My wife Ginny took in an exchange student. Not the normal school age but a university exchange. Phillipe was in his early twenties and spoke pretty good English. He was charming towards Ginny. A bit to charming for my liking. This young twenty something lad was flirting with my thirty-eight year old wife. The exchange was for two terms, so nearly six months. He was at university most days and we mainly saw him evenings and weekends. He had a girlfriend that he rang and talked to regularly. We had given him a door key so he could come and go as he needed. We had moved our holiday back, so we were still around until Phillipe went home. Ginny’s job comes in fits and spates, and she had been pretty busy, but suddenly there was a lull in her work, so she was around a lot more.
Ginny and I were never blessed with children and soon discovered that it was a problem with Ginny’s philopena tubes. It wasn’t curable. I had noticed that Ginny was very happy on my return home and as Phillipe was out Ginny dragged me up to our bedroom where she made love to me. It was the best sex that we had in a while, and I asked Jinny what triggered it. She just said she was happy with life. That sudden happiness seemed to be going on for some while as we had several more great shags.
That weekend Phillipe told us his girlfriend was coming to the UK in two weeks time and she would like to meet us. Ginny told Phillipe that she must come and stay with us rather than stay in a hotel. Phillipe told us he would tell her and let us know exact dates and times. That week I had a very busy schedule and told Ginny to expect me when she saw me. As predicted the first three days were quite mad and I was not getting home until ten or eleven o’clock at night and leaving shortly after six a.m. I arrived on the Thursday to be told the meeting were cancelled. We were told legal problems. I wasn’t sad for once to get home early.
The moment I stepped indoors I knew something was wrong. The house was too quiet even though I knew Ginny was home as her car was on the drive. I wondered if she had gone for a lay down and started up the stairs. I was halfway when I heard a groan and then Ginny saying, “Yes fuck me like that again.” From that I knew two things, one that she was being shagged and the other that it wasn’t the first time. I crept up the stairs as quiet as I could, although Ginny’s groans were loud enough to drown out most noises. It soon became apparent that the noises were coming from Phillipe’s room. Then I got a glimpse through the doorjamb of Phillipe on top of Ginny who was in the doggy position, and he was holding onto my wife’s tits as he slammed her hard from behind. I watched for several minutes before Phillipe started to groan and knew he was close. At that point I made my way back downstairs and left the house. I drove around for nearly an hour before going home.
When I got home Ginny was preparing food and Phillipe was sat studying his notes. It was as if I had imagined it. Ginny was a bit surprised that I got home early but seemed genuinely pleased that I was home. A while later the three of us sat down to eat and Phillipe informed us when Layla would be arriving. Then after eating he informed us he was meeting some of his fellow exchange students that evening. He had barely left when Ginny dragged me to bed, and I got a great blow job before another great shag. If I hadn’t seen her getting shagged earlier, I would never have known.
The following day again the meetings were postponed and most of the staff went off early. I stopped on to do some preparation work for, if or when, the meetings were back on. I deliberately planned and timed my arriving home after Phillipe had been home for a short while. I left my car two roads away and walked the rest. The moment I opened the front door I could hear them. Phillipe was telling Ginny to push her arse out more and she in turn was groaning as he used her pussy. This time his bedroom door was wide open, and I could see his big balls bouncing on my wife’s pussy as he shagged her. I stood watching and stroked my erection through my trousers. Again, as Phillipe got close, I left and went and sat in my car. The thoughts of what I had seen twice now caused an erection that just wouldn’t go away. I eventually drove to where in our teens Ginny and I would go to make love. I ended up wanking myself to relieve my erection before finally driving home.
Phillipe must have gone for a second round as Ginny came down the stairs looking flushed and had part of her dress tucked into her panties where she must have dressed so quickly. As I kissed Ginny I suggested going to our bedroom. Ginny whispered that Phillipe was in his room. She said if we were lucky, he might be going out again and she told me that she had a meal to prepare. I slipped a hand under her dress and got my hand slapped playfully as I pulled her dress from her panties. A while later Phillipe did go out and I dragged Ginny to bed. She seemed reluctant and I knew why as I slipped into her pussy that was still full of Phillipe’s cum. Somehow that just excited me more and I gave my wife a real good fucking.
The next week I was extremely busy as the meetings were back on. Ginny and I fucked every night when I got home. She was very happy and seemed pleased with life. Then I was asked to collect Layla from the airport. I was told she would be on the 16:43 flight and she was given my number so we could find each other when she had got through landing. I decided that although it was Saturday, I would do some work in the office first. I got a phone call just after midday and told that she had managed a much earlier flight. She spoke really good clear English and told me that her plane should land around about 13:43 and expected to be through customs and luggage collection by 14:00. I was stood in arrivals waiting for her and she came through arrivals and was ringing me when I spotted her.
It was the skirt that I saw first, well what little of it there was. Then the tight blouse that shouted NO BRA. She had dark curly hair almost down to her belly button and a very pretty face. I guessed she was a little older than Phillipe by a few years. As I answered her call to me, she spotted me and waved. I waved back. Then I took her suitcase on wheels and led her to my car. It is a thirty to forty minute drive to our house from the airport and she snuggled into the seat of my car as I pulled away. She asked had Phillipe been a good boy whilst with us. It seemed an odd question to ask about her boyfriend and I told her he had been fine. It was a sunny day and Layla pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes from the top of her head. I noticed that her blouse in the sun allowed me a good view of her tits through the thin material. Her nipples were large and poked through the material showing themselves off. I was enjoying the view as I drove along and even got a lazy hard on.
As I drove towards the house, I wondered what arrangements Ginny had made for Layla. We have two spare rooms and I wondered if Ginny was putting Leyla in with Phillipe or in the other spare room. I was glad my soft erection had subsided by the time we got to the house. Layla waited as I got her case out of the boot and led her indoors. We were met by gasps and groans being made by Ginny. I looked at Layla and she looked at me. Then I was following her up the stairs as she went to see her boyfriend fucking my wife again. If I had enjoyed the view in the car, I was enjoying this view even more as I could see all of her panties from behind and even a few stray pubic hairs escaping their confines. Almost at the top of the stairs Layla stopped dead. I almost walked headfirst into her arse. I heard Layla gasp as she was obviously watching Phillipe getting in a quick shag with Ginny before Layla was supposed to turn up, only she was three hours early as was I.
I stood several steps behind Layla taking in the gorgeous site of her pussy bulging in her panties. Layla was stood on one foot and sort of wiggling her arse as she stood watching. From where I was, I couldn’t see what Phillipe and Ginny were up to, but the view I had was more than making up for it. I could however hear the slapping of Phillipe’s body against that of my wife’s and the loud groans that Ginny was making. Layla didn’t seem in any hurry to stop them as she just stood there. Then I heard a groan escape Layla’s lips. She was getting excited as was I. I decided to try my luck and reached up and stroked her pussy through her panties. Another soft groan escaped Layla’s lips. She had made no effort to stop me or move away.
I decided to see just how far I could get and a few moments later my fingers were in her panties and then in her pussy. Several more groans came from Layla’s lips. I decided that I wanted more than just finger in her pussy and eased Layla forward, so she was kneeling on the stairs, and taking one step I was at the right height and released my aching cock. We could both now see Phillipe banging my wife as I eased Layla’s panties to one side and slipped my cock into her pussy. Phillipe was really going for it now and Ginny was moaning very loudly as he slammed away at her pussy. They were ending their coupling and I was just starting mine with Layla. I watched as Phillipe groaned and shot his seed into my wife’s pussy and then the two of them rolled apart. They were laid gasping as I got into a good rhythm with Layla.
Then it was Layla’s turn to start groaning. I could see the shock on Ginny’s face as she and Phillipe sat up to see where it was coming from. Phillipe also looked shocked to see his girlfriend was already here and I was giving her a good seeing to. Phillipe quickly shot off his bed and closed the door. Not that it would change anything, both Layla and I had seen them fucking and they had both seen us doing the same. I’m not sure if it had brought Layla to her senses or what, but she tried to move away. It was too late I was there, and I gripped her by her hips and thrust hard two or three more times. Layla groaned and shook as I pumped my cum into her gorgeous pussy.
By the time Phillipe’s door reopened I had tucked my cock back away and Layla had straightened her panties. Phillipe came out first and was talking quickly in French to his girlfriend. Ginny followed Phillipe out and we went to our room. Even before we were in our toom Ginny was saying, “I can explain.” As I closed our door, I asked how she could explain that Phillipe had been fucking her for at least two weeks to my knowledge. Ginny looked shocked and worried, and then as I started to undress and she could see the bulge growing again in my trousers, a big smile spread on her face. As my trousers and pants hit the floor Ginny was on her knees and sucking my cock to get it back to full hardness. I was surprised that she would suck my cock when it had barely left Layla’s pussy, but she did.
It was a fantastic fuck as Ginny rode me. I enjoyed it immensely but as good as it was it wasn’t as exciting as it had been fucking Layla’s young pussy on the stairs. As we lay there, I told Ginny about when I first knew she was fucking Phillipe. She was surprised that I hadn’t said or done anything. I told her that I had enjoyed watching them. Ginny then confessed that it started just two days after he had arrived. The first time he followed her up the stairs and stroked her pussy under her skirt. Then a few days later he caught her bending over in a cupboard and pulled her panties to one side and fucked her. From then on, he took just about any opportunity that he could to fuck my wife. We got up and dressed and I gave Ginny a loving kiss before we went downstairs. It was all quiet from Phillipe’s room as I gave Ginny a hand to prepare the evening meal.
The food was just about cooked, and the table laid when the two of them came down. Phillipe told me that he owed me an apology. I told him it wasn’t necessary. Layla and Phillipe sat quietly all through the meal and afterwards Layla offered to lend a hand washing up. I decided that I would break the ice and suggested Phillipe and I went to the pub while the women cleared up and got acquainted. On the way to the pub, Phillipe was again trying to apologise. I told him not only was there no need and that I had enjoyed watching him with my wife.
Over a couple of beers Phillipe told me that at home he and Layla had swapped with several of their friends, but neither had slept with someone our ages. I told him I had very much enjoyed shagging his girlfriend. Phillipe said that she was good. I agreed. Phillipe asked did that mean, that if he got the chance, he could fuck Ginny again. I said yes, as long as I get to fuck Layla again. We shook hands. When we got home Layla and Ginny were chatting away as if they had been friends for years. It was late so I Iocked up for the night, and Layla and Phillipe went to his room. As soon as we were in bed Ginny was holding my limp cock as she told me about Layla. Ginny told me that Layla had told her that they were into swapping back home, and it hadn’t surprised Layla that much that he had found someone to fuck here in England. It did catch her out a little catching him in the act. She also told Ginny that she had enjoyed being fucked on the stairs.
Ginny was due to stay with us for ten days before she had to go home. The first few days she spent just with Phillipe out and about doing the touristy bits. Those night we made love listening to Phillipe giving Layla a good fucking. The third night they stayed in with us and I got some drinks out and Phillipe and I hit the brandy while the women hit some wine. Everyone was at a merry state when I locked up and took Layla’s hand and led her up to our room. Phillip did the same with Ginny. This time I wasn’t in a rush to get into Layla’s pussy as I knew that it would happen, so I went down of her pussy and took my time enjoying it. As Layla and I enjoyed my efforts on her pussy we could hear that Phillipe wasn’t waiting about and we could hear the slapping of their bodies together and Ginny’s load groans.
I brought Layla close to coming before she pushed me away and then she sucked my cock for a short while before telling me she wanted to be fucked. Phillipe had already groaned as he came in my wife, which was just a short while before I slipped my cock into his girlfriend’s pussy. To say it was an athletic fuck would be an understatement. Layla fucked me as much as I fucked her. It was a fabulous ride. After coming in her I had to rest. I think Layla, although she had come, wanted more as she was under the covers sucking my cock. I was a bit surprised at myself as I was getting hard again much quicker than I normally would with Ginny. Talking of Ginny, she was beginning to groan again as Phillipe started to shag her yet again.
Then Layla was getting on her hands and knees, offering her beautiful pussy to me again. I was back up and on her feeding my cock into her hungry pussy. Then Layla and Ginny were almost groaning in unison. I tired to match the pace being set by Phillipe as he slammed into my wife. I couldn’t keep up. Well, I had a number of years on Phillipe. Regardless of age, shortly after Ginny came and Phillipe grunted his coming, I managed to get Layla to come and instantly pumped another load of my cum in her young pussy. I was totally bushed and the next thing I remember was waking with a mouth on my cock. Layla was trying to get me ready for another go. As good as she was, I couldn’t get hard, I put it down to having to get ready for work. We shared a shower and as we dried each other, Layla laughed and told me that I owed her a fuck.
As I left for work, I could hear Ginny groaning again. The rest of her stay Layla slept with Phillipe. I say slept but we heard them many times fucking. Boy did Phillipe have some stamina. Although she never told me I was pretty sure that Phillipe had fucked Ginny even with Layla here. Then we got to their last night. I had hoped for another night with Layla in my bed. The girls had other ideas as they performed a striptease for us. Once they were naked, they cuddled and kissed and stroked each other’s tits. I was a little disappointed that they didn’t go much further, but when they started to undress us that changed. At first Layla was sucking my cock while Ginny sucked Phillipe’s. Then they swapped several times. I was in fear of coming so I pulled Layla into my chair and got between her legs and started to lick her pussy and clitty. Layla was moaning and groaning. Phillipe was now following my lead as he went down on Ginny.
I brought Layla to a deep orgasm that had her shaking as she groaned her way through it. I lifted Layla out of the chair and lowered her onto my cock facing me as I sat in the chair. Layla gasped very loudly as I penetrated her again. Then it was Ginny’s turn to come on Phillipe’s tongue. Phillipe was quickly on and in Ginny before she had even come down from her orgasm. Layla and I were rocking together, and she was holding my head to her tits as I sucked them. The other side of the room Phillipe was banging away at Ginny as if his life depended on it and Ginny was groaning loudly. Both Phillipe and Ginny came first and watched as Layla and I rocked for some while afterwards, building up to a mutual orgasm. When we had recovered, I led Layla up to my room where I fucked her again before falling into a deep sleep.
Next morning, I was woken to the sound of Phillipe fucking Ginny again. I had to get ready for work and Layla shared a shower with me. Then as I was about to leave for work Ginny staggered out looking well and truly fucked and Layla entered Phillipe’s bedroom presumably for another shag. At work things were slow so I decided to return home and see Layla off. I got home just in time to drive her and Ginny to the airport. Phillipe had studies he had to attend. At the airport Layla kissed me saying she hoped to see us again. Then she told Ginny to keep Phillipe out of trouble before disappearing through security.
During the last month or so of Phillipe being with us I watched him on lots of occasions pleasuring my wife. We even got to share her and spit roast her a few times. Then sadly he too was on a plane heading for home. It was about six months later that we had a letter from them saying they were getting married and asked if they could spend their honeymoon with us. We told them we couldn’t wait to see them again.
