I picked up Peter at the airport when he returned from his latest trip to Brussels and Madrid. I was prepared for a late dinner at home together. It was simple. Tortellini with a marinara sauce I had made that afternoon. And of course, a nice bottle of chianti to honor his business success in Spain.
And when we were done, I gave him my sweetest come-hither flirt. He pushed back his chair and I sat across his lap. Everything was going to move slowly and we kissed for maybe five minutes, not just on our lips but on our eyes and our cheeks and ears and necks - Peter never seemed to enjoy French kissing - before anybody touched anything else. I could feel my favorite hard cock against the side of my leg.
Finally, Peter's hand wandered over my chest. I'd slipped off my bra on a trip to the bathroom and the bump of my nipples under my blouse had grown more pronounced. We both murmured appreciatively. "Mmm, you should never wear a bra," he said. The state of my arousal was even more obvious when Peter reached under my skirt and touched my damp panties. I rubbed my leg up and down against his cock as he began rubbing my panties.
And when it was time to move to the bedroom, he picked me up and carried me, kicking and squealing, down the hall. He does that a lot. He pretends I only weigh the 120 pounds I weighed as a new bride and I pretend to be scared. In any case, I'm impressed with his strength and power over me.
Our foreplay lasted almost an hour before coitus. We both love oral sex and that time was no exception. The fact that we came in each other's mouths during 69 definitely delayed our conclusion. I needed time to get wet again and he needed time to get hard again. But the wait was worth it. It was physically round two for him and our ecstasy seemed to last forever.
We lay next to each other cuddling until I brought up the subject that had been on my mind since the Gunthers had called earlier in the week.
"Karl and Alice invited us to come over when you got back."
"OK, sure," he answered with his head on the pillow.
"Thing is, I think they're going to suggest we try swinging." Apparently, Karl and Alice had worked things out swingingly after they watched each other have extramarital sex at our twentieth reunion.
"Huh? You mean like wife swapping?"
"Well ... Yes. But we don't have to do it."
"Uh huh?"
"Well, it's just there's something else I wanted to bring up. I don't know how to say it more gently, but ... well ... I'm pretty sure you have been with other women in Europe. I found part of a condom wrapper in the dryer after one of your trips last year."
He immediately pushed himself up off the pillow. "I, I ..." he started to speak.
"Shush. There's more."
"OH?"
"I haven't been faithful either."
"Oh my. Oh my. Oh my."
"Yes." By now, we were both sitting on the sheets with our feet on the floor.
A long pause while Peter ruminated everything. Then, "The babies?"
"They are yours. No doubt about that." Our #2, little Andrew, was just beginning to walk..
"Oh. OK ... I get so lonely when I'm away," he started to explain.
"Someone special over there?" I asked, bringing up the only real fear I had about all this.
"There's a woman. A few times. But she loves her husband just like I love you," Peter revealed.
I decided it was my turn. "You remember that reunion. Things got out of control the second night. Kind of an orgy. Wine. Pot. At Alice and Karl's."
"And that guy Jerome?"
"Yes. Him too. After ... And before." I hadn't realized how obvious we had been.
"In his hotel?"
"In his car first the first night. You hadn't left." Then, "After the orgy, he came here."
"In the living room?"
"Yes, and other places," I knew where this was going.
"And in here?" meaning our bed,
"Yes. I'm so sorry," long pause, "I had to use Plan B."
"Oh, my God!! Are we still OK? You and me???"
"Oh yes, Peter. I love you so much. I'm so sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. I love you, Pam. You know that don't you?" I nodded, somewhat shaken and starting to cry, despite bringing this conversation on myself.
"Look," brushing away my tears, "maybe all we've learned is," more sobs, "uh, well, how do I say this?"
Peter rescued me, "Maybe we just have needs, you know."
"Well, yes, but you are everything I need," a pause, "Or so I thought," I added.
"Yeah, sure, but maybe for sex, you know." He had a tear on his cheek.
I finally got the explanationFoli I had rehearsed to come out of my mouth, "Maybe. Maybe we should just admit that we want some variety. And when we're apart ..." my voice trailed off.
"Maybe. Maybe it's just OK ... Do you think?" he responded.
So we agreed to visit Karl and Alice and take them up on their offer. I was terrified, though. It's one thing to have a fling when hubby isn't around, or to realize he's doing the same. But to watch each other, wow. "I donno," I told myself.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," and soon that wonderful cock was plunging my insides again.
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So the big, terrifying night arrived. We'd worked it out to just be a cocktail hour. Karl and Alice made the swinging offer after a couple of pina coladas. I had warned the others, no drugs because of Peter's job. We looked at each other one last time, like we were about to dive into Niagara Falls, "OK?"
"Yes?"
"Why not?"
I wasn't sure what to do next, and Peter was having the same problem, but Alice took the bull by the horns, so to speak. She wandered over to Peter and me where we were sitting on the love seat and sat across his lap with her back to me. She reached under his shirt and rubbed his chest. I couldn't help but think, I know what that feels like.
I remember Alice saying to Peter, "Don't be nervous," before I was distracted from that situation. Karl had come around behind the loveseat and was kissing me on the neck from behind. As his face nestled in my neck, his hands cupped my breasts and I felt myself getting aroused. Karl led me over to the main sofa and we sat next to each other kissing. I let his hands wander everywhere over and under my clothes.
I glanced over and Alice was still sitting on Peter's lap, now unzipping his pants. His hand was buried under her half-opened blouse. I guess he wasn't nervous anymore.
Karl lifted my skirt up and was appreciating the little thong I had chosen. I was expecting him to rip it off, but he just gently rubbed my pussy through the fabric. The thong didn't have a lot of padding and was soaked through under my opening. Karl had already figured out I wasn't wearing a bra, so one hand worked my thong and the other squeezed my nipples one at a time.
Then the thong came off. I saw Peter's cock was out between the zipper and wrapped in Alice's hand. Then they both knelt and Alice tugged everything off below Peter's waist. Karl pushed my blouse up and suckled my tits while his fingers expertly excited my clit. He was surprised by a little squirt of mother's milk. "I'm still nursing," I explained.
I was already almost about to cum when he dropped lower and used his tongue where his fingers had been. I let out a huge, guttural moan when my orgasm struck. I looked over at Peter, embarrassed. His cock was buried in Alice's mouth but he turned and looked at me, his mouth agape.
While Karl was stroking and I was still moaning, I glanced over again. Alice was standing in front of Peter, stripping off her top - no bra on her generous size-D boobs. Her panties and then her skirt fell to the floor. Peter was slipping out of his shirt as both of them got naked.
Karl and Alice surprised us at that point. First, Alice led Peter, boner swinging, into their bedroom. Karl and I followed into a spare bedroom. We undressed each other the rest of the way, pulled the covers back, and lay next to each other, making out. I climbed down and took his balls in my mouth one by one, then slowly licked my way up his shaft. His dick felt good in my mouth and I sucked on him until I could tell he was almost to the point of no return.
"You can fuck me now."
As you know, it wasn't my first time with him, so it seemed almost routine asking for that. I rolled onto my back with my legs apart.
Sounds of Peter and Alice's lovemaking came across from the other room. Karl knelt between my legs and gazed. "You are a beautiful woman, Pam."
I smiled, "Fuck me now. Fuck me now," and he moved up and slid his bare cock in. Me and Alice had confirmed we were both on BC: she on an IUD, me a brand new implant. The fucking was wonderful and he twisted my sensitive nipples to boot. I felt the glands in my breasts contract again and he giggled as they squirted.
Similar sounds from the other room told me Peter and Alice were reaching their climax.
Karl nudged me to roll over and kneel. The fucking resumed until Karl's strokes quickened, he groaned, and I felt his juices erupting in my vagina. When Karl pulled away, I looked back and realized we had an audience. Peter's cock, what was left of it, was glistening with white globs here and there. Alice had a towel and was trying to control her leakage. I did likewise with a towel she tossed to me.
Karl surprised me and Peter a minute later, "Maybe you girls would like to entertain each other while me and Peter recover." I looked over at Peter, as if to ask permission. He had never seen me with another woman. I'm not sure he knew it wasn't about to be the first time I fucked another girl. Peter shrugged - it looked like he was the embarrassed one, this time.