Fuck Talk

FUCK TALK

She Call Us Together

To Talk About Fucking

It was clear where the conversation would lead. The four of us had been friends since before college. Claire even knew Julian before we met and started dating. Yes, I was attracted to Margot, especially that killer ass of hers. We had skinny dipped with them many times and I had noticed Claire appraising Julian's seven inches of manhood as we swam nude at the lake.

The idea of meeting to talk about monogamy and open marriages came from Claire, but no one objected. We gathered at our house on Sunday morning on June 18 at ten in the morning. It was a three-day weekend and I knew it could end up in a swap-fest and if I was honest I was hoping it would. The fact was, I really wanted to see her fuck Julian, and I had hopes of getting a handful of that wonderful ass of Margot's.

Claire put out crackers and cheese, some malted balls, and assorted drinks, none alcoholic, as she wanted us sober for any sexual activity. She spent more time than usual getting herself ready for them coming over and I figured it was more for Julian than the rest of us, although I wasn't sure she wasn't as attracted to Margot's ass as I was.

We all got seated in the family room and Claire stood at the fireplace, picked up a book, and held it up. "I just finished Open Marriage by the O'Neils and I'd like to discuss it with all of you," she said. "It came out this year and it deals with extramarital sexual relationships. It reports that sixteen percent of marriages in 2025 were sexually open, and twelve percent of those belonged to swing organizations," she said.

"It reported only two percent of sexually open relationships between 2000 and 2015 ended in divorce, as opposed to twenty percent in the general population." She smiled and opened the book and started reading. "The development of sexually open marriages in America has been steady over the last hundred years, but in the last decade it has grown expeditiously," she read aloud.

"The social attitude toward extramarital sexual relationships has changed drastically over the past ten years. How do you all react to that?" she asked us.

"I think monogamy is far overrated," Julian said.

"I have always felt sexual restrictions in marriage were too strict in America," Margot said. "In Europe marriages are much more open," she said. "Their attitude toward sex is much more sensible than ours. When I studied in Sweden and France sexual freedom was far more prevalent," she said. "Men often had mistresses and it was not unusual for women to have lovers."

"I never saw the big deal if someone wanted to share his wife with someone else," I said.

"Really?" Claire said. "I am glad to hear you say that, because I would like to fuck Julian," she said boldly.

"It's been pretty obvious," I said. "Your panties get wet when he is around," I said.

"You can tell?" she said.

"I can smell you like a cat in heat," I said with a grin.

"Oh come now," she said.

"Really," I said. "It's true. When Julian is around, the pheromones are ripe around here," I said. "It's like a pen full of hamsters in heat in here." She put down the book.

"Then you knew? I didn't have to convince you at all?" she said.

"No, but you got in some good reading," I said. "Now you know a lot more about the subject of open marital fucking," I said. "I think Julian was glad to hear it, right, buddy?" I said to him.

"He didn't need any convincing," Margot said with a grin. "We've been swingers now for five years," she told us. "He's been panting after your wife now for three years. Since our camping trip to Lassen where we skinny dipped," she said. "He couldn't keep his eyes off your ass," she told Claire. "He's wanted to fuck you ever since."

Claire looked stunned. "I read this for nothing?" she said, putting the book on the coffee table. "I was convinced before I opened it, but I am even surer now that I want your husband's dick in me, as soon as possible," she told Margot with conviction.

"I think tonight is your night, then," Margot said with a wide smile. "He looks ready and willing to me," she said, glancing over at her husband. You ready to grant this horny lady's wish?"

"Ready and willing," he said with a real eagerness in his voice. "I have wanted a piece of that ass for years," he said honestly.

"You want the guest room or the master bedroom?" I asked.

"I'll take whatever bed is closest," he said.

"Claire will show you the way," I said. She moved over to Julian and put out her hand.

"Will you follow me?" she asked. "I'll make it worth your while."

"To wherever you go," he said. "I'd follow that bottom anywhere."

"Down boy," his wife said. "You're drooling."

We watched Claire and Julian walk off toward the guest room. They were holding hands like a couple of newlyweds off to their honeymoon. Actually, they looked like a romantic couple heading for their first time together, which it was.

After they went into the guest room, Margot asked me if I liked porn. I said I did and she said, "They left the door open. Ever think of watching her?"

"My voyeuristic side says I'd like that," I said.

"Think she'd mind?" she said.

"I think her showoff side would enjoy it," I said.

"Let's go watch," Margot said, putting out her hand to me. "I've watched him fuck a few housewives before," she said. "He puts on a really good show." She pulled me out of my seat and I followed her to the guest room door. We stood there watching Claire straddle Julian's waist, bouncing above him, his cock pushing up into her rapidly. She held herself steady by putting one hand on each of his hips and bracing herself against his movement and her constant rebounding over him, fucking as she'd dreamed of doing for so long.

Margot and I watched them, and she put one hand to my cock and massaged it gently as we stood gazing at them as they fucked on top our made bed in our guest room. Seeing my wife passionately fuck my friend in our house as I stood with his wife was an extraordinary experience I had hoped to someday be able to witness.

They were intoxicating, invigorating, lively, erotic, and arousing all at the same time. Actually, they were beautiful together. "Let's go copy them," Margot whispered next to my ear.

I smiled and followed her to the master bedroom. On the way she began undressing me as we moved through the house. At the bedroom door I slipped off her blouse, helped her out of her skirt and slipped her panties over her wonderful bottom and down her legs. She kicked them off one foot and strolled naked to Claire's and my bed.

She got on the bed on her hands and knees, offering her fine ass to me and smiling over her shoulder. I crawled up behind her and put my stiffness between her cheeks and against those puffy, pink petals, then I pushed in and slid in slowly. She obviously enjoyed that position because she initiated it. She also groaned contentedly as I fucked her, pushing back against my weight as I thrusted into her luscious married pussy.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, Barry," she whimpered. "Like that, baby. Yes! Oh, put it in me. Fill me with your cock."

I hooked my hands around the front of each thigh and pulled her against me. My belly bounced against her bottom, creating slapping sounds that filled the bedroom.

We suddenly heard a clapping sound. I looked over towards the door. Claire and Julian were standing naked at the door and applauding us. "You look marvelous," Julian said, mimicking Billy Crystal from Saturday Night Live.

"That is wonderful looking 'doggy,'" Claire said, her hand on Julian's shoulder.

"Glad you like it," I said. "We saw some great looking cowgirl," I said, "in the guest room."

"Some good fucking going on in this house," Julian said.

"Finally," Claire said.

"Hey," I said, faking hurt feelings.

"No offense. Present company excepted," she said. "I just meant... "

"I get it. You mean with certain other people," I said.

"Exactly," she said. "With these people."

"Right," I said.

"When you're finished, we'll meet you by the pool," my wife said. "We're going to take a dip."

I didn't answer, but started fucking Margot again, starting slowly but quickly picking up the pace. "Ah, yes," Margot said with a sigh.

When she came, I followed shortly behind her and filled the condom she had helped me put on. We both collapsed on the bed, spent, breathless, and satisfied. Margot sagged over the bed like a washcloth on the side of a tub.

"I liked that," she finally said. "You fuck good."

"You too," I said. "Should we go join our mates?"

"After I empty this condom," she said, pulling it off me. She held it up and drained it, swallowed, and smiled. "Delicious," she said. I kissed her and tasted my cum on her lips. She was ravenous.

We went out to the pool and Julian was fucking Claire on the chaise lounge. She was on her back and he was between her legs, pumping away like a man who hadn't had sex for years.

"They look comfortable don't they?" Margot said.

"Perfectly," I said. We eased into the water and stood together in each other's arms, then Claire and Julian came in and we all swam a few laps. He I were relaxing and we noticed the women were gone.

"Where'd the girls go?" he asked. I shrugged and after a few minutes we went in the house and looked for them. It didn't take long to find them on the bed, Claire on her back with Margot squatting over her face. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a satisfied pat, as husbands watching their wives fuck.

We watched them for awhile, then left them to finish in private. Before we left we saw Claire munching on Margot's pussy like a pro. We both wondered if that was their first trip into bisexuality.

When they finally came out to the pool I asked, "Your first time?"

"Together, yes," Claire said with a smile. "With other females, no for both of us. I tasted my first in college, then my sister, Emily, and I made it a summer vacation habit," she said. "Besides cum, it's my favorite flavor. Even better than cherry vanilla ice cream."

"I became addicted while in Paris after Stanford," Margot said. "A little labia a day, keeps the gynecologists away," she said laughing. "A man here and there, a woman now and then, the perfect life, until Julian brought me back to earth," she said, "and got me to marry him."

"If you both enjoy men and women so much, why don't we have a little four-person orgy," I said. "We could string a nice daisy chain around the floor in front of the fireplace," I suggested.

"A great idea," Julian said, pulling his naked wife towards him for a kiss. "I love seeing you eat pussy," he told her. "It was an amazing sight. Show me a little more of it," he begged.

Since we were all already naked, we got down on the floor and began wrapping ourselves into a knot of human flesh.

I began sucking Margot's nipples and Julian began kissing Claire while Margot feasted on my wife's pussy. The four of us were having sex as a group, kissing and sucking and licking everything in sight. I even tasted a little dick over time, not at all disgusted by the taste or the thought.

After that night, the four of us have had swap-sex, or group grope, or some variation about once a week, either at our house, theirs, or at a hotel of our choice after a nice restaurant. It has been ten years since Claire called us together to talk about open marriage, and it has been a wonderful arrangement over the years.

Everyone may not get off watching his wife get fucked by another man or eaten by a another woman, but for Julian and me it has been a wonderful experience that we have relished. Both of us have shared our wives with other men over the years and we wouldn't trade the experience for anything. Share her and watch, you may find it appealing.