A Young Couple's First Swap

from a long time ago - After getting our first computer, like many other husbands, I began frequenting the old AOL chatrooms. As most guys do when they first get online, I loved discussing the various sexual topics in chat. After some late night conversations with other horny husbands, I began to question what other couples did for sexual fun. What were their boundaries?

Although my wife was great in bed, and we had a very healthy relationship, I often wondered what it would be like with another woman. I also wondered how my wife would react to another man, if given the opportunity to fuck another within the boundaries of her marriage. My wife and I had married young and were both limited to each other with our sexual experience. We taught each other and grew sexually together, yet for me there was a curiosity. I guess we fit the profile of many "swingers". Married young, in love, but always wondering "what if".

The thoughts ran through my head "Do people really swing? Are there people who are really into threesomes?" We were both young and somewhat naive. The questions haunted me and I was determined to find some answers.

I approached my wife with my late night dialup modem findings and her reaction was totally not what I envisioned. With tears in her eyes she blurted "You don't love me anymore?" along with, "Am I not enough sexually? " Her questions rebutted my proposal to possibly swing with another couple. Over time I learned from other husbands that this was a typical female response.

I assured my wife that I was still deeply in love with her yet was curious to what it would be like to be with another woman. She finally admitted that on some level she had wondered what having intercourse with another guy would be like also.

I began to ask her to try different things. "No No No" was her good girl response. In bed however she would ask me to use a vibrator and speak of things that were far naughtier than her Italian Catholic upbringing permitted. Things, as I saw it, were finally beginning to move in the right direction. Some weekends we would rent VHS porn and she would always be excited when 2 guys were fucking 1 women.

Finally I remember asking her to simply attend a meet and greet at a local hotel. We could leave if it was weird, I promised. She reluctantly agreed to attend. Naturally, I was ecstatic.

I don't recall much about walking into that swingers meet-n-greet other than my wife was dressed far more conservatively than most of the other more experienced wives. However, being a natural beauty, other "couples" with guys leading the way, began to small talk my wife. She was nervous and there, "just to see" and rebuffed them with elegance and grace. My pretty young wife never came off as snobby or hurtful.

The parade of lusty boorish men continued hitting on my wife as she gracefully said "no thanks " to each one. Finally one couple approached and my mind thought she would immediately reject him. I assessed that he would be too "geeky" looking and not fall into the realm of her usual "cute boy type".

He was John Lennon-esque cross between a librarian and college professor, definitely not her norm. He was good looking in a distinguished style, but far different from the " Irish heritage baby face" type that normally turned her head. This husband's approach to my wife's panties was different than the others; he was intelligent and used a simple calculated seduction. He politely asked her to dance to the slow song that was now filling the room. It was like a homecoming dance revisited. My wife was much too sweet to decline such a polite offer. After all, it was just a dance.

I recall being visually mesmerized as she followed him to the center of the dance floor. They cautiously leaned into each other and began their slow spin. Her face lit up as she listened to whatever he was saying. I could see her smiling and blushing. She was again that schoolgirl at her first prom, yet the stakes were far more intriguing. My eyes were locked upon their dance as I made polite small talk to his wife.

The song ended and my wife quickly returned to my side. She leaned into me and giggled "I could feel his bulge" She smiled as she saw the look upon my face. She was teasing me and very aware that her words had excited me. Her pretty brown eyes were both playful and on fire. I knew the sex that night would be fantastic.

For the remainder of the meet and greet, we chatted out with our new friends and danced the night away. I figured that would be the end of it; some close dancing and a nice memory to take back to our bedroom. I couldn't believe my eyes when the girls took out pens and exchange home phones. (This all happened well before the days when everyone carried a cellphone.)

We met our new friends on neutral ground for a few weeks. Dinners and exploratory conversations took place far away from our home. We didn't want to have these "strangers" at our home quite yet as it would be far too dangerous. We were the typical nervous beginners. As the dates progressed, our marital sex went through the roof.

The couples continued to meet each week and talk, we learned that we had much in common. Education, children, and jobs, became cornerstones in a budding relationship. As our fears subsided my wife's curiosity increased. I remember she came home one evening after a dinner with them and was electrified. He had played "footsie" with her under the table. That small event had made her horny and we ended up fucking like dogs that night. The fire in her pussy had been officially lit.

Finally our new friends were invited to our home for dinner and "dessert". In my wife's words she said dessert would consist of a "kissing party". I said nothing and simply smiled. I was smart enough to let my wife take the lead and make all the decisions.

The cat and mouse game between her and a man whose intent was to sink his cock into her had escalated to a heated level. The chemistry between them was undeniable. Her lips said she would never truly break our marital vows, yet the up tick in our fucking indicated her pussy's intent. It was seeking a reunion with the bulge it had met on the dance floor so many weeks ago. I wondered if my virgin wife would pull the trigger.

The week leading up to dinner was a roller coaster; a battle of Catholic morals versus a virgin wife curiosity. She wondered about what she had experienced on the dance floor yet knew it was not a moral thing. I loved and thoroughly enjoyed her angst. She didn't cancel the dinner date with our new friends despite the battle that raged between her pussy and her morals.

I recall the ring of the doorbell and look of panic mixed with excitement in my wife's pretty brown eyes. I simply looked up and asked, "Well are you going to leave them out there all night? " Dinner was a mix of polite conversation mixed with a side dish of flirty comments. The nerves were high and the desire was high as well. Both couples knew what might happen and each was excited. We ate, cleaned up, and retired to our living room.

Matt sank his frame into our couch and to my surprise, my wife Michele sat down beside him. That little impropriety, set of a set of emotions that had never been touched within me. She was my wife and had always sat next to me. I was both jealous and completely turned on. Now I was the one experiencing the angst.

The dessert began with him kissing my pretty wife under the dimmed lights. My wife and I had dated from an early age and this was probably the second guy that ever had kissed her with intent. I quickly followed their lead, and began to kiss his wife. The "make out session" had the all the feel of teenage couples kissing in their parents basement. Soft wet sloppy kisses were exchanged as everyone stole glances at the couple that they were not part of.

Suddenly, as if on queue, the women moved away from the guys and excused themselves. The two sexy, somewhat disheveled wives walked off to the kitchen.

It was a weird moment as I was face to face with a guy that I really did not know. Granted, we had a few things in common, the most important being that we both wanted to sink our now extremely hard cocks into the other guy's wife.

We could hear the hushed whispers coming from the kitchen as we awkwardly made small talk.

Finally, as if after an eternity, the wives reappeared from their kitchen pre-game planning.

His wife spoke first " We would feel more comfortable if we could play in separate rooms." I looked at my wife with the "are you sure?" look and she nodded and looked shyly down at the carpet.

My wife finally broke her silence and asked " Bob, do you mind if Matt and I stay here in the living room?" I walked over and whispered "sure no problem". I told her that I loved her and to relax and have a good time. A twisted smile of nerves mixed with excitement and lust for an unknown cock blossomed. It was a look I had never seen upon her innocent face.

I took hold of his wives hand and led her up the stairs to my bedroom.

His wife was a pretty girl of Italian decent, with a nice set of 34ds that I began to kiss and fondle in the privacy of my bedroom. She, begin the more experienced one, began to suck my hardened cock and I was completely enjoying it when a scary though hit me. I froze.

The thoughts raced through my mind "What if my wife is not enjoying?" "What if she is sitting completely dressed and angry at me?" The "what ifs" of uncertainty made me pause.

I asks his wife "Do you mind if I check on my wife to make sure she is ok?"

A sly smirk lit her pretty face and she replied " Oh definitely, feel free to check on her but I promise you she will be having a good time. My husband can be very persuasive. "

I stepped back into my jeans and moved down the hallway very quietly.

As I entered the doorway I saw that vision that no husband ever forgets. I looked down to the center of the candle lit living room where my wife was under him. Her legs were wrapped around his long torso and he was slowly pumping his manhood into a pussy that had only felt my cock since her teenage years. My wife's eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip in an attempt to silence the moans that would soon fill the air. I was both mesmerized and aroused at the scene that was playing out before me. Yes his wife was correct her husband was persuasive.

I watched for approximately five minutes as my wife received a very slow and sensual fucking from a man she had met only a few weeks before. Her virgin married pussy was being used differently that is had ever been used before. Sex with a husband possesses one set of standards, whereas fucking a lover is far different experience. This was pure no strings attached sex.

Then I remembered the fun that was waiting for me back in my bedroom. It was my turn as obviously the signals were good to go.

I returned to my room and his wife looked at me and giggled sarcastically, "Was she ok? Having fun?" My smile relayed the answer that my new lover had already known.

She wrapped her sexy lips around my already hard cock and began to suck with enthusiasm. I didn't want to cum and pulled away after a few minutes and shifted position to taste her already soaked pussy. I tasted her wet cunt and began to nibble upon her clit. She moaned.

It was time and I moved his wife into a doggy style position and sunk my rock hard cock into her hot wet pussy. She moaned louder and pushed back at me as I began to move my cock in and out with a fast pumping rhythm. I could feel my balls tighten as I shot a creamy load into her cunt. Climax had not taken long. She moaned as she felt my hot cum shoot inside her married pussy.

We settled back and rested. It was then I heard the distant moans of my virgin wife lofting from downstairs. The moans were different than anything I had ever heard from her before.

Their moans from the living room were primal. Listening to them was like hearing two animals fucking far off in the distance. There was no emotional love attached their sex that night, it was purely only the love of the cock that was impaling her cunt. He took her as a stallion takes the mare in the field. There is no emotion attached to the sex it's basis is purely lust filled primal debauchery. His goal was to shoot his cum into her waiting pussy.

The pounding of my wife's virgin cunt both intensified and continued for another ten to fifteen minutes. I listened in awe, as his wife's head rested upon my chest. Although cuddling with another woman, this was perhaps the most surreal moment of my marriage.

My wife's moans, grunts, and panting heard from the living room stirred up a strange mix of emotions within me. A mix of jealousy, awe, and a complete sexual charge filled me. I felt completely powerless as another man was ravaging my wife's cunt for his selfish pleasure. Her moans got me hard and I did pay back fucks on his wife throughout the night.

The clock ticked into the early morning hours and the fucking sounds echoed throughout the home. As one couple rested the other could be heard as the guys hard fucked the other man's wife. The ravaging of the other mans wife went on and on as if the couples were competing.

Finally at about 4 am I heard her husband call up the stairs and say "Paula it's late, we should get going." We began to dress immediately, not wanting to insult, and headed downstairs to reunite with our spouses.

I remember entering the living room and locking eyes with my wife. She looked, for the lack or a better adjective, wrecked. Her hair was a mess, a face was reddened from the hard fucking stared back. She had received a brutal fucking for the previous three to four hours and looked completely ravaged. Michele was trying to fix herself the way a young girl tidies herself when caught by her parents when kissing her boyfriend in the basement.

It was as if the straightening of her hair would erase the primal moaning I had heard from her as she opened her legs for her second ever cock.

I smiled.

We all exchanged pleasant goodnights and ended our first night adventure.

As I heard their car drive away, I smiled at my wife and teased "Sounded like you had a really fun time with Matt" She gave me a playful smack and said shyly "Yes It was fun now shut up"

I asked her the question all husbands ask their wife's about other men "Was his cock bigger than me" She looked down shyly and trying to spare my feelings replied sweetly "Well I will only say he was a bit wider" Being naive I wondered what she meant. I would soon find out.

My wife was intrigued with this "wider" cock and I could tell there will be more to come.