Hanna, my wife, had a more intimate relationship with her friend Debbie than she let on, or so I’d always suspected.

The two had gone to college together and had stayed in touch since, though they lived on opposite sides of the country. They talked on the phone, and they emailed — a lot. What I overheard of their communications almost sounded like code to me.

Had they been lovers in school? Hanna said no. Did I believe her? I wasn’t sure. We’d been married more than a year, and I loved my wife… but Debbie was a kind of question mark hovering over Hanna’s past for me.

I’d thought maybe all would be revealed on an upcoming weekend. Debbie and her husband, Burt, were flying in to spend time with us.

I’d already met Debbie, an extremely attractive woman. Physically, she was very similar to Hanna. They were both fit and slim, and even had the same lush hair. Debbie’s husband, Burt, was new to me though. When they arrived at the house, I sized him up. He was my height and build, friendly and well spoken.

Hanna and Debbie were obviously ecstatic to see one another again. They hugged over and over, talking a mile a minute, and only occasionally remembered that Burt and I were present. We got the visitors installed in the guest room, and then we all went out to eat.

At the restaurant the two women included us in their dialogue. I talked some about my job in finance, and Burt spoke about his profession. I could see that Burt and his wife were genuinely in love, which made me feel a bit guilty that I kept stealing looks at Debbie. She wore a silk top that outlined her luscious-looking breasts, and I wondered what it would be like to nuzzle her neck and kiss my way down, till her legs spread and I could lick her wet pussy.

I kicked myself mentally as Hanna and Debbie launched into tales from their college days. They were pretty uproarious, though I’d heard a few before. They were the sorts of shenanigans they couldn’t believe they’d participated in, even to this day. I had met Hanna just after she graduated. I learned that Burt hadn’t known Debbie during college, either.

We had wine with our meal, and maybe that loosened my tongue a tad. Suddenly, I heard myself ask, “So, Debbie, what kind of guys did Hanna date at school?”

There was a beat of silence at the table. Then Debbie said, “She dated the same kind of guys I did.” She and Hanna traded a look and burst into laughter. Plainly, it was some inside joke.

I let it go. But Burt didn’t and said, “Come on, you two. Debbie never really talks about her romantic past. So I’ll ask Hanna the same question. What kind of guys was my wife into in school?”

Silence again, but it was a bit more tense this time. I could tell Burt was serious about wanting to know more.

Again, the women looked at one another, as if telepathically communicating. Once more I wondered if they’d had an affair back in the day. I would have been fine with that, but I just wanted some answers.

“Well… ” Hanna said.

“Well… ” Debbie added.

“Well?” Burt and I asked sharply at the same time.

Hanna reached out and took my hand. Debbie took Burt’s.

“Okay,” my wife said. “Deb and I — not all the time, but more than once — dated the same men.”

I almost snatched my hand back, as visions of a ménage à trois crashed through my head. Again, it was okay if she’d done it, but she should have told me! A sexual history of threeways wasn’t something to keep from your spouse. Well, at least I thought so.

Hastily, Debbie added, “But it wasn’t anything kinky.”

“We weren’t all in bed together,” Hanna said, as if the idea were ludicrous. “Deb and I just had the same taste in men. And it gave us the chance to compare notes.” They giggled again.

They’d successfully defused the tension. I turned to Burt, wondering how they’d compared us, and I caught him giving Hanna a sly looking-over. I chuckled to myself, glad to feel less guilty about eyeballing Debbie.

We went back to the house in good spirits. Soon enough I was ready for bed. Burt, yawning, agreed. The women were going to stay up awhile, working on another bottle of wine.

“There was one wild thing Deb and I used to do,” Hanna admitted with a coy giggle. “The ol’ switcheroo!”

Debbie hushed her, then they burst into fresh howls of laughter.

I suggested they tell us about it tomorrow. I actually felt better, because I finally knew something about Hanna’s past and how Debbie fit into it. I trusted they wouldn’t engage in a lesbian frolic the minute we were out of the room.

Sleep came quickly. It must have been hours later that I was vaguely aware of Hanna getting into bed. My brain clocked her naked presence. There was a faint scent of strange perfume, but considering how much she and Debbie had been hugging it was no surprise.

She cozied up against me. My arms went automatically around her. I would have been content to hold her as she fell asleep, but already my body was moving into standby mode. My sexual instincts stirred because my wife was endlessly arousing to me.

She squirmed tighter against me in the dark bedroom. Her hand brushed my chest, and her full tits pressed against my ribs. I felt her smooth thigh slip over mine, and that awakened my cock.

I pulled her up onto me, caressing her back and reaching down to squeeze the twin swells of her ass. She dropped her mouth on mine, and we kissed deeply. Her urgency surprised me. Her tongue was insistent and passionate. My cock was throbbingly hard at that point. Hanna’s thick hair spilled over my face as I moved to slot my staff up into her wet pussy.

Suddenly, she released an unfamiliar feminine giggle. The woman in my arms wasn’t Hanna! Shock jolted through me — Debbie was in bed with me!

“This is the ol’ switcheroo, Cole!”

I froze, but I noticed my cock didn’t wilt — and I was still clutching Debbie’s enticing body. This is what they must have done in college, I realized. One would sneak into bed with the other’s boyfriend, a playful sex game. Maybe the goal was to see if the guy would notice. Amazing!

“I picked up my tempo with the taste of her sweet pussy still on my tongue.”

That meant that right now my wife was lying naked with Burt. I found I was okay with that — especially if I could be with Debbie. I pulled her into another kiss. She paused a second, then jammed her tongue back into my mouth. The heat of her skin on mine seemed to increase exponentially.

I drew her up my body until her knees were at my shoulders. I took hold of her hips and pulled her pussy toward my face. With a sigh she settled herself over my opened mouth. I dragged my tongue along her hairless cleft, getting my first taste of her.

When I speared her with my tongue tip, she pressed down harder on my face. I spread her lips, feeling her moisture spill over my chin. I homed in on her clit and licked the humming, little bud of joy until her hips started bucking. She humped my eager mouth, finally letting out a cry as she came.

She climbed off me. When I moved to sit up, she pushed me back down and shouldered herself decisively between my legs. She gripped my balls, sending sparkling pleasure up through me. I felt her hot breath on my swollen cockhead.

When her tongue made contact, it was my turn to cry out. Her wet mouth engulfed my knob. With a single forceful lunge, she swallowed me right down to my nutsac. If she had a gag reflex, I’d never had known it. She didn’t even pause to say howdy. Just like that she was bobbing up and down, deep-throating me on each downstroke.

I stroked Debbie’s shoulders as she continued to attend to my cock. The bliss was intense, and fireworks were lighting my vision behind my closed eyelids. She delivered such incredible pleasure, but I guided her off of me when I knew I just couldn’t take anymore without spraying.

Debbie’s head came up, and I heard her panting. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed her and slowly maneuvered her up again to straddle my hips. She followed my lead and worked my cock into her pussy. As she lowered herself onto my shaft, I groaned, feeling her cinching warmth. It was almost as if her slick interior sucked me inside her body.

She reached her hands behind herself and planted her palms on my thighs. Then Debbie began to ride me. I reached up to fondle her tits, tweaking her hard nipples. She moaned, and I grunted, as she pounded up and down. I loved feeling the hard, needy smack of her body against mine. I hoped Hanna was enjoying herself as much as I was.

My hips jerked, and I lifted my ass off the bed as I thrust up into her. I met her downward lunges with perfect timing. It was like we were familiar lovers already. Maybe Hanna had told her enough about me that she’d played this scene in her mind before crawling into my bed. Maybe this was the reason for the visit! Hanna and Debbie wanted to resume their old games — this time with the men they loved most in the world.

That lovely thought burned in my mind as Debbie’s pussy tightened around my cock. She moaned with pleasure, shuddering as she came again.

I let her finish, then eased her off me. She lay on her back, and I moved my body between her sweat-damp thighs. I pushed my cockhead past her soft pussy lips, and I felt the sweet grip of her. I jammed myself all the way in, penetrating to her core.

I wasn’t so immature as to wonder how Burt and I compared cock-wise, but his wife sure didn’t seem disappointed. I fucked her with gusto as her body rolled underneath mine. Her arms wrapped my neck, and her legs came up to cinch my waist.

I picked up my tempo with the taste of her sweet pussy still on my tongue. Her hips started moving again, bucking wildly beneath me. Her every movement answered each of my strokes. I wondered if any guys in their past had freaked out when they’d pulled this switcheroo stunt. I doubted it. I’d now fucked both women, and they were each a sexual delight.

In a way it was like I was fucking the college-age Hanna. Debbie had known my wife for those years, and I, at last, had access to that mysterious, wonderful time.

I hammered into Debbie. My balls started to clench, and my final crisis was approaching. There could be no holding it back. At that same instant, Debbie’s pussy clutched tightly, and she squealed. I unloaded into her, every jet a jolt of pure joy.

Afterward, I wondered how many more times we would play switcheroo that weekend.

Check out the Full Gallery