Swap (Spouse Exchange) (BBC Fetish)

This was the fourth occasion Jillian and her husband has swapped and for her, this one had been the most fun. Jillian had been staying with Graham all week, a middle-aged banker or investor. She hadn’t made an effort to remember his profession because it was not what Jillian was there for. The week with Graham was what it had been intended to be, a new sexual adventure every day.

The whole point of swapping was to make life more exciting and fulfilling to both people in the relationship. Spicing things up. Jillian loved her husband even more when he kept an open mind and was pleasantly surprised that he’d agreed to give her fantasies a try. Jillian fucked his lights out that night. Jillian found that she appreciated her husband more when she knew what she was missing. Things were fun with who they swapped with, but she knew who she loved.

Jillian and her Husband had met Graham and his wife at a Lifestyle Event New Year’s Eve party. It was invitation only and a couple they’d swapped with before had gotten them in. They messed around with them a bit in the club, Jillian enjoying watching her husband get a blow job in a private booth. The couple they came in with didn’t stay long and left Jillian and her husband to mingle on their own.

Graham’s wife initiated their meeting. She’d approached Jillian shyly, even though everyone in the club was naked. After she’d said hello, Jillian pulled the woman closer cupping the womans ass in her hands. Jillian guessed since she was Asian, she might have one of those fetishes for white men. It was kinky. Jillian could get into it.

When Graham stepped into the picture, Jillian interest went through the roof as his, what had to be 10 inch dick rocked proudly as he walked.

“I think you see something you like.” Jillian’s husband whispered in her ear with a smile in his voice. He knew her well. It also gave Jillian permission to pursue and she turned her attention to the BBC in front of her.

Jillian daydreamed about that night. Her face buried in a delicious pussy. Though, she could barely focus on that because of the pounding she took. She had taken an ecstasy that night and took every inch like a champ. When Graham had pulled her head back by her hair, she could see her husband balls deep in Graham’s wife’s throat. Her pussy erupted when she saw it. Graham kept stroking and she could remember how the juices felt landing on her back. She had to snap out of it.

The bed Jillian lay in was a California king, very large, and very comfortable. She thought about the man showering in the next room and then couldn’t help but think about the things he’d done to her that week. Her husband and Graham weren’t that far apart in length, but Graham had him by a few inches in girth. Images of how it had filled her from behind at the New Year’s party instantly made Jillian wet, her hands began to play out of instinct. Jillian stopped breathing for a moment on the bed; just as she’d done with Graham that first time; his large chocolate hands holding her still. She’d felt him several times since.

It was nearly noon and Jillian hadn’t left the bed at all. She’d gone to bed in one of his tee shirts and a dark G-string Jillian thought looked sexy on her pale skin. One of the things her husband had enjoyed was the fact that Graham was a black guy, and they both enjoyed watching Jillian take a BBC. The night before Graham had fucked Jillian until she burst on him several times. Thinking of it brought a smile to her face and Jillian wriggled and rubbed her pussy through her underwear. Graham was 6’6 and built like the basketball players she was too scared to fuck in high school. Jillian realized how attracted she was to him as Graham came from the shower, steaming with thick towel wrapped around his waist.

Graham eyed the clock on one of the end tables and said with a playful smile, “Our ball and chains will be here soon.” Jillian couldn’t help but laugh herself.

“Well what should we do with the little time we have left?” Jillian asked hopping the desire she was feeling could be seen in her eyes.

Graham sat on the side of the bed where Jillian was laying and let his fingers travel up her thigh. He gently moved her hand to the side and let his own take over. Jillian loved the way their skin looked in contrast, deep bronze and glowing white sand. Her body arched from the attention he was providing.

Graham moved from sitting beside Jillian on the bed, to on top of her, and they began to kiss, his hands drawing wetness from her body. Jillian moaned in his mouth, her body begging him to go further. Jillian couldn’t control where she moved her hands; she cupped his ass, his shoulders, his waist. Graham had maneuvered her shirt exposing Jillian’s pink nipples, suckling each of them as he worked. Jillian could feel his dick pulsing on her skin, hot and stiff. She pressed her body up into him her body pleading for more.

Graham hadn’t bothered removing her G-string, choosing instead to move it aside and make his entry. There was no resistance, and Jillian opened her legs wider to receive his length. Jillian felt completely filled and savored the feeling. She couldn’t describe how right she felt; stretched and feeling Graham’s massive girth in her stomach. When Graham began to slowly, steadily stroke her, Jillian’s breath caught in her chest.

“Fuck,” was the only thing Jillian could manage to say. Graham responded with a slower, but longer motion, reaching into the depths of Jillian’s body. She started to shake under his weight.

“I like when you do that,” Graham told her, his mouth whispering the message into her ears as he stroked. “Do it again.” He commanded.

Jillian obeyed, though, he really didn’t need to tell her. “That pussy being real slutty right now.” Graham told her. Jillian came when he said it. She loved when she got called names. “That’s my bitch.” Graham continued to talk to Jillian, her body involuntarily clinched and Graham’s wide dick forcing Jillian to erupt. She bucked under the thrusting, tears welling in Jillian’s eyes, all thought removed by blinding pleasure.

In a single motion, Graham had flipped Jillian on her stomach. He then proceeded to rip the g-string off her body not bothering to move them down her legs. Jillian was still enduring the after effects of their missionary fucking, but Graham had only begun. “You got a beautiful ass girl.” He told her, slapping each of her cheeks repeatedly. Graham had rested his dick between them as they bounced. Without warning, his large hands spread Jillian open and a moment later, she could feel Graham’s tongue and lips on her crevices.

The sensation was maddening and Graham was masterful in his execution. It was if he had planned how he wanted Jillian’s body to feel and react. She felt like a fire had been lit within and when Graham provided himself a better grip on her waist, Jillian lost it. The orgasm that tore through Jillian had a will of it’s own sending blissful ripples to the very tips of her toes. Graham did not break rhythm when he moved to ease his dick into Jillian’s ass.

A silent gasp distorted her face and Jillian’s eyes went wide feeling her ass open up. His mouth had made entry possible, but Jillian still braced herself digging her fingers into the mattress. Her toes curled as Graham inched his way in; Jillian thought she could feel the flooded veins of his dick. The screams were frequent, loud, and hard. Jillian’s breathing turned quick, ragged and she could feel his heavy balls slapping her cheeks with every thrust. His dick had molded her insides to accept it, with every thrust pieces of Jillian’s sanity fell away. She surrender to sensation, became a slave to feeling. At this moment, anything Graham chose to do with her body she would accept it willingly.

Graham’s stroke intensified, and Jillian wasn’t sure if she was cumming several times or was experiencing a single continuous orgasm. Either way her body was beyond pleasure. That dick had brought tears, and she was sobbing in pleasure.

Jillian could hear Graham begin to moan himself. She felt him stiffen inside her, and her body responded to what it knew was coming. Jillian arched into Graham’s strokes. She wanted to feel him coat her insides.

He did not disappoint, filling Jillian with several intense thrusts. Jillian was near hallucinating from her orgasms but could hear clapping.

When she could finally focus, their spouses had been watching them from the bedroom door. Her husband was smiling and in the midst of unbuckling his pants.

“I believe it’s my turn” was all he said.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cb9qu3/swap_spouse_exchange_bbc_fetish