Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

They still hadn't done anything to me, nor did they proceed to do anything. Instead they stood astride me over my head and began to fondle each other. The view was incredible. Lonnie pumped and fondled Ron's monster prick while he explored the tender pink recesses of her beautiful slit. I wondered if my initiation was to be subjected to frustration.

Presently Lonnie turned around and went down on all fours, as Helen had done. The soft entrance to her body was only inches from my eyes. I longed for her to squat lower and engulf my face with her cunt, but instead Ron knelt behind her and I realized the frustration was to continue. As the enormous head of his prick parted the almost bare lips of her cunt, I thought her little hole couldn't possibly stretch to receive him. But inch by inch the huge machine buried itself deeper and deeper inside her. Then it was far enough in that while my eyes could still see the junction of their organs, my mouth was covered with the hanging bag of Ron's balls. The action to take them into my mouth was made unconsciously, but it was made. I played with his balls with my tongue for a minute or so, and then he pulled them out. He was beginning to fuck her for real. The piston of flesh came out and drove in, glinting with the lubrication she provided for it. The pressure on me was immense.

Then Ron pulled out entirely, and Lonnie moved away leaving him alone poised over my face. I longed to suck Lonnie's cunt, and here before me was Ron's giant cock smelling like cunt and slimy with cunt juice. I opened my mouth and tentatively licked the head. It was unbelievably smooth. I took it more into my mouth and felt both its strength and its softness. Lonnie's cunt flow was delicious, but with every second I was becoming more entranced by the sensation of sucking cock. I began to work my tongue around his head the way I knew I liked it, and I could feel him react.

Lonnie was not idle either, as I now found out. I felt the soft warmth of her body as she squatted over my straining prick. And then at long last I felt cunt. Skillfully she sheathed my longing cock in her tunnel of sex, sinking down upon me and absorbing me deeper and deeper into her. My climax was almost upon me as soon as she started moving up and down on me. I sucked harder at Ron's penis. His tension increased with mine. And then the muscles in his cock jerked and a blast of hot come came into my mouth. Another blast. I swallowed. It seeped around the corners of my mouth and ran down my cheek. I hardly noticed that I myself was coming at the same time and flooding Lonnie's cunt, so powerful was the strength of Ron's blast. I swallowed until he went limp, and then I, too, went limp.

The bodies of the initiators rose from my head and groin. The initiation was over. Now I knew how Helen had felt earlier. I was just lying exposed and drained in the bright light. I almost felt degraded, but I also felt sensually fulfilled. Finally, I got up and staggered to the sidelines, where someone gave me a stiff drink. Then I was being hugged and lovingly comforted by two warm naked women, Alice and Monica. I, like Helen a bit before, was now part of the club.

My lovely escorts settled me on a couch and with tender soothings and comfortings helped me recover from what, in retrospect, had been a rather traumatic experience. It's not every day that a hitherto straight man sucks his first prick in such a public way. Soon, however, the soft warmth of the white and brown breasts and thighs surrounding me made me forget my disturbed feelings and turn my attention once again to the matter at hand. Monica slithered across my lap, let my newly risen cock slip up her tight black crack. But after a certain amount of such monkeying around, Alice made her get off because we had a previous engagement.

I didn't remember what she was talking about until she pointed out Helen across the room with her husband, toying amorously with each other. Then I recalled that she had wanted me to take her while her husband was poking Helen. Leaving Monica disappointed, we went over to them, and Alice made her proposal.

"I'm not sure Helen wants to," replied her husband. "She's still dripping with what Frank gave her a few minutes ago. After his tool, she probably wouldn't notice me in there at all."

The idea had struck pay dirt with Helen, however, as the light in her eyes revealed. "Don't be an ass, Tom," she interjected. "I may have had it already fore and aft, but I haven't had it from you, and that's what I want." She gave him a peck on the mouth and squeezed his long, thin rod.

"Good," said Alice, arranging cushions on the floor next to their couch. Then she whispered in my ear, "Take me up the ass, will you Bobby. That's where I really want it."

I was a little dismayed as she went down on the floor on all fours because I didn't have any lubricant to ease my entrance. When I knelt behind her enticing butt, however, she solved this problem by reaching between her legs, wetting her hands in her cunt juice and covering my prick with her own lubrication. I spread her cheeks and lodged the head of my cock against her rosy hole. Immediately, she pushed back against it. It slid in with less difficulty than I had expected. Undoubtedly the passageway was well worn, So I was buried in her up to the hilt. The heat of her body and the tightness of the fit were superb. The novelty of the sensation had kept me from noticing Helen on the couch beside me. But now I looked at her. My head was only inches from her face on a slightly higher level. I looked and saw her blonde nest fully plugged by her rider's prick. He was kneeling almost vertically and was holding her hips off the couch with his hands. I stared into her feverish eyes and she into mine. I had the sudden sensation that it was she I was fucking. I kissed her and tongued her mouth as if she was a new girl for me; she responded with equal passion.

Then a new sensation struck me, or rather an old sensation struck me with new force. Eye to eye and in love with my wife, I nevertheless was rhythmically ramming my penis in and out of another woman's asshole and rubbing her clitoris while her husband furiously fucked my wife. In two short, violent jabs I was suddenly over the top and shooting off in Alice's anal depths. The force of my orgasm almost knocked her flat.

Beyond that there's little to add. We got the group to add Dave and Judy and Roger and Sue Ann, all of which took some persuading, since it made the group almost unwieldy, and for several months we continued to attend orgies at the Ungers' mansion fairly regularly. We all had other swaps, of course. Roger and I traded Helen and Sue Ann for a full week, and I came to enjoy waking up to the sight of her beautiful big tits and screwing her first thing in the morning. We also spent a couple of evenings with Jeff and Monica, during one of which we played unmixed doubles. The girls sucked each other off while the boys did likewise.

My feeling for Helen became, if anything, deeper. But a new element entered our relationship. At first it was a matter of Helen just not being very interested in sex privately. But after a while it became clear that she only had real pleasure when there was an audience watching her, even if it was only an audience of one. We kept on with our marital sex, but mirrors all around the bedroom became necessary. The innovation was not unwelcome to me. I had posed erotically with Helen before for still photos, but it was different to see myself actually fucking her. Still, it didn't appeal to me the way it did to her. I was becoming more a voyeur and she more an exhibitionist.

Nothing really different happened, however, until late spring when I received word that I was being shifted to a traveling job. When the change came, I would be out of town at least a third of every month. Naturally, at first this was depressing news, since it seemed that our sex life, which by now was about all we lived for, would be terribly disrupted. But after talking to other couples in the Unger group, we began to look at the job change in a new light. Some of them, it turned out, had swinging contacts in the cities I would most often be visiting, and they suggested that we make contact with these people by mail to provide in advance a good time wherever we went. Since these were private contacts and not sexclub ads, this seemed like a good idea, and we set ourselves to letter writing.