As we walked in the door, we were still buzzed, some from the drinks but more from the erotic conversation and electric buzz we felt for this couple we had just met for drinks. Fred and Fran were their names, I'm Chad and my wife is Monica, oh, and by the way, we're swingers.
We were having a typical first meet with Fred and Fran, everyone making small talk, getting comfortable and feeling each other out for likes and dislikes when the girls sort of started playing a game of unspoken truth or dare. They were taking turns revealing their kinks and turn-ons, each of them trying to outdo the other on the kink level.
To my disbelief, Monica had just revealed that we liked to fantasize about creampies. I could feel my face redden. I didn't want these two people we just met to know that I got off eating my own cum out of Monica's fucked pussy! Luckily, she said we like to "fantasize" about them so maybe my secret wasn't exposed. Fran wasn't willing to let it go though, and she asked, "so what do you fantasize about? Making the creampie? Seeing it? Or eating it and cleaning it up?"
She looked me dead in the eyes when she said this last part and my shifty eyes betrayed the truth. Seeing my discomfort, Fran pushes harder and ask, "Is fantasizing all you really do, or is it more than just a fantasy?"
Monica was smiling from ear to ear and squirming in her seat when she reached over and began rubbing my cock which I hadn't even realized was hard as a rock. The conversation up to this point had been hot, but not enough to make me hard. I had been so embarrassed with the creampie questions that I hadn't realized I was turned on so much. It only took one good squeeze from Monica's hand to cause a big glob of precum to ooze out of me. This caused me a slight shudder and in turn caused Fran to raise an eyebrow and the intrusiveness of her questions.
She asked, "So which is it Chad, do you fantasize about creampies or do you eat you cum out of Monica's gooey pussy?"
Monica says, "Oh yes he does suck his cum out of me, but not willingly. He loves to talk about it but after he busts his load, he always chickens out. So what I do is reach back and play with his taint and balls when I think he's close to cumming. This always puts him over the top and just when he's pumped his last bit, I get a good grip on his tender balls and hold him in complete submission so I can move right up and plant my pussy on his face. The cum must be magic, 'cause once it touches his lips, I don't have to hold his balls anymore. He goes crazy for it and sucks and licks me clean, licks me so good I even squirt in his face sometimes."
Fred can no longer look me in the face but I do notice that Frans hand is busy in his lap and he's got a wet spot growing on his pants. I can't believe how much of my secret kink has been laid out on the table and I can't believe that my cock as seemed to have gotten even harder and I've got a wet spot of my own. Monica says, "Ok, Fran, your turn."
Fred suddenly looks up with a terrified expression and glances at me, Monica and then Fran. His eyes are almost pleading with her as he waits to see what she will reveal.
Fran says, "Well I could tell you that Fred loves creampies too, but I don't have to force him, he's crazy for cum. And he doesn't just eat his own. My favorite thing is to push his face into somebody else's messy pie while I'm behind him, riding his ass with my big black strapon."
That did it! Fran had won the game. Fred starting coughing with embarrassment and turned to hide his face. I couldn't imagine how we could continue the conversation with that out in the open.
Monica must've thought the same thing, because she said, "How bout we settle our tab and go back to our place."
I was just glad for the conversation to be over without Monica revealing how much fun we have playing with her own big black strapon cock!
Back to us walking in the front door.
Monica walks our guest into the living room while I go to the bar to make some drinks. When I walk back in with the drinks, Fran ask Monica if she can show her to the bathroom. I am surprised to see Monica escort her to the bathroom in our bedroom instead of the hall bath and a little curious what was in the bag that Fran had carried in with her and was now taking into the bathroom.
Once the ladies left an awkward silence fell on me and Fred. Kind of hard to ask a guy about the latest game when you just learned that his wife fucks him and makes him eat other peoples cum!
"So what do you think they're up to in there?" I asked him.
Fred looks at me for the first time since we left the bar and says, "I'm afraid to guess, Fran is in one of her... uh... aggressive moods and she tends to let it all out when she feels like that."
"Listen" He says to me, "whatever we do tonight, I would like to know that you can be discrete and keep it between us."
I'm surprised by the stress in his voice, and wonder what could he think we are about to do that would need to be such a secret. But I reassure him that I can be trusted to keep our fun completely confidential.
The bedroom door opens and we hear the click of the girl's heels on the floor. Both Fred's and my mouth drop open as we see the two beautiful ladies walk out with nothing on but their heels and big black strap on cocks! I guess now I know what Fran had in her bag!
