Jumping In

JUMPING IN

There are two ways to enter a swimming pool. You can ease in one step at a time, or you can just jump in. I'm Ryan, my wife is Laura. We 'jumped' into swinging and swapping. This is how we got started.

Laura and I had been very good friends with two other couples while we were in college. We spent time together our last two years in school, were in each other's weddings and kept in touch as our lives progressed. The other two couples are Eric and Anna, and Isaac and Samantha.

After graduating and a few job-moves, we were living in different parts of the country. Eric and Anna were living near Atlanta. Isaac and Samantha lived in Oregon. I went into the Navy for a few years and we were in Japan for three years. I finished my time in the service and we moved to Pennsylvania where we both started new jobs.

We had started a tradition of getting together every year. The first year, we went to Eric and Anna's home in Atlanta. The next year was at our place in California, where I was stationed. The third year was in Oregon, but Laura and I missed that and the next two years when we were in Japan. In the year we returned, we joined the others on a cruise out of Miami. We all had children by then, so all the families were on the cruise.

For the next year, we agreed to meet without children and Isaac and Samantha invited us to their home in Oregon. They lived outside of Corvallis. Isaac had an administrative job at the university there and Samantha was a physical therapist.

We all flew to Portland and drove to Isaac and Sam's home which was outside the city in a remote area in the foothills of the mountains. They had a big home with plenty of room for all of us. They'd shipped their two kids off to visit one of the sets of grandparents for the time of our visit. We would be there for three days. Laura and I were planning to stay a few extra days and do some sightseeing in the area, Crater Lake, the Oregon coast, etcetera.

On Friday, we all caught-up with the others on our jobs and families and had a nice barbeque on Isaac and Sam's deck with a wonderful view of the mountains. On Saturday, we all took a hike to a nearby waterfall. In the afternoon, the women spent time talking about children and their lives while we three men drank beer and watched football.

That night, we went out to dinner at a restaurant near the city. We were all dressed casually. The women all wore skirts. Laura and I drove our car, while the other two couples went in Isaac's car. Laura and I talked as I drove.

"Did you notice how familiar our friends are with each other's spouses?" She asked.

"No." I hadn't noticed.

"Isaac had his hands on Anna's ass a few times and Eric had his arms around Samantha this afternoon."

"I didn't notice. Why?"

My wife said, "I get the feeling that the four of them are fooling around with each other."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I think they swap spouses?"

I was surprised, "You mean wife swapping?"

"Yes. Haven't you noticed anything?"

I'm not very observant of others. I asked, "Did they say anything to you?"

She said, "Anna and Sam kind-of hinted that they were doing things. They asked me if we had ever done anything sexual with other people. I told them about the time we spent the weekend with your brother and his wife and that time you entertained my little sister for an afternoon."

Laura and I had soft-swapped with my brother and his wife one time. We didn't progress to having sex, but Laura and my brother's wife were topless. My brother had some good feels of Laura's breasts and I had a wonderful time with his wife Kay's tits. Then, we were naked in their hot-tub together. The other situation Laura mentioned was when I was with her sister on a hike in the woods and I convinced her little sister Jennifer, to let me take some photos of her topless for her boyfriend. She let me play with her tits and she gave me a blow-job that I don't think Laura knows about. She just saw the photos of her tits.

Laura continued our discussion, "Surely you've noticed that Samantha and Anna are flirting with you and have not worn bras last night and today."

I had noticed, but pretended to be dense. "Gee, no. I didn't notice."

My wife knew I was lying. "Bullshit. I saw you looking at their titties. You were looking down Anna's shirt when she bent over to pass things at the dinner table."

"Anna has nice tits." I noted.

Laura then added, "Isaac had his hand on my ass a few times in the kitchen."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. I let him. Everyone seemed to be pretty familiar with each other."

We drove a little farther. I was contemplating my friend exploring my wife's backside. I was both annoying and arousing.

She asked, "What if they want us to do it?"

"Do what?"

She said, "Swap or something."

I looked at her. We drove a bit farther.

She asked me, "Would you screw Anna or Samantha if you had the chance?"

I said, "Oh course not."

"What if it was okay with me?" She asked.

"What would you be doing?" I asked.

She said, "The same thing. What if they want us to swap?"

I was being very careful about what I said. "Wow! I never thought of it. I'm just so happy with you. I don't want to share you with anyone."

She said, "I feel the same way, but we both like those dirty movies where people swap or the wife gets screwed by another guy."

"A guy with a big cock." I added.

She laughed at that. "Your cock is plenty big for me."

I asked her, "Have you ever seen Eric's or Isaac's cock?"

She was quiet for a few seconds and said, "I did see Eric's one time. The bathroom door was open and he was taking a shower." She paused and added, "I've seen the outline of Isaac's in his bathing suit." Then she said, "I saw your brother's cock that time too."

"Any others?" I had to ask.

She looked at me and said, "You know I slept with a guy before I met you."

She wouldn't mention the guy's name, because it had pissed me off to think of her screwing someone else. However, as time wore on, I migrated from being annoyed to being aroused by the idea of another guy with Laura.

I said, "Well, I'm okay with fooling around with them a little, but not too far. Okay?"

She said, "Okay. Let's see what happens."

"Maybe they can play with your tits."

"Then you could play with Anna's and Sam's tits." She was wise to my logic.

We arrived at the restaurant and had a nice dinner.

At dinner, we were seated next to the other spouses, so I was between Samantha and Anna while Laura sat between Eric and Isaac. As were eating our main course, my wife caught my eye with her expression. Her eyes moved downward, directing my attention to her lap. I could see Isaac's arm was under the table and from the position of his arm and her expression, I surmised that he was feeling her up. I just shrugged.

Then I noticed that Eric had his hand under the table on Anna's leg.

Everyone was drinking and having a good time, so I decided to try my luck with Samantha. I nudged her knee with mine and when she didn't move her leg away, I let my hand brush against her leg, just above her knee. She didn't resist at all. She looked at me and smiled, a signal to continue if there ever was one. I did. I stroked Sam's soft leg. She wasn't wearing stockings, just a skirt. My hand proceeded to explore her smooth thigh, going higher and higher. Her skin was like silk. I was halfway to the promised land and she didn't resist. I didn't have the courage to go higher without knowing what the others were doing.

We finished our dinners and, at the suggestion of Isaac, we drove to a nightclub for some dancing. Samantha drove with Laura and I in our car to show us the way while the other three were in the other car.

She was giving us directions and made a few comments including "Keep going if they pull off. Isaac and Eric may want to show Anna the stars."

Laura said, "Oh, I'd like to look at the stars. We never see the night sky where we live with all the light pollution."

Sam laughed and said, "They may want to show her the big dipper." We caught the double meaning of her comment.

We arrived at the club. The others arrived a few minutes later. They were quite inebriated or high, I'm not sure which, probably both. Everyone was in a buoyant, flirty mood.

We spent a couple of hours there dancing, switching partners. During the slow dances, there was plenty of close contact. The women had their arms around the men's necks and hands roamed freely over the backs and buttocks of the ladies. Both Isaac and Eric had plenty of feels of my wife's ass and I explored the features of Samantha and Anna. We continued to drink, of course, and everyone was quite buzzed.

After the women went to the restroom, we were dancing with our own spouses for a change. When I took Laura's hand for the slow dance, she had something in her hand. She gave me her panties and asked me to put them in my pocket. I looked at her with a questioning expression.

She said, "Anna and Sam said we should all take off our panties. I didn't want to be the spoil-sport."

Laura's skirt didn't amount to much. It was thin and I could easily feel the contours of my her sexy butt. There were plenty of people on the dance floor, and it was dark, so not many people could see when I pulled up her skirt and put my hand underneath on my wife's naked ass. I knew our friends were going to have similar opportunities to grope her.

After a few faster dances, they played a slow one and I found myself with my hand on Samantha's ass over her skirt. She snuggled closer to me and I moved my leg between her thighs. I kissed her and we moved very slowly while we were entangled. We went back to the booth where we had been sitting and spent the next fifteen minutes kissing and fondling each other. I lost track of where my wife had gone. I slid my hand under Sam's skirt, going higher and higher, nearing her pussy. She didn't object, kissing me more passionately as I progressed toward her crotch. I finally touched the soft hair on her pussy and with her legs spread, took advantage and explored her soft, wet slit with my finger. I was amazed that she was letting me do this. We'd never done anything like this before Laura and I had gone overseas. I had my finger at the opening to Sam's vagina when the others had decided to leave the club.

It was closing time and the consensus was to drive back to Isaac and Sam's place to finish the evening. When we went into the parking lot, somehow, I ended up driving with Samantha in the passenger seat while Laura joined the others in Isaac's car. Sam said she would make sure I didn't get lost.

Sam and I chatted about the evening while we drove into the foothills. It was dark and the road wound through the hills with forest on both sides. She was enchanting and I certainly noticed that her skirt was pulled up to her thighs. I had a boner and was eager to resume my familiarization with her irresistible body.

A few miles later, I saw Isaac drive off the road into a scenic viewpoint. I wondered if he was having car problems and started to stop.

Samantha told me to keep going. "They're just stopping to look at the view."

"What can they see at night?" I asked, not catching on to what was happening.

"They're going to look at the stars." She hesitated and said, "Maybe we can stop up a little farther ourselves."

We went another mile or two and Sam directed me to a pull-off. "Let's look at the stars." She suggested. I looked out and it was a clear dark night with millions of stars in the sky, something you don't see in a city with all the light pollution.

I pulled in and stopped the engine. I looked at Samantha and she had undone her seatbelt and was leaning over the center console to kiss me. Rather than getting out to see the stars, I pulled her toward me and tasted her sweet lips, smelling the perfume that had enticed me all evening. We swirled our tongues together and began to fog-up the car windows.

I put my hands on her back and unhooked her bra. Then I reached under her blouse to take her hanging breasts in my hands. Her breasts were more than a handful. They were warm and soft and her nipples were as hard as little pebbles. I pulled her blouse over her head. She lifted her arms to assist. I pulled her to me and put my face between her soft mounds. Her skin was so soft and she smelled so nice.

She was still kneeling over the console. I reached under her skirt and, as I expected, found her bare ass. I rubbed my hands over her velvety skin while my face continued to wallow in her breasts. My hand instinctively moved between her legs from behind and the tips of my fingers found the hot cauldron of her pussy. She pulled my head up and kissed me while I moved my hand to the front of her crotch and probed into her folds. She was hot and wet and my fingers teased her while exploring her womanly treasures. I slid two fingers into her vagina and pushed my hand against her wonderful cunt. She was slippery and moved her hips to help me finger-fuck her.

While I continued to feast on her lips, with my hand in her crotch, she began to undo my belt and pants. My dick had been hard for an hour and was eagerly straining to be freed. She knew what to do and quickly had my cock out and in her hands. She took my breath away when she began to pump my dick.

Samantha moved around in the tight car seats and put her head into my crotch. I moved my seat back to give her more room. Her soft lips clasped onto my dick and she took it into her warm mouth. The feeling of having your cock in a woman's mouth is exceeded only by the feeling of having it in her vagina. She was doing some things with her tongue and her lips that were amazing and when she slid my cock into her throat, I was on the verge of coming.

As I leaned back and relished the feeling of her sucking my cock, she looked at me and said, "I've wanted to suck your cock for years. I want you to come in my mouth. I've imagined what you will taste like."

My wife is not big-on swallowing. She'll suck me to get me aroused so I can fuck her, but she seldom swallows or lets me come on tits, never on her face.

I managed to snake my arm between Samantha's legs and reach her pussy. I put my fingers back inside her and pumped with the same rhythm she was using on my cock. My fingers stimulated her vagina. Her bush was in the palm of my hand and I used my thumb to stimulate her clitoris.

She was expertly sucking my cock. I told her I was about to come, which she already knew. I felt the wonderful release of my semen into Samantha's warm mouth. Her hand was holding the base of my cock and she sucked on it to swallow all my semen. She swallowed it all and then moved up and kissed me. I don't like to taste my own semen, but she was so hot and eager that I let her put her tongue in my mouth, swirling it around while her mouth covered mine.

I had kissed Samantha before, but nothing like this. I had admired her body and hoped to catch a glimpse of her treasures from time-to-time, but this was beyond anything I had imagined. She was wonderful.

She leaned back and, huffing for breath, said. "I still haven't come. You're going to fuck me when we get home."

I nodded. "Gladly."

Then, for the first time, I wondered what was happening with my wife. Samantha knew what I was thinking and said, "The others drove by a little-while-ago. They're home by now. We better get there or we'll miss the fun."

I didn't say anything in response, but she knew what I was thinking.

As I drove, she said, "I'll bet you wonder what Laura has been doing? Do you think she has sucked Isaac's or Eric's cock? Maybe she fucking one of them at home."

I started to say something, but she preempted me again, "We talked to her about it earlier and she was good with swapping if you were."

As we drove, random thoughts cascaded through my mind, wondering what my dear wife was doing. Was she waiting for me to discuss what we were going to do or had she already started? Was she fucking someone? Had they stripped her. I wondered what she had done with who in the parked car.

When Sam and arrived at her home, we went into the house to find the others gathered before the fireplace in the living room. Samantha didn't bother to put her blouse on; she walked into the house topless. She said to my wife, "Your husband really likes my tits."

Laura was sitting on the end of the couch. She had her blouse amd her skirt on. I still had her panties in my pocket. I wondered what she had been doing with Isaac and Eric, but hesitated to ask her with everyone there. They were talking about who wanted what to drink. I looked at her and she blushed and had a questioning expression on her face; she was looking for my approval. I nodded in a way to reassure her, but I still wasn't sure what I thought about everything. I had really enjoyed being with Samantha and had no basis for objecting to anything my wife had done. Still, I wondered.

Samantha said to her husband, "I told Ryan (that's me) you were looking at the stars."

Anna said, "I couldn't see any stars from where I was."

Sam asked her, "Did you see the big dipper?"

Anna said to Sam, "Is that what you call it?" Then she said, "I think Laura saw the big dipper in the back seat."

My wife saw that I was obviously uncertain about what had happened. She walked over and sat in my lap on the easy chair I had occupied. She kissed me, open mouthed, squirming with passion. I immediately felt that she was not wearing her bra.

"What happened to your bra?" I asked.

She said, "I left it in the car."

I had to ask, "Did you fuck Isaac?"

She said, "No, not yet." Then she sexily whispered in my ear. "I was with Eric, not Isaac."

Before I could ask another question, she kissed me, putting her tongue in my mouth.

"Wanna know what I did with Eric?" She whispered.

I nodded; not sure I really did want to know.

She reached down and felt my hardening cock and asked, "First tell me what you did with Samantha. You guys were parked there for quite a while."

I said, "We just fooled around a little."

She asked, "Did she suck your cock? She told me she wanted to."

I nodded.

She asked, "Did you finger-fuck her naked pussy?"

I nodded again.

"Did you fuck her?"

I shook my head no and she said, "Not yet, huh?"

I looked at her and she continued, "Eric had his fingers in my cunt. He made me come on his hand."

She kissed me and felt my hard cock. "Eric had his fingers in me at the club. You were necking with Sam and Eric was fingering me in another booth. He had my tits out and was sucking on my nipples. Does that make you hot, thinking about other men fingering your wife and sucking her tits?"

She knew the answer by the expression on my face and the hardness between my legs.

She continued. "I had his cock in my hand. It was so hard, just because of me. I saw you in the booth with your hand up Sam's dress. I thought you would fuck her when you were stopped."

She was putting her tongue in my ear,

Then, she said, "I want to go over and let Eric fuck me while you and everyone watch. Is that okay with you."

I said, "If you want to."

She said, "Oh, no. It's up to you, not just me. Do you want to see your friend put his cock into your wife's married cunt with people watching and knowing that he fucked me?"

I reached under her skirt and felt her warm pussy. She was hot and wetter than I ever remembered. She pulled her blouse over her head and rubbed her tits in my face.

She continued her dirty talk, "After I let Eric fuck me, I'm going to let Isaac have a turn. I never thought I'd want to do this, but I want you to watch me get fucked."

She convinced me. "Go ahead. Take your hot pussy over and let them fuck you."

"Ooh, just nasty talk about your wife. I haven't fucked anyone but you since we met; until now. I'm going to share my married cunt with your friends."