Carl Tropper - Suburban Wives and Their Sexual Infidelity

I could feel her vise-like grip around my waist, and that seemed to get tighter and tighter. She was grinding her pussy into me harder and harder, and I was grinding my cock into her harder and harder. I was putting everything into this fuck, and I could feel the come building up inside my cock.

I could feel her orgasm beginning already, and I could feel her come washing down over my cock. It was making my cock burn up inside, and that's when I began to shoot out my come inside her. I just let go then and the come shot out of me with such a force that I thought my cock was splitting down the middle.

It just kept on pumping into her, and I could feel her moaning away, and I could feel her body squirming under mine. I just kept ramming my cock in and out of her the whole time, and I could feel that my cock was still hard. I could also feel that I was building up to another orgasm, and that was building up to another orgasm as well.

We were in a frenzy then and we just humped away until we were both screaming at the top of our lungs. We were both coming then, and the pain and joy just swept right through us, and it drove us both wild. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, and neither could she.

“It's been so long,” she said afterwards, “I never feel this way with John any more. He hasn't turned me on in I don't know how long.”

“I feel the same way about Ginger,” I said.

“People should never get married,” she then said. “Sex isn't fun any more when you're married.”

“You're absolutely right,” I agreed.

“It just seems to lose something,” she said.

“It loses everything,” I said.

We both had a good laugh over that, and before I knew it we were fucking again. This time she was lying on top of me, and then she was sitting right up on me. I could feel her raising and lowering her hips, and I could feel my cock driving straight up into her.

“Like that?” she asked.

I didn't have to say a word because she knew exactly how I felt. I just lay there feeling her move up and down on my cock, and this time when I exploded inside her, I thought my whole body was being sucked up into her cunt. I could feel her come running down the length of my cock and all over my balls.

She was gasping for breath, and I could see how contorted her face had become. She was in agony, but she loved it.

“Your cock,” she moaned, and those were the only words out of her mouth.

I rammed my cock up inside her, and then I just let my hips fall back on the bed. I lay there unable to move a muscle. The come was still shooting out of me, and her come was still pouring down out of her. I guess we just blacked out after that. When I woke up the next morning she was lying on top of me.

We fucked a couple of times before we went down to see how Ginger and John had made out. They were just getting out of bed, and we could see that their bodies were covered with each other's come. We had a big breakfast then and we all talked about the night before. It had been an experience for all of us, and we agreed to do it more often after that.

I didn't think that I remembered that first time so well, but I guess I do. I'm glad you played back last week's tape for me. It was interesting listening to myself like that. I hope you'll do that all the time. It gives me an idea of what I should talk about this week.

There's a lot more I could tell you about Cindy and John. I mean, we kept on swapping with them for quite some time. The four of us were always together it seemed. We went everywhere together and we did everything together. I was always with Cindy and Ginger was always with John.

It got to the point where people thought that I was married to Cindy and Ginger was married to John. That would always make us laugh. It also got so that we would fuck in the same apartment, and in full view of one another. Sometimes we would even talk to each other while we were fucking.

We had lots of fun, and then Ginger got all upset one day, and for no reason. She told me that we had to quit swapping or else she was going to leave me. That really shook me up, but I told her to go ahead. I said I didn't need her anyway, and besides I didn't want her in the first place.

“You want that good for nothing Cindy, don't you?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I replied.

“Well,” she said, “let me tell you something. You're never going to have her.”

“Is that so?” I asked.

“That's so,” she replied.

“How you going to stop me?” I asked.

“Don't worry,” she said, “I'll stop you.”

“How?” I asked.

“I have my ways,” she replied.

Well that just started a whole big fight, and we ended up throwing things at each other, and the next thing I knew we were swinging at each other and rolling on the floor. We really had a knock-down fight and we ended up on the floor completely naked.

It was funny, but right then we began to fuck, and it was the best fuck we ever had. After that we decided to move, and we moved that very day. We never saw Cindy and John again, and we never did find out what happened to them. They might still be in that same building for all I know.

Anyway, we moved to a new place, and for a while we were real happy with each other. We were fucking three and four times a day, and sex had become good for us again. Then it got boring again. This was about six months later. We both got to the point where we couldn't stand the sight of each other.

That's when we decided that we needed to find some couple to swap with. I didn't know anyone in the building and neither did she. But one day she went around and she began to meet some people in the building. That night she told me all about it.

“Look,” she said, “I think I found the perfect pair upstairs on the seventh floor. I didn't meet him, but she showed me a picture of him in the nude, and his cock was something else. Anyway, I know you'll like this one because she looks like she fucks like a bunny.

“We had a long talk and she told me about how she has lots of lovers. She told me that she's been running around with other men since the honeymoon. In fact, the night before their wedding she spent fucking her husband's brother, and he spent the night with her sister.”

“They sound fine to me,” I said. “I thought they would,” she said. “When do I meet them?” I asked. “Tomorrow night,” she replied. “We're having supper up there with them.”

“That sounds just fine,” I said, feeling my hard-on already.

She could sense I had a hard-on and she was on me in a minute. It turned out to be the best blow-job she had ever given me, and later on when we fucked, it was like I was fucking a different woman. To her, it was like being fucked by a different man, and she even told me so.

“I thought you were someone else,” she said.

“I thought you were someone else too,” I said, still grabbing at her tits.

The next day finally arrived, and all day at work I kept thinking about this new cunt that I hadn't even met yet. Or even seen for that matter. Their names were Bill and Marilyn Brown, and they were just a few years older than we were. Ginger had told me that Marilyn had red hair, and that turned me on all the more. I had always wanted to fuck a redhead for some reason.

Anyway, that night we went up to their apartment, and it was Marilyn who greeted us at the door.

She took one look at me and said, “You look even better than she said you did.”

“So do you,” I said.

“I'll bet you have a big cock,” she then said, grabbing at my crotch.

“I'll bet you're big enough inside to take me all in,” I said, grabbing at her crotch.

Ginger was over on the cough talking to Bill and Marilyn and I were still standing by the door grabbing at each other. The next thing I knew we were embracing, and I kissed her full on the mouth. We really began to grab at each other then. I got my hands up under her skirt and under her panties, and I was grabbing at her ass. She had her hands down my pants and she was grabbing at my ass.