Not What We Planned

I'll get around to telling how the last twenty minutes of the first story finished at some point, but it suffices to say, it was awkward. Abby and I drove home without speaking and went to bed without speaking. I didn't know how to feel. Was I mad? Maybe at the overall situation, but I suggested the night. I really couldn't be "mad" at Abby. She obviously had a mind blowing experience. I didn't want to ruin that for her. In the true meaning of "swinging", we both had sexual relations with other people, and were consenting in the play. But that didn't change the fact that the experience was VERY different from how we both imagined that night going. I felt as though it went terribly for me, and exceptionally well for her. Like in a way that scared me for our relationship.

After 4 hours of terrible sleep, I decided to get out of bed around 6 in the morning. As I walked past my sleeping wife, I couldn't help but think she looked beautiful to me still. I sat in front of the TV and watched some nameless basketball game on ESPN Classics. Just before 9, Abby walked in the living room. She still looked tired, but I couldn't help but notice she had a glow to her. She came and sat next to me on the couch and rested her head on my shoulder. We sat together for 15 minutes in silence.

"Are you ready to discuss last night, babe? Abby asked. "If not, I understand."

"I'm not really sure what there is to discuss." I replied somewhat coldly.

"Ok. I don't want to push the subject if you aren't ready." Abby calmly said. We both knew there was tension in the room.

"Was he that much better than me?" I asked point blank.

That question took the tension up by tenfold. I could feel Abby squirm with her head on my shoulder. She sat there for 45 seconds before she responded.

"I don't know how you want me to answer that." She replied

"I think it's a pretty straightforward question Abby." I said.

"If you want a straightforward answer, then here it is. I have never been fucked like that before in my life." Abby sat up and turned to look at me.

"Ok." I quietly replied. "So what do we do from here?"

"I don't see why this has to change anything. It was an experience. I know my experience was vastly different from yours, but that doesn't change the fact that I love you completely. I'm hoping that it hasn't changed the way you feel about me." Abby explained.

I didn't know how to respond, so I sat there sulking.

"I love you." I finally replied. "I still love you. But you were different last night, and it scared me. Obviously the night went nothing as expected for me. I thought we would find a kinky couple and have fun. Eden didn't want anything to do with me. The whole dynamic was weird. I felt like she used me, to get to you, but for Reggie. I didn't understand that dynamic at all. What was in it for her, other than maybe she got off on humiliating me? I just can't make heads or tails of anything that happened from the moment you left the bar with Eden."

"Yeah, I'm not sure what their story is." Abby said

"Do you want to see him again?" I asked sheepishly

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Abby replied

"That wasn't what I asked though." I coldly said again

"I don't want anything to change between us. I had the experience, and while it was great, I'm fine with it being a one time thing. Besides, Reggie is going out of town for a couple of weeks anyway, so it's not even up for discussion." Abby told me

"How do you know that?" I questioned

"He texted me this morning to see how we were doing. I think he felt bad about last night. He was concerned for you." Abby said

"Well that's bullshit. He knew exactly what he was doing from the moment he sent Eden over last night. He has done that before to other couples, I'm sure of it." I quipped back.

"I'm serious. He was concerned. He was upset with Eden and how things went with you two. He wants to make it up to you." Said Abby

"Make it up to me? What does that even mean? And the set the record straight, I never want to see Eden again in my life." I said, now starting to get angry. The nerve of this guy.

"He wants you to be able to have a night with Samantha. That sounds pretty hot, right?" Abby said.

"See, that's what I mean. This makes no sense Abby. Who is this guy. He feels guilty about fucking your brains out, so he sends over a young girl to calm me down? You don't think that seems odd?" I asked

"I don't know Anthony. I don't know anything about this lifestyle. This was all your idea, I might remind you." She said, her voice raising.

We sat there, just looking at each other for a few minutes. I didn't know what to say anymore.

"Was she cute? Sam that is." Abby asked

"Sam was hot." I said with enthusiasm, trying to make a jab at Abby.

"I want to watch you with her." Abby said, sliding back next to me, moving her hand on to my thigh.

"Let me think about it for a couple of days. If I feel up to it, we can set up something next weekend." I said

Abby ran her hand under the leg of my boxer shorts, and began massaging balls. "Sam wants to come over tonight. I figured you would be interested. She can be here at 9." She continued rubbing, with my dick quickly hardening. I don't know why, but my thoughts flashed to the previous evening thinking about how hard I was watching Abby submit to such a huge cock.

Trying to quickly change my thoughts to Sam's tits, I replied "That sounds perfect, set it up and tell her to wear something sexy." I tried saying it as confidently as possible, but I'm not sure it came across that way.

"Will do baby." Abby said, as she pulled her hand out from my shorts, grabbing her phone to text Sam. I was hoping she would go back to rubbing, but she hopped off the couch and went to shower.

The rest of the day was somewhat awkward. Abby and I were cordial to one another, but I was a bit nervous about the coming evening. I kept trying to picture Sam laying on my, rubbing her beautiful boobs on my cock, but my mind would immediately flash back to that moment that Reggie entered my wife, and the gasp she took. I couldn't get it out of my head. It was so powerful. We cooked dinner together and sat on the couch to watch a movie. I was watching the clock every minute it seemed. I secretly hoped that Abby would get jealous tonight and this would be the end of our swinging experiment and our lives would return to normal. Just like the previous night though, I couldn't have been in for more of a surprise.

Ten minutes before 9, there was a knock at the door. Sam was early. My stomach jumped a bit. Abby got up, and walked to the front door. I could hear her and Sam trading pleasantries. They walked in the door, and I was blown away. Sam looked fucking hot. She had on tight leather pants and a corset that was pushing her amazing tits almost up to her chin.

"Hi sexy!" She exclaimed excitedly while giving me a hug.

"Hey!" I replied. "Great seeing you again so soon. I figured you might need to recover a bit from last night." I said, while picturing Eden with that ridiculous strap on, which again made me think of Reggie's cock.

"Nah, I'm always ready for some more fun!" She said. Sam's personality was great. It again made me wonder what the dynamic was between her, Eden, and Reggie. He seemed to hold some sort of power over all these women.

"So last night ended up being pretty hot, right? Sorry if I barged in on your fun though." Sam said

"Not sure about that, but you were definitely my favorite part of the whole night." I said slyly, again, trying to take a bit of a jab at Abby.

"Awww, that's sweet. I could tell how much you loved these tits by that huge load you blew on them." Sam replied, slowly snaking her finger down between her cleavage.

"They are incredible baby," I commented. In the back of my head though, I knew that at the moment I actually came I was barely even aware of her tits. I had been fixated on Abby's moans, and wondering just how deep in her Reggie's cock was penetrating.

"Let's have a drink to get everyone loosened up a bit, whaddya think?" Sam asked. That's an easy comment to make for a girl in her 20s. At 38, the shots last night back to back, plus the drinks we had when we got there, I was still feeling it some from last night. Not wanting to be the party pooper though, I agreed.

I went into the kitchen to see what I could scrounge up. As mentioned, I was hoping to make Abby jealous, but Sam was just too nice. I could already hear them laughing it up together in the living room. After looking through the entire kitchen, all I managed to come up with was tequila again. The thought of shots again didn't sit well with me, but there wasn't much choice. I grabbed some glasses and the bottle and walked back in the living room.

"You just walk around all day with all this stuff???" Abby was asking Sam while sitting on the floor digging through her bag.

"Well, not all day, but there's no reason to not keep a vibrator around for if you have some time to kill, if you know what I mean." Sam winked at Abby

"And this?" Abby said, pulling out a set of wrist restraints

"There is a time and place for everything. If you've never been tied up, you have NO idea what you are missing. Stop digging for now though, I don't want to ruin all the surprises." She smiled wickedly over at me.

"No problem" Abby said, "I'm just a bit in awe of your sexuality at such a young age.

"I was a total nerd in school. Pencil thin with huge boobs I was embarrassed by and horribly curly hair. Everyone made fun of me. I was obsessed with sex though. It wasn't until college that I blossomed a bit. Luckily I grew up in the age of online porn and really learned my power as a woman, and used it to expand my horizons. I don't mind telling anyone how much I love sex." Sam explained to Abby.

"Hey, I'm easy. I don't need to expand my horizons. You riding my cock while I watch those beautiful boobs bounce is more than enough more me." I said somewhat jokingly, setting down the bottle and glasses.

"Uh huh. This is going to be a night you don't soon forget mister. You wouldn't last more than 5 minutes if I just hopped on you." Sam said flirtatiously.

That was true. I did have concerns on how I was going to perform tonight. I wasn't sure how I was going to compete with Reggie, or even Reggie 2, as they called it. It made my stomach jump a bit again.

We poured ourselves shots and took the first one. It definitely stung a bit. I could see it in Abby's eyes as well. Sam thought nothing of it though. She immediately poured the next round. The next shot was a bit harder to keep down. Sam was ready for a third, but Abby and I declined.

"Oh fine, boomers!" She said jokingly. "Let's get started then. Take your pants off mister."

That was an unexpected. I wasn't even hard yet. I was more of a grower than a show-er. My mind immediately flashed back to first seeing Reggie's cock. It had to be seven inches long when it was limp. There was no way I was going to impress these two. Oddly though as I unbuttoned my pants, I could feel myself starting to get hard. Sam was on her knees now and moved toward me. She grabbed my boxers and pulled them down swiftly. My quickly hardening cock popped free.

"Mmmmm, do my tits make you hard?" She said?

"Yeah baby" I replied, not really sure of myself. Being honest with myself, I wasn't sure if it was her tits, or reflecting back on first seeing Reggie's cock.

"Sit back on the couch then scoot forward." She commanded, pretty directly this time.

She pulled my pants and boxers off, leaving me naked, except a shirt on. I looked to my right, and saw my wife, seemingly enjoying the show. Sam pushed my legs apart and ran her hands up my legs, just teasing my crotch. I was rock hard now. I was definitely turned on, but still nervous knowing the cock they had both had last night.

"Stroke my big cock baby." I tried saying as commanding as possible. It fell flat though. Instead of me taking control of the situation, both Sam and Abby just giggled. It stung a bit.

"Calm down, stud." Sam replied. "You just let me lead tonight, and I'm going to blow your mind."

Stud. That brought back thoughts of Eden. Definitely not where I wanted my mind wandering right now.

Sam started digging through her bag looking for something. She pulled out a bottle of lube, popped the lid, and slowly drizzled cold liquid on the underside of my dick. It jumped a bit from the sensation. She then turned the bottle around and squirted lube all over her chest. She began massage the lube across her cleavage with her left hand as she grazed the top of my dick with her right thumb. The teasing was intense. She was certainly well versed in her teasing. At that point, she grabbed under my legs and pulled me further off the couch. It was a bit awkward, as I was having to hold myself up some. She darted her head between my legs quickly and lightly flicked my balls with her tongue. Again, my dick jumped at the sensation.

"You're so excited baby. I love watching your dick twitch like that." She said. She sat up some and placed her hands on both of my knees. Her hands were slick at this point. She slowly pushed them forward. My dick ached. I wanted her to stroke it badly. As she got closer though, she spread her arms wider, and slid her hands on to my stomach. At this point her tits were starting to press against my crotch. She lifted up some as I watched her slide her perfect cleavage along the underside of my dick. Her well lubed boobs and my well lubed cock glided softly across each other. Her hands continued up to pecs and on to my shoulders. As she began sliding her boobs back down my dick, she rubbed the palms of her hands across my nipples. She then stopped and gently pinched them. My cock jumped again. Abby and I had always ignored my nipples, but the gently pinch felt oddly satisfying.

"Ohhh, you liked that, didn't you?" Sam asked. She looked at Abby. "He likes his nipples pinched, doesn't he?"

"Well, I guess I don't know. I've never pinched them before." Abby replied, sitting up and looking more intently.

"And you've been together how long? This many years, and you don't know every spot on his body?" Sam's voice had a bit of a tone to it with that question.

"I guess. Well, I'm not sure, that we ever, I mean I guess we've never tried that." Abby said, sounding almost embarrassed.

Sam looked at me and asked, "You want me to do that again, right?"

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, I didn't mind it." I replied

"Anthony. Yes or no. You know whether or not you liked it. Now is not the time to start being timid." She said matter of factly.

"I liked it." I replied

"Good." And with that, she began massaging my chest heavily with her palms, pressing deeply on my nipples. After a few rubs, she pinched them again, but this time for longer. The feeling was amazing. She was right. I was 38 years old. How was I just finding this out?

Sam continued to massage my chest and pinch my nipples, all while sliding her tits over my cock. The full body pleasure was amazing. Just like that though, she pulled back and took hold of my dick. She wrapped her hand around it completely and started circling her thumb on the underside of the head. I squirmed uncontrollably. I looked at Abby. She seemed fascinated by the entire scene.

"I'm ready to fuck your tits again before I pound you." I said. I felt like I had to say something because the teasing was just too intense. I was super horny and not used to this type of sensation. On one hand, it felt amazing, but on the other I was just used to getting hard, and then cumming. I wasn't used to the woman being in control of my pleasure in this way.

"I already told you to calm down. The night is young." Sam replied.

The night was young, but I wasn't so much anymore. With much more teasing, by the time Samantha and I got to the actual sex, I would probably blow my load in 20 seconds, and that would be it for the night for me. I wasn't sure how old Reggie was, but he seemed around my age. How he expected to get off three times the night before was beyond me.

I tried playing it off. "Mmmm, yeah it is sexy. You can keep playing."

Sam had a ninja grip on my dick with her right hand. She lifted her left hand up under my balls and cradled them, kneading them gently. She lowered her head, and again, gently grazed her tongue against them. After doing this for a bit, she flipped left hand over and pressed directly on my taint with her thumb. I immediately bucked my hips, thinking I was about to be pushed too far and blow my load.

"Whoa, cowboy. I know what that means. I don't need you cumming just yet. We have way more to explore." Sam said. She moved away from my body, giving my time to cool off.

"You liked that too, right Anthony?" She asked

"That was intense." I replied. I was becoming entranced with this girl.

"Let me guess, you don't massage his taint much either?" She asked Abby

"I've rubbed him there before. Maybe not a lot though" Abby replied.

"You don't aggressively rub his taint while you tease his cock though, right?" She asked

"No, I guess I've never teased him like you are now. I'm learning a lot though. I can't wait to see what's next." Abby said, much more upbeat about the night than I expected.

"I was hoping you would say that. You're going to think about your husband a lot differently after tonight." Sam said as she smiled.

Abby wondered exactly what that might mean. She couldn't help but think about what else could be in store after last night. As she said earlier, she still loved her husband, but she couldn't help but think differently of him after the mind-blowing sex she had. It wasn't that Anthony didn't want that for her, she felt, but the reality was that both Reggie's confidence, and his cock, just couldn't be replicated by Anthony. There was just something about Reggie that couldn't be described. She didn't think that Sam was magically going to turn him in to Reggie.

"Here they are." Sam said. She pulled out the wrist restraints. "Anthony. I'm going to bind your hands together. If you don't like it, tell me so, ok?"

She didn't really give me a choice. I was still focusing on keeping my pending orgasm at bay.

"Ok, sure." I had never been tied up before, but I had to admit that everything so far had been great. She slowly slid her body along mine. Her amazing cleavage slid up my balls, along my shaft, and across my chest. Just as she had done the night before, she grabbed my wrists and lifted them above my head. She undid the restraints and put them around my wrists. She attached a second strap around the back of the couch, and pulled it taught. My arm movement was severely limited. It was very intense mentally. I had never been in a situation like this at all. Her cleavage was dangling just above my face, barely out of reach. I tried to lift my head up to lick, but between my ass hanging off the couch and my arms locked above me, I couldn't do it. As she began moving back down my body, she massaged my pecs again, pressing heavily on my nipples. She moved her right hand back down to my taint and moved her mouth over my left nipple. She pressed and flicked at the same time. She wasn't even touching my dick, and the pleasure was incredible.

"You already love being tied up. I can tell already, right?" She asked.

I just nodded my head.

"I need you to answer me Anthony." She calmly, but firmly stated

"Yes." I replied

"Yes, what?"

"I like being tied up." I said.

"Ma'am." She said

I looked at her questioningly.

"I'm going to need you to call me Ma'am from here on out Anthony. Those are the rules if you want to keep playing." Samantha said.

"Ok Ma'am. I can do that. I like being tied up Ma'am." I replied. I could feel the tone of the evening changing a bit, but I didn't think much about it.