This is a continuation in the story of Cynthia and her husband, Francis, becoming swingers. They were seduced mostly by my wife, Foxy. This story starts out the next day after they come home with Foxy and Larry, a couple of swingers they met while dress shopping. To start the series, go to Cynthia's Story Chapter 1 Dress Shopping for the complete back story (http://www.literotica.com/s/cynthias-story-ch-01).
Chapter 4 -- The Day After My First Swap
*** Cynthia ***
At first, I slowly became conscious of sunlight on my face. I looked up and saw the morning sunlight coming through the skylight and landing on my face. I'm confused as we don't have skylights, so I lay there trying to figure everything out. I'm still really tired this morning and as such my thinking is a little fuzzy.
My husband, Francis, feels really good to me, so nice and soft. I cuddle up to him and he puts his arm around me. Strange but I would swear that he has tits. I guess I must be still dreaming since I've been doing a lot of fantasizing lately about having sex with both men and women. The last few weeks have been fantastic as I've been immersed in my imaginary sessions with big dicked guys and beautiful soft women.
I lay my head on his chest and start playing with his tits. Funny, it doesn't feel like his chest normally feels and I can feel the chain on his chest. As I'm playing with his nipples, I realize that there is some kind of metal in them, like an ear ring. As I feel around, I can tell that his chain is connected to these rings on his nipples.
I cup his tits and feel how smooth and firm they are. Not real big but definitely a hand full and a half. As I'm trying to figure out what's happening, I take my finger and trace around the nipple and feel it wrinkle up and get hard. When they are hard, I can feel little bumps on the nipple and softly rub them.
The nub of the nipple pokes up and I take my finger and thumb to pinch it and roll it between my fingers. As I work his nipple, I hear him groan. Funny how he seems to sound like a girl. I guess my fantasizing is in overdrive this morning.
I think about our last few weeks after we started pretending to swap partners while having sex. I can't believe the climaxes that I have while pretending that different guys were making love to me. Scratch that, not making love but fucking. No part of the sex I've had lately could be remotely connected to love, just hot, horny, and nasty fucking and sucking.
At first I kind of beat around the bush, not knowing what my hubby would think about me servicing strange guys but I was surprised when I realized that it turned him on for me to ride a big hard cock. Then when he confessed that he was having fantasizes about other women, I knew how he felt.
For awhile, I just pretended to be fucking one of my office coworkers, while he pretended to fuck his little slutty assistant. While he was fucking me, I would close my eyes and pretend to be watching my coworker, Lynn, reaming out my tight little pussy with his big rod.
I could just feel what his big dick would be like in my hot pussy. I was so wet and he told me how good my sweet little cunt felt like as he drove all the way home. I could feel my cunt tingle as I thought about a big cock buried in me. I could just imagine what it would feel like. It was almost like I'd had that big dick buried in me last night.
Funny, before I would never use a word like 'cunt' as it sounded so crude and nasty but it seemed like now cunt was falling out of my mouth every time I turned around. I still thought 'cunt' was nasty and obscene but now it turned me on to be a nasty slutty girl who had a needy cunt.
As I think about my sweet little cunt, I can feel that it's a little tender as if I've been fucked for a long time. Now that I think about it, my ass is also feeling extra sensitive. Now I know that I'm fantasizing as my husband would not fuck me in the ass because he thought it was dirty.
I can remember being fucked in the ass last night but that has to be a fantasy, right? After all I'm laying in bed playing with my husband's pierced nipples so I couldn't have gotten fucked in the ass. As I think about my ass fucking fantasy, I can remember exactly how his dick felt when it popped into my ass for the first time.
Now I can remember how his dick filled me up as he ended up in my stomach when he pounded it home. God, the climaxes I had when he ass fucked me. I remembered laying face down on the bed with my ass up in the air and holding onto the sheets with both hands as I took that big hose up my rear. I remember screaming into the pillow every time I came.
I laughed to myself, remembering that if the police came because of reports of a woman screaming, I would have to explain that it was just me getting fucked in the ass. If the cop was cute, maybe I could give him a quick blow job for his trouble. Looking at his long night stick, I wondered if he ever fucked someone with it. If it was a policewoman, I bet she would fuck me with her nightstick. I really think I must be losing it as everything I think about involves somebody fucking me.
Then I started thinking about my ass fucker's wife who also abused me. I couldn't believe that she actually helped her husband fuck me. First he was in my pussy while she held my head up so I could watch his big long dick slide deep into my pussy. I could still remember what it felt like when the head of his dick would hit my cervix. I don't know if he went into my cervix but it sure felt like it.
The whole time, his wife is leaning over me kissing me while she played with my tits. I remember her telling me that my tits and mouth were hers and her husband was only allowed to fuck me and get his dick sucked. I told her that's okay as her mouth was so soft and I loved having her tongue in my mouth.
I would watch her and she would come every time I did. She had told me that her husband taught her to come by thinking about it and I knew I was ready for that training also. I couldn't believe how long she and her husband fucked me last night. I remember a big red headed girl also but she's still a little vague. I just remember her finger fucking my ass after the guy pulled his dick out and shot off in his wife's mouth.
Did I really fantasize about watching his wife suck cum out of his dick and then kissing me and sharing his load with me? I think I remember helping clean up his dick also to make sure his wife didn't miss any cum.
Wait a minute, I'm afraid I'm really losing it, as fantasizes and real life are blending together. I don't think I'm able to separate what's real and what's not any more. I really should think about the fact my husband now has really nice tits that are pierced with gold nipple rings.