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First Swap
First Swap I was young and naïve. Even though we had been married for seven years and now had two , I had spent much of that time working like a crazy man to finish school and get a career established. We were now getting ready to move into our first house. Graduation from night school was in sight. Life was good, or so I thought. My 30th birthday was fast approaching and Susan said she was just planning a small party with our best friends, which was fine with me. Steve and Jill were the same age as us and fun to be around. Jill and Susan worked together and had become best friends. Susan asked, “Do you mind if I invite another couple? Someone I work with and her husband. I think you will like her…I mean them.” “Sure, why not?” I replied, wondering what these three women who work together had cooked up. “And, let’s do your birthday on Saturday,” she suggested. When Saturday came, I was surprised to find that Susan had taken the to stay with their friends for an overnight. The apartment was, for once, orderly and quiet with the gone. Soon our guests arrived, first Jill and Steve, then Joyce and Jim. Jim was a well built, but looked a little nerdy with thick glasses. He was probably another engineer, just like Steve and I. Joyce was an angel. Blonde, blue eyed and with the body of a beauty contestant. We shared small talk over drinks and soon realized that we were running out of ice. I volunteered to go get some, but since Joyce and Jim were last to arrive, their car was last in the driveway and the most convenient. “I’ll drive,” said Joyce. Soon we were in the car together, she driving and me giving directions and checking out her profile, which was amazing. If a statue of a goddess had come to life, it would have been Joyce. She had a perfect face, smooth porcelain skin and pouty red lips. Her breasts were firm and full and pushing out from under her sweater. It was a little chilly this time of year, but she dressed sexy with a short skirt anyway, which showed off her great legs and cute little ass. We talked a little about her work and other safe subjects. Suddenly she turned to me and said “So, am I your birthday present?” I did not know what to say. I am sure I sputtered something like “Uh…maybe…I hope so…that would be nice”. OK, I’m an idiot. We arrived at the store just in time to rescue my rapidly declining image as a smooth operator. I popped out of the car and bought the ice, thankful for an opportunity to clear my head and get my bearings. Joyce stayed in the car, motor running. Hers and mine. I returned with the ice but instead of driving back onto the street, she pulled behind the store. The loading zone was dark and deserted. She pulled the car into a loading bay, where it could not be seen from the street. That’s when she said, “so, are you going to kiss me or what?” She did not need to ask twice. I leaned over and put one hand behind her head, while the other found one of those perky pear shaped breasts. At the same moment our lips met. It may have been the best kiss I ever experienced before or after. Tender but firm, mouth a little open, darting tongue playing with mine just running lightly across my lips. She smelled as good as she looked, like a bowl of jasmine and rose petals. I breathed her in deeply and massaged her firm breasts from outside her soft sweater. She leaned forward and I slipped my arm behind her back and undid her bra, while my other hand caressed her flat stomach and slowly headed north. It was not long until I had my hand on one of those perfect breasts. It was just big enough to fill my whole hand. I could feel her nipple growing harder against my palm as I gently squeezed that ripe fruit. Her kiss grew more urgent and I could hear her breathing deeper as she pressed closer. I slid my hand back down to her stomach, then farther down across her skirt. She leaned into me and my hand did not need to move very much until I could feel the round of her tight little ass. I squeezed her ass with one hand and caressed her neck with the other. Her breathing grew deeper and faster as my hand glided down the back of her silky smooth legs. I stopped at the back of the knee, then made my way up the front of her thigh. She sat back a little, just enough for her legs to open. I could feel the wetness and warmth of her pussy as I gently rubbed it through her panties. All the while that wonderful kiss continued. Joyce offered no resistance as I slipped my hand under her panties and inserted my finger into her wet pussy. She moaned and her tongue penetrated my mouth deeper, darting in and out much faster. I shifted my hand to penetrate her wet pussy as deep as possible, then curved my finger into her G spot. She came with a jolt and a spasm, bucking wildly against my hand, breathing heavily, her tongue darting in and out in time with her hips. It lasted for more than minute, then slowly subsided. I was so caught up in her orgasm that I barely noticed her hand on my crotch. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel her hand stroking my cock, guiding it into her dripping wet pussy, but instead she broke the kiss and said “They may be wondering what happened to us. We better get back.” And so we did, returning to the party with a melting bag of ice, a sheepish look on my face, and Joyce’s clothes and makeup slightly askew from her usual perfection. I grilled the steaks and we shared more small talk over dinner. After dinner someone suggested we play charades. We drew names from a bowl to pick sides. I palmed the slip of paper with Joyce’s name to make sure we were always on the same team. I do not think anyone noticed this fantastic coincidence. After a few round of charades, Jill and Steve announced that they had to go. We said our goodbyes and since they were each on opposite teams, we kept the same partners, Susan and Jim on one team, Joyce and I on the other. Each team would go to a separate room to think of titles or phrases that the other team would need to act out, but this time without a chaperone. Joyce and I choose the bedroom. We closed the door, but did not turn on the light. Instead, we kissed again and groped at each other wildly, my hands moving across her body, tits, ass, pussy and back again around the circuit. She ran her hands up and down my body too, then settled at my crotch where she squeezed my dick through my pants. I felt her unbuckle me and wondered if we would be missed as she lowered my zipper. But, from under the door, I saw the light go out in the parlor. I felt her soft hand caress my hard-on and gently massage my balls. I slipped my hands back under her skirt and pulled her panties down past her tight ass. They fell to her feet and she stepped out of them, standing with her shapely legs slightly apart. I unzipped her shirt and it fell to the floor. She still had her heels on and they made her ass and legs look taunt. I inserted two fingers this time and by now she was wet and ready. She held my stiff cock in her hand and began to stroke it. I pushed her to the edge of the bed and sat her down, stepped out of my pants, kneeled at the foot of the bed and began to eat her out. I could feel her hard little clit on my tongue and played with it in my mouth, while Joyce laid back. My tongue continued to tickle her clit as I reached both hands up to cup her breasts. I mover her sweater and bra up to clear the way and I could feel her shift a little to shed both garmets. Now she was fully naked, except for her stockings and heels hanging over the edge of the bed. My head was between her legs and my hands were on those perfect pears. She tried to arch her hips and press her pussy up against my mouth, but had no leverage with her feet dangling. She shifted a little and lifted both feet to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. I moved my hands down and felt the smoothness of her stockings. Now she could arch her tiny hips and press against my mouth. I placed my mouth over her clit and sucked it hard. She drew in a big gulp of air and held her breath. But this time I wanted to feel her come on my cock. I stopped sucking her clit and felt her let her breath out slowly, but with a sweet little moan along the way. I stripped off my shirt and socks, and stood looking down on this beautiful angel who was spread open for me on my bed. My cock was rock hard and my balls ached with desire. She smiled sweetly and her eyes sparkled in the dark as I entered her. She closed her eyes and pressed her head back. I could feel the soft warmth of her pussy as it closed in around my cock. I went deep inside of her, holding one ass cheek in each hand to pull her close. I held still for just a moment, fully enjoying the feel of her from the tip of my cock all of the way to the base. Then I began to slowly pull back and push in, one stroke each second, not any faster, but with deep thrusts going nearly out of her pussy on the back stroke to a full penetration when back in. I felt her quiver at every stroke, pushing hard against me as if trying for just another millimeter more each time. Her breathing and mine were fully in sync. Her kisses became deeper too, matching each of my thrusts. I held the pace, slow and steady, but could not stop our increasing pants as each of us felt the growing pressure begin to build. Then I held my thrust in, just when Joyce expected me to pull back. This unleashed something deep inside her, as she stroked against me several times, breaking the pattern. I increased my speed, but only by a little every few minutes. I could feel that she was on the edge and so was I. Finally, I could not hold back. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and felt her wet pussy tighten around me. Now I was thrusting rapidly. I could hear my balls slap against her ass. Her moans began to change into a verbal exclamation point, as she matched me thrust for thrust. I could feel my explosion start to build, going faster still with a final hard push at the end of each stroke. She wrapped her legs around the small of my back, stockings and heels still in place and squeezed me hard between her thighs as her release began. I started to come, and my groans of pleasure must have been infectious because her cries of passion also became louder as she thrust against me. We each reached our peak, wildly going at each other, her juices mixing with my come, hip to hip and lip to lip. I felt a final squirt travel up and out. I held still while Joyce pumped against me until she was fully spent. I rolled over quickly, still inside her, but not wanting to become dead weight on top. She lay on top of me, light as a feather, breathless and sweating for several minutes, her head resting on my chest. I felt myself start to shrivel and tried to fight it, because I did not want this to end. But, we could hear our spouses stirring in the other room and began to feel self conscious. We all know what just happened and we assumed that the same thing had happened in the other room. I found some towels and we wiped off and quickly dressed. It was time for the moment of truth. We walked out of the bedroom. Jim’s glasses were off and he had a stupid grin on his face. Susan’ sweater was on backward, tag side out. I said, “Well, we have our phrases ready, how about you?” Susan replied, “It was supposed to be movie titles, birthday boy.” “Oh,” I exclaimed, “I guess we better go back and try again.” |
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nice job by a busy articulate man.
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