My husband and I have enjoyed swinging from the early days of us dating.

After cracking a couple of jokes to ease the tension, we fell into our regular rhythm of conversation. Will and Julie are regulars in our home. We’ve always had fun together; why should this night be any different?

Plus, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Chris. I could also tell by the way Will looked at Julie that he was interested in his best friend’s girl. The only logical solution was to go with the flow and see where the evening took us, right?

When a waiter passed with a tray of champagne, Chris reached out and grabbed four flutes. After doling out the glasses and leading us in a toast, his free hand found its way onto the small of my back.

Chris carried on talking to his wife and my husband while he stroked his thumb over the shallow dip in my spine.

The lights dimmed in the room and couples started breaking off. Will and Chris led our group to a corner of the living room. We walked down a set of stairs into a sunken seating area lined with cushioned benches.

My husband tucked himself in the corner with Julie while Chris gave my hand a tug to get me to join him on the floor. Not that I could see the floor. The entire space was strewn with pillows, creating a comfortable nest for those who wished to hide.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Will had slipped onto the floor as well. He kneeled between Julie’s legs and lifted the skirt of her dress over his head. After that, all I could see of Will was his back.

That was fine by me. Chris was more than enough to occupy my attention. He turned me to face him, gently cradling my chin in his hand as he placed a kiss on my lips.

What started as a slow, chaste meeting of lips quickly devolved into a raw, passionate make-out session. Chris’s hand skimmed down my back and swooped beneath my ass, cupping the cheeks as he pulled me onto his lap.

Following Chris’s lead, I parted my legs and straddled his thighs. His growing bulge brushed against my pussy as I settled on top of him.

I rocked my hips, stroking Chris’s dick through the layers of our clothes. My underwear began to slip and slide along my pussy in the process.

While Chris’s tongue plundered my mouth, his hands worked to map every dip and curve of my body. He slipped one hand between us to stroke at my crotch. Though the fabric that stretched over my mound dulled my senses, it still felt as if a shower of sparks fell over my skin every time Chris touched me.

I eased myself out of his tight embrace, then I crawled my ass backward until my head hovered above his lap.

Chris immediately understood my intention. He unhinged the metal clasp on his slacks and pulled the zipper all the way down.

I untied and tugged off his shoes and tossed them to the side, then I took hold of the hem of his pants and whipped them off with one hard tug.

Now there was nothing left standing between us. I reached out and brushed the tips along the underside of his dick, allowing the thick vein that lies beneath to guide me.

Chris sucked in a breath through his teeth when I reached the tip. A clear bead of pre-come had already collected on his crown. I laid the pad of my thumb over the droplet and gave it a swirl, spreading the moisture all over the soft, flared head of Chris’s dick.

After I got his crown to glisten, I sucked my thumb into my mouth and licked it clean. He’d left my skin salty and slick. It made me wonder what it would taste like if I sampled the liquid straight from his crown.

I fisted my fingers around the base of Chris’s dick and held him steady. Then I lowered my lips, parting them just enough to take his tip into my mouth. Using the flat of my tongue to cover more ground, I swirled around and around his crown, allowing his salty flavor to fill my mouth.

“Oh, God,” I heard Chris groan.

His hands landed on top of my head. Whenever Chris liked the way my mouth moved over his dick, his fingers would flex against my scalp, getting him all tangled up in my hair.

I released the tip of Chris’s dick from my mouth with a pop, then I used the tip of my tongue to trace along the rim that marks where his crown meets his shaft.

Then my mouth found its way to that same vein I’d fondled earlier. I dragged my lips along the sensitive ridge, reveling in the sound of Chris’s pleasure-drunk grunts. The sounds he made changed according to whether I used my lips, teeth, or tongue to move along his skin.

Suddenly, Chris lifted my head from his lap. He grabbed my waist and pushed me back into the pillows. His biceps flexed from the effort it took to hover over my body while balancing on an uneven terrain paved with pillows, but Chris remained steady above me.

He lowered his mouth to mine and laid another searing kiss on my lips. “It’s my turn,” he growled.

It only took one of Chris’s large hands to clutch both of my wrists firmly together. He kept them resting firmly on my belly as he slid down my body and nestled himself in between my legs. 

Now Chris was privy to the fact that I wore no underwear. A crooked smile lifted one side of his mouth. Then he licked his lips and dropped his head between my legs.

Chris flicked his tongue against my clit, marking the start of a serious tongue-lashing. He tapped the tip of his tongue against me in short, fast bursts that left me curling my fingers into the pillows beneath me.

“Oh, God!” I cried.

The sound of my scream bounced back to me, repeating my words a split second after I uttered them. For a moment I thought it was my own voice echoing through the little sunken chamber.

Then I remembered that my husband was fucking Chris’s wife just a few feet away. That little reminder stoked my desire.

I tilted my hips, offering myself up to Chris completely. He scooped my ass cheeks up into his palms, lifting me to meet his lips.

The tip of Chris’s tongue traveled down from my clit and along my slit until it touched my asshole, then he made the journey back to the top of my mound. He closed his lips around the swollen little bud and sucked me into his mouth.

I groaned as my pussy pulsed through my orgasm, which was the kind that leaves me panting.

My thighs were still trembling from the aftershocks of my first orgasm when Chris moved his mouth down into my slit. The tip of his tongue sought out my hole and eased itself inside.

Chris sealed his lips around my hole and sucked, driving his tongue even deeper into my pussy. His tongue stretched my walls, somehow managing to make me feel empty and full all at once.

I groaned and rocked my hips, shamelessly grinding my mound right against Chris’s face. The sounds of our spouses’ orgasms echoed around us, intensifying my own need to come apart again.

“Please fuck me!” I heard myself scream.

Chris immediately eased his tongue from my depths. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said.

He lowered my ass onto his lap, positioning his dick so that the tip tapped against my hole.

Taking hold of my ankles, Chris wrapped my legs around his back. When I tensed my muscles to keep my legs locked around his waist, I wound up skewering myself with Chris’s dick.

This time my screams were loud enough to drown out all the other sounds around us. The slow, steady rhythm that Chris set felt good, but my body needed more.

I let my legs drop to Chris’s side, then I planted my feet on the floor and prepared to take control. Now I was the one who set the pace for our fuck session. I rocked my body against Chris hard and fast, angling my hips so that every thrust made the tip of Chris’s dick rub right against my G-spot.

A few minutes of that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Unlike my last orgasm that came in short, breathtaking bursts, this one rolled over me in long, pulsing waves that made the walls of my pussy ripple over Chris’s dick.

Chris grinded out a curse from between his teeth as hot liquid gushed from between my legs, taking all of the tension from my body with it.

Once my pussy relaxed around Chris’s dick, he was free to move inside me again. After a few quick strokes, Chris succumbed to his own pleasure. His fingers flexed against my hips as he pumped his come inside me.

Spent, Chris pulled himself from my depths and laid beside me. Julie and Will joined us a little while later. We all laid together chatting and cuddling. Then Julie and I got a little frisky again, initiating another swap that neither guy had seen coming.