The morning after our threesome with George, Anne and I spent a good deal of time getting the kids ready for activities and catching up on chores around the house. Anne reminded me, before getting the kids ready for their next week of school, that she and her other boyfriend, Alex, had a date Friday night so that I would remember to pick them up from an after-school activity.

Alex was a young, lithe-bodied Greek-American man who worked with Anne, and now, thanks to our lifestyle, periodically made sweet love to her as well. I let my wife know that I was good for my duties during this time and that she was obliged to let me reclaim her after her upcoming tryst with Alex. However, my wife hesitated when I mentioned our normal hotwifing tradition.

Anne said, "We could do something right after - or..."

She trailed off, and I said, "Or what? I'm gonna be feeling some major blue balls by Friday!"

Anne responded, "Or, you could wait until Saturday - I think I might be able to surprise you with something even more fun. And if this works out, trust me, your balls will be absolutely drained by Sunday!"

Anne then laughed. I could not get over her speaking to me this way, in that it was kind of humorous, but also kind of sexy. But I was not sure what surprise she could possibly mean.

Anne said, "I'll tell you once I get confirmation. It will be fun, and once you hear the surprise, you'll get it, and you'll probably get hard."

I said, "So why a new plan? Just curious. Is this another guy, or -"

Anne said, "Nope - can't tell you just yet."

And with that, I was left to simmer about what new hotness was on the horizon.

As the weekend approached, Anne finally let me know what was happening. And the news was very interesting indeed.

Anne said, "Well, Mark and Samantha are coming over Saturday evening for a dinner date, but with a twist. You know how Samantha always jokes about swapping partners? I think she really wants to do it - and I thought it could be especially fun for you!"

I was stunned and initially unsure of what to say. The thought of swapping with them turned me on a little because I had always fantasized a little about Samantha, mainly because as my wife had said, she did occasionally joke about it when we were out. This also confirmed my long-held assumption that my wife had read at least a few more of her friends in on our lifestyle. But I was still potentially Ok with the thought, given that Samantha was the type of woman I sometimes fantasized about. I was not sure about my wife with Mark, as I didn't think she found him attractive, but I let that thought go for the moment.

I said, "Wow - that's...interesting. Sure, sounds fun, and yeah, we can see what happens."

"Good," my wife said, "because the plans are already made."

In my mind, Mark and Samantha coming over for a possible wife swap session as the surprise changed everything, and made me wonder what else my wife might be up to.

When Friday rolled around, I performed my fatherly duties while my wife Anne spent about an hour after work readying herself for an evening with Alex. I realized this was different than most people's lives, but it was where we were in our lives. The reality was, my hot sexy wife had boyfriends, went on dates with them, fucked them, and I got off on it by reclaiming her at the end of the night.

I walked into our bathroom to check on her, while getting dinner ready for our boys. I was instantly stunned. My wife was standing in front of the mirror, getting ready to apply her lipstick, wearing a tight, short, and absolutely perfect for her, green one-piece dress, with matching green heels.

Anne could tell I was impressed and said, "Do I look hot, baby?"

I couldn't answer, but I grunted affirmatively.

She laughed and said, "Alex bought this for me. I'm almost ready, just need to pick out a necklace and some panties - if I actually wear any."

She laughed again, and I just stood there in shock. I could not believe that her boyfriend was buying her things, like an actual, well, boyfriend. My jealousy was quickly overcome with desire, however, as this was all part of my original fantasy coming true. I gently lifted my wife's dress from behind, to look at her bare, shapely ass.

"No panties," I replied. "And since when does he buy you gifts?" I responded, with a laugh.

My wife just kept looking at the mirror but subtly pushed her butt back towards me. I asked her if she was already hot for Alex, and she responded by saying, "Why don't you touch me and find out?"

So I obliged, and gently ran a finger from my wife's shaved and bleached butthole, down to, and between, her engorged labia. I slowly moved my finger in and out and could feel Anne's wetness against the skin of her shaved pussy. I pulled my finger back, and before I could say another word, Anne turned around to face me, squatted down, and began pulling my throbbing cock out of my pants. She took my maleness in her mouth, but only briefly, then backed away.

She said, "Lucky for you I haven't put my lipstick on yet. But that's all you get for now - and remember, don't touch yourself too much tonight!"

I laughed and went downstairs to finish dinner with the boys. I told them Anne had a work engagement, and they barely paid attention when she left. I was a little jealous compared to most of her dates, given that she looked so good in that dress. It pained me that Alex was going to get to kiss her, fuck her, and inseminate her, most likely while she wore that dress. But I had hopes that I would turn the tables on Anne the following day.

The evening passed quickly, and Anne pulled into our driveway at around eleven o'clock that Friday evening. As she walked up to our front door I was filled with anticipation, as always. I loved hearing her sordid stories of how bad of a naughty wife she was, and loved it when she let me see some of the evidence. And as was often the case, I had barely been able to keep from masturbating to orgasm while she was out with her lover, but I had managed to hold off, once again.

I knew that I was not "getting any" that night, but I was still very turned on by Anne's hotwifing ways and wanted to hear everything, on the off chance that she would pleasure me to completion. Anne and I kissed and groped each other a little in our foyer, and then retreated to our bedroom.

In a hushed tone, I asked her if she and Alex had had fun. She giggled and told me that yes, indeed they had. Anne and I had lain down next to each other on our bed, and she had quickly removed my boxer shorts and had begun playfully teasing my cock with her hands. She told me that she and Alex had had a great time and that he had finished inside of her in both the missionary and doggy-style positions.

Then she added, "And there's more to tell you, especially about that second fuck session, but that will wait until after our evening of fun tomorrow."

I groaned and said, "What about my aching blue balls?"

Anne knew I was half joking, and stroked my rock-hard cock one more time, saying, "Hey babe - you know the deal. Just relax, get some sleep, and you'll feel better in the morning. And you'll need the sleep, 'cause we're partying with Mark and Samantha, hardcore tomorrow."

I had to admit that I mostly liked this idea, but I was a little unsure about whether or not Mark and Samantha would truly be into this whole thing. At the same time, I knew that Anne enjoyed the occasional girl-on-girl experience as well, and it seemed clear that Samantha had been aware of our little game for quite some time. And with those thoughts in my head, I finally went to sleep, although it took me a while to fully relax and doze off in my sexually repressed state.

Our Saturday began with my wife driving the kids down to our friends, the Leonards' house, where they would be having a sleepover with the Leonards' kids, and Mark and Samantha's kids. While my wife was out, I thought about how Samantha and I had occasionally pretended to flirt with one another when Mark or my wife joked that we should swap partners, a couple of times when we were out drinking. This was before we were in the lifestyle, but it still made me a little horny.

Samantha was a big woman, slightly taller than me, and somewhat heavyset, but she had a very pretty face and luxurious brown hair that always seemed to have just been professionally done whenever we got together. Given my fetish for so-called "big girls," I was more than a little turned on and started getting quite erect, just as my wife returned home. I hid my erection, kissed my wife as she entered the house, and proceeded to help her with doing some pre-party house cleaning.

Once Anne and I had finished cleaning and had gotten ourselves dressed for the evening, Anne said she wanted to talk. Anne had put on a playful, but not too sexy, sundress, and was looking absolutely fantastic. I sat down next to her, on our living room sofa, ready to listen.

She said, "Babe, I want to tell you about last night and talk about tonight. So just so you know, Samantha knows about our little lifestyle or the game we play. I know I should've told you sooner, but I figured it didn't matter. But I wanted you to know because I think she and Mark really are down to do something. And I am very aware of your 'thing' for larger women, so..."

As Anne trailed off, I couldn't think of anything to say, other than, "Ok. So that means you and Mark..."

Anne said, "We'll see. I am not particularly attracted, but we'll see how the night goes."

She paused, and I thought to myself, how unlike my wife to turn down dick. My gut told me that her legs would be in the air about a half hour after dinner.

She continued, "But I also wanted you to know what I didn't tell you about last night. So here goes: Alex and I had sex twice last night. Once the way you might expect, and once, um, in the butt. In my butt..."

She trailed off again and seemed nervous. When I didn't respond, she continued, "And I liked it. And I want to do it again with him. And I'd love it if you could be there and watch, and join in next time. It hurt a little at first, but we had been planning this, and I was ready for it. I came so many times last night, babe. I hope you're not mad..."

Anne looked at me with anticipation, and I responded, "Wow! Am I mad? No, but maybe a little jealous. But also, very turned on. Hell yeah, I'd like to watch you guys. Feel my pants babe - you made me rock hard, and we've got guests arriving in five minutes!"

Anne laughed and said, "I'll let Samantha relieve you, but I'm glad to hear you're OK with what I did and want to do."

I said, "I am, but I have a request. I want to snap some pictures or film a couple of things the next time we do a group thing. I promise not to share. It's just that if we leave the lifestyle soon like we've been saying, it might be neat to have some material to turn us on as we get older."

Anne did not seem so sure about this, responding, "Hmm - maybe, but let me think about that. If you could do it without anybody's face being captured, that could be ok. Let me think."

I pressed Anne for more details on her anal sex experience and the night as a whole, but she reminded me that we had company coming in a few minutes. She was kind enough to tell me that her boyfriend had been kind enough to deposit his sperm in each of my love wife's holes the previous night, meaning she had really been quite the dirty little hotwife as ever. But when I tried to get even more nasty details out of her, the doorbell rang.

Mark and Samantha had arrived at our home early that Saturday evening. Mark was also on the heavy side, and as a couple, you could tell they enjoyed their food and drink. Both also had dressed nicely, Mark wearing rings on multiple fingers, with his blond hair slicked back, and Samantha wearing a tight-fitting top and miniskirt that looked ready to pop if she moved too quickly.

After some very brief small talk, the four of us piled into Mark's Cadillac and drove to one of our favorite steakhouses for dinner. Anne, Samantha, and I drank quite a bit of wine, while Mark limited his intake as he was driving. When we got back to our house, we made our way to the living room, and my wife brought out an additional round of drinks.

I had ended up sitting on the sofa next to Samantha, while my wife was seated on our love seat with Mark. Our small talk had gradually moved into flirtatious territory, with Samantha again joking about swapping partners, as we all were getting a little tipsy. Eventually, Anne stood up and said she wanted to show Mark the updates we had made to our upstairs bedroom and master bath. As they stood up, Samantha grabbed my knee and looked at me with a playful and suspicious facial expression.

Samantha grabbed my knee harder as they went up the stairs, and said, "Oh my God! Do you think they're going to-"

I cut her off and said, "Who knows? I mean-"

And then Samantha cut me off saying, "I know about Anne, her men, and you. I think you might need a little confidence boost, if you know what I mean."

And as she said that, she drew closer, her lips almost touching my face. I felt her hot breath and smelled her sexy perfume, and chills went down my spine. I was rock hard but trying to play it cool. She was coming on strong, however, and we both knew that I would be powerless to stop things. At this moment, I also thought about my wife. She had set this up, almost like an early birthday present, or perhaps as a thank you for my letting her have as much dick as she wanted whenever she wanted. In either case, I remember thinking to myself, what a woman.

Samantha's hand on my crotch snapped me back to the present. She was stroking my shaft through my dress pants. I tried to respond, but she put a hand over my mouth and said, "Relax honey. I want your dick, and I'm not gonna take no for an answer."

I lay back and allowed Samantha to slowly, and lovingly, suck my rock-hard cock. Other than my pants being open, we were both still fully clothed. As she worked her magic with her mouth, my thoughts turned to my wife and her anal adventures with her boyfriend. I quickly tuned those thoughts out though, as I almost came much too early.

I remember feeling Samantha's hand tightly around my cock, and then feeling an enormous pressure on my legs, as she concluded the pre-coital oral session. I opened my eyes and saw that Samantha was in the process of climbing on top of me while hiking up her tight little skirt. It was no surprise to me that there were no panties to remove, and I was impressed that she was flexible enough to quickly assume a squatting position on our couch, so she could slide her extremely wet cunt down onto my cock.

I remember Samantha's vagina feeling especially warm and slippery, and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of my initial penetration. As a bigger woman, and with my own bulk as well, it was hard for us to both do it cowgirl-style on the sofa, so I lifted her up, and slid onto our carpeted floor, allowing Samantha to mount me a second time. This time, she was able to get fully engorged with my cock, and began moving her large, voluptuous hips up and down, faster and faster. She fucked me with a lot more force than I had ever experienced, but her thrusting and quiet moaning were intoxicating.

When I felt the need to delay orgasm, I nudged her gently, and she rolled over onto her belly and then assumed the face-down, ass-up position. I entered her dripping-wet pussy from behind, smelling the scent of her juices as I pressed my hips against her ample buttocks. As I began thrusting, I thought about how much Alex must have enjoyed entering my wife, in both entrances, the previous night. These thoughts were too much, and suddenly, I was overcome with pleasure and began spurting hot cum into Samantha's wanting womb. As I came, I continued my thrusts, even well after I had finished. Remarkably, and possibly because we were both so turned on and so hot for each other, my erection never fully receded, and I was able to continue pleasuring Samantha from behind.

As I returned to full hardness, I rolled her onto her back, and finished inside of her for the second time, this time in the missionary position. Samantha and I were both sweaty and spent, our genitalia glistening with each other's juices. I cleaned up quickly, while Samantha spent some time in our downstairs powder room, undoubtedly doing her best to remove the copious amount of semen I had ejaculated. While she cleaned up, I reflected on just how pleasurable it had been to cum inside another man's wife. I thought to myself, no wonder it was so easy for my wife to get her fill of strange cock - although I guess it did not hurt that she was pretty and had a nice body. Still, the lure of the forbidden was definitely a factor in my opinion.

Just as Samantha and I were returning to the living room, Mark and Anne came down the stairs. We all exchanged some awkward glances, but it would not necessarily have been obvious that any kind of debauchery had taken place, but clearly each swapped couple was imagining what might have occurred. Given the hour, and the overall weird vibe, we quickly got through some final small talk, and then got around to saying our goodbyes. Once Mark and Samantha had left, Anne approached me.

She said, "So did you?"

I responded, "Well, what about you?"

"I asked first," she replied.

"Ok," I said. "Yes, and it was fabulous - and we may just do it again."

Anne pretended to be shocked and upset but then laughed a little, and said, "Well, good for you, and I guess now I know how it feels. So I take it you are not going to mind if I keep experimenting with my boyfriends?"

I said, "No - and this was a nice boost of confidence. Like, knowing a woman wants to hop on me at pretty much any time makes me feel a lot less jealous of you hopping on pretty much anyone, any time."

Anne feigned offense and said, "You make me sound like a whore."

"You are - in the best way possible," I said, and then we kissed.

Anne finally said, "Well, you should know that nothing really happened between Mark and me, or at least nothing like our usual adventures. He tried to come onto me, and I did respond, even though I don't find him at all attractive. But I think he just got extremely nervous and freaked out. I even tried to relax him with a hand job, but he never got hard. Thankfully you two were finished by the time we kind of gave up on the whole thing and came back downstairs. I honestly think he may have been fixated on you and Samantha and was maybe having some pangs of jealousy."

I responded, saying, "Hmmm - well, now we've both seen our friends' genitals, so if nothing else, I think this counts as a wild Saturday night!"

Anne and I both laughed, and then she said, "Oh, and you have nothing to worry about in relation to Mark. In fact, I think I have an idea as to why she seemed so hot to jump on you."

We both had another good laugh and then went to bed. We had multiple activities with the kids, as well as a couple of gym workouts already on our schedule for the following day, and I was certainly going to need the rest.

The next day, a Sunday, I was at the gym, putting in some upper body work, when George approached me, as he often did. He offered a few tips, then as gym owner, continued to walk the floor for a while, before returning. I asked him what was up.

George said, "Ahh, just checking the numbers. I get the reports from all the swipes, but I like to see who is actually on the floor, and what equipment is getting the most use."

"Oh," I said.

George looked at me for a second, then he continued.

"Also, I wanted to ask you something about your wife, if that's ok."

"Sure," I said.

George said, "I was wondering if she would, uh, be interested in, um, well, meeting somebody new. Umm, specifically, Andre, the big guy I'm training to help get his pro bodybuilding card."

I said, "Probably - I mean, what exactly do you mean by meet?"

George laughed and said, "Well, I was thinking maybe about a three-way, but I wanted your permission first."

I said, "Sure, sounds hot, but you need to ask her first. Does he have a big dick?"

George laughed again, and said, "Big as mine, and just as black, maybe even a bit darker. So I know Anne will like it!"

As he said this, he slapped my back. I just laughed.

I said, "You're right about that. I've seen Andre around - he's huge, and Anne likes muscle - why do you think I'm here?"

We both laughed and then I asked George another question. I said, "Say, just out of curiosity, how much do you enjoy my wife's pussy? You know I get off on you guys being together, and if we pull Andre into this, I WILL have to ask for a foursome at some point, but yeah, I was just wondering."

George replied, "A lot - I enjoy it a lot."

"Cool," I said, "just wondering, because Anne talks about your cock all the time. So, good to know the feeling is mutual, I guess."

George laughed and said, "Yep, and about that four-way idea? Pretty sure we'll all be down with that. Just let Andre and me have our way with her first."

"Sure thing," I responded. Then I added, "Just don't get TOO rough with her - you know I like to reclaim her at the end of the night."

George smiled and said, "Oh don't you worry. We'll take good care of Anne, trust me. I like what I got going on with your wife too much to mess anything up."

I smiled, and then we went our separate ways, with me continuing my workout. This was yet another conversation that upon reflection, I realized very few other men, other than husbands of porn stars, ever had.

While finishing my workout, Samantha and I exchanged texts and ended up setting up a date for the following Sunday. Her texts were quite explicit and made it very clear that she wanted to go a few more rounds with me, and I was more than willing. She just needed to find time, which was harder because it was obvious that she was going to have to hide this from her husband. I suspected that she had not told Mark anything in terms of what REALLY happened while he and Anne were upstairs, but I did not honestly care. Having another fuck session on the books with Samantha made it much easier to green-light all of my wife's adventures, and even got me a little aroused right in the gym, as I fantasized about George and Andre spit-roasting my wife, while I was balls deep in Samantha.

Once I returned from the gym, the remainder of my day was spent preparing the kids for a two-week summer camp that ran from the end of July into early August. There were a ton of supplies required, as well as some new summer camp clothes, so Anne and I divided and conquered as best we could. When we were finally settling down for the night, Anne indicated she had something to tell me.

"Hey babe - just wanted you to know that while the kids are away, I have a few dates with um, my guys," Anne said.

I responded, "Oh - makes sense, and I think that's totally hot. We can kind of go wild for a few days, huh?"

Anne just smiled and said, "Glad you're cool. So Alex is coming over on Tuesday, and George and I have a date on Friday. George said he wants to surprise me, so I'm not sure what that's about. And then maybe next week, we could have George over. Sound fun? I think you'll get one of your wishes with Alex..."

I said, "Hell yeah, but that's a lot of action for your little coochie."

Anne cut me off and said, "Uhh - I think when Alex comes over, my little coochie will get a break if you get what I'm thinking."

"Ooh - sounds even hotter. Been wanting to see you take a dick in the ass, so yeah, should be a party!" I responded.

That night, I found it difficult to sleep, as I anticipated two swiftly upcoming date nights for Anne, plus my upcoming session with Samantha. Even though Anne and I knew we had to quit the lifestyle soon, clearly we were finding lots of ways to keep ourselves in it. The following week was going to be wild and would prove to be one we have never forgotten.