What had happened to me? Just a couple of months ago, I was a prim, proper wife and mother, enjoying an average sex life with my average husband. Suddenly I found myself a sexual creature that not only fucked my husband in front of my best friend, I had sucked off my husband's best friend's and was now fantasizing about doing it with his wife! Adding to that, was the fact that just thinking about it all was getting me very aroused. Every nerve ending on my body as alive and sensitive, and every touch seemed to feed the fire growing inside my pussy. I fingered myself to another orgasm before getting out of bed.
After breakfast, I tried to lure my husband back into the bedroom but he begged off. It was Sunday after all, and Sundays are football days even if the season was only starting. Heaven forbid he would miss a game to spend the afternoon with me. Reluctantly I showered and dressed, got the kids together and we drove over to Ray and Traci's house. Ray was ready to go when we got there and he and Bill left almost immediately for their favorite football bar to watch the game, drink way too much and bond with the rest of the Sunday regulars. As usual, Traci and I stayed home to take care of the kids and have some quality "girl time."
Traci was still in her robe when we got there. I got the impression that her morning went similarly to mine. She was absolutely glowing and had that "freshly fucked" look to her. Thinking back to my morning, I wondered if she was still carrying a bit of Ray inside her. I wondered what it would be like to lick it out of her. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I imagined the morning she and Ray had just spent.
The kids went downstairs to watch their newest Disney movie and Traci and I settled down on the couch with a pot of coffee. There were so many things I wanted to say and questions I wanted to ask but I couldn't figure out where to start so I just asked about the first thing that came into my head.
"Are we OK about last night?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, are we OK about me and Ray, and about you and Bill? I mean that wasn't something I had ever planned on, or even really thought about, and we did things that would stress most friendships."
"I know what you mean." She replied. "When I got married, I thought that I had limited myself to one man sexually, and then I found myself with your husband. I mean, how do you feel about what happened?"
She sat there, her robe had come partly open. I could see her breast. The way she had her legs crossed revealed most of her thigh. I felt a stirring inside me and I sensed that we were both nervous about going into details. I knew it would be best to get everything out in the open, but how much and how soon to get it all out I couldn't figure. Somehow I mustered up the courage to just say it.
"Traci, don't take this the wrong way, but ever since that first night at the hot spring, my whole life has changed. I saw your husband's cock getting hard as he watched me undress and I couldn't get that image out of my mind. And frankly, it turned me on knowing that another man found me attractive, sexually attractive. And the following night when we were both doing it in front of each other, watching you go down on him, god I was so hot. It turned me on so much that I've actually fantasized about it. All of these things that we're 'not supposed to do' really supercharged my libido. Maybe it's the whole concept that these are supposed to be taboo, but it's changed me, and I'm not really unhappy with the changes. Our sex life at home has been nothing short of fantastic, and last night, when I took your husband's cock in my mouth, I almost exploded."
She sat there and stared at me, not moving and not saying a word. I feared that I may have gone too far. She stayed that way for a moment and then gave me a knowing smile.
"God I'm glad you said that. I wasn't sure how you felt about me and Bill, and honestly I wasn't sure how I felt either, but I think we're on the same page. Ever since that night by the campfire I've also thought about you and Bill and I wasn't sure either. You were so hot, on top of him, grinding down on him... I've fantasized about riding his cock like you did. And last night when I held his cock for the first time, I was a changed woman. When I took him in my mouth I felt so naughty yet so sexy, and when he went down on me... Oh my god, you are the luckiest woman in the whole world. That man certainly knows his way around a woman's private parts!"
"Thank God." I replied. "Then we are OK. I can't tell you how relieved I am. I was a little scared yet a little excited when I thought about the events of the last few months, about the sexual energy that has surrounded the four of us, but I thought I may have done irreparable damage to our friendship last night."
"Honey, you'd have to do a lot more than just suck off my husband to wreck our friendship. I might toss him out for some of the stupid stuff he does every now and then, but girlfriend, you and I are too close to let something like a blowjob come between us!" she laughed.
"Well, I was worried about the blowjob and the kiss goodnight."
"I thought you two were pretty hot in that clench. When he put his finger in your pussy I almost sent you two back to the bedroom for an extra ten minutes. Of course, I wouldn't have turned down the extra time with your husband either." She replied.
"I meant when I kissed you. I don't know what came over me, but seeing you when I came out of the bedroom, you were so beautiful, and what with all the sexual attention , I guess I just got carried away when I went to kiss you goodnight. I've never done anything like that before and to tell the truth, I thought I really screwed things up." I confessed. "But to be totally frank, at least at the time, that really is how I wanted to kiss you."
Again, she sat there quietly, neither moving nor speaking. I wondered if I should have left well enough alone. Sucking off her husband might have been one thing, but trying to make out with her may have been the memory she wanted to erase.
Finally she sipped her coffee and looked deep into my eyes.
"You definitely caught me by surprise. I guess I just wasn't quite ready for something like that... I mean, at the time. I thought about it on the way home, and frankly, I think I wanted to kiss you back. Kiss you the way you wanted to kiss me, but not in front of my husband. At least not in front of him last night. Like you said, things have been changing and I'm not sure I've figured out how I feel about those changes. I have a lot of questions running through my head lately and I'm not sure how I'm going to feel when I get the answers."
"Questions about what?" I asked.
"I think you know. About my relationship with my husband, about my relationship with your husband, and now about my relationship with you, and then where are we all going with this. One minute we're typical suburban couples and the next we're having sex in front of each other and going down on our best friend's husbands. Where is it going to end? Are we going to draw a line somewhere? And if so, where?"
I took the easy part first:
"I think you and I need to decide what limits we place on this whole 'swapping' thing. I can only imagine where the boys would draw the line, but if we decide how far this should go, they'll get in line. Are those your only questions?"
"Now that you mention it, and as long as we're being open about all this, there is one more."
"Tell me."
"I'm wondering about my own sexuality, about my own limits. Last night I had your husband's cock in my mouth and like you, I loved it. I almost fucked him right there in the living room. I was a wanton little slut and I loved every minute of it, and then when you tried to kiss me, I had feelings that I never had before. Never in my entire life, and I'm just not sure how to deal with them. It was kind of scary, but at the same time it excited me terribly."
I slid next to her. I softly took her chin in my hand turning her face to mine. Her robe came almost fully open, as if she wanted to expose her nakedness to me. I stared at her full breasts, and then deeply into her eyes. She was so beautiful, so vulnerable, and so desirable.
"I understand. I feel the same way." Lightly I kissed her lips. "I don't understand most of this either, but let's agree that we can explore our feelings, our feelings about ourselves and each other, and if one or both of us find ourselves uncomfortable, we can be honest with each other." I kissed her softly again, this time lingering for a moment, lightly grasping her lower lip with my own lips. "Traci, what we're doing, or at least what I think we're about to do, I've never done before. I've never felt this way toward another woman, but I think you're feeling the same way. And I want to follow this feeling through, follow it through with you, if for nothing else, than to see what it's like, what you're like, to see what we're like, what we're like together."
I kissed her a third time, this time much more slowly. Slowly my lips parted and I felt hers respond in kind. Our tongues emerged and found each other, lightly dancing around, just the tips at first, exploring, learning, and loving. Slowly, our embrace deepened and our tongues worked their way deeper into each other's mouth. I was on fire.
