An Island Exchange

My husband John and I were on vacation in the Caribbean with another couple, Dave and Kim. They were delightful people that we had known for some time but had never vacationed together. They were an attractive couple in their early thirties as we were.

The island was beautiful, great sand beaches with clear greenish water that provided wonderful snorkeling adventures. It was an exotic island, fringed with palm trees waving in the gentle winds. In the evening we would walk on the beach, the moonlight shining on the water lapping at the shores.

The Club Med where we were staying catered to couples only, and these couples were mostly around our age, some younger and some older. As the week progressed we noted that there were romantic couplings going on, and it seemed not always with their spouses and girl friends. We learned that this Club Med was noted for the exchanges that were taking place.

One time when Kim and I were alone, she said there seemed to be a resurgence of the swinging that was present in the sixties and seventies. I said from what I was seeing it seemed to be true. Then she asked if I thought of doing an exchange, and I said that I never thought of switching. I asked her if she had done that before, and she said no, but she and Dave had talked about it. “If one ever did that, this beautiful romantic island would seem to be the perfect setting, and seeing what’s going on around us is really exciting.” I wondered if she was thinking that we might exchange.

Later, when John and I were alone I mentioned our conversation, and he said Dave had talked about it, and was hinting that they might be open to participating. I told him that you would not agree. He said “why don’t you talk to her; she might be interested-this would be the perfect place to experiment, and look at what all the others are doing.”

Dave and Kim had four children, and John kidded them about it, suggesting that he have a vasectomy. After the birth of our second child, John had one without telling me what he planned, knowing that I wouldn’t want him to have that operation, as I really wanted another child-we had two girls, and I wanted a boy. I was quite angry with him for going ahead without discussing it with me beforehand.

There was a lot of drinking going on, and the four of us drank our share which was mostly rum drinks. After dinner of the third evening, Dave was hinting about doing a swap, but we didn’t take him up on it. John and I discussed it when we went to bed. John said if we did, Dave would be getting the best of it because I was more beautiful and attractive then Kim, but even so Kim was still a good looking woman with curves in all the right places. When we discussed it, it was definitely the rum talking.

Things changed the next night. The management put on a big party with plenty of rum and other drinks flowing, followed by a dinner with more drinks after, and by later evening we were definitely feeling the effects, talking and laughing a lot.

At that point Dave looked at John and said “why don’t we exchange-you like Kim don’t you?”

He said, “Yes, I like Kim, she is very attractive.” Then he said “is that OK with you Kim?”

She looked at him and said, “Yes, if it’s alright with Dave.”

John said “well, you will have to ask Sandy, it would be up to her.” Sandy looked at me and asked if that is what I wanted to do. I said, “Yes, it is alright with me for you to be with Dave.” She didn’t look very happy and said, “Are you sure?” I said, “Yes.”

John took Kim’s arm and said they would be in our room. As they left was I was having second thoughts, but Dave brought me another drink to relax me, and I decided that if my husband and Kim were going to do it, then I was also. Dave took my arm and we left for his room.

When we entered the room, he pulled me into his arms and began kissing me. I was hesitant at first, but finally returned his kisses. I was becoming aroused as he began stripping me, first undoing my blouse, taking it off, then unbuttoning my skirt, sliding the zipper down and pushing my skirt down to my ankles. I was now standing in my lacy bra and sheer lacy slip.

At that moment I remembered something-I was just entering my fertile period, and of course I wasn’t on any birth control since John had a vasectomy. I told Dave, and said I couldn’t risk intercourse. But he said, “John is doing it to my wife, and you agreed, and now you’re trying to back out.”

Finally I agreed, but said we have to be careful. Then I said, “It would serve him right if I got pregnant since he agreed to this, and he had a vasectomy without discussing it with me, and I wanted another child.” But I said, “We can’t risk my getting pregnant.”

He assured me that he would be careful, and wouldn’t come in me. With that assurance I reluctantly agreed. Besides, the thought of having intercourse with this handsome man was getting me excited, and I felt myself moistening. This would be the first time I would be having sex with another man. I had been faithful in our marriage, but if this swapping was what John wanted to do, then I was going to let Dave have me.

I could feel my body flushing, and I was trembling in his arms as he continued stripping me, sliding my slip over my hips to the floor. Now I was standing in only my bra, lacy panties, and my garter belt attached to sheer stockings. After he undid my bra, freeing my breasts he looked at me admiringly, saying, “You’re lovely.”

He stroked my breasts till my nipples were firm, kissing and caressing me till I was on an erotic plateau. He took his time, continuing stroking and arousing me, finally sliding my panties down, holding me as I stepped out of them. I was embarrassed as he looked at my body, naked except for my satiny garter belt and sheer stockings.

My legs barely held me up; I was so weak with my arousal, almost collapsing as he lifted me, placing me on the bed. I was even more flushed and trembling, watching him as he began to strip. When he took off his shorts I saw his cock for the first time. It was impressive, and even more so as he began to harden, becoming even larger-very thick and very long. My eyes widened as I looked at his cock, now standing straight out, and I wondered if I could take him into me. I knew I was in for an experience that I would long remember.

He lost no time in joining me on the bed. He continued stroking my breasts, then sliding a hand down to my thighs. I hesitated, holding my thighs together as he tried to open my legs, then relaxing, allowing him to press open my thighs. He moved his hand there, caressing me, finding the wet lips of my vulva. I gasped as his fingers stroked into me, gasping again as he found my clitoris.

I was getting more and more aroused as he stroked and lifted my clitoris, moaning now, my body flushed. He slid a finger into me, then two fingers, continuing to stimulate me till I was on an erotic plateau, my body trembling to his caresses. I was groaning now as he pressed my legs open more, sensing that I completely surrendered to him. There was no way I could stop him now, and he knew this as he rose up and moved between my open legs.

He directed his cock against the swollen lips of my cunt, the head pressing into me, pressing firmly, and I felt myself opening to him. I lifted my knees to ease the pain of his entry. He continued the relentless pressure, stretching me more, and I gasped as he pushed into my vagina. He held still for a moment, the bulbous head inside me before continuing to enter me, pushing further and further into me, gradually filling me with his huge cock.

I had never been so stretched, and I cried out as he impaled me, and to my amazement I came as he filled me, crying out, my body shaking, my legs clutching him. He didn’t move till my spasms subsided. I think the pure naughtiness of what we were doing, being fucked by another man for the first time since I was married, and having such a large cock in me was so erotic that I came immediately. I had never been so excited, and the lush tropical setting contributed to make this an experience one that I would never forget.

Soon I felt him moving again, stroking slowly back and forth in me, almost pulling out each time before pushing into me again. My whole being was centered on this cock that was filling me, raising me to an erotic high, pleasuring me to a level that I had never experienced.

Soon he was stroking more powerfully into me, and then I remembered and said, “Don’t come in me!”

He said he wouldn’t, and continued thrusting into me, raising me to higher and higher levels of arousal. Then I felt it-a warmth beginning in my vagina, my cervix, spreading to my uterus and pelvis, and spreading over my body, a feeling now so intense that I cried out as I was swept into a climax, groaning, “Dave, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

He continued his thrusting as I groaned and shuddered, my body in spasm, clutching him with my arms and legs as my climax went on an on, crying out again and again as I was overwhelmed with the intensity of my orgasm. I felt his cock swelling and I knew he was going to come in me, and I knew I was powerless to stop him.

He gripped my ass and pushed fully into my cunt as he began spurting into me, spurting against my cervix, filling me with his semen, my hands pulling his ass tightly against me as he emptied himself, my vagina awash with his sperm, which I know was entering my uterus, and very likely making me pregnant.

He held himself fully into me till and I felt his cock softening. He stayed into me, holding me, kissing me, stroking me, and after awhile I felt his cock hardening again. I couldn’t believe he was getting hard so soon, and finally he became fully erect and began fucking me again.

I was responding, moving with him as he fucked me so expertly, again raising me to an erotic high, continuing to thrust into me till I felt another climax approaching, feeling him swelling again, and I cried out once more as I felt him coming in me. I was helpless as I was caught up in another powerful climax, groaning and crying out with the intensity of it, my body in spasm again. The fact that I was risking pregnancy just added to the erotic climax, feeling him coming in me.

Finally he withdrew his softening cock, and moved beside me. I lay there spread-eagled, my cunt awash with his sperm, and I felt our juices leaking onto my thighs. I began sobbing with the realization that I might be pregnant from this episode. Dave tried to comfort me, but it didn’t help. I felt completely drained, my body limp.

Finally I got up and began dressing. After I pulled my panties on, I could feel the crotch getting wet from his semen. As I was getting ready to return to my room Dave said he would like to switch again the next night. I said I didn’t know; it would be up to John.

I had phoned our room, and they were finished, and I passed a smiling Kim in the hall. She took one look at me, and she knew I had been thoroughly fucked.

I got back to the room and I found my husband in bed, looking quite happy. He asked me if Dave did it to me, and when I said yes he asked me if I came. I again said yes, and he said, “You don’t come very often when we do it.” I said “I think it was because we tried something new for us, and almost everyone else in this place seems to be doing the same thing.” Then I said, “How about you-did you have a good time?” He looked sheepish, so I knew he did. He admitted it and said that Kim went down on him and he came, and later he got hard again and he fucked her and came again.

I said, “Dave wants to get together again tomorrow night, and I said I would have to talk to you. What do you want to do?”

“Kim also wants to get to get together again, so why don’t we do it?” I agreed.

We had a pleasant after-dinner glow from the drinks when Dave made the first move, taking my arm and leading me off. Looking over my shoulder I saw John leaving with Kim.

When we entered Dave’s room he took me in his arms again, and this time there was no hesitation on my part. I had dressed especially for the occasion. I had started with a garter belt, sheer hose, then white lacy open-legged panties with a matching bra and half slip. Then a clinging white dress that came above my knees.

I was moistening again as he kissed and stroked me, before starting to strip me. He took his time, enjoying exposing me slowly, beginning with my dress which he unzipped and pushed to the floor. My slip followed; he unclipped my bra, freeing my breasts, and stroked them till my nipples were firm. I started to sag with my arousal, and he lifted me onto the bed, slowly sliding my panties down and off. Except for my stocking and garter belt I was naked, and I felt myself blushing as he gazed at me admiringly. He quickly stripped.

He pressed my thighs open as he continued his caresses, his fingers moving on my moist lips till I was moaning and trembling. I opened my legs further, surrendering to him, ready to take him into me. He moved over, mounting me, directing his now very hard cock against my vagina, the large swollen head pressing against me.

I was groaning now as I felt myself opening to him, my cunt stretching to accommodate him. I cried out as the bulbous head entered me, and I raised my knees, spreading my legs more as he pushed into me, filling me, advancing his cock till I was impaled again, giving a hoarse cry. It was so erotic, being filled like that, and with another man’s cock.

Once again he began slowly moving into me, gradually increasing his thrusting, taking plenty of time with me, lifting me to higher and higher levels of arousal, bringing me to an erotic plateau where I was totally helpless, gasping and crying out again and again. Just as I was approaching a climax I felt him swelling, and knew he was going to come in me again, but I could do nothing as I was overwhelmed with an orgasm that went on and on.

As I gripped him with my legs I felt his spasms as his cock erupted into me, filling the deepest area of my vagina with his semen, and I welcomed the flow of his sperm, probably flowing through my cervix into my uterus.

If I missed getting pregnant last night, I very likely was impregnated this time, and I didn’t care. I now decided that I wanted to get pregnant, and if I did it would be my husband’s fault for agreeing to this exchange. I was in the second day of my fertile cycle, and it was very likely that I was pregnant already. The thought that he was probably inseminating me just added to my erotic responses, making my climaxes so much more intense.

Dave started to apologize again for coming in me, but he said he couldn’t help it, especially as I told him not to stop last night. I looked at him, and said, “I want to get pregnant again and you’re attractive and intelligent so it is perfect. I want to be fertilized, and it is John’s fault for getting a vasectomy. Maybe we could do it once more so I could be sure-then we will have covered my whole fertile period.” We didn’t have a second fuck so I dressed and returned to our room. Kim was just leaving and we smiled at each other as we passed.

John and I didn’t say much when I returned, but he asked me if I had a good time, and again I said yes. He said, “I don’t want to do this scene again-I think we experimented enough.” I wondered if he didn’t have as good a time as the night before. I said, “Now that it’s fun you want to quit.” He just said that we shouldn’t do it again, but I was having a great time and I wanted to do it again, and now I wanted to be sure that I got pregnant. If I did John could not say anything.

The nest day when Kim and I were alone I expressed the wish that I wanted to get pregnant, and I was ovulating at this time. I told her I wanted to do it again to be sure, but John didn’t want to exchange again.

Kim said, “I’ll help! I have an idea. Let John know that you are going with me in the afternoon to check out some gift stores. Then we will go to our room, and I’ll see that Dave does it to you again.” I agreed if we could arrange it. Kim asked if it would bother me if she was there when we had intercourse. I thought about it a minute and said, “I think it will be alright.”

Well, I told my husband that we were going shopping, but he noticed that I dressed in some of my best underwear, all lacy pink with a short pink blouse and skirt. I said, “I don’t always like to look like beach bum.” He accepted this.

I went to their room, and was greeted by Kim. Dave wasn’t there yet. I told Kim I was nervous about this, and she said we need a drink. She poured a stiff drink which I downed quickly, and she poured another, joining me both times. I soon finished this one and I had a pleasant glow as we laughed about our husbands. She poured another, saying, “I need to be sure you are in the mood, and not embarrassed.” At that moment Dave came in as if by some pre-arranged signal.

Kim asked me if she could help me get ready, and I agreed, feeling the effects of the drinks. She brought me over to the bed, and then slowly undid my blouse, removing it, unzipping my shirt, taking it down and off, leaving me standing in my sheer underwear. She said “You really look great!” She removed my bra and I covered my breasts, embarrassed. She just smiled and asked me to kneel on the edge of the bed. I hesitated, but she insisted and I did as she said, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

She said I want to get you in the mood as she started caressing my breasts. I started to resist but she reassured me as she continued, pulling my slip up till it hung from my waist. She continued her expert caresses till I began to be aroused, especially as she was stroking my thighs, pressing my legs open and pushing my head and shoulders to the bed.

I gasped as she stroked up my inner thighs, slipping a finger under the leg of my panties, finding my swollen and wet vulva, caressing me there till I was moaning. She slipped my panties to my knees displaying me erotically, my rounded ass in the air, my moist and reddened lips exposed to both of them.

They both began on me now, working on my breasts and vagina, Kim slipping fingers into me; caressing my clitoris at the same time. I was groaning now with my arousal as these two experts aroused me even more, my trembling body responding, my breasts hanging down, my nipples firm. Kim pressed my thighs open more, presenting my moist and gaping cunt to her husband. I had offered token resistance at being displayed so lewdly, but I was so aroused that I surrendered, wondering what these two would do to me. I don’t know what I was expecting.

I soon found out as Kim held my lips open with one hand while she reached for the very stiff cock of her husband, directing it to the opening of my cunt, holding it steady as he pressed against me and into me, crying out as he entered me. Dave held my hips in place as he stretched me out with his advancing cock, beginning to fill my vagina, soon pushing against my cervix as he entered me fully, holding me impaled on his cock.

Kim moved back now as Dave, holding my hips firmly, began a steady thrusting. I was groaning as he fucked me, my breasts swaying as kept pushing into me, raising me to erotic highs, moaning continuously as he entered me so deep, much deeper in this position, fucking me powerfully.

It was so erotic, being taken like this, on my hands and knees, my rounded ass in the air as his cock plumed my depths, my body jerking to his thrusting. I was getting close, my body responding to him, concentrating on the incredible feelings his rigid cock was evoking in me. Then it began, my climax beginning to build as I felt the head of his cock swelling in me, thrusting more powerfully, and I knew he was close as well.

I was on the brink-then my orgasm swept over me and I know I screamed, my body shaking as he held me, and I felt his climax as his swollen cock began spurting into me, once more filling my vagina with his semen. My orgasm went on and on as he continued to empty himself into me, groaning as he came deep in my cunt, spurting into my cervix, and I thought if I wasn’t pregnant from the last encounters, I was certainly pregnant now.

He held himself into me for the longest time, finally removing his softening cock, releasing me, and my exhausted body collapsed on the bed. A smiling and aroused Kim rolled me over and placed a pillow under me to raise my ass, and pushed my thighs together, improving the chance of conception. After sufficient time to allow the sperm to enter my uterus, Kim helped me dress.

Kim said, “I think Dave got you pregnant, and that’s what we both wanted for you. We planned carefully to get you and John to agree to this exchange so you could be inseminated. Your arrogant husband will know who knocked you up, and we couldn’t be more delighted. It was great when you told Dave you were ovulating, so we were determined to see that you got pregnant.”

I said, “I can’t believe you planned this! How could you do this to me?”

“By Dave sticking it to you we were really sticking it to your husband! We can’t wait till he finds out you are pregnant. His ego is going to suffer a lot. By the way, you won’t be the first wife that Dave has inseminated. We really get a rush out of Dave making a cuckold of some smug husband, and making his wife pregnant.”

I was angry and tearful at being set-up like that; but when I thought about it later I was glad that I had that experience-never had I been taken, used and fucked so thoroughly as I was by this man. And never have I had the experience of being filled by a cock that size.

And I hoped that I was pregnant, but I would have to wait till it was confirmed.

When I met John again I said nothing about what had happened, but he noticed my flushed face and said you shouldn’t hurry in this climate. After dinner we packed for our departure the next morning. On the way home none of us talked about our romantic interlude.

A month passed and I missed my period. I waited till I had missed my second period before I talked to John, and my pregnancy test came back positive. John was angry, but I said it was his fault because he wanted to trade. When he asked me to get an abortion I refused. He was not happy, and also he was losing interest in having sex with me.

I ran into Kim and told her about my pregnancy-she was delighted that I had conceived, and she couldn’t wait to tell Dave. I told her John was going away on business for three days, and she invited me over for dinner when he left.

We had cocktails and wine with dinner. I told them that John was angry, and I also told them that he lost interest in having sex. They were comforting, and then Kim took my arm and led me into the bedroom saying I’m going to send in Dave, and she did. He took me in my arms and began kissing me.

I responded to him knowing that he wanted to make love to me. I didn’t resist as he slowly began stripping me, starting with my dress, then my slip, my bra and finally my panties. By the time he placed me on the bed I was aroused and ready.

He stripped, spread my legs and mounted me. I cried out as he entered me, pushing into me, filling me with his cock. It was a repeat of the last time as he fucked me thoroughly, and I came as he ejaculated into me. Kim had come into the room and seen the whole thing.

It wasn’t the last time that Dave fucked me while I was pregnant. They were both delighted as they observed my increasing girth. Finally I delivered a boy, and I couldn’t have been more pleased. And it wasn’t the end of being fucked by Dave. With Kim’s blessing he was between my legs several times, doing it to me, fucking me thoroughly, and filling me again and again with his semen. However, now I was taking precautions or I definitely would be pregnant.