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"Kate," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "We need to talk.” Kate smiled as she looked at me and said, “What have you done now?” “I’ve been texting with a couple on a site, a meeting place for swingers.” Kate turned around, her face a mask of disbelief. "A swinger site? Bob... what are you talking about?” “I have been texting with a couple that I think we might both find interesting.” “Are you saying you want to... have sex with someone else?" Her voice wasn't angry, but it was fragile, like glass about to crack. I walked over to her, taking her hands in mine. "Kate, we have discussed this. It’s not like that. It’s about both of us. You gained so much confidence when we began experimenting in the bedroom. When we discussed the possibility of meeting another couple, you seemed a little curious. I just thought we might want to give it a try. She looked down processing the thought. The questions were still there, but beneath it, I saw a spark of curiosity return. I pulled her into a deep embrace, my arms wrapping firmly around her waist. We kissed a slow, possessive exchange that tasted of trust. Suddenly, a mischievous, slightly manic glint appeared in her beautiful brown eyes. Her voice regained its strength and she said, "What the hell, Bob. You aren’t going to be happy until we do this. Go ahead. Let’s ‘experiment’ some more. Let’s have sex with complete strangers. If you can watch me fuck someone else, I think I can bring myself to watch you." After a few telephone calls with the couple, a meeting was planned at our home. Ted and Carol’s online profile had read: “Fun loving, clean, professional couple looking for same. We are open to watching or either a soft or full swap with the right people. We only do same room. We are both straight and only meet as a couple.” They looked attractive in their picture, a picture like the one I had posted of Kate and me - a full body shot with clothes on and faces blocked out. When I spoke with Ted on the phone, he said that Carol had picked Kate and me from the site and that she was excited about meeting us. The afternoon we had scheduled arrived with a heavy, expectant heat. Kate was a wreck of beautiful, jittery energy. She paced the hardwood floor, her black heels clicking a frantic rhythm as she checked her reflection for the tenth time. We each had a couple of drinks to help build our courage. Kate was wearing a low-cut white blouse that showed the little cleavage she had. Her black skirt was short, but elegant and showed off her beautiful well shaped tanned legs. She wore black heels that I liked to call her “hooker heels”. This outfit definitely showed off her athletic body. She didn’t have large breasts, but she made up for it everywhere else. As the time for them to arrive neared, I began to have doubts. “Could I really watch Kate with another man?” I needed another drink. As I began to pour myself another, Kate asked me to mix one for her also. We sat and finished our drinks staring at one another, Kate looked at me and said, “I was thinking this morning that if this goes badly, I might hate myself. Then I decided, no, I’ll hate you!” I was relieved when she laughed. Then… The doorbell rang, followed by a firm, rhythmic knock at the door. Kate jumped, her eyes darting to me with a look of pure, unadulterated nerves. She said, “I guess we are really going through with this.” When I opened the door, Ted and Carol were standing there. They were a striking couple—Ted was tall and well-built, and Carol had a polished, sophisticated look. He wore tan slacks with a polo shirt and she had on a nearly transparent blouse and a short, pleated skirt and “hooker heels.” "Bob? I'm Ted. This is Carol," he said, extending his hand. We exchanged the normal pleasantries, the kind of polite small talk that acts as a thin veil over why we were actually there. We moved into our living room. Kate and I sat close together on the loveseat, our thighs touching for anchor, while Ted and Carol took the couch opposite us. As we started talking, a surprising realization hit me: They didn’t appear nervous at all. Carol didn’t pull her legs together when she sat, revealing her well-trimmed pussy. She had left her panties at home. She smiled when she caught Kate and me looking up her skirt. "I admit," Ted said, his voice a bit gravelly, "we've been looking forward to this. You guys are a beautiful couple.” “You look even better than your picture." Carol nodded, her eyes lingering on Kate. Recognizing lingering tension, I stood up and headed over to our bar. I opened the small bar fridge and pulled out a pitcher of frozen whiskey sours I had prepared earlier. I poured four glasses, the slushy, citrusy liquid looking perfect. My whiskey sours are notoriously potent, and I knew they could really take the edge off for everyone. I handed the drinks around, and as we all took that first, cold, heavy-hitting sip, the atmosphere in the room visibly loosened. As we continued to drink, Carol leaned forward, her eyes moving between Kate and me with a soft, knowing smile. "You know," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr, "to break the ice a little, why don't we just watch each other for a bit? Just... with our own partners. No pressure…it’s an easy way for us to get comfortable with each other." The shift in the room was palpable. It was obvious to us that they had done this before. We were sure that they had figured out that this was our first rodeo. Kate and I both nodded yes. They started with a slow, deep kiss. The polite social veneer we’d established over drinks completely evaporated. Ted’s hands moved to Carol’s blouse, his fingers steady as he unbuttoned it. Carol mirrored him, her eyes locked on his as she undid all the buttons on his shirt. Kate’s hand gripped mine so tightly her knuckles were white, as we became their audience. Then, we watched as Carol reached out and slid her hand inside his shirt, sighing as she felt the warm touch of his naked chest. At the same moment, Ted’s hand opened her blouse revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He began to squeeze her voluptuous breasts. Kate and I each took another large swallow of from our drinks. I felt the ice-cold, tart whiskey hitting the back of my throat. I needed to slow down a little…I was really beginning to feel it, a warm, buzzing heaviness settling behind my eyes as the room seemed to lose some focus. We continued to watch as Ted rolled Carol’s nipples between his fingers. The sight was raw and incredibly intimate, yet it was being performed right in front of us. Carol’s head tilted back, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into his touch, her breath coming in soft, ragged hitches. “Yes…just like that…Ted,” she murmured. Kate turned her head to look at me; her cheeks flushed with a heat that wasn't just nerves anymore. I knew that both of us had drank a little too much whiskey. Perhaps that was how we would get through this. Ted lowered his head and took one of Carol’s breasts into his mouth, sucking on it hard. Her free hand went to his belt as she managed to unfasten it and then unfasten the button at the top of his pants. A bold, provocative light suddenly danced in Kate’s eyes. "Well," she whispered, her voice gaining a playful edge, "what are we waiting for, stud muffin? They didn’t come here just to have us watch. We need to give them something to see.” Kate’s hands moved over and unbuttoned my shirt, splaying it open. I mirrored her urgency, my fingers working the buttons of her blouse until they gave way. We embraced in a warm kiss that turned passionate quickly, our tongues tangling as the reality of being watched by Ted and Carol fueled the fire. Kate pulled back just an inch, her breath hot against my skin. "Bob... I’m so wet," she whispered breathlessly. "I can literally feel juices dripping between my legs. It’s knowing that they are watching us." As we continued to kiss, my hand slid under Kate’s sheer bra, finally making contact with the soft weight of her breasts. As the kiss intensified, our bodies wanted more contact. This was getting good. Knowing we were being watched was intense. Suddenly, a second hand slid in beside mine under Kate’s bra and grasped her other breast. We both broke the kiss and looked up, startled. It was Carol. She had moved silently across the floor and was now standing over us, wearing only her skirt and heels, her own breasts bared and beautiful in the dim light. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ted standing in front of us completely naked, his hand stroking his half erect cock. There was already a bead of precum slowly leaking from the tip. Ted looked over at me and said, “If Kate fucks half as good as she looks… she has to be one fine piece of ass!” Carol didn't give Kate a chance to retreat from her hand holding her breast. She reached down to kiss her, her lips claiming Kate's in a way that was both assertive and inviting. My head was spinning. We were not in control - and I didn’t like Ted calling Kate “a piece of ass.” "Don't be shy love," Carol told Kate. As her kisses turned more passionate, Carol reached for Kate's hand, and placed it firmly on her own bare breast, holding it there tightly. "Squeeze my breast Kate," Carol commanded softly. “Squeeze it tight.” Ted let out a low, encouraging growl. "Damn right Kate! Squeeze her tits and pull hard on her nipples—she likes it rough!" The look on Kate’s face was one of shock and disbelief. However, she instinctively began to pull on Carol’s nipples and squeeze her breast firmly. Carol’s kisses became even more passionate. Kate’s nipples were hard against the lace of her bra as she let Carol continue to excite her. Then, Carol slipped her hand out of Kate’s bra and helped her stand. They both kicked off their heels, the sharp clicks on the floor echoing the rising tension. Carol led her into our bedroom and over to the side of our bed. Before Kate could speak, Carol wrapped her arms around her and began exchanging tongues again. Lost in the deep, passionate kiss, Kate allowed Carol to reach down and unfastened her bra and then her skirt, letting them both pool on the floor. Kate’s nicely trimmed pussy showed through her wet panties, her juices soaking through the lace. Carol reached back and released her own skirt, standing there completely nude. Carol reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Kate’s-soaked panties and slowly pulled them down. Kate’s auburn pubic hair was groomed into a neat, narrow landing strip leading to her swollen, pink vulva. "Oh, Kate... look at you," Carol breathed, her eyes traveling over every inch of her skin. She stared at Kate’s beautiful, small, firm breasts with nipples that were hard and pointing forward. Suddenly, the momentum slowed. Kate’s breathing became shallow. She looked at Carol, then she turned her head and looked at me, then back at Carol. Her hands, which had been exploring Carol's skin, began to hesitate. She took a small step back. "I... I’m not sure I can do this," Kate whispered, her voice small and cracking. "I’ve never been with a woman, and this isn’t what we expected. I can’t…" Carol stepped forward, her hand resting gently on Kate's hip. "It’s okay, Honey," Carol murmured. "Just take a breath." Just as Kate was sure that she had slowed everything, Carol pulled her down onto the bed, their naked bodies pressing against each other. The contrast was breathtaking. There was Kate, with her perfectly tanned, athletic curves and her beautifully rounded, firm ass, her skin glowing with a youthful, golden radiance. And there was Carol, whose creamy-white skin was a map of soft, elegant slopes and voluptuous, heavy breasts that flattened slightly against Kate’s firmer chest. Ted and I stood next to one another at the end of the bed, a silent gallery of witnesses. I watched as Carol hovered over Kate, rubbing her heavy nipples against Kate’s smaller, pert ones in a slow, rhythmic tease. Carol straddled Kate’s leg between her rubbing her wet pussy up and down against Kate’s leg. Carol’s hand, expert and wandering, slid down Kate’s smooth stomach to her well-groomed mound. Kate’s back arched, her breath hitching in her throat as she reacted to Carol’s erotic touch. Carol didn’t linger there long; she moved her hand down, entering Kate’s moist pussy. Kate didn’t really have a choice. This was going to happen. "Oh Fuck!" Kate gasped, her voice a mix of shock and rising heat. She looked over at me, her eyes wide as if she couldn't believe what was actually happening in her own bedroom. Carol continued to gently slide her fingers into her, in and out slowly. "Bob... are you seeing this?" she breathed. "I can't believe I’m letting her finger me... Oh fuck, it feels so...damn…it feels so damn good!" Carol leaned in closer, her voice was a sultry purr. "Not what you expected? Just let it happen, Sweetie." As her fingers moved deeper, Carol slowly brought them up to rub and swirl against Kate’s sensitive clit. At the same time, she continued to grind her own pussy up and down against Kate’s leg. I was the only one in the room still dressed. I dropped my jeans, shirt and underwear to the floor. Now I was standing there fully exposed. Carol leaned down to suck on Kate’s breasts, her mouth working one nipple while her hand continued to finger-fuck Kate’s soaking wet pussy. As I stood there watching, my cock was rock-hard, throbbing with every ragged breath Kate took. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ted was still stroking his own dick, which was still only half-erect, his eyes focused on Kate’s trembling pussy. Suddenly, I felt Ted’s hand reach out and tightly grasp my cock. I stood there completely frozen, my brain struggling to process the sensation. My eyes were glued to the bed where the two women were entwined—an image that was raw, erotic, and exactly what I had often fantasized—but the weight of another man’s hand on my cock was a sharp, jarring turn. I had no idea how to react. Ted began to pull on both of our cocks, his hand working them in a steady, rhythmic motion. I had no attraction to him, but I was frozen in place. On the bed, the intensity reached a fever pitch. Carol found Kate’s clit again, working it with a merciless, expert speed that shattered Kate’s remaining composure. Kate’s hips begin to buck wildly against the mattress, her fingers digging into Carol’s pale shoulders. Carol continued to grindi her cunt against Kate’s leg faster and harder. "Oh God, yes! Carol, don't stop!" Kate began to scream, her voice echoing off the bedroom walls as she began to feel a massive orgasm coming on. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she lost all sense of who was watching. "Fuck me with your fingers, Carol! Don't stop... keep going! Oh God, I’m coming... I’m coming so hard!" Suddenly, Kate’s body stiffened, her toes curled as she hit the peak. Her pussy muscles clenched violently around Carol’s fingers, milking them as she continued to cum in powerful, jagged waves. Her screams turned into long, guttural moans of pure release. Almost at the same moment, Carol also began to convulse into her own orgasms as she continued to rub her pussy up and down against Kate’s leg. “Fuck Yes…I’m coming,” she screamed. Carol then looked up at the two of us standing at the foot of the bed. Her eyes flashed with a demanding, raw heat. "Fuck you! Don't just stand there playing with your dicks. Bring those cocks over here!" Ted finally released his grip on my cock and we both climbed into bed with them. Carol and Kate began exchanging kisses and caresses with me. This was what I had hoped for. Kate pushed up, rubbing her breasts against me, and said, “I’m really enjoying this. Thank you, Bob.” My head began spinning as none of this seemed real. These two beautiful women were better than a fantasy. Then, as Kate kissed me, I felt Carol’s warm mouth around the head of my dick and the sensation of her tongue swirling around it before going all the way down. It felt so warm, moist, and hot... “Damn, she is a good cocksucker”, I thought to myself. This afternoon was beginning to improve rapidly. I raised my hips into the air feeling the incredible warmth of Carol’s mouth sucking up and down on my throbbing cock. As I became even more lost in the bliss, Kate moved to the side and Carol leaned in to give me a wet passionate kiss. I love the feel of her breasts on my chest. Then, my eyes snapped open in confusion. I was looking right at Carol’s face. I suddenly realized the truth. Carol wasn’t sucking my cock and squeezing my balls. It was Ted. As I looked down, breathless, Ted took my cock out of his mouth with a slow, wet pop. He put it back in and began to suck even harder. He continued to suck as he played with my balls. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want it to feel so damn good. Carol looked at me with a big smile and says, “How do you like that Bob? Do you enjoy Ted sucking your cock? You sure look like you are enjoying it.” I didn’t say anything. My head was spinning and my cock felt too good in his mouth. Carol smiled and said, “I dare you to suck Ted.” Her eyes sparkling with a challenge that cut through the fog in my mind. The whiskey had me not thinking clearly; the lines of what I thought I wanted were blurring. “Go ahead, we all want to watch you. Do it!” I looked at Kate, who had a mischievous grin; and in that moment, I regretted making our drinks so strong. She wasn’t just watching; she was encouraging this. Before I could protest, Ted moved up, and his semi-hard dick was at my lips. The sight was overwhelming, yet the alcohol pushed me forward. I think it was the alcohol. I opened and suddenly felt his cock inside my mouth. I was surprised I didn’t choke. I wasn’t sure what to do. It was salty, hot, and intensely intimate. His cock grew hard in just a couple of motions, throbbing against my tongue. I glanced over to see that Carol had begun eating Kate's pussy, and Kate was obviously enjoying every second of it. She was lost in the sensation, her body vibrated with a new kind of energy. Carol had buried her tongue deep into her tasty hole, licking the delicious juices as Kate began to writhe. Then, she moved her tongue to lick Kate’s clit. The thought of Ted even touching me was revolting, the logical part of my brain still screamed in protest, however, I was still sucking his cock. The physical sensation was undeniable, a raw, primal feeling that the whiskey had allowed to take center stage. I watched Kate as she arched her back, her fingers tangled in Carol's hair, screaming, "Yes!... Right there!... Eat my pussy!... Suck it harder! Oh God, don't you stop Carol!... Give it to me!...Please… Make me cum again!" Her vulgarities rang through the room, a wild soundtrack to the scene. Ted grinned as he continued to fuck my mouth. I tried my best to use my tongue and suck on it, but I had never been here before. What was I doing here? The sound of Kate’s screams as she had a series of strong orgasms helped push Ted into coming. He began to thrust his hips, his breath hitching. He pulled out of my mouth and grabbed his cock, stroking it. He bucked and squirted a large white stream of cream over my chest. Ted’s penis shrank very small very quickly, the intensity of the moment drained away from him. I lay there confused. Had I really just sucked his cock? Carol leaned over and licked Ted’s cum off of my chest and then kissed me. Damn, I could taste Kate’s juices mixed in with Ted’s cum. Ted stood up, looking a bit dazed… and ready to leave… Carol looked at him as though he was crazy. She looked from him to me, then back again. "Ted, what in the hell do you think you are doing? We can’t leave yet!" she told him, her voice was sharp and demanding. "Ted. You can be such an asshole!... Do you really think I am going to leave this hard dick,” she said pointing at it. “Look at the size of the head on his cock! I’m not going anywhere until I fuck him!" She pointed again directly at my still-erect member, her intent clear. Ted shook his head and walked back into the living room to get dressed. Carol didn’t waste a second; she mounted my cock cowgirl style; she lifted herself up and straddled me, her knees pressing into the mattress. She slowly lowered her wet cunt down onto my hard cock guiding it with her hand, letting out a long moan as she took me in. She began to rock back and forth, her breasts swaying as I began to feel the juices from her cunt flowing down my leg. Carol screamed. “Fuck me…Fuck me…Damn it…You motherfucker…Damn your head is so fucking big…Damn it’s good. Screw me Bob! Her body finally stiffened as she continued to ride me. She began to squeeze me with her internal muscles, her body arching back as she entered a screaming climax. Oh Fuck! Fuck! Oh Shit…Fuck…I’m coming! Finally, she slowed down, her body going limp with satisfaction. She lifted her hips, and there was a loud, wet squelch as she pulled her soaking pussy off my still rock-hard cock. I could hear the viscous drip…drip… drip of her juices hitting the sheets. She reached over to give Kate a quick, lingering kiss, a final shared moment of intimacy, before she turned to pick up her skirt and walk back into the living room to join Ted. The room settled into a heavy, post-storm quiet. I lay there for a moment, the room still tilting slightly from the whiskey, and I looked at Kate. "Can you believe those two?" I asked, my voice sounding a bit distant to my own ears. Kate looked at me, and with a look in her eyes I've never seen before—a mixture of arousal, newfound power, and a strange, sharp focus. "Well," she said, her voice carrying an unusual command, "at least they both recognize a great cock when they see one." She laughed. She looked at my still hard cock and simply said, “Fuck me, Bob!” Surprised, I asked, "How do you want it?" She didn't hesitate. " You know Doggy Style is my favorite. You go so damn deep inside of me. I need to feel you deep inside me now!" She went onto all fours, her body ready. As she arched her back raising her rounded ass high in the air, she reached back to grab my cock…I got a perfect view of her backside. I noticed the entrance to her asshole was puckered up so tight and inviting. It was a beautiful, petite, and rosy-pink circle, perfectly centered between the smooth, tan curves of her cheeks. It looked remarkably delicate and well-groomed. I felt her hand reach back, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She guided the head of my cock to the entrance of her swollen, wet pussy, whispering, "Oh, Bob... right here... put it right there in my wet cunt. I want this...Fuck me!" As I entered her from behind, I noticed the feel of her pussy was so much tighter and warmer than Carol’s. I was rough, my movements heavy and rhythmic, the sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet bedroom. Kate didn’t shy away; she leaned into the aggression. I wet my index finger with saliva and begin to lubricate her asshole. I circled the entrance, barely applying pressure, before I gradually pushed my well lubed finger into her asshole and past the tight sphincter…two notches deep into her tight rectum. "Oh Bob…my asshole! …Oh, that feels so good, my ass feels so fucking good…Hell yes!" she exclaims as I pumped my cock into her vagina and my finger up inside of her ass simultaneously. I began a series of deep, deliberate thrusts, pulling my dick completely out each time so she could feel its head catch on her sensitive lips before reentering her. "Oh... that giant head... Shit…I can feel every inch of you...Fuck me…Please…Hard!!" she cries. I looked down at her face, seeing the mask of intense pleasure. I reached out, and felt her breasts, gently tugging on her nipples as I continued to ram my dick in and out of her. Kate continued to buck as I placed additional fingers up her ass. Obviously she was enjoying this. Her ass squirmed and moved up and down as her sphincter grasped my fingers tighter and tighter. "Yes! Fuck me hard, Bob!" she howled, her voice was raw. "Give it to me! Fuck me like the slut you want me to be! Harder! Don't you dare slow down! Her wet cunt continued to grip me tighter and tighter as I drove my cock into her harder and deeper. I continued to finger fuck her ass and the harder I shoved them into her the more she seemed to like it. Kate began to have anal orgasms that had her trembling all over and screaming, “Oh fuck yes…fuck my ass with your fingers…fuck…Oh…I’m coming…I’m coming!" Then her pussy erupted, bucking into a violent series of orgasms, her pussy walls clamping down on me like a vice. I didn’t let her pull away; I held her ass firmly, my fingers digging into her hips so I could continue to drive deep inside of her, meeting every spasm of her climax with a heavy, relentless thrust. Finally, I began to thrust even harder, burying my dick deep inside of her. Kate began to shudder violently. Her face glowed with a radiant heat, and her eyes snapped open wide as she began another long series of powerful orgasms. "Bob…I'm going to cum again…Shit, I can’t believe I’m going to cum again…Don't stop…Oh my God…YES!...I’m coming!" she yells. I couldn’t hold back any longer and released a massive torrent of creamy cum deep inside her already soaking cunt. She collapsed into the sheets, her chest heaving, her hair a wild halo around her face. I rolled onto my back beside her, the ceiling swirling above us as the distant sound of the front door closing signaled that Ted and Carol were gone. The silence of the room was heavy, filled only by our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the house. We were alone and changed.

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