We took up positions on the two couches, each of us beside our own husbands. Greg began relating our tale and I watched in amusement as Paul’s eyes grew wider and wider.

“So you just sat and watched as some guy with a nine-inch dick fucked your wife!” he stammered.

“In my defense, I had a twenty-year-old college sophomore with her lips around my cock,” Greg replied.

“Fuck me!” Paul breathed.

“She intends to!” whispered his wife as she reached into his robe and began stroking his cock.

“I intend to fuck both of you at the same time!” I said eagerly.

“Um, we probably won’t have time for that,” interjected Alina. “Not if we want to get to what we talked about last week.”

“So you three have been planning this for a while?” Paul asked. Every few strokes he would groan as his wife’s fingers worked their magic on him.

“Not me!” protested Greg. “The girls are the plotters!”

“Does it matter whose idea this was?” said Alina. “All that matters is that we're here and we’re having fun!”

“I agree!” I added.

“So what was this thing you guys planned for tonight?” Paul asked between groans.

“Well, we thought you boys would like to watch us girls in a sixty-nine!” I suggested. Paul stiffened and groaned.

Alina climbed up on top of her husband and straddled his hips. “As we clean each other’s pussies of the cum you fine gentlemen are going to fill them with!” She kissed him as she ground her clit against his hard-on. “Would you like to watch me clean your cum from her pussy?” His groan was all the reply she needed.

I leaned over and kissed my husband. “Excuse me, baby, I have work to do!” I crossed over and took Alina’s hand. After she stood up we kissed and I asked her, “May I fuck your husband?”

“Since you asked so nicely, I invite you to do just that!” was the reply. “And while you do that, I will be fucking yours!”

“Be my guest!” I said and we giggled like schoolgirls.

We each straddled the other's husbands and sank ourselves down onto their cocks. As much as I wanted to watch them, I knew there would be many more opportunities for that. “You watch,” I whispered to Paul after kissing him. “I’ll do all the work!” I watched his eyes as I rode him, they barely even blinked. Alina started making her usual noises as she became more aroused.

“I love your husband’s cock in my pussy!” she groaned, more for her husband’s benefit than mine. I ground my clit against his pubis as I nibbled just below his ear.

“You’re gonna love it when she eats your cum from my wet cunt!” I whispered. “Give me your cum, Paul! Fill my pussy so your wife can lick me clean!”

Suddenly and without his cock leaving my cunt, Paul stood up. I wrapped myself around him and he walked me back to their bedroom, my pussy still wrapped around his hardness. I never dreamed he was strong enough to do that!

Casting me off him, he tossed me on the bed and commanded me onto all fours. “You gonna fuck my ass?” I panted.

“Maybe another time!” he grunted as he filled his fists with my hair and pulled my back toward him. With his other hand, he guided his cock into me and drove forward. A loud slap came from between us as he filled me and his hips clapped against my ass cheeks. Then his left hand pushed my shoulders down as his right pulled my hair. Each drive forward was accompanied by a loud slap and a grunt that came from the very center of his soul.

I felt the bed move and twisted my head to see Alina and Greg in a similar position. “I love it when he fucks me rough like that!” she purred. Then she focused her attention on the father of my children. “Fill my cunt! Fuck me harder! I need it hard!”

Greg was nothing if not a people pleaser and soon he was driving forward into her as hard as he could. Every time he slammed his hips into her butt cheeks, a small squeak accompanied the loud slap of their conjoined bodies. “I fucking love this!” she whispered to me, our faces just inches apart. I reached down with my left hand and gathered what I could of my wetness, brought it up, and offered it to her. She returned in kind.

“OH FUCK!” Paul grunted as he heaved himself forward. I felt his cum inside me, the warmth filling me. His cock spasmed a few times and then he began thrusting again, lasting only a few more strokes before his orgasm rendered him unable to move. My head hurt from the hair-pulling and I welcomed the discomfort knowing his pretty wife would soon be cleaning his cum from me.

Next came my husband and boy did he ever. The roar that came from him made me think of the cry of a wounded animal you might hear in some nature show on TV. Unlike Paul, his pounding didn’t slow as he released his sticky goo inside my lover’s sweet pussy. The slapping noises were accompanied by the squishing sounds as his cum mixed with hers.

Boys being boys, they dismounted shortly after they were done and girls being girls, we each reached out to our partner for some post-coital snuggling. Well, in this case, we reached out for our partner’s partner. As Paul and I cuddled and kissed and told each other how much fun it had been to do what we just did, I heard my husband and his wife sharing the same sentiments. Then I felt a soft feminine hand sneak its way between our bodies and two insistent fingers prying their way toward my pussy.

“It’s time!” she whispered and our husbands disengaged to watch the show. We kissed for a little bit and shared whispered nothings until I dropped the bomb.

“I love you, Alina!” I purred. I hadn’t meant to say it, hadn’t even thought about it, it just came out of me as naturally as it did when I told my husband of fifteen years the same thing.

“Me too!” was all she could manage in reply before our mouths opened and our tongues sought out the other’s. I pushed her onto her back and kissed my way down her body until I reached the triangle of soft light brown hair that pointed the way to nirvana. It had little droplets of my hubby’s spunk clinging to it and her legs opened to accommodate me, I could see the little rivulets of their combined issue shiny and wet over her outer lips and down the round globes of her ass.

I swung my leg over and nestled my clit onto her tongue before lowering my head and tasting her. She tasted different than before; I guessed because I was tasting my husband’s cum along with the tangy sweetness of her pussy.

The feel of her lips suckling on my clit was heavenly. I had tried to figure out before why she was so much better at cunnilingus than was any man I had ever been with and finally gave u, deciding I didn’t care why, I was just thrilled that she was. We both used our fingers to collect as much cum as we could, pausing to give a little tickle to each other’s magical little G-Spot every so often. We had been lovers long enough to know exactly how to bring each other off and we fucked frequently enough that we had the timing down pat so that when we came, we came together.

And so it was on the king-sized bed that she shared with her husband. She got there just before I did but only by seconds. Our squirting juices shot out splashed against feverishly licking tongues, and soaked us both and the bedsheet below.

Now when Greg and I fucked, my orgasms rose, peaked, held for a dozen or so seconds and then faded. Cumming with Alina was quite different. She was able to raise me up and keep me there until I was exhausted, unable to continue to the point where I usually had to push her away.

She was usually relentless but tonight she was even more so. Once she figured she had all of my husband’s cum out of me, she began pistoning her fingers in and out, fucking me to another soul-crushing blast.

That orgasm was probably one of the best, the strongest I had ever had up to that point in my life. My hips quivered, my body convulsed and the harder I thrashed about the harder she clung onto me, holding her mouth on my spasming cunt. I must have ejected a pint of fluid from me, it soaked her hair, my butt, and the sheet beneath us. Finally, I felt limp and only then did she plant the lightest of feather-soft kisses onto my pink little nub.

“Holy fuck, that was incredible!” my husband breathed as Alina and I untangled ourselves. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“I’ve never felt anything like it before!” I gasped, my chest heaving as I tried to recover my breath. I pulled Alina in for a nice long kiss, “You are amazing!”

“You’re pretty awesome yourself!” she replied.

Was snuggled and smooched for a bit then I stopped and looked at her. “I meant what I said.”

“You always do!” she whispered.

“That is going to be a tough act to follow!” Greg said.

“There’ll be no more following tonight!” I said. We need to get home and relieve the sitter.

“Aw, man!” Paul complained.

“There’ll be more fun nights, I promise! You only got a taste of what’s in store!” I assured him. I rolled off the bed and padded to the washroom leaving my stunned husband and our hosts in the bedroom.

When I returned, Alina had Greg’s cock in her mouth again. “Babe, we really don’t have time for this!”

Alina took her mouth off him, “I couldn’t really send him home with blue balls now, could I?” she protested. “This won’t take long, I promise!” She was of course right. She plunged her mouth back onto him and after only a couple of minutes he was groaning again as he filled her mouth with his cum. She took her mouth off him and showed me her cum-coated tongue which I took as an invitation to share. She closed her mouth and shook her head, moving up and kissing Greg while she shared his cum across their tongues.

When she was finished, she moved away from him. “Now you can have some!” she teased as she moved and kissed her husband. A funny look crossed his face when he realized he was tasting another man’s cum but it passed quickly as his wife’s hand grasped his cock and slowly massaged it.

I kissed Greg for a few minutes and then said, “We really have to go!”

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled. We got off the bed and went in search of our clothes, some of which were in the bedroom and some still in the living room. After we dressed, Alina and Paul appeared wrapped in their robes from before. She came over to Greg and me, “This was fun!”

“It was!” echoed Greg. “We should do this again real soon!”

“We will! I promise!” she cooed as she tiptoed up to kiss him. Then she switched to me. “Paul will be talking about the BJ you gave him for a month!”

“Next time we do this, we need to set aside a weekend!” I suggested. Everyone agreed that was a very good idea.

We shared more kisses and then an awkward moment as the men really didn’t know how to deal with going their separate ways after fucking each other’s wives. They settled on a fist bump and a bro hug. “We gonna hang out this weekend?” Paul asked.

“Do you think we should leave these two alone with each other?” Greg replied.

“It’s worked out pretty well so far!” Paul laughed. We said our goodnights and headed home.

After we got home, I checked on the kids, sleeping soundly, clueless that their mother was a cum-hungry hotwife who loved fucking other men while her husband watched. Greg paid the sitter and sent her on her way. When I entered the bedroom, I stripped off and headed for another shower. Greg joined me a few minutes later and we recalled the events of the evening.

“If you had told me that I would get so turned on watching you fuck another man I would have called the loony bin to come get you!” he said as he soaped my breasts.

“And if you had said we would be swapping partners with our best friends you could join me there!” I added. “Fuck that was fun!”

“Alina made you cum so hard!” he exclaimed. “I’ve never seen you cum that hard before!”

“I have never cum that hard before! It’s like every bit of fluid inside me came out all at once!”

“I guess I now know why every time I come home from playing ball you are all nice and clean!” he teased.

“Yes, Alina cleans me up really well after having her way with me!” We rinsed off and I shut off the water. As I dried off, I noticed the scratches on his back. I ran my finger along one, “Alina needs to trim her nails!”

“I thought she might have left a trail,” he said. He pulled me into his arms, “Did you mean it?”

I knew instantly what he was asking. “Yes, I did.” I thought for a minute. “I can’t explain it, I don’t feel the same way about her as I do about you but I love both of you.” I stopped and he said nothing so I continued. “I don’t expect you to understand, I don’t even understand it myself. It’s more than the sex, which is incredible, it’s deeper than that.”

“You’re right,” he said. “I don’t understand. But you say you love me and that’s enough.” He picked me up and carried me to our bed, our skin still damp and our hair still wet. He made love to me, not wildly or with abandon, but gently and sweetly as if we were the only two people in the world.

Our affair with Alina and Paul continued for nearly a decade in various combinations. Most interesting were the winter vacations we took with each other’s spouses, during which both couples had carte blanche to do whatever they wished with whomever they wished. That week included the first time I had taken on four men at once. It wasn’t the last time. Then Alina and Paul had to move away to take care of her aging parents.

We still get together when we can and the reunions are incredible. There have been others but none of those dalliances ever measured up to my first.