Unintentional Swingers
Hannah and I had talked many times about swinging but the conversations were mostly bedroom fantasy. Surely my wife would never do anything like that, after all our marriage was happy and our sex life was satisfying. So I just wrote the whole thing off as pillow talk. I wasn’t sure I would be comfortable swinging, but it was fun to talk about.
Then a couple moved in next door, Catherine and Kurt, who were both built like Greek statues. They were so attractive my wife actually commented on it. The four of us became friends, hanging out on a regular basis. As the friendship grew my wife started talking about swinging with Kurt and Catherine, our pillow talk had become uncomfortably specific.
Despite my reservations, one night my wife invited them over for dinner. When they arrived she answered the door dressed in her sexiest little, black dress with her hair and makeup well done. Kurt and Catherine were also well dressed, everyone looked ready to go to the Ritz even though we were all staying in.
Throughout dinner it was clear that Hannah’s mind was focused on our swinging fantasy, but I didn’t know if our neighbors were aware or if I was willing. Wine flowed, food disappeared, the conversation was amusing, and we found ourselves speaking about trivial things. Hannah asked Kurt, “Want a tour of the house?”
“Sure”, he replied as my wife took him by the hand and they walked out of the room.
Catherine and I were left sitting there, silence hanging between us. Searching for something to say I blurted, “Guess we should take these into the kitchen”, and I grabbed up a handful of dishes. Seemingly reluctant she also picked up some dishes and followed me into the kitchen. We stood there talking, the kitchen island between us, and despite how great she looked I couldn’t bring myself to move the conversation past anything mundane.
Meanwhile my wife lead Kurt upstairs and directly to the bedroom. There were no misconceptions about her intentions. Once inside the bedroom Hannah shut the door behind them and led him to the bed. He didn’t resist as she pushed him onto the bed and undid his pants. As she freed his dick and stoked it she said, “Your cock is bigger than I imagined”.
Before he could respond she wrapped her mouth around his cock and started sucking up and down his shaft. Kurt laid back on the bed and moaned as my wife blew him. After a minute he sat up and roamed his hands over her, feeling her up through her dress. Without taking her mouth off his manhood she wiggle the top of her dress down to free her breasts giving his more access to her body.
He eagerly fondled her breasts while my wife climbed up onto the bed adjacent to Kurt. Hannah pulled her dress up past her hips and straddled our neighbor’s face. Hooking a finger inside her thong he tugged it aside and dug his tongue into her pussy. She bent forward to suck his cock again.
They stayed in the sixty-nine position until Kurt made my wife cum using his hands and tongue to probe her pussy and ass. Hannah sucked his dick deep into her throat and held him there as she rocked her hips back and forth on his face. Her tits pressed against his body as the moans slipped past her lips and around his shaft.
After her orgasm left her she moved her pussy from our neighbor’s face to his dick. With one hand on his chest she balanced herself while using her other hand to wiggle his cock head back and forth against her clit. The excitement was growing to be more than they could take and he grabbed her hips and pulled him down onto her.
One long thrust and he was completely inside, her pussy lips spread around his shaft and gently teasing his balls at the base of his shaft. They started pounding their bodies against each other, her tits bouncing wildly as they both moaned in delight. Hannah quickly had another orgasm grinding herself down onto Kurt’s thick cock, rocking her hips back and forth.
“Deeper… please, deeper”, my wife whimpered. Kurt rolled my wife over and placed himself atop her. They kissed deep and with great passion as he slid himself back inside her pink pussy. Then he leaned back, and while holding himself inside her, slid his arms under Hannah’s knees and lifted her legs into the air.
Leaning forward positioned him perfectly to fuck down into my wife’s willing pussy. He fucked her with so much force she had to brace herself against the headboard. The bed shook, he moaned, her tits bounced, their hips slapped, and she practically screamed with pleasure for countless minutes.
“Yes! Fuck me hard!”, Hannah demanded, “Hard and deep!” And Kurt obeyed picking up his pace causing her to start cumming again. My wife’s pleasure poured from her mouth in an avalanche of profanity. The headboard smacked into the wall a dozen times before he started cumming.
Meanwhile on the opposite side of the house Catherine and I were still standing in the kitchen, the dishes on the counter around us, as we talked about work and some of the latest developments in the neighborhood. The mundane conversation was boring, but constant. I thought I heard a noise from upstairs, but before I could excuse myself from the conversation to investigate Kurt came into the kitchen.
His clothes were a bit disheveled and he seemed flush, but was smiling. "Hi honey", he kissed his wife on the cheek. "What have you two been doing?“
"Nothing, just talking”, she gave him a disappointed look. "Can we go home now?“, Catherine asked. With a nod they said goodnight and I walked them out. My wife was still missing, so I went upstairs to find her.
Hannah was laid out on our bed, dress around her waist, stockings twisted, panties missing, tits exposed, and blissfully oblivious to my presence. The cum leaking out of her red, swollen pussy the last bit of proof to tell me what had happened.