A swinging couple converts vanilla friends

My daughter and I walked hand-in-hand, looking for animal footprints in the snow.

“What’s that one, Mommy?” Emma asked.

“Hmm, do you think it’s a bear?” I teased.

“No, Mommy! We don’t have bears around here.”

“Probably a dog then. And what about that one?” I pointed to some tiny, pointed prints.

“A squirrel?” Emma guessed.

“Right! High-five!” I said, holding up my hand for Emma. Our gloved hands smacked together, muted by winter wear.

“Hey, it’s Maddie!” Emma yelled, and ran ahead to catch up with her friend who was just getting out of the blue minivan at the side of the road. Emma and Maddie frequently shared their walks to school, giving me a chance to chat with Maddie’s father Dave.

Dave was a stay-at-home dad and a writer. He had published two novels so far, and they had sold moderately well. I had read both, mesmerized by his dexterity with words, his understanding of human nature, not to mention his power to write sex scenes that rendered me instantly wet. I was fascinated by Dave’s sexy braininess. I had also found that when I lay in bed at night reading his books, I was increasingly intrigued by his rugged, dark good looks, so that that all of his male leads began to morph into Dave. Walking to school beside him, making small talk about our daughters and the neighborhood gossip, I couldn’t keep my mind from wandering to the erotic images he’d planted in my mind.

My husband Brian and I socialized with Dave and his wife Tracy fairly often, a friendship born of our daughters’ playdates and the interests we shared. We all enjoyed good wine, good food, and good conversation. I found an easy rapport with Tracy, a high school teacher, as we talked about the latest treats we had baked or we worked on our scrapbooks together. Tracy was warm and quick-witted, with an artist’s sensibility that matched her style. Half Filipino, she had lovely brown skin and impossibly dark, straight hair, razor-cut to frame her delicate face. I’d always admired her slim, limber body, so different from my own curves.

I watched for Dave to round the front of the minivan, eager to look into his sparkling deep chocolate eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on mind. I’d already felt his eyes on my 36DD chest and firm, round butt a few times, enough that I sometimes called to mind the image of his appreciative looks to motivate me when I worked out.

Dave appeared from behind his van, but he didn’t look toward me. Instead, he just headed off toward the school, behind the two girls. Did he not see me?

“Dave!” I called, moving quickly to catch up.

“Oh, hey,” he said, turning slightly, not quite meeting my eyes. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” I smiled, a little concerned. “What’s up?”

“Not much,” he said. He glanced at me and looked back toward the kids. “You?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” I said. This was odd. Dave usually seemed happy to see me, and always had something to share, a funny story or an interesting bit of information gleaned from his research for his writing. Had something happened? A fight between the kids, maybe? I looked ahead, but the girls seemed to be getting along fine, holding hands as they waited for the crossing guard to wave them across the street.

“Did you have a good weekend?” I asked, eyeing him.

Dave cleared his throat. “Yeah.” He didn’t ask me the same.

We finished the walk to school in silence, shepherding our daughters into their lines and kissing them goodbye. After the kids went in, I usually walked with Dave as far as his minivan, continuing our small talk. But today, as soon as the kids were inside, he started to stride away as though he had somewhere to be.

I walked slowly, watching his back. I was still trying to decide whether I should try to catch up, try to pursue the question of what was bothering him, when he stopped in his tracks and started walking back toward me. As they met, he cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, Sally. Actually, I need to talk to you,” Dave told me. “Can you go for coffee? Do you have time?”

“Sure,” I said. “Should I go home and get my car?”

“No, I’ll give you a ride,” Dave said. “Come on.”

*** At the coffee shop, after sprinkling a generous portion of cinnamon into my vanilla latte, I looked across the table at Dave. He was looking down into his black coffee, his forehead creased. I felt a little thrill of excitement: was he going to confide something in me?

“So, what’s up?” I asked.

“I don’t really know how to say this,” Dave said, glancing quickly up at me and dropping his eyes. I waited, tilting my head encouragingly.

“Just tell me,” I said softly.

“Okay. Tracy and I went out for dinner the other night. To Lulu’s.”

I nodded. Brian and I liked Lulu’s too, a Cajun restaurant with an enormous wine and beer list. We’d been there with Dave and Tracy once.

“And . . . I can hardly believe this, Sally. But we saw Brian . . . with another woman.” Dave looked up at me, his brown eyes pained. “I’m so sorry.”

“Are you sure?” I asked slowly, my chest tightening. “I mean, she could’ve been a work client or something.”

Dave shook his head. “She got into his car and before they drove away . . . we saw them kissing.”

I nodded and sighed, my mind racing. This was not good news. I’d figured it might happen sooner or later, but one always hopes to avoid trouble, even the inevitable. I reached across the table and patted Dave’s hand, then took a deep breath.

“Don’t worry, Dave. It’s not what you think.”

*** I thought back to the night Dave was describing. Brian and I had arrived at Lulu’s a little earlier than the couple we were meeting and we had waited nervously in the crowded lobby.

“I could use a drink,” I told Brian as I looked longingly at the bar. I was always nervous meeting people for the first time. I willed myself not to pick at my newly polished nails.

“I know,” he said. “Let’s just give them a little more time. It’ll be easier to find them if we wait here.”

“You looked at their pictures again?” I asked him.

“Yeah. I’ll know them.”

Brian took my hand in his, caressing it gently, then raising it to his lips to kiss.

“You’re amazing, Sally,” he said. “And you look gorgeous.”

I glanced down at my sexy but understated outfit: black miniskirt, high-heeled black boots, and a sheer purple lace blouse made slightly more modest by a soft black cashmere cardigan.

“Thanks, Baby,” I said. “You’re the best.”

I leaned against Brian’s muscular chest, trying to relax. Not much time passed before Brian recognized an attractive couple, their hair and coats sprinkled with snow.

“Jeff? Janet?”

“Heyyyy,” the two said, as we all four looked each other over appreciatively. “Sally and Brian?”

Jeff was about my height. He was bald and rather angular, his face warmed by kind blue eyes that shone when he looked at Janet. His smile was easy and his manner comfortable. Janet, who couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, had soft red curls that cascaded over her shoulders. Her eyes, also blue, were startlingly vivid. She’d worn a black bustier that enhanced her cleavage, topped with a flirty ruffled pink cardigan that added a layer of innocence to her outfit. Her bosom looked soft and creamy, adorned by a whisper of freckles.

Brian signaled the hostess that our entire party had now arrived, and she led us upstairs to a table. It wasn’t a particularly private table, but we’d be able to have a conversation. Brian and I sat on one side of the table, with Jeff facing me and Brian facing Janet.

Brian was already hitting it off with Jeff, talking football. While the guys talked, I noticed how Janet caressed Jeff’s shoulder and looked up at him adoringly, while occasionally stealing glances at Brian and me. Good, I thought. They have a strong connection. I squeezed Brian’s thigh under the table, a private signal: so far so good. He squeezed back, his fingers lingering on the inside of my thigh.

The small talk carried us through the meal, leaving us relaxed and slightly buzzed from the plentiful New Orleans beer. It was Jeff who turned the conversation to more intimate matters.

“So, what are you guys into?” Jeff asked, grinning at me. I smiled coyly.

“We’re game for most anything,” I said, glancing at Jeff. He was gazing appreciatively at Janet, his eyes drifting downward to rest on her decolletage. “We don’t usually go all the way, but we love almost anything short of that. How about you guys?”

“Well, we don’t really have many boundaries,” Jeff said. “We don’t usually play on a first date, though.”

Janet put her hand over Brian’s as it rested on the table. “We have made exceptions,” she purred. She looked at him, taking in his wholesome midwestern face. Blonde and blue-eyed, he looked like an advertisement for milk.

“And you guys seem exceptional,” Jeff added, looking hungrily at me.

“You guys too,” I said, and reached across the table to caress Jeff’s hand as I put my other hand on top of Janet’s and Brian’s hands. I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck as I touched Jeff. “I wouldn’t mind breaking a few rules.”

“Well,” Jeff said, clasping my hand in both of his, “would you guys want to come back to our place?”

Brian’s hand wandered up from my inner thigh, and I felt the back of his fingers graze my pussy through her panties. I grew suddenly wet.

“Sure,” I said. “Where do you guys live?”

Jeff told me the address. “But it’s a little tricky to find in the dark. One of the streets you have to turn on isn’t marked. We could all go in one car.”

Brian shook his head. “They ticket in the lot here after two. What if we swap for the ride over?”

Janet and Jeff both grinned wickedly. “Perfect.”

*** Brian and Janet had headed for our car, arms around each other, as Jeff and I had moved in the opposite direction toward Jeff and Janet’s car. It was at that point, I now realized, that Dave must have seen Brian and Janet, obviously electrified with lust, as they got into the Suburban and took a moment to let their hands wander over each other’s body while the car warmed up. I hadn’t witnessed the two of them, but I assumed that Brian and Janet had behaved much as Jeff and I had, melting the fresh snow from the windows faster with the heat rising from our aroused bodies than the car’s heater could possibly have done, oblivious to anyone who might be watching.

In the car, Jeff kissed me warmly, gently at first, then with growing urgency, his tongue tasting mine as his hands ravenously explored over my clothed body, grasping at my breasts, finding my nipples, wandering to my increasingly moist panties. I swirled my tongue against his as I caressed his shoulders, then let my hand slide down his chest and belly, briefly stroking his cock through his pants before pulling back from his kiss.

“Should we go?” I breathed.

“Oh, yeah,” Jeff whispered with a final caress of my breasts. “Definitely.”

*** Brian and Janet arrived at Janet and Jeff’s house as Jeff and I were climbing the steps to the side door. We all entered the house demurely, now automatically careful to avoid any suggesting touching, in case any neighbors should be watching. We all understood the dangers of what we were doing, the way that gossip among more vanilla types could turn ugly, could make our lives difficult, even cost jobs and friends. Once inside, Jeff flipped on the lights in the living room while Janet uncorked a bottle of chardonnay.

“We can make cocktails too if you want,” she offered, half turning toward me, her bustier pressing hard against her breasts and accentuating her cleavage.

“Wine is great,” I said, “but you look a little uncomfortable.” I moved closer to her, and started massaging Janet’s shoulders, then slipped the pink cardigan from her shoulders. A light spray of freckles adorned the pale skin of each shoulder and the top of her back. I was about six inches taller than Janet, so I had to bend down to lift her thick red curls and kiss the nape of Janet’s neck. Janet shivered involuntarily and leaned her head back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the guys were now seated on the couch, keenly watching the us. I turned slightly to ensure the their view as I unfastened Janet’s bustier and dropped it to the floor, revealing Janet’s firm, creamy breasts tipped by light caramel nipples. I spun Janet around to face me and, tilting her face up to mine, pressed my lips against Janet’s mouth. Janet tasted sweet, her lips soft and supple against mine. Janet, flicking her tongue into my mouth, slipped my sweater off my shoulders and massaged my large breasts, rubbing my nipples with her thumbs. My nipples grew more prominent, straining uncomfortably against my bra and lace top.

I heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped coming from the other side of the room. Gently stepping out of Janet’s embrace, I took her hand and led her over to Brian. Smiling naughtily at Brian, I knelt in front of Jeff and ran my hands up and down his thighs. His erection bulged, straining against the cloth of his khakis. I drew my cheek teasingly across his crotch, and Jeff softly stroked my honey blonde hair. I breathed hotly on his bulge, waiting for him to moan before I unfastened his khakis. He stood and I pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock from its prison.

Jeff settled back on the couch, reaching for my head to pull me toward his cock, but I resisted, holding up one finger as I turned my gaze to Janet, who was still caressing Brian’s member through his boxers.

“Take off his pants,” I whispered.

After Janet complied, I turned to her, still on my knees, and embraced her again, kissing her deeply as both men began to stroke their hard cocks. I twisted one of Janet’s soft, sweet nipples gently between my thumb and forefinger, my other hand lost in Janet’s red curls.

“Mmmm,” Janet breathed, and she lifted my lace top. I sat on my heels and put my arms in the air like an obedient child as Janet pulled the top over my head to reveal my breasts, my nipples visible through the black lace bra.

“Your boobs are gorgeous,” Janet said, cupping them in her hands and squeezing them before unfastening my bra and unleashing my full breasts, hard nipples protruding. Janet took one of my nipples in her mouth, licking and sucking as she pulled and squeezed the other nipple. I moaned with pleasure, my hands in Janet’s hair. I let my hands drop to Janet’s shoulders and lifted, urging her to stand. Janet stood, allowing me to lift her skirt and remove her panties, the crotch dark with her juices. Janet was now completely naked, all of her gorgeous skin exposed, vanilla flecked generously with cinnamon. I pushed her legs apart and brought my tongue gently to her pussy. Bringing my hands to her hips, I licked her labia slowly and teasingly, feeling Janet shiver with pleasure. Parting her lips with my tongue, I licked a slow path upward through the middle of her pussy, tasting Janet’s sweet nectar. I swirled my tongue gently around her clit, noticing it growing hard. Janet moaned, swaying slightly, and I pulled her back down to the floor, moving her to face Brian again.

“Let’s give them some attention,” I suggested, turning to Jeff.

Jeff’s eight-inch cock was swollen and leaking pre-cum. I gripped it in both my hands, giving him a couple of pumps before leaning in and tonguing his head softly, licking precum from it. He moaned as I licked again, savoring his salty juices, before sliding him slowly into my warm, wet mouth. I moved my head up and down, letting the tip of his cock slide into the back of my throat with each slow stroke. Keeping his head in my mouth but wrapping my hands around his shaft, I lifted my eyes to Brian, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he watched Janet sucking his cock. I felt my pussy dripping from the sight of my husband in rapture. I returned my attention to Jeff, licking and sucking, feeling his cock stiff and hot inside my mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Jeff said. “Jan, you giving him good head?”

Janet looked questioningly at Brian, not taking his cock from her mouth. “Oh yeah,” Brian groaned. “Fuck yeah.”

Jeff grabbed my head and started moving me up and down on his cock, fucking my mouth faster. I grasped his balls lightly in one hand, bouncing them, then squeezing and pulling them gently as I sucked him. He moaned.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, and in response, I redoubled my efforts, sucking his cock and gripping his shaft harder, playing a bit more roughly with his balls. I looked up to watch his face, twisted with pleasure, as he groaned and shot cum into my mouth in a series of hot pulses. I held his slackening rod in my still mouth for a moment, letting him start to relax, then sucked softly just to watch him writhe with the intensity of the sensation. As he relaxed fully, I swallowed and turned to watch Janet.

Brian was close to cumming too; I could tell from the way he was starting to thrust his hips against Janet’s mouth. Janet moved her head in a circle as she sucked him, pausing periodically to give him a couple of strokes with her hands. Now, as he thrust harder, he grabbed her head.

“Baby, is it okay if I cum in your mouth?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

Like me, Janet sucked harder in answer, taking the length of his cock into her mouth and throat and letting him fuck her mouth. Brian came loudly, roaring as he filled Janet’s mouth. Janet swallowed and I leaned toward her, kissing her deeply, mixing the remnants of our husbands’ semen in our mouths.

“Mind if we move to the bedroom?” Janet asked, and she led me by the hand, the men following behind us.

Once in the bedroom, Janet turned to me and pulled my skirt and tights down. My boots prevented her from completely removing my tights, so I sat on the edge of the bed to unzip my boots.

“Can you put those back on in a minute?” Jeff asked.

I grinned. “Sure can.” I set the boots on the floor, removed my tights and skirt, and zipped the boots back on. “Good?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jeff murmured, eyeing my luxurious curves. “Real good.”

I lay back on the bed, smiling seductively at Jeff as Janet bent to lick my pussy. Janet’s mouth felt warm and soft, her tongue flicking at my clit as she slipped two fingers inside me to find my g-spot.

“Oh, that’s good,” I purred. I rested a hand on Janet’s auburn curls, caressing her head as she licked and pressed my labia softly between her lips. She worked her way up to my clit, licking so delicately I was crazy with desire to have her closer, harder against me. I felt myself growing excited more and more by the slight tongue flicks, making me ravenous for more. Janet’s fingers slid out of me and her tongue slid inside, then glided up to my clit as her fingers reentered me. She licked my clit a few times, pausing between each lick, until I pulled her face insistently into my pussy. Then Janet sucked my clit slowly into her mouth, tapping it with her tongue as she sucked it rhythmically. I squirmed in ecstasy, feeling myself nearing climax.

“One more finger,” I begged Janet, and instead Jeff came over, removing Janet’s hand and inserting his fingers into my pussy as Janet continued sucking my clit.

Meanwhile, Brian moved behind Janet, and kneeling on the floor, placed his face under her pussy.

“Do what I do,” he commanded, and thrusting a couple of fingers inside Janet’s tight hole, he started licking and sucking wildly.

I grabbed her breasts, rubbing my nipples as I felt myself starting to climax. Quickly, Jeff had another hand on me, massaging my breast, then tonguing and sucking my nipple. I moaned, cumming loudly, bucking my hips against Janet’s mouth and Jeff’s hand as I orgasmed. I moaned deeply, an animal sound, soon harmonizing with Janet’s screams.



“So . . . you guys are swingers?” Dave asked.

I laughed. “I guess. I hate that word. But yeah.”

“Wow.” Dave looked stunned. “I don’t know what to say. I’m really sorry for butting in.”

“Well,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. “It’s not a big deal. I appreciate you looking out for me, thinking Brian was cheating on me. I just hope you knowing this won’t affect our friendship.”

“No, no,” Dave answered. “No judgment here. I’m really glad he’s not cheating on you. You guys always seemed really happy, connected. It freaked me out to think he was cheating.” He paused. “It’s hard to imagine, though.”

“What do you mean?” I felt sure Dave could imagine almost anything.

“Well, don’t you get jealous? I mean, I can’t imagine Tracy being okay with that sort of thing.”

“You know,” I said, leaning in confidentially, “I would’ve expected to be jealous. But I never have been. It’s surprisingly erotic.”

Dave looked uncomfortable, but curious. His eyes shone, betraying his interest.

“Really? You like seeing him . . . with someone else?”

“Oh, yeah,” I murmured. “And he loves watching me with someone else too.”

“I can’t imagine how that works. I mean, I’ve always wanted to see Tracy with a woman. I know she’s had fantasies like that. And of course I’ve, uh, thought about other women.” Dave’s face flushed a little, his eyes darting involuntarily to my chest. “But it’s cheating, right?”

“No, not at all,” I smiled. “We always play together. We get to see everything that’s going on. It’s all consensual. And why would we cheat, when we can do that?” I leaned toward him, stroking his hand with my fingers. “And our sex with each other afterwards is incredible.”

Dave seemed to be having trouble breathing.

“I guess you think we’re really boring,” he smiled.

“Nah,” I said, pushing back a strand of blonde hair. “It’s not for everyone. Vanilla’s good if it works for you.”

“Vanilla?” Dave asked.

I laughed. “Sorry, I guess that’s kind of negative. That’s what swingers call people who don’t swing.” I looked down at my vanilla latte, then up at Dave again. “But vanilla’s good . . . I just like mine with a little extra . . . spice.”

Dave ran a hand through his thick hair. “Well, I won’t gossip about it. I mean, I will tell Tracy because she saw Brian too. But your secret is safe with us.”

“Thanks, Dave. We really appreciate that.” I drew my hand back from Dave’s. “You know, why don’t you guys come over for dinner on Saturday? The kids can play, we can hang out, and maybe kind of gloss over any weirdness.”

“Sounds good. I’ll have to check with Tracy, but yeah, that would be fun.”

*** After dinner, the kids ran upstairs to Emma’s room to play. Brian refilled everyone’s wine glasses as I cleared the table. Dave and Tracy were quieter than usual, sitting together on the couch. After I had finished clearing the dishes, I joined Dave and Tracy on the couch, making sure to keep a respectful distance from Tracy. Setting the wine bottle on the table, Brian joined me.

“So I guess we freaked you guys out a little,” Brian said, ruffling his short blond hair.

Dave laughed, while Tracy looked toward her lap uneasily.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Dave said. “Threw me for a loop.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “The whole idea seemed bizarre to me at first too.”

Tracy looked wide-eyed at me. “How did you make your peace with that?”

I laughed. “You know, I thought I would be jealous, or it would all be too weird. But I’ve never felt as much as a pang of jealousy.” I looked meaningfully at Tracy as I rested a hand on Brian’s thigh. “It’s really hot.”

“But . . . what if it messed up your marriage?” Tracy asked. “Doesn’t that scare you?”

I smiled understandingly. “We’ve never felt closer, more intimate. I don’t fully understand how that works. But it’s true.”

Tracy nodded. “I have always thought you guys were a great couple. You always seemed really happy.”

“We are,” I shrugged. “Happier since we started this a few years ago than we’ve ever been.”

“And it’s not just us,” Brian added. “I mean, we’re not trying to convince you of anything. But most of the people we know who do this stuff have that type of experience.”

“Yeah,” I echoed. “Listen, I want you to know we’re not trying to convert you. I don’t want you to feel weird about us.”

“Well, we’ve had some fantasies,” Dave said hesitantly, looking at Tracy.

“Yeah,” Tracy said, “we’ve talked about some stuff. Just talking though. I don’t think either one of us ever intended to do anything like that.”

“That’s cool,” I said. “It’s not for everybody.” I paused, wondering whether my next words would go too far. “But if you wanted to try it out, see what you think, we’d be game.”

Brian nodded, carefully making sure not to ogle Tracy. “Totally.”

*** A week later, back at our house, Tracy was clearly nervous. She and Dave were huddled close on one end of the couch.

“Here you go,” I said, handing Tracy and Dave their drinks. “Two mojitos.”

Tracy was wearing jeans, a sweater, and socks, exposing as little skin as she possibly could. She looked panicked, frozen, as though she were bracing herself for some horrible punishment. Dave seemed slightly less tense, his nerves betrayed only by his constantly shaking leg, his foot tapping as though in time with frenetic music.

I sat on the floor beside Brian, determined not to make Tracy and Dave feel crowded. Determined not to be pushy.

“I just don’t know about this,” Tracy said. “I think I’m not down with this.”

“It’s okay,” I shrugged. “No pressure. If we just hang out, we just hang out.”

Tracy took a long gulp of her cocktail. Brian put his arm around her, pulling her close.

“I mean, I am curious,” Tracy said, “but it just seems weird and wrong. What if it messes everything up?”

“No problem,” I said. “Nothing needs to happen. If it does, it won’t mess up our friendship, that’s for sure. And I feel sure it wouldn’t mess up your marriage.”

“Absolutely,” Dave confirmed, stroking Tracy’s sleek hair. “Honey, I’m with you for life. No matter what.”

“I guess,” Tracy said.

“But you know, nothing needs to happen. So we all have a night without the kids. That doesn’t mean there’s any pressure.”

“Can I have another?” Tracy asked, raising her glass.

“You sure?” Brian asked, surprised at the speed with which she’d emptied her glass. Tracy usually nursed a drink for an hour or more. Tracy nodded, so he took her glass to the kitchen and returned with a refill.

“We can just have a good time talking,” I said soothingly. “Want to play some cards or something?”

Tracy sampled her drink, then looked at me. “Actually, I’d like to see what it’s like to kiss you. Just kissing, nothing else. But I’m curious.”

I nodded and smiled. I moved over toward the couch, and Dave leaned slightly away from Tracy to make room for me. I sat down on the edge of the couch and looked into Tracy’s dark eyes, lifting one hand to stroke her satin cheek.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Tracy nodded.

I took Tracy’s face in both my hands. Tracy was so beautiful, so exotic. Her lips were soft and vulnerable looking, and I was gentle as I leaned in and brushed my lips against Tracy’s, barely touching them at first, then bringing my lips to rest on them, moving slightly. I was surprised to feel Tracy’s tongue flick against my lips, and in answer I slipped my own tongue slightly inside Tracy’s mouth, just far enough to trace the circle of the inside of her lips. Tracy’s tongue met mine, and we began to kiss more deeply, our tongues circling each other, exploring, as Tracy’s hand moved to my shoulder and worked its way up the back of my neck.

I adjusted my position slightly, moving closer to Tracy, making myself more comfortable. Tracy was kissing more and more passionately, pulling me close to her, and her hands wandered down my back. I brought my own hands to Tracy’s shoulders, not wanting to push beyond her limits but now becoming desperately aroused. I broke our kiss.

“Can I touch your boobs?” I whispered, and Tracy nodded, eyes almost closed. I returned my mouth to Tracy’s, twirling my tongue around hers, and let my hands glide down to Tracy’s tits, so perky and firm under her sweater. I rubbed them gently, then moved my hands underneath Tracy’s sweater to discover that Tracy wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were naked and hard, vulnerable to my soft hands. I fondled a nipple with the tip of my index finger and felt Tracy shiver as I started to trace slowly around her areola, then returned to the erect nipple to gently nudge it around in a tiny circle.

Tracy moaned and leaned back a bit on the couch. Dave moved over, making room for her to stretch out, resting one hand reassuringly on her thigh. I lifted Tracy’s sweater, looking questioningly at my friend. Tracy nodded assent, so I pulled the sweater off Tracy’s head, leaving her gloriously topless, her bronze skin almost shimmering in the lamplight.

“You are so beautiful,” I told her, my hand skimming lightly down Tracy’s side, then back up to her petite, round breasts. Her nipples were tiny and dark, and I eagerly put my lips to one, gently pulling at it.

“Ohhh,” Tracy said. “That feels good.”

I took off my own top and bra, tossing them aside, then pressed my breasts against Tracy’s smaller ones. I stole a glance at Dave, who was watching, spellbound. Lifting Tracy’s hand to my mouth, I sucked her index finger slowly in. Rewarded by a moan, I slowly moved Tracy’s hand to my own breast. Tracy responded eagerly, taking both my breasts in her hands and kneading them. I threw my head back in pleasure, my hands still caressing Tracy’s tits. Tracy pulled me closer, pulling one of my breasts to her mouth and sucking it, licking, riveted by breasts so much fuller than her own.

Abruptly, Tracy stopped for a moment, looking up at me.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Tracy said breathlessly. “I just wondered . . . could you take off your pants?” I grinned at Dave’s audible intake of breath.

“Sure,” I said. Rising, I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor, waiting a moment before allowing my black thong to follow. Kicking my clothes aside, completely naked, I tilted my head at Tracy. “How about you?”

“Okay,” Tracy mouthed soundlessly. I helped her stand up and undressed her, then returned her to the couch, reclining like a Grecian goddess.

“You still okay with this?” I asked. Tracy nodded, so I parted her slim golden thighs and brushed my lips lightly against her pussy. Tracy shuddered. I started to trace her labia with my tongue, lightly at first, barely grazing her, then circling deeper into her pussy until my tongue was inside Tracy. I reached up to gently squeeze one of Tracy’s breasts, then rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I brought my other hand to Tracy’s pussy and slid a finger inside her, astounded at how wet she was. Tracy’s hips began to move in response to my touch, and I shifted my attention to Tracy’s clit. I tapped my tongue against it in a teasingly slow rhythm, barely touching it each time before pulling my tongue back. Tracy whimpered in ecstasy, and my tongue rested each time increasingly longer on Tracy’s clit, licking it slowly, until it swelled, protruding a bit from Tracy’s pussy. I then began to suck, my fingers working inside Tracy, one hand pinching a nipple, until Tracy began to cum, amazingly soon, her high-pitched squeal thrilling through everyone in the room. I kept her mouth on Tracy while she came, bucking against my mouth. Giving her a couple of last delicious licks, I rose to kiss my friend, who lay back spent on the couch.

“Are you okay?” I asked again.

“Oh, I’m great,” Tracy breathed. She reached for another sip of her mojito. “That was incredible.”

I smiled. “Cool.” I glanced at Dave and Brian. Both looked awed, enthralled, almost unaware of the obvious bulges in their pants. I turned back to Tracy with an evil grin. “Should we fuck our husbands?”

Tracy paused, setting her drink on the table before turning back to me.

“Actually,” she said shyly, “would you want to fuck each other’s husbands?”

I laughed. “We don’t have to do that. Actually even Brian and I usually just stick to oral sex when we play with other people.”

To my amazement,Tracy looked slightly deflated. “Oh. I guess we could do that too.”

I glanced at Brian, who nodded. “Well, if you want to try it, we’d be game.” To her surprise, Tracy brightened. Dave looked exhilarated as he stood up and started undressing, not waiting for Tracy to change her mind. Tracy wasn’t paying attention to him, though, as she moved over to where Brian sat on the floor. Brian stood up.

“How about we move upstairs?” he suggested, and we all proceeded up the stairs in various states of undress.

Once in our bedroom, we pulled the bedspread and covers aside on the king-size bed. I took Dave’s hand and led him to sit on the edge of the bed. His cock was hard and perfect, about seven inches with a slight upward curve. He looked at me, astounded at his good fortune, as I put one knee on the bed beside him and kissed him, leaning hard into him so that he lay back on the bed with me on top of him, my tits pressing into his chest. I breathed in the smell of his neck, warm and crisp, somehow reminiscent of fresh-cut grass, and I thrust my tongue eagerly into his mouth as I grasped his thick dark hair in my fingers.

Dave moved a hand to my ass, first cupping it hesitantly, then grabbing it and pulling me against him. His hard cock pressed insistently against my belly, and I slid my hips up and down slightly to rub against it.

I looked over to see Tracy on top of Brian, rubbing herself slowly up and down his long swimmer’s body. Brian, sensing my gaze, looked over lovingly at me, his eyes full of admiration and lust. I smiled at him, then turned back to Dave.

Dave was moving my hips against his hard cock, his face in ecstasy.

“Wait a minute,” I said, and moved off of him to lie between him and Brian. Then I pulled Dave’s face into my bosom. “Suck my nipples,” I purred.

Dave took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, so hard I could feel my nipple lengthening in his mouth. Then he nibbled it gently as he slipped a hand down to my pussy. I was so slippery that his hand slid out of control, but once accustomed to my lavish lubrication, he rubbed my pussy sensually, his hand firm and confident against me as his teeth gripped my nipple slightly harder. I wrapped a leg around him and pulled his face up to mine, kissing him greedily, relishing the feel and taste of him. His hands wandered over me: my breasts, my belly, my hips, my pussy, my thighs, never stopping, setting my entire body ablaze.

I lifted myself onto my elbows and rose above him, mouthing his nipples, then licking a path down his tight abs to his groin. I kissed the tip of his penis and felt him gather my hair into his hand, gripping it at the base of my neck. I kissed his cock again, then licked slow circles around the head, teasing him with the lightness of my tongue, feeling his body rigid under me as he tightened his grip on my hair.

Then without warning, I devoured his cock, letting his entire pole slide into my mouth and down my throat. He groaned in surprised pleasure, and I swallowed slightly, letting my throat contract against him as I sucked him in. He tasted delicious.

“Oh my god,” he breathed.

I grasped his balls in one hand, then lifted my mouth from his cock and took his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking at them, then returned his cock to my throat. I felt so dripping wet I couldn’t stay still, and feeling his leg between mine, I rubbed my pussy against him almost involuntarily. He quivered and sat up so he could reach to put his hand on my pussy, then he turned me around so that my wet pussy was lowered onto his face as I sucked his cock.

His mouth felt amazing. His fingers were inside my pussy, with one finger in my ass, as he licked and sucked me hungrily. I felt myself accelerating toward orgasm at a remarkable speed, too quickly, and so I deftly moved off him and stood up.

“Everything okay?” Dave asked, looking devastated, as though a winning lottery ticket had exploded in flames before his eyes.

I laughed. “I’m getting a condom.” I glanced over at Brian and Tracy. “Should I make it two?”

Tracy and Brian were locked into a sixty-nine as well, a reflection of the position Dave and I had just been in. Tracy’s lithe frame looked so tiny atop Dave, such that it seemed impossible that she had his entire cock in her mouth. I shook my head, thinking to myself, “Who knew what talents Tracy had?”

Returning to the bed, I tossed a condom toward Tracy and Brian, then ripped open the one I’d reserved for Dave.

“Wait,” Tracy said, and it was my turn to be alarmed. But Tracy didn’t start crying or launch into hysterics. Instead, she took the condom from my hand and rolled it onto Dave’s cock. Then, taking my hand and pulling me onto the bed to straddle Dave, she grabbed his rigid penis and inserted it slowly into my pussy. Finally, the moment I had craved for so long: Dave’s cock filling me. I felt the tip of his curved penis press deliciously against my g-spot, and I paused, letting the pleasure wash over me. Then, not breaking our connection, I leaned over, opened the other condom, and unrolled it onto Brian’s cock. Tracy moved to all-fours and I guided Brian’s cock into Tracy from behind.

We all began to fuck, everyone moaning, my moaning deep and guttural, Tracy’s higher-pitched, the men groaning. I grasped Brian’s hand, and Dave, noticing, took Tracy’s hand. Tracy leaned down to kiss Dave as Brian rammed his cock into her, his balls slapping against her. I paused to lean over and kiss Brian, then resumed riding Dave, letting myself get lost in the glorious feeling of his cock inside me. I came first, bouncing, driving Dave’s cock hard into my pussy, rubbing my swollen clit against him as he pressed against my g-spot and sent me into spirals of ecstatic pleasure. The contractions of my pussy against his cock sent him over the edge then, and I looked into his deep brown eyes as I felt his cock throbbing, emptying itself inside me.

Brian and Tracy came together, Tracy gyrating her hips against him, each of them still holding the hand of their spent spouses. Then all four of us collapsed onto the bed, naked limbs entwined making it hard to tell who was touching whom. Dave spooned me as he gazed adoringly into Tracy’s eyes.

“You guys okay?” I asked after awhile.

“Completely,” Tracy answered. “Weird, but I’m completely okay.”

“Me too,” Dave said.

I caught Brian’s eye and smiled. We locked eyes, our connection electric, stronger than ever.

“You’re better than okay,” I told them. “You guys are incredible.”

Dave nuzzled my hair. “So are you two.”

Tracy smiled. “I guess there are a lot of flavors beyond vanilla.”

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