An adventurous swinging couple delves into new erotic waters when a swap goes differently from what they’d expected.

I had to go and get braggy. From where he was chatting with Daniel, my husband gave me a look. But I ignored his nonverbal Don’t go there! and kept right on with what I wanted to say to Viv, Daniel’s wife.

“Oh, Pavel and I love to swing!”

I admit I like to shock people. But Viv, who was a sensual woman with spiky blonde hair, just smiled. She had given me the opening for my risqué statement. Well, sort of. She’d casually mentioned how a little extramarital flirting could be healthy for a relationship. I had simply taken the topic to its extreme.

While Pavel — who’d seen my comment coming like the mind-reading husband he is — gaped at me, Viv said conversationally, “That must be nice.”

Daniel came to sit and join us, bringing Pavel along. We were guests at Viv and Daniel’s place; they were our new neighbors. We’d brought a welcome wagon bottle of brandy and were all sipping a bit of it. They’d already had a bottle of wine going, but we rock-paper-scissors’ed for it, and my paper covered Viv’s rock.

“Why, yes,” I said, trying to measure the receptability of this other married couple. I was already sure they weren’t prudes. “It’s lots of fun — with the right people.”

Obviously, Pavel and I’d had ulterior motives coming here. We had scoped out these two when they’d moved into the area. Pavel said Viv was a hot little number, and I found Daniel’s rugged good looks irresistible. But my husband and I knew from experience that such situations should be handled with delicacy.

Too late now, though. I’d opened my big mouth.

Viv, after trading a knowing look with Daniel, said as amiably as before, “Tell us about the best time you two have had.”

We were in it now, I figured. Pavel chuckled. We’d been swinging for several years, but he knew which time had been our best.

“Well,” Pavel said as I took a steadying swallow of brandy, “let us tell you about Karl and Rashida.”

The mention of their names rippled a thrill through me, though they’d moved away two years ago. Rashida had been a wiry thing, with flashing green eyes and nice tits; Karl, his skin bronze where his wife’s was dusky, was a looming male with a triathlete’s physique.

“The kiss was like a magic key that opened me up to the possibilities.”

“I met Rashida at the gym,” I said. “We ran treads side by side for half an hour and gabbed. I liked her. She didn’t seem like a prig. After, she showed me a picture of her husband on her phone. I ran home to tell Pavel about them.”

He picked up the thread. “Sal sold me on them. She had Rashida’s number. We called, set up dinner at a restaurant.”

“We wanted to look at them together.”

“It’s good to see how everybody interacts before proposing anything.”

Viv gave a grin and murmured knowingly, “Yes, it is.”

A hopeful warmth bloomed in me. She and Daniel hadn’t freaked out yet. Maybe we were halfway to swapping partners with this lovely couple. I wanted to climb on Daniel’s cock while Pavel went off somewhere to fuck Viv.

But for the time being we continued with our story. The restaurant worked out fine, with everybody exchanging increasingly flirtatious chitchat. When Rashida slipped her foot under the table and into Pavel’s crotch, we all knew where things were going.

We drove to their place. Karl put his brawny arm around me to guide me up the stairs. Pavel was groping Rashida’s ass as they bustled inside ahead of us. Karl pulled me off toward the guest bedroom. I waved a fond farewell to my lovely husband as Karl’s smoking wife bundled him off to the main bedroom.

Viv and Daniel showed no signs of dismay at these developments. Usually, that’s the biggest stumbling block for people who don’t understand swinging: They can’t get past jealousy. They don’t get that I’m not cheating on my husband, nor he on me. This is a cooperative arrangement, made with respect and love. (Believe me, if Pavel stepped out on me without telling me, I’d be pissed.)

Leaning forward, eager to share now, I explained how Karl and I undressed each other. Clothing went flying into every corner, and I beheld his tall, naked body. I reached out and took hold of his hard cock. He throbbed in my grip as I gave him some expert pumping. I wanted his sweet meat inside me. Karl was plainly desperate for it, too, because he bent down and scooped me up and flung me onto the bed. I giggled and spread my legs. His eyes were riveted to my pussy.

“Before he climbed on top of me, though,” I said, “I made him lick me.”

Our hosts didn’t flinch. Viv’s eyes shone brightly, and Daniel, sitting next to Pavel, was sporting an obvious hard-on in his jeans.

Pavel, laughing, said, “Rashida made me do the same thing.” He had slid between her legs, her chocolatey thighs clamping his shoulders. Now, he described her scent, her flavor, how her hips jerked. Pavel is great with his tongue, and soon she was crying out.

Karl, meanwhile, was bringing me to a similar state of ecstasy with his oral skills. I humped against his face, my juices flowing with a wail of excitement climbing my throat. When I let it out, however, it was as if I heard the sound in stereo.

“See,” said Pavel, “the bedrooms were right beside each other, the beds against a shared wall, so…”

So Rashida and I sang our climaxes to one another through the wall. I remembered how strange and exciting that was. I would never have guessed that the very sounds of sex could be so stimulating. I came hard against Karl’s lips, then he scrambled up onto me.

“Just as he plunged that luscious cock into my drenched hole, I again heard Rashida,” I told them. “She gasped tightly this time, and I realized — ”

“That I was putting my cock into her at the same time Karl was entering Sal,” Pavel finished. I could see he was flushed with the memory, which was as precious to him as it was to me.

Karl fucked me while on the other side of the wall Pavel was fucking Rashida. I honestly don’t think the experience could have been more spectacular if we’d all been in the same room together. In fact, though I love swinging, I don’t feel any need to actually watch my husband screw another woman. That’s a whole other kink, I guess.

But the audio performance enhanced things immeasurably. I could hear every moan from Rashida, every grunt out of Pavel. I even felt their headboard knocking the wall. He was really giving it to that succulent piece of ass over there.

Karl fucked me like a bull. I wrapped his waist with my thighs and held on to his strong shoulders. He pounded me without mercy, which was great because I didn’t want any mercy. Next door, I could hear Pavel’s body smacking into Rashida’s. We two women were both howling with pleasure.

Obviously, the arrangement of these bedrooms was no accident. Rashida and Karl had been swinging for a while. Later, they would introduce us to other like-minded folk in the area. You can see why it was such a wrench when Rashida’s firm relocated her across the country.

But that first night with them was magical. Karl plowed me deep. I started screaming obscenities, any damn nasty thing that came into my head. Rashida took it up, like a chant. We traded glorious vulgarities through the shared wall while the men fucked us silly.

After my third or fourth orgasm, I sensed Karl getting ready to unload. I joined him in the buildup, shrieking encouragements and taking his cock all the way with every thrust.

When he let out his own cry of triumph, I felt the hot flood of his cream and rode through a fireworks-bright climax until I fell back limp on the bed. On the other side of the wall Pavel collapsed on top of Rashida, his spent cock still inside her.

Our story was told. I blinked my way back to the current reality of Viv and Daniel’s living room.

Viv said, “That was…fantastic.” Daniel nodded in avid agreement.

I grinned at Pavel. It looked like we had our next swinging partners.

But a weird smile touched Viv’s pretty face. “Hey,” she said softly, “have you two ever swapped, y’know, wife for husband?”

Pavel frowned in confusion. I thought I knew what Viv meant but didn’t know how to react. Finally, I asked her. “You mean, you take the other couple’s wife to bed, and — and…” I couldn’t finish.

So Daniel did it for me, saying bluntly, “And I take the husband.”

The room froze. I traded a wide-eyed look with Pavel. So far as I knew, he’d never engaged in a gay experience in his life. And despite having a basic appreciation for the female form, I’d never slept with another woman.

I liked to shock people, but here I was the one struck totally dumb.

Viv broke the tension. “You’re both fun people. Let’s make it a game. Lovely Salima and I will do rock-paper-scissors again. If you win, we do it your way. If I win… our way. Okay?”

Still dumbfounded, I looked at Pavel for his response. He wore a nervous smile, but he nodded.

So Viv and I did the “one-two-three” fist-pump thing. Last time I’d covered her rock with my paper — flat hand over fist. Without thinking, I chose it again.

Viv held out two fingers in a “V.” She reached over and placed the fingers around my spread-flat hand. With a wicked grin she said, “Snip.”

I felt challenged. So did Pavel. We thought ourselves so sophisticated, so free of sexual constraints. We wondered why every married couple didn’t swing like we did.

We could have backed out of this. Rock-paper-scissors wasn’t legally binding, after all. But we decided to go through with it, and swing their way.

Pavel, looking like someone going skydiving for the first time, left with Daniel. He was taking him back to our home for their tryst. I knew that Pavel would undoubtedly tell me all the sexy details later, but I couldn’t wait. I hurried to the window and watched the men leave. To my delight, Pavel must have sensed me watching. He stopped on the path in front of the house and took Daniel in his arms. I found that I was holding my breath as Daniel and Pavel shared their first kiss.

If I’d had a cock, it would have been at full mast. As it was, I could feel my pussy growing wetter. There was my husband locked in the arms of another man. I couldn’t remember ever seeing something so erotic before.

Then Viv put her hand on my shoulder and turned me back to face her. We finished our brandies in silence. I felt exotic electricity coursing through me. Viv gave me a sultry smile, and held out one of her hands to me.

“I closed my eyes, and accepted the touch of her lips.”

With a fluttery feeling in my belly, I took her hand and let her lead me into the bedroom. We stood together at the foot of the broad bed with its brass headboard. She pulled me toward her, slipping her arms around me. I went stiff, even though the softness of her body lit an unfamiliar ember of desire in me.

Her face moved toward mine. I closed my eyes, and with a freefall sensation I accepted the touch of her lips. Automatic responses allowed me to kiss her back. It was strange not to feel even a hint of stubble. When her tongue brushed me, I answered with my own.

The kiss was like a magic key that opened me up to the possibilities. My awkward stiffness left me, and I wrapped my arms around her. Our breasts pushed together. Her body hummed with a nimble strength, but she wasn’t muscled like a man. Our lip-lock deepened, mouths grinding together and tongues twisting. Her hips moved. She pressed her crotch hard against mine. Dampness slickened my pussy.

I was feeling too hot in my clothes, and that bed looked awfully inviting. When Viv started tugging at my blouse, I reciprocated by slipping her dress off her shoulders. She closed her hand over my tit, giving me a squeeze and catching my erect nipple between two knuckles. I moaned, then returned the groping favor, uncertainly cupping her breasts before caressing her with more confidence.

Some part of my mind wondered if Pavel was encountering these same unfamiliar hitches as he had his first sexual experiences with another male. That was part of the fun of swinging — knowing your love partner was, at that same moment, engaged in intimate carnal activity with someone else. The fact that we were doing it for the first time with a member of our own respective genders added a new level of excitement. Was Pavel on his knees taking Daniel’s cock in his mouth? Or was Daniel working Pavel’s dick, jacking him off with a manly caress? I lost myself for a moment before refocusing on the woman in front of me.

Gently, I worked the dress off her smooth hips, and Viv got me out of my jeans. We stood a few seconds longer there at the foot of the bed, and I drank in the sight of her — her creamy skin, perky tits, supple curves. All my nervousness had shifted into a shivering arousal. I wanted this woman. Wanted her bad.

Viv plainly felt the same about me. We went swarming up onto the big bed, grappling, clutching. The full length of her bare body against mine sent raging ripples of passion through me. I squeezed her luscious ass in both my hands. She got her mouth on my tit and sucked my nipple, flicking it with her tongue and making me squeal with delight.

I had a go at suckling her. At first the sensation was strange, having a woman’s breast in my mouth, but again carnal instinct kicked in. I sucked away deliriously, even grazing her gently with my teeth, the way I always liked it. She responded with groans of pure pleasure.

I wrestled her onto her back next. After feasting on her nips, I found myself kissing my way down her flat abdomen. Even before my mouth reached her pussy, I could smell her excited aroma. She parted her sleek thighs. I looked at her shaved mound. Her glistening lips were an enticing shade of pink.

When I delivered the first flick with my tongue, her whole body jumped. The brass headboard thumped the wall. She trembled with expectation. I lowered my mouth fully onto her with a sense of experimentation and duty.

“Even before my mouth reached her pussy, I could smell her excited aroma.”

Her flavor was tart. I had tasted myself in the past, kissing Pavel after he’d gone down on me, but this was different. Her juices were hot. Her folds were slick. I dove in with my tongue. I knew how I liked being eaten, so I did it that way to her. The results were fabulous.

Viv writhed on the bed, clawing the covers. Her legs clamped themselves around my shoulders. I bathed her clit with my tongue tip, then skimmed her with my teeth. She grabbed my long hair, howled like a madwoman and coated my face with her juice. I drank what she gave me, letting her warmth fill me.

When I came up panting, she swooped over me. First, she licked my dripping face, and then flipped me onto my back. I was eager to have her mouth on my pussy, but she didn’t give me what I most wanted right away. She teasingly traced her tongue up my inner thigh. By the time she reached my teeming groove, I was quivering with need.

The touch of her tongue jolted hot sexual electricity through every part of me. My limbs jumped. My ass jerked, and I smeared my wetness over her mouth and chin. That taste of me must have put her into a frenzy because she started licking me like crazy.

She clutched my hipbones and impaled me with her agile tongue. I locked my taut thighs around her shoulders and raked my fingers through her hair. She writhed between my legs, stabbing her tongue into me. She devoured my clit, sucking on it like I’d sucked her nipples. Intense bliss built up in me. Juices overflowed my pussy. I felt a line of liquid warmth spill into the valley of my ass and tickle my asshole.

I seized her hair in both hands now, fingers grasping gelled blonde strands. I humped mercilessly against her open mouth and shrieked as I came. Pleasure shook my bones, my heart, my soul. Viv kept her lips sealed to me as I quaked and streamed into her mouth.

After, I was limp from ecstasy. But as Viv came up to lay alongside me so we could cuddle, I realized I didn’t want this to end yet. It was still so exciting, so new. I wondered if Pavel was enjoying a similar experience, losing himself in the wonder of erotic discovery. Probably. He was an adventurous man.

So it was with my husband in mind that I broke a sweet pussy-flavored kiss with my first female lover to say, “I want to do that — y’know, that scissoring thing. Can we do that?”

Viv’s lovely face lit with delight. She quickly arranged us diagonally across the brass-framed bed, our heads pointed toward opposite corners of the bedroom. We both propped ourselves on our left elbows and carefully slotted our legs together, scooching forward until our pussies made contact.

For a second I thought it was going to be impossible, one of those sex acts that look good in a porn movie but don’t work in real life. I was happy to be wrong. We settled our bodies into cooperative positions, with our cunt lips flush against each other. Then we started softly and slowly grinding on one another.

The wet heat of her pussy right on top of mine was a sensation like no other. I felt more than the pleasure of contact. It was almost as if I were plugging directly into her sexual spirit. I sensed the tingles of joy spreading over her flesh. With her free hand, she touched her own breasts. I did the same, tweaking my nips.

Our hips rolled, finding the right mutual rhythms. We ground harder against each other. I felt her fluids mingling with mine, as they had when we’d kissed with pussy-tangy tongues. She lifted her ass off the bed, humping with even more force. I met her thrusts. We bucked against one another wildly, but neither of us was trying to dominate. This was a collaborative effort.

The bed rocked underneath us. Our pussies rubbed wetly. My clit throbbed against Viv’s. The pleasure gathered over us both, lifting us up, embracing us. My nerve endings popped like fuses. Hot euphoria pumped through my veins. My pussy beat a frantic tempo. I wailed out my climax. She joined me, and we sang our mutual rapture louder than Rashida and I had through the wall in the past.

This was even better than those times.

I imagined Pavel and Daniel reaching their own peaks. Were they rutting like beasts or making slow and tender love? Any way I pictured them, I knew they were finding their own bliss.

As Viv and I passed into our shared scissoring ecstasy, I knew Pavel and I had found our ultimate swinging partners. The next time we “rock, paper, and scissored,” we’d undoubtedly land on something brand-new and sexy — a game to play and replay over and over again.

Check out the Full Gallery