Ron and Charlotte seemed like a perfect match for us. They were around our age, lived fairly nearby, and had little swinging experience. He was handsome, fit, and bald – Kathleen’s favorite traits. She was very cute, petite, and had a beautiful smile and gorgeous eyes – my favorite traits. When we exchanged messages online, they seemed intelligent, honest, and genuine. In our lengthy search for “friends with benefits,” they seemed almost seemed too good to be true.

As attractive as Charlotte appeared in the photos we exchanged, I wasn’t prepared for how beautiful she was in person. I felt a flutter of excitement in my chest the first time I saw her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. They sat across a table from us at our first meeting, appearing very nervous. We talked about our jobs, our families, and our hobbies. Although we all knew why were there, the topics of sex and swinging didn’t arise.

Kathleen and I were forced to carry the conversation, as our new friends seemed shy. Of the two of them, Ron did most of the talking. Charlotte merely smiled on occasion and nervously chuckled at my lame attempts at humor. I had a difficult time establishing eye contact with her. It was impossible to know whether or not she found me attractive.

Our dinner conversation was punctuated by stretches of awkward silence. Afterward, I suggested we play pool in the adjoining pool hall. The friendly competition between spouses seemed to loosen them up a little, and the conversation began to flow more naturally. By the time we departed for the night, I felt as though there might be a good chance they would agree to see us again. My optimism was justified the following afternoon when we received a message from Ron. He expressed an interest in meeting again the following weekend, and we happily accepted the offer.

We met at a restaurant near their home that weekend. After dinner, they invited us back to their place. They had arranged to have their son stay with his parents, which gave us the house to ourselves. Ron prepared some delicious drinks, which we sipped in their living room. Although it was obvious to all of us where the evening would eventually lead, no one seemed to know how to take the first step in that direction.

After another round of drinks, Ron produced a set of playing cards.

“Pick a card,” he offered. “Whoever draws the lowest card removes an item of clothing.”

“What, are we in middle school?” Kathleen teased him.

He displayed the cards in front of her. “Do you want to play or not?”

The first few rounds involved the removal of shoes and socks as we all delayed the inevitable. Of course, Kathleen seized the role of lead instigator. When she drew the lowest card, she announced, “Fuck it! Let’s speed this up!” She pulled her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, and hopped on Ron’s lap.

The two of them began kissing. I looked at Charlotte, who was seated on the couch across the room, and she just shrugged and smiled. I made my way over to her and tasted her lips. The sensation of her touch was purely electric. She kissed me so softly and sweetly, my senses tingled and my heart skipped a beat. My fingers played with her soft hair and pushed it aside so that I could kiss her neck and gently nibble her earlobe. She responded with a quiet purr.

I would have been happy to continue our gentle petting and kissing a bit longer, but Ron announced that we should move the party up to their bedroom. I took Charlotte’s hand and led her up the stairs. After we undressed, Ron lay on top of Charlotte and kissed her. Kathleen and I took the other side of the bed. When Ron slid his way down her body to lick his wife’s pussy, I did the same.

As I worked my tongue over Kathleen’s clit, my hands explored Charlotte’s smooth and shapely legs. Just as I began to enjoy the soft moaning of our two wives together, Ron suggested we switch places. He crawled on top of Kathleen and straddled her chest, feeding his dick into her mouth. I took his old position between Charlotte’s legs and tasted her pussy.

I tried to ignore the sounds of sucking and slurping from the other side of the bed and concentrate on my delicious new friend. She pulled me toward her, and I kissed her softly, allowing her to taste her own juices on my lips.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

I quickly scrambled off the bed to fetch a condom. By the time I had unwrapped it, I had lost my erection, so I positioned myself at the head of the bed. Charlotte knew just what to do. Her mouth soon brought me back to full arousal.

Ron was ahead of me at this point, and had already worn his condom. Kathleen’s legs were splayed high and wide, and he thrust himself into her. I could hear them whisper to each other, but could not discern anything they said. Again, I tried to block it out of my mind, and entered Charlotte. I fucked her slowly and deliberately while my lips explored her neck and mouth.

Time and again, I had to force myself to stop, as I could feel that I was reaching a quick climax. After the third time, I had to apologize.

“Sorry I keep stopping,” I whispered to her. “I’m a little too excited.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’m enjoying this.”

I had stopped myself so many times that I lost my erection yet again. The action and whispering on the other side of the bed proved too distracting. I went down on Charlotte, hoping my cock would come back to life. Although I sensed that she was close to climaxing herself, I couldn’t quite push her over the edge. Despite my efforts, my dick remained limp. Frustrated, I removed my condom, cleaned myself up a bit, and returned to kneel near Charlotte’s head. She took my dick in her mouth and it quickly swelled to full arousal.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bed, Ron and Kathleen had switched positions. She was now on top, swiveling, pumping, and bucking her hips. Every now and then she would lean in toward him and they would whisper again. This time, I caught a phrase: “You like that cock?”

For some reason, those words immediately brought me to the brink. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned Charlotte. I expected her to stop, but instead, she continued to flick and swirl her talented tongue along my shaft. I warned her a second time before an intense and powerful wave of pleasure rose through my shaft and into her mouth. She barely flinched. She swallowed all I had to give her. It was the first time I had ever cum inside a woman’s mouth other than my wife’s.

We relaxed in each other’s arms for a while as Ron and Kathleen continued their sexual gymnastics on the other side of the bed. Eventually, Charlotte suggested we leave them alone and go downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. It felt strange to leave Kathleen alone, as we had never done so before. I checked with her, and she seemed fine with the idea.

Charlotte and I had a very intimate conversation while huddled around the island in their kitchen. With the sounds of moaning coming from upstairs, we talked about our lives and how we had come to such a strange place. She shared a few personal details of her life that made me instantly feel closer to her. We were kissing again when Ron and Kathleen finally made their way downstairs, looking flushed and exhausted.

***

We began to visit our new friends on a somewhat regular basis. Several times a month we would travel north to visit with them or to meet them at a restaurant or pub. Sometimes we would follow that with a visit to their home. Other times, we would simply enjoy each other’s company and then call it a night. On one occasion, we even brought our children with us to visit them for a barbeque and to swim in their pool. We had truly become “friends with benefits.”

As we began to know each other better, we learned each other’s likes and dislikes. Kathleen enjoyed Ron’s aggressiveness and his penchant for talking dirty in bed. I really enjoyed Charlotte’s passion and intimacy. I enjoyed our post-sex “afterglow” nearly as much as the sex itself. The way she snuggled in my arms made it feel more than just casual sex with a stranger. That feeling of intimacy was not something that I ever expected from swinging.

After we had been together with them a few times, Ron pulled me aside one evening and asked about our condom policy. The decision to always use condoms during intercourse was the very first of a handful of rules that Kathleen and I had devised when we decided to try swinging. We had, however, discussed the possibility of abandoning that rule if we found the right couple.

Prior to swinging, I hadn’t used condoms in nearly twenty years. I had forgotten how awful they smell, what a mess they make, and how they detract from intimacy, spontaneity, and pleasure. I was more than happy to ditch them entirely and accept the risk that would entail. After consulting with Kathleen, I relayed the message to Ron that we could go without condoms that night. Needless to say, he was elated.

Later that night, I sat on the couch in their darkened living room while Charlotte went down on me. Across the room, I could see the faint shadow of Kathleen’s head bobbing in Ron’s lap as he sat on their loveseat. I lifted Charlotte to her feet and switched positions with her. Once she had been generously lubricated by my tongue, I pulled her to the edge of the couch and kneeled on the floor. My unprotected cock throbbed at her entrance.

“Are you sure about this?” I whispered. She nodded and smiled.

I kissed her deeply and pushed into her slick canal. It felt so incredible, I was forced to slow my pace several times. The dirtiness of fucking another man’s wife without a condom only added to the excitement of the moment. My pleasure swelled, and I forced myself to withdraw completely.

Meanwhile, I could hear the unmistakable sounds from the other side of the room where naked flesh slapped together with no barrier between. I was so aroused by the entire situation I felt light-headed. I positioned Charlotte on all fours on the couch and entered her from behind. As I slowly slid my cock inside her, I watched the shadows at the other end of the room and listened to their whispers and mumbling.

I managed to catch Ron say something about “filling you with my cum.” That pushed me straight over the edge. I quickly withdrew my cock just before the first spurt streamed across Charlotte’s round ass and onto her back. Several more spurts erupted from me as I tried my best to keep from shouting in pleasure.

I scurried into the kitchen to grab some paper towels and clean the mess I had made. Charlotte and I cleaned ourselves and grabbed our clothes while Ron and Kathleen continued to fuck like animals on the loveseat.

“That was so hot!” I whispered to Charlotte as we stood across their kitchen isle.

“I know, right!” she said. Her gorgeous crystal-blue eyes twinkled. “You know, you didn’t have to pull out.”

“I didn’t want to make a mess on your couch,” I explained.

“I wouldn’t have minded,” she said.

The thought of cumming inside another man’s wife was a tremendous turn-on. I already began to look forward to our next get-together. Before I could utter another word, Ron suddenly bellowed loudly from the next room, indicating that they were finished.

***

With one of our original rules out the window already, it seemed another would vanish soon thereafter. Up to that point, Kathleen and I had a strict “same-room” policy, meaning that we would only have sex with others if we were in the same room together. I insisted on this policy not only for her safety, but because we enjoyed watching each other.

“It’s so distracting, though,” Kathleen said. “I’m constantly looking over to see what you’re doing.”

“I know,” I said. “I do the same.”

“That, and I feel like we have to be extra quiet.”

“You don’t have to be quiet.”

“I know, but Ron likes to talk dirty.”

“And you like it when he does,” I noted.

She smiled. “Yeah, I really do! But I feel like he holds back because he doesn’t want to make too much noise. If I got him in a room alone…”

“Fine,” I said. “But you need to tell me every detail about what happened, since I won’t be there to see it.”

“Deal,” she said.

When we approached Ron and Charlotte with the idea, they were more than happy to go along with it. On that first night in separate rooms, Ron led Kathleen to their master bedroom, while Charlotte ushered me into another bedroom. When I turned the corner into the room, I was a little hesitant to enter, as I recognized that it was their son’s bedroom. She laughed when she saw the expression on my face.

“It’s okay,” she said. “He’ll never know. And don’t worry – I’ll change the sheets!”

She closed the door, leaving me alone with another woman for the first time since we began swinging. Almost immediately, I noticed that she seemed more passionate and responsive when it was just the two of us alone. I went down on her for quite a while, and she seemed to nearly reach a climactic peak before she would suddenly relax. It was frustrating that I hadn’t been able to bring her to orgasm in all the time we had been together. I fucked her harder than usual that night, trying desperately to achieve that orgasm one way or another. After a while, however, I had to stop and take a breather.

I lay beside her, panting, and explained that I needed a moment. She kissed me softly. Then she kissed my neck. Then my chest. Then my belly. Before I knew it, her lips enveloped my cock and caused it to swell inside her mouth. It felt so incredible, I didn’t want her to stop. I warned her that if she continued, I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. She didn’t seem to care. In fact, this made her pick up the pace a bit. Within an instant, I was filling her mouth.

“That was incredible,” I said, once she had crawled back to the head of the bed.

“I like pleasing you,” she responded, scratching her nails lightly through my chest hair.

“I feel bad, though,” I said. “I’ve never been able to please you completely. I feel like I have you right on the edge, but then you hold back.”

“I know,” she said. “I have to stop myself.”

“Why?”

“Because once I finish, I’m done for the night. I’m a one-and-done girl, I guess.”

“Well, you haven’t finished yet,” I mentioned. “So maybe now you can?”

She smiled as I moved down the bed and took my place between her legs. Down the hallway, I could hear loud moaning and the squeaking of bed springs. Kathleen would likely be sore later that night. I used every trick I had learned and felt Charlotte approaching Nirvana.

She was always so quiet in bed that it was incredibly arousing to hear her moan. Just as her moaning grew louder, I heard the bedroom door open down the hallway. Charlotte held my head in place and cried in ecstasy just as Ron and Charlotte passed our room. We lay there for quite a while, talking softly and stroking each other’s skin. It was nice to make Ron and Kathleen wait for us for a change.

***

Some time later, I invited Ron and Charlotte to meet us for dinner to celebrate Kathleen’s birthday. What I didn’t mention to Kathleen was that after dinner, I had rented a hotel room for the four of us. I also didn’t mention that once we were in the room, she would be stripped naked and blindfolded, and the four of us would have our way with her.

She was reluctant at first, but eventually conceded to the plan. We stripped her naked, and she dutifully wore the blindfold I had secretly stowed in my pocket. We then lay her on the bed while we all undressed and silently worked on our game plan. We began by simply touching her, allowing her to experience the sensation of six hands on her naked skin at the same time. After a bit of slow torture, Charlotte and I began sucking her nipples while Ron licked her pussy.

Kathleen squirmed on the bed. Her lips parted and her chest heaved with each extended breath. I kneeled at the head of the bed and turned her head to feed her my cock. She hungrily accepted it, and I slid it in and out of her mouth as I watched Charlotte and Ron caress, kiss, and lick every inch of her body.

I made eye contact with Charlotte. It appeared that she wasn’t sure what to do next. I took my cock out of Kathleen’s mouth and straddled her head, allowing my balls to hover just above her mouth. Charlotte took the signal and put her mouth on my cock as Kathleen licked my balls.

At the other end of the bed, Ron was kneeling and rubbing his cock along Kathleen’s glistening bare pussy. He inserted himself and slowly fucked her while the two ladies continued to massage every inch of my cock with their mouths and tongues.

Although I could have enjoyed that moment much longer, I felt that Charlotte deserved to be pleasured as well. I moved to the other side of the bed and licked her pussy while she fondled Kathleen’s breasts and watched her husband’s cock slide in and out of my wife.

When I felt she was ready, I turned Charlotte around on the bed so that she was on her hands and knees. While I entered her from behind, she suckled Kathleen’s tits and rubbed her clit. This incredibly erotic scene brought me quickly to orgasm, and I unloaded deep inside her.

I watched Ron fuck my wife while Charlotte cleaned herself in the bathroom. When she returned, I used my tongue to bring her quickly to an orgasm. We then turned out the lights and lay in the darkness listening to Ron and Kathleen fuck. After they finished, we continued to hold each other. We simply lay there, the four of us, in complete silence.

Little could I have known at the time that it would be the last time I would ever hold her in my arms.

***

As the saying goes, “all good things must come to an end.” For the four of us, that ending came unexpectedly, and all because of just six words.

Kathleen had the day off, and was running errands in the area where Ron and Charlotte lived. It was a busy day for her, but she thought it would be fun to meet Ron for lunch. As Charlotte was working, it was just the two of them dining at a restaurant near their home.

Throughout lunch, Ron kept insisting that they return to his place for a “quicky” after lunch. Kathleen politely declined. She didn’t have the time, and wasn’t sure how Charlotte would feel about the two of them having sex without her presence or knowledge. Still, Ron persisted, to the point where she became irritated by it.

After lunch, she kissed him goodbye. He tried to turn that kiss into something more prolonged and passionate, but she gently pushed him away. As she drove to her next appointment, she received a text from Ron. “Not for nothing,” it read, “but that sucked.”

In that moment, Kathleen felt that she had been used as a sexual object. Our “friends with benefits” suddenly didn’t seem like friends at all. Perhaps they wouldn’t have socialized with us at all if it weren’t for the benefits.

When she told me what had happened, I was equally enraged. I confronted Ron, and he apologized profusely. But the damage was done, and there was no un-ringing that bell. Although we continued to occasionally connect with them through social media, we never again met with them in person.

Although Kathleen and I were disappointed that we no longer had our “friends with benefits,” that disappointment was alleviated by our excitement over our coming vacation. We decided that we had enjoyed visiting Desire so much the previous year that we would visit again for our next anniversary, which was only weeks away. Our second visit turned out to be much different than our first.

***

To be continued…