When Josie made the comment about how lucky I was to have such a handsome husband, my pussy grew wet.

Why? Because I knew I had an opening to discuss the possibility of swapping. This is something a wife like me waits for. Swinging can be an awkward subject to broach. Most people don’t go around pitching their spouses at one another. But Josie and Phil were close friends. I was only going to suggest that we get closer still. I knew my husband, Rick, would be into the idea. He’s always in the mood to share our pleasure with others. Now, my goal was to find out if Josie and Phil were at all inclined to play the way we did. I had an inkling they were.

“Phil is really hunky, too,” I said, flirtatiously.

There was quiet then, but we were both preoccupied with our own thoughts. We sipped our coffees, while I tried to decide how to slip my idea into the conversation.

Then Josie said, with a gleam in her green eyes, “You know, Phil and I were wondering — ”

“If Rick and I have an open marriage?” I asked hopefully.

Her face glowed with excitement. My hunch was correct!

I said, “Yeah. Definitely. Are you two new at this?”

“Brand-new,” she said, “Like never. We’ve never tried it. But we’ve been talking about ways to, you know, spice up our love life…”

“And you find Rick spicy?”

“I’m nervous, though,” she said.

“We could all be in the same room.”

She nodded and said, “I’d like that.”

I promised her we’d go slow and told her they could stop the action if either of them ever felt the need. The night would be about her and Phil, making them comfortable. I had a feeling, however, that once we got started, Josie wouldn’t need any breathers. Turned out, I was right.

As soon as they showed up on Friday night for “dinner,” she was on Rick, pressing herself against him and running her fingers through his hair. She was a woman untamed, and it was a beauty — a thrill — to watch. Rick didn’t mind the attention. He knows he’s handsome, but it’s never gone to his head. He kissed Josie and then gazed at me.

Phil was staring at his wife. He seemed in awe. I took him by the hand and led him into the living room. I was pretty sure Josie and Rick would follow from the foyer. She’d wanted us all to be in the same room, after all. But they were taking their time, so I stripped for Phil and waited for him to lose his clothes. He said, “You’re damn sexy, Sheila.”

He was, too. Different from my tall, dark-haired husband. Phil was leaner and blond, and he had mesmerizing blue eyes that seemed to be shooting me all sorts of messages. I got the feeling that where his wife ran hot and fast, he was cool and slow. He pulled me to him, and we embraced. I felt his hard-on against me, and I turned, motioning for him to sit down on our loveseat. Then I settled in his lap with his dick deep inside me and my back to his front.

From where we were, I could hear Josie sighing and moaning Rick’s name. I looked over my shoulder at Phil, who put his hands on my waist and started to bounce me up and down. I reached down, stroking his balls. He bit my shoulder and raised me even higher in the air with a mighty thrust of his hips. I’d been curious about his length, but I hadn’t ever thought about his girth, which was considerable. I felt thoroughly filled as he thrust repeatedly inside me.

Momentarily, I managed to forget our other partners, consumed as I was by what I was feeling. Phil pinched my clit between his thumb and pointer. I shouted, “Yes, oh yes!” right as Josie and Rick finally entered the living room. Josie’s eyes focused intently on the spectacle of me riding her man. Then she moved to the large recliner and motioned for Rick to have a seat. In seconds, she and I were facing one another, each of us getting boned by the other’s man. One of my favorite things about swinging is shared moments like that.

When Rick stroked Josie’s pussy, she and I let out a moan together. Her pussy was entirely shaved, and she used her hands to spread her own cunt lips wide apart. Her clit was swollen and wet, nestled becomingly at the top of her slit. Rick touched her there, and she cried out in a husky bellow. Phil seemed to be transported at the sounds of his wife’s pleasure. His cock felt even larger inside me as he continued to thrust upward, delighting me with his animalistic motions.

“When Rick stroked Josie’s pussy, she and I let out a moan together.”

Josie came loudly. Her melodic — nearly operatic — sighs seemed to reverberate through me. I watched Rick as he reached his peak and shot off inside her.

It was down to me and Phil. I moved off him, knelt on the floor and bent myself across our coffee table. He stationed himself behind me and pounded me hard. We came, I think, together.

I looked up at Rick and Josie. She’d moved off my man and was licking her juices from his shaft.

I couldn’t wait to take over from where she’d left off.

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