The previous stories in this chain have descriptions of all parties as well as some pictures. See “Impromptu Wife Swap 2” and “Impromptu Wife Swap” for the previous tales on how we ended up here!
It’s been 3 months, and yet again, Sarah, Dan, Lauren and I have had a date swap full of fun and debauchery. We’ve all concluded that the best thing we’ve done is implement the 3 month waiting rule. It has kept things fun and still makes us all a little nervous and giddy each time we meet up for those nights.
We were all trying to decide on when we wanted to have our next date swap when it occurred to us that St. Patrick’s day might work as the perfect time. After much deliberation we decided it may not be the best idea to go St. Patrick’s day crazy AND date swap crazy in the same night. Inevitably someone would drink too much, throw up, and the whole thing would be ruined. So instead we decided to all go out for St. Patrick’s day, take the next morning and afternoon to recover, and do date swap the following evening on Saturday night.
St. Patrick’s day rolled around and we had obtained some VIP passes to a local irish pub that is typically impossible to get into on St. Patrick’s day. We showed up after work around 6:00 and immediately broke into a frenzied discussion about all of the March Madness games that had ended already, the ones that were coming up, and games currently going on. We were seated at a table with a perfect view of the live band and the big screen with the games on it. We sat and drank a copious amount of adult beverages, had dinner, and had a great time. Once dinner was over, it didn’t take long for us to turn the basketball games into a drinking game. We would go around the table each taking a turn to bet what we thought would happen on a given play (offense scores 2, scores 3, turns it over, gets fouled, etc.). If we were right, the others drank, if we were wrong, we drank. After that game went around quite a few times, ending with the girls to be fairly drunk and Dan and I edging towards tipsy, the game changed. We decided to make bets for date swap night. Seeing as none of us really wanted to know the details of what the other couple was going to do, we rearranged our seats and proceeded to start betting with our swap partner.
The new betting didn’t just take into account one play, these were much more drawn out bets so it built the anticipation watching as the teams battled back and forth finally leading to one of us winning whatever we had bet. Unfortunately for Sarah, I absolutely love college basketball, she just dabbles here and there, which led to her losing 6 of the 9 bets that we had made before deciding on one final bet for the night. I let her pick what the bet would be since she had lost so many times and she decided on total points scored between the 4 remaining teams in the 2 final games. She felt like she had a pretty good shot at winning because she had been watching the final scores that scrolled across the bottom of the screen all night and knew she could at least have a decent guess. She made a bet of 300 points; a solid bet since most of the winning teams had ended up in the 70s somewhere and most of the games had been close. Unfortunately for her, I knew the teams that were playing in the final games. Arkansas and UCLA regularly scored in the 80s and it wouldn’t be crazy for them to score 90 against weaker competition. I made my bet of 315.
The games started and at halftime it wasn’t looking good. One game was on pace for both teams to score right at 70 each while the other one was going about how I expected it to. Thankfully the second half went a little better and I won the bet easily with a total of 325 points being scored. Sarah sulked, she had made the same wager for the final 4 bets: if she had won, we had to, somehow, discretely fuck in a bar. Seemed to me like a good way to get arrested but she was really into the idea and thought we could pull it off somehow. Obviously she didn’t win that bet, so I wasn’t on the hook for it, but she still tried to guilt trip me into a promise of an attempt.
The rest of the night flew by in a blurry haze and we eventually headed home. We spent the following morning and afternoon in recovery mode, chugging water and eating heavy foods before getting ready to go out for date swap around 6.
I pulled in to Dan and Sarah’s driveway to pick Sarah up a little before 6. I knocked and went inside to find Sarah throwing a few things in her purse and ready to go. The final bet I had made the night before was already paying off. I had asked Sarah to wear what has always been a kryptonite of mine – white tank top, ruffled skirt, and low rise boots. Lets just say as soon as I saw her I felt all of my ability to say no to anything melt away and my dick stir in my pants. Her tank top allowed for a fair amount of cleavage and her mid thigh length pink skirt showed plenty of toned leg, all capped off by a brown low rise boot with a small heel to it. It was perfect. She asked if she had gotten the outfit right and I assured her she had nailed it as we walked out to the car. (My Bet #1: Sarah’s Outfit – Complete)
We had decided on dinner and drinks at a spot known for its burgers and beers that you’ve never heard of that was amongst a stretch of bars nearby. We had dinner and asked the waiter if there was anything special going on anywhere close by. He said most of the festivities were the night before for St. Patrick’s but there were a few bars that had live bands going on that night. We paid our tab and off we went to a place nearby where there was a band.
It was a little bit of a dive bar, but had a good atmosphere and seemed to be filling up fairly quickly as the band was setting up for an 8:00 start time. We grabbed a high-top table against the wall without any chairs around it but a good view of the band. We got drinks and watched as the band set up.
I leaned back against the wall while Sarah came over and leaned back against me, pulling my arm across her chest so I was hugging her shoulders into me. She tipped her head back, looking up at me and smiled. I leaned down and kissed her forehead which made her smile wider and wriggle her body back into me. As we watched the band set up, Sarah began to sway her hips and dance slightly to the music being played over the speakers. It started out innocently enough but eventually she worked up to more grinding against me.
By the time the band started, she had me thinking about all the things left to come that night and I was beginning to grow more and more. The band was pretty good and had quite the following. The bar was packed and everyone around us was dancing and jumping around to each song. With everyone’s focus on the band, I slid my hand down over Sarah’s stomach and pressed her skirt between her legs, letting my hand press against her pussy through her skirt and underwear. As she swayed and danced my hand massaged her clit at whatever pace she wanted to move. After a few minutes she hooked her hand around my neck and pulled me down close to her. She whispered in my ear that if I kept it up she’d soak through her panties and then through the skirt leaving quite the awkward wet patch. I understood what she meant and pulled my hand away, letting her skirt fall loose. She moved herself to the side of me and leaned halfway against the wall and halfway against me shielding my left arm from view to the rest of the bar. She reached behind her, grabbed my arm, and showed me what she had in mind by sliding my hand down the back of her skirt.
My hand snaked its way down over her thong clad ass, my mind wandering to what color it might be, before pulling it out of the way and slipping my fingers between her legs. My fingertips felt their way down the crack of her ass, over her tight asshole, which would get plenty of attention later, and dipped into the wetness of her pussy. I slumped down the wall a little to allow my hand to reach forward a bit further and come into contact with her clit. Sarah continued to grind and sway her hips as my fingers brushed against her. Eventually I left my index finger on her clit and moved my middle finger back to slide inside her. It felt a little awkward on my hand, but she really seemed to enjoy it so, as guys are prone to do, I let my hand cramp up (doesn’t matter…having sex, right?) while she rode my fingers, edging towards her first orgasm of the night. Eventually I felt her knees close together, her hand reached down, squeezed my thigh tightly, and her jaw clenched, as my fingers felt the pulses of her orgasm overtake her. (Sarah Bet #1: Finger her to orgasm in a crowded place – Complete)
She came down from her orgasm and smiled sheepishly at me as I told her I was going to go wash my hand real quick. As I came back she pointed to my beer and told me to finish it. I happily obliged and cashed out at the bar. She took my hand, told me she had an idea, and led me out into the street, down an alley a couple blocks, and out onto another street. We walked another block before she pulled me into a public sculpture park.
This isn’t the type of park you’re probably thinking; this park is more for amateur artists and the community to use as a place for artistic graffiti, random statues, and miscellaneous things that people have made. It’s basically a large empty lot that the city has given up on and just let the community have to do what they want with it. It isn’t well lit, and the kind of place where drug deals are sure to go down. She pulled me along the gravel path back about 100 feet or so off the street into the dark of the park. She stopped next to an elevated concrete platform that had a twisted metal sculpture sitting atop it. From here we could see the entrance to the park and people walking past randomly on the street. No one looked into the park, they just moseyed on by; and even if they had looked, I doubt they’d have been able to see us with how dark the park was.
I kept an eye on the entrance as Sarah leaned against the raised platform and pulled me to her. We made out and let our hands wander each other. Even as we made out, I was wary of having someone stumble upon us and kept opening one eye to check the entrance to the park. Sarah’s hands unbuckled my jeans, lowered the zipper, and pulled my now fairly hard dick out from my boxer briefs. She stroked it up and down as we made out, quickly getting me to full staff. My hands roamed from her chest to hiking up her skirt and cupping her bare ass, feeling the firmness in my hands and enjoying how smooth and taut her body felt. Eventually my hand made its way to her pussy and began rubbing her through her thong which was pretty soaked through. After a few minutes of this, Sarah pushed her white thong to her ankles, pulled her skirt up around her waist, turned away from me with her hands on the raised platform, and stuck her ass out towards me, presenting her beautiful ass and glistening pussy. I stepped up behind her, bent at the knees a bit to lower myself to her level, and slipped my dick into her. The warmth surrounded me as I pushed inside with ease. As I pulled back out I could see the lips of her pussy gripping my shaft as if to pull me back inside, leaving me lubricated and shining in preparation for the next thrust. I slowly built up a rhythm, taking a glance at the people walking by on the street occasionally to make sure no one had taken notice; they hadn’t. I refrained from going too hard and causing a slapping sound that would possibly alert people to our presence, but kept up a solid pace, stopping just short of slapping into Sarah’s ass with each thrust.
Sarah worked her clit with one hand while holding herself steady on the platform with the other, frantically trying to bring herself to her second orgasm of the night. After a while of looking seemingly like she was almost there but couldn’t quite get over the, metaphorical and literal, hump, I decided to surprise her a bit to hopefully get her there. (My Bet #2: Sex in a semi-public place – Complete) Earlier in the night, Sarah had whispered that she’d been walking around the house all day with a plug in her ass in preparation for that evening so we wouldn’t need to spend a lot of time getting her ready. With that in mind, I pulled my dick out of her pussy, coated in her slick juices, and easily slipped into her ass a few inches. I didn’t force it or move quickly, but just quick enough to slip inside her before she had time to mentally realize what I was doing (PSA: don’t do that unless you know for sure she’s going to like it and she’s prepared enough to not be hurt by it). She let out a soft moan and an “oh my god” before pushing back against me, sinking my dick all the way into her ass. I slowly began to thrust and after a few pumps, I heard Sarah gasp, and then I felt her cum. I stopped moving for a moment to let her ride out her orgasm, but once she had, I picked up my thrusting again. Sarah reached next to her and grabbed a small bottle of lube from her handbag and passed it back to me. I drizzled some lube on myself and kept going.
I kept an eye on the entrance to the park, but nobody was coming in or out. The foot traffic was sparse and we weren’t in a position where anyone would really see us unless they came into the park a ways. There was a break in the foot traffic outside the park where no one was coming and I took advantage of the lull. With no one coming the sounds of us fucking weren’t a concern so I picked up the pace and intensity that I was fucking Sarah’s small tight ass with. Our bodies smacked together with each thrust and I knew I would cum soon. I grabbed tightly onto Sarah’s hips and pulled her back to meet each pump of my dick.
As we had been fucking I had realized that there wasn’t going to be a place Sarah could go to clean up afterwards, so instead of cumming inside her and making for a horrific mess, just before I came I pulled out and shot it on the ground beside us. (My Bet #3: Anal in a Semi-Public Place – Complete)
Sarah asked why I hadn’t finished inside her and, when I explained, was thankful I had thought ahead. “Walking back to the car with cum dripping out of my ass, while hot, doesn’t sound like a great time. Not to mention the mess on your car seat.”
We composed ourselves, made out a little, and then casually walked out of the park; just two people enjoying the public sculpture park on a lovely evening, nothing to worry about everybody. We strolled back to the car, taking our time, enjoying the weather, and also recovering a bit from our romp in the park. Sarah was buzzing quite a bit about how into the whole thing she was and how that spot had been perfect. Apparently she had looked online where we were going and perused the map searching for a place that might be a good spot when she stumbled upon the sculpture park and knew it’d be dark and empty.
We hopped in the car and headed back to Sarah and Dan’s place around 10:30. On the car ride home Sarah ran through the list of bets we had made the previous night and what we had completed and what was still left on the list. I wasn’t sure we’d get through everything in one night, but hey, there’s always next time right? Sarah teased me with ideas of what she wanted to do next and how she wanted to end the evening which quickly got my dick growing again.
We got back to their place and quickly went inside and up to the spare bedroom. I walked into the room and Sarah closed the door behind us. I turned around and pressed her against it, pressing my lips to hers and running my hands down her sides to her hips. I crouched, hooked my hands under her ass, and lifted her off the floor as she wrapped her legs around me. I hadn’t thought about the sequence of events in terms of making this a smooth act, but I already had her in the air, so I’d be damned if I was setting her down now. I held her up with one arm (her legs around me and arms around my neck helped support her for the most part) while I reached between us with my free hand, unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them and my underwear off, kicking randomly to shed my shoes, jeans, and underwear from my feet. I pulled her thong to the side, and lowered her onto me. It took a few attempts to get everything lined up, but once we did, it was heaven. The feeling of holding this gorgeous woman off the floor, being able to spin her around and physically dominate her whenever I felt like was incredibly sexy. Sarah can be a bit dominant at times in terms of saying what she wants and when, but when it comes to the physical act of doing those things, she is very much the submissive type that loves to feel as if she doesn’t have any control of the situation and the other person could do whatever they wanted to her. In this position, she got all of that. She later told me that to be held in the air and tossed around made her feel very small and feminine in all the right ways and it’s one of her favorite ways to fuck.
As I fucked her standing in the middle of the room, we made out furiously. Sarah began talking dirty and telling me all the things she wanted me to do to her which brought me closer and closer to cumming for the second time. I informed her that I was getting close and she asked to be set down so she could finish the job with her mouth. (My Bet #4: Standing Sex Carrying Sarah – Complete) Sarah dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth while her hand began kneading my balls. It took less than 30 seconds for me to feel the heat rise up inside me. I told her I was cumming and she quickly pulled my dick out of her mouth, stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes as my dick twitched and shot 4 ropes of cum across her lips, cheeks, and nose. It wasn’t a crazy amount of cum or anything, but it did the job. (My Bet #5: Facial – Complete) Sarah opened her eyes and smiled as she licked the remnants off the tip of my dick and then took her finger and pushed the cum on her face into her mouth. She stood up, grinned, and kissed me, her tongue swirling in my mouth as I tasted the salty bitter taste that she passed from her mouth to mine and I passed back a few times. (Sarah’s Bet #2: Snowball – Complete) I made a mental note that I needed to eat more pineapple before breaking our kiss and watching as she smirked and swallowed every drop.
She ran to the bathroom to fully wash off her face as I collapsed on the bed, mentally taking in the evening thus far, all the little stuff I had done that I never thought I would, and also preparing for the rest of the night. Before she returned I checked to see if she had everything ready for her final bet and found that she had prepared everything before I picked her up – she’s always been quite the planner.
As Sarah walked back through the door she stripped down fully, discarding all of her clothes in a pile near the door. She walked over to the bed, crawled on top of me, and pulled my shirt off so I was fully nude with her. We made out a little and she asked if I was ready to give her the last of her bets. I didn’t answer her, I just lifted her off the bed by her waist, rolled both of us over so I was on top of her, and pinned her to bed by her wrists while hooking my ankles over hers to hold her legs down. I leaned down, kissed her, and asked whether she wanted to be face up or face down. She quickly replied face down. I let up on her legs and arms and she flipped over onto her stomach.
I reached down next to the bed and attached the restraints to both of her wrists and ankles. Being restrained was something Sarah has apparently always wanted to try but she didn’t think Dan would be dominant enough or willing to just use her the way she wanted (something about him loving her too much to use her like that). Me, on the other hand, I care for Sarah, a lot, but hell, if she wanted me to use her in some depraved way, who am I to say no?
The restraints weren’t so tight that she couldn’t move around a little bit, but she definitely wasn’t going anywhere. She wasn’t able to reach me or come close closing her now splayed legs. I laid my full weight on top of her and whispered in her ear, asking her if she was ready to be teased, played with, and used for whatever purposes I saw fit. She didn’t answer, she just wiggled her ass back against me, turned her head, kissed my cheek, and then playfully bit it, tugging at my cheek slightly as if to say “bring it on.”
I slid a pillow under her hips to give me a little better access to everything and started to let my hands brush up and down her body, barely touching her, causing goosebumps to appear all over her skin. I let my hands roam over her entire body, her legs, arms, back, neck, ass, and down between her splayed legs to brush the lips of her pussy. She squirmed and wriggled around on the bed as I teased her, unable to do anything about it. I knew she wanted to be dominated and taken forcefully, but starting out with a soft gentle act would help build up contrast to the pounding I was going to give her. I began to plant small kisses across her shoulders, down her spine, and onto her ass. I moved myself between her legs and ran my tongue ever so gently from her clit, up her dripping slit, and over her asshole. She whimpered a little as I repeated the process over and over, not putting enough pressure on her with my tongue to really give her what she wanted, but enough to make her know she wanted it.
She eventually couldn’t take it anymore and used the little amount of mobility she had to try and push herself back into me. I pulled away before she could get what she wanted and smacked her ass as a sort of punishment (probably the punishment she’d been hoping for if I’m honest). At that point I knew I’d probably teased her enough and dove back in with more force. I tongued her up and down as she wiggled her ass around, moving my tongue to where she wanted it most and moaning every time I hit her clit and ass.
I had set her purse on the bed beside me, figuring if she had put the lube in there that she had produced at the park, she had probably stowed the toys in there as well like she had before. As I kept up my tongue lashing I reached over, silently reached into the purse, and pulled out the bottle of lube, her vibrator, and the dildo she had previously told me was only for anal play. I picked up the speed of my tongue on her clit, recognizing her labored breathing and long bouts of silence between gasps as her being close to cumming. She finally tensed up and I could see her try to contract herself into a ball as she came but the restraints kept her spread eagle, forced to ride out her orgasm completely on display. As I watched her ass clench and unclench in front of me, I was silently lubing up the dildo, sitting back on my ankles between her legs.
The moment I saw her relax, letting me know her orgasm had subsided, I positioned the dildo above my own dick, pressing it against my stomach so the tip was almost in line with the tip of my own member. I leaned forward, and slowly pushed my dick and the dildo into her waiting ass and pussy.
After the orgasm she had just had, Sarah was expecting a moment of relief, but hey, she’s tied up and she was the one that wanted to be used right? There’s no rest when you’re being used and abused! She jumped a little in surprise when she felt the pressure against her, then let out an “Oh my god” and a long guttural moan as I sank deeper and deeper into her holes, completely filling her. Once I had bottomed out, I leaned forward, laying on her back, and asked her how it felt to know she couldn’t go anywhere until I was completely done with her. She smirked and replied “sounds rewarding.” And with that, I pulled back out all the way to the tip, leaving the dildo buried inside her, and began thrusting, long, hard strokes. With each out stroke the dildo would slide out of her ass slightly only to be pounded back into her as I collided into it on my down stroke. I positioned my hands on her shoulders, holding her to the bed as I slammed into her again and again. At one point I took a short break from the pounding, reached over, flicked on the vibrator, and wedged it between the pillow and Sarah’s clit, before returning to the rough fucking that I was giving her. She was completely overwhelmed and was letting out all sorts of noises (some incredibly hot….some…not so much. But hey, she was enjoying herself) as I continued my assault. She claimed later that she had cum at least twice during the whole thing but I couldn’t say when those may have occurred since I was so transfixed on this gorgeous woman tied to the bed, letting me have my way with her body. I watched every stroke going in and out of her, I watched the dildo be forced into her ass, I watched her ass shake ever so slightly with each slap of our bodies, and if I looked between our bodies as I pulled out, I could see her feet flailing and toes curling, desperate to curl herself into that orgasmic ball that she always did when she came.
When I finally came, it was exhausting, my legs and elbows shook, my dick pulsed for what seemed like minutes, and finally, I collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of Sarah, still resting inside her. I could hear the buzz of the vibrator over our labored breathing and reached beneath her and flicked it off. (Sarah’s Bet #3: Restrained Dominant Sex – Complete) “Holy fuck…..hooooooly fuck.” Sarah said as our breathing returned to normal. I apologized for sweating all over her as I rolled off of her onto my back. She said she didn’t mind whatsoever and asked if I could finally let her loose. I slowly pulled the dildo out of her ass, undid the restraints, and she curled into her textbook little ball next to me. “Is it weird that I feel totally exhausted and satisfied….but still super horny?” Sarah asked. I told her it didn’t seem THAT odd, but still a tad contradictory to be both satisfied…but not satisfied. She shrugged in acceptance and got up to go clean off. I followed her and told her I was going to take a shower after being covered in sweat. She decided to hop in the shower with me and we took turns washing the sex off of one another. We went to bed, her head resting on my shoulder with my arm wrapped around her and fell asleep within minutes.
The next morning we had brunch plans with Lauren and Dan at 10:30. We woke up around 8, watched a little TV in bed, showered together, had another session where Sarah rode me about as hard as I’ve ever been ridden, took another shower after that mess, and headed off to brunch. At brunch we all took our standard anonymous vote – do we continue or go back to being just friends. Unanimously in favor of continuing.
Eventually we’ll run out of things to experiment and try, but for now, this has done the opposite of every story I’ve ever heard like this; instead of dividing us or pushing our marriages apart, we have all grown closer as friends, and closer as spouses. Every three months we get to let out a little sexual energy that may not be fully satisfied by a partner as familiar as our spouse, but it’s not so frequent that there’s anything for us to be concerned about. Lauren and my’s sex life has been better because of it, and as a result she and I have been trying new things together as well. We’ve found ourselves in a very unique and amazing situation and I sure hope it continues to be as rewarding as it has been so far!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/62k817/impromptu_wife_swap_3_st_patricks_lucky_charms
Awesome
Very hot!
Will we get stories from the other pairing this time?
…please tell me you cleaned your dick after anal…please tell me you cleaned your dock after anal…