New friends become new fuck buddies when Jay and his wife, Asha, are indoctrinated into a lusty group of lovers.

“You did what?”

“I fucked Lenore.”

I about did a spit-take with my cocktail when George told me he’d slept with the stunning minx. George and Suzi, Cole and Lenore, were new acquaintances. My wife, Asha, and I had recently moved to the upscale area and had settled nicely into the friendly social scene.

We had come to dinner at George’s spread, and now George and I, with a mutual interest in watching and playing basketball, had gone off to his study to chat over drinks. Instead, he had come out with this bombshell.

“You and Lenore?” We’d gone out on Cole and Lenore’s boat one weekend. They were a nice couple, seemingly very happy together. For that matter, George and his wife, Suzi, also appeared content and much in love.

“Yep, dozens of times,” George said, opposite me in a leather chair. He offered an easygoing smile.

“Well,” I groped for words, “I’m not the fidelity police, George, but aren’t you and Suzi — ”

“Happy together? Yes, we are, Jay.”

“Then, why?” I knew things happened in marriages. I’d been with Asha for five great years, but we’d gone through a lot of different phases. Maybe George and his wife had hit a skid.

“Don’t you think Lenore’s attractive?” he asked.

It was a stupid question. Lenore was a tawny, taut beauty, with elegant features and a halo of curly hair. She’d worn a bikini when we were out on the water. One of her ripe breasts had slipped briefly out, and I’d avidly beheld the luscious globe, capped with an adorable pink nipple. “Lenore is a good-looking woman, yes.”

“Good-looking? Come on, Jay. She’s gorgeous.”

“More gorgeous than Suzi?” I asked pointedly. Suzi was quite attractive, too.

He chuckled. “I’ve made you uncomfortable. Sorry. Let me clear something up. I love my wife. Suzi is a delight to me, a ravishing woman. What’s wrong with me wanting to sleep with Lenore?”

“Wanting? Maybe nothing. But doing it is something else.”

“Would it be any better if Suzi had slept with Cole? Because that happened, too.”

Again, I was gobsmacked. I’m no prude, but I hadn’t expected to find myself privy to my new friends’ secrets so abruptly.

George went on, just as easily as before, “I knew Suzi and Cole were going to do it beforehand, like Suzi knew I meant to have sex with Lenore. It was all agreed on.”

I had to take a big slug of my cocktail before I could bring myself to say, “You mean, you’re swingers?”

He burst out laughing. “If you want to use that term, yes. We’re all swingers. Does that really shock you, Jay?”

“Some, I have to say.”

“You never did anything a little wild?”

“Well, sure — ”

“Let me tell you how it all happened. Can I do that?”

I shrugged. George mixed us fresh drinks and settled in again. Despite myself, I was curious. I was thinking of some of the crazy stunts from my past — sleeping with five different women in the same week once during college, the couple of threeways I’d had. But I was also thinking of Lenore’s lush, oiled body and the enticing glimpse I’d had of her naked tit.

“We moved out here two years ago,” George explained. “We became friends with Cole and Lenore. They’re easy to like, right? After a few weeks of social activities, I got the feeling that Lenore was interested in me. I mentioned it to Suzi, and she said she’d been aware of Cole’s attention toward her. We didn’t make an issue out of it, but one night, after we’d all been out together, the two of them came right out with the invitation. Cole wanted to have sex with Suzi, and Lenore wanted me.”

I tried to imagine the scene, but I had nothing to compare it to.

George said, “Cole’s a lawyer, so he can make a fine argument. He laid out how sensible the arrangement could be. They told us to go think about it, talk it over. Well, Suzi and I did. At first, the situation seemed surreal, but then we began to seriously consider the offer. I told her I found Lenore very attractive. She said she thought Cole was a stud.”

“Didn’t that make you jealous?” I asked.

“Nope. I thought it should, but I felt fine. I knew Suzi wasn’t going to leave me. We still loved each other. And we both admitted the idea of an affair had crossed our minds from time to time, something harmless, for a little variety. So, after an honest discussion, we went back and said that we were game.”

I had another long pull on my drink.

“You want to know how it was, with me and Lenore?” George grinned.

“Yes,” I said a little too quickly.

“On the agreed on night, Cole was with Suzi at our house. Lenore took me to her place, into that workout room they’ve got. I asked her why we weren’t going to the bedroom. She said she wanted to get a hearty sweat going, and this was the place for it. I was pretty nervous, thinking maybe this was some crazy prank. But then Lenore peeled off her top. I stared in awe, so she started squeezing those big tits and tweaking her nips. The buds stood up, firm and pink.”

I had seen her nipple. My cock stirred at the memory.

“Finally, she came to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me — really kissed me. With her tits pressed up against me, I about lost my mind. I returned the kiss. Mind you, I hadn’t been with another woman since I married Suzi. Lenore felt different, tasted different. I inhaled her scent. Suddenly, our clothes were flying. We clung to each other and danced back and forth. They’ve got those mirrors in the gym room, right? I couldn’t believe I was seeing myself spinning around with this beautiful naked female. I grabbed her ass. I licked her throat. I squeezed her boobs. She took hold of my cock.”

I found myself envying the hell out of George.

He continued, “She backed up to the weight bench and sat down with this wicked grin on her face. She cupped my balls, leaned forward, and flicked my cockhead with her tongue.” He drew air through his teeth as he relived the moment. “I tell you, Jay, I almost frosted her face right there. Then she slipped her lips around my knob, and I felt her tongue doing the lollipop swirl on me. She slowly lowered her mouth. I watched my dick disappear into that perfect cocksucking circle. The whole while she was looking right up at me, not blinking. She squeezed my balls just right — the absolutely perfect amount of pressure. Soon, she had me sucked right down to the hilt. She hadn’t paused once. No hint of gag reflex, no hesitation.”

“Was she better than Suzi?” Instantly, I knew I shouldn’t have asked. For one thing, I didn’t want to interrupt this exciting narrative. For another, it felt very wrong to be mentioning George’s wife at the moment.

But he said, “Suzi would take the gold if cocksucking was an Olympic event. That’s not the point. This was a different woman, a different mouth. Anyway, she bobbed on my pole awhile, and I started thrusting into her face until she pulled away, panting and grinning. She settled back on the bench, spread her legs and began to finger her pussy. I watched for half a minute, until I couldn’t help but drop to my knees and bury my face between her thighs.”

“What did she taste like?” I asked, a more appropriate question. My cock was throbbing in my pants.

“Like nectar. I licked her moist folds. I ran my tongue up into her. She writhed, her amazing ass bouncing. She grabbed my hair and humped her twat against my face. Her juices streamed into my mouth, poured down my chin. She made a mess of me. I loved every second it.”

I imagined that slick fluid flowing over my own lips and shivered.

“When I stood up, she turned over, got onto her knees and grabbed the weight bar. She looked back at me, curly hair spilling over her shoulders, and told me to give her the serious fucking she wanted so badly from me. I tell you, Jay, it had been so long since anybody but Suzi had said anything like that to me, it blew my mind. I stepped in behind her, took hold of that incredible ass, and plunged in her pussy. She bucked and moaned. Her back glistened with sweat as I started slamming away. She hung on to that bar with white knuckles, swaying back and forth. She called out my name, and I said hers. That was maybe the craziest thing about the whole deal — yelling her name out loud. Acknowledging that I was fucking some woman other than my wife. And knowing — knowing — that it was permitted by Suzi. Knowing, even in that spectacular moment, that she was off with Cole doing the same thing.”

I finished off my second cocktail, stunned. “So, how did it end with Lenore?”

He flashed me a grin. “How? I fucked her until she howled, then I blasted my load into her. It was awesome.” He set aside his own drink and sat forward in the leather chair, peering closely at me. “It could be that way for you and Asha, too. Your wife is extremely attractive. I would love to be with her. Suzi is making this same pitch to her right now out on the back deck. Suzi wants you, Jay. Why don’t you and Asha go home and talk it over.”

That night, my wife and I had a very interesting conversation that ranged in tone from incredulity to lurid fascination. At one point, we ended up laughing until our sides hurt.

But Asha and I have always been remarkably honest with each other. After much debate, in the wee small hours, she looked at me with a frank expression and said simply, “I’d like to do this, sweetheart. That is, if you want to.”

“I’d … like to try it, too,” I admitted with a sheepish grin.

We laughed, we held each other, we made love.

The following evening, I was walking George’s wife, Suzi, back to my home, while Asha was with George at their place.

I stumbled in our driveway, and Suzi caught my arm. “Nervous?” she asked, snuggling against me.

I inhaled her seductive perfume, thrilled by the scent. Yet at the same time I was leery about contact with her out where any nosy neighbors could see. Realizing how silly that was, I uttered, “I shouldn’t be nervous, should I?”

“Be what and how you like. I’m simply glad to be with you tonight.” Suzi kissed my cheek, and we went inside.

No need for a tour. She’d been here before. I led her to the bedroom. Suzi stepped in ahead of me, turned and offered a smile. Her face was radiant. She had a knack for such disarming expressions, which played out on her attractive features. Graceful cheekbones, dainty nose, blonde hair swept partway over one eye. She had seen me play basketball against her husband in nothing but a pair of cutoffs. I had only seen her in workout clothes and dining wear.

She didn’t keep me in suspense. She reached behind her neck, undid a catch, and her red dress slid off her shoulders and down her sleek body to pool on the carpet. She lifted one black high-heeled foot out, then the other. Beyond her black stockings and shoes, she wore nothing.

Her body stunned me. Now, make no mistake: Asha is a gorgeous woman, with an in-your-dreams figure and muscle tone. I realized in those first seconds that Suzi wasn’t better looking than my wife, just different. Her limbs were firm, belly flat. Her generous breasts looked lovely, tipped with nipples the color of strawberry frosting.

But her differences fascinated me. I noted the mole dotting her left shoulder, the spun-gold shade of her pubic curls. I’d seen pictures of naked women since I’d been married, but this was the first time I had beheld a nude female in the literal flesh since before Asha and I were married.

Suzi grinned. “I showed you mine, Jay. Now show me yours.” By making the statement playful, she was giving me an out. I could cancel this whole thing, but I didn’t want to.

I shed my clothes. My cock was ramrod-hard. We stood facing each other a moment. Her eyes roved over me, glimmering with excitement.

We stepped toward each other. My heart was beating fast. Suzi came into my arms. Her skin felt smooth beneath my hands. She tipped her head back, and I lowered my mouth to hers. The contact was electric. Her lips parted, and our tongues touched. I felt like a boy getting his first real kiss, and it was only because this was someone new, someone different. I hadn’t had a new first kiss in a long, long while.

Suzi pressed her breasts against me. She reached between us and teased my shaft with her fingertips. I groped her succulent ass, sinking my fingers into her flesh.

We were still kissing as we moved toward the bed. She lay on her back. I kissed the mole on her shoulder, then moved to her tits. Her nipples were already stiff, but I delighted in batting them around with my tongue. Without planning it, I found myself kissing my way down her body. I shouldered apart her toned thighs and drew in the aroma of her moist pussy.

I delved into her with the tip of my tongue. Her body wriggled excitedly. I thought of what George had said about Lenore’s pussy tasting like nectar. If asked, I’d probably say the same about Suzi’s. I savored her unique flavor. I licked her slit up and down. Her golden bush tickled my nose. Suddenly, fingers wound into my hair, and Suzi began jamming herself hard against my mouth. Her stockinged legs clamped my shoulders.

“Yeah! Eat that cunt, Jay!”

Cunt isn’t a word Asha uses often, so I was shocked by Suzi’s language. She ground against my face and poured her honey into my eager mouth as she climaxed. I lifted my head, panting.

She sat up, then lunged at me and licked my face clean. “Now I want to taste that cock of yours!”

Again, she was using new vocabulary for me. I happily lay back while Suzi knelt between my knees. I watched her eyes sparkle as she lowered her head. She took gentle hold of the base of my staff, then waggled me back and forth across her parted lips. Now and then her tongue darted out to flick my tip, which made sharp pleasures jolt through me. Her thumbnail traced the underside of my shaft in a hypnotic rhythm.

This wasn’t how Asha blows me, but that was the whole point. We were looking for variety. I wondered if she was finding some of the particulars of sex with George unfamiliar and adventuresome. The thought didn’t make me jealous, which was a relief. I only hoped she was having as much fun as I was.

Suzi closed her lips around my cockhead and started sucking her way down my shaft. Her forehead butted my tight abdomen as she deep-throated me; her tongue eeled all over my throbbing pole.

Remembering how vocal she’d been earlier, I decided to say, “Yeah, suck that cock, Suzi!” I was immediately rewarded with a hum-jobbing growl from deep in her throat, which sent a buzzing thrill throughout my whole body.

She lifted her mouth, then plunged back down, falling into a nice cocksucking rhythm. Her hand slipped from the base of my staff to fondle my balls. I called out more encouragements. The stimulation was intense. She kept up a solid suction, and her teeth never grazed me. Her eyes were hot, and her cheeks flattened in around me when her head rose.

At last, I had to pull her mouth off me before I spunked. I had the feeling she wouldn’t have minded drinking my load, but I desperately wanted to plow her pussy.

Instead of lying back again, Suzi got on her hands and knees and grinned devilishly at me over her shoulder. She still had on her stockings and black high heels, but her hair was in sweaty disarray.

“Put that big dick in me!” she demanded. “Fuck me good!”

I eagerly knelt behind the taut hemispheres of her ass. What we had done up until now had been sublime. It had also certainly violated the restrictions of most marriages. But this was the ultimate line. Once I put my cock in Suzi’s pussy, things were very much for real.

She sensed something, and the grin softened on her pretty face. In a hoarse voice she asked, “Having second thoughts, Jay?”

I knew from her tone that she wouldn’t be angry if I quit this right now. I thought that quite considerate of her. I said, “I only hope your husband gives my wife as good a fucking as you’re going to get.” She laughed gleefully and wiggled her ass at me.

I jammed my cock into her dripping slit, and she moaned happily. She bucked like a wild beast as I started stroking in and out of her snug tunnel. Her tight heat enclosed me. I gripped her hips, thrusting myself in deep. Her whole body flexed beautifully. I didn’t have to wonder if she was liking this.

Her blonde head whipped from side to side as she quaked her way through an orgasm. In fact, she heaved and rocked so drastically we became disconnected. As I hurried to get myself back into her, she gave me another fiendish look over her shoulder and said, “You don’t have to be too particular about which hole you want to fuck.”

I gaped at her. My cock was twitching, telegraphing what it wanted. Asha was open to anal sex, but somehow we didn’t get around to it as often as we used to. Maybe five years of marriage had taken the tiniest bit of edge off our sex life. Maybe this — being a swinger — was a great way to keep sex lively.

With my cockhead already slicked up with Suzi’s juices, I fitted the knob to her nether hole. I slipped easily inside, which made me think George, and probably Cole, too, gave her regular ass-fuckings. She obviously relished the penetration. She threw her head back as I sank deep into her dark channel. I shifted on the bed, easily accommodating the new angle.

I went slowly at first, but soon realized Suzi had no patience for that. She shoved herself back onto me, with more wonderfully obscene commentary, “Fuck my ass hard!”

So I obliged the lady. I mean, it was the neighborly thing to do.

I pounded her ass, excitement propelling me faster and faster. Our flesh smacked together. My balls spanked her slit. Her grip on me was awesome.

She shook again, a deep tremor that seemed to begin in her bones, then flashed out across her lovely body. She thrashed under me. One of her high heels went flying off. I heard it thump the bedroom wall. Her hole clenched me mercilessly.

Her orgasm seized hold of me and dragged me along. I felt the come boil in my balls, then I gave her my first thick jet of cream. Excitement ripped through me with traumatic force. I cried out, words that shot past my lips without consulting my brain. I told her how good it was, how fine it felt, how tight her ass was.

I rode that sexual rapture until the pleasure peaked and gradually started to fade. Eventually, spent and blissful, I disengaged and lay down beside her damp, limp body.

Later, we talked, and I thanked her. Much later, I regrouped with Asha. She’d had a similarly enchanting time and was happy we’d done this. A few nights after that we all met up, us and George and Suzi, and Cole and Lenore, and I learned that Lenore wanted to go to bed with both me and Asha. My wife and I exchanged knowing glances. It sounded like an excellent arrangement.