“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.
Delicious.
***
“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.”