Chapter 7
Guy, part two. Soon after what he'd told me, he'd gotten married. But that hadn't ended his libidinous life. You see, he and his wife had become swingers!
Marie and John, my wife Lois and me (silver-haired Guy recalled, during another of our fuck-and-tell sessions). You've heard about a three-way, but how about two couples, Meredith?
Anyway, the four of us had been close ever since we'd worked together at the same office, and now we were living in the same apartment building. Our likes and dislikes were similar, and Marie and Lois were both curly-haired blondes. We'd exchanged keys, and we went in and out of each others' place as if we were a foursome, not two couples. Once or twice, John and I had even walked in on the other's naked wife. And because we shared so much, it was only natural for us to share our fucking, too!
The first time it happened was at my place. We were sitting around listening to music after dinner, and Marie and Lois got up and started dancing. Their well-built bodies moved wildly to the rock beat, their breasts and buns jiggling in the short dresses they were wearing.
John and I joined them, and soon we were all doing more than dancing! When a slow number came on, I held Lois close, cupping her firm ass in my hands and pressing my hardening cock onto her sexy mound. She had her arms around my neck and her breasts pressed against my chest, and she was moving on me below. I glanced over and saw that John was holding Marie the same way, their bodies grinding sensuously together.
Then John slowly lifted Marie's skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, so his hands were now touching bare flesh. I could even see her yellow-furred pussy peeping out between the two of them. I soon did the same with Lois, and the sexual ice had been broken.
After that, we changed partners! And, since the two women had already been bottomless, it only seemed natural for them to be that way now. Suddenly, I was grasping John's wife's ass, and he was holding my wife's, with the utmost familiarity.
We changed partners again. Marie reached for her husband's fly and freed his hard cock into her waiting hand. He walked her over to the sofa, eased her back onto it, and began to fuck her. It was so casual that it seemed perfectly in place.
Marie's eyes closed and her smooth thighs quivered as she took John's slippery rod. He stripped off her dress, and her braless breasts stood up shamelessly, their areolae puckered and their red nipples erect. She lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he thrust into her in long, slow strokes.
Then they looked over at Lois and me as if to say, "Join the party!" We didn't need much urging to make it a four-person orgy, since we'd been watching spellbound as they fucked. I shucked my wife's dress off over her blonde head, making her naked, too. She danced around a little more, writhing wantonly and inspiring our friends to fuck faster. All of our inhibitions had evaporated now, and it felt great.
I reeled Lois in, took out my hard dick, and pulled her over to a chair. When I sat down, she practically leaped onto my upstanding rod, sliding her hot, wet pussy down onto it. Facing me, she rode like crazy, turning me on even more. And I knew, from where they were lying, that John and Marie could see her smooth back arching and my cock sliding in her cleft.
Then, by unspoken agreement, our two couples switched again. We'd had a mixed intimate dance, but now we were going to have a far more important thing, a mixed fuck! John got off his wife and Lois got off me, and we all met in the middle of the floor. John and I took the opportunity to strip down, too, so that we were all naked and natural.
He led my wife over to the sofa, where he laid her right down and started fucking her strongly. She didn't resist one bit, and for a moment I was jealous. It was as if she didn't care whose cock was in her. She spread her legs and gave him full access to her quim as her naked breasts bobbed with the rhythm of his thrusts.
But my jealousy was short-lived. Marie, seeing her husband fucking another woman, looked a little unhappy, too. However, she soon shrugged and took me by the hand. Pulling me down onto the thick carpet, she smilingly spread her legs for me. Soon my cock was in her strange and delightful pussy, plunging away.
The step had been taken. We had switched, and were swinging! Our couples were interchangeable. And it felt just fine.
Now all four of us were going at it passionately, often in time with the rock music that was still playing. We kept watching each other, too, which added to our arousal. We'd been close friends, but we'd never fucked together. Now we were fucking friends, indeed!
Soon, Lois came. I looked over and saw my wife's face straining as she concentrated on her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly, her breasts shook, and she beat her hands on the sofa. It was much the way she acted with me, but now it was with another man!
Underneath me on the floor, that man's wife was involved in a huge rush of her own. It started in her quim, but then it spread down her tensing thighs and up her hardening tummy. Her juices flooded out around my rod as she lost herself in it. She closed her eyes, rolled her blonde head around, and even tugged at her nipples with her fingers as she made it.
But John and I hadn't come yet. It was as if we'd sneakily decided to prolong our little orgy! After getting up and consulting for a moment, we asked our wives to kneel facing the sofa, with their sexy upper bodies on it and their breasts pressing the cushions. All jealousy was gone now, and we were just two, or four, randy rascals out for more good times for all.
John knelt behind his wife, and I behind mine. We grasped their curvy hips and plunged our hard cocks into their sticky snatches once again. True to form, though, we went on to switch back and forth. After awhile, I had trouble remembering whether I was fucking Lois or Marie, and I was sure they'd also lost track of whose dick was in them! We were such good friends, and now even our organs were interchangeable.
We fucked and switched, fucked and switched, in time with the music and the exciting sound of flesh slapping on naked flesh. The two women held hands and smiled at each other as they took cock to their hearts' content. Even John and I exchanged grins as we gave those two hungry married women what they wanted.
Soon they came again, squealing happily. We men fucked faster, this time putting ourselves over the top, too. As it turned out, John did spurt into his wife and I into mine. But it could just as easily have been the other way.
Then the four of us got wearily to our feet and exchanged hugs over what we had shared. We showered, put on soft robes, and sat in the living room talking about what we'd just done. We felt closer than ever, of course.
And there wasn't a shred of guilt. After all, we'd made each other happy, and what else were friends for?
My marriage has endured (Guy went on) precisely because Lois and I have made it an open marriage. But, sadly, Marie and John had other problems and they got divorced. However, my wife and I kept contact with them even after they left the apartment building. And that led to more wild encounters!
As Lois told it to me, since we had no secrets from each other, John came by one Saturday morning when I was out. He was depressed about the divorce, and he wanted to talk it over. In my absence, my wife gave him a cup of coffee and tried to console him. When he actually started to cry, she gave him a hug.
Because they'd already had sex together, that led to a lot more. Lois was wearing a bathrobe, and John's hand drifted inside it. He cupped her full, warm breast, and she didn't pull away. He moved lower, over her smooth tummy, and fastened on her hot, furry sex.
In turn, her hand reached for his crotch and massaged his engorging cock. She tugged down his zipper and freed his manhood. She began to pant hungrily and to get all wet between her thighs.
John lifted my wife up onto the kitchen table, her robe parting above and below the belt. After an appreciative look at her full breasts and her yellow bush, he took his cock in his hand and started it into her. When it grazed her clit, she shuddered with forbidden delight. And when it slid all the way in, she gasped with rising lust!
Lois got very hot, panting in rhythm with his thrusts. She ran her hands over his back and urged him on. Her breasts shook and her rear tensed on the table as he stood fucking her. He nuzzled her cheek and her hair, inhaling her perfume.
Then she came, holding onto him for dear life. But before he came, too, she motioned him out of her. Seeing his hard, slick, throbbing cock, she really got carried away.
In short, my wife slid off the table, went to her knees and started blowing my best friend! She licked his cock from its base to its tip, looking wantonly up at him. She circled its tip with her tongue, and her drool came away from it in a long strand, mixed with his precum. She licked his cock's pulsing vein and under its swollen head. She got its head in her mouth and sucked strongly. Then she took its shaft as deep as she could, nodding her head as she worked it.
Yes, Lois went into that much detail when she told it to me! And I guess she figured that if anything would take John's mind off the divorce, that would. At the very least, it would get his attention!
Anyway, after a short while, she felt him coming. His cock jerked and pumped, and the first hot jets of semen shot into her mouth. Before she could think twice, she swallowed all of his stuff. It was safe to do that then.
He zipped his cock back in and helped her to her feet. She licked the last traces of come off her lips, and got her hot breasts and satisfied pussy back into her robe. They sat down and finished their coffee as if nothing had happened. But, needless to say, he felt a whole lot better, and he thanked her profusely. Nor was she exactly unhappy about that surprise encounter with another man.
And why wasn't I jealous at all when my wife told me about it?
It was because I had a confession of my own to make. I'd been out that Saturday morning. And where had I been? Well, I'd gone over to help John's ex-wife, Marie, move some furniture into her new place. And one thing had led to another there, and I'd fucked her!
Marie moved out of the picture (Guy went on). But John, sexy devil that he was, wasn't so easy to get rid of. On another fine Saturday morning, Lois was just getting out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She wrapped a towel around her well-built, dripping body and answered it.
Again, I was out, and it was John. And again, they went into each other's arms.
My wife sat our friend down on the sofa, but this time she didn't get him a cup of coffee. In a word, she wanted his cream in her coffee! Bowing to the inevitable, she let her towel drop to the floor. He smiled when he saw her heavy breasts, hourglass middle, curving hips and rear, and soggy yellow bush. Then she knelt down in front of him and freed his already hard cock. She looked up at him, took him in her mouth and started to give him head.
But I didn't have to rely on her later confession for the rest of the story, not this time. That was because, just then, I walked in!
John recoiled in shock, and Lois disgorged his tool and hung her head. And I must admit I was pretty mad. It was one thing to have seen him fuck my wife when I was laying his, or to hear her tell about their later affair.
But, being such good friends, we unspokenly arrived at a solution to the tense situation that existed now. In short, Lois got on her hands and knees on the carpet, I took my cock out, too, and John and I knelt on either end of her. She began sucking him again while I slid my dong into her pussy from behind. The only cure for the tension was for her to release it by fucking us both! Nor did she really mind.
I got into a strong rhythm in her hot channel, which was already primed from her thrill of blowing John. That made her body rock, pushing her mouth onto his rod in front. Her hanging breasts swung, her smooth back arched, and her belly and thighs grew tense with excitement. Having two men at once may have been her secret dream. And having a cock in her as she gave head must have been a not too secret one!
We went on like that for a long time. Lois's head bobbed as she did John to perfection. He stroked her blonde hair and reached underneath to play with her hard-nippled tits. On her other end, I massaged her firm ass and held her trim waist as I lunged into her juicy quim. It was as though the three of us were just one erotic being.
Then we came, in a series of sharp, grinding orgasms. My wife went first, squirming around like crazy, further exciting us, her male partners in lust. I followed, pumping furiously, filling her with bolts of my hot seed. Finally, our friend let go, shooting his come between her lips.
Afterward, we decided that there wouldn't be a repeat performance, since the whole thing had been just too intense. But whenever John's name came up later, Lois understandably smiled!
John moved out of the picture, too (Guy continued). By that time, though, Lois and I were confirmed swingers. For a while, we answered ads from other couples, which led to some very interesting experiences. But one night, a slight misunderstanding led to the most fascinating encounter of all.
The other couple had been advertised as Billy and Jean. However, when they showed up at our place after dinner, both turned out to be women! Billy was dark-haired and full-figured, and Jean was small and blonde.
I apologized, saying that we'd assumed Billy was a man's name. They apologized in turn, saying that they should have made things clearer. In short, they were a lesbian couple who wanted to swing with a like one, and it didn't look like we had any future together.
But, as we all looked each other over, we began to think that the swinging evening might not be lost after all. And that was when I discovered that my wife also had some lesbian leanings!
Lois walked over to Billy, and, as I watched with surprise, gave her a kiss on the cheek. She followed by kissing her mouth and stroking her dark hair. Finally, to my amazement, she cupped one of Billy's weighty breasts in her hand and ran the other over her ample bottom.
In turn. Jean began to caress Lois. Coming up behind her, she pressed her petite body against her back, reached around, and held her breasts. She moved one hand down and groped at Lois's crotch, too.
Then the three women stripped down. Lois's creamy skin, full breasts, curvy rear, and curly yellow muff looked good to me as always. Billy had a really voluptuous, tanned body with melon-like breasts, big brown nipples, a gorgeous behind, and a lush black blanket of pubic fur. And Jean was pale-skinned and delicate, with sharp little tits and an excitingly shaved pussy.
If I'd been in the same room with one or two nude women, then three was a whole new world! I stripped down, too, my cock springing strongly upward. I'd seen a lesbian show already, with Sheila and Susie, so I was prepared for what they surely were going to do. I only wanted to make certain that I'd eventually get mine, and when they assured me I would, I followed their hot act to the bedroom.
Billy and Jean went to work on their new swinging partner, my wife, who stood there quivering with delight. One knelt in front of her and the other behind, their tongues suddenly probing for her pussy from either end' I almost went crazy when Billy opened Lois to the pink and stuck her hard tongue up her love hole. And I saw that Jean was tonguing her ass!
The three of them proceeded to switch off, one of them standing and the others eating her and running their hands over her straining ass and thighs. It was the first time I'd seen my wife eat another woman, and it was an amazing experience. That hadn't even happened with her and Marie. She took right to it, though, and I felt sure she'd try it again.
Then the three swinging woman really went wild. They got on the bed, arranged their sexy bodies in a circle on their sides, and went into a tantalizing, round-robin lesbian fuck! Jean buried her face in my wife's crotch and stuck her hard little tongue way up her dripping snatch. Lois burrowed her mouth into Billy's generous, dark-furred quim, tonguing her clit and lapping up her juices. And Billy ate Jean's cute, shaved pussy in a long-practiced way.
Waves of utmost pleasure spread through their naked female flesh as they lost themselves in that sapphic encounter. Their tits shifted sexily, their-butts wiggled, and they let out deep, happy moans. Before long, they came, in one shuddering mass.
Then they separated their come-soaked mouths from each other's privates, after which they signaled to me that it was my turn. But I'd had no idea what kind of turn it would be!
To my disbelieving but intensely hungry eyes, the women arranged themselves in a tantalizing row on the bed. It was how it had been with Sheila and Susie, but now there were three of them!
And where I'd fucked those two classy ladies, now I was supposed to eat!
They sat up against the headboard, spreading their legs and stroking the insides of their satiny thighs, as I lay down and did them right. Moving from one to the other, I ate out their sopping wet sexes, licking and slurping and diddling their joy buttons with my tongue. They each had their own distinct and exotic flavor, which I savored thirstily.
I'd given head before, but I'd never tasted so much warm female juice at one time. It was like a taste test. I was indeed becoming a connoisseur of cooze!
At last, they let me fuck them, even the lesbian pair. Stripping down and grabbing condoms from the bedside table, I rolled one onto my throbbing cock. It was long, thick, and very hard from all that had happened already, aching for release. But I had to pace myself if I was to service all three.
They slid farther down on the bed, and I thrust into Billy's pussy first. Her brown eyes locked wantonly onto mine as I laid her until she came. Her big, tanned body felt wonderful under me, her breasts rolling around and her ample ass shifting on the mattress. Her large, sloppy quim was a delight.
I moved on to petite Jean, whose shaved sex was marvelously tight by contrast. Like many small women, she was highly excitable, and she wiggled so much that I had trouble staying in her. My slippery rod felt fantastic as it slid in her sleeve, finally bringing her to a squealing, piercing orgasm. Her wild action almost made me let loose myself, but I knew I had to save some for my wife if I was going to have any peace at home!
Primed as I was, I now plunged into Lois with a passion that made her gasp. My hips levered my raging tool into her as I fucked with absolute zeal. Her tits shook so wildly that they almost became a blur. While she tried to keep up with me, she couldn't move fast enough, so she just abandoned herself to my frantic rhythm. She threw back her head and let out great moans. At last, her naked flesh shook uncontrollably as she shouted out her climax. Billy and Jean watched intently as I showed them just how strong married sex could be.
Finally, I was able to come, too. But it wasn't inside any of the three swinging women. My wife motioned for me to pull out of her, after which she and the two others stroked my rampant cock to a finish. Six busy hands were on me at one time or another, until I shot fountains of white stuff high into the air!
"Wow, Guy!" I enthused, when he'd finished that set of stories. "I especially liked the part where you ate their pussies. Will you eat mine sometime? Then you can compare the taste. I've been told I'm delicious down there. And I've tasted it myself on my fingers."
"How about tonight?" he asked, licking his lips slyly. "Your wish is my command, Meredith."
I didn't tell my older lover how much his telling about the lesbian couple had reminded me of Adrienne, myself, and Charles and his wife Nancy. After all, he still didn't know I was bi, and he probably never would for sure. That could remain my secret as I concentrated on hetero with him.
"But speaking of giving head, Meredith," Guy went on, "I've figured out what I'll do when I'm too old to get it up anymore."
"Judging by your cock and your appetite, I don't think that will ever happen," I purred. "But what?"
He smiled. "Well, I'll just eat and eat and eat! And that should still get me all the women, even young ones, that I can handle."
"Hey, that's a great idea," I observed. "You're right!"
Then he did eat my pussy, and I discovered just how flat-out good he was. Through more than one quivering, juicing, legs-clamped-on-his-gray-head orgasm I discovered it! He told me, too, that I was the best he'd ever tasted.
After that, he told me about another time when he did just eat and eat and eat.
Kristin was a younger woman I met just last year in the park (Guy began what turned out to be his last story). She was thirty, divorced, and had long red hair and a fine, slender body. She seemed to like my experience and sophistication, as I hope you do, Meredith. She also liked my married but swinging lifestyle.
We became friends, and one afternoon, when my wife was out, I invited Kristin back to the house where I live now. Soon, we were in the bedroom and in each other's arms, about to take our friendship all the way.
But damn if I didn't have a little problem that day. I'd been working pretty hard at my job, and the usual monster in my pants just wasn't there. I had to keep the ball rolling, though.
So I eased Kristin back on the bed and pulled the slacks and panties she was wearing down off her long, sexy legs. Her smooth white skin, firm round rear, and especially her pink, red-furred seam made my fifty-plus heart glad. And she looked very kinky being bottomless in just a sweater.
Then I dove between her thighs, nuzzling her humid muff, kissing her labes and separating them with my tongue. She was creaming freely, and I lapped up her tasty juices. I ran my tongue all around her tender folds, then plunged it up her hot channel.
She started to sigh and moan, moving her sexy body around on the mattress. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through my hair. I grasped her springy ass while I ate her, and she bucked her beautiful mound up at my mouth. I slid my tongue out of her and went to work on her hard little clit. I knew that women got a charge out of that, often finding tongue-work just as good as a thrusting cock. That was my ace in the hole, so to speak! I'd become an expert at it, and I did her well, bringing her up and down and up again until she was thrashing around in ecstasy.
Hell, I was a nice guy. Even if I couldn't come, I was determined to see that she did!
As I looked up at her, Kristin closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and squeezed her sweater-clad breasts. I licked her faster and faster, making the tip of my tongue a blur as I flicked it over her button. Suddenly, she came! She grasped my head and pulled my mouth hard to her quim, also hugging my head with her thighs. Her juice flooded out now, and I lapped it up thirstily. She quivered and screamed as she came and came and came!
When she was done, I moved up alongside her and took off her sweater and bra. Her high, round breasts looked marvelous, her areolae puckered and her pink nipples hard. Being a redhead, she had an exotic dusting of freckles, too. All of her smooth, white, thirty-year-old flesh looked great to me. And her pussy had been as clean and delicious as could be.
I really wanted to fuck her, and she was urging me to do so. Then it happened. I felt my cock finally respond! In a moment, I had my normal, strong hard-on.
Kristin sensed it. But, still ignorant of why it had been, she decided to do me the way I'd done her. And that was just as good!
She moved down on the bed, her fingers going to my fly. My throbbing rod sprang out into her hands, almost hitting her in the face. She gasped happily when she saw it, and her naked body shuddered.
Just the sight of a hunk of man meat got her all excited again. In the position she was in, I could see her red-furred slit between her legs juicing madly. I reached down and fingered her as she started to blow me.
Kristin opened her pretty mouth and took me in. Her green eyes looked intently up at me as she engulfed my switched-on member. She really knew how to do it, too. As she moved in a wonderful rhythm, her red hair tented over my lap and teased my balls. I felt the hot inside of her mouth, down to her throat, and her busy tongue on the underside of my sensitive shaft. I stroked her arching back and played with her fine, firm breasts while she did me.
Soon, I was at the peak, ready for a sensational release. My whole body stiffened, and I squeezed Kristin's breasts as I felt the sexual power surge through me. She let my cock out of her mouth and licked rapidly along it when she sensed I was about to come. She also pressed her fingers at its base.
Then I was jetting long white ribbons into the air before her appreciative eyes. She controlled them with her fingers, and caught a couple of them in her other hand. She stroked my pumping length and milked me until there wasn't any more.
Finally, almost as an afterthought, that sexy redhead smeared my own stuff all over my cock and balls!
Kristin and I never did fuck (Guy concluded), and my prick never even came close to entering her pussy. The oral action we'd enjoyed was good enough for us!
Like I said, that was the last of Guy's sexy stories. But what a fitting climax, if you'll excuse the pun, it was! He was a swinger and I was a confirmed nympho, and we soon moved on.
But I think, if I remember my lit courses right, that he could have been another Chaucer or Rabelais. He told it like it was, pure, clean, and simple, and if anyone had a problem with that, then they had a problem with life. And if they had a problem with fucking, well, that was just too bad for them!
At any rate, he'd been a great older man, just the way I like them. I'd miss our fuck and tell sessions! But now it was back to me, Meredith. And do you know what I missed, and what I set out to find?
You guessed it. I was hot for some more lezzie action. And it didn't take me long to get it!