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Having parents that are swingers has some advantages. While still in High School I could have my boyfriend Bobby over all night while they were out partying. Honestly, mom often cooked us breakfast the next day. Not that we didn't think that sex wasn't serious, I simply learned that it also could be fun, pleasant and fulfilling too. To no surprise to anyone we got married as my hubby graduated with his Bachelors in business. Bobby got a job in his dad's company and with no student loan, we were pretty well set. I had been working at a private school as a teaching assistant which I resigned from when we got married. Our folks were very generous, they gave us the choice of a big wedding or a house. We took the house, considering most of my parent's friends were ether swingers, or work associates, or family we seldom saw, and we had basically lived together for the past five years, it was a no brainer. We honeymooned on the coast for a full month and returned home to find our parents had furnished our house, not completely but the essentials were covered. Our parents were still playing, and honestly their adventures were a little repugnant for us at that time. Sex was personal to us, and being raised by swingers from our late teens onward, the lifestyle had no mystery to us. They were discrete, but there are no secrets in a family that survive for long. I actually witnessed mom and dad at play with Paul's parents when I was 15 and still a virgin. I had a little spat with a friend in the neighborhood I had started a sleepover with. I got my feelings hurt and departed. I entered the house from the kitchen and took the back stairs to the second floor, passing the front stairs and landing overlooking our den. I could see Bobby's dad working away fucking my mother in full view of my dad and Bobby's mom. What surprised me was that dad kissed mom passionately while she was getting dick from Paul and Bobby's mom was caressing dad. As their activities preoccupied their attention, I could sit on the floor behind the railing watching for quite a while in the relative dark.. I could understand why they referred to their sex outside the norm “play”. The experience was the most extensive lessen in sex I ever received in the course of a couple of hours. They did every imaginable connection with mouth to genital and genital to genital possible. I was not particularly aroused by what I witnessed, just astonished and surprised. The next day every thing was “normal”. Mom was still mom, dad was dad. Dad went to work and mom was concerned with house work. They kissed goodbye as dad left. I told mom what I saw the night before. She wasn't embarrassed or angry, I believe she had prepared her explanation long before. This activity was the way they let off steam, had a good time and made “special friends” according to her. I had to accept her explanation and the situation. The only request she had was to keep the mater private. I had started masturbating when I was 14, and orgasms were no mystery to me. What I found perplexing was why these people needed or wanted so much or with so many. The next year I started my relationship with Paul and I found out how much better a penis was compared to my fingers or a brush handle. Somehow mom knew and had me on the pill almost immediately. Friday and Saturday nights we were free to occupy my room and screw to our heart's content, but we seldom had sex on a school night. I had a ¾ bath attached to my room, so their was no reason to emerge from our refuge. After a year or so of marital bliss we tried for a baby, but after months of trying we had no success. Later the doctor said that Bobby was sterile, which was disappointing sense we both wanted children. At least I could forgo the pill. We discussed alternatives, adoption, artificial insemination, whatever. But nothing sounded appealing enough to take action. Of course my mom and my mother in law wanted grand babies, and considering their orientation sexually, Paul's lack of virility was not much of problem. There was plenty of sources of baby batter available. We wanted a baby too, but we wanted it to be family, not some test tube stranger. Luckily Bobby had a brother. Now the problem was Don was still in the service, but he was stationed in the state. Don was nine years older than Bobby and was known to be quite the hell raiser before he left. Not that he had much of a choice on his entry into the service, After a slew of moving violations and a couple of DWIs the judge gave him his options, county jail for an extended stay or the Army. He took the Army. He traded his hot rod Ford for a tank and loved it. He was on his third enlistment, which made him a lifer or close to it. Besides a couple of tours to Iraq he did the almost mandatory tour to Korea and picked up a Korean wife. Kim was sweet, reserved and petite. Beyond that she appeared to be extremely conservative. It was doubtful that she would allow me to borrow her husband for stud service. I left it to Bobby to approach Don with our proposal. This whole thing reminded me of a movie like “The Big Chill” minus the funeral. For a few months I heard nothing, then out of the blue Bobby asked me when my next fertile period was. Now to this point I never considered the reality of this conception, being with anyone but Bobby. He had been the only man that I have ever been with. Bobby explained that Don would be taking leave for a couple of weeks and would be visiting home. The reality suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I was going to do something like my parents had been doing for a decade. “What does Kim think about this arrangement?” Bobby smiled and gleefully said “She thinks it is a very Korean solution to our problem” I know beans about Korean culture, but I have heard that they were quite liberated sexually up to the point of conception. Illegitimate children were seriously disapproved of. “Are you sure she approves?” “Kim told me when they called last night, family is foremost. If Don can help, he is obligated”.

Friday night arrived with Dwayne and Kim arrived at our home after he signed out on leave. We had a snack and a couple of drinks then the lite conversation turned to the issue at hand. “How are we going to do this” I ask. “The marriage bed is beyond reproach” Kim said, which surprised me, thinking she was going to object and renege the deal. “You mean this is off” I ask. “No, I mean we must do this together. No secrets, nothing hidden” she answered. “To ensure that this works, we have to do this for several days, five at least, twice a day to be certain.” Bobby added. “That is expected, Kim said. “Failure would be shameful”. Actually I felt more comfortable knowing that Bobby would be with me. Don added” Let's grab a shower and get this show on the road”. Bobby and I showered together and used the time to embrace and kissed passionately, “Are you still sure about this?” Bobby asked. “As sure as I have been about anything.”I answered. We dried off and got in bed and covered ourselves with our comforter. Almost on cue, there was a tap on our door. “Come on guys, there isn't anyone here” Bobby replied. Don and Kim entered wearing towels, his around his waste. He was about six foot, heavy muscled,(the Army keeps it's soldiers fit, it becomes a competition with many as they spend a minim working out of a hour a day, Don was in what he called a CAT 1 unit, which meant he had to qualify with his weapons every month and mandatory PT two hours a day. Have no doubt, it showed. Kim was about a even five foot, with a tight taunt body. Her breasts, from what I could see under the white beach towel, was pair shaped and ample for her frame. She might have weighed an even one hundred. Don closed and locked the door,(which was useless, but it made me feel better, more secure). They approached and stood beside the bed on each side, dropped their towels and slipped under the the comforter with us, as we had to move towards the center of the queen sized bed until I could feel Bobby and Don's hips touched mine. It got very quite. No one wanted to make the first move. I was hyper alert. Nothing was happening but my anticipation was making me wet. Then I saw Kim's knee raise under the cover, then move outwards, then another movement under the covers indicated her hand was moving to her neither regions. My mind screamed “this is happening”. I felt Don's body shift until he was laying on his side and his hand moved to my crotch, without thought my legs parted to give him access to me. I suddenly felt the weight of our comforter disappear as Kim threw it off, she immediately started to to give Bobby head, surprisingly he was still flaccid. I guess he was as as nervous as I was. Then almost as suddenly Don moved around and had his mouth massaging my clit seemingly within seconds. He producing little shocks to my core, his hands now on top of my thighs,arms under, pulling my thighs even more open, giving him full access to me, taking advantage of that access fully. As Kim gave Bobby head and Don did the same to me the sent of sex started to fill my nose and I could feel the dynamic tension of an orgasm build as Don continued to work my clitoris and increasingly towards my vagina, then after a few moments I felt Kim move and I presume mount Bobby, (I didn't look, by this time my eyes were closed, concentrating on the stimulation Don was giving me). At this point I remember I had my first orgasm, not a screamer,(I seldom had those and it took quite a while to get there) but I was fully open, ready. “I want you inside me now” I cried. I heard a definite “K” and suddenly he shifted and he was on top of me, his lips close to mine. As he kissed me I could smell and taste myself on his lips as he mounted me. He didn't enter me initially but rubbed his penis up and down my slit, from my clit to my opening. After a minute or so of of this action I felt my hips shift upwards almost instinctively and then I felt him enter me, fully and completely. My first impulse was to grab the underside of my knees, spreading myself even wider than my legs could do without assistance as he started to to assault my cunt deeply. As we commenced out fucking, I opened my eyes seeing Kim grinding herself against Bobby's pelvis. Bobby's eyes were closed, obviously completely absorbed in his experience. I knew that Bobby was eventually going to cum in her and Don was going to do the same to me. No harm no foul, we were doing what we needed to do now, we wanted to do. I wanted a baby, and if this is what it took, I could think of many things more unpleasant and few less pleasurable. Eventually I felt Don's pace quicken and a sudden rush of him spilling his seed within me. This immediately triggered my orgasm. I'll be honest, with less than half an hour of good fucking, It was very good, but not earth shattering. Still, I got my womb fertilized well. For you novices, sperm is mobile for between six to eight hours, after that, their tail snaps off and they don't move. As Don withdrew I felt him spin me around and place my legs straight up against the head board. “Stay like that for a while, let those swimmers get to where they need to go”. This reminded me of my objective and I complied. Kim and Bobby were still hard at it and within a few moments I heard Bobby cry “Oh God “and Kim cry “Yes, now!” as he emptied himself into her. She withdrew from him, pivoting and ending up beside him where we started. I saw all this upside down. “How long do I have to stay like this?” I ask. Kim answered, “as long as you can”. After a bit we were all basking in out afterglow and making small talk, by now my legs were heavy and I wanted to get my head on a pillow. Kim announced, “you need to go again, the second time has better seed. I will keep Bobby entertained while you get that”. With out objection from anyone I felt for Don's tool and found it semi erect and not to be out done I started to give him head. As I felt him grow in my mouth as I gave him considerable suction, I eventually Guided me on my back by my shoulders and entered me without a bit of foreplay. I did not mind in the slightest, I could not have been so lubed or ready and open if I had tried. As I opened my eyes I found Kim's face close to mine ad Bobby was giving her pleasure in a doggy. Without warning, her soft lips touched and she kissed me like I have never been kissed before. Not hard or aggressive like a man, but exceptional feminine, all while she massaged my breasts with her hands. To say the least we were enjoying ourselves. We were comfortable and relaxed and we were on a mission. I was there to harvest his seed. Sense the guys had already cum, the second session was considerably longer, and much more fulfilling. I did something I have never done before, I squirted. Not much, but enough to wet the bed, this WAS a screamer. As I felt him swell inside me I pushed down with my pussy and felt him release his life giving seed into me. I have no ideal why but I screamed “Thank you!” as he came inside of me. I seemed to have triggered Bobby to cum and I heard him go “Ugh, Oh God” as he ceased to pump Kim and empty himself into her. Kim just smiled like a Cheshire cat after her orgasm, crossing her heels behind Bobby's ass and held him within her. After we composed ourselves, Bobby and Kim stacked pillows against the head board and I resumed my hips up possession, this time much more comfortably. We visited and shared family news. Kim had already had three kids, which had been deposited at Bobby and Don's parent's. I then ask what our plans were for the duration of our experiment. Kim stated “Grandma and grandpa are taking the kids down to the coast and will be back next Thursday, plenty of time to get this done”. It occurred to me that Bobby's folks were uncharacteristically enthusiastic having the grand kids for six days. I ask Kim, “What do they know?” Kim smiled and stated “Everything, I don't lie and your mom is very much for this too. We all think this is a good thing”. I wasn't surprised , my moms wanted grand babies, especially from me. As Kim and Don departed our bed Don ask,”What time is it?” Bobby answered “One AM”. “If we keep to schedule, we need to do this again between eight and nine this morning”. I remember cuddling with Bobby as Kim and Don covered us with the comforter. I was out like a light.

I would like to say that each and every time Don came in me was as momentous, but that would be a lie. By the third day him cumming in me became a chore, no matter how pleasant. Our joining didn't grab the attention of Kim and Bobby as often, I pulled off my bottom, presented myself, he did the same, entered me, came and then I elevated my hips hoping for a baby. We did this every eight hours for six days. Usually Kim and Bobby played while we copulated, or encouraged us if they watched. When we were not screwing, we watched TV or played cards, visited, talked on the phone with our folks and generally stayed at home. I got to know Kim a lot better. We visited for hours while the boys watched yet another football/basketball//hockey game. I eventually ask her if she had any morality problems with what we were doing. “Of course not, but I am Buddhist, in the eight fold path the results are more important than the means, I doubt that I am mature enough to achieve Nirvana, but if I quell modesty and jealousy I have transcended to a higher plane. I own no one, my duty is to be a blessing to those around me. There is nothing that happens by chance, we are meant to be here at this time, doing what we are doing”. Honestly it sounded profound and hippieish at the same time but I wanted to know more. By the fourth day, when ever eight hours had passed I found Bobby getting me ready with some oral, then fucking me for a bit as Kim blew Don and got him hard so he could deposit another load in me. Bobby dearest would usually mount and pleasure Kim while we watched each other. Honestly by the fourth day we seldom put on clothing, except to retrieve the mail. We didn't go so far as to take my temperature looking for the moment I ovulated, that really doesn't matter, I could take days for my egg to get out of my tubes and into possession in my womb. I certainly wasn't horny, but for the first time in my life I didn't need to be. I looked forward to the moment Don's ejaculate filled me. Surprisingly Bobby was supportive, kissing me while Don was drawing up his seed, and staying with me while I had my hips up to help facilitate his swimmers into my womb. Thursday arrived and we got a call from Bobby and Don's folks called and said that they were heading back home and would be there about seven or eight that evening and true to form, we continued our scheduled deposit up until the hour Bobby's folks pulled up with Don and Kim's children. It actually felt a little strange having clothing on. My mother in law gave me a big hug and kiss and confidentially said “I hope this worked”. Don and Kim left with their kids, who were knocked out from a week at the beach and a long car ride. Heading down to enjoy the balance of Don's leave with their family. I knew I wouldn't know for sure until my next period was due. After I was two days late, I bought one of those home pregnancy kits and sure enough I was knocked up. Me and Bobby celebrated with a great fucking, one of those furniture breaking and howling at the moon sessions. My mom and mother in law were ecstatic, wanting to plan a baby shower, which I thought was premature. “I have months to have a baby shower, slow down”. But both would drop by gifts of things we would need almost every other day. Our spare bedroom slowly turned into a nursery. By my second month I found that I was perpetually horny, almost attacking Bobby the moment he got home. Still I wanted even more. One Friday morning about the time I started to show a little, I found myself masturbating after Bobby left for work. As I worked my toy, images of our parents playing when I was fourteen filled my mind. I wanted that sense of freedom and unbridled lust. Obviously I wasn't going to get any more preggers, so I got on line to one of those swinger dating sites,(SLS) and put up a profile. Within a couple of days I had several messages, some from stag guys, but mostly from couples. I declined the ones that looked too old or ugly, and I still had three good prospects. When Bobby got home for the weekend, I simply said “Let's swing, I have some good prospects here. Bobby was amused, “I think I've created a monster”. As we made a decision from the three I selected, I said, “Are you ready for a little adventure hon? Bobby just smiled as I gave our phone number to our prospect.

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