"Why the hell not," I said as I toweled myself dry.
"Oh, baby. Are you sure?" Molly asked from in the shower.
I could see the outline of her gorgeous body through the shower curtain as she had her arms up and back arched with her hands reaching over her head to ring out her long hair, her firm 34D breasts pushed up and out.
I shrugged and hung the towel on a rack then headed into the adjacent bedroom as I heard the shower water go off. I plopped down on the bed and considered what we were talking about. Swinging. An open marriage. There was certainly some surge of jealousy at the idea of my wife with other men, but it was overcome by imagining just how hot it would be, along with being able to fuck other women.
Molly came out of the bathroom while still toweling off, and I marveled for the zillionth at how damn gorgeous she is. At 26 years old, Molly still had the hot juicy body she had back in high school when we first met, and her addiction to aerobics over the last few years had given her a firm athletic look. Soft blonde hair, bright blue eyes set in an adorable cheeky face with pouty lips. Her body was some little package at 5'3 and 120 pounds with a narrow waist, big juicy tits, and a perfect bubble butt topping sleek muscular thighs. God, I loved looking at her. She caught me looking and smiled, then tossed the towel aside and got into bed on her side facing me.
"I think it would be hot," she said as she ran a hand along my thigh.
"So do I," I was being agreeable, but the truth is that I was afraid that we might be opening Pandora's Box. The idea scared and thrilled me.
Molly leaned forward to kiss my lips gently as her hand circled my hardening penis. Our lips came together softly for a long moment, then Molly pulled back and looked into my eyes. Her stroking had my cock fully erect. "Dan, we have to be honest," she said. "I have to tell you something. Please don't be mad."
My heart leaped as I knew what it had to be. My voice trembled. "Go on," I said.
Her voice was low. A whisper. "I cheated on you once."
I should've been angry. But one look at her soft beautiful face, seeing the fear there, melted me. God I love her. I let her off the hook. "Baby," I said, "I did too."
The fear left Molly's face and for a moment I was afraid it would be replaced by anger. But I was happy to see instead a look of amusement come to her face. Her hand still pumped my hard dick. She rolled over a bit to lay a thigh over mine and her other hand went down to my balls and she traced fingers through my pubes.
"Tell me yours," Molly said.
I hesitated, then figured fuck it and blurted the story out. It was at a New Years Eve party a few years back and I had gone outside in the night to catch a smoke by the garage when I was joined by one of Molly's friends, a thin brunette named Lisa. We were both a bit drunk and started kissing and groping, then Lisa took out my cock and jerked it as she squatted down and sucked me while I leaned back against the garage wall.
Molly jacked my cock with firmer strokes and fingered my testicles as I continued on with my story.
Lisa ran her tongue over the head before pushing her lips around it and sucking up and down on my man meat. She was good, but not as good as Molly. Lisa used both her hands to yank the shaft as she slobbered over my cock, her head bobbing back and forth. I punched my hips forward to fuck into her hot mouth, close to losing control, then pulled back so that my wet cock popped out of Lisa's hungry mouth.
Molly suddenly swung herself up and straddled my thighs as she jerked my throbbing cock, making it slick with pre-cum fluids that slid over her fist. "Keep talking," she said as she lowered herself and guided my penis into her slick pussy.
I wanted to fuck Lisa. I took her by the hands and helped her stand, then I turned her to the garage wall and pressed to her back, reaching under her arms to grope her tits through her blouse. Lisa moaned and arched back to me, pressing her butt against my dick. I reached down with one hand while holding a tit in the other, and lifted the back of her skirt and slid my hand between her thighs to cup her panty covered pussy mound. Lisa shuddered and her panties were soaked as I fingered the crotch aside and slipped the finger into her hot little quim. Lisa bucked her bottom upward, urging me on. She was ready.
Molly rode my cock slowly, her hands on my chest, as I told the story. Her blue eyes were filled with excitement. I reached out and palmed her tits and erect nipples.
I pulled my finger out of Lisa and guided my cock forward. The brunette stoood on her tippy-toes to give me better access as I slid my dick into her. She was tight but sopping wet and my ten inches of cock was buried to the balls in one smooth stroke. I began to fuck her slowly, moving my hands to her hips, then harder and harder. Lisa's hands went up the wall and she pushed back with her bottom as she bent forward at the waist. In the night air in an alley way behind a house, I fucked Lisa hard and deep.
"Ohhh, Danny," Molly hissed. She was leaning back now, grinding her hips to slide her sopping cunt up and down my cock, and she wet a finger with her tongue then put it down to her clit. "Did she cum," Molly asked. "Did that slut cum on your cock, Danny?"
"Yeah, she came," I answered, a bit sharply. "She came a lot. Then I fucking came too, fucking her hard, blasting cum inside of her."
