Story 2
Summary:
Mark and Laura, mid-twenties, married couple. Laura is excited about her husband meeting her new boss. He isn't so keen - until he sees the boss' wife!
Pete and Holly, forty-years-old. Pete wants to get to know Laura better - and his wife decides that she should get to know Mark better at the same time.
Wife swap, titty fucking, sixty-nine, oral, blow jobs, fingering, pussy licking, jerk off.
Mark still had some serious doubts about what he was doing this evening.
He looked up at the clock and sighed to himself.
The time till the cab arrived was drawing closer and closer.
He kept hoping that time would slow down, but all that it seemed to be doing was speeding up.
He also kept hoping that something might happen that would lead to this whole evening getting canceled, but it didn't seem as though there was any reprieve coming his way, no matter how much he might have hoped for it.
He turned on the TV for a moment. He wasn’t really sure why. He turned it off again.
It seemed as though Laura, his wife, had heard him turning on the TV.
She came out of the bedroom and gave him a stern look.
Even when she looked disapproving, she was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
There was certainly no denying that, he thought to himself, and perhaps that was the only reason he was letting her drag him out to this dinner which he had no interest in going to, and which he'd had some serious misgivings about so far.
“What are you up to?” she asked him, with her hands on her hips, “We don’t have time for you to just sit around watching TV, you know.”
“I know, I know,” he said, “look, I’ve already turned it off. I was just bored, waiting for you to get ready. That’s all.”
“Well, there’s no need for you to be bored anymore. I’m pretty much ready to go.”
He took a look at her, and he had to admit that he was impressed with what he saw.
She was wearing a tight black dress that showed off the curves of her hips, and her full, ripe, breasts, and was also short enough that it let her have plenty of her long legs on display.
She had her auburn hair loose, cascading down her back, and her makeup highlighted her smoldering green eyes, her great bone structure, and her gorgeous, full, lips.
They were both in their late twenties, and they had been married for a couple of years at this point. They'd dated for about three years before that. Even now, even after five years, he was still surprised by just how sexy he always thought she was.
When she looked at him, he knew that she felt the same way about him as well.
He still went to the gym just as regularly as he always had done, and he still had the same lean, muscular, physique that she had always liked to run her hands over when they’d been in the throes of passion.
He had short, dark, hair, deeply tanned skin, and classically handsome features. He kept himself well-groomed, which was another aspect of taking care of his physical appearance. On this evening, he was wearing a smart shirt and pants. The shirt was close-fitting, showing off his strong upper body.
“You really don’t look happy about this,” Laura said to him. It was true - while he wanted to be supportive of her new job, the idea of going to dinner at her boss’ house really didn’t appeal to him too much, and it certainly wasn’t how he dreamed of spending a Friday evening.
However, Laura had been insistent.
“Just wait till you meet Rob,” she’d said to him, “I know that you’ll get on with him. And he tells me that his wife is very nice.”
"Well, of course. He would say that wouldn't he? She's his wife, after all. I mean, what am I going to say if someone asks me about my wife? I'm not going to tell them that she drags me along to these awful dinners with her boss, am I? No, I'll tell them that she's wonderful."
She’d just got home from work when this conversation had taken place, and she’d just dropped the bombshell that she wanted him to come along to this dinner.
She was wearing a tight blouse that clung to her gorgeous breasts and a smart skirt that stopped just below her knees. She came over to him when he said this and sat down on his lap.
“Well,” she said, “I am wonderful, aren’t I?”
He could smell her perfume and could feel the weight of her sexy body on his lap. She put her arms around his shoulders, and he put his arms around her waist.
“You’re OK, I guess,” he said, trying to sound as noncommittal as he possibly could. But she wasn’t to be discouraged from this line of conversation.
"I am wonderful, sexy, and gorgeous, and everything that you could ever, possibly, want."
As she said all of this, she leaned in closer to him, till their faces were almost touching. He could feel her warm breath on his face as she said those last words.
He couldn’t resist her. He never could. He hadn’t been able to resist her from the moment he had met her, and even now after they had married the feeling was still there, still the same.
He leaned in and kissed her.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
“Like I say,” he said, teasing her, “You’re OK.”
She smirked at him.
“Maybe it’s time I showed you just how OK I really am, eh?”
And then, suddenly, she was straddling him, kissing him. Her skirt was pushed right up, exposing her gorgeous thighs, and he couldn’t possibly resist her.
He grabbed hold of her thighs, squeezed them, and stroked them. He slid his hands up and grabbed her ass through her tight, black, panties.
She was kissing him, and undoing his shirt at the same time.
Then, her hands were all over his body. She was kissing his throat, and then she bent down to kiss his body.
She licked it, and then she bit him. She bit him hard enough to take him by surprise.
He let out a hiss, and she raised her face, giving him a wicked smile.
Well, he thought to himself, two can play that game.
He reached behind her head and grabbed a clump of her hair. He gave it a pull - hard enough to make her gasp, yanking her head to one side.
Then, he kissed her throat.
One of his hands went up her body and grabbed one of her breasts through her bra.
He began undoing the buttons, fumbling with them in his hurry to get them undone as quickly as possible.
He got her blouse undone and he pushed his face down between her breasts, his hands going to each breast and squeezing them through her bra, pushing them together on his face.
One of his hands reached around behind her and undid her bra. He pushed her blouse off, pushed her bra off, and then his hands were on her breasts with nothing in the way anymore, nothing between his hands and their sweet softness.
One of his hands went to her stomach as he sucked on her breasts. She was moaning now, grinding her crotch against his crotch.
He could hear her heavy breathing as he played with her breasts.
She grabbed his face and turned it up to look at her.
“I’m a bit more than OK now, aren’t I?” she said, breathlessly.
“The jury is still out,” he said, with a smirk.
But they both knew that he thought that she certainly was a lot more than just OK now.
The way that his cock had grown hard and was pushing at her crotch as she rubbed against his pants, the way that his mouth sucked on her breasts, these told her that she was much more than just OK, that she was everything that he wanted.
She smirked at him. She knew just what he wanted, and she was going to give it to him.
She undid his pants and pulled his cock out. She played with it while one of his hands rubbed at her pussy through her panties.
Then, she climbed off him. She went to her knees on the couch and bent down to suck on his cock.
He leaned back, breathing heavily, as she sucked on his cock. He reached down and grabbed one of her breasts squeezing it.
Soon enough, she decided that it was time. She slipped her panties off and climbed on top of him, riding him hard, her breasts pushed in his face, till he came.
Later on, when she was in the shower, he surprised her by coming in naked, his cock stiff, and pushing her up against the shower wall from behind, his cock rubbing against her ass.
He reached around and grabbed one of her breasts, then he ran his hand down to her pussy.
He began to rub at her, hearing her moan.
Then, he turned her around and dropped to his knees.
“Your turn now,” he told her, and then he was licking at her pussy, making her moan even louder.
When her pussy was wet and ready for him, he brought her out of the shower and pushed her up against the sink, facing it with her hands on it. She looked at her reflection, at him behind her, as he slid into her from behind.
She watched him fucking her, watched her expression, and saw the pleasure that he was giving her, and it somehow made the experience even more amazing than it would have normally been to have him inside her like this.
She loved the sight of her breasts bouncing with every thrust of his cock into her.
Then, finally, he came inside her again. She turned around and kissed him, their naked bodies coming together, feeling his cock - wet with her juices, with his cum, pushing against her body. It was wonderful.
This had been far from unusual for them.
This was how their sex life was - spontaneous, wild, passionate - and it had been like that ever since they had first met.
They had both wondered what it would be like after they had married - would things slow down?
Would they lose some of that passion? But it hadn't been like that at all.
In fact, things had got even better since their marriage.
They were both always looking for new ways to spice things up, new ways to excite one another. They both wanted to keep the passion going and so far they had managed it.
Mark had noticed that since Laura had started her new job she had often come home even more excited, even more filled with lust and ready for fun, than was usual for her.
He had sometimes wondered what could be the cause of this - was she just happy in her work?
Excited by it? Or had she maybe missed him while she had been at the office?