My husband, Jack, came into our bedroom looking dazed.

He’d been out until midnight with our new neighbor, Martin. I had an early morning and was already in bed, though still playing around on social media. I set aside my device.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

He and Martin had gone for drinks, but Jack didn’t look drunk, just stunned. Martin and his wife, Janelle, had moved into the neighborhood a week ago. They seemed like nice ordinary folks. Martin worked for some electronics chain.

Stepping out of his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt, Jack said numbly, “You won’t believe what Martin told me tonight.”

“Did he make a pass?” I asked, being a smartass.

Ignoring me as he unfastened his slacks, Jack said, “He… said he’s a wife-swapper.”

This was suddenly far more interesting than anything online. I sat up.

“We were at the bar, getting to know each other. Martin was talking about Janelle, how they met and all. Then he up and says he and his wife… swap. Can you imagine? Letting Janelle sleep with other men.”

Janelle was a beautiful woman, body as taut as a bowstring, with a natural Afro.

“I think you can imagine it.” I eyed Jack’s briefs, which were tenting nicely as his cock grew.

He covered himself demurely, then chuckled. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Janelle’s a beauty. Tell me more about what Martin said.”

He heard the eagerness in my voice. He finished undressing and got into bed.

“They started a few years ago,” Jack said. “It was something they both wanted to try. But they didn’t know if it would damage their marriage.”

“Did it?” I pressed against him, excitement tingling in me. I trailed a hand down his tight abs.

“No. Martin says they’re happier together than ever. Yow!”

I had taken his cock in my grip. He surged to full hardness as I pumped him.

“Does Martin watch Janelle fuck other men?” I asked, eager to know now.

“Yes. And she watches him with the guy’s wife. They only swing with couples.”

That bit of info got my pussy wet. I jerked Jack’s rod harder. “Why do you think Martin told you all this?”

Jack was moaning. “He… he asked if you and I might be interested.”

I flung back the covers and got on top of him. I fit his lovely cock against my drizzling cleft and speared myself on him. Pleasure roiled up through me. Jack gasped, hands rising automatically to seize my breasts.

“And what did you tell him?” I asked as I rode him.

“I… I… ”

“Tell me!”

His face was flushed. He was thrusting up into me. “I told him I’d ask you!” he confessed.

I grinned and bore down on him, grinding my pussy on his staff. I let a few images of Martin flit through my head. He was a good-looking male, as fit as Jack. But in three years of marriage I’d never cheated. Still, this wouldn’t technically be cheating…

I felt Jack getting ready to erupt. My whole body was churning with excitement. When I felt the hot blast of his searing spunk shoot up inside me, my climax quaked my flesh and bones.

Collapsing on top of him, I kissed his throat as he held me. Softly, I said, “I want to try it, Jack. Just to see. It might be fun.”

“Yes,” he said. “It just might be fun… ”

The four of us met for dinner. It was very cordial, very sophisticated. Martin and Janelle were both quite charming. We had some wine. I was excited but nervous. Jack couldn’t stop looking at Janelle, who was in a tight blue dress that accentuated her big tits and athletic physique.

We talked about arrangements almost like it was a business deal. As we left the restaurant to go back to their place, Janelle took me aside in the parking lot.

“You can quit on this any time you want, you know,” she said.

“I’m just a little nervous.”

She gave me a dazzling smile. “Martin calls it wife-swapping, but I like to think of it as husband-swapping. After all, I was the one who first had the idea for it.”

Somehow that calmed and aroused me at the same time. We drove to their sprawling house and went into separate bedrooms. Martin had dark hair and finely etched features. He smiled at me. I seriously wanted to jump his bones, but still felt the tiniest bit of hesitancy.

Then I noticed the big flatscreen in the room. “Are we going to watch a sitcom while we screw?” I asked, again being a smartass.

Martin stepped in behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He kissed the side of my throat, and I moaned, anticipatory pleasure rippling over my skin. “That,” he said as his hands came around to cup my breasts through my blouse, “is wife-swap TV.”

I reached behind and boldly rubbed his crotch, feeling his hard cock beneath the fabric. “What,” I panted, “is wife-swap TV?”

He pulled my top off as I dropped my skirt to the floor. With him still behind me, I undid his fly and drew out his hard meat. He pulsed enticingly in my grip. He shed his shirt and stepped out of his pants. My pussy flowed.

“I’ll show you,” he said and reached past me to the flatscreen. I remembered that he worked as an exec for an electronics chain. He must have access to the best gear.

The TV snapped into high-def life. My eyes went wide as I found myself looking at my husband and Janelle. Jack was naked, his cock throbbingly hard. Janelle was in white stockings and the high heels she’d worn to dinner. They were kissing ferociously. Jack was groping Janelle’s generous tits, tweaking her stiff nipples. She was caressing his balls.

The sight shocked me for a moment, but then I realized how beautiful they looked together and how fun it was to watch Jack in action. We fucked a lot, but naturally I’d never had an outsider’s view like this. His toned body was gorgeous.

Martin slid his hand down over my flat belly and slotted two fingers up into my pussy. I jerked his cock, still mesmerized by the TV.

Then, wonder of wonders, Jack and Janelle broke their kiss and turned to look right at us. I realized it was a two-way setup. We could see them, and they could see us!

Jack grinned, and I knew the grin was for me. I blew him a kiss as Martin fingered my hole. On the big screen, Janelle went to her knees and took my husband’s cock into her mouth. Her lips formed a perfect ring around his shaft. His features clenched with pleasure as she sucked him down to his balls.

A deeper pleasure took hold of me. It was a crazy mixture of Martin’s fingers up in me and the televised reality of another woman’s mouth on my man’s cock. The thrill was like a strum of bass strings at the core of my being.

It occurred to me that this little experiment might actually be the start of something much bigger than I’d figured when I agreed to this wife-swapping — or husband-swapping, as Janelle had put it.

I turned around into Martin’s corded arms and pulled him down into a deep kiss, our tongues clashing nicely. His hefty cock throbbed against me. I desperately wanted a taste of it. But before I could go to my knees, he lifted me and carried me in two strides to the bed.

He tossed me lightly onto the soft mattress. Again he moved quickly, this time to follow me onto the bed and shoulder apart my smooth thighs. I felt his hot breath on my damp slot, and then he was lapping hungrily. His mouth smeared itself over my folds, until finally his tongue stabbed deep into me. I cried out, back arching, ass lifting off the bed.

On the screen, Janelle and Jack had also migrated to their bed. Janelle was on her hands and knees, and Jack was eating her out from behind. The picture quality on the flatscreen was incredible. It was like they were in the room with us. I could see Jack’s tongue delving into both her pussy and asshole. I knew how skilled a rimmer he was. She was having herself a treat.

I was having one myself as Martin’s talented tongue zeroed in on my swollen clit. I cried out again, this time reaching down to grab a fistful of his thick dark hair. My climax tore through me as I humped helplessly at his face, daubing him with my juices. The pleasure was intense, awakening every part of me.

On the flatscreen Janelle let out a similar cry, which was when I realized there was an audio hookup. I suddenly felt both voyeuristic and exposed.

Martin sat back, face dripping. He saw my expression. “If you want it turned off, just say.”

I appreciated how considerate he and his wife both were, but I said, “Fuck no!”

“Janelle went to her knees and took my husband’s cock into her mouth.”

With a determined grunt, I got him over onto his back and swooped down on his cock. I swirled his cockhead with my tongue, savoring the texture and taste of him. Then I sealed my lips around his girth and dropped them down his veiny shaft. I caved my cheeks in around him, creating a good suction, and didn’t stop until his crown was in my throat.

My head lifted and fell. I sucked him down to his base with every plunge, while I fondled his shaved balls. He groaned his pleasure, clawing at the mattress on either side of him. It felt strange and incredibly exciting to have another man’s dick in my mouth after three years of absolute faithfulness to Jack. This didn’t feel like cheating, though. Jack knew exactly what I was up to. Hell, he could see it!

I pulled my mouth off Martin’s tasty cock to give his naked nutsac a tongue-bath. I left his balls glistening with my spit.

He caught my shoulders and tugged me upward. I rose, eager to mount his staff. The bed faced toward the TV. I swung onto Martin in the reverse cowgirl. What must have been a crazy-looking grin stretched the muscles of my face. I set myself onto his fat cockhead and squirmed down onto his shaft. My pussy closed hotly around him, waves of molten bliss radiating outward from the penetration. I took him deeper and deeper, until I had fully impaled myself; I felt his slick balls against my ass cheeks.

Holding him there inside me, I gazed at the screen and saw Jack slotting his scrumptious cock into Janelle, who remained on all fours. They were perfectly positioned. As he slid all the way into her, I saw her beautiful face distort with pleasure. Her mouth stretched, she bit her lip, and she let out a long ragged groan, seemingly all at once.

My knees dug into Martin’s sides. Behind me, he took hold of my ankles to anchor me. I lifted up, relishing the sweet, wet friction of his cock moving in my passage. I liked the unusual angle, facing away from him. My hands needed something to do, so I started to feel up my own tits, tweaking the nips.

Janelle watched me doing it, turning to look into the pin-sized camera. Her eyes were blazing with lust. She licked her lips, looking like she wanted to flick her tongue over my pebble-hard nipples.

I watched how her body rippled with Jack’s thrusts as he stroked into her. The white stockings contrasted nicely with her dusky skin tones. Jack had her ass cupped in his hands as he plowed her with his gleaming cock.

I flexed my knees, riding harder and faster atop Martin’s dick. He thrust up into me with my every downward lunge. Unable to resist, I dropped a hand to my pussy and flicked my clit. I also trailed my fingernails lightly over his slick shaft as it slipped in and out of me.

Over the audio link I could hear the smack of Jack’s body against Janelle’s. The sound touched off a thousand blurred memories of nights spent with my husband, of him pounding my pussy to our mutual ecstasy.

His eyes met mine, and I saw the carnal wonder in them. He was as amazed as I was. I’d expected this scenario to be fun and wild, but now I was sure we had uncovered something powerful and truthful here. Sharing my husband — and him sharing me — felt absolutely right, completely beautiful, an act of potent love.

It didn’t mean I would want him stepping out with just any other woman, but under these circumstances, with these two wonderful people, it seemed like our ultimate declaration of devotion to each other. I never would have suspected on our wedding day that we would ever do anything like this, but now that we were deep in it, I was infinitely thankful.

Speaking of deep in it — Jack was fairly hammering Janelle’s pussy and I was taking Martin far up inside me as I slammed down on his steel-hard staff. A great greedy rapture was breaking over me, heat licking up my whole body. Behind, Martin was grunting like an animal. On the screen I saw Jack’s face twist into his familiar I’m-about-to-shoot expression, which consisted of bared teeth and eyes rolling up into his head.

My second orgasm was coursing through me as Martin erupted and flooded me anew, this time with a thick syrupy load of spunk. The liquid warmth prolonged my climax, sending me into further realms of sexual delight.

Over the linkup, Jack and Janelle both howled out their orgasms. It was glorious.

I felt limp and gratified, my leg muscles quivering as I gently slipped myself off of Martin’s spent cock. On the flatscreen Janelle was disengaging from Jack, who fell back onto the pillows, still catching his breath it looked like.

A vast gratitude overtook me. I remembered Janelle’s words in the parking lot at the restaurant, when she’d said that she was the one who’d first suggested spouse-swapping to her husband. How lucky that the idea had occurred to her, and that Jack and I had now shared in the activity.

In a daze I found myself stepping off the bed. I locked gazes with Janelle, who also rose and stepped forward. The high-definition equipment really was astounding. I could see the beads of sweat on her body. One of her stockings had picked up a run. She still wore her high heels.

We stood facing one another, smiling into the cameras, sharing a brief moment apart from our sated and recovering men. I wanted to hold this woman in my arms and kiss her and thank her properly for what she’d brought so unexpectedly to our lives.

But she was in another bedroom. So, in keeping with the wild TV theme of this scenario, I brought my hands up to my tits again and started kneading them. Janelle grinned and fondled her sizable mounds as well. I watched excitement rise in her as it simmered again in me.

I reached down and slipped two fingers up into myself, feeling Martin’s slick residue there. Janelle did the same, no doubt feeling my husband’s residual cream.

Jack stirred on the bed, blinking, seeing what we were up to. Behind me, I heard the mattress shift and knew Martin was taking notice, also.

But the men left us alone to finger ourselves to mutual climaxes, looking one another in the eye, husband-swapper to husband-swapper. When we climaxed at the same instant, it was like the sealing of a pact.

I’m so grateful to my husband for opening this world up to me and being willing to share me with other lovers. Without a doubt, it’s changed my life for the better.

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