We become swingers 1.

Its been about two months since Carmen and Peter moved into the apartment behind mine in the big old Victorian mansion on Rose Lane. Jeff and I became friends with this older couple and I immediately appropriated Carmen as my running partner. I had been looking for a running companion for some time and Carmen fit the bill perfectly. And through our many conversations while jogging down the back roads we became as close as sisters. But after Carmen talked me into a little exhibition sex-capade with Jeff; letting her and Peter watch us while we made love; without Jeff’s knowledge, I kind of pulled away from my new neighbors a little bit. Although Jeff took it pretty well, in the stark light of day I was embarrassed by what we had done, and it took a while before I could face Carmen and Peter again. But since Carmen was my running partner, and we run together every evening when I’m at home alone without Jeff, it didn’t take me too long to get comfortable around her again. We didn’t talk about any sexually- related stuff, and I was beginning to push the peeping incident into the back of my mind as just one of those things… Well looking back, after last night, I know better now. You see, I have a very “experimental” outlook on life. I also have a very active imagination, and that includes things sexual. I guess that the unusual and kinky excites me more than it does most women. Its always been that way for me, for as far back as I can remember. The good part about it is that all of my boyfriends really liked that about me. The bad part is that sometimes I get talked into things that other women would scoff at and walk away from. This story is about something that took place last night. I’m still a little shaken by the whole thing but thought I’d write about it while everything is still fresh in my memory. (Kind of a therapeutical thing I guess.) -=*=- The topic of sex came back up last night. It was almost dark by the time Carmen and I had finished our ten mile run and where doing our “cooling off” exer- cises in the front yard. She asked if she could use the computer and do a little cruising on the swinger sites. Well, I have to admit that I enjoy looking at all the different kinks that these swinger-types advertise, and besides I didn’t want to offend Carmen by playing the prude. So I said that we could for an hour or so, but that Jeff was coming over at eight o’clock. Jeff and I had been apart all week, and I had special plans for him that evening. We hurried up to my apartment and Carmen turned on my computer, while I went into take a quick shower. I was soaping up when the bathroom door opened and Carmen popped her head into the room, “Hey Krissy, how about you and Jeff have dinner with Peter and me tonight?” I opened the shower door slightly and looked out; I was going to tell Carmen that Jeff and I were planning on having dinner at Raffia’s Place in town this evening. My answer choked in my throat. She was standing there completely naked. I finally gained control of my voice and asked, “Carmen, what are you up to out there anyway?” “Oh nothing, I just thought we could take a shower together, so we’d have more time at the keyboard.” Having said that she walked into the bathroom and opened the shower door and stepped into the tub next to me. I was embarrassed being in such a strange situation with her. Yes, I know that we’d just had sex with each other not two weeks before, but I hadn’t planned on making it a regular habit. I was still a little freaked from my last experience and began to protest, when Carmen placed her index finger to my lips, saying “shush” at the same time. I looked into her beautiful eyes, (Carmen looks very much like a young Lauren Bacall. No, really she really does) and I could tell that I was succumbing to her demands on me again. It’s funny, only a moment before I was busily washing my body, thinking about nothing in particular, and now I was standing open to my friend with my knees tremb- ling waiting for her to do whatever she wanted to me. As I watched the water running down her perfect breasts, I thought, “life’s strange” then all I could think about was the feel of her lips wrapped around my left nipple as she sucked it in to her wonderfully warm moist mouth. God, it felt good! The water was cascading down on us both now, and Carmen’s auburn hair was completely soaked as she bent over my breasts. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to get my hair wet, or I wouldn’t be able to go out to the movies with Jeff later. It was almost like Carmen could read my mind, because she twisted us in a circular motion into the full spray of the shower head, pressing me against the wall; I could feel the jet of water raining down on me as my hair quickly became plastered to my head. Now completely soaked, I couldn’t help myself… I began to feel the heat in me building, an excitement that I usually only experience with Jeff when we make love. I hadn’t planned this, but the contact with this beautiful older woman was making me crazy. Then Carmen began to press down on my shoulders with her hands. I didn’t know what she wanted me to do, so I resisted her until she told me to “sit.” (My shower is one of those inserts that has a built-in tub, with surround. This model has a seat formed at the back inside corner.) So, not knowing what else to do, I let her force me into a sitting position in front of her. My face was now parallel to her wet pussy. I could see rivulets of water running down her flat stomach, beading up on her furry little strip of trimmed pubic hair. Was she try- ing to get me to do something to her? Did I want to do anything to her? I was confused, but I had to admit that the dewy little strip of trimmed pubic hair looked very sexy. Carmen’s pussy disappeared from my view and was re- placed by her lovely face. She had now knelt in front of me, pushing my legs wide apart, and I could feel the water raining down on us as if we were in a summer storm. I looked on, as this beautiful woman bent her head down between my legs. I jumped as I felt her hot tongue tickling my clit. I was amazed that she could home in without any preamble, right to my pleasure nub. It was so fantastic! I have never had any personal experience like that be- fore. Carmen knew exactly how to excite my body, every move she made with her tongue shot me higher than the moment before. I could feel her tongue playing over my clit one moment, then delve between my pussy lips to wiggle inside me. She was wonderful! In the moment before my orgasm began I realized that she had played my body like an instrument. I had no control over the sensations she had brought on me, and my face flushed as I realized that she was bring- ing me higher that even sex with Jeff ever had. I laid back against the wall, quietly moaning, unable to stop myself from coming. The water was beating down on my swollen nipples, and battering my contracting stomach muscles as I came on Carmen’s tongue. Within a few moments the pleasure was so intense that I began to beg Carmen to stop. But she wouldn’t, she kept up her tongue-torture as I squirmed around trying to escape the intense pleasure she was giving me. Finally I slipped off the shower seat onto the floor of the stall, having the effect of pulling Carmen’s mouth away from my throbbing clit. I was breathing so hard, that when she brought her mouth to mine, I had to pull away from her or smother. I rolled into a fetal position on the shower floor, instinctively covering my crotch so she couldn’t do anything else to me. I needed time to recover. Carmen reached up and turned off the shower, then lay next to me on the shower stall floor. “Krissy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come so hard before, you were beautiful.” She hugged me to her but I still couldn’t speak, so we laid there for a few minutes in silence. After a time, I finally began to move. I wanted to get away from Carmen. I felt like she was trying to turn me into a lesbian or something. I had liked our sex too much, she had been in complete control of my body and soul, and that bothered me. No, it frightened me! “Carmen, we have to get dressed! Jeff will be here soon, and I don’t want him to see us like this!” I hoped that she would accept that, and maybe even leave for her own apartment. But she could read me like a book. She knew that I was uncomfortable with the thoughts she had helped put into my mind. “Krissy, don’t feel bad about what we just did. It’s called swinging. It doesn’t mean that you’re queer, its something that just about everybody who swings does. You’re a natural, you know. You should try the full blown deal, you’d love it, and so would Jeff, I’m sure of it. “I was disappointed when you patched the peep hole we made, and I’ve been so frustrated being around you and Jeff all the time, when I just know that you guys would make perfect partners. And yes, I know that you have thought about it, and rejected the idea because Peter and I have had so many lovers. But I tell you we are perfectly safe. With AIDS tests and condoms, its safer than dating.” I was staring at her perfect breasts with those large erect, dusky colored nipples, as she urgently explained that I wasn’t queer, and that the swinger life-style was as natural and easy as a walk in the park, when Jeff walked in! “Shit!” I mumbled under my breath as I saw my man standing in the doorway wide-eyed, with his mouth wide open as he stared at us in disbelief. There we were, naked, sitting on my bed with Carmen’s arm around my shoulders, and the palm of her hand making little circles on my stomach. I gasped and jumped up, trying to cover myself. But Carmen just sat there and leaned back with the palms of her hands supporting her body from behind. I was grabbing my robe as I turned to see her smiling up at Jeff, slowly spreading her legs to him. For a moment, I was angry with her. How dare she flirt with my boyfriend! Then in an instant I realized that she was just doing what she’d done hundreds of times before. Carmen wanted to have sex with Jeff, and she wanted to line me up for her husband. The thought ex- cited me, even against my will. At that moment I knew I should say something to stop this but I didn’t. I stood frozen, as I watched the scene before me. My handsome man standing there, long blonde curls resting on his broad shoulders, standing there quietly looking at Carmen. And Carmen sitting in front of him, her strong tanned legs spread wide, showing him her per- fectly trimmed snatch; her bright pink pussy lips slightly open, exposing her core, her clit distended with obvious excitement. I held my breath for what seemed forever, waiting to see what would happen next.

I didn’t have to wait long. To my surprise, Carmen got up off the bed and began to dress. But she was putting on a show for Jeff even now. I could see that he was bulging his pants, and so could Carmen. It was so erotic to watch my man watching her. I was lost in my own excitement, still standing naked just out of Jeff’s line of sight. As Carmen slipped on her T-shirt she said, “Jeff, I hope you liked the show. I was asking Krissy to join Peter and I tonight for a little safe swinger-style sex. I’d really love to fuck you Jeff, and I mean that.” Carmen walked close by Jeff, stopping long enough to brush his crotch with her hand, then came over to me. Jeff swung around and saw that I was still naked, hold- ing my robe in my hands. Carmen stopped in front of me for a moment and said in a low voice, “Think about it Kristen. I really need some excitement, I’m going crazy in this little vil- lage, and I promise it will be safe.” With that said, Carmen leaned in close to me, pushing be back against the wall and began a long deep french kiss, she made me part my lips, and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She quickly had me panting for breath, then she winked at Jeff and walked out of the room. -=*=- “I can’t believe it Kristen! “You mean to tell me that you two just had sex? And that you’ve done it before with her!? “I mean, come on baby, what am I suppose to think!? Did you like it?” Jeff had that whining twang to his voice that I knew he used when we were going to have an argument. This time, I couldn’t blame him. This whole thing was my fault, helped greatly by Carmen seducing me. I had made Jeff feel less manly, made him wonder about my sexuality. Tearfully I apologized, “Jeffy I’m so sorry, it’s just that Carmen is so much more experienced than me, and she just seems to take control of the situation. “You know me! I’m always the one making things happen, its just that around her… I just can’t seem to help myself.” I felt terrible, like I had betrayed him, cheated on him. But my apologies were cut short when the phone rang and Jeff picked up the cordless receiver. “Hello?” He stood there listening as I watched him. He’d been away for almost a week, working for the state parks department this time. He had been out in the sun and weather and looked as dark as an Indian in the room’s soft light. His brilliant blue eyes were looking at me as I stood naked before him. The thought suddenly occurred to me that if we made love it would make him feel better and less threatened by what he had just witnessed. He hadn’t said a word, he was just listening to the person at the other end. I thought that “why not” get things going while he was unable to say anything to me. I dropped my robe and padded over to him and took hold of his belt buckle. He looked into my eyes and I just wanted to melt into him. I could smell that “man smell” he had when he’d worked all day outside. (He hadn’t even stopped by his own place first.) I quickly undid his buckle and opened the fly of his Levi’s. Jeff was pretending to ignore me as he listened to the person talking at the other end. I was wondering a lit- tle why he hadn’t said anything, but with a quick tug on his pants I was distracted by his beautiful cock bouncing around in front of me. (Jeff never wears underwear, which I encourage.) I know that I have described his handsome tool in another story, but he is so well endowed that I just have to take a moment to describe it. No its not 15 inches long nor is it like a baseball bat. Our measurements make it just at 5-1/4 inches long and 5 inches in circumference when fully erect. This is, in my opinion “the” perfect size. But what makes Jeff’s cock so beautiful is the color and texture of the skin. His cock looks so strong and powerful it makes me weak-kneed when I think about it at oddest times, like when I’m grocery shopping or worse, at the gynecol- ogist. (ahem… sorry about that, didn’t mean to get so carried away.) So at any rate there I am with my hand on Jeff’s beautiful cock, and I know what I’m going to do. Nor- mally I wait until after we shower, but I thought that in this case a little emergency blowjob was needed. Knowing that he would taste a little gamy, but still loving the feel of his cock on my tongue, I knelt in front of him. Looking up into his face like a suppli- cant at a religious shrine, I brought the head of his cock to my lips in a whisper of a kiss. But just then there was a noise behind us and I looked around with my heart in my throat. It was Peter!