Over the holiday I went to visit my parents. Their next door neighbor is Pete. We went to high school together but we weren’t close friends. He helps my parents with things around their property and often stops over just to see how things are. He seems like a good guy. We don’t have much in common besides sports, but we’ve probably talked more in the last five years than the entirety of high school.
So Pete stopped by the day after Christmas to say hello. And while he was there, we got to talking and he invited me to a get-together at his place that night. I was floored. So were my parents. They said they’ve only been there once. He said a couple mutual friends from high school would be there and I figured why not. So that night I went over. I met Pete’s wife, Samantha, and saw our friends Tommy and Cal, as well as Cal’s girlfriend Emma. We had a couple drinks and a good conversation about our hometown, what’s to come in 2017, other high school friends, etc. Samantha’s the only one who didn’t grow up there, so she’s just drinking and listening. Eventually, she says we should play a game. She and Emma decide on Bananagrams. Pete and Tommy take that as an excuse to head off to Pete’s taxidermy den.
Now, if you’re unfamiliar with the game, it’s like speed Scrabble where players create their own board. Immediately, I realize that Samantha, Emma and Cal play very fast. I was getting smoked. After a few games, Emma needs a bathroom break and Cal goes off for another beer. Samantha starts rearranging her tiles. I joke, “You know we’re not playing again yet, right?” She laughs, finishes her arranging and then points me to words on her new board. “Do”, “You”, “Wanna”, “Fuck”, “Me.” She’s had plenty to drink and has been a little flirty. She’s also quite attractive – kind of like a bookish rural mom who’s let some curves go over the years but has still got enough where it counts. I don’t even know how to react. I think I dribbled out something like “Listen, you’re attractive, but…” and then motioned toward the other end of the house where Pete was. She gives me this smile like “You’re so naive” and then says he won’t mind and I can ask him if it makes me feel better. And then it clicks for me who these people may be.
Cal and Emma return and we play more, but my mind is racing like crazy. How can I concentrate with this offer? Cal and Emma call it quits shortly after. They say goodbye and go to say bye to Pete. As soon as they walk away, Samantha turns to me and asks if I’m up for it. And I just freeze like “Uhh.” Again she giggles like this is something I encounter regularly. Then she grabs her phone and shows me that she’s texting Pete that I have something to ask him. She hits Send and says “You’d better go.” And all I can think of is that he’s not ok with it and he’s going to beat me to a pulp for asking such a question.
So I look down the hallway and see him walking toward us. I get up and meet him in the middle. The conversation goes something like this:
Pete, cool as a cucumber: What’s up?
Me, a basketful of nerves: Samantha said this thing and I just thought she was joking around and she thinks me asking you will put my mind at ease.
Pete: What’re you talking about?
Me: Well, um…
Pete: Oh, she wants to fuck you?
Me: Uh, yeah…
Pete, with a dramatic pause: Sure. Go for it. Just wear a condom and be nice.
I wish I could’ve seen my face at that moment. He just nods, slaps me on the shoulder and goes back to his den. I turn around to Samantha and she’s got this huge grin on her face. I’m still getting over the shock and she’s ready to go. We walk down to the basement and she asks how nervous I was. I say a lot. She says she can help with that. I sit on the couch. She gets on all fours next to me and tells me to take out my cock. I do it. She starts to stroke it, then a few licks of my shaft. Once she’s got me throbbing hard, she directs me to get a condom from the bathroom around the corner and that she’ll be ready when I come out. I find what I need, get undressed, walk back out and she’s fingering herself on the couch and just wearing a bra. It’s the first time I really notice how big her tits are. At least DD, maybe more.
I crawl on top of her and work my cock into her pussy. She lets out a long moan, and I start drilling her. But I keep remembering “Be nice” so I pull back when I think I’m going too hard. She’s grabbing my ass, digging her fingernails into my sides, etc. I like that, but I don’t feel I can reciprocate the same way. Either she noticed that or just wanted a change because she quickly asks to switch. She kneels up against the back of the couch away from me and asks if I want to pull her hair, grab her tits, spank her. I nod. She tells me to fuck her like she’s anyone else. I didn’t need her to tell me again. I’m pounding my body against hers, pulling her head back by her hair, talking in her ear about how good she feels and how hot she is, grabbing her tits still through her bra. She’s just giving me a string of “Yes… fuck me… harder…” Then I hit a spot and she goes “Oh my god, right there” and I’m trying desperately to hit it with each thrust. Not the easiest thing, but I’m getting it enough. And then she lets out a scream that could’ve woke the dead. I am for sure that Pete and Tommy, if he was still around, could hear it. And then another, not quite as loud, but still jarring.
Right as she comes down from the orgasm, she starts to tell me what’s next. But we’re going pretty hard still and she can’t quite get full sentences out at once. So it’s like “I want you to… ohh… cum in me and then… ohhhh… pull out… ohh… and I’ll turn… mmmph… around and you cum on my face.” I don’t know if it was the tone or just knowing that I was breaking her concentration that it turned me on so much. I’m slamming into her and I feel like I’m going to cum so hard. And then I do. It’s like an explosion. As soon as that first blast comes through, I pull out and she turns around and immediately tears off the condom and jacks out whatever more cum she can get all over her face, in her mouth, dribbling down her chin. She didn’t want it going to waste. I’ve got a fistful of her hair mostly just for leverage to stand. I’m eventually pretty cleared out and she stops.
I’m spent. I sit down. She grabs tissues for both of us. She cleans up in the bathroom. I go in next. When I come out, she’s gone. So I dress and walk back upstairs. Pete and Samantha are sitting at the same table we’d just played Bananagrams at. She’s been telling him how it went. And again I have no idea what to do. Stay for the recap? Add commentary? So I just stand there for a second. Pete says, “You two had fun, huh?” I smile and nod. Samantha says it was great. Pete says, “Thanks for coming over. Say hi to your parents.” I thank them for the invite and then walk out back over to my parents’ house.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5m4m62/mf_christmas_swing