The big day arrived, and I awoke with my stomach tied in knots. I had barely slept that night, my thoughts consumed with what was about to happen. I had told Roger about our soft swap proposal, and he seemed more than agreeable to it. My long-time fantasy was merely hours away from being fulfilled. My wife was actually going to put her mouth on another man's cock, and I would be there to see it happen. It all seemed so surreal, I had difficulty wrapping my head around it.
It was nearing Halloween, and the nightclub decided to make it a costume party. Beth had spent days shopping at various stores throughout the area in search of the perfect costume. She eventually decided on a little schoolgirl outfit: a plaid skirt, with a white, button-down top that was incredibly revealing, thigh-high white stockings, and clunky high-heeled shoes that resembled saddle shoes. The entire ensemble cost a boatload of money, but it was so worth it.
For me, she decided that I would dress as a "strict principal": button-down dress shirt, khaki pants, dorky wire-rimmed glasses with no frames, and a large ruler to administer "punishment." I thought it was a bit ridiculous, but I had no input into the decision.
We booked a hotel room within walking distance of the nightclub, and agreed to meet Roger and Candy at the hotel so that we could all change into our costumes. Beth and I greeted them at the hotel bar, and we all shared a drink before heading up to our room. There was an awkward moment where none of us seemed to know what to do. Thankfully, Roger took the lead, and stripped out of his clothing and into his costume, right there in front of all of us.
He laughed when he saw the looks on our faces. "What's the matter? Never seen a guy in his underwear before?"
That seemed to break the tension in the room, and the rest of us followed his lead. I couldn't help but notice the expression on Beth's face when Roger took his shirt off. Between his construction job and his time at the gym, he spent a great deal of time working on his physique, and it showed. It was amusing to see Beth trying not to look at him, while at the same time, looking.
Candy stripped down to her bra and panties, and her figure was simply stunning. She was firm, toned, and beautifully tanned. Her large breasts were so firm and perfectly shaped, they couldn't have been real. And she had well-defined abdominal muscles, which were the end result of a diet and workout routine that I could never endure myself.
In comparison, I felt completely inadequate and self-conscious undressing in front of these two relative strangers. Although I try to keep myself in shape, and exercise several times a week, I wasn't built nearly as well as Roger. I sit at a desk for eight to ten hours a day. There is only so much a man can do.
Similarly, Beth seemed very shy about undressing in front of us. She made amazing progress with her new diet and exercise regimen, and had lost a lot of weight. To me, she looked better at age forty-five than she did at twenty-five. For some reason, however, she still seemed hesitant to display her body.
We finished dressing in our costumes. Roger was dressed as a doctor, in full green scrubs, and with a stethoscope around his neck, and Candy was dressed as a "naughty nurse" in a white dress that barely covered her ass, with white stockings and red high heeled shoes.
We decided to walk to the club, drawing more than a few stares and horn blasts along the way. Although the club had only been open for thirty minutes, it was already filled with people, all dressed in sexy attire that barely covered their assets. With Candy's encouragement, Beth decided to switch to rum drinks for the night, and we ran up a pretty good tab, as neither of us would be driving home.
The evening was a blur of dancing, laughing, chatting and flirting. I had fun smacking more than a few female asses with my ruler. Candy was more affectionate than usual, and I enjoyed the extra attention. I still felt strange being intimate with someone other than my wife, but I let Candy take the lead, and she did an excellent job of relieving my apprehension. I found her Southern accent soothing, and it seemed to calm my nerves to some extent.
At the end of the night, we all stumbled back to the hotel. We piled into the elevator to head back to our room and change our clothes. As soon as we walked into the room, Roger took Beth into his arms and gave her an extended kiss. She seemed to melt in his arms, and left me standing awkwardly alongside Candy.
I took Candy by the hand and pulled her toward me. I kissed her, and she responded by thrusting her tongue into my mouth. While our tongues played, my hands explored her body. I reached behind her and grabbed her ass. It felt as firm as it looked.
While I continued my make-out session with Candy, I couldn't resist checking to see what Beth and Roger were doing. Their hands were all over each other. He was grabbing her tits, and her hands were on his ass. I had so much adrenaline flowing through my body, I thought my heart would explode. It was becoming difficult to breathe.
Roger suddenly excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Beth standing alone. I felt like it would be rude to continue my makeout session with his wife, so I broke our embrace. I looked at Beth, and she smiled and winked at me. I could tell by her red nose and squinted eyes that all the rum she had consumed that night had taken its effect. I was feeling a little light-headed myself.
I removed my shoes, and tried to make myself look busy. I had no idea what to do. The awkwardness of this situation was overwhelming. Just then, the toilet flushed, and Roger strutted back into the room. He was completely naked. His dick appeared to be fully erect, and it bobbed up and down as he walked. I was relieved to see that it was about the same size as mine.
"What? You've never seen a naked guy before?" he asked. Once again, his comment broke the ice, and we all laughed nervously.
He walked right up to Beth and continued his make-out session where he had left off. I looked at Candy, and she began to unbutton her nurse's outfit. I took this as a cue that I should undress as well, so I stumbled out of my pants and began unbuttoning my shirt.
Although I was greatly interested in watching Candy undress, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Beth and Roger. Roger had managed to pull down Beth's plaid skirt, and it looked like his hand was touching her between her legs. And I couldn't tell for sure, but by the motion of her arm, it looked as though Beth had her hand on Roger's cock.
This was really happening. My wife's hand was touching another man's dick. She was really going through with it. For some reason, I thought that she would back out at the last minute. But she was really doing it.
I don't know, exactly, what it feels like to have a panic attack. I've heard it described before, and based on that description, I'm pretty sure I had one at that moment. My heart was beating rapidly, I broke out into a sweat, and I couldn't control my breathing. I honestly thought I was going to pass out.
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
Candy's honey-sweet drawl snapped me back into the moment. I realized she was completely naked from head to toe. Somehow, so was I. We were both standing at the side of one of the beds. She took me in her arms and kissed me. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend we were alone together, but the curiosity was killing me. I just had to know what was happening on the other side of the room.
Beth had removed all of her clothes, and they were still standing at the foot of the bed. Her hand was definitely stroking his cock. There was no doubt about it. Roger said something to her, and Beth crawled on top of the bed and lay on her back. I was hoping she would look my way and give me a wink or a smile, but she acted as though I wasn't even in the room.
Roger crawled onto the bed between Beth's legs, and he put his head between her legs. She tilted her head back, and stroked her fingers through his hair. I knew the feeling of those fingers, and I could taste the sweetness of her pussy.
"Sweetie, are you sure you're okay with this?"
Candy's sweet voice snapped me back to attention once more. It was obvious that I had been neglecting her, and I felt guilty about that. I assured her that I was fine, and we lay on the bed side-by-side and kissed. Her body felt so firm, and so different, than what I was used to. Her tits were as hard as plastic. I could feel the saline or whatever it was beneath her skin. Her abs were like rock. Instead of the soft flesh covering my wife's body, I felt nothing but muscle and bone.
Beth began moaning. It wasn't like the loud moaning that she had adopted since Donnie left home. It was more muted; as if she were trying to be quiet, but couldn't help it. I continued kissing Candy, but my mind was on Beth. I suddenly felt Candy's hand on my prick, and it startled me. Incredibly, despite all the sexual excitement in the room, my cock was soft. I didn't know how it was possible. I was embarrassed. I never really had much of a problem getting an erection before. Maybe I drank a little too much that night. Dammit.
Beth's moaning grew louder. I couldn't resist it any longer. I had to look. I broke from my kiss with Candy and turned toward the other bed. Roger's head was still between Beth's legs. She was writhing on the bed, with her hands holding the back of his head, directing his movements.
What if he were giving her more pleasure than I am capable of giving her? What if she discovered that I'm not as good in bed as she thought I was? What if she determined she needed more than what I could give her? All of these questions filled my mind as Candy tried to redirect my attention once more.
"Sugar, just relax," she whispered.
I nodded and smiled, and took a deep breath.
"Maybe you'd like me to suck on it?" she asked. I realized she was still squeezing my soft cock.
I nodded again, and she moved down the bed and placed her mouth on my cock. She swirled her tongue around. It felt so different than Beth's mouth. I remembered when Beth and I first met, and how innocent and naïve she was. I recalled teaching her exactly how I liked to be touched, and how eager she was to learn how to please me. I realized how unlikely it was that anyone else would be able to please me as well as she did.
The swirling of Candy's tongue, and the suction she applied with her mouth, caused such an intense sensation, it felt as though every nerve in my body was concentrated on that area of my body. And yet, inconceivably, my dick remained soft. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to concentrate on what she was doing. Just as I began to feel as though I might begin to get hard, she stopped. She removed her mouth from my cock and moved up the bed.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't know what the problem is. It's not you, trust me."
"You're just nervous," she said in her slow Southern drawl. "It happens. Just relax."
I kissed her, and placed one of my hands between her legs. I stroked her inner thigh, and then lightly brushed against her vulva. She was completely shaved. I had never been with a woman who was completely shaved before. It was both exciting and intriguing. I couldn't wait to get a taste of it.
I rolled on top of her, and kissed her breasts, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. It was smaller than the one I was used to sucking. I teased the other one as well, and then kissed her belly, moving slowly and deliberately toward her sweet pussy. Just as I reached her belly button, she stopped me. She held me by the head and pulled me toward her.
"I'm really sorry, honey," she whispered, "but my time of the month is coming soon, and I wouldn't want you down there right now."
With that act barred, and with intercourse remaining off the table due to our soft-swapping agreement, I was left with few remaining options. I was lying naked in bed with a stunning blonde goddess, and I couldn't do much with her except kiss her.
I glanced toward the other bed and felt a jolt of adrenaline once again when I saw what was happening. Roger was now lying on his back with his hands behind his head, and Beth's head was bobbing up and down over his crotch. My wife was sucking another man's dick.
"You like to watch them," Candy noted, stroking her nails across my chest. "It's okay," she whispered. "Let's watch them for awhile."
