Home Computing

This story will make more sense if you have read the first part where an early home computer (the story is set in 1985) and a computer game called Stripper leads to an unexpected wife swapping session for four couples. Several weeks later a second outing for the Stripper game is planned.

It goes without saying that the story contains details of wife swapping, so you shouldn't read it if that offends you.

The couples involved are: Karen and Steve (the main narrator), Diane and Graham, Robert and Carole, and Jayne and David.

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"Are we all agreed that we want this next session to be a full swap and that the aim is to have a new partner, not our own wives or the one from the last session?"

I looked round the pub table at the three men sat there and got nods of agreement. David spoke up.

"That computer game worked amazingly well last time. I never imagined Jayne would be up for swapping, but it definitely worked the trick. She's willing to have another go at Stripper, but I know she is a bit concerned about a forfeit in each round. What have you got planned for that?"

Graham laughed and suggested that I program the game so that Jayne had to give him a blowjob in front of everyone. David frowned and I knew straightaway what he was thinking.

"Actually, I think that might just scare her off," I said. "It could be going too far, too fast. Better to start gently and ease our way in."

Graham shrugged. "OK, what do you suggest?"

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"Don't worry," said Karen to the other wives. "We'll tell our husbands that the 22nd at our house is agreed. We'll all wear six items each - blouse, bra, skirt, panties, stockings and shoes and he's to program the Stripper game for that. This time there will be a forfeit in each round, Steve said he won't say in advance what they will be, that would spoil the fun, but he's promised they won't be outrageous."

There was silence for a moment and then Diane said it was fine by her. Karen looked at Carole and Jayne. Carole nodded her agreement and after a brief hesitation Jayne also nodded.

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I watched appreciatively as Karen smoothed her stockings across her thighs. There was a thoughtful look on her face and it occurred to me that she might be thinking the same as me - that later this evening those stockings would be revealed for the benefit of another man.

Everyone turned up on time and the women were all dressed tastefully, but in a way which emphasised their sex appeal. The first time we had played Stripper I had ended up having sex with Jayne. Tonight she had chosen a red miniskirt which emphasised her slim build and shapely legs. I said hello to her husband David and we exchanged a knowing look which acknowledged the significance of tonight for both of us. Graham and Diane arrived soon after and were quickly followed by Rob and Carole.

If all went to plan then by the end of tonight I would have had sex with either Diane or Carole. Diane was tall, with shortish, dark hair and a trim figure. Karen said Diane was the best looking of the wives, but whilst admitting she was good looking, I was sure that Karen's beautiful face, long, dark curly hair and fabulous bust all spoke in her favour. Admittedly as her husband I was a bit biased.

Carole was the shortest of the wives, though not really that short - maybe about five foot three. Her blonde hair was cut in a bob and she had prominent hips, but rather small breasts. I had a feeling that given another ten years she would be carrying too much weight, but for now she was fine.

Anyway if there was a pecking order, then Karen and Diane were the two best looking wives, with Carole and Jayne second. I shouldn't give the impression that Carole and Jayne were plain - they were both very attractive.

As far as the husbands went, there was similar order. False modesty aside, Graham and I were the better looking ones, followed by Rob and David. One point in our favour was that we were all in reasonable shape; thankfully there were no beer bellies.

We settled down in the lounge, everyone had a drink and the lights were turned down low to set the right mood. Graham was the most confident character (a bit too confident for my liking) and immediately nodded towards the computer in the corner and asked if everything was set up.

I said it was, but there was no rush, we had the whole evening and could take our time. As a group we got on well and the conversation flowed, perhaps fuelled by the alcohol. I did notice that our wives were drinking slightly more than usual and I wondered if that was to give them a bit of Dutch courage. I knew that Karen was trying to hide her nerves about tonight (she was quite inexperienced sexually) and the wine was probably an aid to lowering her inhibitions.

It was approaching ten o'clock when Graham caught my eye and raised his eyebrow. I knew he meant that it was time for the main event and I'd been thinking that way myself. It was time to say something and I felt a thrill of excitement about what was about to happen. On the surface ours was a perfectly normal and respectable life on a rather ordinary suburban housing estate, but if all went to plan then in a short while each of these women would be in one of the bedrooms, with their legs spread and an unfamiliar cock pounding their married pussy.

"If everyone is ready, I will boot up the computer and we will start the main event". I looked round the room and there was no dissent - Karen and Diane looked quite calm, Carole gave a quiet smile and Jayne (ever modest) blushed and looked away.

I powered up the computer and there was a wait while it booted up. This was 1985 and computers were slower back then, but eventually the Stripper program was loaded. We had a selection of slow dance numbers playing in the background. The computer beeped and the first round flashed up.

DIANE: BRA. JAYNE: BRA. KAREN: STOCKINGS. CAROLE: FRENCH KISS SOMEONE FOR 30 SECONDS.

We had agreed that the women would take it in turns to stand up, remove an item and then return to their husband. Diane was first up and managed to remove her lacy black bra without taking her blouse off. Jayne had a bit more of a struggle, but managed the same. I watched appreciatively as Karen walked to the centre of the floor, calmly smoothed both her hold up stockings off and dropped them at the side of the room.

Now it was Carole's turn to perform her forfeit and she asked whether she had a choice of who she could kiss. Of course I said yes, to which she replied that as I was the host it was only fair if she chose me. Graham suggested that she should sit on my lap. She walked across, sat on my lap and we kissed to a few cheers whilst Graham announced the time every five seconds. Thirty seconds passed very quickly and Carole gave me a slightly flirtatious look as we parted. I glanced at Karen and she just gave me a mildly amused look.

The next round moved things along nicely.

JAYNE: SHOES. DIANE: PANTIES. DIANE: BLOUSE. KAREN: BLINDFOLDED YOU HAVE TO FEEL THE BULGE OF ONE OF THE MEN AND GUESS WHO IT IS.

Jayne didn't bother to stand up, she simply slipped her shoes off and pushed them to one side. Diane had drawn the short straw and had two items to remove. She stood rather self-consciously in the middle of the room, reached under her skirt and carefully removed her panties. We got a tantalising glimpse of stocking tops, but nothing else. Her panties were tossed carelessly to one side and then she calmly unbuttoned her blouse and took that off. This confirmed what I already knew - she wasn't particularly busty, perhaps B cup, but very nice. And there was a chance that I would shortly have full access to them.

Karen looked at me and asked how her forfeit was supposed to work. I produced a blindfold from my pocket and slipped it over her eyes. Then, as Carole had done the last forfeit, I asked her to choose a husband for Karen to inspect. She smiled at Rob, asked him to stand up, then guided Karen so that her hands touched the crotch of Rob's trousers. Karen's touch was quite light and cautious at first, then she pressed more firmly and the dim lighting couldn't hide Rob's obvious (and understandable) erection.

Satisfied that she had felt enough, Karen said it was David, which was greeted with cheers. She whipped the blindfold off and laughed when she saw it was Rob. David said that as she had got it wrong she would have to do another forfeit. Karen laughed and surprised me by kissing Rob and giving his crotch a quick squeeze. That was greeted with even more cheers; I joined in, pleased that my conservative wife was entering into the spirit of the evening.

The computer picked clothing at random and that became obvious at the next round, as not a single skirt had been removed, but more panties were now discarded.

JAYNE: STOCKINGS. JAYNE: PANTIES. CAROLE: PANTIES. DIANE: GRIND YOUR BOTTOM AGAINST THE MAN OF YOUR CHOICE.

Jayne stood up, peeled her stockings off, then reached under her skirt and produced a pair of lacy red panties. She'd had red panties on the first time we had played this game and that evening had ended with me pumping sperm into her tight pussy. I wouldn't get the benefit of that tonight, but I was sure that whoever did would enjoy themselves.

Carole was next up and wasn't as careful with how much she revealed. Perhaps that was down to the drink, though probably it had more to do with her relatively extrovert nature. Anyway we got a quick glimpse of a blonde bush and the hard on I was nursing became even more intense.

Now Diane stood up and looked round the room. She told David to come and stand behind her, and then proceeded to rub her backside against his crotch. He was clearly loving it and gripped Diane's hips to maximise the contact between them.

I had figured that four rounds was enough on this occasion, so the next one was the final one. I'd told the women that the choices were completely random, but that wasn't completely true. I'd cheated and written the program so that each wife got a forfeit and I'd tailored the last one specifically for Jayne.

KAREN: SKIRT. CAROLE: SHOES. CAROLE: SKIRT. JAYNE: HAVE YOUR BOTTOM SPANKED BY THE MAN OF YOUR CHOICE.

A few months back David said something about Jayne's lovely pert bottom. Graham had made a comment about it being very spankable and David simply smiled in reply. So in a quiet moment in the pub I asked David if he would mind if I included spanking in the forfeits with the express intention that Jayne would be on the receiving end. He said that was OK. I reminded him that it probably wouldn't be him doing the spanking, but he said that was fine. David and I get along well and although we don't normally swap bedroom gossip, he confirmed that he had spanked Jayne on several occasions and she was normally a happy participant.

I watched Karen unzip her skirt and throw it to one side, revealing a luscious pair of black and red panties. Then Carole moved centre stage, kicked her shoes off, unzipped her skirt and revealed a rather sparse blonde bush. I couldn't help but notice that she was much less furry than my wife.

Before Jayne stood up, David whispered in her ear, she paused for a second then gave a quick nod. I became aware of just how fast my heart was beating and realised that I wanted to be the one she chose, so my disappointment was intense when she picked Graham.

A chair was moved into the centre of the floor, Graham sat down and Jayne draped herself across his lap. He rucked her skirt up round her waist, I half expected Jayne to object to that, but she didn't say anything. Of course she had taken her panties off earlier, so her bare bottom was exposed.

Graham raised his hand, then it clattered down onto Jayne's backside, drawing a muffled gasp from her. The third blow drew a yelp from her and the fourth blow made her squeal. I suddenly became aware that Karen was gripping my hand with vivid intensity, her nails digging into my flesh. I can't deny that I was very jealous of Graham who was enjoying an unfamiliar woman wriggling and squirming on his lap while he spanked her.

Six smacks had been agreed and when the final one was delivered, Jayne gasped and put her palms flat on the floor. Graham's hand traced lightly across her backside and I strained to see as his fingertips seemed to make the lightest of contact with her pussy. A shiver passed through Jayne, but then she slid onto the floor and knelt there, modestly pulling her skirt back into place. The atmosphere was drenched with sexuality and I knew it was time to make a move. I suggested that we take the action to the bedrooms, each woman having been allocated a separate one.

"Jayne, why don't you go with Graham. Karen would you go with Rob, which leaves Diane with David and me with Carole." We hadn't pre-agreed partners, but we had agreed that everyone would be with someone new, so what I suggested made sense.

We all stood up and Karen made the first move, taking Rob by the hand and leading him towards the stairs. Seeing her panty clad backside disappear through the doorway, made me realise just how extraordinary this was; a few months ago I would have said there was no chance of anything like this happening, but here we were.

Our house had four bedrooms, so there were enough, but it did mean that Rob would be making love to my wife in our marital bed and I had mixed emotions about that - apprehension about what was going to happen, but also excitement about what was going to happen.

It was a bit of a procession as we all headed upstairs. I was with Carole who was almost naked from the waist down, but I was somewhat distracted by following Jayne, the pink blush to her bottom just visible in the discreet lighting.

Carole and I went into the bedroom we had been allocated and I closed the door gently behind us. I was going to be the gentleman and ask her if I could kiss her, but she clearly wasn't bothered about formalities and started to kiss me enthusiastically. My hand moved instinctively to her breasts and I enjoyed the soft, firm weight with the tip coming up hard beneath my fingers.

Fumbling with the fastening to my jeans, Carole made it clear that she wasn't going to hang around. I reached between her thighs and, as she had lost her skirt and panties earlier, there was no obstacle to my exploration. She moaned as I slid a finger into her.

"Let's get into bed," she gasped. We undressed hurriedly, pulled the quilt to one side and jumped into bed. We lay on our sides facing each other, kissing, but I assume I'm a typical male, in that I had a strong desire to suck her breasts. My head went down and I nuzzled at her. Yes she had noticeably smaller breasts than my wife, but they were still perfect.

At the same time my hand worked busily between her legs, which she had spread eagerly. She reached across grasped my penis and pulled me towards her. She rolled slightly to one side and immediately I was on top of her and between her legs. Her hand guided me to my destination and, managing to restrain myself from a wild thrust, I probed gently at her vagina, then sank easily into her velvet depths, a delicious soft moan issuing from her lips.

Not surprisingly the novelty of the situation got to me and I could feel the pressure starting to build, so I switched position to a more relaxed one where we were both laid on our sides. We kissed again and it was clear that Carole was an enthusiastic participant with no reservations about swapping partners. Once more I nuzzled at her breasts and it wasn't loud, but I could hear the unmistakeable sounds of Diane and David in the next bedroom.

Some sound leakage between the rooms was inevitable and in fact Karen had said that she didn't want me in the bedroom next to her, because she didn't want me to hear the sound of her making love and vice versa.

Anyway hearing those sounds was a reminder of the rampant sexual activity in our house and I had a vivid mental picture of Rob thrusting enthusiastically between my wife's thighs.

It was all too much for me, I rolled Carole onto her back, grabbed her ankles and put them on my shoulders. I love that position because penetration is so deep and Carole's eyes widened as I rammed into her. In fact she lay there surprisingly passive for a woman who had been so noisy and enthusiastic a minute ago. Then she said it.

"Do it, cum in me."

I would have liked to have lasted longer, but I was helpless against those words from another man's wife.

"What...what do you want?"

"Do it. Cum in my pussy. Please."

I groaned, gave a final brutal thrust and almost blacked out as I pumped several bursts of sperm into her willing cunt.

I collapsed on top of her and lay there for several seconds before rolling off. Laid on my back I got a bit of a surprise when Carole cuddled up to me, then reached out and cupped my balls.

"That was nice," she said. "But I didn't cum. Do you think you can go again?" That did surprise me, but she continued before I had time to reply. "Karen says you're good in bed, so it would be nice to have some more."

I was very surprised by that. Karen is conservative and a bit strait-laced and I'd never imagined her swapping bedroom secrets with her friends. I said as much to Carole.

"Oh, don't worry, she didn't really say much. The four of us were out one night, we'd had a few drinks and sex got a mention. Karen's contribution was to say that you were forever touching her bum and bust, and she went on to say that you had a nice prick and knew how to use it."

My "nice prick" perked up at that and Carole giggled appreciatively. I moved above her.

"Well Carole, I must admit it's a while since I've cum twice in one session, but for you I'm more than happy to try."

I rolled on top of her and she squealed as the full length of my prick speared into her very wet pussy.

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Our "seconds" meant that we were the last couple to return to the lounge and I got a very knowing look from Karen. After we had said goodbye to the others she told me that sat in the lounge they could hear the sounds of Carole and I fucking in the bedroom above. I apologised, but said that Carole had been very keen.

"I think Carole has taken a bit of a shine to you," said Karen with just a hint of edge.

I shook my head. "That's just Carole, she's a bit more extrovert than you. Anyway," I said, changing the subject. "How was it with Rob?"

"I'm pretty certain he was happy. He kept going on about my tits and how fabulous they were." I had to smile at that. Rob's a nice guy, but I've got the impression that his sexual experience is quite limited and Karen's 36Ds must have been quite a contrast to Carole's small breasts.

"But he made you cum didn't he?"

Yes he made me cum, then he came." She took my hand and guided it between her legs, to the gusset of her panties which were soaked with Rob's sperm.

"Take me upstairs and I'll tell you all about it."