Mark arrived home after work, and as usual immediately went upstairs to have a shower, cleaning the grime of the day from him. And to change into casual clothing for the evening. He didn’t get as far as the shower.
His face was a look of stunned amazement at the sight that met his eyes.
I was standing in the middle of the bedroom, wearing one of my shortest skirts. One that Mark adores, saying he loves all the attention it attracts from both men and women whenever I walk into a room wearing it.
It is burnt orange, with teal swirls. Tight over my belly, hugging my hips and then flaring out to sway and flounce whenever I move. It is actually longer than it looks, but that just makes it even sexier to wear.
It was paired with a diaphanous gossamer-thin white blouse. The top three buttons were undone to show off more than a hint of cleavage, but the thinness of the material revealed I wasn’t wearing a bra. My figure was highlighted by the sun streaming into the bedroom from the window behind me. A pair of skimpy panties matched the colour of my shirt.
The final touch was a pair of six inched, killer, I’m a slut, fuck me, heels.
“What the f…” was all Mark could utter before I pulled him to me. Crushing his body against mine and kissing him. Tongue forcing its way between his lips, enjoying the salty taste of the day that lingered there. The subtle lemon scent of his Channel aftershave wafting over me.
I ripped his shirt off him, the buttons pinging everywhere, as I kissed my way down his torso, teeth nipping him. My hands reached out, undid his pants and pushed them and his briefs down his toned thighs. Mark just had time to kick his way out of them as my face arrived at his groin. His cock had sprung loose and almost slapped me in the face.
Not wasting a moment and looking him deep into the eyes, I opened my mouth and slid his cock into my mouth, taking him as deep as I could. Right to the back of my throat. I sucked on him for a while. Bobbing my head up and down on his shaft, coating it with saliva.
Changing tack for a while, I licked up and down his shaft, then sucked one then the other of his balls into my mouth. Sucking on them gently, rolling them in my mouth, Mark groaning in delight.
I switched back to sucking on him, this time taking him deep-throat. Taking as much of his cock down my throat as I could, then holding it there. Bracing myself, I held him for as long as I could, stifling the gag reflex. I kept him deep, counting off the seconds until I got to about twelve then I had to release him. Not out of my mouth completely, just backing him out of my throat for a second or two. There is a video of a cute and very young Russian girl doing this, and she gets to thirty seconds before she has to stop. I wish I could get to be that good.
After I recovered, I took Mark deep throat once more, and again held onto him for as long as I could. I could feel his cock throbbing and twitching as I moved my tongue on him.
Unable to take any more deep throat action, I eased Mark back and built to the inevitable ending. I rolled my tongue around and around his head, teasing the glans. Flicking at the underside with my tongue, then forcing it into his little eye as his pre-cum started to leak from it.
I love sucking cock, especially Mark’s. I’m still not overly keen on him cumming in my mouth. However, I am getting used to it, and beginning to enjoy it more and more, especially as I know he gets so much pleasure from it. Mark says it is the most loving thing I can do for him. I know I’ll have to do more and more of it if we’re going to continue on the swinging scene, and I want to continue for a while yet.
I was ready and eager for him to cum in my mouth, not a pleasure for me, but for him. This in some ways was a penance, for me. A pleasant penance but a penance still the less, not that he knew then. The reasons why would soon become clear to him.
Mark sensed that I wouldn’t stop him from cumming in my mouth, filling it, and I would willingly swallow every drop. He visibly relaxed, able to fully enjoy what was to happen.
All the time, I was maintaining eye contact with him, trying to impart with my look the true, and deep love I had, even as I acted like a slut.
I started to bob my head up and down his shaft quicker now. My tongue, stimulating and rubbing on his length. My lips kept a seal on it as I sucked my cheeks in. Mark was rapidly building to his orgasm. His breath had shortened, his body was quivering, legs beginning to tremble and shake, his arse clenching beneath my hands as I held him onto me.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, as the first massive globule of hot, salty, tangy, slimy cum shot out of his cock and hit the back of my throat. Sliding down and around it, coating my whole mouth with his first explosion. An explosion that was soon followed by more and more, each one diminishing in volume as his balls emptied and my mouth filled.
I locked my lips on his shaft as he continued to cum. I thought he would never end, he was cumming that hard. Mark was enjoying the sensation as my mouth and tongue worked on him. The pleasure enhanced as he knew I was doing it unbidden and willingly. And the look of love that must be showing in my eyes.
I swallowed every drop, letting Mark know I was savouring and enjoying the sensation. Eyes locked on his, conveying that this was for him, and my love for him.
He finally finished, body shuddering and collapsing on top of me. I eased him out of my mouth, “Wow, Helen, that was…” I stopped him saying any more as I kissed him deeply.
“Mark, I’ve a confession to make. I’ve cheated on you.” Shattering the moment but I had to confess to him and fast.
The look of hurt and pain that washed over his face was heart-breaking. “Mark, it’s not that bad. Believe me, please let me explain,” I begged, as I hugged him to me as he fought to escape my embrace. Betrayal etched on his face.
Still trying to break away he relented, slightly as I continued, voice barely a whisper as I confessed my sins to him.
“When we started this swapping thing, we promised that we wouldn’t go with anyone on our own. Well, I’ve broken that promise!” Even more hurt and shock washed over his face. “Mark, believe me, it’s not what you think. I’ve spent the afternoon, no most of the day in bed with someone. Mark, I’ve had my first full lesbian encounter, and it was with Zoe.”
I don’t think Mark could have been more shocked if I’d admitted gang-banging the entire rugby club.”
“What, you and Zoe? But neither of you are into girls, well not fully,” he finally manages to stammer.
“That’s why I couldn’t tell you beforehand. Neither of us knew how it would turn out. How we would react. It had to be between the two of us and just the two of us. We knew we wanted to try it with each other, from that first kiss we had when we swapped. Mark, it had to be just me, and Zoe. Simon doesn’t know about it either.”
“You little bitch, you, cheating little bitch,” gasped Mark. Wounding me with his cruel words. “You knew I wanted to watch. You knew I’d have loved to watch you and Zoe together, and so would Simon. You pair of scheming bitches. And you thought that a blowjob would get you off the hook? What’s Simon getting from Zoe.”
“I think he’ll probably be fucking her arse right about now. Apparently, that’s his favourite perversion,” I giggled.
“I can understand why she is niiice and tight there.”
At that comment, I playfully gave him a slap across the face. Knowing I was forgiven, and no harm was done to our marriage. That was the most sacred thing to me, our marriage. Yes, I was keener than ever to continue on the swinging circuit, but if that posed a threat to Mark and me as a married couple, then I would end things there and then.
“Mark, believe me. I will never, ever, go with anyone without you knowing and agreeing to it. This was a one-off special time, and you know why. Anyway, you can still watch it. We videoed the action as best we could.”
At that, I switched on the DVD player. The opening shot was of Zoe dropping her dress and beckoning me towards her. Mark enjoyed the video that he watched, even though at times it was out of focus, or not centred on the action. But let me say that not all that went on that day was captured on video.
After our get together with our husbands, I had not heard from Zoe. Despite her seeming desperation of wanting to meet up as a pair. Just the two of us, two girls, wanting, to explore more.
I’d been apprehensive, to call Zoe, not sure if she had meant what she had said. Or now, in the cold light of day, lust and passion diminished, she had changed her mind or got cold feet. Writing it off, I’d resigned myself to never finding out how we would have been together. Whether I would have enjoyed a full lesbian experience.
“Hi Helen, it’s Zoe. Look I’m sorry I’ve not called before. My mind was in a mess, plus a few other things I had going on.” Zoe was gabbling down the phone.
“Hi, it’s fine,” I lied, whispering into my phone. “Are you okay? What do you want?” Trying to keep my composure, but stomach fluttering with fear and anticipation.
“I’m not sure how to put this, but when we were together, we sort of…” Zoe hesitated then blurted out. “When we were together we both said we wanted to get together as a pair. On our own, explore things, go all the way. Did you mean it? Do you? Will you?”
I took a second to think before I answered her. Building the tension, making her wait, but in my own mind, I already knew what my answer would be. “Yes. When, where?”
“Oh, thank God. I thought you may have had second thoughts.”
“No, never. I thought you had.”
“Can you make tomorrow, say about 10.00 at mine, then we’ll have all day. Take a taxi, then we can have a few glasses of wine, get relaxed.” Zoe had lightened up, and the last words were said in a girlish giggle.
“I don’t want to be relaxed,” I teased her. “I want to be excited and ready.”
“Oh, God, don’t tease me.”
“Zoe, the salon is packed again, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow. I want you.” I purred the last three words. Filling them with as much sexual longing and meaning as I could put in my voice, and with that rang off.
Zoe answered the door so quickly she must have been waiting for the bell to ring. She stepped back into the hallway and, making sure I was following, made her way into the lounge. A bottle of champagne was already opened and waiting, in an ice bucket, frost forming on the neck.
The sight of Zoe had taken my breath away. She was wearing a floor-length, floaty day dress/kaftan/housecoat in cerise silk with pale pink flashes on it. It wafted when she moved. At times seeming to cling to her body, revealing every curve and hollow. At others falling in a soft, elegant drape over her. It was exquisitely cut and obviously very expensive. But hey Simon is a top surgeon, and they live in Bramhall so he can afford it.
Her hair was in its usual pixie cut, but she had had a colour change. Now she was a vivid, shocking pink, that suited both the cut, of her hair and her to perfection. Particularly emphasising her sapphire blue eyes that seemed to be sparkling in anticipation. She’d obviously had it cut and coloured, I hadn’t done it, but from the style of the work, I knew who had.
“You’ve been to see Troy,” I pouted. “I thought I was the only one you trusted.”
“Couldn’t let you see it before now. Anyway Troy is nearly as good as you.”
Zoe gave me a glass of champagne, and we silently toasted each other, sexual tension in the air. Neither of us knows what to do, who should make the first move. Both in one way virgins!
We chatted for a while, studiously avoiding the reason we were there. Allowing the champagne to relax us, but the more we waited, the more I felt the tension growing in me.
I could see Zoe was nervous and shaking slightly, so I decided I would get things going before I lost my nerve and backed out. I’d never dreamed I would have a lesbian encounter, or that I would make the first move. But that’s what I did.
I leaned in towards Zoe and brushed my lips across hers. Exactly like our first kiss, but this time with so much more of an implicit meaning. A jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through my body at the first contact of our lips. The taste of champagne was both sticky and sweet on Zoe’s lips.
Zoe had slipped her hand around the back of my neck. Now she was holding my face close to her, as she kissed me with passion and longing. Her tongue, forcing its way past my teeth. Demanding and dominating, as at last, she found mine and swirled hers around it. I never knew a kiss could carry such meaning and herald such delights. Not wanting to be dominated, I kissed her back with equal passion.
Hands had started to get involved now. Unashamedly running over each other’s bodies. Exploring and demanding at the same time, cupping breasts and kneading bums. So far both of us are shy of making a move towards the other’s pussy.
Eventually breaking the kiss Zoe pulled away, saying, “Let’s go to the bedroom. I don’t want our first time to be on the floor.”
I followed her as she took me by the hand. Hers was soft and small in mine, as she led me up the stairs, and into hers and Simon’s bedroom.
I gasped as I saw it, especially the video camera that was set up.
“No way am I going on film! What’s going on here, Zoe?” I blurted out, alarm in my voice as I pulled away from her.
“Helen, wait, please. Let me explain.” I waited for her to continue, curious to hear her explanation. “Helen, you know the guys would have loved to see us together. I hoped that if we videoed what we were doing, they could at least get some idea. Not as good as being in the same room of course, but as a treat to them. Helen, if you’re not happy filming it for just Mark and Simon, then we won’t.”
I took a while to let her words sink in and decide what I wanted, then a grin crept over my face. “You sexy, tormenting, devious, evil, little minx. You know how mad it will make them, they’ll go mad with lust. Let’s do it, but only for us four, nobody else can get to know. I’m not planning a career change into porn.”
With my agreement, Zoe hit the remote control, reached behind her, released the clasp of her dress and pouting and beckoning to me, let the dress drop to the floor. Zoe’s exquisite elfin body was hidden from view as I moved forward, filling the screen. I swept her into my arms and kissed her time and time again, lips roaming over every inch of her perfect little body.
I started by kissing her lips. I soon changed to running my tongue up and down the curve of her neck and along her shoulders. Zoe was moaning and muttering words of encouragement to me.
I licked along her collar bone and moved lower until I could take one small dark nipple into my mouth. Rolling my tongue round and round it, sucking it deep into my mouth, pulling her breast with it. My hands were kneading and playing with one boob, as my mouth feasted on the other.
Zoë’s hands had entwined themselves in my hair, pulling on it as she directed my head and mouth to where she wanted it the most.
Zoe’s hands had been pulling harshly on my own nipples, gripping them tight and pinching on them. She had found out during our earlier encounter that I like a little pain, not much, but just a little. I was thrilled that she had remembered as she continued to pull and tweak them. She’d remembered that my nipples are super sensitive.
My mind was in a whirl with longing, but also apprehension. We had kissed and fondled before, but this time there was going to be much more. Much, much more intimate contact. With a sigh, that can only be described as lust, I dropped to my knees in front of Zoe. And brushed my mouth over her pussy. Without waiting for Zoe’s approval, parted her lips and stuck my tongue deep into her pussy.
Zoe squealed with delight, at the same time as I purred, lips locked deep on her pussy. The first I had ever kissed and tasted. Honey-sweet, yet slightly salty. Musky, and soft as velvet. Sheer, sheer heaven to have my tongue in.
“Oh my God,” Zoe gasped, as my tongue flew up and down her pussy, licking long and hard, then pushing out and probing deep into her vaginal canal. Driving her towards an orgasm. Her body was shuddering, and I could feel her thighs trembling as I ran my hands up and down them.
Her juices began to flow in earnest now. I knew that she got wet, but this was a different level entirely, she was coating my face with a musky sticky mess. I was loving it.
Holding her bum in my hands to stop her escaping, I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. Holding it carefully in my teeth as I teased her, flicking my tongue over the end of it.
Zoe screamed and bucked her hips forward into my face. Held tight onto my head, prisoning my face against her pussy, locking me to her, and came in an earth-shattering orgasm. Screaming, time and time again, as shudders wracked through her spasming body. Juices, pouring from her like never before. I lapped them up as best I could. Eventually, Zoe slumped forward over me, sobbing, her body shaking. I held myself still, as I kept Zoe upright, preventing her from collapsing onto the floor.
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh my God,” she kept repeating time and time again, in an awestruck voice, that at times was barely audible. “Helen, what have we… what have you just done to me?” I couldn’t answer her. All I knew was, I wanted to experience the same thing. I desperately wanted her lips and mouth on my body. I wanted her to drive me as mad as I had driven her.
I managed to untangle myself from Zoe’s embrace and lay down in the middle of her bed. Looking longingly at her, I gave her a sultry, come and get me look. Zoe got the message and moved towards me, crawling in the most seductive and sexy way. A leer on her face. Tongue poking through her lips and then licking them in a sexy way, infinite meaning in her gesture.
Zoe didn’t tease or torment me, neither did she build me up. She simply pushed her face into my pussy, tongue lapping long and deep along my slit, from bottom to top, and then back down again. Her tongue was teasing and insistent in it’s pleasuring of me. Licking along the folds of my labia, then pushing in deep.
Two of her fingers had pushed into my pussy, curving up and hitting my g-spot almost at once. Pressing on it, every time her fingers pushed into me, as her tongue lapped up my now escaping juices.
I was powering towards an orgasm and relaxed into it. Surrendering myself to the pleasure that was pulsing through my body. A body, shaking with desire. Zoe increased her pressure on both my g-spot, with her fingers, and now my clit with her talented tongue.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned.
Zoe kept her mouth locked on my clit, and without warning, pushed the little finger of the hand that wasn’t thrusting on my g-spot up my anus. Right to the knuckle in one go. The sheer unexpectedness of it sending me over the edge into my climax.
Bolts of electricity ripped through me, as bright lights flashed and exploded behind my eyes, my vision starting to dim and lose focus.
I slammed my hips against Zoe’s face time and time again. Until, at long last, I started to come down, but not for long. Zoe sucked on my clit once more, at the same time as she slid a dildo into my pussy, and proceeded to fuck me gently with it.
“What are you doing,” I gasped just before I came again.
After that session, we were both covered in cooling sweat, and sticky female cum so took separate showers to clean off and cool down. As I emerged from the shower, Zoe called me down to the kitchen, where she had prepared a simple salad and tuna pasta lunch for us, accompanied by yet more champagne. We took our time, comfortable in the presence of each other, and our nudity. Discussing what had happened and what we were going to do about it.
After a while, Zoe got that glint in her eye and said to me, “Helen, I want to do some more, do you like toys?” I nodded sheepishly as that is one of my hidden secret desires. I have a few and use them on myself. More than Mark knew about.
“Oh goody,” she giggled. “I’ve got a special one that I’ve got just for you.”
Now I was slightly worried about what she may have in mind.
We both went back to the bedroom, and I lay on the bed, legs spread wide, facing the video camera that Zoe had just restarted. Zoe turned her back towards me and got out her special toy. It was a 10-inch strap-on! I gasped in shock and amazement, it seemed so long I didn’t think I would be able to take it all.
Laughing at my shock, Zoe wasted no time in getting her legs through the leather straps and fastened it into place. She moaned as she did so, there was a small ridge that rubbed against her clit, and a small cock that inserted into her own pussy.
Zoe advanced on me with a look of pure lust on her face. She was going to ravish me, and I sensed that she would be hard and rough. Although I had a feeling of fear and apprehension, my pussy was twitching and getting wet in anticipation.
“Get on all fours, I want you from behind,” Zoe ordered as I scampered to obey. Head low, bum pushed high, giving her full and easy access to my pussy. Zoe knelt behind me, and rubbed the massive phallus up and down my rapidly moistening slit, readying me for the intrusion that was to come. Zoe bent forward and played with my tits as she continued to rub up and down my pussy, with the dildo. Then in one swift, easy and never-ending movement slid the full ten inches inside me. I was amazed at how easily I took the length of it and how far into me, it had gone. This was the longest thing that had ever penetrated me. Causing me to moan and gasp with pleasure. After an initial scream of shock, that is.
Zoe began a slow rhythmical pumping in and out. Gradually increasing my excitement. Even more so, when I dropped a hand between my legs, found my engorged clit and mirroring the rhythm of Zoe’s thrust rubbed it with my thumb.
Zoe reached a hand forward, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so that she could manage to turn my head and kiss my lips. She is so tiny it was hard for her to reach properly. Releasing me, I felt a slap on my exposed buttock.
“Ouch!” I gasped in shock, then again as Zoe continued to spank me. Not too hard but enough to stimulate and excite, matching the spanking to the rhythm of her thrust. Every time she pulled the massive strap-on out of me, I got a slap on the bum, making my pussy clench on the dildo.
By now, I was more than turned on and was begging Zoe to go faster and deeper. Imploring her to spank me harder, to make me hers. Zoe needed no further encouragement and increased both the speed of her fucking, and the force of her slap on my bum. I was keening in pleasure, as my pussy twitched and locked on the strange rubber cock that was pounding me.
Once again, under Zoe’s expert control, I felt a hot glow spreading through my body as it began to shake. Legs, going weak, nipples on my boobs so sensitive to the touch that Zoe was now applying. She had stopped spanking me, but now was driving the dildo into me faster and faster. The leather front slamming into my arse time and time again as Zoe’s own excitement grew from the rubbing on her clit and the small dildo that was pushed into her.
One violent and deep thrust of the dildo was enough to send me over the edge once again. Back arching, head pulled up and back as I slammed myself back onto the dildo and clenched on it as hard as I could. I howled like the rabid bitch I am, as I came. Waves and waves of jolting electrical shocks ripping through my body. Surging to my pussy and clitoris.
My body went into paroxysms of ecstasy. Shaking uncontrollably as my orgasm coursed through me, before eventually subsiding as I slid myself off the strap-on, and lay spent, on my face on Zoë’s bed. Covered in sweat again, pussy ravaged and sore, bum throbbing and red raw from the punishment it had received from Zoe’s spanking.
Zoe pulled the strap-on off, flipped me over. She’s stronger than she looks, straddled my chest and dropped her pussy onto my face. As sated and exhausted as I was, I responded to my new lover instinctively and licked her pussy as she demanded.
Hard, thrusting movements of my tongue on her, as rough as I could be. Slurping her free, flowing juices from her, tongue forcing deep between her silky folds. My hands reached up and gripped both her nipples. Pulling on the hard nubs from her breasts, and when they were as extended as I could get them letting them slap back against her boobs. Zoe moaned, so I repeated the action a few more times, then twisted them as hard as I dared, seeing how she responded to the pain. She loved it.
“Yes, yes, again,” she begged me, so being the perfect lover I did. Twisting one nipple then the other, before pinching them. All the time, my tongue was lapping up and down her cunt. Zoe was grinding her hips into my face as though there was no tomorrow.
“I’m cumming,” she moaned. I stopped what I was doing and pushed her off me, eliciting a groan of displeasure and frustration from Zoe.
“Zoe, I’ve got something I want to try with you.”
“Oh, goody! Do you want to use a toy on me as well?” she asked.
“No,” her face frowned in disappointment.
“Sit up and spread your legs,” I instructed her. I then got our legs intertwined, and bounced my body down so that we were pussy to pussy. I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward even more until our pussies were touching. I began to rub mine against hers, we were tribbing. I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy as it rubbed against mine. The look of shock, and then pleasure on Zoe’s face was one of the best parts of that momentous day.
We were face to face, reaching forward, hands playing with each other’s boobs as we kissed. A deep, open-mouthed, French kiss, tongues fully engaged. I was panting with pure lust as I rubbed my pussy against Zoe’s, feeling her labia open under the pressure of my pussy pressing against it.
“Oh my God,” Zoe shrieked, “I’ve heard of this but never thought I’d ever do it.” Zoe’s face was inches from me as she did. I nipped her nose with my teeth to stop her talking. Then the motion and intensity of our rubbing together changed as Zoe began to rub back against me. Increasing the speed and intensity as her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against her once more.
“Fuck, this is good,” she moaned. I nodded in agreement. Eyes half-closed in pleasure, heightening the feeling of our touches. Our juices mingling as they pooled between our suctioning pussies.
I reached down and pushed a hand between us to play with Zoe’s clit. Rubbing the engorged nub, until her eyes rolled back into her head, back-arching, hips thrusting hard against me. With a silent scream, she came for the final time that afternoon. Arms wrapping around me, hugging me tight, face buried in my neck as she began to sob tears of what could only be delight.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. What have we just done,” she eventually managed to say.
“Let the genie out of the bottle,” was my reply. “Zoe, this can’t be our only time together. And I don’t mean with the guys or swinging. I want you as a lover, just us two, occasionally. I’m sure the guys would go along with it, as long as we were exclusive.”
“I’m not sure,” she replied nervously.
About half an hour after the video had finished, Mark was still sitting in stunned silence when the phone went.
“Hi, have you just seen that video?” It was Simon calling.
“You what, they want to what? When?”
I pulled the phone from Marks’ hand and said, “Hi Simon, yep, you both get to watch Zoe and me together again, this time in the flesh. But that is just the start, anything you two want, you get from us. See you tomorrow night.”
Mark’s face was a dream as I hung up, he realised that Zoe and I had arranged another meeting between the four of us. We girls were going all the way for them to see, and hopefully would let them join in. It would be one great four-way party.