Deception That Worked Out

I recorded Bill's story in June of '88. I have to admit to enhancing the intimate exchanges since he wasn't the best at describing his feelings. One of my good friends had given him the massage lessons so I knew what it must have been like. I was curious about how Georgia felt about the deception so I asked her to tell me her story about two months later. She's much more open in expressing her feelings {and a very good lay, I must admit}. I realize that deception isn't right but in those days swinging was not as well developed as today.

Bill’s proposition {As told to Rusty}

Through 22 years of marriage, it has become quite apparent to me that I’d simply not been satisfying my wife, Georgia, in bed. I improved my hygiene, studied techniques, and tried just about everything I could to interest her but she simply believed that sex is much ado about nothing. This situation just wasn’t tenable to a high testosterone guy like me but I just couldn’t really justify affairs and I’m too concerned about sexually transmitted disease to try the prostitute scene. I figured that it was most likely her low sex drive was because I wasn’t fulfilling her needs on other levels. Maybe I’m just a rotten lover.

One morning I was surfing the web and found an advert for a swingers club that was only about twenty minutes from our home. The whole concept of swinging sounded exciting, especially in my sexually deprived state.

I felt bad about lying to Fred and Joan, the host couple, saying that I was divorced, to get into the parties as a single in the first place but I was pretty hard up after years of a sexless marriage. At first, I was just after exposure to people who enjoyed sex and some sexual release.

There wasn’t much action for a non-pushy single guy at the on premises house party until Judy 3 gave me a lesson in erotic massage that blew my mind. Later, I offered to give a massage to Mira, a rather nice looking Hispanic Brunette. She wasn’t feeling particularly sexy and her husband was off in the group room at the time. The offer was half in jest but she took me up on it. She laid down on her tummy on one of the futons wearing only a thin cotton zip-down-the-front dress while I got down on my knees to her side. I started with working her shoulders and neck until she relaxed then mussed up her short, fine dark hair with a fingertip scalp massage. She seemed to like that a lot. Then I went back to her back and massaged from her shoulders to the top of her butt. I lightly tickled her back until she started to squirm a little then scratched her back lightly all except right down the middle. The scratching relieved some of the tickling but not all the way. After repeating that several times she was begging me to scratch where she hadn’t had any relief. When I finally did scratch where she needed it she moaned softly in relief. All the time, I talked to her softly, telling her how lovely she was.

I remembered that she had complained about having been on her feet all day so when I went down and gave her a foot rub she almost purred. I got her to turn over on her back so I could put her feet in my lap to massage them better. Of course her dress rode up almost to her waist and she smiled when I mentioned that I could see something wonderful. She did like that foot rub. I made sure she saw me pull out a handy-wipe and clean my hands when I left her feet and kneeled over her.

I ran my finger-tips lightly over her repeatedly from her face to her knees, making sure I spent a little extra time at her lovely breasts, but avoiding her pubic region except to brush lightly over her pubic hair each time I went by. I kissed her neck and blew warm air over her breasts, all the while whispering to her about how lovely she was. And it was the truth. On one of the trips I took her zipper in my hand and asked her “OK?” She hmmmmed lightly and smiled. With one hand I slowly pulled the zipper down and followed the zipper with light finger touches of my other hand. Before long she was lying there in all her beautiful glory. I had to back off a bit and take her all in with my ravenous eyes, still running my fingers over her. I thanked her profusely for allowing me to touch her. She smiled. I asked her if I could kiss her nipple she nodded and I did but I didn’t stop there. I kissed her everywhere from her chin to her navel, kissing and licking lightly. She seemed to like it.

My fingers found her pubic hair and she opened her legs to give me better access. I brushed my fingers lightly from one thigh to the other, just alighting softly on her pussy as I passed by. Of course I continued to kiss and lick her wherever she seemed to respond well… which seemed to be everywhere.

She had been squirming and moaning lightly for quite some time when I whispered, blowing lightly into her ear, asking if I might kiss her down below. She nodded and I kissed my way down slowly, still playing my hands all over her. She seemed to like it when I nuzzled her pubic hair. She squirmed a lot when I kissed and nibbled her outer lips. I ran my tongue ever so lightly all over her pussy and she heaved her hips, pushing herself into my face. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her bum to make her a little more available and moved down between her legs, putting my arms around her hips to play her breasts while I enjoyed my feast. I let her know again that I was enjoying myself immensely, telling her how good she made me feel. She told me she felt very good too.

I went from slow soft touching, at first avoiding her clit, concentrating on her labia and vagina entrance but as she seemed to be getting excited I soon graduated to a regular lick on her clit then finally, I sucked as much of her pussy into my mouth as I could, just loving the taste and the feelings, I couldn’t stop, not until she began to moan. Of course, I kept up my stimulation of her breasts with my hands while my lips and tongue enjoyed their visit to the most wonderful place in the world.

Over a period of what must have been several minutes, she made the most wonderful guttural noises while she shuddered over and over again. I could feel her vagina pulsing rhythmically, in time with her moans. Her hip thrusts grew stronger and stronger making me lose contact with what at that moment was the most important thing in the world to me. Her orgasm culminated in a kind of a squeal that died off after a moment or two and with three massive heaves of her hips. She pulled away from me and relaxed all over. She then seemed to enjoy it when I lightly kissed her labia but she didn’t let me get inside of her with my tongue. She was done so I kissed my way up to her neck and snuggled into her, holding her tightly for a while.

I told her how wonderful she had made me feel and snuggled in more tightly like two spoons in a drawer. We lay like that for quite some time, my hands on her breasts, ignoring the people who had been watching us. I said a few inconsequential things and so did she. After a few moments she squirmed around to face me and told me it was my turn. She pulled off my T shirt and pulled my pants and boxers off, then pulled her arms out of her dress. She kneeled down on hands and knees and began to kiss my now floppy prick. Needless to say, I was thrilled to the core. Seeing her breasts dangling so sexily inspired me to move her hips around so I could nibble her again. She was so soft and moist that I reveled in eating her while she did the most wonderful things in the world to me, making my soft little prick grow hard and big. I tried to hold off my orgasm but when she moaned and shuddered I couldn’t help myself and four sucks later I was coming like I’d never cum before. It shook me all over like a dog shakes a chew toy. I had never felt better in my life.

Finally, after having collapsed into her arms again we both told each other that it had been great and that we’d love to do it again some time.

I guess that little dalliance set a precedence. That erotic massage Judy taught me became my schtick, allowing me to connect a couple of times per party. Sometimes I’d get a blow job or 69, sometimes I’d get a screw, sometimes nothing but delightful cunnilingus, but I enjoyed it all very much. It was the way a single guy could get accepted in the group. Finally, after all those years I got to be sexually active.

On the way home from one of the parties an idea occurred to me. I wondered if there were a way to get Georgia turned around so that she could enjoy sex and I wouldn’t have to go to swing parties for release. Better yet, wouldn’t it be great if she’d go to the parties with me? Then I realized who I was talking about. I put the idea aside as ridiculous until I met Frank and Sally at the next party.

It wasn’t hard to like Frank and Sally a lot. They had watched my first erotic massage and Sally had let me give her one on another occasion. I had to consider them the most compatible couple in the group. About the same age as we are, both rather good looking, the kicker was that they were both into gardening and crafts. Besides all that they were very nice.

By this time I had finally admitted that I was married. That made a lot of people rather unhappy with me, justifiably. While talking to them over wine and cheese, watching a couple do a very erotic dance, they were on my case about either bringing Georgia into the picture or giving up swinging since it really wasn’t right, what I’d been doing. Frank remarked on seeing her picture that a fox like her would be very popular with the group. I asked him if he’d be willing to seduce her, at least partially in jest. He laughed and said “in a heartbeat.” Sally recalled that she was not at all in favor of swinging before they had started so she could understand where Georgia was coming from. We talked about it for several minutes before I presented the simple proposal to them. I would paint the outside of their house free if they would work at seducing my wife. A crazy proposition? Perhaps, but it appeared to be wonderful opportunity. Sally issued a devilish laugh and admitted to a certain pleasure in doing something so devious. They offered to help me out for nothing but it was worth it to put one of my crews on their house to show my gratitude.

Sally would befriend Georgia and get her to open up about her feelings about sex. She would let Frank and me know what was bothering her and suggest what to do about it. The four of us would get together to do fun things and we’d find a way to get Georgia to lower her barriers and maybe Frank could use his tremendous personality to loosen her up

Living just a few blocks from us, it was easy to arrange a “chance” meeting at a village craft show. I arranged for the four of us to be together in a workshop on garden landscaping where we introduced ourselves as if we had never met. We all had lunch together and, as I had thought, we all got on famously together. On days when Frank and I would go to the commons to play soccer, Georgia and Sally would do crafts and talk. Apart from the agreement, we clicked together and got to be very good friends. Just getting out regularly with Sally and Frank helped Georgia and me a lot . She became more willing to cuddle and hug but she still didn’t feel like making love with me.

One evening we were at a restaurant together and Frank asked Georgia if she’d like to try out the small dance floor they had. She was hesitant but assented and appeared to be having a wonderful time dancing with him. Towards the end of the evening and after a couple of drinks they were dancing rather close and cozy. Three days later when I came over to their place for another threesome, I got an earful from Sally. I hate to show my incompetence in dancing so I’ve kind of avoided it. Well, Georgia loves to dance and has taken it as a personal affront that I don’t dance with her. It had never occurred to me that dancing might be a big part of the problem between us but Sally set me straight and even gave me a couple of lessons. Sally also hinted at some personal issues Georgia had which related to her very strict Catholic upbringing and something that happened in high school to her. She gave me some ideas on how to bring her out but really didn’t tell me what the problems were. She said it would be better if we worked those things out together.

While I was off on a business trip Sally, Frank, and Frank’s brother Rudy took Georgia out dancing. Rudy is also a regular at the swingers club so he gladly went along with the situation. Between the two of them and another couple of drinks things got very sexually charged. The next day when I got back from Chicago, she actually consented to make love with me but didn’t tell me about the dancing date. She was probably feeling a bit guilty. The first time she’d willingly made love to me in months.

Later, Telling me about the dancing evening, Sally intimated that She and Frank and Rudy had a great threesome after they dropped Georgia at home.

After that things got much better. The four of us went dancing several times and Georgia was absolutely thrilled that I’d dance with her. I did notice that she’d gotten particularly attached to Frank when they danced. She really liked him but Sally warned me not to get too demonstrative with her for fear that jealousy would ruin things.

One day I found a copy of the book Sensuous Woman hidden under Georgia’s side of the bed. I asked Sally and she told me that she and Georgia were going through it, looking for their sensuous areas and practices. I couldn’t complain about that since she was saying yes to sex once in a while.

During this time I was visiting Sally and Frank about once a week to find out how things were going and to get some practical lessons from Sally. She had Georgia over for a swim several times. Georgia wore a swim suit at first but eventually consented to skinny dip with her. One afternoon Frank just happened to show up during a skinny dip and joined them before Georgia knew what was happening. Tremendous embarrassment at first but with lots of gentle persuasion by Sally, they ended the afternoon sipping wine in the buff around the pool. That really freaked me out. Georgia won’t let me see her naked, she’d only snuggle in the dark.

Having been traveling again that week, the first inkling I got was when Georgia didn’t have a royal fit when I walked in on her after a shower. A few days later they allowed me to join them in a skinny dip.

Frank finally broke the ice a couple of weeks later. The three of them were by the pool. He had been demonstrating to both of them how to do the tango when the phone rang. It was Sally’s Sister. She had to leave immediately dressed and rushed off. Again, they had been sipping something alcoholic and it seemed OK to continue dancing together. The music was very involving. That day, it didn’t go any further than heavy petting but Georgia was hooked on Frank. She didn’t tell me what had happened but she actually initiated sex with me that night when I got home from work. Guilty feelings again? Sally thought it was that plus pent up sexual energy.

Two days later Georgia went over there when Sally was gone and finally had sex with Frank. She was terribly guilty and terribly nice to me for several days. Finally, she talked to Sally about it and she set her mind at ease. Sally told her that they had been sharing with other couples for several years and it was OK with her if she shared Frank. At first Georgia was shocked but eventually she considered that she had dallied with Frank and that their swinging took the sting out of her adultery. Shortly after that Frank came home and joined their skinny dip and got to fondle and hug both of them. That, in turn, led to a real threesome in which he got to eat and screw both of them. She turned out liking it so much that she came back every day for a week for another threesome. I was getting horny listening to Sally describe the visits but Georgia was screwing me too almost every day.

Georgia was afraid to tell me what had happened so she asked Sally to talk to me. She was afraid that if Frank told me I’d get violent. Sally invited me to her place to “reason with me” leaving Georgia and Frank at the mall. Well, it didn’t take Sally long to convince me that sharing was OK. She even shared a pleasant 69 with me. Calling Frank on his cell phone brought them back almost immediately to find us clothed on the front room couch waiting for them. She hugged me and I let her know that I understood and that I was willing to try her new lifestyle.

It took us two minutes to shuck all our clothes and engage in a big group hug and do some fondling while we were at it. Frank suggested that we consummate our new relationship together on their King Size bed. Georgia looked at me with a scared smile. I smiled back and nodded, trying not to seem too eager.

Even though I had set all this up and this was the objective, I felt a huge pang of jealousy seeing Frank playing with Georgia It rose to a peak when his cock slid slowly into her vagina. She looked up at me and mouthed “OK?” with a quizzical expression. I had to think a moment before I nodded OK to her. She relaxed then and closing her eyes, she drew him to her and began to respond to his hip thrusts with her own. She had always been absolutely silent with me in sex but she began to coo and humm and say yessssss to him.

Seeing the final agreement, Sally took me by my limp cock and led me to the bed. We settled in to a wonderful 69 in which I led her to a very noisy climax and she raised my cock to rock hardness. I had just moved around to lick Sally’s tits and then kiss her when Georgia exploded in an incredibly loud, vocal orgasm. She squirmed around and moaned and even screamed a little. I’d never done that for her. She watched out of half closed eyes while I slipped my cock into Sally’s ready pussy and began to thrust slowly. Sally and Frank had taught me how to hold off and to take my time. I lasted much longer than I had been used to with Georgia, waiting until Sally came, very actively, before dropping my load deeply inside her.

I rolled off next to Georgia and took her hand. She kissed me. Almost at the same instant we both said “Thanks.”

Over the next few weeks I used everything I’d learned to help her to enjoy having her pussy eaten. Frank helped there too. And Frank taught her to love cocksucking, much to my delight. We started out coming over almost every night for a foursome but between our finally having good sex together and their getting worn out it trailed off to once or twice a week. After a few months I couldn’t keep the secret any longer and I told her that I’d asked Sally and Frank to seduce her. She was mad…. A kind of a happy mad but she soon got over it. We’re both looking forward to our first swing party together this Saturday night.

Georgia’s story {As told to Rusty}

We met Frank and Sally at a craft show in the village and seemed to instantly click with each other. It’s not often that a couple clicks with both of us but we shared so many interests. Bill volunteered to help them maintain their crafts web page and I got to try all kinds of wonderful crafts with Sally. It was a great match.

Sally and Frank were very uninhibited. Both of them embarrassed me with their humor sometimes but they meant well and nothing they said was really offensive so I would blush a little and laugh. Actually their jokes were kind of funny once I got over the embarrassment.

Having grown up Catholic and having been molested by one of my high school teachers, sex had never meant much to me. It was just for reproduction. I never understood Bill’s seemingly insatiable desire to make love. Once the kids came I didn’t have the energy for sex and Bill finally seemed to understand. He mostly left me alone.

It was clear that Frank didn’t leave Sally alone. They would talk openly of having a dalliance by the pool or in the kitchen. After a while, these stories didn’t bother me too much. I sensed that they did bother Bill though. Sometimes he would come home from their house obviously interested in sex but I was too tired.

One evening while Bill and Frank were huddled around the computer Sally joked that Frank had been sneaking a touch and a fondle here and there while our backs had been turned. She grinned wickedly as she mentioned the fun they’d have after we’d gone home. I asked her, point blank, if she enjoyed sex. She sat me down and told me just how much enjoyment she got out of it. She told me about the pleasure of being close, of the wonderful orgasms, and the fact that satisfying sex kept Frank very happy and loving all the time. She told me that what had started out as her doing things to please Frank turned into incredibly mutually satisfying pleasure. She described several things he did to make her feel wonderful. She could tell that I didn’t share her understanding. That began a series of very in-depth discussions which began to change my mind about how to think about sex. Evidently there was more to it than what the Nuns told us in Catholic school.

One afternoon, a few days later Sally gave me a copy of a book The Sensuous Woman by J. She asked me to read it carefully and to do all the exercises. They were really off the wall and it wasn’t until I’d gone back and talked to Sally about them that I took the exercises seriously. Sally embarrassed me by demonstrating a couple of them for me but it did show me that there was some pleasure there.

About this time, the last hard frost was over and Frank filled their pool. Their house is on a hill with fences and hedges all around, very cozy. Sally had me over for a swim so I wore my modest one piece suit under my clothes. She told me to go out and get ready and she would bring some drinks. I was standing there in my swimsuit when she walked out stark naked. I tried to take it into account but I was stiff as a board. I couldn’t get used to it at first. But Sally just dove into the pool and waved to me to join her. The water was delightfully warm as opposed to the cold morning air under the overcast so I soon kind of got used to the idea even though I’d never seen a naked woman before. I supposed it was OK…. For her.

By the third or fourth time I came over I had gotten used to her skinny dipping. Once, Frank came home and joined us in the pool, naked of course. I made an excuse and left rather quickly. That experience gave me a rather quirky feeling. I knew I shouldn’t stay and I shouldn’t look but Frank is such a nice guy. He’s kind and nice to me. I suppose I looked a little more than I should have.

One evening we had a wonderful time. We went out to dinner and Frank danced with me several times. Of course, Bill didn’t, but I had a great time. Bill has humiliated me several times at dances so I don’t even ask him to go where there is dancing. I closed my eyes and dreamed of dancing all night with Frank.

A week or so later, I met Rudy, Frank’s brother, who was in town for a meeting. They invited me to make it a foursome to go dancing while Bill was traveling for the company. It was heavenly. I danced with Frank and Rudy and … I guess I danced mostly with Frank. I apologized to Sally for monopolizing him but she just smiled and told me that she enjoyed dancing with Rudy too. Somehow, when they dropped me off at home I had the strangest feelings. I hoped that I wasn’t falling for Frank. But he was so nice to me. Bill got home the next night and as usual, he asked for sex. For some reason, it seemed a good idea at the time. I even enjoyed it, especially since Bill cuddled with me afterwards.

I met Sally working in her front yard when I was walking to the craft store from the bus. She invited me in for some ice water. Both of us were hot and sweaty from the heat and she suggested a dip in the pool. I demurred. I’d not brought my suit. She convinced me to try a skinny dip. She promised not to look until I was in the pool. I was surprised at the feeling of freedom without the suit. I kind of liked it, especially after the second glass of wine she served. I’d gotten used to seeing her nude around the pool and, heaven knows, even a modest suit doesn’t hide the imperfections of a 44 year old woman. Besides, it gave me a kind of a wicked feeling to be cavorting around with nothing on. In retrospect, I suspect that the possibility of Frank accidentally seeing me nude added to the excitement but I wouldn’t have admitted it at the time. That settled it. From that time on, we skinny dipped.

A couple of days later, Frank surprised us by walking out with nothing on while Sally and I were finishing off our standard two glasses of wine. Both of them laughed at me when I crossed my legs and covered myself but eventually, I got used to being naked with them by the pool. I blamed the alcohol at first, but it was really those crazy feelings I’d been having whenever Frank was around. Those feelings made me want to do things I didn’t or hadn’t wanted to do. I felt guilty about the feelings, I felt guilty enjoying the exercises from The Sensuous Woman but I justified it in my mind by allowing Bill to make love to me once in a while. The funny thing was, I was enjoying making love too. Had Bill learned to make love better, he said he’d read a book, or was I just more receptive? Strange things were happening inside me.

The four of us went dancing and I was overwhelmed that Bill actually danced with me. He really danced with me and seemed to enjoy it. He didn’t make fun of me. He danced with me. That led to more funny strange feelings inside me. They were especially strange in that I really enjoyed dancing more with Frank. I hoped that Sally wouldn’t notice.

I was a little put off when Sally suggested that we invite Bill for a skinny dip with us. I didn’t think we should. How could I tell him that after all those years I’d gotten over my modesty fixation. She talked me into it and it wasn’t all that bad. In fact it was fun. I couldn’t resist comparing Bill to Frank. I suppose Bill compared me to Sally too. Bill agreed that skinny dipping was a freeing feeling. In the back of my mind, though, it didn’t hurt that Frank and I were getting to see each other naked and nobody could blame us.

One afternoon, Frank, Sally and I were practicing some new dance steps and Sally suddenly had to attend to some important family matter. I should have left too but I wanted to learn the step so I stayed. Both of us were wearing just chenille robes and the dancing was close. Before I knew what was happening we were kissing and I had the most wonderful feelings running through me. I felt like I was floating with butterflies in my stomach. His hand found my breast and I wanted so much to respond, I wanted to make mad passionate love to him. I could feel a hot curtain come over me, a wave of desire. But suddenly the desire turned to a cold chill and I ran inside, got into my clothes and literally ran to the car, riddled with guilt.

The guilt grew but so did the desire. When Bill got home I enticed him into the bedroom and made love to him, pretending it was Frank. I really enjoyed it but I really wanted Frank, too. Over the next few days the guilt receded just as the desire grew. I called Frank and tried to act nonchalant, just chatting but he could tell I had something on my mind. He let me know that Sally was gone for the day and that I could come over if I needed to talk. In my twitterpated mood I said that a swim would feel very good.

My mind was a turmoil as I walked to his house. He greeted me in a robe and led me to the pool. I took my shorts and blouse off and asked him to help with my bra strap. His fingers burned holes in my back and I couldn’t move. He slipped my bra off and his fingers just brushed against my boobs. I couldn’t help myself. I turned and held him tightly, nuzzling my face into his neck. He took my chin in his fingers, lifting it up to kiss my lips lightly. “Are you sure?” He asked, knowing that I was too far gone to refuse, knowing that’s why I was there, knowing what we were going to do.

I shivered massively when I felt his manhood press against my pubis. He swept me away completely and for the first time in my life I experienced the ultimate pleasure of sex. Please don’t ask me what happened, I was just carried off on a cloud and I didn’t come down until I awoke in his arms, lying on the big quilt they kept on the shelf of the pool cabinet.

At first I didn’t know where I was, just that I was very happy but then the sun in my eyes just over the fence startled me. Sally was due home any time. I jumped up, feeling incredible fear and without putting on my bra or panties I pulled my shorts and blouse on, slipped my feet into my sandals and ran home as fast as I could. Sitting breathlessly at the dining table the fear turned to guilt, the kind of solid Catholic guilt that Our Lady’s school had drummed into me.

I tried to assuage the guilt by making love to Bill when he returned from his trip but it only helped partially. He did thank me profusely for making love to him and complemented me on having become such a great lover. I think he was learning a few things too. I actually did enjoy sex with him even when I wasn’t thinking of the guilt.

I didn’t talk to Frank or Sally for quite a while, I was afraid I’d let something slip. Sally came over a few days later to see if I was OK. I was trying not to say anything about being with Frank, just talking about nothing bur Sally took my hands and smiled. “I know that you and Frank got it on the other day. It’s OK.” She explained that she and Frank often share with other couples and that it was OK if I wanted to share him with her. We had a long, long talk then walked over to her place for a swim. Frank was there waiting for us by the pool, wearing that same chenille robe. I just stood there, transfixed, looking at him. Finally, Sally broke the ice by pulling Frank’s robe off and beginning to undress. She laughed and told me to get undressed too. They had some things to show me. And they did, too.

I had my first orgasm ever from cunnilingus on their king sized bed while Sally rode Frank like a cowgirl. He then brought me to a wonderful climax with his penis inside me then unloaded his testicles into me for the second time… or I guess it was the third. Sally enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, and Frank really enjoyed it.

The next few days I practically lived at their house, I was enjoying myself so much. Then when Bill got home I would go to bed with him too and top off the evening. I was still guilty but Bill enjoyed the sex so much that he had nothing to complain about. He was even helping around the house so much he didn’t notice that I had no time for housework.

After a week of monopolizing Frank and Sally, Sally suggested that we ought to invite Bill into our little group. I knew he would shoot me and Frank too if he found out I was playing around. Both of them assured me that he was ready. Sally chuckled that I should pay closer attention to how he looked at her when they were skinny dipping. I insisted that Sally tell him. I didn’t want him to do anything bad to Frank. Both Sally and Frank laughed but agreed. It took her less than an hour to convince him and within a few minutes of our coming home we were naked and hugging one another very erotically, ending up in the arms of each others’ spouses. I lost it again and had his penis deep inside me before I looked up and saw a look of I don’t know what on his face. I wanted Frank very badly and asked him, please? He finally nodded and I let myself go for another wonderful experience.

It didn’t take Bill long to get with the program. As I was recovering from my explosion with Frank, Bill went from a 69, moving around to slip it into Sally. I lay there in the afterglow, marveling at Bill’s staying power. He brought Sally to a very nice climax before he ejaculated.

We’ve shared with Sally and Frank a lot since that momentous night. We even went to their club twice, swapping with a total of three other couples. I love it.! I just love it. To think, I’ve been avoiding this all these years. I was really pissed off when I finally found out about the trick they played on me and I’m going to pay the three of them back for tricking me into swapping but I’m surely glad they did.