Her Second Big Night

THE SECOND BIG NIGHT

I hadn't been that excited since I decided, on my eighteenth birthday, to give up my virginity to the man I eventually married six months later. I knew I wanted to marry Marcos, I was just waiting for him to make it official and ask me. It was the most exciting day of my life and now, five years later we had made another big decision, to open up our marriage to our closest friends, Gail and Patrick.

We both knew we would eventually swap, that was a given, we just were waiting for it to happen. We were best friends, and we did almost everything together. Everything, so far but the ultimate, but that was coming.

I was so excited that night I was shaking. They were coming over for dinner, to talk, and probably engage in our first extramarital adventure. We had discussed it for months, even spoke to them about the possibility. It was true I had been attracted to Patrick for years, nearly as much as I had been to Marcos, but Gail had gotten pregnant and they were married right out of high school, but I still got wet panties around him and Marcos had seen that and come right out and asked me about it.

Well, I admitted it and he said he felt the same way about Gail. Amazingly, I wasn't jealous. We were such close friends that we all knew it, and figured it would eventually happen. Because I knew Marcos had feelings for Gail, it was the natural thing for us to eventually get together, the four of us.

We both felt marriage should not be a prison sentence, that monogamy was overrated, and we felt sex could be enjoyed and not be an excuse for possessiveness. We believed that love should be unconditional, and that limiting a person to one partner was old fashion and wrong, and I think we both knew that eventually we would open things up between us.

We felt liberated by our honesty and somehow it brought us closer together. I felt free to show my feelings, as did Marcos. Just being able to be completely open with Marcos made me know how much I loved him and he did me.

The night had finally come and I was trembling with anticipation and excitement. I was as excited as a new bride. Perhaps it was a bigger moment because it was less socially accepted. We were about to do something that was not traditional, that our families would probably disagree with, and it still was not a accepted behavior for married couples to exchange mates.

When they arrived we were all pretty nervous since it was such a big step. We knew we all wanted to go through with it, but just doing it was so exciting and more than a little intimidating. We all had flirted, messed around and made sexual innuendos that came just up to the edge of actual sexual interaction. Mental fucking with your clothes on. It was actually fun to watch and enjoyable to do. We had been dancing around it for months.

Marcos had done everything to Gail but put it in her, and Patrick had wooed me like a high school quarterback with the cheerleader squad. We had gone dancing together, and each husband danced more with the other man's wife than his own. On the dance floor it was pre fucking practice, with each husband hard the whole night and brushing that hardness against the belly of the other man's wife.

I knew Patrick's anatomy like my own neighborhood, and I wanted to play in it really bad. The night they came over for the big show, we sat and chatted in the family room like friends on a bus to a picnic, until the tension got so high we were all close to orgasm while our clothes were still unwrinkled and being worn.

My panties had been wet since that morning. My pussy tingled the whole day, and I was as horny as a virgin at the fire department. We had a few drinks, thinking it would loosen us up, but if I got any looser I would collapse like a puppet with the strings cut. My voice was hoarse with arousal and I knew everyone could tell by that and my nervousness that I was ready to throw my clothes off and pull Patrick into bed like a rag doll.

I wanted to be fucked by my best friend's husband and I wanted mine to screw his on the floor in front of us. We restrained ourselves, but the inhibition was killing me. I wanted to grab him, tear his clothes off, and yell, "Hurry up and fuck me, for God's sakes." However, 'calmly' I sat and chatted about the kids, the holidays, and movies we'd seen.

Finally, I just stood and said, "Let's get this show on the road." It was decided Patrick and I would stay at our place, and Gail and Marcos would go to theirs. We would all meet up for breakfast at The Waffle House in the morning.

I whispered to Marcos to 'have a good night' and he told me to do the same. As we shut the door when they left, pictures of me nude, being fucked by Patrick filled my head. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. At the bedroom door he kissed me, and it was a long anticipated kiss that had been brewing for years. Our tongues found one another and they played sexual games.

We then began taking each other's clothes off as we stood by the bed. "I have wanted this since we skinny dipped at Lassen four years ago," he said as he pulled my dress over my head. I undid his belt and told him I knew that because I would have opened my legs to him if he'd have even winked in my direction that night. "My wife would have fucked Marcos if he had even brushed up against her." I told him I knew that. "Why has it taken so long?" he asked.

"Because we were taking it slow," I said. "We had to be sure. Are you sure?" I joked.

"I am sure I have wanted you since I realized you didn't have panties on under your cheerleader skirt at the senior picnic," he said. I laughed and said how brazen I was at that picnic. "Except for Gail, you were the hottest woman in the whole town."

"Gail is beautiful. You are lucky," I said. "We all are."

"And Gail and I are lucky to have two friends as good as you," he said. "Remember when we double dated at the Billy Joel Concert? I thought we were going to swap that night."

"So did I," I said. "I even took my panties off in the bathroom at the Santa Barbara Bowl. I was so horny, but Marcos and I ended up fucking in the Bowl parking lot."

"We waited until we got home, but did it on the living room couch," he said. We both laughed at the memory and I stretched out on top of the bed and opened my legs. He put his cock at my opening and pressed in. I was so wet he slid right between my pussy lips and went to the back of my vagina, hitting against my cervix.

"What do you think they're doing at your house?" I said.

"I think she is riding him cowgirl and bouncing on your husband's dick," he said with a chuckle. We stopped talking as our lovemaking began in earnest. He moved in and out of me steadily, increasing his speed as he went. The squishing sound of our sex filled the room as our tempo increased. His cock felt good in me and I arched my body towards his, putting my hands on his hips and pulling him to me.

His cock was larger than Marcos's and it filled me wonderfully as he moved in and out of me, drawing his cock nearly out, then shoving quickly back in. "I had my tubes tied," I said, "so you can come in me." My breathing was deep and hurried, and I grunted as he hit my pubic mound with each thrust. His dick felt wonderful sliding into me and I smiled through my moans.

After some time, as if on cue, he pulled out of me and changed position until his head was at my pussy and his cock was near my chin. He put his lips over my labia and I took his cock between my lips. We each wanted to taste the other, and we sucked and licked until we each started to come.

When he began to ejaculate I kept him in my mouth as his cum shot between my lips. When I began to come myself he held his mouth over my slit and sucked my juices, swallowing as I swallowed his semen that spurted onto my tongue. It was the first time I had swallowed another man other than my husband for years, and it felt good to be able to taste the come of someone other than Marcos for the first time in a long time. I always liked giving head, and feeling another man's semen slide down my throat was a sensation I adored. I guess I am a cocksucker aficionado and I had wanted to taste Patrick's cum for years.

Many women don't like to admit they like sucking cock, but I am not one of those. I have told Marcos many times it was my true calling and he has agreed and told me I give wonderful head. "Patrick will love having you suck his cock," he has said many times.

"And Gail will love having you eat that lovely pussy of hers," I said. "If I was a man, I would be eating her pussy as often as I could."

"You don't have to be a man to eat pussy," Marcos said with a grin. "Maybe after we swap, you ladies can put on a pussy eating show for us guys."

"That sounds great," I said. "You think she would?"

"I think you would be a natural. Yes," he said. "She would love feeling your lips on her snatch. I would love to see that."

As Patrick and I rested after fucking and a long session of sixty-nine, we cuddled and talked about how glad we both were to be able to finally fuck and enjoy the freedom to swap spouses for a night. "I am sure Gail is loving it as well," Patrick said. "We have talked about this for ages."

I said we had too. "I think marriages would last longer if people felt free to be honest with one another and just give the other person freedom to enjoy other people and not be so hung up on fidelity," I said. "Just fuck whoever you like and be honest about it."

Patrick said that was how they felt. "We started talking about that right after she got pregnant," he said. "We both feel sex should be fun, unrestricted, and honest. She has had two boyfriends since we've been married. I have a "friend" I see about once or twice a year. Our relationship is a modern union. We give one another the freedom to be who we are sexually," he said.

"I am glad to be the recipient of that, your honor," I said.

"Sustained," he said.

"So while your wife is cowgirl fucking my husband, I hope I am keeping hers entertained sufficiently," I said.

"You are at that," he said.

When Gail and Marcos drove up, Patrick and I were sitting in the family room with two glasses of wine like two old people on a cruise, with our feet up and dressed in robes we'd had in the closet. Seeing my husband get out our car with a beautiful woman on his arm gave me a shot of adrenaline. They looked positively scrumptious together coming up the walkway.

Gail is indeed a gorgeous woman, and it hadn't surprised me at all when Marcos confessed to having the hots for her, but I thought of my husband's comment about not having to be a man to eat pussy. I pictured Gail naked in front of me, her legs open and her pussy splayed and pink. I saw myself scoot up to her mound and put me mouth over her pussy.

For the first time in my life I wanted to eat pussy and my head began to spin. I had to taste that slit. When the two of us were alone in the kitchen I asked her if she had ever been with a woman.

"Once in college," she said. "You?"

"No," I said. "Not yet. But, I think I'd like to try it."

"Do you have someone in mind?" she asked with a smile.

"Someone who lives close," I said with a grin. "Maybe someone who has been to bed with my husband."

"Is that a very large group?" she asked.

"Not very," I said.

"Why don't you ask her," Gail said.

"Would you like to be my dessert?" I said.

"I'd love to," she said. "Soon?"

"How about two o'clock, today? It is one fifty nine right now," I said.

She put out her hand and I took it. "Want to ask our husbands if they would like to see a show?" She nodded, smiled, and called her husband on her phone who was with mine in our backyard.

"Patrick, would you and your friend like to watch a cunnilingus spectacle? Okay. It will start in three minutes in the bedroom of this house," she said before nodding and clicking off. "They will meet us in the bedroom," she said.

The guys came into the bedroom carrying folding chairs, like they were attending a croquet match in the park. They didn't say anything, just setup their chairs, sat down crossed their legs casually, then smiled and nodded to us to begin.

I took Gail in my arms and kissed her. The kiss went from cool to hot very fast. She searched for my tongue with hers, then when she found it she sucked my tongue eagerly. Like spectators at a tennis match, the men made encouraging comments and applauded our efforts.

"Oh, yes, beautiful," Patrick said.

"Eat her pussy," Marcos said.

I began taking off Gail's clothes. When I had her naked, I stood and she undressed me as I held out my arms helping her remove each item. She lifted off my top, unsnapped my bra, then slipped my skirt over my bottom and let it drop to the floor. My panties she then slid over my hips and down my legs.

She held me against her warm nakedness and we hugged next to the bed. Finally, I helped her onto the bed and spread her lovely legs, holding her thighs apart with my forearms. Having never seen a pussy up close, not even my own, I studied its loveliness, examined its vertical slit, kissed her clitoris, surveying its puffy lips, breathing in its musky scent, and I put my lips over her entire vulva and tasted her lemony flavor. I then began sucking on each of her labia, running my tongue between them, savoring the freshness of her cunt.

I began to move my head back and forth as I held her sweet lips in my own and she started to moan. Pushing it in, I reached with my tongue as far as it would go, feeling the softness of her inner flesh, tasting her sexual flavor, wagging my tongue as fast as it would go. She put her hands on top of my head and pulled my face to her pussy.

The men began to applaud and encourage us. Eating her was exciting, but hearing the men cheering us on was incredible. It was as if we were in a girl-on-girl porn video and I was so excited I thought I may just come myself from eating her.

When she finally came she grabbed my hair and held me tight. "Oh, God, baby, yes, yes, yes," she groaned.

We then switched places and she hooked a finger into me and searched for my rough patch, when she found it she focussed her attention there until I squirted on the bed. We cuddled until the men joined us, kissing each's friend's wife, then doing his own.

The four of us have repeated this scenario many times over the years. I also have another 'friend' I see once a month and Marco does as well. Gail and Patrick are at our house at least once a week, or we are at theirs. Our first big night was with each other, the second was when we opened up with Gail and Patrick. Being open and honest with your partner is the secret, but by this time it is no mystery why it happens. Unconditional love means giving the other person the freedom to be who they are with whoever they pick. Take it from me. It is the best formula for a long and happy marriage.