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Awakening of Mrs. Anjelina Wright

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It started with a simple question.

“What does swinging mean?” I asked.

I sat at my computer on a Saturday morning wearing sweats and a wrinkled T-shirt.

My husband, Bill, was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table.

“What?” he asked, a surprised set of eyebrows poked over the top of the folded black and white page.

“I’m surfing the Internet and up pops this ad about swinging. It’s clearly an adult ad and,” I glanced somewhat accusatorily in my husband’s direction, “it’s not the first time I’ve seen this particular ad pop up”

I sat cross-legged and must’ve looked as naïve as a schoolgirl.

“I delete it every time, but…” I continued. “You really must load some parental controls. Anyway, I’ve just never heard this word before, that’s all.”

“Angelina, Baby, you’re serious?” Bill asked, now putting down his paper, his broad, athletic shoulders showing beneath his worn-thin college T-shirt.

“Serious as a heart attack.”

In so many awkward words, my husband calmly explained swinging to me. He said it was for liberated couples, who choose to share partners, usually with other married couples, to spice up their sex lives. He said sometimes committed couples, once they’re settled down and have all the children they want, might decide to indulge in some swapping with one or more other couples, just for fun.

“No way!” I said. “You think that really happens?” My slender, proportionate body tingled with shock, maybe a small amount of excitement, too.

“Yes, I think it happens all the time,” he said sincerely. “It’s just recreational sex. But I suspect it can only work, if ever, when the couple is truly in love,… when they trust one another implicitly,… and there’s no jealousy,… none whatsoever,… and they don’t take sex too seriously,… but they both sincerely want the other to have fun.”

I laughed with embarrassment, thinking quietly to myself “You want me to have fun, no?”

You see, I am a small town girl from a conservative, tight-knit family. I met Bill through mutual friends and, after a brief courtship, we fell in love and, eight years ago, got married. Our lives together have been happy, but much the same as everyone else we know: early thirties, two small children under the age of six, a cute mutt of a dog for a pet and, after eight years together, straight missionary sex once a week. Don’t get me wrong, when I asked Bill about swinging I really was happy and, as unbelievable as it may now sound, I truly had no clue what the word “swinging” really meant. I was in denial and, frankly, I was probably just blissfully happy because I didn’t know what I didn’t know.

Recently, however, something happened that changed my life with Bill forever. So much so, that I wanted to share my story with someone but, in this small town, I am both too close to too many people and not really close enough to anyone to risk entrusting my deepest secrets with anyone I know. So, when I came across your website and read a few of your stories, I knew I had discovered the perfect way for me to share at least one story of my own.

I work out of my home and make a living as a freelance fashion critic on the panel of a few well-known fashion magazines. While my husband travels frequently for work, I have preferred being a homebody and go out only when I have an assignment that requires me to leave the safe confines of my home. Bill works in the marketing department of a company that sells hospital equipment.

Bill and I are close friends with another couple, Jenna and Dave. Dave works in marketing for a major diagnostic imaging company and, with so much in common professionally, Dave and Bill have become close friends. Since my husband met Dave at a trade show three years ago, the two of them have become thick as thieves and they frequently talk on the phone about their industry’s most cutting edge information. Whether in town or out of town, they stay in touch and promote one another to clients.

Dave is taller than Bill, probably 6’1″, with an attractive, masculine built. He is well mannered, has a happy disposition and an infectious smile. His wife, Jenna, is an easy going, stunning blond — 5’6″, well-endowed with a voluptuous body. Wherever she goes, she is definitely the head-turner. Because Jenna is so confident and easy to talk to, she and I get along almost as famously as our husbands. And since Dave makes good money, Jenna does not work outside the home, which means she is able to come over to my house from time to time for some quality time when I don’t feel like going out.

On occasion, we do accompany our husbands when they travel out of town for business, mostly to sleep in fancy hotel rooms, try on expensive clothes, sip expensive coffee and enjoy our husband’s expense accounts. But, mostly, I stay home.

Jenna often came over to borrow DVDs to take home and watch. We both have a sizeable collection of movies, mine mostly classics, hers mostly new romantics, which we freely swap. A few days ago, Jenna returned a stack of old DVDs that she had borrowed. After she returned them, the stack sat unnoticed on a bookshelf in the den for a couple of days before I decided to return them to their rightful spots among my collection. As I ticked through in alphabetical order, I noticed one of Jenna’s DVD cases had no title on it.

“What have we here?” I asked myself, with half a thought to set aside the unlabeled DVD until I could ask Jenna directly.

But the children were at school and I was alone with nothing to do, so I decided to slip it in the DVD player and check it out.

As soon as it started playing, I was astonished to see explicit sex scenes of Dave and Jenna flicker across the flatscreen in front of me. It was a compilation, almost one hour in duration, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen until I had seen the whole unedited production in one sitting.

It started with Jenna lying down on their bed and Dave placing two pillows under her ass. Propped up this way, her perfect little pussy shown like a ripe peach. Dave stepped into frame, sporting a well-endowed cock at least 9 inches long and quite thick. In fact, it looked too long and too cylindrical to be real. Its size made me recall a comment Bill once made that porn stars will sometimes put extenders on their penises to make them look monstrously huge. It occurred to me that Bill could be wearing such an extender, although his tool certainly looked genuine enough. Jenna took it with both her small hands and kissed it. Dave tried shoving it in her mouth, but she could not swallow even half of it. She rotated it in her mouth in a circular motion. Dave moaned with pleasure.

After receiving a bit of oral, Dave got back to real action, he placed his cock on the tip of Jenna’s vagina and rotated it in tight circles. Jenna began to moan and push her pussy upwards to swallow Dave’s cock in her folds. He teased and titillated her until she could not wait any longer.

“Oh Jesus,” Jenna moaned, “Fuck meeeee!!! Shove it in now and fuck me hard.”

Honestly, I was taken aback by Jenna’s aggressive, explicit pleas. I felt like I knew her well, but I never had heard her talk like that before.

With a bellow, Dave pushed forward, sinking his ramrod deep into her hole. Seconds later, both of them were thrashing and groaning.

The screen flickered to black before switching to another encounter. I sat dumbfounded on the floor in front of the screen, cross-legged as an Indian, my own pussy now awakened, waiting more.

In the next scene Jenna lay on her back on a low table, her legs lifted and held in her hands. Along side her were strewn a bunch of sex toys, dildos of different type, vibrators and an array of other gadgets. Dave’s lower body appeared in the scene and his cock crammed its way inside Jenna’s tight pussy.

“Sweetie, you think there is place for another one?” he asked. I imagined his winning smile staring down at her.

“Yeah, sure why not?” Jenna beamed.

“Well, which one?” asked Dave?

“You know I would rather have another real one than one of these toys,” she admitted.

“Okay, I’ll see if I can make that happen for you another day, perhaps,” he replied, “but let’s just imagine that this is another man’s hungry, large cock for now, okay? Look, it wants to fuck you so badly.”

And, with that, along side his own cock, Dave squeezed one of the dildos into Jenna’s screaming tight hole. I was amazed that she was able to take both his cock and the large, life-like toy at the same time.

Watching intently, I slipped my fingers into my own wet snatch to see whether my vagina could accommodate such a feat. I was sure that it couldn’t.

“Honey,” Dave continued, “we will fulfill your favorite fantasy some day real soon. I promise.”

“I’m can’t wait,” Jenna answered.

For a minute, Dave worked both his dick and the dildo in and out of Jenna’s gapping hole at the same time. She squirmed with delight, her eyes closed as she focused on her own private fantasy. I tried to imagine what she was thinking, what she was feeling, as I watched Dave’s dick and dildo competing for the same tiny real estate.

Dave then reclined on the bed and Jenna climbed on top of him, squatting on his shaft and taking support from his hands. She thrust her pussy on his cock, moving up and down. After a while, Dave came as he pulled out his cock and splashed cum all over Jenna’s pussy and breasts.

In yet another episode, Jenna placed a blindfold on Dave. She stretched out on the bed then put chocolate at a few points along her body, including her belly button, breasts, pussy, hips and so on. Blindfolded, Dave searched for the chocolate spots with his tongue. He started at her belly, traveled to her belly button, licked it clean and then explored her body until he reached her breasts. He sucked them clean and then traveled down to her pussy. Jenna moaned in ecstasy. She put her hands on his head, pressed him downward to guide his tongue to the spot where she needed it most.

“Oh, fuck, Baby. That’s it. Fuck, that’s it,” she purred.

With a loud shriek, she exploded with a torrential orgasm.

“Oh, God,” I thought to myself, “Look how much fun they’re having. I never realized sex could be such fun.”

There were many more sex scenes, probably ten total, with Dave and Jenna bAngelng away, bumping nasties, in almost every conceivable position and saying some unbelievably raunchy things to one another. To say that I was hot and bothered would have been the understatement of the century. I watched the entire recording and then just sat in the middle of my floor stunned, not knowing what to do.

I thought that I would tell Bill about it, but I was not sure how he would take it. All day, I was in a heightened state of sexual arousal and kept thinking about the DVD. It would not leave my mind, not even for a second. Later that night, I could hardly sleep. Images of Dave and Jenna kept dancing before my eyes. I wondered what Jenna meant by saying that she wanted to have another real dick fuck her with Dave. It was all very confusing,… challenging to my preconditioned ideas,… but one thing was undeniable: as I rolled the images over in my mind, clinging to Bill in the night, I was able to privately massage my swollen clit and bring myself to orgasm more times than I could count.

The next day, when the children left for school, I sat naked on my leather sofa and played the DVD again from beginning to the end. I replayed it again for a second time and, again, a third time. I shuffled the scenes, fast-forwarded to see what excited me most. For the entire week, I watched the DVD every day. I was so sexually charged and excited that the blend of images remained on my mind at all times. Whenever I slipped my fingers down to check whether my panties were soiled, I instantly exploded. My face was flushed all the time, such that Bill even noticed.

“Honey, do you have a fever?” he asked, “You look lost most of the time these days. Is everything alright?” He seemed sincerely concerned about my wellbeing.

I knew I needed to tell Bill about the DVD, but I simply could not work up the nerve or decide when and how, so I kept my little secret to myself for a while, hoping that Jenna wouldn’t ask me if I’d found one of their home movies in the meantime.

Summer vacation was coming up and we decided to send the children to their grandparents for the week. Bill’s parents and sister lived in a town close by so it was easy to send the children away for a week of fun with their grandparents and cousins. If I’m honest with myself, I felt liberated the moment they picked up the children and whisked them away.

“Okay, girlie, now’s your one and only opportunity to come clean,” I told myself.

When Bill hit the bed that night, I exited the closet in a sheer pink nightie that Bill bought for me a long time ago. In my left hand, trembling with nerves, I held Dave and Jenna’s exposé.

“Wow,” Bill said appreciatively. “What’s that?” he added, nodding toward my hand.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak, so I simply dropped the DVD in the bedroom DVD player and let the moving pictures speak for themselves.

“Honey,” Bill exclaimed, “where did you get this?”

“Jenna gave it to me by mistake,” I confessed.

Honestly, he wasn’t listening to my response because Jenna’s pussy was staring him right in the face on the 42″ screen at the foot of the bed. I could see Bill’s penis spring to life beneath the sheets.

We sat quietly and watched the movie play. I basically had it memorized by now. When we got to the scene where Jenna was getting stuffed by two dicks, one real and one fake, I asked Bill about it.

“Double penetration? I suspect a lot of women have a fancy about double penetration,” he explained. “You know, if one is good, two must be better. That kind of thing?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” I said sheepishly.

As he explained, Bill put his hand on my pussy and slipped two fingers inside. My pussy was thoroughly wet and throbbing and, after a week of masturbating every chance I had, my quivering hole probably could have accepted ten fingers at the same time. I took no time for me to climax, and I reached an orgasm as soon as he began moving his hand against my swollen clit.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah,” I said, probably the first time I’d used those kinds of words ever in our relationship. It felt empowering. “Use my pussy, baby, use me.”

“Honey, I don’t know what’s gotten in to you,” Bill said, “but I like it.”

That night Bill and I had sex many times and, when we finally fell asleep, we slept totally entwined with one another.

“Bill, should we return the DVD,” I asked in the middle of the night.

“I don’t know. Geez, it’s Dave and Jenna for Pete’s sake. Wouldn’t they be embarrassed? They’re such good friends, wouldn’t they just die?”

The next two nights we played the DVD again and again. We could hardly sleep, as sex and watching Dave and Jenna have sex — was the only thing on our minds. We acted like a newly married couple. We screwed like rabbits.

Later that week, Bill left town on business. That evening, I got a call from Jenna informing me that Dave had been out of town for the past two days, too, that she didn’t know when he would get back and that she was bored.

“You wanna spend the night together at my house?” she asked.

“Sure, why not,” I agreed.

“Okay then, I’ll pick you up around seven thirty.”

Jenna was prompt as usual.

“Wait a few minutes,” I called down, “I just need to grab a few things.”

“Don’t bother with nightwear,” she replied. “I have plenty. I’m sure we can manage.”

After stuffing a few necessities in an overnight bag, soon we left in her car. On the way I got a call on my cell phone from Bill. I told him that, since Dave was out, too, I was going to spend the night with Jenna. He said that would be okay and that he was not likely to return home for another couple of days.

At Jenna’s house, we gossiped for a while, ordered a pizza for dinner and had a couple of glasses of wine. After we ate, we moved to the master bedroom to get comfortable and watch some TV the same bedroom that I had seen in the DVD with a king size bed and bedside tables on both sides. We put the near empty bottle of wine and empty wine glasses on one bedside table, I dropped my purse beside the bed, and then we walked to the adjoining dressing room and bathroom.

“Here, let’s find you something to wear tonight,” Jenna offered sweetly.

Her wardrobe included a huge collection of sexy lingerie, babydoll dresses, camisoles, chemises, knickers, bustiers, etc. A lot of it looked very fancy, wild and sexy. Some of her dresses were made of sheer, barely-there fabric.

“Wow, girlfriend, so much trashy lingerie! What do you do with all this?”

“Honey, when you spend two-thirds of your life in the bedroom, why not?”

She offered this explanation as a simple matter of fact.

“So, what would you like to wear?”

“I don’t know. Most nights, I wear a cotton pajama set,” I said meekly, the words sounding even too shamefaced for me.

“Well, not tonight,” Jenna said. “Tonight, why don’t you try on something sexy? Here, take off your clothes while I pick out some lingerie for you.”

I stripped down to my bra and panties and stood there while Jenna rifled through her wardrobe like she worked at a laundry mat. She made a few selections and then turned to give them to me.

“Sweetheart,” she ticked, staring at my underwear, “you’re a fashion critic, aren’t you? That will never do.”

I looked down at myself and had to agree that I hadn’t worn my best set of bra and panties.

Jenna put her clothes on the dressing table, grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around. With the skill of a professional dresser, she unsnapped my bra and pulled my panties to the floor in a series of lightning quick motions. The room temperature air felt chilly on my exposed skin. Goosebumps pricked up all over.

“Okay, try these,” Jenna said, offering me a stack of nighties.

I tried on a few long, silky dresses and then an expensive set of French lingerie — flesh-colored bra, knickers and see through, front-open camisole. Very sheer, very erotic.

“This is too revealing,” I thought to myself.

“Why don’t you give me something else?” I asked.

“Love, you’ve reached your limit. This looks fantastic on your perky little body, trust me.”

I searched for one last line of excuses.

“But, I don’t usually wear a bra at night,” I argued weakly.

“Okay, so don’t wear the bra. Just wear the knickers with the camisole. That will look perfect on you.”

Jenna’s expression told me she wouldn’t accept “no” for an answer.

“Why so shy? There is no one here except you and me, remember?”

“Okay,” I submitted.

Jenna turned me again and removed my bra.

“There, perfect,” she declared.

Once I was dressed, Jenna stripped off her day clothes. In an instant, they ended up in a pile on the floor. I watched her graceful body move around the room as she searched for something to wear. She had large, firm breasts and pretty pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and skin smooth with just a hint of light blond fuzz, leading downward to her blond and sparsely haired pubic mound. The sight of her flawless body gave me a twinge of conditioned response — a tingle of memory of her home movie showing her having intercourse with Dave over and over again.

After a picking a few alternatives, Jenna finally selected a sexy, sky blue silk robe, full-length and totally transparent, with nothing to wear underneath.

We moved to the bedroom, and Jenna went for the wine.

“Dang, almost out,” she murmured. “Let me grab another, even better bottle. I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared through the bedroom door and headed down the hallway toward the kitchen. I scanned the room to fill in all my memories, then hopped up on the bed and waited for her to return. There was a wooden wall unit on the wall facing the bed. There was a TV and on the top shelf, a video camera mounted on a folded tripod.

“Ah-hah, the camera,” I said to myself. “There it is.”

Before my thoughts carried me too far away, Jenna returned with another bottle of wine.

“A Barrossa Valley Shiraz. I love this stuff,” Jenna announced, rotating the label to me like she was an expert sommelier. “Southern Australia. Bold, fruity, like a mouthful of blackberry jam.”

“Well, don’t just stand there,” I said, “pour me a glass.”

We chatted for a while, mostly small talk about toe nail polish and waxing. Then there was a beep on the cell phone in my purse. I leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved my phone. It was an SMS from Bill:-


I was a little confused about the message but the wine was certainly smoothing things out for me, or maybe the wine was confusing me, I couldn’t tell.

“Did Bill mean that I should have sex with Jenna?” I asked myself. “Surely not.”

I must have looked a little puzzled to Jenna.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” She asked.

“No,… no,… It’s just Bill, saying for me to have a good night,” I replied. “He’s so thoughtful.”

I wondered to myself if I had ever specifically discussed with Bill whether or not I was interested in having sex with another woman. Once in reply to a pointed question, I told him that when I see a very sexy girl, I feel weak in the knees and have a strange ticklish feeling in my stomach.

To change the subject, I picked up the remote and tried to switch on the TV.

“Uhhh, you’re using the wrong remote there, girl,” Jenna said.

I kept clicking the power button again and again, but Jenna continued to try to instruct me.

“That one is for the camera, see.”

She pointed to the video camera’s red light as it flicked on and off.

“Here, try this one,” Jenna said, giving me another remote.

I dropped the camera remote on the bed, took the other remote from Jenna and successfully switched on the TV. We watched a new show on HBO. The show had some brief nudity, but we kept our small talk going and didn’t watch it too closely.

Jenna’s robe was untied at the waist and gaped open down the front. I noticed her toned and muscular legs. The slope of her foot was graceful, her ankles were narrow, her thighs were creamy.

Beside her was the bedside table where I knew, from watching Dave and Jenna’s DVD, they kept a cock-shaped vibrator. I bit my lip, fighting the temptation to ask her about what must have been her favorite toy. I certainly had witnessed the pleasure it gave her.

After a while, Jenna got up to make sure all the exterior doors were locked. When she left the room, I couldn’t fight back the temptation any longer, so I quickly opened the drawer to her bedside table and saw that it had not only one vibrator but an assortment of sex toys. I picked up a couple to inspect them more closely but, hearing Jenna walking down the hall toward the bedroom, I hurriedly closed the drawer. The drawer handle clanged when I shut the drawer, so I was sure that I had been caught snooping. Jenna showed no signs of suspicion, however, as she leapt onto the bed and continued where we’d left off — TV, more wine and sharing secrets about our lives before marriage. Admittedly, Jenna’s stories were far more interesting than mine.

Suddenly a phone rang on my side of the bed and, before I could pick it up, Jenna crawled over me and picked up the phone. She laid across my lap, her uncovered pussy right on top of mine, and propped herself on her elbows. After rocking back and forth a couple of times to get comfortable, she answered the phone from that position. When she moved side to side, I could feel her pelvis grind down onto mine and I felt a little something happening inside me, some sort of excitement build up like a small circuit breaker sparking my pussy. Suddenly, I was aware that I was little wet between my legs.

“Hey, Honey,” Jenna said. “Yeah? Okay. No, that’ll be great. Angel is here with me, and neither of us is in any condition to drive, so…”

There was a pause while Jenna listened as the caller talked.

“No, perfect. Okay. Great. See you in a bit. Okay, Bye.”

Jenna hung up the phone, turned on her hip, still reclining across my lap, and gave me a look. Her neatly shaved muff seemed to wink at me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Dave finished his trip earlier than scheduled and he is on his way back to home.”

“Oh, then I should go,” I said, suddenly feeling out of place.

“Yeah, right!” Jenna joked. “You heard me tell Dave that I had a special guest. It’s not a problem. He said he would sleep in the guest room.”

A charge ran through my body, either a shiver or a thrill, I wasn’t sure which. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my exposed breasts and asked Jenna, “Should I change into something more appropriate?”

Jenna put her hand around my waist, embracing me in a clutch almost like a wrestling move.

“No, Dave has the key to the main door. He will go to the guest room and sleep there. No worries.”

Jenna went into the bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth. I took her hint and brushed my teeth, too. Then we both climbed back on top of the covers and continued our sleepover as if nothing happened.

My mind wandered to Dave coming home early.

In a little while, we heard the noise of keys at the door and Dave entering the house. Shortly later, I heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards the bedroom. I looked at Jenna, wanting to ask “I thought you said he wouldn’t see me like this,” but in a flash Dave was standing in the doorway holding a glass of wine in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. He was wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts imprinted with red lips and bold letters reading “REAL WOMEN SWALLOW.”

I realized that the bright lights that beamed from the TV were showing him our fully exposed bodies. I felt over-exposed.

“Wow, isn’t this a dream come true — two beautiful women warming up my bed!”

“Hey, Honey, welcome home,” Jenna said eagerly. She jumped up to give him a welcome home kiss. Their kiss lingered a little longer than was comfortable for me.

“Listen, I know we had a deal, but it’s been a boring week, and the guest room is so boring, unless one of you objects, I was thinking maybe I can sleep up here with you two.”

Jenna looked at me as she climbed back into bed. I didn’t move.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Dave said without hesitating.

Jenna moved over and made place for him on her side of the bed.

“Wine?” David asked.

“I can’t,” I said, “I’m afraid I’ve already had enough.”

“Oh, come now, one more little glass won’t do any harm,” he chided as he refreshed both of our glasses.

Jenna sat up in bed and passed my glass to me then took hers. When she reclined against the pillows, her robe was completely open down the middle, revealing her large breasts, spry nipples and small triangle of trimmed blond fur below her waist.

Dave leaned forward and drank us in with his eyes.

“Great lingerie girls. You been having fun?”

I was having a little strange feeling in my stomach and my heart started pounding very fast. For a moment, the fleeting thought crossed my mind about Bill’s SMS — that he knew this was going to happen tonight.

“Dave and Bill are best friends,” I thought. “They talk about everything.”

“Say, can I get you two to get up and show me how great you both look in that sexy lingerie?” Dave asked sweetly. “I’ve had a tough week and it certainly would help get me out of these duldroms.”

Jenna rolled over me and pulled me to the floor with her. Jenna was bold but I still felt a little too exposed. Dave gave us both a good, long look from top to bottom.

“Wow, you both look marvelous,” he praised. “Absolutely marvelous.”

He couldn’t hide the growing bulge that was taking shape in his boxer shorts.

“Can I ask for something?” he asked.

“Sure. Ask for anything,” Jenna responded. “Anything you want.”

Jenna looked at me to see if I agreed. I bit my lower lip, looked deeply into her eyes and timidly nodded “yes.”

“Angel is a fashion critic. Why don’t we have a fashion show like Victoria’s Secret does in Times Square? And the two of you can do the cat walk.”

I swear I already could see the tip of Dave’s penis poke out from the slit in his shorts.

“Well, it will need some planning and organizing but, with a little time,…” Jenna paused.

“Look, you’ve got the clothes, and the best fashion critic in town here,” Dave said, looking at me, “so it should not be any problem, right?”

“Right,” Jenna said.

“You’re right,” I agreed cheerfully, “As long as Jenna is going to help, we should be able to put on a great show for you.”

“Okay, you girls go get ready, I’ll be the judge. Marks will be awarded not only for the lingerie but also for the stage performance. And the best model will get a prize.”

Dave was as excited as a schoolboy on Christmas morning.

I don’t know how I mustered the courage, but I was excited. Maybe it was Bill’s SMS, maybe it was the wine, maybe it was just the lighthearted influence of Jenna and Dave.

Jenna and I entered the dressing room and closed the door. Meanwhile Dave put on some pulsing trance music to suit the occasion ideally.

Jenna opened the wardrobe and took out some lingerie. She suggested that we start with something sober and build up the tempo with wilder ones later in the show. We lined up our outfits so that once the show starts we wouldn’t waste any time.

The fist two dresses were simple ones. For Jenna it was two-piece babydoll and thong with embroidered and sequined sheer mesh. For me, a two-piece babydoll set, with open front, satin bow tie and thong in leopard lace trim. In all we selected five dresses. With each change, we became sexier, wilder and naughtier.

The fifth dress selected for me was a transparent full-length robe of a very thin material and, for Jenna, a silk Chemise with strappy, open back, adorned with a floral appliqué, elasticized straps that came with a G-string.

The show went on without a hitch. It was both sexy, flirtatious and funny. I was having the time of my life flashing my wares in front of Dave and Jenna, and they both were so comfortable including me in what probably was a routine session for them.

“That’s beautiful, Jenna,” Dave cheered. “The scores are close, so I’d say it’s anyone’s call at this point.”

After the fifth dress, Dave said he would tally the scores.

“You do that while we pull out one last encore,” Jenna told Dave.

I was wondering what Jenna was thinking, since we had decided on modeling only five outfits.

Back in the dressing room, I flipped through the racks of clothes as I asked Jenna “So, what are you going to wear next?”

“I’m thinking maybe this will do,” Jenna said.

I turned to see what she’d picked, but she was totally nude, wearing nothing but high heels. She waived her arms as if she was Vanna White revealing a daily double.

“Jenna!” I exclaimed.

“Join me,” she said, already helping me remove my clothes. “This will be the most incredible surprise for Dave ever.”

I kept my eyes closed and my hands on Jenna’s curvy hips while she peeled off my clothes. My pussy was sopping wet and both Jenna and I knew it. The closet smelled of sensual musk.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Jenna said enticingly.

When we came out of the closet, Dave surprised us as much as we surprised him. He already had removed his T-shirt and boxer shorts and was as nude as we were. His 9″ cock was fully erect and glistening at the tip in the dim light.

“Wow,” Dave said.

“So, who gets first prize?” I asked.

“We have a tie. The winner will be decided in extra innings,… consider it in second show,” Dave smiled, as he walked over to give us both a warm hug.

Jenna went close to him, he hugged her then came to me and put his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck. His fully erect shaft brushed against my pussy. I immediately exploded, as if a dam had burst, and my legs were flooded with sweet, slippery juices that were flowing down from my pussy.

“So, what is this second show that you were talking about?” Jenna whispered.

“Both of you,… putting on a show for me,… on the bed. Let’s see if you can organize a bed show as well as you did your floor show.”

Jenna took my hand and led me to the bed. We crawled onto the bed and Jenna slowly climbed on top of me. My naked breasts pushed against hers. She licked my lips and captured my mouth. Jenna broke the kiss after a sugary moment and then she moved herself down my body to my breasts. She pinched my hard nipples and I gasped slightly. She did it again, and again, rolling my fully erect nipples between her fingers before leaning down to suck on one. I whimpered as sensations of her tongue on my breast ran through me. Jenna turned to the other nipple and sucked on that one, too. She flicked her tongue over the nipple before nipping it with her lips and then repeated the process on the other breast.

I closed my eyes as Jenna gently kissed way down to my soft pubic hair. The hairs rippled as Jenna blew soft warm air across them before finding my secret hood and uncovering my clit. Her fingers brushed across it before harshly pinching it.

“Oh!” I gasped, spreading my legs widely to give Jenna, and Dave, a full view of my inner thighs.

Jenna wrapped her lips around my mound and sucked, her tongue flicking in and out and pressing it.

“Ohhh, Jenna! That’s it! That’s it!” I moaned, tipping back my head.

Jenna continued sucking and using her tongue on my clit as she stroked her fingers up and down my soft pussy lips. She plunged in one finger, then she pushed in another finger, and began to pump slowly in and out as she nibbled on my clit.

I raised my hips off the mattress, maneuvering to get her fingers as far inside me as I could. After a few quick strokes, I quickly began to come.

“Oh, God,… Oh, my God,… Uhhhhhh,… Uh-huh,… Oh, Oh, Oh,…. Uhhh-huuuuhhh!” I screamed, an intense orgasm coming hard.

Jenna licked whatever juices were coming down my legs. The pleasure was immense.

Dave got up and opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a huge dildo. It was a long, two-headed dong, with the head of a cock at both ends.

“Try this,” he said.

Jenna rolled onto her back and took one end in her pussy. She scooted close to me at the foot of the bed, placing both of us on our backs, butt to butt. Holding one end of the dildo in her own pussy, she slowly inserted the other end in mine. It took us a moment to figure out that the toy worked best if we both moved vigorously. I lurched back and forth, pushing on the headboard at the top of the bed with both hands and pushing with frog legs below.

Jenna squealed with excitement.

“Yes,… Yes,… Fuck, yes!” she screamed.

The double-dong penetrated both of us deeply but I could tell when she flexed her muscles and clutched the dong with her pussy because she was able to push the dong deeply into my vagina.

“Again,” I called, and she pushed it in and out of me with skill.

After a few deep strokes, the dildo popped out of my sodden hole. Dave was standing at the foot of the bed. He was staring eagerly at my quivering womanhood.

“Okay, no more toys,” Jenna pronounced. “We need the real thing now.”

She pulled Dave close and, as he stood by the side of the bed, I took his huge cock in one hand and slid my other hand slowly over it. I stroked it as if it was a dove and, unwilling to wait any longer, I gently kissed the tip of his long shaft. Jenna joined me and we took turns sucking on the enlarged head of his massive cock.

“Fuck. Yeah, that’s good,” he said encouragingly.

I peeked up at Jenna each time I put Dave’s penis in my mouth. She smiled contentedly, happy for me and happy for Dave. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t take his full length in my mouth — no way.

Dave climbed onto the bed and lay on his back with his huge cock facing up.

“Ride it,” Jenna coached me.

I put my trembling legs over him and slowly slid my pussy down onto Dave’s cock, cowgirl style.

“Will I be able to take the whole of it?” I wondered to myself.

To my surprise, it went in comfortably without any pain. A week’s worth of hardcore masturbation must’ve helped. This gave me sufficient confidence to go ahead, to go with the flow, whatever happened. I had total control on the movement of my pussy, although Dave was trying to push his cock upwards, there was a little he could achieve since I controlled my bounce up and down. He was my toy for the moment, and I was enjoying it.

Jenna lay beside Dave and opened up her legs for me to see. She worked her fingers in and out of her pussy.

Looking directly at me, she said encouraging, “keep it going, girlfriend. That looks so good. Fuck her, Baby.”

After a few more strokes, Dave signaled for me to lie down. I pulled myself off of him, rolled onto my back and opened my legs. Dave positioned himself on top of me and rested his body on his strong arms. Jenna reached over and took his throbbing cock and positioned its tip at the edge of my yawning opening. Dave pushed forward and started thrusting his ramrod vigorously in and out of me. Each thrust was harder, still harder, than the one before. And with each thrust, I felt like an electric current was running through me.

Jenna straddled me so I could eat her pussy. It tasted sweet.

“Ohhh,” Jenna groaned.

Between flicks of my tongue, I let out my own weeping sigh. The dam was bursting, drowning me. I sank.

In a turbulent confluence of flesh and sweat and juice and energy, all three of us climaxed and the room was filled with sounds of moans and shrieks.

The night was an endless orgy. Towards the early morning hours, we eventually fell on the bed completely exhausted. Jenna was in the center, I was on one side and Dave was on the other.

Jenna got up and went to pee. When she returned, she lay down beside me and pushed me to the center of the bed.

“You won the fashion show,” Jenna announced. “So you get to be in the middle.”

As I faced Dave, he put his one hand on my waist and a leg on my hip. Jenna’s body was entwined with mine from behind, her hand was on my breasts, and soon we all drifted off to asleep.

That night, I had a strange dream. Dave and I were having sex on a raised platform, like a boxing ring. Dave put my legs over his shoulders and fucked me vigorously. Bill and Jenna also were on the stage and a crowd of people was all around us. Thousands of people on all sides of the ring were cheering and applauding us.

“Fuck her hard. Fuck her hard. Fuck her hard,” the crowd chanted.

The next evening, Bill returned from his business trip and everything returned to normal. We had dinner and retired to the bed before Bill asked me anything about my sleepover with Jenna. Needless to say, the tension was building for me as the night passed on.

Finally, Bill asked, “Oh, by the way, did you have fun last night?”

“Yes,” I said. “I was a bit puzzled after receiving your SMS on my cell phone though.”

“Puzzled?” Bill asked. “Baby, don’t tease me any more. You can hardly walk tonight, so I’m guessing that my message was a very clear. I can guess what happened last night.”

I was surprised,… and relieved.

“Why don’t you just tell me how it went? And don’t leave out any of the details.”

I kissed Bill then narrated everything that had happened to me the night before. It didn’t take long for Bill to amass a huge erection. When I finished my story, we had sex as if we were newly weds. I concluded by telling him about the dream I had. I told him that I couldn’t understand its meaning.

“It’s telling me that you’ve become a liberated woman.”

“Yeah, you think? Maybe so,” I thought.

Afterwards, I asked Bill a question.

“How is it that you suddenly sent me an SMS like that?”

“Now, don’t be surprised and don’t be angry, but this whole thing was planned by the three of us, from the moment you got that DVD, until everything that happened yesterday. Since you seemed curious about swinging, we decided to try getting you involved this way, even if I couldn’t tell whether your vibes were completely positive.”

I wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t.

“What a bad boy. And what bad friends. You went to these lengths to get me involved in your secret plan?”

“Baby, from the story you tell, I don’t think I went far enough.”

The next day seemed like the first day of my entire life, like I had just been born. Dave and Jenna invited us for dinner and I knew what to expect. I could hardly wait to have sex with Dave again. And the thought remained on my mind the whole day. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

We arrived at their house at the appointed time. It seemed to me that dinner was the last thing on any one’s mind. All of us were excited and eagerly awaited the main event to get start.

We sat down in the living room and Dave fixed everyone a drink.

Jenna said, “Angel, why don’t you help Dave with the drinks while I keep Bill Company?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” I readily agreed.

I willingly moved to the corner of the room where Dave was pouring drinks. Dave immediately took me in his arms and gave me a longing kiss. While kissing me, he put his hands on the back of my dress and artfully unhooked my bra. I took one of his hands and put it around my waist. He took no time removing my dress. It cascaded to the floor around my ankles. I pressed my near nude body tightly against him.

After a deep kiss, I reached down, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly. Like my dress, his trousers fell quickly to the floor. He turned me around and embraced my tightly from behind. It was then that I noticed that Jenna had moved to the sofa beside Bill. Both were stark naked already and Jenna’s mouth was going up and down the full length of Bill’s cock. Bill was massaging her breasts.

Bending me over the counter, Dave put his cock between my legs and pumped it in and out against the gusset of my sheer silk panties. It was perhaps one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. I was wet, he knew it, and I wanted to cum immediately.

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” Dave said.

I followed him willingly, admiring Dave’s penis as we walked down the long hall. His manhood was long, cylindrical, straight and thick. It looked liked a carved piece of sculpture, chiseled by an expert.

Reaching the bed, I pushed Dave onto his back, ripped off my panties and knelt over to hold his cock in my hand so I could admire it close up. I put my tongue on it and began working it in and out of my mouth. I felt like a little girl ravenously sucking on a hard earned lollypop.

Soon, Jenna and Bill joined us in the bedroom. Bill followed Jenna into the room with his arms around her waist. They joined us on the bed.

I reached up and kissed Bill, then I kissed Jenna.

“You know, Jenna,” Jenna said, playing with one of the remote controls, “last night when you were trying to turn on the TV, you forgot to switch off the camera, so we have a full recording of everything that happened the other night.”

With that, she flipped on the TV and a recording of our three-way activities flashed across the screen. The image showed me sprawled out on the bed sucking on Jenna while Dave was working his cock carefully in and out of my asshole. I had been in such a state of nirvana, that I hardly remembered this happening at all — and I certainly had forgotten to tell Bill.

I blushed with embarrassment.

“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Bill said with a smile. “I thought you told me everything?”

“Apparently not,” I confessed.

Bill looked down at Jenna. She was clearly the second most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. I could tell he wanted her and I wanted him to have her. Instinctively, I touched the back of Bill’s head and pushed his face onto Jenna’s golden triangle. Bill accepted the invitation and, with a quiet animal whimper, Bill dropped his head and put his tongue on Jenna’s pulsing sex lips, and lapped at it like it was a perfect scoop of vanilla ice cream.

“Ahhhhhh! Oh, my God, that feels so good!” Jenna moaned.

Instantly, I could tell that Jenna was in seventh heaven. She clearly enjoyed receiving oral. Like her, I agreed that there was something about it so tender, so worshipful. And while Dave was good, she had confided in me that he was a receiver, instead of a giver. He always wanted Jenna to give him oral pleasure without wanting to give it in return. With Bill now munching on her box, something I assumed she had fantasized about frequently during the past few months, I could tell that she knew what she had been missing.

“Oh, Bill. Oh, Bill,” Jenna panted. “Mmmm, he’s good, Dave. Mmmm, Angel, he’s good.”

Jenna was shaking with need. Her legs were spread wide open, her well-eaten vagina ready for more. Bill crawled between her legs. He knelt there with his penis throbbing. He slowly lifted her legs and placed one leg over each of his shoulders. He slid forward and brought the swollen head of his cock to the entrance of her vagina. When his penis touched Jenna’s sensitive lips, he felt her hunch downward in an urgent effort to get him inside. He pulled back to tease her and tried to control himself by rubbing his shaft between her open lips and over her engorged clit. But he couldn’t take even that for long himself, so he moved forward and slipped the head of his penis slowly inside, stopping midway to take it nice and slow.

“Mmmm. Ohhh,” Jenna moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure.

Bill’s penis hadn’t gone all the way in yet. Another three inches remained but he knew Jenna would be able to take the whole of it. With one final push, he watched as the whole his hard flesh was lapped up by Jenna’s warm and tight vagina.

“What a pussy,” Bill commented. “What a smokin’ hot, tight little pussy.”

“Fuck me,” Jenna cheered eagerly. “Fuck me hard.”

Bill pulled out. His cock was glistening wet with Jenna’s juices. He had never seen so much wetness, and I knew this turned him on more than he could have guessed. The look of his glistening wet cock pulling out of Jenna’s pussy made him even harder.

Patient no more, Bill thrust his shaft into Jenna with abandon. He drove Jenna into the mattress, doing the best he could to satisfy her wishes.

In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. Over and over, and over and over again. With each stroke, Bill was pushing Jenna deeper into the bed. One hard thrust and Jenna’s head was hAngelng off the edge of the bed. Jenna’s face turned red as blood was rushing to her head.

“Fuck,” Jenna screamed. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, Bill. Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

Dave and I were watching them in amazement.

More than he could take, Bill went as long as he could and then gave a few more strong thrusts before climaxing. With an animal moan, Bill pulled out and sprayed his hot cum all over Jenna’s writhing boding. Exhausted, Bill dropped down his torso onto Jenna’s, his head coming to rest on her heaving, cum-soaked breasts.

Now extremely worked up, I reached up and pulled down Dave until he was lying on top of me. I kissed his lips passionately, almost eating them. My hips pushed up into him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and that, based on how I felt right now, this wouldn’t be the last time I had sex with Dave, Jenna and Bill. I also knew that my rapidly approaching orgasm wouldn’t take long.

Dave inserted his large cock in my yearning pussy. It felt every bit as good as the first time, just a couple of nights ago.

“It seems like a lifetime ago,” I thought.

Dave moved in and out slowly at first. He held back the build up of speed. Soon enough, however, he was pounding into me just like Bill had pounded Jenna. My arms tightened around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. With each push, Dave’s balls slapped my ass cheeks. The sound of balls against my flesh created an echo around the room. His balls splattered my copious juices all over her thighs. Dave smiled his handsome smile while he worked me into a sexual frenzy.

Finally, I lost it.

“Oh God, fuck me!” I screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

My hips moved up to meet Dave’s every downward plunge. Knowing how large he was, I felt incredibly full and stretched. I took all of him — his strained mushroom head, thick shaft, down to his balls smacking against my ass cheeks. My body trembled as I raced towards climax.

“Holy, fuck.” I screamed. I screamed so loud the neighbor’s surely heard me. “Ohhh,…. Ohhh,…. Argggghhh,… Ohh!”

And, with that, I collapsed as a wave of orgasm carried her away.

Dave hadn’t cum yet but he respected the glow that I was experiencing, so he pulled out to let me rest. He stripped off a pillowcase and wiped his sweaty brow. Bill and Jenna were still entangled at the foot of the bed.

“You know, Bill, Jenna’s always fantasized about having a double penetration. Do you think we could do it for her?”

Bill looked down at his own cock, which immediately showed signs of life.

“Yes. Yes, I think we could,” Bill replied.

Jenna clapped her hands greedily. She looked like a little girl who just won a pony at the fair. Jenna quickly grabbed some lube, lathered up her fingers and pushed those same silky wet fingers up her ass. The sight of her fingering her own ass was a turn on for everyone. She turned and lubed up Bill’s cock, making it slippery with a quick handjob and bringing Bill’s cock to full erection again.

Bill reclined face up and Jenna promptly straddled on top of him, reverse cowgirl style. Lowering herself slowly, Jenna positioned her asshole over Bill’s cock, then her ass took Bill’s hardening cock as easily one could imagine.

Dave came on top of Jenna, pushing her back onto Bill’s chest, and thrust his wide shaft into her pussy. Jenna moaned with pleasure. Since I had no apparent role to play, I retrieved a vibrator from Jenna’s drawer of toys and worked myself over while I watched.

Bill pushed his cock gradually in and out of Jenna’s ass while Dave, already on the verge of exploding when he started fucking Jenna, hammered away at Jenna’s hungry little pussy.

“Yeah, baby,” Jenna squealed. I surmised that she couldn’t believe her good fortune. A dream was coming true for her and it made me happy for her.

Dave was amazing. He lasted much longer than I had anticipated because, while he kept his erection going, I was able to reclaim yet another orgasm myself. I could feel my climax coming, starting at my toes and working its way up to my knees, while I knew that Dave and Jenna and Bill all were approaching their own perfect three-way climax themselves.

“Ohhh,” everyone moaned. “Yes,….” And all four of us reached climax together at the same time.

“Several days have passed since then and I now see how I’ve grown in such a short period of time. I laugh at myself when I think how stupid I must have sounded when I asked Bill what swinging meant. Geez, how embarrassing. How sheltered I have been for most of my life. When I look back on my previous eight years of marriage, I ask myself if I would do everything the same as before. Beautiful children. Supportive friends and family. A loving and devoted husband. Dave and Jenna. Oh, yes, Dave and Jenna. And a life-chAngelng education about the joy of swapping. Recreational sex, as Bill would call it. When I think about it, I realize how blessed I am. And I have no regrets. No regrets except maybe I wish that Dave, Jenna and swapping had happened to me sooner. But, who knows, I probably wasn’t ready. And since it didn’t, and I can’t do anything about the fun I’ve missed, I’m ju st committed, now, to making up for lost time.”

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