I took a sip of my water and watched my wife sacrifice her body to dive for a dig in the sand volleyball game. She loved playing volleyball in general and now she was the only girl on the court. Our friend Rich offered her a hand to get up.

Sandy really dug Rich, and I had to admit I understood. He stood right at six feet, with curly dirty blond hair, broad shoulders, and washboard abs. Sandy kept his hand and gazed into his eyes just a little too long. Message transmitted, would it be received?

Most of the guys on the court were Naval Flight Officers. Rich was one. The rest of us at the game were Air Force Instructor Navigators. We were all part of an Interservice Flying Training Squadron. We got together every Friday to play sports after the morning’s training flights.

Players rotated in and out between sets and we all worked up a good sweat. Sandy stayed on the court as much as she could and I noticed that she kept close proximity to Rich, touching him often. By the end of the afternoon I had no doubt the message was received and I invited Rich to come by for dinner. We would be cooking steaks later this fall evening in our backyard. 

We lived on base and shared a common backyard with a playground and grills with several other families. The base was in the northern Central Valley of California. Fall days were hot and evenings cooled down nicely. This lent itself to lots of informal block parties and more.

So what you’ve heard about swinging in the U.S., that it started in the Air Force in World War II, that’s all true. What is less well known is that swinging was still alive and well in the modern military. It was the end of the Cold War, just before Saddam set events into motion. We were all young, in great shape, cocky, and horny as hell. Our wives were mostly very good looking and our kids too young to know what was going on. Given the proximity of the neighborhood, it was not unusual for sunrise to reveal that some mixing and matching went on in the night.

Sandy and I had a great relationship. We met in Austin right after college and clicked right away. She was a cute tomboy who loved sports. I was a nerd into jazz and science fiction. She knew I was bi when we started dating. She was very straight. The perfect couple, right? We got her pregnant, got married, and looked for a way to find stability. Somehow we fit right in when I joined the Air Force.

Sandy and I were about the same height, five feet seven inches. You run into a lot of shorter guys in the Air Force, because tall guys are hard to fit in cockpits. Like I said she was a cute tomboy and she kept her brunette hair in a boy cut with blond highlights. She had wine cup shaped 34c breasts and her hips had only a slight spread from birthing our two kids. She worked hard to keep in shape and it showed.

Me? Shorter than average, as I said, a buck fifty on the scale. Dark blond, almost light brown, hair. I was in the best shape of my life at the time. Being an instructor meant very little travel and predictable workdays. Daily tennis, racquetball in the winter, five miles on the track or the treadmill three times a week all contributed to a firm, slim build. I didn’t pump the way a lot of guys did, though a couple of times a week I would do three sets of twenty-five negative incline sit ups with a fifty pound weight on my chest. That kept my abs reasonably tight.

Friday nights were always big at the Officers’ Club in those days, but for those of us with kids it wasn’t a weekly event. I was happy Rich, who was single, decided to forgo the chance to chase some tail and act like a Top Gun to join us. I handed him a beer as he strolled into our backyard.

Our next-door neighbor, Regina, would be watching our kids overnight. She was sitting out next to Sandy in a lawn chair, watching them on the playground. Her husband was TDY (traveling on Temporary Duty) and she was the Earth Mother type, with just one of her own. Our kids loved playing together, so she had the duty. Sandy and I would return the favor when Jim got home.

Our neighbor on the other side was also alone tonight. Julie’s husband Mark was in the Office of Special Investigations (think NCIS these days, only in Air Force blue) and was constantly on the road. I stepped in a lot as surrogate handyman and male authority figure with their two boys. With Mark’s blessing, I also filled in for Julie in other ways.

Another couple, Tim and Cindy, and their five kids were also out and about. I lit the fire. Tim walked over with a package of burgers. I had steaks for myself, Sandy, Rich, Regina, and Julie marinating, Sandy had potatoes baking in the oven, and Julie had a salad in the fridge. The party was on.

We nibbled chips, drank, and passed around the bullshit as the California sun settled over the Coastal Range, and lit the high Cirrus clouds in a riot of orange and pink. The girls talked babies and elementary school and mothers in law, and the guys talked shop and college football. My Longhorns were going to crush Tims’ Aggies tomorrow in College Station.

Tim cooked his family’s burgers and they went inside to put “Dumbo” on for the five millionth time. We passed Disney movies around the neighborhood to keep our kids quiet and the parents sane. I cooked our steaks and some hotdogs for the brood of five around our feet (our two, Julie’s two, and Regina’s one) and we served on a table on our back patio. Julie and I were sharing some glances and Sandy kept looking at Rich like the steak was doing nothing for the hunger she felt.

Dinner over and dishes organized for washing tomorrow morning, Regina took our kids into her place and sat them down with some instructional software. Jim was an early geek who had the nicest system in the whole 500-unit base housing area. Julie took her boys down the street, where our Commander’s daughter would babysit them. Then Julie came back to join Rich, Sandy, and I out near the grill. I threw some wood on the coals to make a small fire for a little light and warmth. Like I said, the Central Valley cooled down quickly in the fall.

Sandy and Rich sat on one side of the fire with their chairs close together, leaning into each other’s shoulder. Rich was to Sandy’s right, so diagonal from my position. Julie pulled her chair close to mine and offered to share the blanket she picked up in her place on the way back. We spread it over our laps and legs and made no pretence about snaking our hands underneath.

You could get away with bold, but not blatant in the housing area in those days. While everyone knew the score, there were still some pretty strong puritans around. Tim could get self-righteous at times, particularly if he felt that anyone was doing something that his kids could see 

So Sandy and Rich just pecked lips occasionally, while Rich casually reached with his right hand under his left arm and Sandy’s right, to rub her right breast through her shirt. She had doffed her bra while we straightened the kitchen. They snuggled as close as they could.

Julie was one of the best lovers I ever had. She came across as quiet and demure in public, but she could curse better than a sailor and had no shame. Our bedroom windows faced each other across a narrow grass alleyway and Julie often treated me, and even Sandy, to views of her naked form. In the sack she was a total dynamo, open to any and all acts in any and all openings. So it didn’t surprise me one bit when I felt her pull the leg of my shorts up and grab my rapidly hardening tool. Like my wife, I shed my under things during our kitchen cleanup.

I reciprocated by slipping my hand down the elastic waistband of Julie’s warmups. I knew she would be commando inside and found a warm, moist welcome for my intrusion. She lifted her leg and draped it over my knee, then leaned back to grant me an all-access pass.

With the exception of the fire it was dark around us. I chose not to turn our patio light on, for obvious reasons. To a casual observer we might seem a bit friendlier than most couples, but not overtly so. We kept up a lively conversation, switching to a nice Napa Cabernet I had picked up at the winery last weekend and slowly let our desires build.

Sandy made the first move. She excused herself to go in to “freshen up” and asked Rich to pour her another glass of wine. This was strategic, because the current bottle was empty and he would have to go into our kitchen for a new one. My little tomboy had streaks of the sexual predator in her.

Julie and I remained outside another fifteen minutes or so. Our conversation had turned into quiet little moans and catches of breath as we masturbated each other. The fire died to the point that it gave almost no light and I leaned over and kissed her thoroughly. I rose and offered her a hand. We threw her blanket on the couch in our family room as we headed back to the master bedroom.

Sandy was moaning loudly. My wife apparently worked herself up pretty well for her stud out on the volleyball court this afternoon. As Julie and I walked into the room we were greeted by the sight of my wife’s lovely, naked ass posting up and down on Rich’s lap. She didn’t even give the poor guy time to get his pants off; they were still bunched around his knees. One shoe was even still on.

Julie turned to me shaking her head. “Your wife is a slut, you know that?” she asked.

“I do, and I couldn’t be more proud of her,” I replied. Raising my voice, I called out to Sandy, “how is he, honey? Are you having fun?”

“Oh…he…is…marvelous,” she panted out each word on her down stroke from her cowgirl position. “Julie…you…should…try…him.”

“Thanks, doll, I have,” Julie chuckled. “But I think I’ll just fuck your man here tonight instead. Is that alright?”

Borrowing and twisting a line from her favorite actor in her favorite movie, Sandy responded with a line from Butch and Sundance, “Take him, he’s yours,” and went right on fucking Rich.

Julie and I were not in a hurry. We slowly undressed each other. Kissing deeply, we nibbled and licked spots as clothes hit the floor. I dipped my finger in her pussy and brought it up to her lips. She sucked on it hungrily and did the same to me with a drop of precum from the tip of my cock. I brushed my fingers along her ass crack and rubbed her anus in a lazy circle.

Once we were both nude, Julie pushed me back onto the bed next to Rich and Sandy. I looked over and gave Rich a grin and a wink. Julie began working her tongue on my toes, the first step in a journey I knew she was about to take up my legs. My cock twitched in anticipation.

“How’s it hanging, buddy?” I asked Rich. “Is my wife taking good care of you?”

“You know it, man,” he grinned right back. “Thanks for sharing. This is the hottest piece of ass on the base.”

As much as she was a vixen, Sandy could also be just a bit of a prude and embarrass easily. She leaned down and began a thorough examination of Rich’s tonsils with her tongue to shut him up. She knew he could get a bit raunchy and she didn’t want to hear it about herself. At least not with Julie around.

Julie was working quickly tonight. She finished with my toes and was now licking the insides of my knees, while brushing her nipples across the tops of my feet. I flexed my toes to try to grab and tickle those same nipples and moved my own hands to my chest. Nipples, whether someone else’s or my own, were particular favorites of mine.

Sandy was working up a good sweat on top of Rich. He was roughly pulling and twisting her nipples, just the way she liked and was actively bouncing his own hips to thrust up into her. Rich’s cock was a good two inches longer than mine, reaching eight inches into her vagina and had a proportional girth. Unlike most men, it had almost no curve to it at all when hard. I reached over and rubbed my wife’s clit a bit. She smiled at me and moaned.

Julie reached her goal and immediately swallowed my six inches to the hilt. She was a master of the blowjoband knew how to bring a man right to the brink over and over before granting him release. She also immediately began inserting her index finger into my anus, seeking my prostate. My eyes rolled back into my head and I settled in to enjoy the ride.

Julie began bobbing up and down on my cock. She’d pump six quick times, then reach down and suck one of my balls into her mouth. Then six more times, and then the other ball. This also allowed her to dribble some saliva as lubricant down onto her finger. She quickly found the firm sponge of my prostate inside my rectum and began a massage.

Sandy could ride a guy for thirty minutes or more at a time and Rich was her favorite hobbyhorse. She had her hands resting on his chest now, looking deep into his eyes. If I didn’t know better I would say she was falling for the guy. Such events were of course not uncommon and the divorce rate among military aviators at the time was higher than the national average.

But I knew my wife had a good head on her shoulders and a heart big enough for the world while keeping a special place for me. I also knew something else that I couldn’t say with Julie in the room.

Had I been eating Julie instead of the other way around, we would have been entertained with a review of obscenities in the English language. Julie always started with the Seven Dirty Words You Can’t Say on Television and then she became creative. I enjoyed it a lot, particularly when she started referring to me as her bitch and slut. I had a hidden submissive streak at the time.

As it was, we had some cool jazz playing quietly in the background and four voices murmuring, moaning, and sighing. One of the reasons Sandy dug Rich so much was that he was very long lasting. The reason I dug Julie was she was so creative. I thought of this as the second digit slipped past my sphincter. Then the phone rang.

I was the Wing Executive Officer. As such, I was required to be on call 24/7 whenever I was on the station. However this weekend we had a duty officer assigned in the Command Post, so I had the radio that sat next to my bed in a charger turned off. This could only be some emergency.

I flipped on the light and reached for the phone as Julie wiped her lips. Sandy kept slowly pumping on Richand he kept his hands on her tits, but they were both looking over at me with concern.

“This is the Exec,” I said in my most professional voice. Thank God I wasn’t out of breath from fucking.

“Hi sir,” said a young girl’s voice. “This is Tina, Col Rogers’ daughter. Is Mrs. Simmons there? She left this number for emergencies.”

“Of course, just a second, Tina,” I said, turning and handing the phone to Julie.

“Tina? Hi, what’s up?” Julie said. She listened for a minute and then said, “Okay, you did the right thing. Have Tim Jr. keep pressure on it and I’ll be over in a few minutes, thanks.”

She passed the phone back to me to hang up and said, “Well damn, Mommy time again. Danny fell and cut his forehead. Tina says there is a lot of blood, but of course that’s to be expected. I better go and see if I need to take Danny to the ER, and hopefully get him home to bed. Sorry to leave you hanging, Tiger.”

She rose to gather her clothes and I got up too. “No worries,” I said. “I’m sure I can find some way to get those two to let me join in. Do you need me to go with you?”

“No, no, I’m sure it’s no big deal,” she shook her head after slipping on her top and leaned over to give me a kiss. “Thanks for offering though. You better get over there and reclaim your wife from that Squid before she starts singing Anchors Aweigh. Good night you guys. Don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do!”

With that she went around the bed and gave Sandy a peck and pinched Rich’s shoulder. As she passed me she gave me one last kiss and said, “Rain check?"

“Sure, with pleasure. Give me a call if you need anything,” I replied.

And then she was gone. 

Turning back toward the bed, I saw Sandy was still slowly rocking atop Rich. They were both grinning at me. While the departure of the delectable Julie was regrettable, it was not the disaster that it could have been. I went over and started untying Rich’s shoe.

“Well, I guess the real fun starts early tonight, eh boys?” Sandy said, licking her lips. 

“Yeah, I guess it does,” Rich agreed.

I didn’t say anything. I tossed Rich’s shoe over in the corner and helped him shimmy the rest of the way out of his pants and socks. Then I climbed onto the bed and forced his legs apart. I scooted up behind my wife, wrapped my arms around her torso, and claimed her tits from Rich’s hands. My semi-hard cock was brushing her ass and it was beginning to recover its stiffness.

After a few moments of silently urging my wife to fuck our friend, I broke our embrace and reached into the drawer of the bedside table. As I came out with the lube, Sandy gave a little moan. She knew what was coming and she thoroughly approved all my plans, as did Rich.

I squeezed a small dollop of lube onto a finger and massaged it into her sphincter slowly. Then, adding a bit more lube, I slipped my finger into her nether opening. This elicited a groan from her. 

Sandy slid forward until only about half of Rich’s cock was still in her pussy. This still left plenty, as Rich was a solid eight incher. She lowered her torso to give me more access.

I replaced my finger with the thumb of my left hand in her anus, and then used my right hand to lube up my cock. I got it good and slick, then slid forward into place. Using my right hand to control my movements, I used my cock as a tool to lube the sphincter up. But it wasn’t Sandy’s sphincter. It was Rich’s 

We liked having Rich around for three reasons: one, he was a great guy who was fun to be around and loved sex; two, he had an eight inch cock; and three, he was into both guys and girls, just like me. That long cock let Sandy scoot forward, allowing Rich to raise his hips. This gave me a workable shot at fucking him, while she still have ample cock to work with.

Sure, this was risky behavior. At the time we were still several years from even the stupid “don’t ask/don’t tell” policy and what we were doing was punishable under the Uniform Code of Military Justice. We could both be summarily sacked, our careers and lives ruined.

Not that the rules stopped human behavior. In my experience military service actually attracted a higher percentage of gay, lesbian, and bisexual people than other careers. I bet twenty percent of the guys in the barracks, both officer and enlisted, were at least bi. We just had to be incredibly careful and work under the context of Mutually Assured Destruction if we did anything dumb. I’m glad we finally came to our senses as a nation.

None of that ran through my head as I rubbed my cock on Rich’s ass. He moaned in approval of my actions and Sandy looked over her shoulder.

“Yeah, get my stud good and ready and then fuck his ass,” she hissed at me. 

“How does his cock feel in your pussy, honey?” I asked her.

“God he is so fucking long, honey,” she replied. “I love feeling his cock in me. Can we keep him?”

“Only if you promise to share his cum with me later,” I said with a wicked chuckle. 

I was using my cock like a pointing trowel, squeezing dollops of lube onto the end and working it in to Rich’s hole. Controlling vertical and horizontal alignment with my hand and providing forward and reverse motion with my hips. Taking my time to get it right. And he was relaxing nicely.

“Come on, Steve,” Rich urged. “I’m ready. This slut has me ready to bust my nut and I want your cock inside me when I do.”

I went ahead and pressed my cockhead firmly against his rosebud. I met some resistance, but like I said, Rich was relaxing nicely. With one firm push I was past the muscle and into the velvet of his anus. I matched this penetration with another thrust of my thumb into my wife’s ass.

Now we were connected and began to fuck in earnest. This is what tonight was all about. Having Julie over was a nice bonus, but Sandy and I loved nothing more than sharing a man. This was something we got to do all too seldom given the culture of the military.

I began a steady pump in and out of Rich’s ass. It was a warm, smooth, tight glove around my cock. I felt the slightly firm bump of his prostate with my cockhead on each stroke and I was matching the motions of my thumb with Sandy’s work on his cock.

Sandy picked up the pace. All the volleyball and innuendo and foreplay and cowgirl fucking had her pretty worked up. I felt a small orgasm take her through the way her ass muscle clenched my thumb. But this was just a preliminary. She picked up her pace again.

Rich was moving a little, but he was mostly along for the ride. This was the third time we had a threesome, so we were settling into a practice. He focused on his own and Sandy’s pleasure and I handled my own. He was moaning along with Sandy. They had been fucking now for nearly forty-five minutes,and he was also getting close. That’s another thing we liked about Rich; his staying power.

I continued my steady fuck of Rich’s sweet ass. I could see the sweat making the ends of Sandy’s short hair wet and gleaming on her back and haunches. My wife had the best ass I ever saw and this night it was particularly succulent looking. She began to cry out as her orgasm built.

“Oh, oh, that’s so fucking good,” she moaned. “Oh, Rich I love fucking you. You have the greatest cock. Oh, it’s filling me up and going so deep. Oh, I’m such a slut. Oh, honey forgive me, but I do love fucking Rich so much!”

Twisted bastard that I am I almost came out with a snarky comment about how unoriginal all of the “ohs” were in her vocabulary. That was just the way my mind worked. I was fucking a guy, who was fucking my wife, and I thought of that. Thankfully, I caught myself before replying.

“Oh, honey,” I said, grinning to myself, “there’s nothing to forgive. I love fucking him too. He has a really tight ass. I’m going to love shooting my load up it.”

“Speaking of loads, here cums mine,” Rich growled, joining our witty repartee and bucking his hips upward.

Rich yelled and bucked and filled my wife up with a hot load of sticky, salty-sweet goo. This set Sandy offand she came too. I had a hard time keeping my cock in Rich’s ass as my two lovers writhed and shook beneath me, but I slammed it home and held on for dear life.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” Rich cried. “Take it all you slut. I’m gonna fill you up. Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh God that’s good.”

“Yes, yes, yessss,” Sandy hissed this last like a steam radiator. Her whole body flushed and her orgasm caused her to alternately spasm and shake. She had her head thrown back and was pulling her nipples against Rich’s vice-like grip, stretching them and adding to her pleasure.

Now I joined my wife and our lover in cumming. It really caught me off guard. One minute I was enjoying a steady fuck of a hot ass, and then suddenly an orgasm just boiled up from my balls and exploded out my shaft. It must have been my largest sexual organ, my brain, reacting to the situation and events.

“Arrgh, oh fuck I’m cumming,” I yelled. “Rich, I’m filling you up the way you filled up Sandy. Oh, God this is great. Oh yeah!”

I slammed my cock into Rich’s ass over and over again, shooting squirt after squirt into his rectum. I had a death grip on Sandy’s ass, my thumb still buried in her butt. This translated into pushing and pulling her back and forth on Rich’s cock, extending their pleasure to coincide with my own. Time slowed down, but unfortunately didn’t stop.

As my orgasm subsided Sandy pulled off Rich, my thumb popping out of her chute. She rolled over onto the bed on her back. I dove down onto her, my cock still embedded in Rich’s bowels. Pushing her thighs apart, I extended my tongue and lapped at her creampie. The taste of my wife and my boyfriend together was so incredibly good. I ate her hungrily and she came a third time.

“Oh you bastard,” Sandy yelled at me as she came again. 

I continued to lap at her pussy, my cock softening and falling out of Rich, until she pushed me away. Then I moved up and shared my creampie with Rich, our tongues wrestling and probing to pass his cream back and forth. I ground my cock down onto his as we kissed 

That was only round one. Rich and I took a shower to clean up and found Sandy out in the kitchen opening another bottle of wine. Later that evening Sandy insisted on watching Rich fuck me and then we each ate her out to consecutive cums in a pussy licking contest. 

Rich spent the night and we had another great session the next morning. We DP’d Sandy and then did a gay sixty-nine while she masturbated. Soon after that Regina knocked on the backdoor, catching Sandy standing nude in the kitchen and asked if it was okay if she sent the kids home. We got dressed and said our thanks and goodbyes.

We got together with Rich three more times that fall and winter. He left the Navy in the early spring and we lost touch with him when I took a new post in Texas. The swinging continued, but we never felt secure enough to tag team another man while I was in the Air Force. It was great while it lasted!

Author's Note:




“Write what you know,” the editors, critics, coaches, and teachers tell us. I try to put at least one actual event into each of my stories. When I write a story where the protagonist is pegged you can bet that my wife has recently buried her dildo inside my rear. But this is the most autobiographical story I’ve ever written. With the exception of the final threesome, all of the events in this story are more or less true, given the fact that they occurred nearly thirty years ago and my recollections may be a little fuzzy. I’ve changed the names to protect the guilty.