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My wife was dressed waaay too hot for just a road trip. Her shelf bra thrust her very large nipples forward underneath a black sheer sparkly blouse. Only a sweater covering her arms and shoulders, and pulled in around her waist, hid things from the kids who were riding in the back seat, watching videos and occasionally giggling to each other.Normally, she was self-conscious about the size of her nipples and didn’t want me to see them. Today, she seemed fascinated at how her outfit gathered her breasts and steered them forward and up. She kept looking down at them. So did I.“Look out!” she screamed. I looked up and swerved off the road to avoid rear-ending a truck that had slowed down in front of me. My adrenaline shot up through the top of my head. I’d been looking down at her nipples, thick and poking at the blouse fabric like little fingertips, and had paid no attention to the traffic in front of me. Those poky tips were magnetic for the eyes of a sex-deprived guy like me. And, I’d almost crashed obsessing over them.We were on the way to visit Jo and Neal, some friends of ours who had moved and settled in a new place a few hours away. We had known them from our neighborhood. But we hadn’t known them as well before as we were about to now. Actually, they were mainly my wife’s friends. Allie, my wife, and Jo were fast friends who talked constantly and shared everything with each other about their lives, including that Jo and Neal were into swinging, that Jo could never get enough sex – but was really picky about who she swung with – and that Neal, though I found this hard to believe, could stay hard after coming and come again right away. Allie loved their friendship and missed Jo when she moved. “There’s no one else here I can talk to like that,” she’d complain. And, almost a year later, here we were on the way to their house in the next state over. She and Jo had talked before about which couples they knew who they’d want to swap with. I learned that Neal would have loved to fuck my wife, but they wouldn’t swing with us because Jo wasn’t the least bit interested in me. Allie had no hesitation telling me this. She explained that Jo was turned off after hearing about my smaller than average penis. And other things about my performance, too, that were not complimentary. But Allie admitted she was as excited about Neal as he was about her.When the idea of visiting them had first come up, we hadn’t talked about swapping. But Allie had mentioned she’d like to spend some time giving a massage to Neal. “You know,” she’d started, “Jo said Neal’s back really needs some work, and I think I’ll give him a massage when we’re there.” Allie was a body-work practitioner.“Fine,” I’d said. She was closer to both of them than I was.Then it was, “Neal wants to give me a massage too, in return.” “Fine,” I’d said. He wanted to show his thanks. Finally, it was, “You’re ok if it’s an erotic massage, aren’t you?” Was I? I never said no to her.Plus, she was so warm when she said it. And had her hand right under my balls. If it made her happy, great. And it turned me on tremendously thinking about Neal touching her body all over.From there, it gradually dawned on me that we were going to visit Jo and Neal so that Allie could fuck him all weekend. At first, I assumed that if there was to going to be swapping that I’d be joining in, but she never actually said that was the plan.“You’re so good to agree to this,” she said to me, smiling. When she smiled at me like that, teasing, knowing that I’d agree to anything she wanted, it had an effect. My insides warmed up instantly. Plus, the fantasy of her getting another guy excited, so excited he couldn’t do anything but fuck her hard until he came while completely under her power, a guy with real sexual chops, sent off fireworks inside me. I was so lucky to be married to her.Allie was voracious and I’d never been able to satisfy her completely. My efforts at sex usually resulted in her being dismissive with me after I’d come and then pulling out her vibrator to make herself come while lying next to me in bed – with her eyes closed and just into herself. That satisfied her! “But I love you, anyway,” she would say later if the topic of sex came up between us. “You’re so gentle with the kids.”I knew that if she ever got restless, there’d be no stopping her from fucking other guys. And no stopping them from hitting on her, either. She was hotter than every other mom her age whom I knew. Dirty blonde hair, slim, nice tits, and a smile that had more energy than a power plant. Ever since she’d made it clear she wanted to fuck Neal, I had thought of nothing else. The İstanbul Escort image of her being pounded by a man who could really fuck would release the energy in her I knew was there and that I’d never been able to bring out myself. I drove for at least another half hour before the adrenaline came back down – with my eyes on the road.Then she said, “I’m ovulating, you know.” I swallowed hard. We hadn’t talked about protection. I assumed she would use it. She had joked about how fun it was going to be to have a really big cock like Neal’s sliding around inside her. But now she sounded serious. I was hoping she was teasing. “You’re going to be safe, right?” I was a little worried about having that talk in front of the kids. “I guess it’ll be a surprise,” she grinned at me as she said that. I felt myself getting hard at the thought of her going bare with Neal. I knew she wanted to get pregnant, but didn’t think it could actually happen. Suddenly, I felt very uncertain. “Look out!” Everyone screamed. I swerved to the shoulder to avoid the car in front of me that had slowed for traffic. Again. I was so lost in my fantasy of her and Neal that I wasn’t paying any attention to the road, even though this time I had been looking right at it.She was the most energetic presence in my life. A bombshell of energy I’d hitched along with for the ride when I had the chance years ago. And she started calling the shots right away. Our best fucking was when she was in control. But she wanted to be really taken. And she had always talked about her desires without reference to me. She didn’t look at me as someone who was ever going to satisfy them. Hence her interest in Neal.Not long after our second kid was born, she’d asked me to get fixed, have a vasectomy. She’d also kept talking about having a third child so I couldn’t quite put the two together. I thought she was just having conflicting desires. And I thought she was kind of kidding. “I’m so glad you’re fixed,” she said to me one night as she held my limp penis in her palm after giving me a hand job. “I don’t ever have to worry about you getting me pregnant again.” She seemed relieved at the time, and I thought she was just scared of us having another kid – not being able to manage it. Now I started thinking there was something else behind the interest.Jo and Neal lived in a small resort town in the mountains, about three hours away. Their house looked modest as we pulled up the drive, but it looked like they had a guest cottage in the back, too. Jo greeted us at the door and gave Allie a hug and kiss. Neal lingered behind her and Allie went immediately to him. She had taken off her sweater so that her breasts and large, hard nipples would be visible to Neal. Neal’s eyes showed his pleasure and he responded immediately. Neal is a goofy-looking guy, roundish glasses, looks younger than he is, but comes across as completely confident to women. And I’d heard from Allie, via Jo, that he was unusually gifted in fucking.He put one hand behind Allie’s waist and immediately slid it down to her ass, and squeezed firmly. Then the other hand went directly to her ass, too. He squeezed her cheeks into two handfuls of flesh while relishing the long, deep kiss she was giving him. Allie’s eyebrows went up. She was delighted he was in the mood right away. I looked away from them and forced a smile in the direction of Jo, “Great to see you guys.” I reached an arm out to hug Jo who kept her distance and just stuck hers out to shake hands. She gave me a look that said she knew what was about to happen. It didn’t convey that there was going to be anything happening between the two of us.The kids were shown inside where they greeted Jo and Neal’s kids. Their oldest one was a teenager, already driving. The other two were younger, about the age of our kids.Neal wasn’t finished sucking on Allie’s mouth yet but slid one hand up the side of her breast where it lingered. He pinched the see-through blouse to feel the gauzy texture then circled his thumb from underneath her breast over her nipple. She shivered. His other hand moved into her hair which he first brushed away from her face and swept it to the back grabbing more of it and gave it all a gentle tug. Her eyes rolled up, she loved having her hair pulled. Jo and I watched them. No one paid any attention to me. Neal spun her around and grabbed her ass again to guide her away, “Let me show you our room.” I noted that he didn’t say, “Your room.” He led her away. Jo didn’t really want to talk to me and probably didn’t like being left with me, but she must have felt like she had to say İstanbul Escort Bayan something, so she started telling me about her daughter. “So, Sam’s sixteen now, you know. And she has a boyfriend who sleeps over. He’ll be here tonight, too. We like to give them their own space.” “You’ll have your room down the hall here. The kids are all going to be out in the cabin. We have a tv out there. We like to keep them separate when guests are here.” “Wow, ok. It’s great of you guys to have us.”“I know that Allie’s been looking forward to it,” she said.They had renovated a backyard cabin and outfitted it with bunk beds.Neal seemed to take his time showing Allie the house. After what seemed to be an inordinately long time, Allie and Neal came into the den wearing matching satin robes. “Look, honey!” Allie exclaimed, gesturing towards the shiny fabric. The rest of us, even Jo, were silent for a moment. “That’s such a neat color, Mom,” one of the kids said. They had come back in from outside. It was a shiny fabric. It draped beautifully across her shoulders and breasts and still prominent nipples, though I noticed they angled lower. The bra had been removed, apparently.“Kids, come with me,” Jo directed. “I’ve got you set up for dinner in your own dining room.” It was their screened-in porch where she had set a picnic table for the kids to eat together. The grownups sat down in the dining room. Allie and Neal were next to each other on one side. Jo was at the end of the table next to Neal. I was alone, opposite him, next to some other place settings. I saw Neal’s hand resting on Allie’s thigh. They kept looking at each other. During the meal, Sam and her boyfriend came in and joined us. He’d obviously heard what was going to happen.“I hear you’ve got a big weekend ahead,” he said to Allie and Neal. “I’ve been needing a break like this. I can’t wait to sleep in for a change,” she said, looking at Neal. “We can sleep in as long as you want,” Jo added. They talked a bit about how they’d missed each other. I didn’t seem to be on anyone’s radar screen. Sam spoke up. “I think Allie will really enjoy it here. Dad can show her some of his… hobbies.”Jo leaned into Neal and whispered something. He grinned and looked up at me, “Maybe this is your lucky weekend, giving Allie a break like this. And maybe you’ll have something special to take back with you!” Everyone laughed at that. “It’s up to you, babe,” Jo said to Neal. “Chris has been relieved of duty.” “Oh, you mean you’ve been fixed?” Sam asked me. She’d figured it all out quickly. I was floored.“Dad isn’t,” she said, before I could respond. And everyone laughed.I wasn’t sure what I had walked into. After dinner, Allie found me alone in the bedroom, staring in the mirror for a moment. She came over and said, “Thank you for this weekend. You know me!” “I do know you.” It was true. I could tell she was dying to have Neal inside of her, that she was pining for something new and exciting. Being the object of some new person’s desire was what energized her, and without it she felt flat. She poured herself into it, too. Sure – I knew her.“I know you, too,” she said. “It’s going to be special for you, too. I think you can handle it.” This I wasn’t as sure about. “I know you’ve never seen me have sex with someone else. But I think you’ll be ok.”Up until this point I was thinking the weekend would be her and Neal fucking freely and often, and my trying to persuade Jo, the picky swinger, to have sex with me at least once. That we were here to swap, in other words. But now she was announcing a different plan. I was going to watch them?“And by the way, you won’t be having any at all. Jo and I are having Neal.” This was news to me.“None for you,” she drew that out as she pulled her hand up across her crotch. “You can’t have my pussy at all while we’re here. It’s just for Neal.” She was delighted. “And, sorry, Jo’s not into you.” Then she disappeared into another room and left me to unpack. I was terribly confused. So what was I supposed to do while they all fucked? Just stand around and be alone? There was an undercurrent of shameful pleasure about it, though. A relief that I wouldn’t have to beg Jo for sex. She’d already said no, decidedly so. And a prickly sense of guilty, shameful pleasure to be a bystander, watching or listening for signs of my lustful wife fucking another guy. I had never been in a situation like this. I was a little more worried that Jo and Neal knew about the plans before I did, apparently. And, if Allie had told them I’d go along with it, they must have known that I was going to Escort İstanbul submit to it all, and enjoy it anyway. After that, I hardly saw Allie the rest of the day or night. I was in the room alone that night, assaulted by the sounds of sex all around me. Fucking and moaning sounds, muffled, behind doors, from many different people. I could only imagine what was happening.The nearest ones must have been Sam and her boyfriend. High pitched giggles from her, then silence, then the low, earnest sound of a young man about to orgasm inside his girlfriend. Then less distinct, short pieces of conversation from the adults, expressions of curiosity and the audible traces of pleasure. I thought I heard Jo. And I definitely heard Allie.There was no way I could sleep through that. As soon as one group’s activity subsided, the other would start back.I stopped trying and just lay there, picturing the women being taken by energetic males, unable to hold back, in all positions. And wondering what tomorrow would be like when I had to face them again.After what must have been a couple of hours, Allie came in and I felt so relieved, thinking it was over for the night and I could get some sleep. But she said, “I just came in to check on you. I’m not going to stay. How are you doing in here?”I was dazed and tired. I just looked at her. She had a robe pulled around her.She saw the shape of my firm penis underneath the sheet. I had been thinking of her with Neal. “Do you like this, sweetie? Can you hear us in there?” She sat beside me and reached under the covers to cup my balls. I felt completely under her power. “Will it be hard not to get any attention this weekend? I’ll check on you when I can, but Neal and I are going to be busy.”Her hair was a mess and she had an exhausted, pleased look on her face. “I’m going to stay in Neal’s room tonight, in case he wants me again during the night. He’s with Jo right now and I’m giving them a private moment. He’s just never not hard.”I couldn’t think of what to say. There was no argument to be made, but she seemed to sense I needed something. She leaned over me and opened her robe. Her breast came out and she directed it to my mouth. “Here, hon, you’ll like this.”I opened and took it in, tonguing occasionally as she held my head. I was nursing from her. Even though I couldn’t have her pussy she was sharing her body with me, and I loved it. She soon pulled her breast away and held it in front of my face. “I may let you touch me with your mouth this weekend but I don’t need your penis anymore. You have no idea what it’s like with Neal.” My face must have dropped about fifteen feet because she suddenly touched my cheek and offered a smile. “I love you, honey. I couldn’t do this without you. You’re so good to me.”She then left me alone. I slept very little. Their moans were coming from the next room off and on throughout the night. I couldn’t tell if he was switching between her and Jo. He seemed not to need much rest in between sessions, at any rate. I was left with these thoughts alone in the room which I thought was going to be “our” room. Occasionally, I would drift into a dream, or what I thought might be a dream. Once, I heard Sam’s voice, first distinctly, then quite clearly crying out, “Oh, my fucking god! Fuck my ass!” The rhythmic banging of a headrest against the wall told me this wasn’t a dream. The image of them fucking sent me into a trance as I pictured her young body being shaken by her boyfriend, no less energetically than Allie was getting taken by Neal. I started stroking myself when I heard her squeal and Alan’s series of short, breathless grunts. He had come in her ass. I kept stroking but felt so ashamed I stopped, thinking I shouldn’t enjoy anything about the moment. Their sounds brought me to the brink of cumming but, again, I didn’t want to.I was turned on like never before, but was too ambivalent to seek any relief. I felt I was being forced to stand by and listen to Allie getting fucked over and over by Neal, knowing that she was fertile, knowing that her body craved his sperm to start a new baby inside of her. The next morning I lay awake in my room for a long time, until I heard some movement in the kitchen. It was Sam getting some coffee. That’s what I wanted, too, and went out to pour a cup. I felt conflicted about even leaving the room, not knowing whether to stay hidden or show myself. I felt ashamed, but didn’t know for sure whether Sam knew what was going on. Immediately, she let me know, with a look, that she did. “So, how were you with everything last night?” she asked.I didn’t know what to say. “Uh… Yeah, ok, I guess.” For a long moment neither of us spoke.“Do you have guests here very often?” I asked. I wondered if she was used to hearing her dad fuck other men’s wives, too. But I couldn’t ask it exactly like that. “We have a lot of company come through.” Her expression suggested she knew what I was asking about.
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