My life seemed perfect at the time I was twenty-four years old and married to my husband, Brad, who was twenty-six. My name is Angie, and we met at a large, privately-held manufacturing company in upstate New York. I joined the company after I got my accounting degree, and Brad was already working there as a mechanical engineer, assigned to one of the production teams.

I was assigned to the same team as a cost accountant. It was love at first sight, and I was attracted to his outgoing, fun-loving personality, and his physical appearance. He’s handsome, six feet and two inches tall, very fit and muscular, and weighed one hundred and ninety-five pounds.

Brad exhibited a lot of strength, and I was drawn to his obvious self-confidence. He's a real man’s man, and it also didn’t hurt that he has a circumcised, very thick, eight and a half-inch cock. I am fortunate to be very attractive and well-built, and I have had an active sex life since I turned sixteen years old, when I was a junior in high school.

I have shimmering, dirty-blonde, shoulder-length hair and sparkling green eyes, and a lot of people tell me that I look a lot like the actress Scarlett Johansson. We both have big breasts too, and I was blessed with 34DD tits, which look like big melons on my five feet and four-inch-tall, one hundred and twenty-pound body.

We were married after dating for only six months. After being together for a total of two years, we were still having frequent sex, usually at least eight or nine times per week. I love his big cock, and it was a good thing that he is well-hung. I got accustomed to fucking multiple boys with big cocks in high school and college, although Brad didn’t know about my slutty past.

Our perfect life didn’t last forever, though. Just about the time we were thinking of starting a family, and I stopped taking my birth control pills, Brad began experiencing problems getting and keeping an erection. Him having impotence at such a young age was unusual and devastating for both of us. He started going to a variety of doctors to try to get the problem resolved.

It took him a couple of weeks to eliminate some of the most obvious possibilities; such as, heart disease, atherosclerosis, diabetes, high blood pressure, and hormonal issues. Then he saw other specialists over the next two months to determine whether he had Parkinson’s disease, multiple sclerosis, metabolic issues, or Peyronie’s disease. None of the tests revealed any problems, and medications like Viagra and Cialis did not help him to get an erection.

Brad certainly wasn’t overweight, taking any mediations, and as far as we knew he wasn’t depressed or experiencing any anxieties that might cause the problem. But one of the doctors said that psychological problems are the most likely cause of erectile dysfunction in younger men, so Brad started seeing a psychiatrist. I have to admit that I was still very needy when it came to having sex with Brad, and we soon started having oral sex. Brad had never sucked my pussy before then, and he started loving the taste of it. I was able to suck him off and swallow his cum, even though his cock didn’t get hard.

We were getting some orgasmic relief, but I needed his hard cock. As more time passed, I started to see changes in him. I didn’t know if it was possibly that he was feeling less of a man because of his impotence, or maybe my teasing comments about him being such a good pussy sucker; but he was becoming much less self-confident, and sometimes even timid around me.

Brad was incurring some hefty bills from all the doctors and lab work, and we were thankful that the company provided us with good health insurance. The company is large enough that it administered and underwrote its own health plan, and we turned in all our doctor bills to the insurance staff in our human resources department.

By the time he started seeing the psychiatrist, Brad had already incurred over thirty thousand dollars in medical costs, and we were getting concerned that the company might start to deny coverage for any further doctor visits and lab work. S,o I was apprehensive when, on a Wednesday at lunch in the company cafeteria, Martha came over to sit with me.

Martha is the insurance processor who was assessing and inputting Brad’s medical bills, and I think she came over to talk with me instead of seeking out Brad, since she knew that his condition is a very sensitive subject for him. I was always the one to turn in his bills, and she sensed from my body language how embarrassed I am about it too. I was feeling guilty about all the bills, but I knew that it wouldn’t be her place to give us grief about them.

I didn’t know what she wanted as she started to sit down, smiled, and asked, “Hi, Angie, do you mind if I join you?”

She is pretty and middle-aged, I’m guessing forty-five years old, but she dresses like a much younger woman. She is about five feet and six inches tall, weighing maybe one hundred and thirty pounds, and she's heavily breasted like me. She wears short skirts and low-cut blouses most of the time, and her long, bleach-streaked, light-brown hair helps to accentuate her jade-green eyes. Overall, she looks very sexy, and usually seems to be a little flirty for someone working in the HR department.

I invited her to sit down and she said, “Thanks, sweetie. I don’t mean to be nosy, but I’d like to talk with you about something. You already know my husband, Steve, since he is the project director on the team you and Brad support, so I feel like I know Brad a little bit through him. You probably didn’t know that Steve is my husband, though. I’ve been thinking a lot about you two after processing all those medical bills, and I was hoping that you would join me for drinks after work today. I’d like to get to know you better and talk to you about something that might be helpful to you two. This isn’t a very good place to talk privately.”

That was the first time I had spoken with Martha, other than handing her the medical bills, and she seemed nice and sincere. I was also a little bit intrigued about what she had in mind, so I agreed to meet with her at a neighborhood bar near the plant at 6:00 pm. I called Brad to let him know that I was meeting with Martha after work and would be home a little late. He was fine with that.

We sat in a booth in a dimly-lit corner of the bar and ordered two of their specialty, jumbo margaritas. We made small talk for the first twenty minutes or so, talking about the company, and Martha explaining how much Steve likes working with Brad and me. Brad and I didn’t usually drink alcohol, and I was starting to feel relaxed and a little woozy as we finished the first drink and ordered another one. I got the feeling that Martha was waiting until I was mellowed out from the margaritas before talking about Brad’s medical issue. I was beginning to like Martha and starting to feel very comfortable with her.

The third round of margaritas had just been served to us, and I was starting to slur my words a little, when Martha said, “I don’t mean to be nosy or embarrass you or make you uncomfortable, Angie, but I can tell from all of his doctor’s bills and lab tests, that Brad has a severe case of erectile dysfunction. And just today, I gave the preapproval for additional visits with his psychiatrist. So, it looks like the doctors are thinking that it could be a psychological issue."

"I’ve handled the medical bills for several older men with ED, and I know that it's unusual for someone as young as Brad to have that problem. Steve has even noticed at work that Brad isn't his old self, and lately he’s been much less self-assured, and not nearly as assertive as he once was.”

She paused for a few moments to gauge my reaction, and when I said nothing she continued, saying, “Although I don’t know you very well, at least not yet, I really have sympathy for what you two must be going through, and especially you. I mean, you’re both so young, and in the prime of your sex lives together, so this must be very hard. I’m sorry for being so bold, but I’d like to offer my shoulder to lean on, or cry on if you want too. Please feel free to use me as a confidante if you’d like to discuss any of this.”

I was surprised that at woman I hardly knew was being so supportive of me, and I was a little too inebriated at the time to challenge her on being so nosy. Maybe it was the tequila, or just having the opportunity to share my frustrations with someone other than Brad, but I became overwhelmed with emotion as I was reminded of the sex life that Brad and I once had. I started sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, and Martha slid over next to me and put her arm around me.

She tenderly kissed my forehead and rubbed my back before saying, “I’m so sorry that I’ve upset you, sweetie, but it’ll be good for you to let it all out. Feel free to share your thoughts and feelings with me. I’m older and I’ve experienced a lot, so nothing you say will shock or offend me.”

We sat quietly for a couple of minutes as I tried to get control of my emotions. It was almost surreal that I was being held and comforted by a woman that I hardly knew. She's old enough to be my mother, and I suddenly felt very close to her. I probably wouldn’t have felt that way if I hadn’t been drinking, but my senses were in overdrive as I smelled the aroma of her perfume, and felt her large, soft breasts pressed against my arm and side. The moment was becoming sexualized for me as I mourned the loss of my previous sex life with Brad.

I was still sobbing, with tears running down my cheeks, as she caressed my face with her hand. I had never experienced sexual contact with a woman before, but when Martha put her hand behind my head and gently pulled my face to hers, I quickly yielded to her soft lips and probing tongue. We kissed like passionate lovers for what seemed like several minutes, until we pulled apart.

I just looked at her for a few moments before saying, “Oh, my goodness, Martha, I don’t know what came over me. I’ve only ever been with men and have never done anything like this with a woman. Now I’m so embarrassed, ashamed, and confused. I think that I enjoyed kissing you much more than I should have.”

Martha kept holding me as she looked me in the eyes and said, “Yes, sweetie, I enjoyed that too, and I’ve wanted to kiss your big, soft lips since the first time you came to my office. Don’t worry, honey; it’s not like I’m a full-blown lesbian or anything. I’m bisexual, and not the least bit apologetic about enjoying a varied and rewarding sex life, with both men and women; and especially with a hot, young woman like you. And now that we’ve gotten to know one another a little better, I think you might be ready for me to tell you what I have in mind for you and Brad, without beating around the bush, so to speak.”

She paused and leaned in to kiss me again, only that time she also rubbed my breasts. I loved her touching me that way, and my pussy was soaking wet, but I was too unsure of myself to fondle her. It was a long, wet, tongue-probing kiss, and it must have been a sight to see for the men at the bar.

We finally broke the kiss, and she continued holding me as she said, “Angie, you're one of the prettiest women that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and your voluptuous body exudes sensuality. So, I think it’s very unlikely that you're the cause of Brad’s problem.”

Martha paused to take a sip of her drink and continued, “This has been going on for almost three months that I know of, and I’m guessing that you might be getting a little horny. Steve has seen Brad’s cock at the urinals a few times over the last few years, and it’s pretty clear to us that, with your looks and his sizeable cock, you two must have had a pretty great sex life before the ED raised its ugly head. Steve said that Brad has seen his cock too, and he caught him looking many times. Please, Angie, tell me what your sex life has been like since the ED began.”

I was somehow relieved that I had someone to share our ordeal with, and I took another big gulp of my drink before responding, as candidly as I could, “You seem to know a lot for not really knowing us that well. Brad does have a big cock, and up until the ED started, he had been fucking me at least once every day since we met, averaging eight or nine times a week, with his thick, eight and a half-inch cock."

"He doesn’t know this, but I was also very sexually active in my last two years of high school and college, so this is the first time in six years that I’m not being fucked regularly. We do the best we can with oral sex, and Brad has become an excellent and enthusiastic cunt sucker. But I really miss the steady diet of thick, hard cock and cum shooting into my pussy.”

She looked at me and said, “Wow, Angie, thanks for not holding back. It’s exciting just hearing about your love life and confirms what I thought about you being hot in bed. Now it’s my turn to share a dark little secret. Steve and I belong to a small swinger’s group, along with four other couples. All of the husbands work at the plant, and all of them are well-hung, including my husband, Steve, who has an unusually thick, nine-inch cock, that is over six inches in circumference."

"We try to meet about one a week, and although everyone can’t make it every week, we usually have at least three couples. We’re all in our early to mid-forties, except for one couple in their early fifties, and the ability to have that kind of sexual variety keeps our marriages fresh. I know what you mean about missing Brad’s cock, since I have come to enjoy a steady diet of thick cocks too. I also enjoy spending time with two of the other ladies, who are receptive to girl sex, and sometimes we perform for the group to get everyone going.”

I wasn’t quite sure why she was telling me about the swinging, so I asked, “That all sounds wonderful, I guess, Martha, but why are you telling me about it?

She smiled and replied, “I was just thinking that part of Brad’s problem might be that he needs a little variety. As beautiful and luscious as you are, maybe he just needs to experience other women to help get his cock stiff again. I know that I would really enjoy trying to fuck him, and at least have him eat me out if he couldn’t get it up. And even if it doesn’t help him, if you are part of our group, you’ll be getting all the cock that you can handle. The men, including my Steve, would love to have a chance to bury their big cocks in a pretty, young thing like you. You’d be surprised who the other members of our group are, and I’ll tell you about them if you decide to join us.”

I had heard of swingers, but never thought that I would meet anyone involved in that activity. I had never even considered cheating on Brad and being involved with their group would give me a chance to get the fucking I needed, all out in the open. Brad isn't overly jealous when other men flirt with me, but I had never had any indication from him that he would be even remotely interested in seeing me have sex with other men.

Martha had to have gotten the unmistakable signal that I was interested when, instead of becoming offended by her suggestion, I asked, “What makes you think that a man’s man like Brad would be the least bit attracted to the idea of sharing me with other men?”

Martha responded, “Well, sweetie, I could certainly be wrong, but knowing how devastating impotence can be to a man’s ego, and from what Steve told me about the changes he’s seen in Brad’s demeanor, there’s a chance that he’s not quite as dominating as he used to be. And another thing; you mentioned how much he loves to suck your pussy. There’s nothing wrong with eating pussy, and heaven knows that women enjoy being eaten out, but the men in our group are very dominant sexually, and none of them seem to have a taste for cooze."

"He’d be very popular with the group, even if all he did was suck our well-fucked pussies. I don’t know, maybe eating you out so much and not having a hard cock has awakened a more-submissive side in him, or something. I’m just saying that he might be receptive to it if you discuss it with him.”

All our very candid sexual talk was turning me on, and I was even considering the possibility of joining their group. I was almost ashamed of myself for thinking about taking advantage of Brad’s weakened state for my benefit. I had no idea how I could bring something like that up with him.

I had another sip of my drink and asked, “I can see how what you’re saying might have some validity, Martha, but how could I even begin to bring something like this up to Brad?”

Martha smiled and said, “Well, I’ve never been involved in trying to convince a husband to join a swinger’s group, but I do have some ideas. Maybe you can wait until the next time you two are having oral sex, and when you sense that he is only moments from ejaculating, stop sucking him to talk."

"He will be so aroused at that point that he should be more receptive to the conversation, and listen so you can get back to making him cum. Then you can tell him about our discussion today, emphasizing that you're fully supportive of him having sex with other women, if that will solve his ED problem. You also want to make sure to convey your need to have penetrating sex again, to get him thinking about the possibility of and visualizing you having sex with other men.”

She paused briefly to take another sip of her drink, and continued, “His response will tell you a lot about his state of mind, and whether watching you with other men would be arousing to him. If he’s still listening to you at that point, you might want to tell him, in vivid detail, how sexually active you were before you two met, how much you have enjoyed fucking him, and how much you miss his big, hard cock."

"You wouldn’t be threatening to cheat on him, but he could get the impression that it would be better for you two to at least try our group, instead of risking that you’ll seek out other men behind his back. Then, when you’re through talking, reinforce the conversation by leaning down and sucking him off the rest of the way.”

I told Martha that I would think about our conversation and look for an opportunity right away to discuss it with Brad. We had already been there almost two hours, and it was getting late. When we started getting ready to pay the tab and leave, Martha leaned in to kiss me again, and it was another tongue-probing, wet kiss.

Then she said, “If you can convince Brad to try it, Steve and I will invite you over with just the two of us, since a larger group might be a little intimidating to start out. And even if it doesn’t work out with Brad, I’d like to get to know you a lot better. I want to taste every inch of your lovely body, and judging by how you’ve reacted to our kisses, I’m hoping that you feel the same way about me.”

It took me about fifteen minutes to get home, since I was still a little tipsy, and I drove slowly on lightly-traveled back roads. Brad had estimated that I would be home at a little after 8:00 pm, and he surprised me by having a wonderful Chinese take-out dinner waiting for me. He seemed to be in a good mood, and was teasing me about being inebriated, as he asked me what meeting with Martha was all about. That night seemed like it would be a good time to bring up the group.

I told him that we could talk about that later, when we went to bed, and changed the subject by asking him how his day had gone. It was almost 9:00 pm when we finished dinner, and after cleaning up, I said, “I’d like to skip watching TV tonight, honey, and go to bed right now. There something I want to talk with you about, but first, I’m horny as hell for some reason, and I want to feel you sucking my pussy while I suck your cock.”

We got undressed and went to bed without wasting time taking showers, and after kissing for a few minutes, we were in our familiar, side-by-side sixty-nine position, sucking each other. I knew that my pussy was more-gamey and juicier than usual for Brad, after the way Martha had me so turned on and wet at the bar, and Brad’s musky aroma from a long day at work was a big turn on for me. He was sucking me more aggressively than usual, likely because of my swampy aroma and taste, and I had his cock, which is almost six inches long when flaccid, tickling my throat.

It didn’t take long for me to hear his moans and feel him trying to thrust into my mouth, and I knew that he was very close to ejaculating. So, I rolled away to the side and turned around, facing him in the bed.

I kissed him and tasted my ripe pussy on his lips and tongue. Then I said, “I’m sorry for stopping, honey, and I’ll finish you off in a few minutes, but this seems like the right moment to tell you about my evening at the bar with Martha.”

Brad lay there, looking stunned, as I told him everything that Martha and I talked about, except the part where we thought he was becoming more-submissive. I also decided not to tell him about Martha and me kissing, at least not until I found the right moment.

When I was finished, I asked him what he was thinking, and he replied, “Oh fuck, Angie, now I really feel like a worthless piece of shit. My condition has affected you, my faithful wife, to the point that you seem receptive to joining that swinger’s group. And damn, honey, Steve isn't our direct boss, but we are responsible to him for our work on his team. And we don’t even know who the other members are. Would you really be willing to have sex with those other men, who it sounds like are all old enough to be your father?”

I began stroking his flaccid cock as I replied, “This isn’t really about me, honey, it’s about trying everything we can to help solve your impotence issue. I’m more than willing to let you experience sex with other women, just on the outside chance that it will help you get back to normal."

"Martha is a very pretty and sexy woman, even though she is in her forties, and it’s possible that she could help you. Although, I don’t want to deceive you, Brad; this would also be good for me. I’ve never told you about the sex life I had before we met, but I've been active fucking boys and men with big cocks, ever since my junior year in high school."

"These last two years with you have been so wonderful. You're the perfect lover, and I dearly miss the sex life we had before the ED began. From what Martha told me, Steve’s cock is a little longer and much thicker than yours. I’m sorry, honey, but you can’t blame me for wanting to have my pussy filled with hard cock meat again.”

Brad looked a little dejected as he responded, “Yes, Angie, I know that Steve is well-hung. I’ve seen his cock in the bathroom, just like he’s seen mine. But the thought of another man fucking you, especially an older man with a bigger cock than mine, is hard to take. I don’t think that I’d be willing to share you with other men. Are you really comfortable enough with Martha and Steve that you’d be willing to try this?”

I thought that would be the perfect time to tell him about the kisses, and I replied, “There’s something that I need to tell you that will answer that question for you. When Martha and I were discussing your ED condition, I became so emotional that I was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. She moved over to hug and comfort me, and before I realized what was happening, we were kissing in a deep, wet, and tongue-probing way. I was so attracted to her at that moment, and overwhelmed that she was being so supportive."

"I’m sorry, honey, but it just happened, and I think that I enjoyed it more than I should have. It's like she was a combination of a pretty, comforting mother figure and best friend, all rolled into one. She also told me that even if you couldn’t get hard right away, she would really enjoy having oral sex with you. So, I’m very comfortable with Martha, and we both know Steve well enough to know that he is a nice guy.”

Brad seemed to be deep in thought, and I considered that to be a positive, since he was actually thinking about it, and not screaming and yelling at me. I decided that was the right time to finish sucking him off, and I only had to suck his soft cock for a couple of minutes before he shot a bigger than usual load into my mouth.

It seemed like the conversation might have turned him on, at least a little. I swallowed a little of his cum, and then, in a moment of devilish inspiration, I moved up to kiss him. He was tasting and feeling the texture of his own cum on my lips and tongue, and we hadn’t done that before. He opened his eyes when he realized what I was doing but didn’t try to pull away.

We laid there quietly for about ten minutes, before Brad said, “My goodness, Angie, that was really something hearing about you and Martha kissing. It’s probably every man’s fantasy to see two women together, doing a lot more than kissing, and you must be comfortable with her to have done that. I’ve never met her, but if you really believe that there’s a chance having sex with her will help solve my impotence issue, then maybe it’s worth a shot. I’m still not very comfortable with the idea of you fucking Steve, though."

"Maybe you could let Martha know that I’m willing to try it, but I reserve the right to back out if the situation doesn’t feel right once we’re with them. And by the way, honey, that was pretty sneaky of you to kiss me with my cum still in your mouth. It didn’t really taste that bad, though, and I can see why you like to suck me off and swallow it.”

Brad’s reaction was more than I could have hoped for. The fact that he was willing to even consider me fucking Steve, told me a lot about his current state of mind. I’m sure that the old Brad would never have even let me finish telling him about the swingers’ group in the first place.

I got the idea to kiss him with his cum still in my mouth, when I remembered what Martha said about Brad being popular even if all he did was suck the ladies’ well-fucked pussies. That would mean that he would also be eating the other men’s cum. I don’t know why the thought of that turned me on so much, but it did, and Brad not pulling away from our kiss told me even more about his less-dominant frame of mind.

I called Martha the next morning, which was a Thursday at work, and told her everything that Brad and I talked about. We met for lunch at a burger joint near the plant, so we could talk more about it, and she invited us over on Friday night.

Then she said, “Your success with Brad so far is very encouraging, but we need to be careful that we don’t push things too fast and spook him. We’ll begin with a few drinks, and when Steve thinks the time is right, he’ll hopefully say the right things to get things started."

"If he wants to go through with this, it will probably be best to go to separate bedrooms for the first time, since we don’t know how Brad will react if he sees you fucking another man. And, sweetie, that was a clever thing you did giving Brad a taste of his own cum. I just might have to think of a way to see how far he’s willing to go with that concept.”

We went back to work, and by mid-afternoon we knew that Martha had called Steve with the news that we’d be coming over on Friday night. He was almost giddy telling Brad and me how happy he was that we were coming over. Steve has enough class that he never gave any hint that there was anything sexual to our visit.

When we were leaving work that afternoon, he said, “Martha and I are really looking forward to you guys coming over tomorrow night. I’ve worked with you two for years, and it’s about time that we get to know one another socially.”

It was hard to concentrate on work the next day, just thinking about going over to Steve and Martha’s home that night. Brad was quiet as we got dressed and ready to leave home, and I got the feeling that he was still struggling with the idea of me fucking Steve. We arrived there at about 7:30 pm, and Martha looked lovely in a short skirt and tight camisole top, and Steve was wearing khaki pants and a polo shirt. There was no mention of anything sexual, until it was almost 9:00 pm, and we had already drunk three mixed drinks a piece.

Martha must have told Steve that Brad and I weren’t accustomed to drinking alcohol, and he sensed by how relaxed we were that the time was right to get things started.

Steve looked at Brad and said, “I was really sorry to hear about the medical issue you’ve been experiencing, Brad, and it’s scary to know things like that can happen out of the blue like that. Martha thinks that it might really be a psychological issue. She told me that you and Angie are now aware that Martha and I have an open marriage, with four other couples, and we are more than willing to see if she can help your condition. I must admit that I’m also anxious to be with your beautiful Angie, but this is mainly about helping you. Is this something that you’re willing to try?”

Brad looked at Steve and replied, “Damn, Steve, this is all so embarrassing for me, and I don’t feel like the confident and self-assured man I used to be. Martha is a beautiful woman, and I am attracted to her, but I still don’t think I can handle seeing Angie in the arms of another man.”

Steve smiled and said, “Yeah, I know what you mean. The first time was hard for me too. I quickly got over the embarrassment and self-loathing, though, when I saw how much Martha enjoyed being with other men, and how much it excited me. It was a stark, visual confirmation to me of just how hot and sexy she is as they made love."

"Maybe it would be easier for you if the first time, we go to separate bedrooms. That way, you and Martha can focus on getting that big cock of yours working again. I promise that Angie will be in good hands, and if either of you feels uncomfortable, we can stop, with no harm done.”

Brad took my hand, leaned over to kiss me, and then said to Steve, “Okay, Steve, I guess we can try it, and we’d better start now before I lose my courage.”

Martha stood up and took Brad by the hand, leading him to their master bedroom, as Steve led me to the guest room. I was a little nervous, but I had so much previous experience with men, that I didn’t hesitate to undress, as Steve took off his clothes. I was very impressed with his fit, muscular, and hairy body, and his very thick, uncircumcised cock looked enormous to me. I could tell that he was also impressed with my voluptuous breasts and the neatly trimmed hair covering my prominent, thick-lipped labia.

We got into bed and kissed passionately as he rubbed my breasts, and then I leaned down to take his soft cock into my mouth. His cock started getting hard immediately, and I couldn't helping thinking about how erotic it was being in bed, naked, with a man old enough to be my father.

As his cock got fully hard, I struggled to get the oozing cock head and first few inches of the shaft into my mouth, as he massaged and squeezed my breasts. He looked down at me sucking him and said, “Holy shit, Angie, you're an amazingly beautiful and luscious woman, and I can’t wait much longer to get this old cock into your sweet, young pussy. I hope that Brad and Martha are doing okay, but I need to focus on you for now.”

I pulled my mouth off his cock and rolled onto my back, pulling him on top of me. He leaned down to suck my breasts as I felt his big cock probing at my labia, and I said, “Oh fuck, don’t tease me like that, Steve. It’s been almost three months since I’ve been fucked, and I need your thick cock inside of me. Right now!”

Steve smiled down at me and said, “My pleasure, Angie, but I need to ask you something. Just before his ED happened, Brad told me that you two were planning to start a family. Does that mean that you aren’t on birth control? The only way I’ll fuck a woman is bareback, but I just wanted to know if you're protected.”

The fact was, that I hadn’t been on birth control for four months. I thought that I was in the safe part of my cycle, and I knew that some men get even more aroused when they think they can impregnate a woman.

I kissed him again before fibbing a little, “I’m not using any protection and I’m about mid-cycle, but I don’t care. I need your big cock inside of me, and I want to feel your cum shooting against my cervix. Come on, Steve, fuck me, and fuck me hard. Breed me with your huge cock.”

Steve smiled before leaning down to suck my breasts again, as he pushed his massive cock into my petite body. I hadn’t been fucked in months, and his thick girth felt so good stretching my vagina. We got into a good rhythm, and he was soon thrusting into me to the balls. I wrapped my legs around his ass and held on tight as we fucked in a lustful frenzy.

I was surprised that he lasted so long, as I had one orgasm after the other on his thick cock. It seemed to be a little over ten minutes before he began to moan, and then buried his cock to the balls inside of me and I felt his meat throb and pulse, as his cum filled my pussy. Then we kissed again, as he slowly fucked me with his softening cock, keeping my pussy plugged with his cum in me. Then I leaned down to suck his cock and big, low-hanging balls clean.

We lay on the bed together kissing and cuddling for another ten minutes, and then Steve said, “Let’s go back to the family room and see if Martha and Brad are back there yet, and let’s stay naked. We might as well find out up front how Brad will react to seeing us together naked and fondling one another. And after what Martha told me about him eating his own cum when you kissed last night, I’m curious to see if he has an attraction to my cock.”

Martha and Brad were just coming out of their room as Steve and I were sitting down on the couch. They were also nude, and Martha’s body is fantastic, with her big, melon-sized breasts and thick, hairy pussy lips.

I was very curious how it went with them, and while Steve was fondling my breasts and fingering my pussy, I asked, “How did it go Brad? Were you able to get it up with Martha’s help?”

Brad responded, “Martha is a beautiful woman, and I love her body, but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get hard. We tried everything, and mostly ended up in a sixty-nine, sucking one another. Her pussy was so juicy, and I just loved the taste and thickness of her wetness. She was able to make me cum, and I know that I gave her at least two orgasms with my mouth. I think part of the problem was that I was thinking so much about what you and Steve were doing, that it was hard to fully concentrate.”

I noticed that Brad was glancing over at me stroking Steve’s cock, and that’s when Steve spoke up and said, “Your wife is one sweet little lady, and we had a great time. We should try this again after we rest up for a little while, only this time do it all together. In the meantime, maybe the girls can show us how close they’re becoming. There’s nothing wrong with a little bisexual action, is there? Let’s get up and give the girls the couch.”

It was a surprise to me that Steve suggested that, but I wasn’t opposed to it. The guys stood up, and Martha moved over to kiss me. We were soon in a tight embrace, kissing soulfully, with our melon breasts pressed together. She pushed me back on the couch and turned so we were in a shortened sixty-nine position, sucking one another’s breasts.

I love her body too, and after a few minutes she slid farther up on me and started sucking my just-fucked pussy. I also sucked her and had my first taste of another woman’s snatch. I love the taste, texture and musky aroma of her hairy cunt, and when I looked over at Brad, I got a surprise.

He was watching us closely, stroking his cock, and it was getting partially hard. Martha noticed it too and said, “Damn, everybody, look at that. It seems that Brad gets turned on watching Angie with someone else. So maybe now is a good time to tell him why my pussy was so juicy. Steve didn’t want to cum too fast the first time fucking Angie, so we fucked just before you guys got here. So, Brad was tasting the same thing in me that I’m tasting in Angie right now.”

Brad’s cock wasn’t getting fully hard, but he still looked very excited as he said, “What the fuck, Steve, you could have warned me that you had recently fucked Martha. I guess it’s not that big a deal, though. I probably would have recognized the taste if it wasn’t mixed with Martha’s juices, and I like it even better that way.”

Steve’s cock was getting fully hard watching us eat each other out. He stroked his cock and said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom and see what develops with Brad.”

I was enjoying sucking Martha’s pussy, and reluctantly got up to go with the others. It was a surreal, almost out of body, experience seeing Brad kissing Martha, as Steve was sucking my tits and getting ready to impale me on his big cock. I was moaning and oohing and aahing as he began to fuck me again, and it looked like Brad was trying to fuck Martha with his cock, which was partially hard from watching us girls have lesbo sex.

I was watching Brad when he looked over at me, with Steve still sucking my breasts and pounding me hard, and he had the strangest look on his face. It was a mixture of jealousy, anger, lust, and happiness as he looked at me with his eyes tearing up. He was watching his young wife being fucked by a man old enough to be my father.

Suddenly, Martha began to moan and said, “Oh fuck yeah, Brad honey, your big cock is hard as a rock and feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me, boy, let me see what you can do with this big, young cock of yours.”

It was hard to believe, but it seemed that Brad’s cock was hard because of watching me being fucked by Steve. I don’t know what kind of psychological issue that implies, and why watching his wife being fucked made the difference, but his cock was hard for the first time in almost three months. There we were, side by side, fucking one another’s spouses, with the room filled with the aroma and sounds of lustful sex. Brad was so excited to able to fuck again, that he only lasted about three minutes before he buried his cock to the balls in her pussy, and ejaculated inside of her.

Steve was still fucking me hard and a couple of minutes from cumming, when Martha pushed Brad down and said, “That’s it, baby, get on down there and clean all of your tasty cum out of mama.”

Brad didn’t have to be told twice, and the sounds of him slurping his cum from Martha’s pussy was a turn on for me. About that time, Steve stiffened, and I felt his thick cock throbbing and pulsing as he shot his second load of cum in me.

He looked down at me and said, “Aahh shit, here it comes, Angie! If my first load didn’t knock you up, maybe this one will. Brad better clean you up too, if you don’t want to have my baby.”

Steve rolled off me and Brad moved between my legs without even needing to be told. He was sucking my pussy more aggressively than he had ever done before, as the rest of us watched. By the time he finished cleaning my pussy, his cock was soft again.

We all lay there in silence for a few moments until Steve said, “Why don’t we all go take a shower together, while we recharge for round three. I can hardly wait to see if Brad can perform with Angie, and the shower will be fun while we wait.”

They have a large travertine shower with built-in benches and multiple shower heads, and I was soaping up Steve as he rubbed soap all over my body, while Martha and Brad did the same. Then Steve pushed Martha and me together, and we kissed as we rubbed and fondled one another, and it was so erotic lifting and handling her big tits.

Before long, Brad got down on his knees, sandwiched between us, as he took turns going back and forth sucking our pussies. At the same time, Steve was pushing up against us from the side, fucking his cock between our slick thighs. I knew that his cock must have been bumping into Brad’s face, but he didn’t try to pull away. We stayed in the shower for about thirty minutes, and then dried off and sat on the bed talking and finishing our drinks.

It had been almost forty-five minutes since the last time we fucked, and Martha said, “Okay, Angie and Brad, let’s see if we have corrected that ED problem. We’re really looking forward to watching you two fuck, and you can just pretend that we’re not here.”

We started off in a sixty-nine, and I was hoping that Brad’s cock would get hard in my mouth. When it didn’t harden, I rolled away and turned around on my back, with my legs spread for him.

Then I said, “Maybe your cock just needs the feeling of my wet, warm pussy, so come on, honey, fuck me."

Brad moved over me, and we kissed as he tried to push his flaccid cock into my wet vulva. His thick, soft cock felt nice sliding in the cleavage of my puffy labia, but it wasn’t getting hard. We kissed and I rubbed his back and ass to encourage him, but to no avail. He finally rolled off to the side and turned away from me.

Steve spoke up and said, “Don’t give up, buddy, let me try to help again. I’ll get started fucking Angie, while you watch and suck on Martha, and when you get hard, we can switch.”

Steve was very anxious to fuck me again, and I wasn’t sure that he really cared about Brad’s problem. As soon as Steve got on top of me and began sucking my breasts, as he pushed his massive cock into my wet pussy, I saw that Brad’s cock was getting hard. Steve rolled off to the side and Brad got on top me. His cock was hard as a rock when he pushed into my pussy, but it quickly began to soften. Brad was almost in tears when he realized that his cock was flaccid again, and he pulled out and lay next to me.

Steve and Martha saw what happened, and Martha said, “Damn, Brad, I’m so sorry. The only time you seem to be able to get it up is when you’re watching Angie having sex with others. You could have some deep-seated psychological need to watch Angie being sexually pleasured by others, because of some primal desire to have dominant men breeding your wife for you. You got partially hard seeing Angie and me together, but hard as a rock when Steve was fucking her."

"You can hopefully work through that someday. In the meantime, though, Steve and I and the other couples in our group will be more than happy to give you all the pussy you need and Angie all the cock she needs. And it’s a real plus that you seem to have a taste for just-fucked pussy, which may be somewhat related to your desire to see Angie fucked by other men, as a way to participate in her insemination by eating their cum.”

I was a little surprised that Martha was being so brutally honest about Brad’s situation and possible motivation, and then pleased when he didn’t react negatively to her comments. That told me that he was accepting that he could still fuck other women, so long as he could watch me being fucked by other men.

With nothing more being said at that time, Steve started fucking me again, and Brad fucked Martha. Then, he dutifully cleaned both of us up with his mouth, showing his acceptance of his cunt cleaning role. That was the men’s third ejaculation of the evening, four for Steve, and afterwards we lay in bed together, casually fondling and sucking one another as we rested up.

Martha moved over next to me and started sucking my breasts, and we ended up in a lustful sixty-nine, as the men watched. That left Brad and Steve next to one another on the bed. Steve was casually stroking his soft cock and Brad got semi-hard again as he watched us. 

She surprised me again, when she stopped sucking my pussy for a few moments, and looked over at the men, saying, “There’s really nothing wrong with a little bisexual action, Brad. I know that Steve doesn’t like oral sex and wouldn’t be interested in returning the favor, but you should lean over and get a taste of his nice cock. You’ve already eaten three of his cum loads anyway, so it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

Brad looked over at me, with my mouth full of Martha’s pussy, and I nodded my approval. It was a surreal moment watching my previously-macho husband lean over and take Steve’s cock into his mouth. He was tentative at first, just tonguing the rubbery foreskin and partially protruding cock head, and then he took more of the shaft into his mouth and began sucking him.

I think that Martha wanted to encourage Brad’s discovery of bisexual cock sucking, and we pulled apart as she went over to suck Brad’s cock, as he sucked Steve’s. I watched in awe as Steve’s cock hardened, and he held Brad’s head in place with his hands, as he fucked into Brad’s mouth. Brad sucked him for what seemed like fifteen minutes, and just at the point that I heard Brad’s muffled moans, as he ejaculated into Martha’s mouth, Steve was moaning as he shot his load into Brad’s mouth. Brad continued sucking him as Steve’s cock softened, and Steve finally pushed him away.

We all sat there quietly for a few seconds, and Brad’s face was getting red as he showed his embarrassment at becoming Steve’s cock sucker. Steve took control of the situation and solidified Brad’s role as the submissive man in the room by saying, “Aaahh fuck, Brad, that was a super blowjob. I always thought from the way you’ve stared at my cock at the urinals that I’d get you to suck me one day, but I never expected for it to happen this way, with me getting to fuck your pretty, young wife too. You’re going to be real popular with the men and women in our little group.”

Brad stammered and stuttered for a while before he said, “I don’t know what came over me, but in the heat of the moment and at Martha’s suggestion, it just seemed like the natural thing to do. I must admit that I’ve thought about doing that before, and it was even better than I imagined. After watching you fuck Angie, it made me feel somehow a part of it to suck your cock too.”

Steve smiled and said, “I think you know that the men in our group get all of the pussy we want, but it’ll be nice to have you available when we’re at work or at other times when the ladies aren’t around. You’ll both be surprised at who the other members are.”

Martha then chimed in and told us about the other couples in their group. Carl is the fifty-two-year-old, black director of the human resources department, and he has a very thick, uncircumcised, twelve-inch cock. His wife, Tonya, is very attractive, and has big tits and a big ass. Hector is the forty-six-year-old warehouse supervisor, with a ten-inch cock, and his foxy, Latina wife, Camila, is beautiful with a great body.

I was very surprised to hear that my boss, Kevin, in accounting, who is in his early forties, is also a member, and that he has an exceptionally thick eight-inch cock. His wife, Kendra, is a hair dresser. Finally, there is Mitch, the mid-forties marketing manager with a nine-inch cock, and his beautiful wife, Nancy. I already knew the men from working at the company and was impressed with them.

It was almost 1:00 am when we were on the way home, and Brad was very quiet, until I asked him to explain his attraction to Steve’s cock.

He sheepishly replied, “I’m sorry, honey, but I guess that I'm reverting back to some things I did in high school. I was only sixteen years old and in my junior year, when I was camping was some of my best friends. We were drinking, one thing led to another, and before I knew what was happening my friends had convinced me to suck their cocks. I loved the taste and texture of their cum. I continued sucking them when we were alone, until the end of high school, and that’s when I changed my focus to girls. Ever since then I've been a real pussy hound.”

He paused for a moment, thinking, and then continued, “When I first went to work at the company, two years before you started, I began to notice Steve’s cock in the restroom. It made me think back to my experiences in high school, although, I didn’t have the desire to suck him, at least not at that time. It wasn't until I met you and we were married, that I began to have fantasies about Steve fucking you, and I was also thinking more and more about what it would be like to suck his cock" 

"After that, whenever I saw Steve’s big cock, all I could think about was him fucking you. I guess it's possible that the psychological effect of my submissive fantasies about being cuckolded and sucking his cock could have contributed to my ED. Tonight was wonderful, and I got to experience my fantasies with you."

"I love you dearly, Angie, and I find it hard to describe what a turn-on it for me to see you being fucked, and I loved sucking Steve’s cum out of you and Martha. Sucking his cock was the icing on the cake. It sure didn’t seem like you minded fucking him either.”

Following that first night with Martha and Steve, we joined their swingers’ group. I'm very popular with the men, and they love my relatively tight, young pussy and big, firm breasts. I also have lesbian sex with Martha and two of the other wives. Brad enjoys fucking all the other wives, and even more, he loves cleaning up all of the women after each fucking. Each of the men usually have two or three ejaculations when we're all together, and sometimes Brad gets a stomach ache from all the cum and pussy juice he swallows. He also sucks the men’s cocks and balls when they want him to.

I take responsibility for not beginning my birth control again, after we joined the group. I love the excitement of having unprotected sex, and the men got excited too, knowing that I'm rolling the dice on whether I'm fertile or not when we fuck, and they inseminate me. Two weeks after I fucked Steve for the first time, I missed my period. Now I’m five months pregnant and still fucking all the men. Brad has agreed to raise the baby as our own, and we plan to continue with the swingers' group, even if his ED goes away in the future.