this pussy of mine but today’s is kind of special. It had been my first and I’d wanted to take it in slowly, to savor each delightful inch as it entered and spread the walls of my inner self - to rebuild a fantasy of my initiation to sex - but what the hell, it’s in there now - enjoy. I closed my eyes and gave myself to the pure pleasure of the long slow strokes. I sensed a disturbance to the bed and half opened my eyes to see that Ted and Helen had joined us. Helen was on top and she grinned down at me as she began riding the pony. Ted took about a minute of that before rolling her over on her back. I raised my legs to each side of Donald and stretched as if to touch the ceiling with my toes. That maneuver will always bring a grunt of appreciation from Ted - as it did now from Donald. Beside me on the bed, Helen began the quiet mewing sounds she used to utter back when we were two young girls masturbating each other to climax - 'unh - oo - unh - oooo'. The bed shook as she humped back against Ted’s thrusts. I smiled and remained relaxed. I’d long ago developed a preference to reserve my orgasms for the second round and keep my sensitivities fine tuned for that exhilarating first rush of male fluids into my belly. Donald was in no hurry but when his wife’s soft muttering turned to gasps and reached a crescendo of ‘yes - Yess - YESSSS’, I gave him a good pussy hug and he unloaded into me - heavenly!!. I reached beneath my pillow for the small towel I keep there and put it between my legs, my thoughts drifting momentarily to the three million little tadpoles swimming in the darkness of my abdomen - searching for the life denied them by my little pill. Donny lay exhausted beside me, his eyes wide open, calmly looking at my face. “Better than last time?” He smiled. “Very nice indeed.” I kissed him gently on the lips. “Perfect - you done real good, Donny boy. Now you get a little rest because the evening is just beginning.” Beside us, Ted was collapsed on top of Helen. She pushed him aside, rolled toward us and give her husband a brief kiss on the lips. I ducked my head down and kissed her left nipple. She shivered and giggled - just like in the old days. Jessie B. in Oregon mailto: jackduncan52@hotmail.com
  12. Full swap is just the top color of a spectrum of social activities which has existed since Lillith moved into Eve's neighborhood. All cultures develop their folk dances which are ritualistic expressions of suppressed desires for a temporary exchange of partners with his neighbor. The round robin good night hug after the church social raises more than just the warm spirit of good neighborliness. Violet is my favorite color but I can find time to enjoy other hues too. When Laura calls to invite Ted and me over to watch the Saturday afternoon game, I immediately start looking forward to half time when I'll be enjoying the sensation of Malcolm's magnificent tool stirring around inside me while Ted is satisfying his addiction to the feel of Laura's beautiful full boobs against his chest. At the other end of the spectrum, I enjoy dancing with Fred Strom at the club. He's a smooth partner and we can draw applause with our version of the tango and while we do raise each other's temperature, I have no intention of ever getting into bed with him. At present, we're at the soft swing stage with Karen and Mark, a couple whom we met at Ted's company picnic. I'm fairly certain that this will develop to a fine full relationship but we're not rushing it - getting there is half the fun.
  13. I don't believe that any of us would recommend swinging to a couple with serious marital problems. I for one run for the hills when scenting animosity. Just as ice cream has no powers to rejuvenate rotten meat and moldy potatoes, so is swinging no cure for a busted or even a shaky relationship. Both are, however, delicious deserts to round out firm and wholesome meals or marriages.
  14. Regrets for opportunities missed may outnumber regrets for opportunities grasped but 'tis better to pass up a dozen golden opportunities than to take one bad one. Ted's and my policy of no full sex on a first date has left us with a few regrets for missed opportunities but even they have mellowed into exciting fantasies of what might have been.
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