Swingers. The word conjures up many thoughts and visions in people. Some, a vision of slutty, filthy, promiscuous perverts, while others envision caring couples dedicated to their spouses pleasure. It was always somewhere in between for Jan and I. Although we went to many swingers' parties and visited the right clubs, as well as hosting some of our own house parties, we never really called ourselves "Swingers." We considered ourselves open minded, sexual beings who simply wanted to live our fantasies, as opposed to just dreaming about them.
But, although we did have some fun and experimented a little, we just didn't click with any particular couple. The closest we came was with Jon and Pam. We hit it off right away. Jon and I had a lot in common. We were both former military men, worked in similar fields, and had a lot of similar experiences to draw from in conversations. Jan and Pam had less in common, but they shared a bisexual interest that seemed to be the focus of their connection. Jan had always been intensely bisexual and had acted on those feelings many times. Pam on the other hand was a novice in that area.
We attended a few parties together, had some more intimate get-togethers at our homes, dinners, drinks, the normal things friends do. Eventually we progressed to same room sex, with no partner swapping. There would be some touching and kissing, but we stopped short of that leap. Then, after a hot summer day of playing outside, volleyball, four-wheeling, and target shooting in Jon's expansive back acreage, we were all sweaty, smelly, and desperate for showers. Jan and Jon won the foot race back to the air conditioned house, not because of their athleticism, but because there was no way I was going to run another step in that heat. Pam and I walked together to the house and just chatted. She did make a few suggestive comments along the way, specifically that sweat makes her horny. Not her own sweat, but sweaty men. Although the suggestiveness caused a slight tingling sensation in my testicles, I just continued walking and let it pass. Then she commented that Jon had been trying to get her to have anal sex for a long time, but that she was scared it would hurt and was afraid to try it. I just casually mentioned that Jan was the same way at first, but after we gently worked up to it, she was fine. Now she occasionally craved anal sex and asked for it when she was at her higher levels of arousal.
"Well, maybe you can help me get over that obstacle too." She said casually. I didn't respond.
Pam and I walked into the cool house with Jan and Jon nowhere in sight. We could hear water running in the master bath, which was close to the rear doorway we had entered.
Pam yelled, "You better not waste all the hot water!" Toward the partially opened bedroom door.
"We won't!" Came the reply. It was Jan's voice, not Jon's. Apparently they had decided to save water and shower together. Pam and I looked at each other and chuckled.
We then walked into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I know, drinking hot coffee seems strange on a hot summer day, but coffee was one passion that Pam and I definitely shared. While we were sipping from our cups, the giggling coming from the shower reached our ears. Pam turned her head quizzically and began to yell something, but I stopped her by placing my hand to her lips. Then I whispered, "Let's go see for ourselves." She giggled and nodded her head in agreement.
Pam and I stealthily walked down the hall to the master bedroom. The bathroom door was ajar with a 6 inch gap. I leaned over, placing my hands on either side of the doorjamb and peeked through. Pam lowered herself to her knees and squeezed between my hip and the doorway, holding on to my left leg so she wouldn't lean forward too far and push on the door.
Although water droplets and steam obscured the view through the glass shower door, it was easily discernable what was happening. Jon and Jan were taking turns lathering each other with soap. They were standing, facing each other. Jon had apparently nearly finished his work and his right hand was now between Jan's legs, slowly rubbing the suds against her pussy. Jan was a little slower in her movements, gently rubbing soap over Jon's chest. Jon is slightly shorter than I am, so they were nearly face to face, separated by about 12 inches. Jon then re-lathered his hands with the bar of soap and kneeled to wash Jan's legs, one at a time, not missing a single square inch of her. When he stood, Jan's freshly lathered hands went to his crotch. Oh so slowly and sensually she rubbed the soap along his shaft, over and around his balls, and then reached around his waist to lather his ass cheeks. Then she returned to his cock and slowly stroked him, ensuring his manhood was fresh and clean.
I peeked down at Pam. Her mouth was agape as she watched Jan stroke her husband's cock. Almost as if it were involuntary, her hands began slowly crawling up my leg until her left hand slid under the leg of my cargo shorts and went directly into my underwear, feeling for my own cock. Once she had me in her hand, she pulled down and began stroking me while she watched through the doorway. It felt strangely erotic having her hand on my cock. She had a gentle touch, but firm in her movements. She wasn't asking if it was what I wanted, she was taking it because it was what SHE wanted. It was a very innocent, but honest testimony to her own arousal.
Jan and Jon sprayed each other off with the detachable shower head and before we knew it, the water went off. Pam looked up at me in shock, then quickly stood and started moving back toward the kitchen. I followed as quietly as I could. We sat at the kitchen table, sipping our coffee, acting as innocent as we could. We were in the middle of our act when Jan and Jon emerged from the bedroom, thick, large towels covering their nakedness.
"The shower is free." Jan smirked.
"Well, that's good, because I wasn't about to pay for it." I replied, doing my best to make everyone at least giggle. They did.
Pam stood up from her chair, took my hand, and casually announced, "Our turn!" as she lead me back to the master bedroom.
Our clothing came off in the bedroom doorway. Pam took the lead, heading into the bathroom. Her wide hips and large buttocks swaying in front of me again caused tingling sensations in my balls, but I fought them off. She seemed to have more sway in her walk than before. She turned on the water and stepped in, beckoning me to follow with her left index finger. Strangely enough, although we were both obviously aroused by the scene we had witnessed by the showers previous occupants, we stayed true to the script and mimicked their actions, lathering, caressing, then spraying off each other. It was erotic, but oddly not intended for sexual gratification. It was more an exploration of each others bodies than an attempt at pleasure seeking. As we finished and stepped out of the shower, towels in hand, we were greeted at the bedroom door by Jan and Jon. Still wrapped in their towels, they had timed their re-entry to the bedroom to match the end of our shower. Immediately I suspected they had replayed the voyeuristic tendencies of Pam and I.
As the four of us ended up at the foot of Jon and Pam's king size bed, Jon let his towel fall away. Pam and I weren't completely covered with our own towels, so we followed suit and let them fall to the floor. Jan then looked around and smiled before she tossed her towel to the other side of the room, leaving all of us naked. All talking ceased at that moment. Pam walked to Jon and quickly started kissing him firmly and with passion. Jan came to me and did the same. The four of us eventually crowded onto the bed and continued our pleasure. With four people on one bed, eventually nudging and touching took place between unmarried parties. Pam was rubbing her foot up and down my shin while Jan straddled me, my cock still not inside her, kissing my neck and chest. I was caressing Jan's breasts and kissing the top of her head as it went by my lips, since that was all I could reach at the time.
Jon was between Pam's legs in a missionary position, but based on the lack of moans from their direction, I could tell Jon had not entered her either. Slowly Jan lowered herself to take my cock in her mouth. As she sucked and nibble me, Pam's foot explored further up my body. Pam and Jon eventually changed positions to mirror what Jan was doing. Pam was kneeling between Jon's legs as he lay flat on the bed, sucking his cock into her mouth while holding the base tightly with her left hand. Pam's right hand began exploring Jan's back, while Jon's left reached over and cupped Jan's left breast. Jan began moaning and bucking her hips slightly in approval. She often did so when sensations reached her pussy. She occasionally cums without clitoral or vaginal stimulation, but only if she had reached that extreme height of arousal.
At some point, the girls reached an agreement and traded places. Jon and I both moaned as the others wife took our cocks in their mouths. I know how good Jan is when it comes to oral sex, so I knew Jon was in heaven. When Pam licked up the length of my shaft then drove her mouth down onto me, taking nearly my entire length into her throat, I too was in heaven. This continued for a few minutes until I pulled Pam up and laid her down to return the favor before she made me cum. As I brought my face to her pussy I could feel the heat rising from her. The fresh, clean scent of her body was mingled with the musky scent of her pleasure. As I ran my tongue along her pussy lips I could taste her juices and feel her walls twitching. She came quickly after I began sucking her clit in and out of my lips, flicking it with my tongue as I held it in my mouth. Based on Jan's moans and squeals, I knew she too was enjoying Jon's actions.
I heard Jan whispering, "yes, yes... finger my ass." and I felt Pam tense slightly with jealousy.
Remembering her issues with anal sex, I placed my hands against her inner thighs to hold them in place when she started to close them. After a moment of my gentle forcefulness and my continued sucking of her clit, Pam calmed down and grabbed my head with both hands, pulling my face harder into her. Once I was assured she wasn't going to pull away from me, I used my right hand to begin rubbing against her very tense, but enticing asshole. I pulled her juices from her pussy with my fingers and rubbed them around her ass, ensuring there was plenty of lubrication and began pushing in on her asshole with a single finger. She pulled my hair, but I wasn't sure if she was telling me to stop or keep going, so I kept going. For what seemed like a long time I slowly and gently manipulated her asshole with my finger until she relaxed enough for me to enter her. Ever so slowly, and while continuing to lick her now sopping wet pussy, I pushed a single finger into her ass. After her initial tensing up, she relaxed and accepted my finger into her.
Pressing upward while slowly sliding in and out of her with my finger, I gained momentum on her clit with my lips and tongue. Then she came. Hard. She scratched my shoulders, pulled my hair, clamped her legs around my head, and jerked her hips up so hard she slammed into my mouth with her pelvic bone. The mild taste of my own blood filled my mouth. She had slammed into me hard enough to make me bite my own lower lip. At this stage I didn't care since I was riding the high of being the first man to successfully get into her virginal ass, even though it was only with a finger. Jan came as well, screaming her usual profanities of pleasure, although I'm sure she didn't cause Jon any injury other than perhaps having aching, cum filled balls that needed relief.
After they both came, the girls moved toward each other into a 69 position with Jan on top. Pam's tentative licks and kisses against Jan's swollen pussy didn't seem to be having much effect, but Jan's experienced mouth was causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through Pam.
