First Swap (female perspective)

Written by Jill Vincent

My husband has been pestering me for several years about wanting to swap sex partners with another couple. It is obvious that he really wants to do that. I am not for it at all, but NOT for the reason you might think; only because I do not think HE can handle it. He won’t stop talking about it, so I guess we will have to give him what he thinks he wants. He reminds me that we have been married over twenty years, and I assume he wants more variety than I can give him. I have always liked a lot more sex than he can give me, but never seriously considered swapping with another couple until hubby brought it up a few years ago. Recently he has mentioned it at least once a day since he spends time online at one of those Lifestyle sex sites.

He says that we are in a rut and need to experience new people, open our minds, and maybe even learn something new from another couple. But as jealous as he is about me even talking to another man, I seriously doubt that he can handle it. I have to wonder how he would react to seeing me with another man, not because I don’t want it, but because I don’t think he can handle it. Because of that and my own concerns about it not adversely affecting our marriage, I really wondered if we could really do it, as a couple. But he won’t drop the subject and now I am getting tired of hearing about it. I have been acting like a “good girl” since we married because that is what he expects of me. I am anything BUT a good girl, but he can never know that or accept it if he did know.

Without his knowledge, I have had quite a number of affairs from time to time during the twenty something years that we have been married. Each affair lasted anywhere from a single encounter to a year. Sometimes I was having an affair with as many as three guys at the same time. I was always afraid he would somehow find out, but he never did, at least he appears not to know. But I have to act to him like I don’t want to do it, otherwise he would change his thinking about who I am as his wife. So he believes that I am a “good girl” so I encourage him to think that way and hide everything about me that does not support that. Actually, I have no problem whatsoever with swapping spouses, but he cannot handle that if he knew it, so I am playing along that he needs to “talk me into doing it”. I have played this game for about two years now, so I will now have to “reluctantly agree” to do it. Funny, little does he know what I am capable of doing sexually.

So it is a bigger step for him than for me to swap. I ask him regularly “Do you REALLY want to share me with another man?” He always hesitates to answer, and then seems to f***e himself to say “yes”. I am pretty sure that he does not really want to do that, but he thinks he does. He keeps talking it up and now I think he is as ready as he will ever be. I have really, really wanted it, but I could not let him know that.

For those of you who have swapped spouses, you probably laugh at his anxiety about the event. I know he does not want it to mess up our marriage, nor do I. Since he has believed for so long that I was a “good girl,” I knew that this would be a major shift in his thinking and opinion of me. That’s why I had to put him off for two years and make it seem like he was talking me into it, slowly, one day at a time. This is definitely out of his comfort zone. But playing right into my hand. I was getting plenty of sex on the side with my affairs, so I could afford to put him off and play the game. Oh my, I can’t believe he really wants to be around when I am fucking another man. He’s such a prude.

We are both 50-something. He is over-weight at around 220# and 5’9”. I am petite and trim, very young looking for my age, about 110# and 5’0”. I exercise regularly and stay in shape with my 44-26-34 figure, which still gets the attention of most men when I want it. I keep my hair dyed blonde. My breasts were augmented with some nice silicone implants about ten years ago, which made my nipples large and tight sticking straight out. When hubby is around, I dress quite conservatively. When I shop by myself, I dress very differently, showing cleavage and a lot of leg, which helped me have a number of affairs through the years. My breasts still get hubby’s penis hard, so I am glad that he can still get excited about me. My secret boyfriends give lots of extra excitement to my sex life. Hubby would die if he ever found out. Just my little secret.

Hubby met this couple online on one of those Lifestyle sites. He showed me pictures of several couples, and I stated my preference to one of them. They were 40-something and Caucasian with the guy quite athletic and hunky-looking. She was a little heavy and plain looking, so I did not think hubby would be overly attracted to her outside of this swap meeting. I felt my pussy get wet when I selected this couple over the rest, mainly because the guy was quite handsome. It was hard to contain my excitement and still act like I was not sure about doing this. Oh my, I was ready to fuck the guy as soon as I saw his picture.

We arranged to meet them at a local restaurant to get acquainted. We sat across the table from them with me opposite the guy and hubby across from the woman. Her breasts were very nice, so hubby immediately started grinning, probably at the thought of having her naked with him. We of course knew why we were meeting. I suggested earlier, for hubby’s sake, that we needed to all be in the same bedroom to get the swap started, thinking that was my best chance to make hubby go through with it. I did NOT want to get all hot and bothered and then have hubby back out on me.

We had casual conversation during our meal and drinks at the restaurant. Our agreed plan was to go to their house since they lived nearby. Thinking if we were freshly showered that we would be more appealing for oral sex and intercourse, they retired to their master bathroom and we used their hall bathroom to shower and put on robes only.

The plan was also to meet again in the master bedroom, and swap in the master bed with all four of us in the room. I knew that this would be awkward, but I planned to slip out with the other guy as soon as possible so I could really get into some serious, full-blown sex with him. I told him that when we talked on the telephone a week before this meeting. I had talked privately to him, and his wife talked privately with my husband.

I showered with my husband and then put on just a long, white terrycloth robe, being naked underneath. We walked to the master bedroom, where the other couple was already naked under the sheet and waiting for us with some rock music playing rather loudly.

I knew they had already had experience swapping spouses, so the biggest problem might be my husband. They watched in the dim light of a bedside lamp as we removed our robes and stood there naked, wondering how to get started. The guy patted the bed between them, looking straight at me, wanting me there. I could see my husband was really nervous as he watched me get onto the bed on top of the sheet between the other couple, lying boldly exposed. The other woman motioned for him to sit in a chair beside the bed because there was not enough room in bed for all four of us. He frowned and sat in the chair, which put him around and behind a tall bedside cabinet and out of my line of sight.

I knew my husband would be slow to get started since he had already asked the other couple to go slow and help us with the swap. But with hubby out of sight behind the cabinet and the other guy’s wife on her side keeping hubby occupied, I quickly got under the cover next to the other guy. Seconds later, I grabbed his penis and testicles and started an all out attack on his genitals with both hands, rubbing, squeezing, and stroking vigorously. I was startled at the size of his penis, easily being the largest penis I had ever felt. Within a minute he was rock hard and even larger. I went under the sheet and sucked on just the head of his penis for a minute or so because that was all I could fit inside my mouth. His penis was SO MUCH LARGER than I expected. I knew that he would soon be stretching my pussy wide open.

After vigorously sucking the head of his penis for a few minutes, I laid back and he moved over on top of me, ready for intercourse. Fortunately I was very wet from the dinner wine. I had no thoughts for my husband as I felt the guy toy with my vagina with the head of his hard penis, and then start moving inside me. Oh my, the head was huge and popped through the opening inside me first, followed by a thick shaft that just kept wedging me open. I groaned and closed my eyes as he kept moving deeper inside me. Oh shit, this guy was big! Oh fuck!

I glanced at the backside of the other woman and assumed that she was stroking hubby’s penis where he sat around the corner in the bedside chair. Good, she still had him distracted away from me.

Just as I looked back, this guy hit bottom inside me and I gasped! He held his penis firmly there, letting my vagina relax and get used to his huge size, fully filling me up. Oh my, what a monster penis. He could see the pain on my face, which of course was nothing new to him from being with other women.

Less than a minute later, he backed out of me most of the way before quickly slamming back inside me and bottoming out again. Oh my god, I felt myself almost pass out from the f***e of his manhood ramming my cervix so hard. I gasped again with my mouth open and felt him place a small pill inside my mouth which I reflexively swallowed without thinking.

He whispered in my ear, “Now it won’t hurt so much!”

I wondered what I had just swallowed, but it was too late to avoid it. I just had to accept what he had whispered in my ear.

He kept banging me and banging me and it kept hurting and I kept gasping for a few more minutes until I suddenly noticed that the pain was becoming less as he continued. I felt myself drifting to a lower level of consciousness. He started banging me harder when he saw that the pill was taking effect.

Faintly, I remember him pulling out of me, pulling the sheet back, and walking me to the back bedroom door. I wondered where we were going, but I had asked him to separate us from my hubby and his wife as soon as possible. Opening and closing the door behind us seemed to make almost no sound at all, at least not enough to be heard with the loud music in the room.

I felt the coolness of the night air on my nakedness as he walked me over to a padded bench where a naked black guy was already waiting for me on his back. This guy moved me forward over the black guy and suddenly I felt the black guy’s penis entering me as I was placed face down on top of him. I say “placed” because I was not moving myself into position. After a few quick upward pumps inside me, which seemed to have almost no feeling, I faintly felt someone fingering my anus.

My face was turned sideways by the husband, my cheeks pinched open, and his rigid penis f***ed quickly inside my mouth. And rapidly he started fucking my face while the black guy kept upward fucking me from underneath me. I was barely conscious at that point and nothing was painful, much to my surprise as I felt my face severely stretching to accept the white guy’s huge penis pumps.

I had never been used like that before, and with the pill he got me to swallow, I was not feeling much of anything. They were definitely enjoying themselves and I was being used the way I like, except more than expected.

Suddenly the fingers in my anus got my attention again, and I marveled that I was not in pain just before I felt a large penis f***efully rammed into my rectum. Now all three guys were using me to the max in a sawing sort of rhythm that I wondered might damage my body. The pussy and rectum pumps were alternating, gyrating my hips forwards and backwards between them. Both guys were groaning loudly in pleasure the way they were using my body. They knew EXACTLY what they wanted, and they were getting it from me.

I faintly remember feeling one of the guys cuming inside my vagina just a minute or so before the other guy came in my rectum. Cum was now also running out of my mouth and I was choking as the husband also came.

I struggled to try and get up as I choked trying to breathe in spite of a large volume of cum in my mouth, only to feel myself being pushed back down.

Everyone pulled out of me about the same time. I felt myself being carried across the back patio through a door on the other end of the house. All three guys placed me on a large mattress on the floor. There were other naked guys, black and white, in the room. They came over to me. The first three guys stepped aside and let three new guys move onto the mattress with me. I was moved into several positions and 3-fucked again, mouth, pussy, and rectum. But nothing hurt. I remember being amazed that nothing was hurting me as each guy took one of my openings and fucked me savagely hard.

This continued for what seemed like a long time with guys taking turns with my body as each guy came inside me or all over me, or both, and finished. I was making very little sound except gasping as my body was fucked every which way but loose. All I could hear was swishing sounds and moans and groans as they continued to use me as they pleased.

Then even in my semi-consciousness, I noticed pain returning and started verbalizing my pain as they fucked me. Some white guy noticed this and came out of the crowd with a needle, grabbed my arm, inserted the needle, and emptied the contents in my arm muscle. It stung sharply.

I faintly heard what sounded like my husband loudly say “You d**gged her!”

Then I also heard one of the black guys said “Shut up, white boy, just enjoy the show!”

The pain quickly left again as the fucking continued in all three of my openings. This continued for probably three or four more hours as each guy in the room appeared to be taking his turn with me. Slowly I noticed guys getting dressed and leaving until finally it was just the four of us in the room.

I lay exhausted on my back on the mattress with my eyes closed, still barely conscious. I remember thinking, “It’s over!”

Then I felt someone flip me over onto my stomach and enter my anus with his penis, viciously pumping me as fast as he could until he came inside me. It was not until the next day that I discovered that was my husband.

I was allowed to lay there for a couple hours until I got my wits about me and walked back to the hall bathroom to dress. My husband drove us home. It was probably 4am when we returned. That was more fucking than I have ever had in my life. The next day my body felt wonderfully satisfied sexually, although I did not remember much in the way of orgasms when it happened.

Story by Jill Vincent