A true story
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Six months after we moved in next door to Terry and Paul in the summer of 1980, my wife Lisa and I fantasized about having a sexual exchange with them. Lisa and I had never done anything kinky in our ten-year marriage but we loved whispering suggestions while in bed together. Lisa was a virgin when we married and her hidden desires came out in her whispers to me. Did she really want live out these fantasies? Of course we were far too modest to bring our secret fantasies up to our neighbors.
We had become close friends: all around thirty years old and healthy, attractive adults with no children. Terry was tall with a terrific, slender body that turned every man's head. Lisa did the same; she was beautiful and petite with large breasts that dominated her one hundred pound body. I guess you would say that Paul and I were big, good-looking men.
What began as an innocent evening exploded into an unexpected night. Paul got some pot from a friend and he and Terry wanted to share it with Lisa and I. None of us had never tried marijuana. "This is supposed to have a real kick." Paul grinned a silly look at me.
Lisa was a riot. She talked her head off and laughed constantly while sorting her stereo records. We watched her and laughed at her antics for what seemed like hours, but it was actually only minutes.
Terry danced around the room, twirling like a ballet dancer, jumping high in the air on every third twirl. After a while she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of it, letting it drop to the floor, exposing her beautiful bare breasts. I looked over at Paul who had leaned back on the sofa to watch and he gave me a proud grin. Lisa went on sorting records, babbling away, reading the song titles of each cover.
Completely nude, Terry pirouetted around the room. She danced and danced. Lisa got up and danced with her, matching her step for step while shedding her clothes. As they twirled together, Paul and I undressed.
Then we were all on the floor, naked bodies touching, feeling, exploring, licking, wanting. I was on Terry, sliding my aching erection into her. Then everything magnified ten fold: the feel of her body, her legs, lips, hands, fingers, breasts. Lovemaking played out in slow motion, exceeding all limits.
Paul's huge frame on my wife made Lisa look like a tiny doll being pounded into the carpet by his huge cock. God, he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. For years my wife told me that a man's size didn't matter. But now I suspect her thoughts would change. Paul embedded, thrusting, Lisa, gasping, being shaken and thrown around as she moaned out her climax.
Paul was like a guy in the porn flick that could go at it for hours and not come. They flipped over and she got on top and rode him, this time even longer. She looked at me with glassy eyes and a weird kind of look, on her way to yet another orgasm. Only when she was thrusting, moaning, shaking with pleasure did he finally cum.
The next hour was a series of switching partners, cumming, passing out, hard again, doing it again, losing track of whom you were in. At one point I entered Terry's anal from behind while she was riding Paul, feeling her orgiastic peaks, her nervous system in overheat, then pleasure.
Paul, still loaded, took Lisa again while she screamed, moaned. Yet he went on, never letting up, punishing. Her butt was bouncing on the sofa, she was climaxing, screaming. I couldn't remember the last time I had fucked her that good or that long.
Hours later we woke each other up. Lisa and I went home.
I still felt intensified sexual feelings. I grabbed Lisa's body. Touching and feeling her lasted for seemingly hours. I became totally lost in sexual abandon again, experiencing a pleasure I couldn't believe: the feel of her lips, her mouth on me, my still aching erection sliding against her very tight inner walls seemed intensified, magnified ten fold. Our lovemaking, surely in slow motion, seemed to last forever, then it was tremendously explosive.
"Thank you for letting it happen," Lisa said, as she dropped off to sleep.
I was anxious and could not sleep. She lay next to me, sleeping peacefully and I just watched her. I really loved her, and wanted her to be happy, without any feeling of constraint. But I felt stupid. I mean, what's wrong with a man who has a gorgeous wife he allows to fuck another guy? There was a slightly ill feeling in the pit of my stomach. As the feeling came into my consciousness, I realized that the scariness of the situation was not enjoyable, somewhat like a small intense pain. The whole illicit, forbidden experience was scary but just plain arousing.
The next thing I remembered was waking the following morning. I lay in bed staring into a new day. In spite of exhaustion, in spite of last night's pleasures, peace of mind eluded me. Like the innocent carrier of some fatal disease, I could not shake the idea that we were infected.
Pulling ourselves out of bed we made our way down to breakfast and ate with only a few words shared between us. "Last night . . .." Lisa was quiet for a minute. "Did you have a problem with anything?"
