Carrie and I were at the new teachers’ meet and mingle. I was a new teacher. So was my wife. Some of the PTA leaders were also there — including Laurel and John. We’d heard rumors they were into swinging. And given we were new to the area, our ears had perked up.

“Oh, he’s hot,” Carrie said, grabbing my arm.

“She’s not too shabby either,” I teased. “Taller than you. An Amazon.”

“If you’re trying to make me jealous, it’s not working. She’s stunning. I’d do her.”

“Maybe next time,” I said.

I caught John’s attention and waved. They came over, grabbing drinks on the way.

We did introductions all around, and then chatted about the upcoming school year. Carrie taught English; I taught American History. We all studied each other like wary superheros wanting to share their secret identities.

Finally, in the corner of the big room, we lowered our voices and had the real conversation.

“Would you be interested in coming to dinner?” my wife asked.

Laurel smiled at me and then Carrie, before replying, “We would. I think we might have a lot in common.”

It would have been easier to come right out and ask, “Wanna fuck?” But the vibe was clearly there. We set a date to have dinner on Sunday. I’d grill, they’d bring dessert, and we’d all get to know each other.

But then my daring Carrie broached the unspoken topic and softly said, “We prefer to be in the same room. We’re tight that way.”

John assured her, “That won’t be a problem.”

They showed up on time with brownies and ice cream. Carrie ushered Laurel into the kitchen where they chatted, poured wine and put the ice cream in the freezer.

John and I talked, as well, but on the back porch, while I stacked the coals on the grill.

When the women emerged from the kitchen, they were laughing.

“What are you two up to?” John asked.

“Plotting,” his wife said.

“Exactly,” Carrie chimed in. “In fact, we have an announcement. We’ve decided to do appetizers before food and dessert.”

“Appetizers?” I asked, but I understood. I’ve known Carrie a long time, and I knew what that look in her eye meant.

“Yep. Fucking, then food, then sweets,” she said.

“OK,” John and I replied, practically in unison.

When Laurel reached for me, I took her hand. I watched as John reached for Carrie.

Laurel asked, “Where to?”

Carrie led the way as she told them, “The guest room. A double bed and a settee. I call dibs on the settee.”

We’d fucked on that settee more than once. I was curious to see what she had in mind to do with John.

I was pleased to find out Laurel was a wildcat. She pushed me back onto the bed the moment I got close enough. She made quick work of my shorts and my shirt. My boxer briefs she tugged down slowly, watching avidly as my cock sprang to life.

I watched her swallow my dick. Her lips were painted a bright red, and the sight of them sliding down my length had me gasping for air. The sensation of her wet mouth on my cock was amazing. She dragged her fingernails lightly across my balls, and I moaned uncontrollably.

I heard my wife do the same. I glanced over to see John, his body draped over my wife, as he kissed her lush lips with two fingers buried deep in her pussy. Carrie, never shy, reached down to stroke her clit as he worked her.

Her dress was hiked up to her waist, her bodice pulled down. She was a lovely mess of fabric and wild hair.

I briefly shut my eyes as Laurel continued to suck my dick. She gave me a friendly squeeze before sliding her hand up and down my shaft as her mouth focused on the head. Her tongue darted out and flicked across the tip, then she sucked on it softly.

When I made a needy sound, she sucked it harder.

I tangled my hand in her hair and held her there, but after a moment she pulled away. She stood and pushed down her white shorts and panties. She tugged off her crop top and flipped her long braid back over her shoulder.

“Sorry, can’t wait anymore.”

As I watched, she pushed her fingers inside her cunt. She was so wet, I could hear their movement. I watched as she trailed her own juices up to lube her clit, which she rubbed vigorously.

I glanced over to see John eating my wife’s pussy. Somewhere along the way, he’d undressed, and his cock stood at attention, long and hard. His beard scratched her inner thighs, and his thick fingers worked in and out of her wet cunt. She arched her back and moved against his eager mouth.

She caught me watching and gave me a wink and an air kiss.

The very next instant, Laurel straddled my lap. She positioned my cock against her slick pussy and slowly pushed down onto me. Every inch I slid in was another inch closer to bliss.

She rode me eagerly. I could tell how close she was to climaxing by her urgency and how fucking drenched she was.

I watched her move and slid my hand down to press my thumb against her clit. She hummed appreciatively, and her pussy fluttered around me. I rubbed her clit a bit harder than I typically do to Carrie, but my rough touch seemed to fire her up.

She leaned over me, her tits brushing my chest, and rode me vigorously.

When she came, she bit my earlobe, and my cock jerked in response.

She whispered in my ear, “I want you to fuck me from behind. I want you to come all over my ass.”

“I can do that,” I told her.

We got into position, and I realized it allowed me to see Laurel’s husband rocking my wife. John had her long lovely legs pushed high and wide. He’d settled his bulk between them and was ramming his thick cock in and out of her snatch — and my wife looked like she was loving it.

Laurel put her head down, pushed her ass up and shook it at me playfully — reminding me to get on with the fucking. I liked her a lot. She was fun and sexy and could screw like a champ.

I guided my cock to her juicy pussy. Her flesh was a rosy red and pink. I slid into her slowly, savoring the embrace of her snug channel.

She reached under her body. After giving my balls a friendly stroke, she started to rub her button eagerly, and I slid my cock into her deep.

Her heart-shaped ass filled my hands perfectly. I fucked her slowly at first, watching her booty shake, but then I picked up the pace as I watched John bang my bride.

Over on the settee, my wife was coming. Her moans were long and luscious and music to my ears. She gripped the edge of a seat cushion as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. Then she pushed John back roughly and gobbled his cock, jerking him and sucking him gleefully as he hissed. She swallowed his staff eagerly and then backed off to lick and tongue his balls before inhaling his rod once more. My own cock jerked in sympathy because I knew how fucking good that felt. John put his hand on her head and guided her mouth up and down his length.

I grabbed hold of Laurel and started to fuck her faster and harder. The recent visual of my lovely wife with a face full of cock, coupled with the sensual slick feel of Laurel’s cunt, was a supreme turn-on. I pushed a finger into Laurel’s ass and felt her body grip me tight. She hung her head, muttering. I wasn’t able to make out her words, but she seemed pretty pleased by what we were doing.

I pressed the finger in her ass down hard enough so I could feel the drag of my dick in her pussy. I knew I was hitting the right spot because her whole cunt grew tight around my shaft and her breath came faster. I wanted to let her come one more time before I shot my load, but I needed release, too.

I suddenly felt Laurel’s cunt grow impossibly tight around my cock. She reared back, her strong body flexing beneath my grip. She pitched her head down and moaned. I fucked her harder and plundered her back hole with my finger, and when she tossed back her head and shouted orgasmically, I lost it.

I pulled my cock free and jerked it heartily. I looked at my beautiful wife sucking that young stud’s cock and I lost my mind, coming all over Laurel’s cute little ass. She moaned and moved restlessly beneath me.

John caught sight of what I’d done, and arousal flared instantly on his face. He put his hand on Carrie’s head, tangling his fingers in her dark hair. He moved up beneath her and guided her as he fucked her mouth. He was panting loudly and released an animalistic groan. Carrie pulled back, and I saw John’s come dribbling down her chin. She jerked him as he continued to spurt cream.

Finally, he was done, and she dropped to the settee, smiling, and said to our new friends, “I think we’re all going to have a lot of fun together.”