Well, it’s been bubbling under the surface now for some time and over dinner one night we talked about the possibility of meeting with another couple and how that would work. Having slept with a number of other men, my wife wouldn’t need much encouragement on her part of the dynamic but would she be open to the prospect of her husband getting intimate with another women? We spoke long into the night and she said that given what I had allowed her to do, it was only fair but she may struggle with it a little, but unless we try then we will never know. After an initial search and some false starts eventually we found a possible match and built up an online relationship with another couple who had dabbled and were in a similar position to us and were looking to explore further.
Jack and Emma are an unmarried professional couple in their early forties. More of a friends with benefits type of arrangement who were exploring together. Jack is straight, about 6 feet tall, with a powerful physique (we nicknamed him Big Jack). Emma, about 5’5 tall and a slim toned body and bicurious. Like us they had invited another man into their bed, but had not met another couple. We got along really well, and they live about half an hour away so not too local, and move in very different circles so a level of discretion too.
We arranged a drinks date and met up in a Country pub. We were both quite nervous but it was just a social so no pressure. It was busy when we arrived and I recognized Jack immediately at a table in the corner. As we approached he got up and greeted us like old friends which really helped. He explained that Emma was in the loo and would be back shortly. I took my wife’s coat and noticed Jack taking in her appearance. Her top exposed a little cleavage and her legs and ass looked lovely in very tight jeans. I could also tell immediately that she liked what she saw.
As we were about to sit down, Emma arrived at the table and Jack introduced her with a smile and a kiss. She was wearing a very short mini skirt, opaque tights and heels and was instantly likeable. My wife glanced at me with a knowing look as if to say ‘I bet you are not disappointed either’.
We all sat and Jack poured a welcome glass of fizz for us and we all clinked glasses. Fast forward a couple of hours and the conversation flowed and we were all having a good time. The subject of having sex with each other was carefully avoided but hinted at a few times. The girls went to the ladies room and Jack and I, alone for the first time, managed a quick exchange confirming that we were both more than happy with each others partner. Would the women feel the same?
We said our goodbyes in the car park and heading home in different directions. We went straight to bed and spoke about the evening. It was no surprise that my wife was pleased with Jack. ‘So you would like to fuck him then? I asked. ‘I would fuck him now if he was here’ she laughed, the evenings wine had removed any inhibitions. ‘And Emma? How do you feel about her and me?’ She thought for a moment before saying ‘Hmmm, can I sleep on it?’
Not wanting to push so that was fine for me. A phone message came through from Jack simply saying ‘It’s a yes from us XX’. The next morning I showed my wife the message and she said well reply and say it’s a definite maybe from us too! I think the thought of Jack between her legs swung it for her and following a long exchange of messages, we arranged another date with them, this time at his home.
It was all happening a bit quickly but it was best to keep the momentum going I thought and we booked a room in a nearby pub and would take a taxi to their house from there. We checked in and had a few drinks in the bar before getting ready. I showered first and then relaxed on the bed to watch my wife getting herself prepared. She wore a fairly low cut top and short skirt, hold up stockings and heels, myself in casual jeans and crisp shirt. Jack was obviously very successful, the house was huge with a short private drive leading to the front door. Emma greeted us in an expensive looking red dress, with her cleavage exposed just enough to get attention. This girl made an effort. She led us to the living room and Jack then appeared and popped open a couple of bottles of wine and we made small talk before sitting in the conservatory. The conversation flowed easily and Jack asked me if I would like to join him for some air outside and leave the girls to chat? Jack said ‘well V is looking mighty fine tonight, what do you think of Em?’ I had to admit that I couldn’t keep my eyes off her tits all night.
When we returned the girls were sat separately on the two sofas in the living room, both fairly merry at this point. Without hesitation Jack went over and sat with my wife. She gave me a look as if to say ‘what the hell’. Presumptuous but I guess he just wanted to move things up a notch. Before I could sit down, Emma left her seat and put on some music and dimmed the lights. ‘Lets dance’ she said and took my hand. I looked across for approval from V, and her expression suggested that it was up to me so I joined Emma and we had a bit of a boogie together with a fair amount of light hearted touching. Glancing past her, Jack and my wife were in deep conversation. She was smiling as he leaned in to her very closely over the loud music. Noting that I was distracted, Emma pulled me in close and wrapped her arms over my shoulders and I placed my hands on her slim waist and we continued dancing. A minute or so passed and I now had my back to Jack and V but wanted to check on her so managed to spin Emma around and could then see them over her shoulder. I watched as Jack took her glass and placed it on the carpet, before bringing my wife’s face to his and placing a kiss on her lips. She responded, tilting her head giving him full access to her mouth and they started to make out on the sofa, his hand caressing up and down her thigh. This quickly escalated, as he lifted her skirt revealing her stocking tops and fondled her peachy ass, as she stroked his rather large looking bulge. My view was short lived as Emma spun me around and on seeing them, asked if I would like to kiss her. Assuming my wife was now fully engaged, I didn’t turn down the invitation. Her lips were full and I could taste her red lipstick as she opened her mouth to push her tongue against mine. It felt incredible. We shuffled to the other sofa, Emma straddled me and we resumed kissing. Looking down her dress had risen up and I could make out her seethru bright pink knickers covering her clearly shaven modesty.
We hadn’t really known what to expect but would we both do this in the same room? The answer soon came as there was movement and I watched Jack take V through the double doors into the conservatory where there were stairs leading up to the bedrooms. This was the moment of truth, and I really needed to speak to my wife before going any further. Emma was understanding and said ‘go see if you need to’ but after a couple of minutes Jack returned on his own and said that V was in the loo and to say that she wasn’t quite ready for this. I was both surprised and unsurprised at the same time. This was a big step for her seeing her husband with another women. Thankfully it wasn’t awkward at all, Jack saying it was fine and we all needed to be comfortable and respectful. In any case it had been a rather good start.
I went to find V and she just said that she was really sorry and that she had let everyone down. I reassured her that it was not the case at all and that the others were fine just getting to first base. This was new to them too and all part of the learning curve. We stayed for another drink and agreed that we would all definitely see each other again when the time was right.
Back at our hotel, my wife almost tripped up the stairs to our room, her desire to get into bed was obvious. As the door closed behind us, she hurriedly lifted her skirt and yanked her knickers off before frantically undoing my jeans which were soon discarded. She lay down on her back and with her skirt around her waist, guided my cock inside her. She was extremely wet. There would be no foreplay, this was not lovemaking, just pure unbridled sex, us both cumming hard almost within seconds. This had obviously been boiling up all night within us both and needed to be released.
The next morning, following a more sensual hour of sex, we showered, dressed and went for breakfast. Checking my phone a message from Jack ‘Hey both, just to say we really enjoyed the starter last night and are looking forward to the main course if you are both happy to. Oh, and we hope you had as much fun as we did afterwards! Xx’. It was nice to know that they were ok with what happened and my wife felt relieved when I showed her.
That night we spoke some more and V was much more relaxed, and asked how far things had gone with Emma and whether I had an erection. I admitted I did but there had been no touching in that department. Knowing I wouldn’t mind, she confessed that she had gone a little further with Jack than I had realised at the time. At some point she had managed to get a feel of his cock and said he felt big and particularly thick. Naturally I was more than happy for Jack to relieve my wife of her knickers but if we saw them both again, she knew that it more than likely would mean Emma and I having sex so was she sure?
As it turned out she was still a little unsure, so a compromise needed to be reached in the meantime although one thing was obvious, I wanted Jack to fuck her and she clearly wanted to be fucked by Jack. We spoke about it and she made the point that if she were to agree to a full ‘wife swap’ she wouldn’t want it to be the first time sleeping with him, as she felt that her mind would be on me and what I was getting up to rather than on him. So I contacted Jack, explained and made a suggestion for the next step.
As well as watching her have sex with other men, I have always enjoyed the build up to one of her meets, but thought it would be interesting to be present, albeit in the background, at one of her dinner or drinks dates and we came up with an idea of how this could work. We would book a hotel with connecting rooms. Jack and my wife would check in as a normal couple and I would be the single travelling businessman who just happened to be occupying the room next door.
As expected, Jack didn’t hesitate to say yes to the proposal but he didn’t want to sneak around and wanted Emma to be aware but said she should be fine about it. Jack mentioned that he wasn’t the only man in her life so didn’t see any reason why she should object and luckily she didn’t.
We booked a busy City hotel and the scene was set. V spent the morning deciding on her choice of clothes, lingerie and some pampering to make sure her intimate areas would be irresistible. We met Jack at a bar at lunchtime and kissing her goodbye, I handed over my wife to him for safe keeping and drove myself to the hotel. After checking in, I relaxed at the hotel pool and sauna for an hour or so thinking of nothing else but the night ahead. A message came through from her saying they would be there about 3 o’clock. Positioning myself at the seating area in the reception, I awaited their arrival.
Right on cue, her and Jack walked past me, both just giving me a quick glance of acknowledgment, before checking in. Jack carried their bags to the lift and I watched the doors close on them. We had agreed beforehand that as difficult as it may be, anything sexual would have to wait until that night so after a quick turnround they appeared again and headed through the exit together. This turned out to be a little shopping and drinks trip. It made sense for me to freshen up now rather than later as I didn’t want to miss anything. Around 5 o’clock I went to the hotel bar and scoured the room and found them on a sofa, Jack pouring some champagne. After buying a drink I managed to find a table close enough to see them but not in their direct line of sight. They sat, drank and talked like any regular couple away for the night and they became closer as time ticked by, her hand finding a resting place on his thigh, a brief kiss here and there. This was perfect.
It was now close to 6pm, and they both stood. My wife picked up her handbag, straightened her skirt, and slowly walked away. She was obviously going to get ready for dinner. Jack took himself to the bar and sat on a stool. We did our best to ignore each other and an hour passed until Jack also left no doubt to get himself ready. It was then the long wait for their return.
Eventually they walked in together, Jack in chinos and a fitted dark blue shirt, his hand on the small of her back ushering her gently forward. I looked her up and down, no doubt along with other men in the busy dimly lit bar. Her lace black dress was tight fitting, showing plentiful but not too much cleavage and short enough to display her stockinged legs, ending in a pair of high heels. She took a high seat at the bar and crossed her legs, her dress riding up to reveal plenty of thigh. She looked around and finally caught my eye, raised her glass discreetly and smiled before resuming her attention to Jack who stood beside her. They were getting along just fine, their hands brushing each other as they chatted.
I ordered some food and a bottle and relaxed into the evening at my bar table. Jack and V left the bar to take a table across the room in the restaurant area but still just about in view, and settled into their dinner date. She was enjoying herself from what I could see, smiling and laughing, with Jack no doubt perfecting his seduction techniques and thinking about unwrapping her. Time seemed to pass very slowly, all part of the experience and eventually, they headed back to the bar, standing together, his hand now around her waist. The barman handed Jack a bottle of wine and my wife accepted a light kiss to her lips, and they walked through to the lift and upwards to their room.
5 minutes later I was in the adjoining room listening intently. I opened the connecting door from my side and could hear soft music playing. Quietly trying the door to their room, it was unlocked and gently pushing it open slightly, could see them standing by the bed. Clearly they were both in no mood to wait any longer. My wife had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he was holding her close, his hands on her hips. Their lips were locked together, heads tilted, tongues exploring as they kissed intensely. Jack broke off and his mouth met her neck, her fingers running through his hair. This really induces her to become wet between the legs. His hands worked on her ass, squeezing gently and then raising her dress enough to expose her stocking tops and barely there black knickers. Her breathing was starting to quicken, as he slowly unzipped her dress and slipped the shoulder straps down over her arms. Her breasts were begging to be released, and he expertly removed her bra as she unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom exposing his firm muscular torso.
She stepped out of her dress as it dropped to the floor, and Jack took a moment to admire her body, before leaning in to suck on her nipples as she rubbed the bulge in his trousers tugging at the buttons, yearning to feel his flesh. He helped her relieve him of his trousers and white boxers, shoes and socks and stood naked. His cock was raging hard, thick and long and asking for her touch. She duly obliged and took hold and gently ran her fingers along his shaft.
She nudged him back on to the bed and straddled him, lightly kissing down his chest until she was now up close and personal with his swollen dick. Taking her time, she kissed and caressed his heavy balls, a hand wrapped around his length. He must have been ready to burst and pulled at her hair as she edged from its base towards the head. I watched intently as she finally opened her mouth wide taking his cock between her lips and began sucking him slowly.
Unsurprisingly, Jack had been waiting all day for this moment and after a few minutes, was visibly on the brink. Recognizing the signs, holding the first few inches in her mouth she then masturbated him until with a quiet growl, Jack fired his seed between her lips with her full consent. She gagged a little as she accepted every ounce as he pumped everything into her mouth. Releasing his cock, she swallowed hard and climbed up to meet him and they kissed passionately.
With some urgency, Jack now took full control. His hand reached into her knickers, feeling the warmth of her bare pussy for the first time and she let out a loud gasp as his fingers met her clitoris and burrowed into her wet hole. Raising her ass, he grabbed the black satin and lace, and peeled her panties down to her ankles and her thighs sprang apart as they were discarded. Jack instantly shifted his position to move his mouth from hers, to between her legs and went to work with his tongue, devouring her now fully exposed pussy. She began writhing and breathing heavily as he kissed, sucked and nibbled every part of her moist opening. The gasping became louder and high pitched as he brought her to the verge, and with a shriek she tensed as an orgasm flushed through her body.
Jack emerged from between her thighs, licking his lips. Up onto his knees, holding his now hard again cock and pointing it tantalizingly close to her sweet spot. She glanced at him, and spread her legs wider signaling her readiness to submit to him. ‘You want this?’ he teased. ‘Just fuck me, fuck me please’ she pleaded breathlessly. Her back arched and head fell backwards as he penetrated her with the entire length of his cock. Their eyes focused on each other and Jack got straight down to the business of screwing her. Slow at first, to make sure she was comfortable with his size, he gained momentum and raised the temperature in the room. My wife does not swear often, but as Jack began long vigorous strokes, driving his weapon home time after time, between the moans of pleasure I heard her whimper ‘fucking hell……., your dick is massive’. This spurred an instinct in him to go harder and faster. Her legs were trembling as she received an unrelenting fuck, his balls slapping loudly with each thrust into her, the sound of her squeals only stifled when his tongue darted into her mouth.
Turning over, he was still inside her as he maneuvered her on top. Her breasts bounced as she leaned back, hands on his thighs for balance, taking him deep inside her and riding him. Things were building up to a finish as her arms reached up behind her head, and with eyes closed, she let out a scream of overwhelming lust as she climaxed hard, tightening around his cock, which set Jack off towards the finish line. Flipping her over onto all fours, parting her legs, he entered her from behind, and she gripped hard on a pillow. Holding the finish for a few more minutes and hammering with all his might, with one final drive, my wife felt the fruits of his labour gush into her.
Exhausted, he collapsed onto her, both of their bodies glistening in the soft light. A post coital kiss later, he withdrew slowly from her full pussy and lay by her side pulling her in close. Gently pulling the door, hard enough for them to hear, I closed their side with a click and retired to the bed to reflect on the display of unadulterated raw sex.
Half an hour or so later there was a light tapping on the connecting door. I opened to see my wife in a white bathrobe and she crossed the threshold into my room. I could hear the shower running in the background. Without a word she opened her arms for a long hug. ‘Just checking you are ok, do you want me to stay with you?’ she asked. Desperate to fuck her I was tempted but wanted this to continue as planned and said that I think it would be nice for her to spend the night with Jack. This needed very little persuasion, and after a goodnight kiss I watched her shuffle back through the door, turning with a wry smile at the last moment. ‘keep it unlocked’ I reminded her as she departed.
Wide awake listening intently, within half an hour, I heard movement and voices next door and tiptoed across to get closer. Things were warming up again by the sound of my wife’s unmistakable moans. Giving them a few minutes, I opened the door again, just enough to get a be able to take in the view. The timing was perfect. On the bed, she lay on her side facing my direction, and Jack was behind her, his hand on a breast, the other warming up her pussy. She turned her head so they could kiss as he lifted her leg over his and positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. I love this moment. Adjusting his position slightly the head of his cock slipped effortlessly into her and she let out a gasp as the entire length followed. Holding one leg in the air, he fucked her sideways from behind, his tongue driving into her mouth. Her hand dropped down to play with her clitoris as she welcomed his 8 inches inside. Becoming more and more vigorous with each thrust, Jack was visibly loving having his cock completely immersed by this married women’s pussy.
Her breathing quickened, a gasp each time she felt a powerful push from behind. Finding her voice my wife cried ‘God I’m cumming, I’m cumming’ and lost in his steady rhythm, her eyes closed and her body shuddered as he brought her to orgasm. Unrelenting, Jack gave her no respite and now fucked her harder, priming himself for the finale. He was close, and after the next stroke withdrew and in one motion moved her onto her back and knelt beside her. The invitation for her to finish it for him was obvious and my wife instinctively took his pulsating cock into her mouth as he gripped it firmly in place. Seconds later, pulling out, and with her hand warming his balls, Jack erupted a creamy jet which spewed out across her face and over her breasts. It seemed endless but then with a final burst he was done. Her face splattered in cum, she welcomed his cock back into her mouth to mop up any last drops before he released himself and flopped exhausted onto the bed. As he nestled into her, I closed the door and left them to recover. I quite rightly assumed that this would be the closing act for tonight.
Satisfied, I slept soundly until around 7 a.m. waking to the familiar sound of my wife giving herself to Jack again. Her appetite for his hard thick cock was unrelenting it seemed and this time I left it to my imagination rather than look in on them.
He left early and she joined me in my bed. Her body had the typical hallmarks of recent hot blooded sex. Red and pink flashes across her skin. After an hour or so of sleep, her thighs would be open again, this time for her husbands enjoyment.
At home that night, the plan for our next encounter was made and we wouldn’t be waiting long for it to come into fruition. Part 2 to follow.
