To swap or not to swap. I guess when you hit your late 40s you begin to think of this, especially when the pussy you've had for years has always been lousy and seldom.
My ex-wife had a best friend from school that I had fantasized several times while pulling my cock off.
Her name was Margaret but I always thought of her as "Margo Lynn", but ultimate sex object. She wasn't a beauty queen, kept her per-maturely graying hair short, wore little make up and was a bit on the chunky side, but for some reason, I found myself wanting to fuck her in the worst way.
My ex was the type that blabbed everything and told me that Margo had let her husband fuck her in the ass on occasion but that she really didn't care for it.
I had banked the ex in the ass and though she never complained, I could tell she was no lover of my cock in that tight little hole either.
I don't know how it came about, maybe I was joking but I said that perhaps the four of us could get together for an evening and night, and enjoy a little sex swapping.
Little did I know that she would actually call her girl friend and tell her? Much to my surprise, Carol Sue, told me that Margaret and Bob had thought about it and had even thought of asking us.
Plans were made and on one Friday evening they came over. A little wine and a quick shower in swimsuits for some after dark spa time came first.
We had a two story home with complete baths and bedrooms on both levels and we quietly decided that Margaret and I would be downstairs and Carol Sue and Bob would be upstairs.
Sitting next to Bob's wife was easily giving me a boner and she was rubbing up against me in sly ways, with her thighs and breasts whenever she could and we both noticed that my wife and Bob were wasting no time either.
After a spa session, we donned robes and went inside. Bob and Carol Sue disappeared to the upper level and Margaret went in for a quick after spa shower.
When we were both refreshed, I joined her in the downstairs bedroom and was pleasantly surprised to see her lying on the bed with nothing on. Peeling off my spa robe, she giggled, girlishly as I was hard as an iron bar.