[MF] The time my buddy invited me to take care of his wife

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My wife and I have a pretty exciting sex life. Besides the great bedroom chemistry we have together, we’ve also experimented a bit with playing with other couples. I don’t know if we’d label ourselves “swingers”, but we don’t shy away from that lifestyle.

Obviously, that’s not exactly something we go around talking to our friends about. Generally, polite company doesn’t appreciate conversations that begin with, “So last week I was balls-deep inside of my wife’s friend…” for some reason. In any case, sometimes hints slip out, and the results can often lead to a bit of fun.

One time my wife and I were at our very close friends’ house. They’ve been married about as long as we have and all four of us are really close. The girls get together and chat while my buddy and I play video games and talk about work. I overheard my buddy’s wife Natalie showing her new shoes to my wife.

“They’re so cute! And they have little pineapples on them!”

“Be careful, we all know what pineapples mean!” I joked from the other room.

My wife and Natalie came into the living room where me and Tim were sitting. “Huh? What do they mean?” asked Natalie.

I looked over to my wife, worried I might be giving something away. “Uhhh, you know, I heard they’re a symbol of swinging,” I replied, in a totally unconvincing tone.

“Wait are you serious?” Natalie said, “Should I not wear them out?”

Tim thought the whole thing was hilarious. “Go ahead and wear them, just be prepared to turn a few more heads than usual!”

Natalie was generally a pretty chill person, but seemed a bit worried. “Is this like a known thing? How come I’ve never heard of it?”

I chuckled a bit at her concern. “No dude, I don’t think it’s a big deal. I don’t think most people think that when they see pineapples.”

“Oh, ok.” She seemed relieved. Then a moment later joked, “Yeah except for you, what are you, a secret swinger?”

“Depends who’s asking,” I shot back with a goofy smile.

Now, if Natalie is generally pretty chill, my wife is the opposite. Usually relaxed but at times can become pretty tense. This was one of those moments. The three of us had been talking so no one noticed her, but she looked seriously nervous about our “secret” slipping out. Natalie turned to put the shoes back in the closet and caught a look at my wife’s nervous face.

“Wait…*are* you swingers???” she asked, with an equal tone of suspicion and interest in her voice.

My wife and I both stammered some nonsense, trying to backtrack a bit. At this point anyone with even a basic understanding of human emotion and language could tell we were being horrible liars. Tim and Natalie started cracking up with laughter.

“No way!!!” Natalie roared between laughs, “You two actually like….swing??”

The mortified look on my wife’s face sent me into damage control mode. “Ok we’re not *swingers* swingers.” I tried to clarify. “I’d just say we’re just a little more adventurous sexually lately.

Despite being fairly close with Tim and Natalie, we just never discussed sex with them. Other than some silly “that’s what she said” type jokes, our relationship with them was totally platonic.

Natalie turned to my wife, “Seriously? You don’t get jealous or anything?”

“I mean…a little, but then you get distracted and aren’t thinking about it.”

Tim and Natalie questioned us for a bit longer before letting the topic go. All in all, “coming out” to them wasn’t that bad, all things considered. My wife’s heart rate may have shot up past 200, but no friendships were ending that day.

A couple days later Tim texted me.

“Hey man, sorry for putting you guys on the spot the other day, I think we were both just kind of shocked, we just never considered that you guys were adventurous like that”

“lol, don’t worry about it dude, we just hope we didn’t scare you guys away” I replied.

“Not at all! If anything, it’s kind of intriguing. We’ve actually been talking about it a lot the past couple days.”

“Oh really? Do we have to worry about you guys becoming fully-fledged swingers and finding new friends instead of us?”

“Haha, no, but we definitely are both interested in it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. “Seriously? Are you saying you want to try swapping partners with a couple?” I replied. I made sure not to presume they wanted to swap with us.

“Well, not really. Natalie has a jealous streak and she recognizes it. She knows it would take her some time to be ok with sharing me.”

I looked up from my phone, honestly a bit relieved there wasn’t a sudden pressure for the four of us to take our friendship to a new level. But before I could respond another message came through.

“But, and let me know if I’m being too forward here, I think I’d be totally ok with sharing her with another man.” My eyes bulged as I read that message, my brain racing wondering what it could mean.

“And we both think if we’re going to take that step, it would be best with you. But only if you want. No pressure. If you’re not interested we’ll drop it and never mention it again.”

You know when cartoon characters have their jaws drop and hit the floor with a clank sound? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what happened with me. It took me a moment to compose myself before I could respond.

“I mean…wow dude. That’s unexpected. Are you sure? I mean, Natalie is gorgeous and I’d be lying if I said I never thought about that, but I don’t want to make either of you feel uncomfortable.”

“We’ll we’d just want to try it out at first. She’s definitely attracted to you and thinks she wants to try it, at least. And to be honest, I find the entire idea really sexy.”

We sent some messages back and forth, talking about the generalities and comfort levels of everything. I told him I’d talk to my wife and get back to him. When I saw her later that day and told her everything that happened, she was also in shock, but was clearly interested in loaning me out to her friend. We made arrangements with our friends in our group chat. We’d give them a few more days to think about it and come to a final decision. If they still wanted to go through with it, Natalie and I could meet up on the weekend and see where things went.

Needless to say, the next few days didn’t do anything to change anyone’s minds. The plan was set. Saturday night, Tim and my wife would go out for dinner while I went over to their house and spent a few hours with Natalie. My wife, who is always turned on by the idea of sharing me, was somehow the most excited, albeit a bit apprehensive. Tim and Natalie were our closest friends, and we didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.

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Saturday came soon enough and around 6pm Tim showed up to our house to pick up my wife. I kissed her at the door and jokingly told her to keep their date G rated. She rolled her eyes and laughed, then gave me a kiss and left. I spent a couple more minutes getting ready and then got in the car and drove over to our friends’ house.

When I got there, Natalie greeted me at the door with a hug that lingered a bit longer than usual. She looked stunning. While my wife is short and petite, Natalie is the opposite. She’s tall, athletic, and with porcelain-like skin. Her jet black hair perfectly frames her face and her curves are usually visible no matter what she’s wearing. But tonight it was clear she dressed to extenuate her body. She was wearing a flirty maroon dress, tight around her above average breasts, with a bit of cleavage showing, but not too much. The skirt part flared out a bit, moving ever so tantalizingly as she walked around.

There was a bit of awkwardness between us at first as she led me in. I put my hand on the small of her back and smiled at her, hoping to ease the tension. “You look absolutely stunning. I mean, more so than usual,” I said with a cheesy grin.

“You’re sweet,” she said, blushing. “And you’re a total gentleman. I thought swingers were just dirty horndogs,” she added with a giggle.

“Oh I’m trying to be on my best behavior,” I joked back. With that I let my hand slip just a tiny bit southwards, brushing against her ass as I turned to take my jacket off.

That got her attention as I saw her jump a bit from the touch. “Full disclosure,” she said. “Tim gives us full permission to do whatever we want. And I know I’m gonna be a bit shy or whatever. Ignore that, I really want you.”

That broke right through the ice of awkwardness of the situation.

“Well then, let’s not waste any time,” I replied, putting my arms around her and pulling her in for a long, sensual kiss. The floodgates had opened. Our hands roamed up and down each others backs as we explored each other in a brand new way for the first time. She pulled away and took my hands in hers. “Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered, with a new sultry tone to her voice.

I followed her up the stairs, making no effort to hide my attempts to look up her skirt. It bobbed and flowed with every step. She led me by the hand into their bedroom and we immediately fell into the bed, our hands all over each other as we kissed again.

“Natalie….I need you….I’ve always fantasized about what you’re like in bed,” I managed to get out between kisses.

At this point we were both on our knees in the bed, with her desperately pulling at my shirt, pulling it off. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants, leaving myself only in my boxers.

I kissed her again and let my hand trail up her smooth, silky thighs. I felt her panties-covered pussy. Her wetness was soaking through already. She moaned into my mouth as I touched her.

“Please. Touch me,” she moaned.

“Do you want to sit on my face?” I asked.

“No, actually I’m not a huge fan of getting eaten out. I just want you to touch me.”

I made a mental note to see at a later date whether I could change her mind about oral. But for now I pulled her panties to the side and touched her lips. She was dripping with wetness. I put my middle finger an inch into her, eliciting a gasp from her mouth. With her juices on my fingers, I focused on her clit, rubbing slow circles around it. We were both still on our knees, with her body pressed up against mine, still fully dressed, but with my fingers rubbing patterns on her swollen clit.

It didn’t take long for her to cum. She leaned in and kissed me hard as she orgasmed, her entire body shaking as I rubbed her clit as fast as I could but without putting too much pressure on it. When she came down from that orgasm, I started to rub her again but she stopped me.

“Oh no no no, I get way too sensitive after cumming. I can’t handle being touched right now.”

That was a surprise to me. My wife is multi-orgasmic. I can rub her clit continuously for 20 minutes or so, getting her to come anywhere between 3 and 10 times before she asks me to stop.

“I want to feel you in me now,” she said, regaining some semblance of control over herself.

She pushed me back onto the bed, trailing her hands down my bare torso. She hooked her fingers into my boxers and pulled them off.

“Wow,” she said, her eyes glued to my dick. “If I knew this is what was between your legs I would have jumped you a long time ago,” she joked.

“If I knew you were open to it, you wouldn’t have had to,” I replied.

She pulled her dress off her head, showing off the gorgeous curves of her body. She’s tall but has an hourglass figure, with big beautiful tits that complement her waist and hips. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall and throwing it off the bed and onto the ground. Her round boobs were an incredible sight to see. Big, but not too big, with beautiful tan nipples that were hard and begging to be touched. I immediately reached up to hold one in each hand, squeezing and feeling them for the first time.

“That’s enough of that,” she said, teasingly. “We both know why you’re here.”

She sat back and pulled her panties off, revealing a beautiful, bare set of pussy lips, with a swollen clit peeking out from between them. With my wife, we usually use lube. She’s smaller, and I’m on the bigger side, and lube is really the only way it’s enjoyable for either of us as a result. Natalie didn’t seem to need that with how turned on she was.

I laid on my back as she straddled me. She held my dick in her hands and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating it in her wetness. I was on cloud nine. “I need to feel your pussy on me. I want to fuck you right now,” I said, breathless.

She lifted her hips and positioned me at her wet hole. She let herself down slowly, letting herself adjust as my head pushed past her lips. With a moan, the first inch stretched her lips out, and once my head was inside her, the rest of me slid in easily.

“Ohhhhhhhh fuck you feel good,” she moaned.

I watched as she began to slowly move up and down on me. Her beautiful tits bouncing with each thrust. I reached around her and pulled her down, so her body was pressed up against mine. I kissed her for a while as she gyrated her hips, grinding my dick inside her tight pussy. I broke the kiss so I could lick and suck her nipples. She seemed to like that, moaning louder than before.

“Fuck, your cock is incredible in me,” she said raspily. “I need you to fill me up.”

“Can I cum in your tight pussy?” I asked as she bounced on me. I already knew the answer. We had discussed this ahead of time and knew it was safe and on the table.

“Yes, fuck my tight pussy and fill me up.”

I didn’t need much more encouragement than that. I grabbed her round ass in both hands and took control. I thrust into her hard, then pulled myself out, almost all the way, with only my head still in her. Then back in. Then back out. Each time going faster, until I was pounding her as fast as I could.

She was uttering nonsense at this point. Moaning and begging for me to cum in her. At least I stopped holding myself back and held her hips down and pushed as deep into her as I could. I felt as my orgasm overtook me, and I could feel my warm cum spurting out, filling her up, with some of it dripping out from between her stretched out pussy lips.

We laid there for a few moments, silent and almost motionless as we came down from that high. I finally broke the silence. “That was even better than I thought it ever could be.”

She sighed. “I am so. glad. we did that. Wow.”

I looked over to her bedside table at the old-fashioned digital alarm clock. I had been there for just 20 minutes. Our spouses weren’t expected back for another hour at least…

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