My husband and I were, admittedly, pretty smug about our marriage. We had it good — better than just about every other couple we knew. It wasn’t that we’d discovered the magic secret to a successful relationship — unless it was this: We hadn’t brought any bullshit into our union.

From the get-go, Gary and I didn’t lie to each other because there was nothing to gain from it. We spent time together because we genuinely liked each other’s company. The sex was outstanding, and we easily avoided jealousy.

The only other marrieds we knew who seemed to have the same good thing going were Tad and Gwen. They were a couple years younger than us and our dearest friends. But one evening, Gary said, “Tad’s driving me crazy at work!”

I set down my book. We were lying on our bed.

“Is it Gwen being gone?” I asked. I knew Gwen was on an overseas assignment and wouldn’t be back for another week.

“Yes! He’s climbing the walls. Misses her so bad.”

“Is it Gwen he misses — or just sex?”

Gary gave me a sharp look, then realized I was making a joke and chuckled. 

“Well, you know he loves Gwen. But I bet lack of pussy is a factor.” I mused for a moment and said aloud,

“There’s a solution to that.” “What’re you smirking about?” my husband asked. Then it hit him. I could tell by the look on his face. “You mean that night when we all had a little too much to drink and Tad said, he said — ” “He said we should swap sometime.” I remembered Tad saying it, how we’d all frozen — not with disgust but with a shared unspoken excitement. What if we did that? But after the boozy bubble of the moment had burst, we’d all been too timid to bring it up again.

“He did say that,” Gary murmured, 

sitting up with his eyes bright.

My pulse jumped, and my skin was tingling.

“I know for a fact Gwen was hot for the idea,” I shared. Gary looked shocked — and excited. I continued, “She confessed it to me a few days later. She has the hots for you, you know.”

He actually blushed, which was adorable.

“Let’s concentrate on Tad for now,” Gary suggested. “You’re really up for this? ’Cause I’m fine with it. Frankly, it’s a turn-on. You think I should talk to him at work?”

“No. Let’s invite him over tomorrow night. Remember, he might not want to do this.”

All of a sudden, Gary’s eyes were roving my body and my nightgown felt suffocating.

“If he doesn’t want to do you, he’s a dumbass,” Gary said, his voice coming as a deep rumble.

In seconds, we’d each stripped and were rolling around and grappling and groping each other. I cried out when he jammed his hard cock inside me. I had images of Tad in my head, and I hoped Gary was thinking of Gwen.

We made ferocious love as dawn edged inevitably toward us.

Tad showed up the next evening. I poured him a drink, a weak one. I didn’t want him wasted. Seeing me as a fresh audience for his woes, he immediately, started in about missing Gwen. We sat in the living room, and I put my hand on his knee to stop him.

“Tad, I’m going to remind you of something you said once when we were all together. Then I’m going to ask you if you were serious about it. Then I’m going to propose we do something about it. OK?”

He looked perplexed. Gary got up and wandered away for a bit. I could tell his cock was halfway hard in his slacks. So I said everything to Tad. He appeared as stunned as Gary had been the night before. He also looked flushed, but he was so damn handsome. I noticed, too, the swelling at his crotch.

Bingo. He would be mine.

“Now,” I said, setting aside my own untouched drink, “you probably want to talk to Gwen first.”

“Don’t need to.” His voice was husky. 

“Jesus, Janelle, if you knew how often we’d talked about this.”

His gaze snapped toward Gary as if he just remembered I was married.

Gary smiled and held up his hands as he assured our guest, “You’ve got my blessing, you two. Have fun.”

He backed out of the living room, and a moment later, we heard the front door open and close as Gary left to give us some privacy.

Filled with anticipation, I took Tad’s hand and led him to the bedroom.

We stood in the middle of the floor.

I stepped up to him and put my hands on his shoulders. I felt him trembling. But when I leaned in to kiss him, he responded wholeheartedly. His mouth mashed against mine, and in seconds our tongues were tangling furiously.

Warmth flared through me, and my pussy slickened. I pressed against him, shamelessly grinding on his groin. He was rock-hard. He started randomly plucking at my clothes, like he was too excited to figure out how to undress me quickly. I tore him out of his jacket and shirt. I ran my hands over his pecs as he squeezed my breasts.

Finally, we got ourselves entirely stripped. He was practically panting as I guided him onto the bed. I realized he was in a state of hyperarousal. I wondered if he was going to shoot off the instant I touched his cock.

But I pushed my friend onto his back and knelt quickly between his legs. I looked up, met his fevered gaze and said, “Unload in my mouth, Tad.”

I dropped my lips down his shaft,

swallowing him whole. A raw cry tore 

from his throat. He really must have been missing Gwen — or maybe it was the excitement of being with me.

It only took half a minute of sucking before he was clawing the bed on either side of him and blowing his load of hot come. I swallowed every spurt, savoring his novel flavor.

Once he regained some composure, he sheepishly said, “Sorry.”

“Don’t you dare be,” I told him as I lay back and spread my legs. “You want a taste of me?”

Eagerly, he took his place between my thighs. His eyes gleamed as he lowered his mouth to my cunt. I felt his warm breath, right before his flicking tongue.

Pleasure electrified my body. I spread my legs further and thrust my mound against his open mouth. He licked me diligently, lavishing my outer lips with attention before delving between them. I hoped he liked the flavor of my juices as much as I’d enjoyed his jizz because I was already streaming.

Tad’s tongue drove deeper. I lifted my ass off the bed and fairly ground myself against his face. He ate me harder, his tongue tip zapping my clit like a lightning bolt. The contact made me squeal. He was wonderfully relentless, coaxing and teasing my still-swelling love bud. When he managed to graze his front teeth gently across my nub, I yelped and came hard. I closed my thighs around his face and humped violently on his mouth until the last spasms rattled through me.

When he sat up with his chin shining,

I saw his cock was fully erect again.

I lunged at him, shoving him onto his back. He gripped my hips as I lowered my cunt onto his staff.

His cock felt so good going up inside me. I relished every penetrating inch. Finally, I’d impaled myself fully on him. I planted my knees, bracing my hands on his chest, and started riding him.

I moved slowly at first, nice easy ups and downs. My pussy had a firm grip as my juices continued to flow. A haze of bliss rose around us. I was losing myself in a leisurely erotic wonderland.

After a few minutes, though, things kicked into higher gear. I don’t even know who instigated it, but soon I was bouncing on him faster and faster. Tad thrust up into me, grunting each time. 

His fingers dug into my hip bones, and he rocked violently. I slammed down on him, taking him all the way with each plunge. His cream’s flavor still coated my tongue, and I anticipated him shooting off another load inside my pussy. Heat gushed through me, and perspiration made our bodies gleam. Rapture overtook me, and my head swam, and before long, a fierce climax was turning me inside out. The pleasure was intense, touching my every nerve. For a few breathless seconds, I wasn’t sure if Tad had come with me.

But he hadn’t — not yet. He’d held on to his second load after shooting his first so quickly.

When I found myself tipping sideways,

Tad caught me and turned me over, handling me like a limp rag doll.

I ended up on my hands and knees with Tad behind me, his flesh radiating heat that I felt on the backs of my thighs and against the globes of my ass.

“Gwen always said if I ever got to fuck you, to do you doggy-style,” he said. The fact that they’d had that discussion sent a shiver through me.

Then Todd was slotting into me from behind. My head cleared as a fresh surge of ecstasy flooded through my being. Tad speared me with his first thrust, driving himself balls-deep, and I released a ragged cry. With the new angle, he plunged even farther into me. Tad settled quickly into an intense rhythm of fucking. I heard and felt his balls spanking my ass.

I had fantasized about this. I’ll admit it.

Ever since the night Tad had mentioned swapping, this very scenario had come into my head again and again. I had wanted this sexy stud.

But all that dreaming suddenly became a writhing, erotic reality. Tad was fucking me like a beast, pounding into me as snarls of happiness escaped his throat with every hammering thrust. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder, wanting to see him in full gallop.

He was beautiful, his muscles flowing, his whole being set to driving pleasure into me and taking it for himself. We were in perfect sync.

The pleasure climbed and climbed. I sensed a titanic orgasm swooping toward me. The intensity of foreshadowed ecstasy was almost frightening. My breath was raw in my throat. A bead of sweat rolled down to the tip of my nose.

“Are — you — ready — for — it?” Tad panted. “Yes!” I shrieked.

He pounded twice more, then his second load erupted. I felt it release deep within me, a torrent of male juice and all the pent-up lust of his days away from his wife. My climax was like being taken up in a cyclone, spun dizzily, then gently set back to earth.

We fell together, nuzzling lazily.

“When Gwen gets back… ” he murmured.

“… Gary would love to fuck her,” I finished. Then I added, “Maybe, eventually, we could all get together. A fun fourway. I think Gwen’s super-hot. What do you think, Tad?”

“Sounds like a date!”