Robert Vickers - Spouse swapping twins

She pulled the robe around her naked body and went out to the bedroom. Stan was already asleep. Again, she felt a pang of regret. Making it with him would be so different from fucking with Charlie. She tossed the thin robe aside and crawled into bed.

Mandy stiffened. She had no idea if her sister wore a nightie to bed or not. She should have looked through the drawers in the dresser. But even this wasn't definite proof. If Stan woke up, rolled over and felt naked flesh, he might get suspicious.

But she couldn't call up Candy and ask her what she wore.

Charlie insisted she always strip bare-ass naked and sleep that way. He liked to fondle her bare tits and stroke her soft flesh. In a way she enjoyed that, too, but not when it always meant they were going to fuck. If her husband could only stop and just let her rest once in a while.

Mandy realized she was stiff as a board lying there in bed. She was always worried about Charlie waking up and fucking her. Now she was worrying about Stan waking up and not fucking her. It was stupid. She forced herself to relax and soon sleep began to draw her eyelids lower and lower.

Instinctively, she moved closer to Stan. Her hands reached out and found his well-muscled body. He wasn't as strong as Charlie, but she didn't care. He was more gentle. Her hands roved ceaselessly up and down his flank until he stirred and turned over.

"What's the matter?" he grunted, still half asleep.

"Nothing, Stan. Just go back to sleep."

She turned over and faced away from him. But their bodies were pressed close together like two spoons in a kitchen drawer. She snuggled down, enjoying the feel of his hairy body against her soft skin.

His hand fell heavily over her waist. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed. He was going to sleep.

This wasn't the start of an all-night orgy as it would have been with Charlie. Each night, every night, it was the same with her husband. He couldn't get enough. She just hoped that Candy was able to satisfy him.

Anger built in her. Her twin sister and her husband in bed and having fun! It hardly seemed right. She couldn't get Charlie to stop his insatiable fucking, and now her twin was enjoying that cock of his.

She wiggled her ass unconsciously against Stan's groin. The man stirred and mumbled in his sleep, and then she felt his prick begin to rise.

It was a purely unconscious response on the man's part. He might even be having a hell of a wet dream. The thought amused Mandy. And it aroused her at the same time. To have him fuck her while he was still asleep. That was almost a challenge far her. She would be the one in his dream as well as the one on the receiving end of his prick.

Shivering in delicious arousal, she moved her ass in a slow circle next to his crotch. His cock poked harder and harder into her. She reached down between her legs and gripped the turgid pole. Pulling it up to her pussy, the woman hesitated for a second.

She didn't know if she should do this or not. She had enjoyed the comes she had given herself in the shower. The idea that she could actually enjoy sex was almost alien to her. The years with Charlie had taught her that there wasn't anything but insatiable desire connected with sex. But she had enjoyed the orgasm in the shower. And the idea of having Stan fuck her while he was having a wet dream made her all weak and quivery inside.

She pulled harder at his cock and got it firmly lodged against the mouth of her cunt.

And then nature took its course.

"Ummm, God, so lovely. Gotta fuck you. Just gotta," the man moaned out in his sleep. His hips shoved forward, sending his prick surging up into her cunt.

Mandy sobbed. The feelings building up inside her cunt were so different from those she usually felt. She was excited, aroused, ready to fuck now. Her pussy began to dribble put its thick lubricants. Usually it took Charlie a long time to get her wet. Not now Stan, in his sleep, was able to get her more excited than Charlie ever could.

He began to rhythmically fuck her. His hand reached around and gripped her tit firmly. She pressed her hand into the back of his to make sure he didn't leave that tender post. His meaty grip on her boob was enough to thrill her, but the feel of his cock slipping in and lout of her agitated pussy caused her body to go wild.

She began hunching back and ramming her ass into his crotch. She had to get more and more of that wondrous hard prick into her fuck tunnel.

Mandy bit at her lower lip to keep from shouting out her joy. Never had she felt this turned on by a man's cock. The idea that he wasn't using her, that he was only living out the demands of his dream, got to her in a way she couldn't understand. This was sexier for her than a man pawing her tits and making obscene comments.

The couple moved in a smooth rhythm now, his prick shooting all the way up her well-oiled cunt. The slapping movement as they lay on their sides created a lewd sucking noise. Mandy felt it and heard it. She reached down again and began stroking the man's prick as it entered and left her pussy.

She pulled her hand away as if it had been burned. His prick was slippery from her cunt oils. Then she smiled to herself. This felt too damned good for her to pass up. She reached back down between her legs and pressed her fingers firmly into her pinkly scalloped cunt lips on either side of his hard-fucking cock.

Still the motion was relatively gentle and smoothly paced. This was totally unlike the all-out fucking Charlie loved so much. Mandy felt her worries being erased. This was super! Her passions mounted slowly, fed by the slow pace of Stan's cock fucking in and out of her humid depths.

"Ummm, God! So nice! Right outta the movies, a movie star. Blonde and beautiful," muttered Stan.

His hand gripped tighter on her tit. She cried out then, not caring if it woke him up. It didn't. The fucking went on at the same pace as before.

She was trembling all over like a leaf in a wind. The slowness of the fucking teased her. She felt the sexual tensions in her belly mount higher and higher. When the blonde knew she was going to explode from unfulfilled desire, Stan's cock began working faster at her pussy.

"Nice, so niiiice!" he moaned in his sleep.

The tempo of the fucking picked up until he was ramming in and out of her pussy at least as hard as Charlie ever had. But there was a difference. She was ready for it. She was at the point where, she could appreciate the fierce fucking, the hard, grinding strokes that carried him deeper and deeper into her softly yielding cunt.

Her ass cheeks mashed flat against his muscled body. She stroked harder against the sides of his fuck stick as it raced in and out of her cunt. When the man erupted, she came along with him. Their mutual orgasm caused them both to soar through the air, drifting and floating and experiencing the ultimate in human pleasure.

Stan murmured something as his prick slipped flaccid from her clutching cunt hole. She sighed, realizing it was all over.

Then Mandy sat up in bed, surprised at herself. She was actually sorry it was over! She'd never felt that way before. She had always been glad that Charlie had gone limp. She almost wished this could have kept on for a while longer.

Stan woke up. "Honey, is anything wrong?"

"No, everything's fine," Mandy said, meaning it.

"Good," he said dreamily, going back to sleep. "I just had the damnedest, finest dream. Wouldn't want anything to spoil that."

He went to sleep, his arm circling her body, his hand pressing firmly into her snatch.

Mandy loved it, reveled in the contact, before drifting off to a contented sleep.

"No more, Charlie, please, no more!" begged Candy. She was aching from the number of times they had fucked. Never in her young life had she thought that this would happen.