Swapping wife stories

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Jeff and I have been best buddies since shortly after he and Erin moved in next door four years ago. Jeff and I have a lot in common, including a beautiful wife each. She has blonde hair, a great body, and a beautiful face. Both girls are really great looking.

This got us started talking about swapping. After that night it seemed that every time we got together the conversation would, at some point, come around to how hot it would be if we could swap wives for a few hours. The longer we talked the more serious we got about the idea. It got to the point that I felt we just had to this — I was thinking about fucking Erin all the time now.

Jeff said he was the same way about my Cindy. We were both dying for this to happen. Finally we agreed that we were each going to have to make a major effort to talk our wives into doing this. I started by asking Cindy if other guys ever turned her on. Bad move. It took me an hour of fast talking and two days of her sulking to get out of that one. Jeff later told me that he had asked Erin straight out about swapping, and she had slapped his face, then said never, not under any circumstance.

That was followed by a tirade much like the one Cindy had given me, and she made him sleep on the couch for a week. So we decided that any swapping we did was not going to be a voluntary thing. We kept thinking about it though, and finally came up with a plan. Well, OK, not really a plan, but at least an idea for a plan. All four of us go out to the local bars and clubs a lot, but the women always complain that we never take them dancing.

So we decided to put this to our advantage. One weekend when Erin was out of town visiting her parents, we told Cindy we had decided to take Erin and her out dancing sometime. She was all in favor. Later that afternoon I told Jeff that if it worked out, and we got Cindy drunk enough, he could fulfill his fantasy with her that night.

Just, like, to keep an eye on things, you know? We set up a box for him to stand on next to our bedroom window. We thought we had everything set. At the club that night I began plying Cindy with strong drinks, and after a couple of hours she was quite drunk. Jeff had asked her to dance with him several times, including a couple of a slow dances, and I could see that he was enjoying himself as he ground his body against hers. After one of those dances they sat back down at our table, and he tried to feel Cindy up.

Then he tried to move his hand up farther, and I could see that he was going to try to rub her pussy through her panties. But she stopped him and pushed his hand away before he got that far. Cindy had to be soused or she would have said something, but even in that state she seemed to be able to draw the line.

A little disappointed, but not totally deterred, we got ready to go home. All the way home, I kissed her and let my hands roam all over her body, even rubbing her pussy, until I could feel the wetness soaking through her panties. She might be drunk, but she was obviously hot and ready to fuck. I started whispering in her ear about how poor Jeff must be feeling very frustrated, what with Erin not being home, and maybe she should let him play with her a little bit if he wanted to.

So when Swapping wife stories got home I tapped Jeff on the shoulder, and aled that he should us in the back seat. I had my right hand up inside her skirt, rubbing her panties, so her thighs were mostly exposed. Then he slid his hand up the outside of her thigh all the way to the edge of her panties. At that I opened the car door and helped Cindy out of the car. I gave Jeff a look and a tilt of my head toward the bedroom window, then helped my wife into the house. Once in the house we moved straight to the bedroom, with Cindy already unzipping her dress before we got there.

I lit a candle so Jeff could see, and also because Cindy likes to fuck by candlelight. Her dress was already off, and she was standing there in her bra and panties. Swapping wife stories shimmied out of her panties and went over to the bed. She laid on her back, spread her legs, and put her hand on her cunt. I knew Jeff must be loving this, especially since he had to know that he had played a part in getting her Swapping wife stories this state. I quickly got my clothes off, got on the bed with my wife, and started playing with her tits.

After sucking on her nipples for a while, I scooted down to the bottom of the bed and got between her legs.

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After she came once on my tongue, she mumbled for me to hurry up and fuck her. I moved up, hovering over her, and asked how she wanted it. So I put my dick against her cunt, missionary style, and it slipped right in. As I started fucking her I realized that knowing Jeff was watching us made it even better. She moaned, then she grabbed my ass and pulled me in towards her as I blew my load into her. When I calmed down a bit I realized that she was jerking and clenching.

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That must have been a major orgasm for her. I just lay on top of her for a while Swapping wife stories we both caught our breath and our heart rate dropped. Finally she started breathing heavier and I knew she was asleep. I pulled out of her and looked toward the window. I could no longer see Jeff, so I crept out of the bedroom and met him outside. After a Swapping wife stories he went home and I knew he would probably jack off again, thinking about her. Then I started thinking back on events of the evening. Cindy sure had loved what we just did.

In fact, that was kind of odd. Not odd that would enjoy sex, because she always does. But odd that she would get into it so much as drunk as she was. I began to suspect that she must not have been as drunk as I thought she was. But if not, how could I explain her behavior at the club and in the car?

Was she pretending to be more drunk than she was? And if so, why? Maybe she got to feeling uncomfortable with the close way that Jeff was dancing with her, and decided to feign drunkenness as a way to end the evening. But why did she let him start to feel her up, and not say anything? And why did she let him do it again in the car? Hmmm, just maybe… what if she liked it, and was pretending to be drunk as an excuse not to stop it immediately? That would also help explain how horny she was in the car and when we got inside the house.

The next day was Sunday. I kept waiting for the storm, but Cindy never said anything about the way Jeff had been dancing the night before, or the way he had put his hand up her thigh at the club and in the car. Erin got home that night, and Jeff dropped by to see me the next evening. He had hidden his video camera on top of their dresser, and told me he had video taped them fucking.

They got naked on the bed and he played with her tits for a while and kissed her. He then started to finger her cunt, and she was stroking his cock by this time. After doing this a while, he had her get on her hands and knees and he fucked her from behind, doggy style. I figured he did this so the camera would have a better view. She really had nice tits. I had seen Erin in a bikini before, but never completely naked. Erin also seemed like she was more passive than Cindy, because Cindy really likes to fuck and can be pretty active at it.

Anyway, it got me so hot that Cindy got fucked as soon as she returned from the store, but that was OK with her. She just acted pleasantly surprised. When we take the gals to the club together, we wait until Cindy is feeling pretty tipsy, and then go for it the next time Erin he for the rest room.

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Give her beer, or even sodas. Think you can make some progress? And when I do, I plan to make a scene. Your job is just to look defensive, and maybe a little guilty. Other than that, just try to follow my lead for the evening. Not that night. A week later we took both our wives to the new club, which pleased them no end.

We all started dancing almost immediately, keeping our own partners.

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After two fast dances Swapping wife stories a slow one I took Cindy back to our booth, and Jeff, picking up on the cue, also brought Erin over. We chatted a bit, and had a drink, then I leaned across the table to Erin.

So I talked him into doing it. He was really pretty hesitant. How about if you and I dance, and insist that Jeff and Cindy sit here and watch us, the way I had to watch Jeff and Cindy dance the last time? I held my breath. This was a critical step in my plan. Would Erin take the bait? She looked a bit angry, her eyes darting back and forth between her husband and my wife.

Then she glared at Jeff. Then she turned to me with an evil grin on her face. Jeff got up so Erin could slide out from the booth, but I was right there to take her hand and help her to her feet. I was a bit worried that Jeff might jump the gun and try something with Cindy while we were on the floor, so before I turned to lead Erin out I looked at him and pointed to where he had been sitting.

Jeff got the point and slid back into his side of the booth. I gave Erin an impish smile which she returned. It was a fastso we both just enjoyed moving, hardly touching at all. I was staring at the floor, trying to look embarrassed.

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