My job at the coffeehouse continuously surprises me. I never know what face is going to pop up on the other side of the counter. I’ve been working there for about two years. I make more money than people think with the addition of tips. Even so, when an old pal appears in the shop, I don’t quite know how to react.

Hector recognized me immediately, however, and beamed.

“Larry! Wow, great to see you,” he gushed.

Hector was wearing business clothes and looked like he’d probably been working a professional job since we’d last hung around together in high school.

I greeted him just as warmly, and he insisted on taking me out for a beer at the end of my shift.

“Sure thing. Just let me tell my wife,” I said, taking out my phone.

His eyebrows went up.

“Wife?  Say, you didn’t happen to marry Audrey, did you?”

I grinned, which answered the question.

Audrey and I had been high school sweethearts. She was — and is — the hottest woman I know. And the best fuck I could imagine.

Hector came back to the shop an hour later to collect me. He drove a sporty-looking car.

I told him, “Audrey says to say hi and give you a big, sloppy kiss. But I hope you’ll settle for just hi.”

He laughed and said, “I’m delighted she remembers me.”

We went to a neighborhood bar and talked over beers. Hector and I had been fairly tight, back in the day. He, too, had gotten married. Her name was Marie, he said.

“She’s fantastic,” he went on. “Smart, caring, beautifu — hell, almost as hot as Audrey.” He laughed heartily.

As we chatted about our marriages, I realized something was bugging me. It took another beer before I gave my old friend a hint of my troubles.

“Sometimes, I think we married too young. Don’t get me wrong, I love her every way to Sunday, and I’m still ferociously attracted to her. But basically Audrey’s the only woman I’ve ever been with, and sometimes I wonder. You know what I’m saying?”

Hector picked up the thread.

“You wonder what it would be like to fuck another woman? But you don’t want to hurt Audrey by cheating on her?”

That time, I laughed and replied, “Exactly. How’d you know?”

“I went through the same thing with Marie. But I found a solution.”

“What is it?” I asked, realizing I sounded a little desperate. I hadn’t realized how deeply my situation had disturbed me.

He gazed at me, like he was carefully considering making a confession. After a long while, he asked, “Do you think Audrey feels the same way?”

I thought carefully, and in an instant, I could see all the subtle telltales over the past couple years. Stuff she’d said, the wistful way she’d looked at other men sometimes.

“I think so,” I said.

“Then go home tonight and discuss it with her. Just put out the possibility that maybe the two of you could mutually solve your problem. If she doesn’t freak out and seems amenable, come out to the city park on Saturday, at noon. You remember the old merry-go-round at the south end? Be there. I’ll introduce you to a group I know. They’re swingers.”

We left it at that. It was a hell of a lot to absorb. I did as Hector suggested. I talked out the problem with my wife. She didn’t get mad. We’d always been open and loving with each other, not one of those couples who constantly deal with friction. I told her about Hector’s proposal.

“What do you think?” I asked quietly. I’d already made up my mind that I was very interested, but she needed to be onboard, too. Otherwise, it was no deal.

Well, she answered my question by dragging me into the bedroom and fucking my brains out for half the night!

Saturday took forever to arrive. But at noon, Audrey and I were at Hector’s designated meeting place. Plenty of people had gathered in the area, and the merry-go-round was spinning and playing its circus-like music. I saw Hector, and we made a beeline to him and his pals. He and Audrey embraced warmly. Then he introduced us to five other couples. The women were all quite attractive. I caught Audrey eyeing the men with lustful eyes. It was on!

Hector said, “It works like this. One of us rides the merry-go-round. If it’s a woman on board, the men stand in a circle around it. When the ride stops, the woman goes off with whoever the nearest male is. Vice versa if a man takes the ride.”

I was unexpectedly picked to go first. In a daze, I got aboard and mounted a fake pony. I flashed Audrey a grin, and she blew me a kiss. Spouses, of course, did not stand in the circle.

The ride started, the music began and the horse went up and down. As I twirled, I looked at the women, barely able to believe I would be fucking one of them in a short time. They were all so sexy, but Hector’s wife Marie was something special. By the time the ride slowed to an end, I had a hard-on that was difficult to conceal.

To my astonishment I’d stopped closest to Marie. She smiled and took my arm when I stepped down. I turned to wave bye to Audrey, but she was already climbing aboard. She was next in this novel ritual.

Hector’s home had been designated as the site for our tryst. Marie drove us, flashing me salacious looks the whole way. We hurried into the condo’s bedroom. She immediately seized my crotch, rubbing my erect cock. Pleasure flared through me. I boldly groped her generous tits, and she moaned.

We stripped out of our clothes, my eyes popping at the sight of her naked. Her tits were gorgeous, her curves just right, and her shaved pussy was enticing. We fell into each other’s arms, then together onto the bed, in a tangle of limbs, caressing hands and eager mouths.

Marie and I kissed deeply. Her lips were soft, and her skin was as smooth as silk. I pinched her stiff nipples, while she gently squeezed my balls, sending a thrill through me.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have plenty of awesome sex with Audrey, but the newness of this woman inflamed me. She was different from Audrey in obvious and subtle ways. She excited me on a level that was almost primal, as though with her I could fulfill certain needs.

Yeah, like the need to fuck someone

unfamiliar.

We didn’t know each other’s habits, which thrilled me in an odd way. I knew every inch of Audrey’s body, knew how to arouse her and get her to come — all the familiar sexual business. But Marie was fresh territory to me. Therefore, I would have to explore.

I kissed my way down to her tits, which I proceeded to suck on. I nibbled her nips, which made her moan some more. I licked the satiny undersides of her breasts. Then I kissed a wet path down her flat belly. She spread her legs, and her smooth thighs closed around my shoulders as I moved into place.

I breathed in the perfume of her pussy. Then I lowered my mouth to her glistening cleft, swiping my tongue along her groove. Her wet labia parted, and I drove my tongue tip into her.

How responsive she was! Marie wound her fingers into my hair — so unlike my gentle Audrey. She seized me by my roots, taking firm hold. At the same time, she lifted her hips and ground her pussy against my mouth. I lavished attention on the swollen nub of her clit.

“Eat that pussy, motherfucker!” she cried.

I almost blew my own load at that shriek. Audrey talked dirty in bed sometimes, but to have this woman just go ahead and call me motherfucker...well, that was indeed something new!

She came hard, flooding my mouth. Pussy juice ran down my chin. I sat up, panting and savoring her taste.

Marie grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. I thought she might be getting ready to climb aboard my cock, but I was thrilled to realize she had reciprocation in mind.

Hunkered down between my legs, she took hold of my balls and lowered her open mouth toward my cockhead. I gasped when her wet lips closed on me. Her tongue swirled around me like I was a lollipop.

I lifted my head, watching the sealed ring of her mouth descend my shaft. It was amazing to see my cock disappear into the face of a woman I’d just met. Hector’s wife was going down on me as her pussy sauce dried on my lips. Incredible.

Of course, by that point it was entirely possible that my own wife was engaged in sexual shenanigans with one of the men I’d also met today. Maybe even Hector himself. I waited for jealousy to bite me, but the pain just wasn’t there. This felt right. It was what had been missing between Audrey and me.

Marie was a consummate cocksucker. She swallowed me down, taking my dick into her throat effortlessly. She formed a ball-tingling suction around my organ, and I was consumed by pleasure. I felt my come stirring in my balls, ready to erupt.

But I held back and relished what was happening. I focused on Marie’s warm mouth as it rode up and down and her tongue dancing along my staff. It was exquisite.

After a time, her head came up and she climbed atop me, fitting my cock to her well-licked pussy and lowering herself onto me fully. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched the hungry look on her pretty face, and a wicked grin lit her features as she rode me.

The moment called to mind the merry-go-round horse. Up and down, round and round she rode. In my stupor, the bedroom seemed to be twirling. My hands drifted onto Marie’s hips, and I began thrusting up into her.

“Yeah! Yeah, stud! Fuck me like that!” she demanded.

It was beautiful, the lovely body working on top of mine and my cock meeting her plunging movements. I wanted to howl with joy.

Instead, we fucked with maddened motions until finally it was too much. I let out a shout as my jizz flew from my prick, and she came seconds after me.

As my climax ravaged me, I thought of Audrey and hoped my wife was having as good a time as me.