("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Again by Karen Johnes (lsvista@hotmail.com) *** The story, "Again" by my husband Kenny, told how he talked me into having sex again with my long-ago lover, Dave, all those years after my affair with him. It's pretty much exactly what happened and his account of my feelings and actions certainly is correct. Perhaps you will be interested in what occurred later. (MF-couples, swing) *** Author's note: I've read the story, "Again" by my husband Kenny, telling how he talked me into having sex again with my long-ago lover, Dave, all those years after my affair with him. It's pretty much exactly how it happened and his account of my feelings and actions certainly is correct. Perhaps you will be interested in what occurred later. Part 1: The early effect ------------------------- About six months had passed after the night I was fucked by Dave in the back of our old station wagon while Kenny stood outside. At the time, I was nearly delirious with pleasure when Dave plunged his enormous cock into me. I had forgotten how big it was -- how different from Kenny's. While we fucked, it was like electric shocks coursing through my whole body and I didn't want anything in the world but Dave. But I remember also that when I awoke the next morning, those old feelings of disgust at myself and shame for what I had done almost overwhelmed me. I spent all day in bed trying to stay to myself as much as I could. I didn't want to face Kenny even though he insisted that he was okay with everything that had happened. I certainly didn't want anything to do with Dave and wouldn't talk to him when he phoned a few times, although as the day went on I realized that I had mixed feelings about him as the thought of his glorious cock pounding me and exploding in my cunt flickered occasionally through my mind. Over the next few days, I began to feel better and stopped pushing Kenny away. Finally, later that week, we had sex and it was magnificent. He performed better than he had in years -- like a 23 year old stud but with the staying ability of an experienced lover. It seemed almost as if his penis had grown much larger and more powerful than ever before. He filled me to capacity and I couldn't have wanted more. It was heavenly. When I slyly commented to Kenny about his performance, he confirmed that he too was aware of his much improved ability. He was very pleased with himself, saying he felt like a young man and telling me how much he was enjoying being able to pleasure me. Then he paused in mid-stroke and waiting to get my full attention, murmured that maybe it was an offshoot benefit from what had happened with Dave. My heart stopped briefly but when I saw a sly grin on his face, I relaxed and suddenly all my feelings ran together and I was content. I knew then that I was going to be okay with everything and should not entertain any more serious thoughts of guilt or shame about Dave. Part 2: The inevitable ----------------------- Over the next several weeks, Kenny and I had sex frequently -- day or night -- here, there and anywhere -- sometimes leisurely, often intensely -- and we loved it. It was better it seemed than ever before in our long marriage. We were content with each other and there was no mention of me having more sex with another man, although we did come to discuss openly what I had done with Dave. I told Kenny every detail of the physical act and was truthful to him about the feelings of lust and pleasure I had had for Dave's cock in me. This would excite us while we were fucking and we often used it to heighten our sexual enjoyment. I came to be quite relaxed and content with what I had done with Dave. Gradually however, the newfound excitement between us diminished. The sex we had, while still pleasurable, became distinctly less passionate -- almost routine -- most of the time. And worse, Kenny's abilities began to slip: his penis too often wouldn't become fully erect for him or it would soften prematurely even without him cumming. I began to resign myself to having only the simple pleasure of his cock sliding in and out in my cunt, without the intense arousal that I had had with him earlier after my night with Dave. Kenny still did not mention anything or even hint about me having sex again with some other man -- not even with Dave, not even while we talked about me with him while we were fucking. I started to think more and more about the possibility although I wasn't sure with whom I would want it to be. I expected that I would be delighted with another session with Dave but occasionally let my mind drift over other men -- known and unknown -- who I might enjoy. Finally, in a moment of frustration when Kenny was failing miserably between my legs, I blurted out that maybe we needed me to be fucked by another guy again. Kenny stopped abruptly, paused and then slowly said "Okay! Who do you have in mind?". I hesitated since I wasn't sure that it really was okay with him and also because I had not thought about any particular man. When I didn't say anything, he went on to assure me that he would be quite happy for me to do so if I wanted. He added that it would not affect his feelings for me and that maybe it would re-invigorate our sex life. While I remained silent, he asked if I wanted Dave again and I suddenly realized that no, I didn't want him. Smiling at Kenny until I was sure he was alright with this, I told him that I thought that I would like to try someone else although I didn't have anyone particular in mind...yet. We agreed that I would think about it. Part 3: My choice ----------------- So I did think about it: not all the time but on and off over the next few days. I kept coming back to Mark who was married to my long-time very good friend Ellie. She and I would confide just about everything to each other although I had never told her about Dave. We often talked in great detail about our sex with our husbands. Her descriptions of Mark's manhood and how he pleasured her is what made me think of him. The choice was made but of course I could not proceed without Ellie's approval; I would never do anything to hurt her or our friendship. And to get her consent, I would need Kenny's blessing to disclose some of our secrets to her. I waited until Kenny was having a good session screwing me, and when he seemed to be on the path to cumming, I said simply "Mark" and repeated softly "Mark, Ellie's husband, is the next man I want to fuck." Kenny knew Mark well since we often got together with Ellie and him for an evening out or at their place or ours. He liked him a lot although the two of them did not chum around much. Kenny just nodded at me but slowed his strokes to listen to my explanation, after which he simply said "go for it" before banging me harder and harder until his cum burst from his cock deep in my cunt. His excitement of course died with his ejaculation as usual so after waiting until he pulled out and flopped onto his side of the bed, I asked if he was sure that he was okay with me getting fucked by Mark if I could arrange things with Ellie. He assured me that it would be fine with him. One afternoon at my house, when Ellie came for one of our regular get-togethers for coffee and chatting, I managed to switch us to a nice white wine and after we had finished about two thirds of the bottle and were giggling almost uncontrollably about nearly everything that either of us said, I casually asked her if I had ever told her about Dave and me. "Dave?" she enquired "Dave who? Do tell me." I left out the part about my years-ago affair but told her of the one night stand arranged by my husband. "Kenny did this for you?" she exclaimed wide-eyed "Tell me all about it." I laughed openly at her reaction and proceeded to give her all the details including my feelings while I was with Dave, and then on the following day, and then later regarding sex with Kenny. I explained the initial increased pleasure with Kenny that ensued, and then the ever-diminishing excitement that followed. "So, that's why I'm talking to you about this." I told her. "Me?" she asked "What do you mean that's why you're telling me?" "Ellie" I said, looking directly into her eyes to judge her reaction, "I want to do it again and Kenny has confirmed that it would be alright with him." "You want to be with Dave again?" she suggested. This was it -- the risk of damaging our very friendship. "No. I want to do it with Mark." I watched her closely to judge her reaction, ready to back track if I had to try to patch things up. For a moment, Ellie was perfectly still, showing no emotion as she quietly remarked "So you want me to share his big, powerful cock with you?". She paused for what seemed like forever, with the tension hanging in the air so thick I dared not speak. Finally, she tilted her head and, looking at me with a quizzical smile, added "Well that might be okay but it seems terribly one-sided. What about me, Karen?" I wanted to alleviate her concerns and feelings about me with Mark but as I tried to put some thoughts into words, all I could do was stammer incoherently until suddenly she burst out laughing "I mean what about sex for me, Karen. Sure you can fuck Mark; he has often teased that he'd enjoy visiting your pussy. But can I have Kenny in return?" For a moment it was bliss, imagining the pleasure I would have with Mark but then the thought of Kenny fucking another woman -- even my good friend, even with my permission -- flooded me with dread. I hadn't ever considered him being with anyone else and wasn't prepared for this, but my reluctance was brief and I quickly realized I could be fine with it. I even burst into laughter when Ellie, feigning total seriousness, promised earnestly to be gentle with him. Part 4: Our plan ----------------- Ellie and I spent the rest of the afternoon alternately giggling about what we would do with each other's husband, and seriously plotting how we would go about getting together to do it with them. She suggested that we come to their place for an evening that could be turned into an all-night stay if everything worked out. Her plan was to set it up so that the four of us would pair off and use their two adjoining spare bedrooms. That way, according to her, she would keep their marital bed "pure". We decided that we wouldn't let our husbands know anything about what we had in store for them. We would let them think it was just an evening together to socialize as usual but each of us would wear something very sexy and would spend the last hour or so tormenting our man to get him as horny as possible before our little party began. We planned to have great fun watching them squirm trying to control themselves as we coyly flirted with each other's guy. About twenty minutes before we were to leave to walk over to their place, Ellie called to tell me we'd better hurry up since she had Mark so hot she almost had to beat him off with a stick. I laughed as I revealed that Kenny was so horny that he had suggested that we cancel going, to spend the evening together in bed. Ellie welcomed us with a warm hug and peck on the cheek which, pretending she was distracted by Mark at that moment, she let linger for several seconds on Kenny. As she gestured toward their living room, I saw that she had had Mark rearrange their furniture into a cozy setting in front of the fireplace. Their pair of love seats faced each other but were angled slightly toward the softly flickering fire. While Mark took our coats to hang in the closet, Ellie guided Kenny and me to the love seats and as I started to sit down, quickly slid herself around him to sit beside me as we had planned. She waved Kenny to the opposite seat, leaving Mark only the spot beside him. We immediately crossed out legs and allowed our hems to slide up to mid-thigh. Ellie's dress was open under the arms and plunged at the front almost to her navel. Clearly she was not wearing a bra and, from what I could tell, apparently also had no panties on. I too did not have a bra on but my dress was not so revealing except that I knew the top would gape open when I leaned over. I had however worn panties, knowing that I could easily remove them. Part 5: Teasing them --------------------- We chatted mundanely for about twenty minutes while sipping the wine that Mark had poured for us before sitting down, until Ellie, exclaiming that the talk was rather boring, looked closely into Kenny's eyes and earnestly asked him to tell her his horniest thing. While he was struggling for an answer, she shifted herself so as to sit with her legs side-by-side, and she angled them toward the end of the seat so that her dress slid up to her buttock and he had a clear view of her entire thigh. Upon getting nearly settled, she bumped me as if accidentally, and on cue, I allowed this jostling to cause my legs to fall open letting Mark get a peek of my panties. We could barely manage not to laugh at the looks on their faces. Kenny never did answer and Ellie winked at him and let it go. A little later Ellie asked Mark to refill the wine glasses and when he rose she offered to help, but as she got to her feet she tripped herself and fell into the spot beside Kenny. As if to break her fall, she reached out and thrust her hand onto his thigh just below his crotch. Settling beside him pressed tightly against his body, she left her hand there while peering up into his face and offering that she hoped she hadn't hurt him. After several seconds without any response from Kenny, she slowly removed her hand, letting her fingers skitter over the growing bulge in his pants. Meanwhile Mark finished pouring more wine and seeing his spot taken, sat down beside me. I immediately leaned over toward him as if to reach for my glass, affording him a good look down my dress with my nipples exposed. I held the position and turned my head to smile into his eyes. Ellie remarked that she wondered whether Kenny was uncomfortable because of her fall, and asked me what we could do to make him more at ease. I softly replied "It's okay Kenny." and looking directly into his eyes, repeated "It's okay." Then Ellie asked Mark if it was all right with him and when he nodded yes, she looked back and forth between him and me and assured him that that was okay too. The planned action began in earnest almost immediately. Both men joined the play, now without reservation. Soon our dresses were down to our waists and Ellie's also was up to hers, fully exposing her pussy for fondling by Kenny. I stood and made a show of slipping my panties off. My dress fell over my thighs as I sat again but this did not stop Mark's hand from quickly reaching my sweet spot. His fondling of my clitoris and slipping his fingers into my very wet cunt was heavenly. Ellie and I simultaneously opened the fronts of their pants and released their cocks. She immediately gulped Kenny's dick down her throat and made exaggerated slurping sounds as she pumped her mouth up and down his shaft. I grasped Mark's rock hard erection and was about to mouth it when he suggested that we go somewhere more private. We nodded to Ellie and Kenny, and when we got up she told us to use the first spare bedroom. We could hear them moving to the other bedroom, as we closed the door behind us. Part 6: The pleasure --------------------- In an instant, Mark and I stood fully naked with our bodies pressed tightly together, our lips locked and our tongues twisting wildly in each other's mouth. His hardness thrust into my belly as if yearning for what was to come. I released myself from his arms and slid to my knees in front of him. He moaned as I slipped my lips over the head of his cock and continued until it was deep in my throat. I pumped his shaft with my hand, slowly at first and then ever more furiously, while I stroked my mouth back and forth, almost releasing his glistening knob before plunging it back into my throat. Occasionally, I paused to flick the tip of my tongue into the slit in the end of his manhood or to move to kiss and lick his balls but shortly I returned to sucking his organ. I stopped when his body started to pulse and he began uttering guttural noises since I wanted to make sure I got a load from him in my cunt but when he begged me to continue and promised that he could recover to satisfy me over and over, I resumed and quickly finished blowing him. He dumped a huge load of jism into the back of my mouth and throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but could barely keep up with his squirting which seemed like it would go on forever. As he subsided, I rose to my feet and with some of his cum still in my mouth, purposely french-kissed him to share it. I was pleased when he took it without hesitation. We sprawled into bed and were lying quietly in each other's arms while he was recovering, when we heard the sound of the bed in the next room squeaking mildly at first but then loudly, followed by banging of the head board against the wall. Mark smiled at me and offered that he hoped that Ellie and Ken were having as much fun as we were. He rolled onto his elbow and leaned over and kissed me lightly while stroking my breast softly with the back of his fingers. I parted my lips to take his tongue into my mouth but he moved to kissing my neck and then his tongue wandered slowly down my chest until he was sucking my nipple -- gently at first but soon as if he wanted to take my whole breast. He was very good at this and the intense pleasure I was feeling from it made my pussy dripping wet. I knew I was in for a glorious orgasm. I pushed his head tighter and tighter against me, barely allowing him enough freedom to switch back and forth between my nipples. Soon he had both of them fully erect and he proceeded to fondle one with his fingers and the other with the tip of his tongue as he suckled it greedily. The pleasure was rippling through my body. I was enjoying this so much but wanting more, I pushed lightly on the top of his head. He took the cue and released my nipple from his mouth and slowly trailed the tip of his tongue down my stomach. He flicked it into my navel and then lifted his head to admire my neatly trimmed bush, before lowering his lips to kiss every square inch of it. Finally his tongue arrived at the top of my slit and continued slowly along it until he found my clit which instantly began to swell with pleasure. The feeling was electric. My body tensed and I arched my hips to his mouth but after rolling my little bud of excitement back and forth a few times his tongue continued along my slit until it entered my hole. He seemed to struggle for maximum penetration and then began to lick my bountiful juices from me, murmuring "delicious". The enjoyment was intense. An orgasm was imminent but I struggled to hold it off to heighten the glorious sensation. But when his tongue found its way back to my clitoris and rubbed it vigorously while his lips sucked it into his mouth, I lost all control. I screamed as the orgasm washed over me making every part of my body tingle, all my muscles clench and unclench , every bit of me lost in the moment. He continued to press his mouth against me and softly licked the lips of my pussy for several minutes while I enjoyed the warm afterglow during the drift down from my high. Then Mark slid back up beside me, rolled face-to-face and with a big smile suggested that it was my turn to share, as he kissed my lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I smiled back, laughed and proceeded to lick his mouth, chin and cheeks before falling back to snuggle beside him while we rested for a bit. Soon, with a little help from my fingers the pole was standing straight up again. He rolled me onto my back and moved to his knees between my legs. Slowly, he touched the end of his cock to the lips of my pussy. I could barely control my urge, wanting to arch my hips to thrust my cunt onto him but he did not enter me but gradually slid the head up and down my slit. I didn't know what he was waiting for -- I was so wet that I'm sure that I didn't need any further foreplay to handle a fucking by even the biggest penis imaginable. Finally he penetrated my hole and in one slow continuous thrust buried himself to the limit in my aching cunt. I was on the verge of another orgasm by the time he began to fuck me and it didn't take many strokes for him to bring me over the edge. My whole body vibrated, my face contorted and my toes curled as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I cried out for him to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, harder and harder and harder, and he did. He maintained full control and pounded me for several minutes until I came down from heaven. He slowed then but continued stroking until an orgasm again started to build in me. This time he climaxed just after I did and released his load into my cunt. The feeling of his cock pulsing in me while he ejaculated was superb. I let my mind fixate on Mark then -- on the fact it was Mark who was giving me this pleasure. A warm glow was added to all the other pleasant sensations coursing through my body. I thought of Ellie and how she had granted me this opportunity, and I silently thanked her. I thought also of Kenny and knew that I was comfortable with him fucking her but I worried that he might not be sure that I would be content with it. I made a mental note to reassure him in the morning. Relaxing until we were ready for more, Mark and I again could hear sounds of sex coming from the next room. First the bed, then the wall and then some guttural, almost primeval, animal-like sounds possibly from Ellie, or Kenny, or maybe both of them. And then Ellie screamed to Kenny to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her brains out. We snuggled each other and quietly listened, enjoying the sounds of love making between our spouses, until Mark moved back between my legs but this time again buried his face into my pussy and unleashed his tongue into my slit, licking me until I had another orgasm. Neither Mark nor I confessed any desire for sleep and I suppose we imagined that we would continue the night through but, of course, after a few more sessions of fucking and sucking each other to the ultimate pleasure, the sand man took over and we slept until morning. Part 7: The aftermath ---------------------- When we awoke, we rolled into each other's arms and snuggled face to face for a few minutes, smiling at each other but not speaking. I felt Mark's cock fully erect sticking into my belly and figured he would do something with it but he murmured that we better get up and with that pulled away and rolled out of bed. We took turns in the washroom and then slipped naked into two soft robes that Ellie apparently had set out for us. We went hand-in-hand into the kitchen to find Kenny standing beside Ellie at the stove. As if on cue upon hearing us approaching, she turned into him and with her robe fallen fully open, pressed her body against him and gave him a passionate kiss almost as if to show off in front of us. Then with a laugh and a big smile, she moved over to Mark, letting her robe continue to hang exposing her breasts and bush. She gave him a similar kiss before murmuring hope that he had a good time last night. I squeezed Mark's hand and then broke away from him to go to Kenny. I kissed him warmly and I slid my hand into his robe. Fondling his cock and balls I remarked that I hoped he had put those to good use last night. While Ellie finished preparing the food, Mark set the table and then we all sat down to a nice breakfast. We chatted about anything and everything but with very little comment about last night's bedroom activities. Everyone agreed readily however, that they had enjoyed themselves immensely and most certainly wanted to do it again. Near the end of the breakfast, Ellie whispered in my ear and, with my agreement, suggested that maybe we should have an open arrangement in which she and Kenny, or Mark and I, could get together whenever we wanted, without concern about what the other two were doing. Mark quickly disagreed, suggesting that he was certain that that would pose too much risk that two of us might bond to the point where the marriages would suffer if not be destroyed. Kenny immediately concurred saying he wanted no part of anything that might diminish his relationship with me. Ellie and I looked at each other and realizing how right they were, voiced our contentment with just fucking around as a foursome as we had last night. Mark and Kenny laughed at our comments. Well that was about five months ago and since then we have gotten together regularly to socialize as we used to. We switch mates about every three weeks or so but certainly not ever time or even nearly so. It's been very enjoyable and we intend to continue this way as long as everyone is content with it. We've become more adventurous, including trying all four threesomes arrangements with the other person just enjoying the show. We also have shared one bed all together alternately fucking our swap mates and our own spouses. There has been no isolated two-some and the marital relationships seem to be unaffected -- apart from the enhanced pleasure during sex alone with our own spouses, which all of us have confirmed and attribute to the partner swapping sessions. END Author's promise: I'll post a follow-up story about significant further developments, if any. Please feel free to contact me if you have any question you'd like answered. I'll try to respond as soon as I have a chance. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 54