My [M] wife’s [F] friends [FF] used polyamory books to convince us to wife swap.

For those of you that haven’t read the first half of this, the post you’re currently reading is a continuation of another post that I thought was way too long for one go. If you want you can search my profile and read the long winded version of it. I’ve been a long time reader and upvoter on this sub, figured that we had something worth sharing. In a nutshell, my wife and I have been good friends with a  lesbian couple. They recently started dabling in polyamory. My wife is bi and has history with one of them. We toyed around with the idea of a threesome but never actively pursued it on our own.

The couple convinced my wife that two couples having sex in the same room didn’t even technically count as polyamory with the help of literature on the subject. After laying down some ground rules, we both fucked our partners on my bed. We agreed that if we wanted we could engage with eachother during we could, but consent had to be given or initiated by my wife and I. We fooled around a little but mostly foreplay. We had a positive experience and agreed to talk about future play dates.

That was early May, for menstrual reasons and schedule we decided that we’d meet again and talk about getting more involved with eachother’s partners last weekend. Nothing needed to happen, talk was the only thing on the agenda. We’d only all been together once in between to support the reopening of one of our favorite spots that almost went out of business during covid. I knew that there was a chance of something happening so my wife and I both made sure that we were spotless, scented, and groomed head to toe. They must have had a similar idea because Cindy and Roxy looked amazing. Cindy has a wide variety of dresses for this time of year, and she’d chosen a teal one with a sunflower pattern. Her hair in a pony tail and those thick almost 50s era glasses that she pulls off so well. Roxy surprised me, I was caught a little off guard. Her idea of dressing up was a button down shirt and straight simple pants. Wich, I she was still wearing a button up, but they hugged her form more than anything I’d seen her wear before. Immediately I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a compression bra. The curve of her breast was visible. She seemed shy, maybe even a touch self-conscious so my wife and I were light handed with the compliments.

We were both dressed casually by comparison. It had begun to heat up so my wife was in leggings and tank top and I was in shorts and a v neck. We settled into the hello how-are-yous with a few joints passed around. A beer for Roxy and I while my wife and Cindy poured a glass of cabernet. We’d agreed to not mix substances the first time, so I took this as a sign that today was going to be a hang out.

I couldn’t help myself, I tried to enquire about Roxy’s change in style as lightly as possible. She asked me I liked it, but there was a flash of insecurity there. It was only for a half of a heart beat, but it was there. Uncharacteristic of Roxy, she normally has a confident stoicism that I had a hard time getting a read on when we first met. I explained to her that I did infact like the way that she wore the look, only that it wasn’t something I’d seen her wear. “She wanted to wear something you’d find attractive,” Cindy explained. They told me about how if we were going to interact more intimately Roxy wanted to appeal to my tastes a little better.

I strongly tried to let her know that I loved the gesture but that she was more than attractive to me the way she normally dresses. And that the last time we shared a bed she had no trouble getting me going. Cindy made a comment about having told her that, but Roxy brushed it off saying that it was also nice to see that she could still fit into this outfit that had been collecting dust for ages. It boosted her confidence and made her feel attractive.

My wife talked about how nostalgic it made her feel to hear other woman in the throws of sex. We talked about how the context of a situation changed everything. If we’d done this before when we weren’t married it might feel differently. The same way that Roxy buzzing my wife’s clit with a vibrator felt differently than other times I’d used a vibrator on her. The simple act of hearing others being pleased in the same room amplifies everything.

Cindy got into game-plan mode. Often. When these conversations comes up, since they’d already invited other women into their relationship. The conversation was focused around what we’re comfortable with. My wife was a little hesitant about me penetrating another woman before. But after our first session she was much more interested in sharing. The environment we set up was casual, everyone knew we could opt out whenever and adjust as things go on. She also felt that it was important that if Roxy was going have a man, that having sex with someone you trust in a controlled environment would be best. It seems like every time this gets brought up we reinforce that both of us still want to maintain a primary relationship with our partners. Cindy was the only one comfortable with anal. Roxy wanted me to warm up to the idea of having my ass eaten, I told her I’d let her know when the time came. I still didn’t feel that anything was happening today.

Cindy talked about toys, they brought a small egg shaped vibrator and a sleek curved double sided dildo to see preferences. My wife has a small curved vibrator with an odd head, almost like a minimalist tongue shape. So the egg caught her attention. They talked about how it was discreet and easy to purse. They talked about situations where they’d brought it and used it semi-publicly. She sat over near my wife and showed her the settings. My wife never used a double sided dildo before, it was something she watched on porn from time to time. Definitely on the fuck-it list.

Roxy and I raised eyebrows at eachother. “So, your first man. Have you thought about positioning ?”. She smiled wide, she talked about how Cindy always felt silly strapping one on. And how curious she was about being bent over and fucked. She told me that it was the reason she chose to wear something that showed off her ass.

“Hey do you mind if I show your wife something ?” Cindy asked. I turned and she was already parting my wife’s legs. “Right now ? Yea, sure. We have the whole night.” Her hand never stopped moving, as she asked the question the hand with the egg was by her knee. And before the word night left my mouth her hand was on the inside of my wife’s thigh, a light press the whole way, the faint hum of the egg barely audible from where I was sitting. My sight came back to Roxy “want to play this by ear ?” I asked. Her smile never died down. She always had a breath saver rattling around in her mouth, I’d bummed more than one off of her in the past. I could see her tongueing it around now. Her eyebrow raised as my wife could be heard gasping. Cindy was straddling her knee while she buzzed her through her leggings.

A tunnel vision came on, what was being done to my wife was still stiffening me. But I was honed in on Roxy. I remember my head uncomfortably pressing against the seam of my shorts. I walked over to join her on the love seat. We both laughed playfully, a soft laugh that I don’t remember her ever giving me before. “Let’s figure eachother out and see what comes out naturally, you lead and I’ll let you know if I want to change it up,” she said in a tone I’d only ever heard as a whisper from across the bed. It was a tone reserved for Cindy, a tone she was sharing with me.

It dawned on me.

Cindy’s words were were dancing around my head as Roxy stretched her legs over my lap, rested her finger tips on my kneck, and leaned in to kiss me. Cindy had said something before when I’d brought up our friendship and how I’d hate to lose or taint it. Something to the effect of “You love your dad differently than your friends right ? And your wife differently than your mom ? You can make love to a friend without marrying them. Or fuck them”. While I still felt the “playing with fire” risk of falling in love friend can’t be completely done away with. I felt the truth of it. There was love in our friendship. I wanted her to feel that.

She always had such a strong presence to her, it was easy to forget that she was shorter than my wife or Cindy. And noticeably shorter than me. She felt delicate in my hands. My wife and I took to hiking during covid along with weights. Roxy’s limbs felt so thin and soft. I heard my wife squeal. That involuntary sound that comes from an excess of clit stimulation. I lightly pressed my teeth to Roxy’s neck so I could see what they were up to. My wife and I made eye contact, Cindy had peeled her leggings off. Their panties were on the floor. Cindy was on her knees tongue deep in my wife. The crest of her ass cheeks was bobbing just beneath the bottom of her dress. She blew a kiss at me and smiled, I blew one back. “Let’s bend you over, I want to warm your ass up for me,” I said as I stole a kiss of her ear lobe. She smiled and nodded happily.

I picked her up by her waist and stood her in front of the arm of the love seat. Cindy is bigger than Roxy but I could whip Roxy around without issue. My back was to Cindy and my wife. Fingers or dildo I don’t know but those were the sounds of my wife being penetrated. I placed my hand on her mons and pulled her into my cock with one hand and grabbed what felt like both of her tits with my other. A loud exhale came out of her involuntarily. I felt her lips through her jeans and buried my nose in her hair. “Fingers or tongue  ?” I asked. She pulled my hands away and unbuckled her pants. “Tongue,” she replied. I deliberately pulled down her jeans while leaving her thong in place. She was skinny so her ass wasn’t huge but it was definitely a handful for a girl of her size. I bent her over and dropped to my knees. I took a cheek in each hand and began to kiss and bite the back of her thigh. I followed her crack all the way to the top of her ass. I pulled her thong down slowly to unveil a small puffy, shaved pair of lips. I pressed my thumbs into her cheeks and spread her lightly before I pushed my lips to hers. Her knees buckled and I tightened my grip to hold her where she was. My tongue searched her hole, and my nose was cradled by her asshole. She was drenched, I was lapping at her hole like a cat. Her soft moans still caught me off guard, I don’t know what I expected but her noises were so soft and dainty. I dipped the tip of my nose against her pussy as I worked on her clit. And she was far less sensitive than my wife. My wife’s clit barely needs any touching to get a strong reaction and too much pressure either hurts or is too much. Roxy kept coaxing me for more pressure till my tongue was flat and smushed against it. I licked it in quick circular patterns till she yelled and I was holding her whole weight in my hands. I could feel her glutes tighten in my hand. Now she was the cat, with her nails dug in the arm rest. I stood up, took my shirt off and wiped her from my mouth.

“This is how I like my pussy, Roxy. This feels ready for me, are you ready ?” I asked as my shorts hit the floor. Cindy was getting the better of it now, although at that moment in particular I couldn’t tell you what my wife was doing to her. She held out a condom between her fingers before she reached back and spread her ass. “Slow, ok ? Really slow. You can fuck me in a bit. I just need this slow. Ok ?”. She spat out in a nervous, quick little tone in between breaths.

I rolled the condom on and tossed the wrapper on the floor. My hands almost covered her little cheeks. With a firm grip I spread her lightly and and set my head down gently on her hole. She called out to God so softly that I’d believe you if you said it never happened at all. The D sound was the only evidence of it. With a slight shove her mouth took my head in like a butt plug. She let out a loud gasp. Cindy called out from behind me “Wait wait wait ! Are you in her ?! I wanted to be there for that !,”. The tunnel vision wore off and I was aware that my wife was now a part of the audience. An odd feeling when the head of your cock is in another woman. She kissed my neck and put her hand on my shoulders. “Gentle with her, baby. Feel her out slow,”. She said, I throbbed in her pussy after giving her a bit more. “Holy fuck, that’s so different.  It moves ? Ohh god.” I interrupted her with a little more depth. Cindy was knelt down next to her stroking her back. I felt an immense pressure to do right by her. But her pussy was tight on my cock, I couldn’t go limp if I tried.

I kept one last long steady push and held it there. She gasped my name, and Cindy took her hand. My wife pushed her tongue into my mouth and her bare tits against my arm. My dick spasm’d in her what felt like violently. She was so tight that each throb felt crazy. Roxy’s moans were muffled by Cindy’s mouth. I pulled back an bit and gave her a gentle thrust. Her mouth broke free of Cindy’s and she gasped. I gave her short solid strokes with my mouth passionately intertwined with my wife’s. We came up for air a few times but we kept this up for what felt like an eternity of bliss. I think Cindy was pleasing herself while she kissed Roxy, maybe with the egg ? Maybe just her fingers ? So hard to keep track, we were in this lustful Cronenberg pile.

She has a way of holding my face with a gentle firmness that kills me, my moans got lost in her body. She returned a moan, Cindy was behind her with that dildo and had rested it on her lips from behind her. “They look settled in, come try this out with me ? You’ll treat my woman right ?” She asked turning her attention to me. I was so high on the situation that it took me a second to understand. My body was still passively thrusting into Roxy. “If you take care of mine.” I replied. She took my wife by the hand. I got one last peck before they disappeared behind me again.

I’d been lightly increasing speed and pressure, but after seeing that dildo I figured she could handle one long firm stroke. The reaction was priceless. She grabbed ahold of the couch, and shrieked. I was worried i hurt her. I asked her but she shook her head no. I did it again a little harder. I thought she was going to bite her lip off. She grunted like the ladies in a kick boxing class. I kept that pace for a minute or or two. Every few thrusts she’d shriek with that rasp you get when your pissed. This is more like what I thought she’d sound like, the little warrior woman I knew. I decided to give her a pause but before I did I pulled back and gave it to her up to the root with a good shove and kept it there. A guttural exhale and a gasp came out of her. Her body went from a death grip on the arm of the seat to a rag doll. The inside of her was squeezing me tighter than I’d ever felt vaginally. Her moans were deep gasps. I tilted her over onto the cushion of the love seat and let her sit. I sat next to her and laughed. “You wanted a fucking. I was gentle with you.” I told her, recieving a punch and giggle for my comment.

I rubbed my cock and asked her what she thought. She stared at it, as we talked about how the warmth, and throbbing really set it aside from toys. We watched Cindy and my wife share that dildo on the couch. I don’t think they even knew we were there. The same way I didn’t while I was plowing Roxy. She put her hand on my cock. And rubbed it with me as we watched our partners fuck. She told me that riding it when we were clothed really got her going. She was touching herself with her other hand, our partners were moaning loudly in the background. I was slowly but surely honing in on Roxy again. Her cheek was on my arm, watching my wife buzz her clit with the egg while they played pussy tug of War with that dildo was a surreal live porno i could watch for ever. My wife was rolling, a long string of little orgasms. I know how she sounds.

Roxy tossed a leg over me with her hand still resting on my cock. “It’s my turn” she said. No sooner had I nodded than she began position herself over me. Her pussy was so wet that she plopped all the way down on me. She grit her teeth and sqeaked out my name. Cindy was Cumming in the background. Thank God we have some space, if we did it at their place the neighbors would have called the cops. Roxy took the tip of my chin and locked my eyes to hers. The last orgasm did a good job of loosening her up a little. Maybe it was the angle, she was still tight but her death grip was transformed into a tight ,milky , slippery sleeve on my cock. She had to plant her feet flat on the couch to get good leverage. With her hands on my shoulders she started to bounce on me faster and harder than I thought she could handle. She had me moaning up a storm. I cupped her tits in my hands and told her to fuck me. She was more shallow than my wife, I felt like I was punching her intestines. The room was alive with moaning and gasping and the clap of her ass on my thighs. There was a moment there, with her hands on my shoulders. Our eyes were locked and her pussy was stroking my cock to the point where I was saying yes every other squat. I pulled her towards me and we kissed. I could taste my wife’s pussy. I swear Cindy had dipped into my wife with her tongue and made out with Roxy enough for me to taste it. These kisses were vicious, her tongue was doing battling with mine.

She started to cum, she stopped bouncing and sat on my cock mid way. Her drenched little cunt was squeezing me in such a way that felt like a tight cavern of waves. She was lowering herself as she came. At some point my hands had moved to her back. I was holding her chest to mine as she sat down. I wasn’t done with her, the over stimulation a woman gets when you fuck her through an orgasm intoxicates me. I bounced her on my cock and held her limp body up as I fucked her. I usually have more control or warning. But she was riding me like a mad woman. I came so God damned hard with her. She wasn’t prepared for that. Moans of pleasure turned to a scream of terror, like when a cartoon wife sees a mouse and hops on a chair. I wasn’t supposed to cum in her, I was supposed to finish in my wife. But the foriegn nether regions coupled with the hard core lesbian porno in the background was more than I could of prepared for. The thought of cum in her was a gross out that she’d specifically stated that she didn’t want, and while I am sorry for that. This wasn’t the problem, we had a condom for this reason. The problem was the condom was on old lifestyles freebie that was as old as our relationship. We had condoms in the bedroom but I trusted hers and didn’t want to interrupt the mood. When I pulled out it may literally have been the biggest load of my life with my naked head poking out the end.

Fuck.

My wife and Cindy stopped immediately to address it. I was overly apologetic, they could tell I was embarrassed so they tried to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal. But my wife’s face was what did it. Not only did I interrupt their fun, but my cum was a sacred thing right now. Hell, the last time we all had sex I was having Midsommar flash backs. I’d never had an audience to my ejaculation before. She was fine with the sex until that point but I should have known better. I should have maintained control, I got a little cocky.

Cindy and Roxy forgave pretty quickly, not without a lecture but forgiveness was given. Cindy remarked that my wife really did a number on her. Roxy confessed that despite turning her into a twinkie, sex with a man was better than she imagined it would be. She was very grateful that I took mybtime with her and constantly checked in to adjust at her pace. I don’t want to get too into the weeds, but Roxy had imagined that a man would be much more forceful. I told her some of what she was describing teetered on rape. My wife talked about how Cindy had picked up some new tricks, she was bummed she didn’t get to fuck Roxy, we had a laugh about that.

Roxy takes the pill for a thyroid issue, but both she and Cindy admit that it’s common for her to forget. They talked about a morning after pill and would let us know if any complications arise. The thought of getting another woman pregnant while we’re actively trying to have a baby has my wife in knots. The first few days were rough, while have plans to see them soon we haven’t since our last session. Cindy made a joke about how Roxy and Cindy weren’t in the worst place to have a baby, but they always imagined Cindy would carry the baby. And I’d add some color as their sperm donor. My wife laughed the joke off than. But she’s referenced it once or twice since so…

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