Swingtime

My name is Beth. I’m a married woman of 35 with two beautiful daughters, living in a pleasant suburb of Cleveland.

I confess, it feels completely out of character to be sitting down to write this story. I can’t imagine who might read it. I hope my experience might be of help to a woman like myself who has found she is stuck in the same old routines of home, kids, etc. Perhaps it may help her find new possibilities in her life and in her relationship with her husband.

Since I have always been a very sexual person, I thought that my life would always be full of erotic adventures. I didn’t see why, even as a married woman, sex should ever have to be dull or uninspiring.

I love Scott. He is a wonderful husband and father. He is also very attractive. We have had a good life for the past ten years and plenty of good sex. But between managing the house, the kids and my career, I have been exhausted most of the time.

I have always had a weight problem. Scott would not agree, but after all, Scott's taste in women have always veered toward women of generous proportions. I have always tried to keep an exercise routine and watch my diet. I’ve also tried to maintain a healthy attitude about my body, but that is a challenge these days. Although my extra pounds had never been much of a problem in the past, I was starting to feel unattractive. This only aggravated my anxiety about the direction my sex life with Scott had been heading.

Brian and Nancy were another married couple Scott and I have known for years. I met Nancy at a night-course we were taking as a requirement for our sales careers at a large paint company. Nancy was a doll. We seemed to have a lot in common and became very close. When we began to get together socially as couples, Brian and Scott immediately clicked, and we were all soon best friends.

Brian and Nancy were a lovely couple; very affectionate and thoughtful toward each other and toward us. For example, when we moved to a new home, they were among the few friends who kept their word and showed up to help us load the moving truck.

The day we moved into our house was very special. But I was unprepared for what happened when I found myself alone in an empty bedroom with Brian. He had been working hard all morning, pleasant and good humored as always.

I was surprised by how close I felt to Brian. Over the years, we found we shared a natural short-hand in the way we talked. I sometimes felt we 'got each other' better than our own spouses did.

I was big with child at the time, so I had been forbidden to do any heavy lifting. Nancy and Scott had gone off to pick up lunch.

As I stood there, watching Brian wrestle a mattress into place, I couldn't help feeling a deep wave of gratitude for his help and friendship. I found myself wanting to show him how much I appreciated his presence in our lives. As I approached him, I wasn't sure if I intended to give him a hug, or a kiss on the cheek. Without a word, Brian turned to meet my face, and we kissed. Before I knew it, we shared a series of long sweet kisses. Brian was a sensuous man and I was soon entranced by the magic feeling of his mouth on mine. It had been years since I'd found myself necking with a man other than Scott, and I experienced waves of excitement not felt since I was a girl. Brian's arms held my waist and he pulled me close, but gently, so as not to put strain on my enlarged tummy.

After a minute of this, I became anxious. What was happening here? I was getting very turned on. Did I want to have an affair with Brian? I was afraid of the sudden rush of questions about my morals and loyalties, but I did not wish to alienate Brian either.

But as we parted, I looked into his open face and saw that he intended no such thing. He was very happy with Nancy. Plus, he valued his friendship with Scott and me far too much risk losing it by proposing an impulsive affair. As we exchanged looks, his eyes told me that he appreciated my kisses, and he wanted me to know that I was a beautiful, desirable woman. A minute later, the moment was over.

Soon, Nancy’s minivan pulled into the driveway. As they entered the front door, carrying bags of take-out, Brian and I shared a last understanding glance before leaving the room to join them. We never spoke about that moment we shared, but I have always cherished the memory of that lovely moment.

I have noticed sexual changes in Scott over the last couple of years. It seemed his tastes in our sexual play were changing towards the more exotic, at least compared to the old days. One day, a few years ago, Scott said he wanted to turn on a video camera so he could film me sucking his cock.

I have always been very submissive in bed with Scott. I enjoyed pleasing him and found myself at my most turned-on in that roll. We made a couple of these tapes for fun. We stored them in a locked closet where we kept the liquor and some important documents. Occasionally we would watch one of the tapes as a warm-up to love-making. It was oddly beautiful to watch myself undressing on the screen, unfastening my bra and seeing my breasts. And Scott loved how massive his cock looked as I teased him with my tongue, all the while chatting and laughing.

Why Scott and I fell away from this, I don't know but over time, we became less interested in the videos and eventually forgot all about them. Recently, I had begun to sense other desires brewing in Scott. During our love-making, I felt almost sure that Scott was holding back something he wanted to say to me. Then, about a year ago, he opened up a little. During fellatio, Scott had always been very free and vocal in his appreciation. But on this occasion he said something that shocked me.

He began by saying, 'Oh God, Beth, I love how you suck me.'

'Thank you,' I said, smiling, as I placed my lips around the tip of his cock.

'Beth,' he continued in a faltering voice, 'I want to tell you a fantasy I have.'

I could tell his blood pressure was high and his breathing seemed labored. 'Ok,' I said. I knew that sex could wait while we have a few minutes of talk. I sat up, and gave him my full attention.

'Beth, I don't know how to say this, but I feel a powerful desire to show Brian how beautifully you suck me.'

'What?' I laughed in disbelief. Scott remained silent for a minute, while I tried to process his words. 'What are you talking about?'

Finally Scott continued in a tone which I recognized as his most earnest. 'Beth, I'm not trying to freak you out. I'm only trying to share what's going on in my mind. I have been fantasizing about this for months.'

I could see he was distressed, and I didn't want to discourage his from opening up and sharing himself with me. The trust we had built up through 10 years of marriage demanded that I try to be an understanding wife. I told myself, 'Don't react...just listen.'

'Ok Scott,' I said, massaging his back, 'Tell me your fantasy.'

I could tell my open-minded attitude was the right course. I watched Scott let out a long, uneven breath as he tried to collect himself. He was beginning to see that I wasn't judging him or reacting in a shocked, dismissive way.

'To be honest,' he began, 'I don't really know the fantasy in detail. It seems to take different paths.' He paused and tried to look me in the eye. 'Beth, I want to have another couple in the room with us. I want ...'

I interrupted, 'You want to be swingers?'

'No, not exactly that,' Scott said. 'I want us to have an erotic encounter in a safe, familiar environment with another couple we are close to.'

I smiled at his odd phrase, 'An erotic encounter?'

'Honestly, Beth, I don't know what I want. I can't even explain it except to say that it has been building up in my thoughts and fantasies. But it just seems so impossible.' He stood up, walking to the shaded window. 'It's embarrassing, but sometimes in my fantasies, I am sharing you with another man, and this man is sharing his wife with me.'

For a moment I was speechless, as the weight of this began to settle. And then I realized what ‘other couple’ Scott was talking about. 'You're talking about Nancy and Brian?' Scott didn’t reply.

Despite the initial shock I felt hearing of Scott's secret desire, we made a point to discuss his feelings freely whenever there was opportunity. It didn't take me long to come to accept Scott's fantasy with some amusement. This was just typical male masturbation material, nothing more. I tried to set his mind at ease by demonstrating that I loved him and accepted his sexual quirks.

Soon, I began to introduce aspects of his fantasy in my love-making talk to him. Once, while modeling a new piece of lacy underwear, I asked Scott, 'I wonder what Brian would think of this?' I saw Scott's eyes widen. Just those words were enough to send his pulse racing. On another occasion, just as I was preparing to softly tickle the pink tip of Scott's penis with my lips, I said, 'I wonder what Brian would think if he were here right now?' Scott released a moan. Almost instantly, blood began to pound through his organ as it increased to maximum size. 'Well,' I giggled, 'I know what you would think.'

Last Friday found Scott and I blessed with a weekend to ourselves. My mom and dad had driven down earlier, and taken Lucy and Madeline home with them. They are such loving grandparents and it’s great when the kids can spend quality time with them. Especially since I was exhausted at the end of a long week.

When Scott came home around 5:30, we decided to celebrate the peace and quiet by granting ourselves the luxury of an afternoon nap. It felt wonderful to be alone in the house We snuggled together under the sheets and soon fell asleep as the light began to fade behind the window blinds. After an hour, we woke up feeling refreshed. Scott got up to make some coffee and in a few moments, I heard the sounds of bath water running in the tub. He knew I would love a bath about now.

Our lives had become so draining lately. But I knew that once the kids started needing less constant maintenance, we would get back in touch with these sorts of thoughtful flourishes we used to lavish on each other. Having the time to soak in the tub was delightful. I opened a nearby cabinet and got out a new razor. As I lathered up my legs, I thought how nice it would be to put on some soft music, make a nice dinner, and reconnect with Scott. As I slid the razor across my thigh, I smiled at the thought of his hands on me later that night.

Just outside the bathroom door, Scott called “Beth, it’s Nancy and Brian on the phone. They were thinking of doing dinner with us later.”

I felt a little deflated. I had been looking forward to time alone with Scott. Didn’t he feel the same? But I could hear in his tone of voice that he was up for company, otherwise he would have declined right away. Oh, well. I figured we still had tomorrow night to look forward to as well, so why not? “Sounds good,” I called.

After my bath I enjoyed the luxury of pampering myself, taking my time with my various creams and lotions. I could smell Scott’s coffee and was feeling better and better.

In the kitchen, Scott was finishing up some bills and other paperwork . He got up and wrapped his arms around me. His hands wandered down past my waist, his fingers spreading out over the soft seat of my jeans. He pulled me close until I was snug against his body.

Over the next hour, Scott turned on some music and poured us drinks. We did a little vacuuming and toy-gathering, trying to make the house look ready for company. I got out some pots and pans, enjoying a rare feeling of freedom in the kitchen. It seemed ages since the last time I had the energy and creativity to cook a meal for adults. Tonight there would be no kids in high-chairs, no bursts of temper, no spilled cheerios. Of course I knew that I would miss my girls like crazy in a few days. And by then, I would be happy to resume my role as omnipresent super-mom for the foreseeable future.

I lit some candles and that made the dining room even warmer. By then Scott had finished giving the other rooms the once-over.

Soon Nancy and Brian arrived with hugs and handshakes in the usual fashion. I accepted Brian’s bottle of pino noir as we made our way to the family room.

I thought he looked particularly fine tonight, with his relaxed, open-necked shirt and good coloring. No doubt he’d been busy outside working on some project or other.

Brian had me laughing almost immediately with anecdotes of his day. We shared a taste for off-color humor, and Brian’s straight-faced delivery seldom failed to amuse me.

Nancy said, “Hey, you guys put in some new carpeting!” Scott and I glanced at each other, smiling. Nancy noticed everything.

After dinner we retreated to the living room. We were all in great spirits. The meal had been wonderful, so had the wine. In fact we were almost through a third bottle.

Although we had gotten together with Brian and Nancy often the last several months, circumstances had never allowed the sense of freedom that pervaded the air on this night.

With my girls away at their grandma's, we enjoyed more of Brian’s company. If Lucy and Maddy had been around, he would have been lost in animated play with them, so completely, that he couldn't join in conversations with Nancy, Scott and me. So, the fact that we were all allowed to be grown-ups for a change, was great.

During dinner, there was a hint of flirtation in our table talk. I had never forgotten that moment with Brian years ago, and I could tell he hadn’t either. Brian had a very funny, warm personality that I responded to on an instinctive level. He could suggest just about anything, and I would find myself following his lead.

And I could tell Scott was ratcheting up his charm levels, for Nancy’s entertainment. Her personality had a little-girl quality that made some people conclude that she was not very bright. I knew how wrong they were.

Now, as I looked at the two of them across the table, I couldn’t help smiling, reflecting on how lucky Scott and I were to have them in our lives.

At one point, we were all laughing about the way sexual toys and videos are shamelessly hawked in the most harmless looking catalogs. Scott rummaged through a pile of junk mail and found an example.

Paging through it, Brian asked in all innocence, 'What is a 'cherry pie?'

Nancy's and Scott's blank look told me that even they hadn't heard of this plastic sex-toy, designed to approximate the female vagina. When I explained to Brian what it was, even the low-lighting could not camouflaged the red that was coloring his face.

Before any of us knew it was happening, our conversation began to travel down paths of sexual reminiscence. Brian recalled the story of his first kiss. His tale was familiar, colored with the highs and lows of his perspective as a 15 year-old.

Then Nancy described a funny experience from college days. She found herself at a small party with handful of guys and girls and lots of beer and pot.

She said that one of the guys suggested, 'Let's have a 5-way.' Then, with a surprising minimum of fuss, everyone agreed and all got naked. Except for Nancy. Before she could think of participating, she had to run to the bathroom to shave her legs. We all laughed as Nancy described the naked party guests banging on the bathroom door, telling her to hurry up.

As it turned out, I did have a story of my own to tell. It happened many years ago and I was amazed to realize that I'd never mentioned it to Scott before.

'I've never had sex in a big group,” I said, “but I did participate in a three-way once.'

'Are you serious? When was this?' Scott said.

'Yeah, but I didn't go very far. It happened a year before I met you.'

I noticed Brian and Nancy were all ears as well.

I explained how my younger cousin Michelle had asked me to join her and her new husband Pete in a threesome.

'Your cousin?” Nancy asked.

'Yeah, it's hard for me to remember why I agreed, but well…' I admitted with embarrassment.

I went on to tell how our ménage basically consisted of Michelle giving Pete a blowjob, while I kissed him on the mouth. Michelle had laid out these ground rules in advance and it was a pretty unsatisfying encounter for all concerned.

We talked about it for several minutes. Scott and Brian were completely engrossed. I could tell even Nancy was stirred up by the scene I was describing.

'Were you all naked?' Scott asked, still amazed.

'Michelle was, and so was Pete.'

'What were you wearing?' Brian asked.

'Well, I kept my panties on.' I said.

I could tell that Brian was particularly affected by that mental image.

'God, Beth, I sure would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that.' Scott said, stroking my cheek.

The air quality in the room seemed to become heavy. There was a density like one would feel stepping along the sand through deep water.

Scott looked into my eyes, as though trying to speak to me. I knew what his eyes were saying.

I took another sip of wine and returned his gaze. Then I leaned close to his ear and whispered, 'It's ok. I'm scared, but I'm willing to go along and see where this leads.'

Scott turned to Brian and Nancy. His chest was pounding now. 'Can we share something with you? I've had a fantasy for a long time that involves the two of you. No pressure, but would you trust me to explain what it is?'

Brian and Nancy looked exchanged a guarded glance with each other. 'Well, I don't mind hearing it,' Nancy said.

Brian turned to Scott and gave him a go-ahead shrug.

I gave Scott another look that said “I hope you know what you’re doing…”

'My wife gives the nicest blowjobs in the world. It's been a fantasy of mine to have you guys watch while she demonstrates.'

The room fell silent, except for the sound of the kitchen dishwasher switching to a rinse cycle.

'Jesus,' Brian said.

Nancy looked stunned.

'Well” Brian began, “I have so many reactions to that...'

But Nancy gave Brian a warning look. 'What exactly are you asking us to do?'

I could sense that this was a big mistake. We were making our friends uncomfortable with this crazy notion. We would be lucky if they ever spoke to us again.

Scott was anxious to assure her, 'I don't want you to be uncomfortable. What I would like is for you two to just sit there and watch.'

His voice was shaky from nerves. He was clearly amazed he had been carried away by this impulse to reveal such a private sexual fantasy. 'I know it's a strange request and I...' Scott broke off . He glanced at me for help but I was speechless.

'I'm sorry guys.' Scott said, 'This is dumb. I'm putting us all in an awkward situation. I don't know why. I must be drunk or out of my mind. Please pardon me.'

'Not so fast,' said Nancy, 'Give us a chance to catch up here. We're best friends, aren't we? Let's just talk about this.'

'Right,' Brian said, 'Yes, this is a little scary, But we're mature adults.'

Nancy turned to Brian, 'To be honest, I'm getting a little turned on here. Does that bother you?'

'No,' Brian said, 'I feel the same way. I mean, I value our friendship above all else, but I feel like I'm fifteen again.'

Looking into my eyes, Nancy said, 'We love you guys and we want the best for you.'

Turning to Scott, she added, 'And if we can help make a fantasy come true...'

Brian took a deep breath and suggested, 'Why don't we take it one step at a time. If we feel uncomfortable, we can stop, is that fair?'

I had no words at the moment. Just a flooding sense of relief that Scott's crazy fantasy had not caused a rift in our friendship.

My heart began to pound faster than ever. Was this really happening?

'You guys are amazing,” I said. “Thank you for being so open-minded. I'm so embarrassed. But Scott has been talking about doing this for months. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to bring it up.'

Nancy said, 'It's OK.' she said reaching over and taking Brian's hand. “I have to admit, this is a little scary, but my heart is racing...”

Nancy took a breath, searching for the right words. 'I think we all need more excitement in our lives. We're getting too old to let fear keep us from experiencing peak moments when the opportunities come knocking.'

As I took a moment to process this, I realized Nancy was right. Life is too short. We did not have time to waste sleep-walking and living every day the same as the day before. I yearned to feel this excitement and I decided to proceed. But not only for Scott's sake, but for my own.

I was feeling my blood pressure increase. 'Would you mind if I took off my blouse?' I asked.

I began to unfasten one button, then another. As I pealed away the silky garment, I revealed the two swells of my breasts, fastened into a large, lacy, cream colored bra.

In Nancy's face, I could see a look of genuine appreciation. My nipples began to swell and protrude, making small hard bumps through the fabric.

There was no sound in the room as I reached around and unhooked the back. As the straps unclipped, my breasts relaxed and the silky cups sagged under their full weight.

I held my breath as I tugged at the silky garment. The two cups relinquished their hold and the straps followed behind. My breasts hung freely now, evoking admiring gasps from Brian and Scott, even Nancy. She seemed amused by Brian’s reaction to the sight of my breasts. I was very excited. So much so, it was difficult to breath. A wave of unreality came over me as I tentatively caressed myself. Judging by the feel of my pulse pounding through my body, I felt I was beginning a sensual journey I would not soon forget.

My ample rear-end has been a source of embarrassment over the years. Like many women, I’ve tried different diets and exercise plans. Despite my sporadic success with weight loss, my backside has always maintained a round, exaggerated shape. Motherhood certainly hasn’t helped either. For some reason, I felt no shame as Scott loosened the belt on my slacks. Maybe I was too distracted for such feelings. I was practically sick with excitement. Finally, Scott slid my slacks down over my bottom, past my thighs, revealing the swell of white panties and lace trim, my last bit of modesty. Leaning on Scott’s shoulders to step out of the slacks, I could hear Brian gasp from across the room.

“Oh my god,” Brian said. I turned and smiled, gratified by the exclamation. I could feel my bottom flush beneath my panties. I also felt warmth begin to flooding through me, getting me damp. I realized that I had never felt so exposed and vulnerable.

“Honestly, Beth,” Nancy added, “you’re so beautiful.”

Scott looked up at me, smiling. “See, Honey? What have I always told you?”

I turned to Nancy and blushed even redder. “Thank you,” I said. It was all I could think of to say to another woman who was sitting on my living room sofa, watching my husband undress me.

I asked, “Would it be ok if I kept my panties on?” I was fine with my state of undress so far, but it was all happening so fast. I just couldn’t handle being completely exposed.

“Of course,” Scott said. Brian and Nancy also assured me that was fine. Their voices were soft and full of support and encouragement.

I was beginning to feel less terrified as I knelt down in front of Scott. I looked up at my husband. Giving the zipper of his jeans a tug, I said with a smile, “Well, here we go.”

Scott looked down at me, his eyes clouded in an expression of pleading. His eyes had a quality of need, almost begging. “Oh yes,” was all he could manage to say.

Before things could proceed, Nancy surprised us all by saying, “Do you guys mind if I take this off?”

With no drama or self-consciousness, she lifted her cotton sweatshirt up over her shoulders. Underneath were smooth, creamy arms and a lovely frame. Around her small breasts she wore a black lacey bra.

“This is making me overheated,” she said with a light laugh.

“No problem,” Scott laughed. His excitement level spiked, thanks to Nancy’s boldness.

Brian turned to his wife. “Can I help you take this off?” He asked.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Nancy had always seemed a girl of sweet-tempered innocence. It was amazing to see her so uninhibited.

Nancy turned to him and whispered, “Ok.”

Brian carefully unclasped the bra and drew the straps from around Nancy’s shoulders.

We all took a moment to behold Nancy’s lovely breasts with their large, hard nipples.

“Oh, Nancy,” Scott gasped, “You are gorgeous! Brian I hope you don’t mind my saying so.”

“No, I don’t mind.” said Brian, “ I agree.”

Nancy sat back on the sofa, fanning herself with her hands. “Wow,” she giggled.

“Well let me help you with your slacks, sweetie,’”

Brian said. “Here. Stand up and face me.”

“Maybe you’d better,” Nancy said, following Brian’s lead.

As she turned toward Brian, Scott was treated to a view of Nancy’s round rear curves, as they filled the seat of her form-fitting khaki pants.

Soon, Brian began unfastening her slacks. He then began lowering them down around the hemispheres of her soft bottom. She had on black lacy panties which matched her bra.

As her slacks continued their downward descent, past shapely, smooth thighs and creamy calves, Scott moaned, “Oh, yeah.”

Nancy carefully stepped out of her pants, then sat back down and removed her socks. She then cuddled close with Brian as they returned their attention to my seminar. I smiled at Nancy for her courage and trust.

Scott lifted himself and allowed me to slide his pants off down to his ankles. His fruit-of-the-looms seemed barely to be able to contain his straining penis. Beneath the white fabric, it bulged and reached toward his waistband like a ripe banana. I noticed the tip had a large wet circle soaking through.

“Sweetie,” I said, “stand up so I can pull these down. Nancy, I want you to come closer and see Scott’s penis.”

Scott got to his feet. I could tell Nancy was breathless with the escalating chain of events of the past few minutes. She stammered, “Ok,” as she rose. Nancy and Brian moved closer to us and sat on the carpeted floor. Before Brian took his seat, he quickly removed most of his clothes, keeping only his underwear.

Now they were well within our comfort zone, with an intimate view of the stage. We all paused a moment to acclimate ourselves to the suffocating thrill of the four of us in such proximity under these circumstances. Even my dampness spreading across the front of my panties was no longer a secret.

Kneeling in front of Scott, my thighs spread beneath me in a generous way. All eyes were directed on me and I enjoyed the picture I must have presented. I smiled at Brian for a long moment, registering the look of appreciation on his face. I could feel his gaze as it fell on my body. My nipples pointed outward right and left in angles of straining eagerness.

Again, I marveled at life's sudden surprises. Only yesterday, I felt like an overweight, exhausted housewife. Yet, at this moment I had never felt more sexy and alive.

The bulge of Scott’s cock was so beautiful beneath his cotton briefs. Even before removing them, a topography of ridges and veins could be detected under the surface of cotton fabric. His penis was completely engorged with blood and the seminal fluid stain on his briefs had spread outward from the tip of his cock to a diameter of several inches. I reached up and carefully began to pull Scott’s underwear away from him. As I lowered the waistband and uncovered the ripe tuber, I felt a familiar shiver of pleasure at the sight of it.

Pulling the briefs all the way down, I looked up and smiled at Scott. I could tell just by the look on his face that his desire was overwhelming. The fact that his wife down on her knees, performing a demonstration like this for our two best friends was driving him over a threshold of erotic intensity he never knew existed.

“What do you think Nancy?” I asked coyly.

Nancy glanced at Brian for a moment. She seemed to be seeking his approval. His look assured her that she could be candid. He would not be offended.

“It's nice.” she said, clearing her throat. 'It's so big!'

“Do you hear that, Scott?” I teased, “Nancy says you have a nice cock.”

Scott sat back down again, completely tongue tied. Then we all chuckled.

“What do you think of it, Brian?” I asked in a teasing tone.

Brian tried to compose himself but he was trembling visibly now, almost as much as Scott. “Well, Beth, I'm a captive audience.'

“Well,” I said, turning to Scott, “Honey, why don’t you lie on the floor?”

Scott obediently spread himself out on the floor as I repositioned myself so that I was kneeling against his side, my head facing his feet. Scott’s cock looked like a python, lolling on the surface of his stomach.

Nancy and Brian stared in silence as I leaned in and placed a light kiss on the wet tip.

“Oh” Scott moaned softly. And Brian moaned too. I could tell that Brian benefited much by the pendulation of my large breasts as I moved towards Scott’s cock. I could feel Scott’s hand as it began to roam and caress the soft round curves of my buttocks.

I looked up and smiled at Nancy and she smiled back. I lied down on Scott’s stomach so that my lips were within easy reach of the tip. Slowly, and with infinite gentleness, I began to lick the clear fluid that seeped from the sensitive opening of Scott’s cock.

The room was very quiet. I could hear nothing, not even breathing. All I could see was my husband’s beautiful mushroom-shaped cock head. It seemed to eclipse everything else. For minutes I nursed from his opening. Soon my lips were becoming lathered in my own saliva, mixed with the warm secretions of Scott’s cock.

“Jesus, that’s so beautiful,” Brian said, entranced. He had somehow removed his underwear without my noticing. Nancy’s fingertips lightly feathered Brian’s erection where he sat, though her eyes never wavered from Scott’s hot pipe of meat, or my oral attentions.

“Thank you,” I said between one small lick and another.

Then Scott propped his elbows to change his position. I gave him a little room as raised himself to a kneeling position in front of me. “Oh God, that’s wonderful, darling,” he said. And turning to Nancy, he said, “And Nancy, you look amazing. I can’t tell you how turned on I am seeing you like this.”

“How do you think I feel?” Nancy asked him with a smile.

“Do you like giving blowjobs, Nancy?” I asked.

“Yes I do,” she said, giving Brian a smile.

Brian said, “I think I must be in heaven.” His voice trembled with emotion. “Nancy, could you...?”

“Ok,” Nancy said, a little bashful now.

With that, Brian got on his knees so that his cock was close to Nancy’s face. It was easy to see how much they loved each other. Such was their constant mode of courtesy and tenderness.

Nancy gave him a loving smile as she began to lower her head toward Brian’s reaching pole. Nancy had a sensual ritual-like posture. Her smooth, straight back seemed to glow in the light of the candles. And the swell of her panties looked very lovely, resting over her two bare feet.

At the very tip of Brian’s cock was already a pool of seminal fluid glistening and running down the underside of the mushroom head. Nancy placed her tongue gently into the liquid and slowly spread the milk around the swollen helmet-shaped head.

Brian moaned with joy and delight at the subtle, tickling sensation.

I was so turned on by the slow, erotic way she did this. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Nancy’s face looked as she addressed the tip of Brian’s angry-looking cock. Her expression was so pure and loving. She looked like a geisha doll.

I could feel Scott’s hand rubbing the small of my back, and easing down the waistband of my panties.

I turned to him and smiled, “What do you think, baby?”

“I just never want this night to end,” he said.

Now Nancy was gently rubbing her tongue along the underside of Brian’s cock. She said, almost whispering, “I love sucking your penis.”

Brian smiled down at her, “Oh god, you’re so wonderful.”

“You have such a beautiful cock,” she said as she

placed her lips gently around the mushroom head, thereby making her last words almost incomprehensible.

“My God,” Scott said.

Nancy’s attentions were hypnotic and lovely to watch. Her wet lips were infinitely gentle as they continued their task. Slowly, Nancy’s mouth began to slip more purposefully down the engorged cock-head, down past the ridge to the tender nerve-endings beneath the ridge.

Soon, she began to make affectionate, low humming noises, which clearly sent delicious rings of vibration through Brian’s cock.

“My God,” Brian sobbed. He was stealing a look at my ample body with an, infantile joy. His eyes adored my full breasts and hips. His intoxication knew nothing about “husbands,” “wives” or other boundaries. All he could process was a candle-lit garden of delight, full of ripe fruit and juice that ran down your face as you feasted.

By this time, Scott and I were in each others arms, enraptured by the beautiful sight of our friends in such an intimate moment. And we took pleasure in knowing that we were all part of it. As we watched them, our excitement mounted to a level I’d never felt before.

At the seeming height of his accent toward heaven, Brian removed his penis from Nancy’s nursing lips and sat back on the rug. His heart was still galloping and his scarlet cock seemed alive against his stomach, almost spasming in it’s mindless need to ejaculate.

We all took a moment to collect ourselves. Nancy looked so beautiful, as she relaxed. Her lips were wet with foamy bubbles as she smiled in a cute, embarrassed way at Scott and me.

“That was so beautiful, Nancy,” Scott said. His voice was hoarse with so many emotions.

“Thank you, Scott,” she said, meeting his gaze with a smile that showed pleasure in his compliment. Her eyes lowered for a moment on my husband’s hard penis. It looked red, then golden as the candlelight flickered off of it. The playful smile remained on her face as she contemplated it.

“I understand if you would rather not ,” Scott said in a trembling voice, “but could I suggest we change partners?”

It seems obvious now that I should have seen this coming, but I was honestly shocked and hurt by Scott’s suggestion.

Although my breasts and pussy were alive with arousal, I felt suddenly sucker-punched by a tidal wave of conflicting emotions.

It’s true that I wanted Brian, but how could Scott “give me away” so easily? He was giving me to Brian as though he were loaning him a lawnmower. Also, was I ok with watching my husband’s cock enter another woman?

This did not feel right to me at all. This was too much. Too fast.

“I’m sorry,” I said, getting to my feet, “I don’t think I can handle this.” I walked over to the sofa and sat down. I could feel tears spilling into my eyes. The conflict was devastating.

“Beth,” Scott said. “I didn’t mean to push.”

“No, It’s not you,” I said, pressing my hands to my face. “It’s me.”

Scott stroked my hair and said, “Beth, I don’t want to talk you into anything. I love you and only you. I’m not looking for anything else.”

Of course, I knew this. I knew Scott’s love in every fiber of my body. But it was nice to hear him say those words. I needed to hear them.

With my eyes still brimming with tears, I asked Nancy, “How do you feel about it?”

She reached over and hugged me. “I want you to know that I love you both very much, but I would never want to cause any discomfort.”

After a few minutes, I got up and wiped the tears from my eyes and said “Thank you guys for understanding. This is all so new.” The wine bottle was close by, so I went from glass to glass and poured out what remained.

I took a seat on the sofa next to Brian. Nancy sat close to Scott on the love seat. I was fine with it.

We drank and relaxed. The tension ebbed away as we chatted lightly, slowly regaining our equilibrium. After a while, we began to speak with more relevance about our feelings of the moment.

I asked Nancy, “Doesn’t it scare you to think of another woman making love to Brian?

Nancy said, “Yes, it would scare me if it were someone I didn’t know…”

“But what about me?” I asked.

Nancy sipped her wine and said, “To be honest, I just don’t have any insecurity about Brian being with you, since we’re all here together.”

Brian added, “I think we all feel an attraction for each other, but none of us wants to throw away our marriage. I would be lost without Nancy, and I know Scott feels the same about you, Beth.”

Scott looked at me and said, “I have always thought you were gorgeous, Beth, but seeing you this way, here in front of our friends…”

I watched Scott’s penis twitch, as he spoke. It made me feel so good that speaking about me could make his brain send blood to fill up his cock so quickly. Soon, it was standing high in the air, pounding and jerking. Nancy noticed too, and smiled at me.

Next to me, on the sofa, Brian’s penis was also beginning to pulsate, though he tried to cover it with his wine glass out of respect for me. But when my look told him I was not offended, he removed the obstacle and showed no embarrassment.

Nancy said, “Beth, your husband has a really nice cock. It’s getting so big.” She gave Scott a warm smile and looked down into his lap, with an expression one might give to a new-born kitten in a pet shop window

Nancy turned to look at her husband’s face for any sign of jealousy or disapproval. How did he feel about his wife complimenting another man’s cock? Brian gave her a signal that he was fine. Scott adjusted himself, giving his penis room to expand even further.

Scott looked across the room at Brian’s empurpled cock. It seemed to almost vibrate as the tissues within twitched in sympathy with his pulse. Scott’s face seemed almost tortured in unfulfilled longing, seeing his loving wife in such close proximity to another man’s erect cock.

I looked down beside me, into Brian’s engorged penis, the thick stem and shiny, dome-shaped tip with its single, weeping mouth. His fruit looked very juicy.

I began to feel a flood of emotions wash over me, thinking about the man on the other end of this penis. I was realizing at this moment that I’d always had a crush on Brian. He gave me a deep feeling inside of pure comfort.

I thought about how I would feel watching Nancy suck my husband's penis. Naturally, it would tug at my jealousy, but I believed I could handle that.

My fears were beginning to dissolve. I could feel my courage coming back to me.

I turned to Scott. “You know I love you. I overreacted before. I’ve thought about this. Would you still like to try a sort-of... swap?

Brian’s eyes widened as I placed my hand lightly on his thigh. This contact sent a jolt through his penis which made it leap toward me like a divining rod.

Scott’s look was that of a man marveling at his wife’s continued ability of surprise him. “Oh God, yes,” said Scott.

“Nancy, what do you think of that?”

“Are you sure?” Nancy asked.

“Yes, Nancy, honestly. I feel ok now, really.” I said.

Nancy glanced shyly at Scott. He returned her gaze with a shyness all his own. They almost looked like two first graders with a case of puppy love. Nancy’s eyes lowered again toward Scott’s imploring cock.

With all of the affection and trust built up over ten years of marriage, Nancy looked at her husband. Her face seemed to show lines of doubt. She seemed to be searching for guidance in Brian’s eyes. The two of them shared a long look.

“What do you want me to do, sweetie?” she asked.

“I don’t know, sweetie,” Brian said in the special tone of voice he used with her. “Would you like to give Scott a blowjob?'

“Would you be hurt if I did?” She asked.

Brian said, “I think I’ll be ok.”

“Do you want me to give him a blowjob?”

“I’d like to see what you look like with his cock in your mouth.”

Nancy paused to take this in. Her eyes did not leave Brian’s until he gave her a smile of full consent. Then, turning to Scott, she placed her fingers lightly on his chest. Her eyes were dark green and full of warm inquiry. “Scott, would you like me to suck your penis?” she asked.

“Oh, please, Nancy,” Scott whispered, “Would you?”

“I’d love to,” she said.

Nancy curled herself next to Scott, resting her head on his chest. Watching Brian’s face for his reaction, she tentatively placed her soft tongue at the very tip of Scott’s organ. Scott’s head dropped backward in ecstasy as Nancy began to make a slow swirling motion with her tongue.

Brian’s face showed the conflict any man might feel, watching her perform this sacred rite on any man but himself. At the same time, however, he had never seen Nancy’s beautiful blowjobs from this perspective. I sat closer to him for support. We put our arms around each other in a comfortable, friendly way as we continued to watch.

Nancy closed her eyes as her lips began to cover Scott’s tip with child-like kisses. I had to admit that even despite the low-grade jealousy that simmered inside me, her worshipful kisses were beautiful to watch.

Her tongue began to resume its task of bringing forth a gentle, persistent itch at the tip of Scott’s cock. Nancy glided her warm wet tongue, back and forth, back and forth, along the cleft just beneath his opening.

Scott quivered and moaned he looked down at the back of her head. Her hair was pinned at the back in a loose, oriental style that looked very erotic.

He noticed, hypnotized with pleasure, the lovely way her hair grew out from the back of her neck. He could not see what her mouth was up to, but the nerve endings in his sensitive cock kept him constantly updated on the affectionate activities of her lips and tongue.

“Oh, God,” he said. “I must be dreaming.”

Nancy paused from her labor of love. She lifted her head and smiled, saying, “No, sweetie, this is real. Does it seem like a dream?”

“Yeah.” Scott moaned with dreamy, grateful eyes.

“Oh, what a doll.” she said, as she placed her lips around Scott’s crimson mushroom head. Her mouth remained in place as her tongue fluttered the cock-tip that was inside her mouth.

“Oh God,” Brian gasped, seeing Scott’s cock actually entering his wife’s beautiful mouth. “Jesus,” he said, not having recourse to words.

I tickled his waist with an affectionate scratch with my fingernails. Here we were, two friends, watching as our spouses shared this most intimate of acts. I wanted him to know that I, too, was experiencing the roller-coaster ride of emotions he must be feeling. But that everything was going to be all right. Better that all right.

Brian turned his attention from his wife’s pleasure-giving lips to me and gave me a long look. I leaned in and Brian’s lips met mine. We both shared a long, gentle kiss. Then came another more passionate one.

It felt good to kiss Brian again after all the time since those stolen kisses we shared. His lips felt so nice. He clearly felt the same and we soon found ourselves happily necking for several minutes. It wasn’t long before my intoxication got the better of me and our kisses were interrupted by small eruptions of giggling. The laughter came from someplace deep inside me. I felt more liberated than I had felt in a long time.

Brian pulled away from me for a moment and touched Nancy on the shoulder. Instinctively, she knew what he intended and got to her feet. Brian then knelt down and reached up to the waistband of Nancy’s lovely black panties.

“Is this ok?” he asked, looking up into her face.

Nancy nodded wordlessly. With that, Brian slowly brought the waistband of the panties downward.

From Scott’s vantage point behind her, he watched the panties as they began to peel away from Nancy’s creamy, rounded buttocks. When the black lacey material revealed their contents fully, Scott moaned in grateful bliss. “Ohhh yeah…”

As Brian drew the panties all the way down, Scott was helpless against the need to reach out to touch the soft creamy waist before him. His hands touched her wide hips and brailed the rounded curves of her bottom and thighs with uncomplicated delight.

The sight of my husbands hands touching and squeezing her soft skin made me crazy. Although part of me wanted to attack Nancy, screaming, “Stop! Get away from my man, you whore,” I found myself paralyzed.

At the same time, I could not deny that my pussy was in a torment of want. I felt an almost alarming desire to rut like a primitive bitch. God, I was so turned on. Who was I turning into? The blood began to pound in my temples harder than ever. This was happening so fast. I was feeling I had lost control.

Nancy’s contented eyes were shaded by long lashes which looked like wings. She smiled, giving Scott a backward glance as he played with the surface of her body. His fingers savored her breasts, stomach and thighs with worshiping hunger.

Tears sprang to my eyes again as I looked at Brian. Something about the anguished look on my face communicated my need. This time, these were not tears of confusion, but of inexpressible lust. Brian now came crawling toward me. He was letting go of all polite restraint. The look on his face was that of a jungle predator, preparing to feast on its fresh kill.

I instantly knew his intentions and I uttered an involuntary whimper of grateful acquiescence. I got to my feet as Brian reached for my waist.

I wanted him to rip my panties off. I wanted to shock Scott’s attention away from Nancy by having my pretty panties torn from my body. I wanted Brian’s cock to penetrate my pussy again and again.

But despite Brian’s single-minded purpose, he had no intention of making any sudden moves or actions which might disturb the trance we had fallen into.

Brian’s fingers remained on my rear, slowly caressing the seat of my panties. He made no move to remove the garment. instead, his head moved in, low and steady, until his lips touched the warm, damp cotton in front.

Through the haze of pleasure, I felt a powerful flash of guilt. My pussy belonged to Scott. For ten years the only other lips that had tasted it were my husband’s. And now Brian was partaking of it, or soon would be. But gradually, my anxiety began melting into a warm itch. An itch without conscience.

I soon started to whimper as Brian’s lips began to lightly nuzzle the material which had conformed wetly to the edges of my vulva. His lips moved up and down the canyon with agonizing slowness. A hot dizziness swept over me and I thought I would faint.

After a minute, I fell backward onto the sofa. Brian and I laughed like kids. He was driving me crazy, and he hadn’t even pulled my panties off yet. If I had known Brian was so good with his mouth…

Brian’s lips were lightly massaging the soaking front of my panties. His gentle lips were like feathers, tickling, nibbling with infinite patience and gentleness. What began as a delicious tingling feeling on the surface of my pussy, was now escalating to a succulent itch. It was the kind of itch that had many emotional layers and textures.

The itch spoke of the joy of being alive in this moment. By contrast, the itch also said, in the barking vernacular of nerve endings, “Fuck me. Fuck me FUCK ME!”

And perhaps most beautiful of all, the itch spoke of an intoxicating torment, administered by a dear man I cared for very much. I knew that Brian would bring me higher and higher until my arousal was off the charts. And when my pussy could no longer hold up against the mounting pressure of Brian’s affectionate mouth, then would come relief. But relief would be delayed, until my tormentor was ready to provide it.

Finally, Brian must have sensed that I would not abide these panties any longer. My pussy was crying out for the undiluted textures of his lips and tongue. I got unsteadily to my feet as Brian lowered my waistband, just as he had for his wife a few moments before. I was self conscious, thinking again how much wider my hips were compared to Nancy’s. Would he find my large-sized panties comical?

Brian’s expression has he took the panties down past my waist, was nothing short of enraptured. His forehead showed lines of joy at the sight of the panties rounding the swell of my hips and revealing to him my steaming triangle of fur.

The smell of my hot dampness surrounded us. He let out a soft, hungry moan. As the panties slid down the rest of the way, past my thighs and calves, and down to my ankles, he began to gently kiss the creamy expanse of flesh of my tummy and waist. As I stepped out of them, Brian was left holding panties half soaked from the nectar his attentions had brought forth.

From across the room, Scott’s eyes met mine. He had watched the removal of my panties with a look of inarticulate delight.

With the soft, dreamy motions, Brian slowly began to lick my fury lips, back and forth.

“Oh God,” I cried, almost sobbing. Without panties, this was a new and wonderful sensation. Although my pussy was already in paradise, it was clear that he intended to usher it to the very throne of God with the delicate maneuvers of his lips and tongue.

I started to smile and moan with the waves of happiness that coursed through me. I felt almost like a kid on a carnival ride. I felt the excitement, the colors the lights.

I resumed my seat on the sofa and Brian’s face came down close to my sopping wet vagina. I shuddered with the thrill of knowing the real carnival was about to begin.

“Oh, Beth, you taste so good,” he said, as his tongue continued its languorous lapping motion, up and down my slick opening.

I started to feel shivers begin to develop from my pussy as I gratefully touched the sides of his head with my hands. Brian’s slow licking and sucking were starting to cause a buildup of tension and intense hunger. I knew if Brian kept this up, it would not be long before a steam engine of pleasure would explode through me.

It wasn’t long before I could see Scott was kneeling before Nancy. Although the sensations of Brian’s lips seemed to eclipse my awareness of everything else, I watched Scott out of the corner of my eye. He performed his oral choreography on Nancy’s furry vagina. I felt strangely ok, watching him attend to Nancy in this way. I could sense in Scott’s posture his eagerness to please and Nancy seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was. ‘You go, girl,’ I thought, as my focus was swallowed up again by Brian’s lovely flourishes.

Now he began to insert his tongue, just slightly, while his lips took a more assertive custody of my labia. Back and forth. Back and forth. His rhythms were an agony of slow, unsyncopated bliss. His unpredictable tempo seemed to make each moment a complete surprise and sent my ecstasy even higher.

I began to make grateful sounds that resembled weeping. But of course these were moans and whimpers of the greatest pleasure.

Soon, I noticed Nancy was on the floor, kneeling in front of Scott. Scott had positioned himself to allow her maximum ease of access to his cock.

She looked like a work of art. Her creamy nakedness adopted a classic concubine-like posture, intended to provide wish fulfillment to her master.

Scott enjoyed now, for the first time, what Nancy looked like as she placed her lips around the sensitive ridge of his cock. He almost cried out with delight, feeling the itchy, tickling sensations Nancy created with her lips.

“Oh god, Nancy,” Scott sobbed, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you, sweetie,” she said as she gave his swollen pink tip another kiss. “It’s so nice, sucking your penis. It’s so beautiful.”

I could not begrudge Scott and Nancy the loving words of endearment, so much a part of this ritual. Frankly, I was so consumed with my own pleasure, I was incapable of processing their love words or their erotic tableau.

Brian whispered to me, “I hope Scott won’t be disappointed,” he continued, “You see, Nancy doesn’t like cum in her mouth.”

“She doesn’t?” I asked, surprised, looking at the way she was sliding her lips up and down, so slowly gracefully over Scott’s cock.

As Brian lowered his head once again, he smiled at the drenched, ruined condition of my pussy. He was doing quite a good day’s work for himself the way he was licking and stimulating my vagina, turning it into a flooded canyon of twitching, unstable flesh.

“Yes,” I moaned, as his mouth waded back in. Now Brian began using his out-thrust mandible to gently knead my juicy labia like dough. “God,” I gasped as new colors flickered through me.

Somewhere beneath this nirvana, I could feel myself letting go of all my doubts and fears. I felt so happy that I had given in and let this evening unfold. How else could this happen otherwise?

Brian’s mouth began to take full possession of me. His lips were soft, but slightly more aggressive, creating harmonies of fleshly music with his tongue and chin. The music in my pussy was orchestral. My crescendo was soon to arrive. My fingers tightened around the sides of Brian’s head.

Just when I thought I had arrived at the outermost reaches of pleasure, Brian introduced a new texture to his oral love that took me by surprise. Simultaneously with the other motions of his lips, tongue and chin, he began to create a controlled, side-to side vibrating sensation with his head.

It only took a few moments longer, to realize that I was experiencing more pleasure than I could endure. I felt like if I could hang on a few moments longer, I would see the face of god. But of course, this was not within my power. The rising ecstasy was beyond compare. And like an over-loaded circuit box, I began to throw off sparks, overheat and break down. My brain seemed to grind to a halt, as my spine sent the rest of my body into a spasm of release. My arms and legs jerked as though shocked by a slight electric charge.

Brian’s mouth, sensing my climax, downshifted slightly, but continued vibrating, sucking and licking me.

Another spasm struck a moment later. By this time, I was in a free-fall of ecstasy. I laid there in a dream as Brian continued to kiss my pussy. Soon, his mouth was bathed in warm liquid as my orgasm flooded my vagina.

By the time a third and forth spasm hit me, I was no longer in the room. I was lifeless flesh, in a brief paradise of impossible color and perfection. The beauty pervaded every pour of my body. The escalating torment was over, my burden laid down.

It took me a few moments to come to. When I did, I found Brian's head, resting on my thigh. He was smiling up at me, lightly kissing and caressing my dampness with his mouth.

'Oh Brian,' I said, unable to express my pleasure and gratitude. My hand rested heavily on his head as my fingernails gently raked through his hair.

His face glistened with the dewy wetness of my passion. I could sense that he had enjoyed his activities almost as much as I had. He reached for the undershirt he had been wearing and mopped his mouth and face dry before leaning toward my face. We kissed again and again with great tenderness and affection.

Soon Brian an I became caught up again, watching the engrossing ballet between Scott’s furious cock and Nancy’s soft, placating mouth. Her eyes were closed in a tender way as she bobbed her head down and up again. It was obvious from the way she slowly lathered his cock with foamy saliva bubbles, she was romancing her attentions for as long as Scott could stand it.

But now, after several minutes, it was clear that the nerve-endings in Scott’s cock were no match for the warm, generous mouth of his best friend’s wife. The cock was now in a state of critical anguish. As we watched the cords of Scott’s distended cock veins disappear and slowly reemerge from Nancy’s worshiping lips, Brian and I knew that Scott was ready to burst.

Nancy knelt before Scott with a twinkle in her eyes. Her mouth was completely full of my husband’s cock. His mushroom tip was still being loved and cared for by Nancy’s nursing lips and tongue.

Scott knew his climax was imminent. In a cracked voice he whispered, “Oh Nancy, I’m going to come.”

Brian and I exchanged a glance. There was a pause of one or two seconds when time seemed to stand still.

And then we all watched with wonder as Nancy’s beautiful mouth continued to suck and kiss Scott’s member. The cock was such an enormous size by now, it was all Nancy could do to fit his mushroom head into her mouth. All the while, she gently began tugging his stem with her small, child-like hand. Scott practically fainted with delight when he realized that she wanted him to fill her mouth with cum.

Brian’s mouth nearly fell open as he watched Scott’s cock begin to erupt.

Scott cried out in a long moan of pleasure. He was beginning to gush forth into Nancy’s soft mouth. Even as it erupted in spurt after spurt of foaming sperm, Scott’s penis remained safe within the seal created by Nancy’s two lips.

After another moment, Nancy removed Scott’s still-spewing cock from her mouth. “Oh, Wow,” she said, as cum spilled from her mouth and down her chin. Her mouth was full of sperm.

Brian gasped in a conflicted ecstasy of pleasure and outrage. His wife was giving his best friend the joy of releasing a geyser of cum directly into her mouth. This was a privilege she had never granted him, and he was her own husband. Yet at the same time, Brian was weak at the knees, watching his wife’s beautiful mouth fill up with another man’s cock and then overflow with his cum!

Scott’s thick purple cock-head continued to spurt thick cream onto Nancy’s smiling lips while she aimed the jet streams with the gentle pistoning motions of her hand. In Nancy’s slender fingers, the cock looked like a baseball bat.

As Scott continued a primal moaning, Nancy placed him back into her smiling mouth so that his final spasms would deposit their entire contents there. The displacement effect of Scott’s cock as it re-entered, caused cum to overflow in a thick lather from the sides of her mouth. It dribbled down her breasts like a waterfall and soon formed pools and lakes of cum all over her thighs.

At last Scott’s spasming cock began to quiet itself, surrendering its ebbing fury to Nancy’s continuing kisses and tongue caresses. Scott looked down in disbelief. Nancy’s face was splattered with sperm, as were her breasts and thighs.

It was clear, as she licked and kissed Scott’s drained penis, that she had not swallowed any of the semen, but had allowed her mouth to be a temporary reservoir for the sake of his pleasure. Soon, even more tidal foam began to flow and pool down her chin, as she expelled Scott’s remaining sperm from her mouth.

“Oh God,” Scott sobbed, looking down at Nancy’s angelic face and happy, cummy smile. She was licking the last droplets from the tip, as the cock tissues relaxed and began allowing blood back into the rest of Scott’s body. Although his penis was in the process of a calming itself back into a demilitarized state, Nancy’s loving epilogue of farewell kisses kept it in a lingering, sausage-like state for several minutes.

Even Brian began to blubber with emotion at the beauty of Nancy’s artistry. His cock was flushed and rosy as Brian's brain relayed its impressions of this amazing scene.

As I watched Nancy smile up at Scott, giving his gland a final smooch, I couldn’t help but wonder if Nancy’s technique was wrought from years of experience and skill, or was it inspired by the joy of realizing a long-nurtured fantasy of sucking my husband’s cock?

Either way, I didn’t mind. All thought was crowded out as I repositioned myself between Nancy and Brian. Aftershocks of pleasure dripped through me like syrupy morphine in my blood.

I loved Nancy for giving Scott such pleasure. The gooey cum all over her face and chin was at crossed purposes with her innocent smile, but the effect was quite sexy. With my fingertips, I turned her face toward the candle glow and said, “Oh my, Nancy, you are a mess!”

“I know!” she said, still amazed by her drenching,

Scott then got to his feat and left the room for a minute, padding down the hall to the linen closet.

Nancy looked at Brian for a long moment, waiting for him to speak. Her expression showed lines of concern, perhaps guilt. She had just given Scott a wonderful gift. But that gift was from her and her husband both. It was obvious that Brian’s opinion was of highest importance to her.

What does a husband say to his wife when she has just been fed a rich mouthful of his best friend’s hot semen? What does he say when she is lathered in all that sperm which has spilled down from her mouth like a waterfall?

After a period of silence, Nancy asked, “Did you like that?”

Brian did not open his mouth to speak, but his eyes were wide with amazement.

In a minute, Scott was back with two plush towels. He had soaked one of them in hot water from the kitchen tap. He knelt down beside Nancy and enclosed her face in the warm dampness, sponging away all traces of his cum from her face and chin.

Nancy gave him a smile of thanks and took the towel so she could finish the clean-up herself.

She mopped her breasts and thighs “Thank you, Scott,” She said.

“Thank you, Nancy,” Scott whispered, feeling the words were goofy and inadequate. Then he unfolded the larger dry towel and placed it over her to protect her from the chill.

All I wanted now was Brian’s penis in my mouth. With an expression of grateful anticipation, he knelt upright and I arranged myself so that his cock was hanging close to my face.

I looked over at Scott for a long moment. I was about to impart my oral talents on his best friend. His face showed no trace of trouble or conflict. He told me later, how beautiful I face looked, so close to Brian.

Brian's cock was not fully erect, but sagged from the fatigue of enduring of so much blood traffic throughout the evening. It hung heavily before my face like a center-cut prime sirloin.

Like Nancy, I couldn’t help but curiously monitor Scott’s reaction as my lips touched the very tip of Brian’s penis in a gentle kiss of introduction.

Brian let out a trembling moan.

I had never fully realized how I had been pining for Brian until this moment, when my tongue was exploring the terrain of his cock head. It was delicious. I wanted more, but I forced myself to go slow.

My mouth was perfectly accessible to his beautiful mushroom. As I licked and teased the opening in Brian’s penis, tasting his unique soapy liquid that seeped from it, Brian moaned with even greater emotion. I felt a wave of pleasurable satisfaction.

Blood soon began to pour into Brian's organ, causing the tissues to saturate. Brian's cock stirred and stretched, as though my kisses were gently waking it from a Sunday afternoon doze.

Scott’s face began to show a certain amount of conflict as he watched my loving oral attentions. Even despite his intense fantasies, this was reality. He seemed thrilled by the sight of seeing his wife licking another man’s penis, but he appeared to be trying to suppress feelings of alarm as well.

Scott arranged himself behind Nancy on the carpet, wrapping his arms around her waist. Now, the look on his face was relaxing. Nancy too, looked delighted by the sight of her husband’s cock, treated with such tender loving care by her best friend.

It felt good to feel that Scott’s tension and doubt had passed. Now I could devote myself entirely to Brian’s pleasure. From the sounds of Brian’s moaning, I could tell my slow, lapping and tickling were accomplishing my objective. The nerve endings of his cock-tip were tingling, causing the rest of his penis to be more sensitive. Soon my lips and tongue were addressing a greater area of his cock head, not quite including the ridge.

At this point, there was a rowdy Times Square celebration throughout Brian's penis. All the blood in his body seemed to be invited to the party as it pounded and surged through him. As I softly addressed the surface with my lips and tongue, I smiled with wonder at how thick and turgid his cock had become. It strained and reared from the stress of so much blood demanding access into it, yet outside the sensitive membrane, the atmosphere was incongruously quiet and peaceful as I continued to administer a warm, gentle massage with my mouth.

Brian introduced incoherent gasps into his drastically reduced vocabulary as my tongue paid special attention to the cleft on the underside of his penis.

“Beth,” he moaned.

I raised myself up on my elbows to look into his face. His open eyes looked blinded by colors of pleasure.

“Does that feel good, Brian?’” I asked.

“Oh God yes,” he wailed, clutching his forehead. His cock was twitching up and down, waving in the air, like a tantrum-prone child, demanding attention from its mother.

I smiled over at Nancy, “He’s got a nice cock.”

“You like it?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said as I licked more slippery liquid from the tip.

I was again a little self conscious of my overly ample breasts and hips, as Brian drank me in with his eyes. For a few moments, he placed his hands on my shoulders, then brought them down, brailling my body as he did so. He spent several moments tenderly cupping and holding my breasts, feeling my hard nipples poking into the palms of his hands. He swooped down and lovingly mapped the soft curves of my hips and bottom. His hands were joyous explorers.

Soon, for the first time, I placed my lips around his mushroom head and slowly took it into my mouth. I watched the heated look on his face change to an expression of great quiet, like a calm before the storm. Brian’s cock felt like a plum in my mouth, ripe and firm and warmed in the sun.

My tongue played over broad surface of the tip, tracing the slopes and textures, circumnavigating the equator of his ridge.

It wasn’t long before Brian’s cock was elevated to the fullest height his kneeling position would allow, This brought the cock even more perfectly into position to pleasure him.

I looked up and said, “I haven't had another man's penis in my mouth in ten years. I'm glad it's you, Brian.”

“Oh, God,” he sighed, as I enclosed his plum again.

My lips were very warm and I allowed my saliva to drip freely from my mouth and soak his penis until it was nearly saturated. I slowly began to slide my lips down the length of Brian’s shaft.

This traveling ring of sensation caused Brian to cry out with joy.

My tongue and lips continued up and down the top half of his cock. Each time my lips changed direction, it broadcast a new pleasurable itch throughout Brian’s organ.

I gave my most respectful attention to the inch-long ribbon just beneath his cock ridge. I kept the friction between my mouth and his cock so gentle, that I was barely touching him it at all.

Before long, my mouth was a mess in a sudsy lather of saliva as it continued its task. Brian’s cock was bigger now than ever, fully raised and thrust out by his clench buttocks. This made my job very easy since, my body was in a comfortable position. I felt I could suck him for hours.

“Such a nice cock,” I said, giving his crown a series of soft kisses.

I then got on my knees so that the angle of my mouth could accommodate more of his length. My head was soon bobbing up and down with infinite slowness.

'He tastes so good.' I said with a doe-eyed glance at my husband. 'Does this please you?'

Scott's eyes shined with admiration. He gave me a look of heartfelt gratitude for allowing his fantasy to come true. He sat with Nancy, their arms intertwined as they took in the spectacle before them.

The surface of Brian’s cock began to take on the texture of a wet balloon. As my lips continued to slide up and down its length, the wet surface friction created a vibrating sensation across the taught membranous skin of his swollen gland.

'Mmmm,' I suppressed a giggle, 'I can't believe my husband is going to watch his best friend come in my mouth.'

Scott was moved to speak, 'Isn't she amazing, Brian?'

'Oh Beth,' was all Brian could manage to respond. 'Oh God, Beth...'

Nancy registered a look of shock and her face darkened for a moment. Perhaps I had crossed the line. But I did not care. All my attention returned to Brian.

Brian could feel the wonderful new feeling as my lips resonated slowly up and down his angry purple cock. He was lost in his pleasure. He let out a long moan that spoke of a spectacular flight of ecstasy. The tension in his cock had reached a level that would not stand for much longer.

The slippery, stick-and-slide texture of my wet lips began to trigger the nerve endings in Brian’s cock, creating a kaleidoscope of flickering colors and textures in his pleasure centers. His moaning became more and more desperate, as used soft fingers to gently pump the cock up and down.

The blood, muscle and hormones which had sustained this wonderful erection for so long were running scared in the face of my indefatigably affectionate mouth and tongue. Like an opposing army, routed on a field of battle, Brian’s cock began to give up the struggle.

“Oh God,” he sobbed, 'I'm going to...'

His cock released an eruption of hot cum into my mouth.

Scott and Nancy gasped.

“Mmmm,” I said, my smiling lips sealed around his cock ridge. Another warm spurt soon followed, thick and creamy.

“Ohhh!” Brian moaned with joyous abandon.

My hand was still gently pistoning the skin of his shaft, encouraging the cock to spit up more sauce.

His cum was rich and delicious. It had the taste of olives speared from a perfect martini. But his lather was soon flooding into my mouth faster than I could swallow it. Looking up at his face, I could see that Brian had never experienced an orgasm like this. I think he was astonished to find his penis was firing its payload directly into my mouth.

'Heavens,' Nancy exclaimed, adopting a comical air of matronly disapproval. But her smile bespoke a delight in her husband's pleasure. She had always shyed away from swallowing Brian's semen. But now, watching her best friend relishing her husband's juices, her face showed the beginnings of a possible change in attitude.

Even as Brian's cum came gushing into my mouth, I found myself momentarily taken back to those stolen bedroom kisses we shared so long ago. What a beautiful memory.

And now, here I was, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his warm, lathery sperm... and all with the blessing and consent of our spouses!

I began to giggle with delight in spite of the lively cock between my lips.

Scott moaned appreciatively as Brian’s next spasm forced thick milk to spill through my lips. As I leaned back to allow myself a moment to swallow my current mouthful of sperm, the cock to fired a rope of milky cum onto my face and neck. Then another.

Soon we were all laughing in wonder at Brian’s capacity. It felt like he had come at least half a pint. Was there no end? Scott even began to applaud. My face was a mess with cum and saliva. Globules of sperm clung to my chin as the rest of it ran in rivulets down my neck and breasts.

“Oh God,” Brian wailed as I wrapped my lips once again, around his mushroom head. His orgasm seemed to be abating and my mouth could easily handle his last few spurts.

With his penis twitching it’s final death throes, Brian delivered a few more warm spasms of cum into my mouth. I swallowed these down with pleasure as I looked up into his face.

His expression was that of a man transported to a world of joyous impossibilities. His eyes were lined in disbelief as he looked down at the rubinesque angel with his cock between her lips and her chin glazed in rich icing.

Scott applauded in earnest now, as though the last cymbal crash had signaled the end of a symphony. With a smile on my lips I spent the next few minutes licking and kissing Brian’s penis as his erection began to soften. I bathed his penis with my tongue, carefully licking any droplets left in the wake of his tremendous orgasm.

Brian looked down at me with eyes full of tenderness and gratitude. I could tell he enjoyed the sight of my body, fairly dripping with his cum. I knew I should get up to wash myself off, but I did not rush. I lingered a few minutes more, kissing and licking Brian’s penis until it was perfectly clean and resting peacefully.

After a few minutes we were all cleaned up and sitting together as couples again. We all felt relaxed a little stunned by the tide of events.

Had this really happened? It didn’t seem possible.

We all spoke to each other in quiet tones. Our words were full of affection and a renewed sense of the depth of the friendship we all shared.

I wrapped my loose bathrobe tighter as I studied Scott’s face. Was there any trace of hurt there? Any sign that he was sorry he had brought this about? His eyes were clear and bright, completely without tension.

Scott turned to Nancy and Brian and said, “You guys are incredible. Thank you for tonight. Thanks for feeling free to let go.”

Nancy and Brian held each other close. They were wrapped in bathrobes as well.

'Nancy,' I said, 'I'm sorry if I offended you back there. I didn't mean...'

She reached over and touched my hand, 'No, sweetie, don't apologize. It's fine. Watching you was a revelation to me. I think tonight helped me to take my love-making with Brian to another level.'

“God, I can’t believe how turned on I was,” Brian said.

“Me too. It was so emotional and intense. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.” Nancy said.

Brian turned to Scott and I and said, “You guys are so lucky.”

Nancy said, “We talk all the time about what a great couple you are. It makes us so happy to have you as our friends.”

“Oh, we feel the same,” I said, “You’re going to make me cry. Thank You. We feel the same about you guys, you know that.” I crawled over to Nancy and Brian to share a hug with them.

Two days later, my mom dropped off Maddy and Lucy and life returned to normal.

Scott and I are closer together than ever. It seems that the sexual awakening we experienced has ignited a new spark and a whole new chapter in our marriage.

Although our amazing night happened only recently, there are no signs that it has affected our friendship in a negative way. About a week later, Brian and Nancy stopped by the house on the way back home from an errand trip. They were full of good humor and chatter, telling us of their odyssey into the commercial sprawl of Mayfield Heights.

Brian handed me a lovely vase of flowers with a note signed by himself and Nancy. It was the sort of thoughtful gesture that was not at all surprising, coming from them.

They had even managed to find a case of Scott’s favorite imported beer.

I was curious to see if anyone would display signs of awkwardness or tension after last weekend. But everyone seemed great. In fact, I could not remember feeling more at ease with them.

We had a delightful afternoon. Nancy and I had a beer as we played with the girls on the back porch. Brian gave Scott a hand lifting some heavy rails for a landscaping project he was working on.

I think we all had a chance to reflect about the other night. Had anything changed between us? I didn't think so. In fact, I had never felt such a comfortable feeling between the four of us before.

And watching Scott work in the afternoon sun, I never felt so in love with him, or our married bond so strong.

Who knows? Perhaps some day soon Brian and Nancy can join Scott and me for some more sexual play. I think we would all enjoy that.