The Graduation Gift

As a thirty-nine year old married mother of two children, a comment I made to my husband seven years prior as we stood on our front porch together about having sex with two men at once as his friend was backing out of our driveway, led to very many serious discussions. A year or so later we decided to try having an open marriage.

Since then we've swapped partners with three couples, attended a few swingers parties, and enjoyed ourselves with other people, sharing the details of our sexual adventures with one another. Our sex life with each other is better than we had ever imagined and it was extremely good beforehand.

During this time we'd found a great deal on a two acre lot on the shores of a lake in the upstate of SC, sold our home and rented a house while our new home on the lake was built.

We did business with the owner and operator of Moon landing, becoming close friends with him, his wife and their children. His son Mike was a blonde haired, blue eyed senior in high-school, hard working, polite, athletic, and very good looking.

My husband was constantly saying Mike was enamored with me and encouraged me to flirt with him whenever we filled up our boat, and picked up supplies for a day on the water. Mike graduated high-school and attended Clemson University, spending his breaks working for his father at the lake. Throughout his four years at college he excelled both athletically and academically, filling out his wiry frame with lean muscle, and flirting with me when he had the opportunity.

I'm five-seven, with blonde hair and brown eyes, with a 36D-24-38 figure that I spend hours in the gym to maintain. My husband is six-two, with dark hair, hazel eyes and a heavily muscled body from years of lifting weights, and is in excellent condition.

We'd received a graduation announcement, an invitation to a party for Mike when he graduated from college, unfortunately neither of us could attend, but we discussed his graduation present, deciding on two hundred dollars. My husband left a message for Mike telling him we couldn't be there, but we had a gift for him, which he could come by the house and pick up that Friday afternoon or anytime Saturday or Sunday if he was free.

I fussed at him saying he was working the night shift this weekend, and his parents were taking the children to see the Braves play, picking them up as soon as school was out and I had taken half a day off to make sure their bags were packed and the house was clean. He gave me a smile asking if I was scared to be alone when Mike showed up, telling me I could give him a little extra for his graduation present.

When I said he's just a boy, my husband stated he's a grown man now, and for the last few years both of you have flirted with each other, you might have a very awesome time if you give it a try.

I smiled, giggled, told him he was bad, asking him what would he say if I let Mike have his way with me. My husband grinned telling me to send him pictures, and laughed.

Friday afternoon when the children were gone and my husband was leaving for work, he reminded me to send pictures if I gave Mike a little extra for graduation. He kissed me bye and told me to have fun.

Earlier that day Mike had texted my husband telling him he'd drop by after work around six-thirty, or seven if that was okay. My husband texted back telling him that was fine.

Deciding to test my husband's theory, I took a shower, put on a black pushup bra, and matching thong, dried my hair,, pulling it back in a ponytail,fixed my makeup, and put on a thin. white floral prin thigh length robe, tied loose enough for my cleavage to show. When I checked myself out in the mirror, I told my reflection you are such a slut, and went to the kitchen fixing myself a strong mixed drink.

When I was fixing my second drink the doorbell rang, so I answered the door finding Mike on the front porch, wearing a Clemson polo, cargo shorts and boat shoes, and invited him in smelling like dial soap and a hint of stetson cologne.

His dazzling smile, the look on his face told me he liked what I was wearing, when he offered me his hand to shake. When I grabbed him, hugging him tightly, telling him congratulations, that we were proud of him, he hugged me back saying thank you, asking where everyone else was.

I told him my husband was at work, the children were on their way to watch the Braves and I was all alone fixing myself a drink, and asked if he would join me walking towards the kitchen.

When I apologized for not being fully dressed, he told me what I had on was very nice. I asked what he wanted to drink, and pointed out that envelope on the center island, he said he'd like a beer if we had any, if not anything was fine. When I opened the fridge and bent over to get his beer, I turned my head looking at him telling him we had Budlight or Coors and caught him staring at my backside, my robe was short enough he could almost see my thong and I had to ask again which one he wanted, he looked at me saying a Budlight please and saw my smile as I reached in to get his beer, bending over even further making sure he could see the thong covering my freshly shaved pussy and the cloth between the cheeks of my rear-end, hearing him clear his throat as I stood up,straightened my robe making sure he could see my cleavage when I opened his beer and put it on the center island leaning on my elbows allowing the top of my robe to open further so he could have a good view of my bra covered breasts.

He put the beer to his lips and when he put the bottle down it was almost empty. I said you must have been thirsty, do you want another one. He said yes ma'am if you don't mind, and was staring down the top of my robe while he spoke. I smiled and turned back to the fridge, putting a hand on the bottom shelf as I bent over reaching to the back of the fridge hearing Mike clearing his throat again as my robe was at the small of my back, letting him see my entire backside and my thong covered pussy which had begun to get damp. This time when I handed him his beer, leaning my elbows back on the island the sash of my robe had loosened and my right breast was completely visible, my nipples erect, straining against the thin smooth fabric.

I hadn't pulled my robe back down and with my second drink finished, had no intention of doing so. Mike was looking from my breast to my bottom as I talked and smiled at him. He took a few sips of his beer, set the bottle down, telling me he'd seen me in my bikinis, in the gym working out, but never had the chance or courage, to tell me what a hot, sexy lady I was. Mrs Pam you are beautiful, sexy, and I have dreamed many times about being alone with you.

I asked if he would like to come closer and see more, noticing a bulge in his cargo shorts when he shook his head yes. I stood up undid the sash on my robe, pulling it open as he stepped up to me. I told him I wanted him to kiss me, take off my clothes and do whatever he had ever dreamed about.

He pulled me against him our mouths meeting, our tongues exploring as his young strong hands caressed my skin, pushing my robe off, letting it fall to the floor as he unhooked and removed my bra squeezing my breasts. He grabbed my ponytail pulling my head back telling me he wanted to fuck me so bad.

When I dropped my hand to his shorts, feeling the long hard bulge they contained, he let go of my hair, unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped his shorts, kicking off his shoes, stepping out of his shorts wearing boxer briefs his erect cock begging to be freed.

He cock was as long as my husband's, just not as thick, but the head was huge, as I released it from the confines of his underwear and started stroking him, his body smooth as silk, the only hair on his head and eyebrows.

We went directly to the master bedroom, the lights left on as he pulled off my thong dropped it on the bed, removed his underwear, his muscles rippling as he moved, when I tried to grab his cock, he put his hands on my waist, lifting me off the floor, wrapped my legs around his waist and with one long smooth stroke his erection entered my wet pussy and he started fucking me standing up as I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his shaft slide in and out of me, laying my head on his shoulder telling him how much I liked the way he was fucking me.

His strong hands on my waist pushed my hips back and forth sliding his luscious cock into the depths of my pussy, felt amazing. He whispered in my ear, this feels so good, your wet pussy is very tight, and I want to fuck you all night.

He lowered me gently to the bed, thrusting harder, our bodies slapping loudly together with each slow hard thrust. He pulled out, kneeling on the floor, pulled me to the edge of the bed, using both hands to spread the lips of my pussy apart, his soft lips and tongue licking,sucking, and gently biting me from my puckered anus to my swollen clit, bringing me to orgasm quickly, my juices dripping from his face as I came back to back several times. Then as he sucked my clit between his lips, his flicking the tip of his tongue against it, he slid two fingers into my dripping wet pussy,found my g-spot, rubbing both fingers against it, making me moan in ecstasy as I squirted streams of cum into his mouth and face, telling him, how much I loved it.

Mike said cum for me baby, opening his mouth as I began squirting again, bucking my hips against his fingers and hand, pinching, pulling my nipples, squeezing my breasts, as the room started spinning.

I asked him to stop before I passed out, telling him I wanted to suck his cock and balls, and taste his cum. He withdrew his fingers, putting them to my lips telling me to suck them as he crawled in bed beside me as I licked and sucked my juices from his fingers and hand. He started kissing me forcefully, placing my hand on his steel hard shaft, stroking it with me, as we stopped kissing. He asked if I liked helping him jack off, his hand holding mine around it, moving faster and squeezing harder, telling me to stroke his dick and make him cum.

He laid on his back, letting me stroke him, telling me that's what I want, as I got to my knees beside him sucking the large engorged head of his long cock, as I stroked even faster. I asked him to grab my phone and record me going down on him if he wanted, taking more of his shaft in my mouth bobbing up and down until I felt the head touching my throat, stopping there before I gagged.

When I crawled between his legs, looking up at him, he had my phone, looking at the screen, telling me this is so fucking hot, suck my dick, take it all thrusting his hips upward until my lips were at the base of his shaft and I started gagging, my saliva leaking from the corners of my mouth as I tried to deep throat him as long as I could, coming up for air after only a second or two. He asked me to do it again, holding the phone with one hand, using the other to push the back of my head, telling me he was going to cum as the swollen head of his cock entered my throat, making me gag once again, lifting up and squeezing his shaft stroking as his cock erupted, spraying warm, thick, salty semen in my mouth and down my throat making me swallow three or four times until his cum was just oozing, show me your tongue, open your mouth let me see it, so I did, sticking my cum covered tongue out before I swallowed. When I went back down on his shaft the phone hit the floor as Mike groaned loudly telling me I was very good at sucking dick.

His hard shaft started waning but he was still semi erect as I moved up his beautiful body laying on top of him, kissing him gently until our tongues swirled together our juices mixing as we kissed harder and more passionately during which time I felt his long, lovely cock become fully erect.

I told him that I would really like for him to fuck me and lowered myself onto his shaft as we smiled at one another, stretching the inner walls of my pussy until I was completely impaled on his cock. He sat up just enough to suck my nipples in his mouth, biting down gently as I began rocking back and forth on his shaft, telling him to bite a little harder, that it would make me cum, and he did, causing my juices to flow like a waterfall.

We changed positions several times over the next forty-five minutes or so until his warm thick semen flooded my pussy. He took my phone off the floor, taking more video and photos of me sprawled out naked on the bed, and after a little while we were at it again, kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking most of the night, he jacked off on my breasts, with a great deal of astroglide, and patience he fucked me in the ass, leaving every orifice of my body full of his seed.

Around five in the morning we showered together fucking for the last time before he left. I told him I hoped he liked his graduation present and to come back soon that I had a wonderful time with him. We hugged, and kissed at the front door, and he said he'd be back anytime I wanted and left me standing at the door in my robe, tired, a bit sore, but very satisfied.

My husband came home finding me asleep on the couch with the TV on and after covering me up, went to sleep after changing the linens.

I ended up having Mike over three or four more times when I was alone for the night each time thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

I downloaded the videos and photos to a thumb drive which I've watched with my husband and it's locked away in a safety deposit box at the bank now along with several others from my husband's and my adventures.