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ROSE LANE (couple-swapping, FF, MM, voy, exh) by Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
In the Ninety's I lived in a great old Victorian house on Rose Lane in Bend Oregon. The huge old house had been converted into apartments, and I had the small on at the very top with my own balcony.
Working as an Internet researcher gave me a lot of free time to enjoy outside interests and I had a wonderful boyfriend. Life was good, if a little humdrum. But when Peter and Carmen Mallory moved in next-door things got very interesting...
*** CHAPTER 1: Arrival ***
This story is a little embarrassing for me to tell, because some of the things that Carmen and I did could easily be considered perverted. I don't embarrass easily, and I like most things to do with sex, but even I blush a little when I think about what I did to my boyfriend without his consent.
It started about three months ago when Carmen and Peter Mallory moved into the apartment next to mine. Although I have a great boyfriend, I enjoy the freedom of living alone. Jeff (my boyfriend) lives about thirty minutes away, but stays over two or three nights during the week, and almost always on Friday and Saturday nights.
It was one of those lazy Saturdays in central Oregon; overcast and rainy. Jeff and I had stayed in bed late, making love in a slow and feel-good way until late morning. When at last we did get up, we lazed around the place and had breakfast and coffee on my small covered balcony.
We were just finishing up when a big van pulled into our long driveway. My apartment is in a big old mansion that has been converted into six units. I knew the apartment behind mine was empty, and that new tenants were expected to move in soon, but I knew nothing about them.
So, being the snoop that I am, I made Jeff stay out on the balcony with me while we waited for a glimpse of them. I think we were both interested in what they would be like, but all we saw at first was the top of their 24- foot van.
Then a couple got out of the truck and pulled the rear roll-up door open. My first impression of them was one of surprise. The woman was wearing short cutoffs; and I mean SHORT cutoffs. She must have cut the pockets out of them, because you'd have been able to see the white material hanging out if there had been any. It looked kind of slutty, and that interested me. I looked over at Jeff and could see that he was interested now too.
I also had my first sight of the man. He was worth looking at - one of those hard-bodied guys with smooth, hairless skin, and a light tan that looked like it probably covered his whole body. They looked to be in their mid-thirties, and were obviously athletic.
I began to hope that I might soon have a couple of new running partners; both of them looked as if they could be runners. I like to run about ten miles every evening at dusk, but Jeff is always reading me the riot act about "women running alone on a deserted road at night". It would be great if I could get my new neighbors to go with me, I thought. It's more fun to run with someone, and though they were probably fifteen years older than me, I didn't think either one of them would have any trouble keeping up.
With that thought in the back of my mind, I suggested we get dressed and help our new neighbors move in. We threw on our clothes, both of us coincidentally grabbing one of Jeff's company's black T-shirts which say "Structural Engineers Keep It Up Longer", and went down to introduce ourselves.
We made our way noisily down the spiral stairs, two steps at a time, which is how we normally descend from my crows-nest apartment. As we hit the bottom of the staircase we almost fell into the lady as she came through the door.
She looked surprised at first, but after introductions and our offer of help she soon recovered, pulling us outside by our arms to meet her husband.
"Peter! Look what we have here! Free labor, and they dress alike too!"
-=*=-
We got to know each other pretty well after that. Both Carmen and Peter were runners, just as I'd thought they might be, and I found myself with company on my evening jogs. Carmen and I ran every evening, and Peter joined us whenever he was home. He works in the forestry industry as an inspector, and has to spend at least one night, and sometimes two or three nights out on the road.
Carmen and I quickly became close friends, the age difference making no difference to either of us. She confided in me as if I was her sister, and I found myself doing the same.
She wasn't shy about life issues either. She and Peter had moved into the apartment just behind mine, and our bedrooms abutted each other's. The lady who lived there before had been as quiet as a church mouse, but I found I could hear every sound Carmen and Peter made. (The previous tenant must have had some interesting nights listening to Jeff and me going at it in my bedroom.)
Carmen didn't have to work, but seemed very interested in my job. Doing research for a marketing company on the Internet is unusual as a full-time job, I know, but I couldn't understand why Carmen was so interested in the details.
Then, one evening after we'd just finished our run, she explained. "I hope this doesn't shock you, Kristen, but Peter and I used to belong to a swingers' club in Portland."
We were doing our stretching/cooling-off exercises outside in the yard at the time, and my interest was piqued. I'd never before met anyone into that sort of thing before.
Carmen didn't wait for me to say anything, but forged ahead, a slight quiver in her voice. "You see, the reason we moved into the hinterlands of Oregon is that Peter had become jealous of my relationships with other men. He was doing the same with other women, but couldn't take me doing it."
I couldn't believe it. I stood in a half-crouch in mid- stretch, staring at this attractive woman and imagining her having sex with half the male population of Portland. My mouth may have been open, I'm not sure.
True to form, she didn't let the silence draw out, and quickly came to the point. "The reason I'm telling you my little secret, Kristen, is that you said you did Internet work. Well, I don't have a computer, and was wondering if I might use yours to e-mail some old flames, and maybe download a few pictures."
This I could understand. When I first started on the Internet, it hadn't taken me long to start trading smut with other smut-worshippers. I got over that picture phase, but I still dabbled in erotic stories, and kept in touch with a newsgroup or two.
I smiled knowingly. "Sure Carmen, any time you like. My schedule is super-flexible and you can use my computer whenever the urge strikes."
She laughed at the smirk on my face and explained: "It's just that after all the sexual activity I've been used to, I need something extra to keep up the intensity. Peter is a great lover, but I still find that I need some external stimulation to keep the spice in our sex."
"No problem, and I know exactly what you mean." I felt that I did know what she meant, but time would show that I was a real innocent compared to Carmen.
-=*=-
Carmen took me up on my offer immediately, dragging me up to my bedroom office and getting me to log on. Once I'd logged on to the Internet for her, I told her to be sure to shut everything down when she finished, and that I'd be in the kitchen, cleaning up, if she needed anything.
She surprised me again by begging me to stay and meet her on-line friends. "I don't want to get into trouble with Peter, and I figure that if you're here with me, it'll seem more like us girls messing around than me surfing the swingers' network."
I tried to make an excuse, but Carmen continued pleading with me to stay, and since I was curious anyway, I let her talk me into staying.
In short order she was book-marking sites I'd never heard of before, real-time chat rooms and newsgroups. She seemed to be well known in the chat rooms, and had her own Hotmail account called Carmensex@hotmail.com.
I was amazed at the number of people she managed to contact in such a short time. And the kind of things she said really opened my eyes! I guess Carmen hadn't exaggerated when she said that she and Peter had been swingers. In one chat room at least four guys told her how much they missed her, and praised her attributes to the skies.
Well, after two hours of this I was simmering. I'd never known anyone in real life having had sex with so many people, and I couldn't help wondering how she could still look so good, when she must have abused her body with that kind of life style.
Later that evening, I bombarded Carmen with questions about the swinging sub-culture, and she seemed to enjoy answering even the most intimate ones. Apparently, both she and Peter kept tallies on how many people they'd had sex with. Carmen shocked me when she said that she'd had 312 partners over the past five years, not all of them men.
*** CHAPTER 2: My First Lesbian Experience ***
From that night on we shared a new secret life, one that we kept from both Peter and Jeff. I couldn't tell Jeff because he and Peter were becoming buddies; Jeff might let something slip, and I didn't want to get Carmen into trouble with her husband.
Things went on like this for a month or so. Carmen would come over to my place in the evening when Jeff wasn't there, and we'd submerge ourselves in this perverted world of swinging, cheating, sex, and contact with people who were actually doing it.
Then, about two weeks ago, after a particularly steamy evening of Internet surfing and chat, it happened.
Carmen logged off and turned to me, putting her hands on my knees and looking searchingly into my eyes. I almost jumped out of my chair. I'd just changed into my running gear, and was wearing a tank top and running shorts. And having her hands on my bare knees and the look in her eyes really made me feel funny.
I'd been turned on all night because Carmen had been having some particularly imaginative cybersex with "Prince", one of her favorites; so my nerves were already on end. I needed to run in order to wear off some of the sexual tension that had built up in me.
Gently massaging my thigh, Carmen said: "You know, I'd love to see you and Jeff make love to each other."
You could have heard a pin drop in the room as I sat there, looking back into her smiling eyes. I was instantly aroused. Up to that point, my sexual excitement had been unfocused; I had been a spectator only. Now, with this experienced older woman rubbing my leg and staring into my eyes, I knew something exciting was about to happen.
I found it difficult to breathe, and all I was able to say was: "Jeff wouldn't go for that; and what about Peter?"
"They don't have to know anything about it. I'm thinking about shared voyeurism. You can watch Peter and me as much as you want. You can even invite Jeff to watch if you think he'd like it."
I was still a little stunned. "I--I don't know, Carmen; that's a little over the top, don't you think?
She looked at me seriously, "Kristen, I'd never do anything to jeopardize our friendship, honest. It's just that I've been fantasizing about you and Jeff for months now. After being with you so many evenings, cruising the swingers' pages and, well, listening to you guys through the wall, I just thought maybe we knew each other well enough for me to suggest something I know would be fun, that's all."
The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. If we could arrange it in such a way as not to be caught, it would be a maximum rush. I wasn't at all bashful about having sex with Jeff, and the thought of this attractive woman watching me enjoy him turned me on like a current of electricity. Besides, she'd just be watching.
I smiled and said: "So, how could we watch each other without the guys catching us?"
"Simple, sweetheart, a peephole," she said.
I was confused now. "Huh? I thought we'd have to hide in the wardrobe or something."
"We'll have a strategically-placed peephole in our joint bedroom wall; that way neither of us will know when we're being watched. It'll pep up the sex with our men every time, believe me."
She smiled radiantly. I was so horny by this time that I agreed with Carmen just so that she'd go home; I needed to relieve my sexual tension, and wasn't ready for anyone to watch me do it.
She understood and smiled, taking my hand and pulling me gently over to my bed. I guessed what she had in mind, but didn't know how to react. I wanted Carmen to leave, but I was also excited by the unknown. What would she do? I felt my heart pounding almost painfully in my throat.
I sat down on the bed and Carmen knelt down in front of me.
Almost whispering, she said: "You're going to like this; trust me, Kristen."
I looked down at my lap and saw a small wet spot on the front of my shorts. My body felt unbelievably hot; nothing like this had ever happened to me before! I felt like I might faint.
She pulled open the snap on the waistband of my clinging shorts, and I watched numbly while the zipper was pulled down. She began to tug at the waistband, trying to remove my shorts.
I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing underwear, and flushed with embarrassment at the thought of Carmen's likely reaction. Then the foolishness of that thought hit me full force. I was being stripped by another woman, and worrying that she might find me improperly dressed! I giggled a little hysterically at the absurdity of the idea.
In no time at all Carmen, with a little help from me, had removed my shorts, leaving me naked from the waist down and still giggling (though sobbing might be the more appropriate word). I was so nervous I didn't know whether I was coming or going.
Carmen pushed me backwards onto the bed, and directed my right hand between my legs, whispering in my ear: "Honey, I want to see you come! Bring yourself off for Carmen. Come for me, baby!"
She put her hand over mine and began rubbing slowly up and down my slit. I was embarrassed at first, but amazing feelings were rushing through my body. I soon forgot all about modesty and began masturbating, right in front of Carmen - and it felt good!
She lay down beside me with her face only inches away, whispering soft encouragements. I kept up a good rhythm, rubbing my palm back and forth over my swollen clit, and soon felt a gigantic orgasm begin to rise.
Carmen moaned, and I felt the vibration of it from her chin that was now pressing against my hipbone. I began to thrust my fingers into myself as deep as I could force them. I was on fire.
"GOD! OH Goooooooodd!!" The air rushed out of my lungs as my orgasm exploded, leaving me shivering and shaking in ecstasy. I imagined myself as Carmen, watching me come a few inches from her face. My body was writhing around as a result of my own handiwork, and now her hands had joined in too.
As I came in long, sobbing shivers, I felt both of Carmen's hands roaming over and between my parted thighs, and her lips kissing me high on my inner thighs. The electric sensations lasted longer than in any previous orgasm I'd ever had before in my life.
Eventually my spasms quieted down, and I was about to relax when Carmen moved in between my legs, forcing them apart. My body jerked with the shock of tongue running over and around my sensitive throbbing clit. I couldn't take it. It was all too intense for me, and I started to scream: "NO, Carmen! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE KILLING ME... GOD, YES!"
I had completely lost control of my reactions. That had never happened to me before; even in my most powerful orgasms with a guy I'd maintained some element of control. This time, though, Carmen had played me like a musical instrument, and my body was so sexually overloaded that I came close to blacking out.
Eventually, either she thought I'd had enough or was afraid that the noise I was making would bring someone in to investigate, and she took her mouth out of my crotch.
I can still remember how it felt. My cheeks were wet with tears, and I couldn't stop sobbing.
Carmen lay down beside me and hugged me. "See how good it can be when someone's watching," she said. She was smiling that brilliant smile of hers, and slowly my sobs turned back into giggles as we cuddled on the bed.
I don't remember Carmen leaving that night. I fell asleep and didn't wake until eight o'clock the next morning, when I found myself still naked in bed, with the covers pulled up to my chin. I'd never felt better in my life.
*** CHAPTER 3: The Peephole ***
About noon, Carmen knocked on my door, and when I opened it she greeted me with a big smile. "Hi honey, how're we feeling? You were really hot last night!" Her eyes sparkled. "I've stopped by to drill that hole. Okay with you?"
"Um, yes, I guess so... though after last night I'm not sure I'll be up for much anytime soon. I feel sated like I've never been before," I said rather nervously.
Carmen didn't seem at all put out. "That's okay with me honey, you can watch tonight. I'll be the one doing the entertaining!"
I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to watch another couple making love, but as I thought about her words I began to feel sexually excited again. I surprised myself; only a moment ago I could have sworn that I'd had enough to last a week.
Carmen drilled a one-inch-diameter hole in the wall above my bed. When I protested that a hole that large would be too obvious she smiled and reached into a bag she'd brought with her. She pulled out a little wall mirror, which she proceeded to fix neatly over the hole. The mirror wasn't more than ten inches across, but it had an interesting frame and looked nice on the wall.
We had to rearrange the furniture, putting my bed against the far wall so that it offered a good view from the peephole. When we were done moving the big stuff, Carmen suggested that I check out the peephole for height and field of vision, so I pulled out my little stepladder and climbed up to eye level with the mirror. Taking it off the wall and handing it to Carmen, I looked though the hole into the next room.
I realized that Carmen had already installed a mirror in her room, but that I could see the whole room without obstruction. "They're two-way mirrors, aren't they?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Yup, they are. So, can you see all right?" she asked.
"Perfectly. But I still can't believe we're doing something this perverted! If my mother knew about this, I'd never hear the end of it! As for Jeff, well I'm afraid to guess what he'd say."
I was extremely nervous about Jeff discovering our little setup.
-=*=-
That night Jeff showed up, and so did Peter, so we postponed the plan for a night. Jeff was feeling horny, so after watching some TV we went to bed, with sex on our minds.
I felt a bit guilty about the sex I'd had with Carmen behind Jeff's back, and I suppose I wanted to prove to myself that I was "all woman" because it was my intent to give Jeff some great sex that night.
He knew it too, because whenever I suggest starting off with a shared shower he knows that I mean to eat him up!
Jeff stripped and headed for the bathroom. He stood in front of the shower doors, adjusting the water temperature, while I discarded my T-shirt and bra in the bedroom. I was about to follow him when I heard a knock from Carmen's side of the wall; three knocks, then three more. It was our prearranged signal, which we'd decided to use for the first couple of times, and indicated that someone was watching.
Standing there naked, I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I hadn't prepared myself for this. Might Peter be watching me standing there stark naked?
I had assumed there'd be no peeping tonight, and I guessed that Carmen had told Peter about our little arrangement in hopes of loosening him up a little.
The scenario ran through my head as I stared at the mirror. Carmen wanted to get her husband back into the swinging mode, and letting him watch us fuck would be a good start down that road, I guessed.
I felt a little used but, surprisingly, that served only to arouse me. I smiled and turned toward the bathroom. Then I noticed that you could see straight through the bathroom door to the shower. I felt a momentary annoyance that Carmen could be looking at my man in all his glory.
I had prepared myself to look at Peter, but I hadn't given any thought to how I might feel about others seeing my man naked. Then the thought popped into my mind that if Carmen succeeded in her aim with Peter, getting him into the swinger lifestyle again, then she'd want to have sex with Jeff since we'd be the couple who lived closest to them. And Peter would then be after me. It was too much to take in all at once, so I just put it out of my mind.
All I knew was that I felt super-horny, displaying myself to a strange man. I wondered if he had an erection because of me. Then I wondered if it was Carmen at the peephole, with Jeff's semi-erect Viking cock dangling invitingly before her vision.
It was time to stop thinking and have some fun! If being watched was going to make having sex with Jeff as good as it promised, then I was glad she'd talked Peter into watching us.
I turned and walked into the bathroom. Jeff had just stepped into the shower when I came up behind him. The water cascade off his broad back and splash my front. He turned to face me, his Jeff smile wreathing his handsome face. (I do love Jeff. He's very straightforward about life, and a god in bed!)
He reached behind me to close the shower door. I let him do it but I was determined, this time, not to perform my usual shower routine with him. When I want to reward Jeff for being good, I usually make him come twice - once in the shower, and once in bed.
I knew he would be disappointed, but I intended making it up to him on the bed, where our neighbors could watch us.
I soon became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin touching wet soapy skin. I love to rub, and to squeeze, and to be rubbed and squeezed by soapy hands in the shower.
After Jeff had soaped my breasts, and had knelt down to soap between my legs, I found my resolve breaking down. I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold back when it was my turn to soap his body.
Damn, I was right! When he had me clean, both inside and out, it was all I could do to stand up. My legs were trembling as I squeezed some liquid body soap into my hands and rubbed them together. Slowly, savoring the feel of his soapy skin, I ran my hands down Jeff's chest, around his nipples, and on down his muscley stomach.
When I reached his beautiful straining cock, I stepped right up close, rubbing my very erect nipples against his chest while reaching down soapy hands to fondle his cock and massage his heavy balls.
To feel Jeff's soapy cock is an awesome experience! That's the only time I feel a little jealous of men. They have this wonderful toy just hanging there whenever they want it; it's just there for them like a gift.
I began to jack-off Jeff's big stiff pole and suddenly thought of our neighbors. Would Carmen get to feel these body parts in her turn, and what would go through her mind while she massaged my boyfriend's nuts in the shower? The thought made me shiver.
And what would it feel like for me to do this to Peter, maybe while Jeff watched? I suddenly noticed that Jeff was groaning and leaning back against the shower wall. In my fantasy I'd been fucking two men, but in the real world I'd been jacking-off Jeff's soapy cock, and it looked as though he was about to come. Damn!
I quickly reached up and took the overhead shower nozzle off its hook and aimed it directly at Jeff's erection to give it a quick rinse. At the same time I bumped open the shower door.
I would have normally closed the door again, but not tonight! (I'd heard another three faint knocks.) Jeff was still standing, leaning against the shower wall moaning, now in full view of our voyeur neighbors. And I contemplated the tip of his shiny wet cock, swaying in the cooling air. (I love Jeff's cock, especially when it's squeaky clean from the shower.)
I could tell he was on the verge of coming, so I wrapped my fingers around his shaft with one hand, grabbed his nuts with the other and squeezed lightly as I knelt in front of him. I had total control over him at that moment, either to cause him pain or to give him pleasure (so far I've always chosen pleasure!).
One more squeeze on his stiff shaft, and the first string of hot white come spurted onto my chest. I couldn't stop myself, and with an ecstatic moan I sank down on his big wet cock taking it into my mouth as deeply as I could.
The next surge of hot come pulsed into the back of my throat, almost making my gag reflex take over. I tightened my stomach muscles and began swooping my lips up and down my man's supercock. (God, I love Jeff!)
I could hear him groaning as he let himself go in my mouth. I made a big show of swallowing his come. Girls don't have an Adam's Apple, but it's still possible to tell when they're swallowing. I was sexually super- charged at that point, knowing that people were watching us, and probably touching each other up on the other side of the wall.
They had to be going crazy over there, but they were only an afterthought to me as I lapped up the last of Jeff's hot sperm.
He was so sensitive by the time I let him go that his whole body jerked each time my tongue ran across his cock head. (I really had fun with that!)
*** CHAPTER 4: Sex Show with My Boyfriend ***
We dried each other as usual, and I went downstairs to get a couple of iced teas.
It's always an adventure to go to my kitchen with no clothes on. My apartment is really no more than two rooms, one on top of the other, with a spiral staircase running three floors up near the front opening of the house. My kitchen, living room and balcony are on 'my first floor' (second floor of the house) and my bedroom and bathroom are on the next floor up (third floor). So, when you go out to the kitchen you're really going where anyone coming into the building could look up the stairwell and see you. I do it all the time, and so far I don't think anyone has seen me.
Anyway, when I got back, and after we had a few sips of our tea, we began messing around again on the bed, and I became horny all over again.
I knew that Carmen and her husband were probably fucking each other while Jeff and I were lying in each other's arms. I could hear next door; faintly that their bedsprings were making a rhythmic squeaking sound, and the temptation to go over to the peephole and remove the mirror so I could watch them became almost a physical thing.
The thought of Peter's sperm shooting from his body into Carmen's, possibly at that very moment, was such a turn- on for me; Peter making his little deposit in my friend, because Jeff and I had turned him on.
Suddenly I had the over powering urge to get off, so I climbed onto Jeff and began stroking his magic love tool to get it fully hard, intending to ride him until I came. But Jeffrey had other ideas.
He grabbed my breasts and began massaging them with his strong hands. Wonderful sensations arose between my legs each time he twisted a nipple.
Then he picked me up and rolled over on top of me. It never fails to give me a rush when he lifts me as effortlessly as if I were a featherweight and puts me down wherever he wants me. I always feel weak and vulnerable against that Viking strength of his.
While I lay waiting for Jeff to pleasure me, I heard the faint three-knock signal again. 'Boy, they must fuck like a couple of rabbits!' I thought.
The image of Peter mounting Carmen and humping her like an animal made my juices flow even more freely just as Jeff was putting his tongue inside my pussy.
"Hmmm, we're certainly ready tonight," he said with a chuckle.
'If he only knew,' I thought.
He started hitting all the right places, making me squirm under his tongue. After a couple of minutes of pure animal pleasure, I grabbed his hair and pulled his moist face up against mine. We kissed, deeply, as I took back what I had given.
I love kissing. If you know me at all, you already know that about me. I could kiss all night long; in between fucking, of course!
After a while, I felt that we owed our voyeur neighbors a little more action to pay them back for the excitement they'd added to my sex this evening. So, tearing my lips away from Jeff's, I moaned in his ear: "Fuck me, caveman! Give me some of that horse dick of yours! I want it deep and hard. Get those rocks off in me, baby! (Jeff likes a little dirty talk, especially about his wonderful maleness, and it's easy for me, because I like talking dirty to him.)
"Come on, make me scream for mercy! Stretch me so wide that I'll be spoiled for other men! Come on, honey fuck me! I need your big cock rammed deep into me. Fuck me like an animal!" (Yes, that's the kind of thing I really do say when we're doing it. I know it looks corny in print, but believe me, when Jeff has his big beautiful cock poised, it just comes out naturally!)
I watched him rise up over me, the muscles on his biceps standing out like ropes. He poised himself over my opened body as if he was doing pushups. His massive cock was so erect that even in that pose it was almost tight against his stomach.
I held my breath. My animal-man swooped his body against me in one quick thrust and he shoved into me on the first attempt. Jeff seems to have that particular knack.
"Oh...!!" In an instant I was full of cock. Jeff had thrust right home and was straining his pubic bone hard against my mound. To become instantly full, and to be so wet, is the ultimate pleasure for me. One of the things I like best about fucking is the feeling of becoming filled up. For me, there's nothing to touch it in the world. It gives me a feeling of "completeness" that I didn't have a moment before. And Jeff fills me up so nicely.
As he drilled me with his rigid manhood, I heard sounds again from the next apartment and saw the mirror begin to move. I couldn't concentrate on it at the time because Jeff became the animal I'd called him. He jabbed into me, pulled all the way out, then thrust again to the hilt, grinding his pubic bone against my clitoris.
Pulled out, thrust to the hilt, again and again. Faster and faster, my body was being jerked around by his animal power. I felt helpless, like a rag doll, as he used my body for his pleasure. "Fu-u-c-k m-e, f-u-c-k m-e h-a-r- d-e-r, f-u-c-k m-e l-i-k-e a-n a-n-i-m-a-l.." I had started to hyperventilate because I could only breathe at moments when Jeff was pulling out of me.
Each time he crashed me back into the mattress the breath was forced out of me, so I had to take quick shallow breaths to keep some oxygen inside me.
Vaguely I heard a crash, which sounded like the windows of my apartment breaking; then a mind-numbing orgasm surged through my body, radiating from our union point and exiting through my fingertips. My body exploded in pure pleasure.
Jeff suddenly stopped thrusting into me, holding me in a bear hug as his body quivered above mine shoved deeply inside me. In a moment of sanity I felt the first gush of hot come shoot towards my womb, then another orgasmic contraction took hold of my body and I forgot even to breathe.
When it was all over we lay quietly in each other's arms, as we always do after great sex. And after a while, when the blood had slowed in our veins, and the ocean noises quieted in our ears, both of us sat up and listened to the racket going on in the Mallory's' apartment next- door.
It was quite obvious what they were doing over there!
Jeff looked at the opposite wall and said: "What the hell?" He got off the bed and went directly to the little one-inch hole in the wall. The mirror was on the floor in a million pieces, and he had to step carefully so as not to cut his bare feet.
I watched his muscley butt flex as he stood on his toes to look through the peephole. I held my breath as I waited for his reaction.
The noise from the other room had got louder, and I could hear Carmen crying out. What would Jeff do when he realized that our neighbors must have been watching him fuck me? Would he be disgusted with me for being a pervert and letting them watch us?
He was at the peephole for the longest time. And I admired his body as his leg muscles flexed from standing on tiptoe.
At last he turned back to me, and I let my breath out in relief because he had this big grin on his face, and his Nordic flagpole was waving a big hello at me.
Now my only worry was: where was all this peephole stuff going to lead?!
*** CHAPTER 5: My Second Lesbian Experience ***
In the light of day I felt embarrassed at what we'd done. I felt just like a slut having screwed my guy in front of others. At first I couldn't see how I could face Carmen and Peter after that, but Carmen was still my running partner, and we continued to run together every evening when I was at home alone without Jeff, so it didn't take me too long to get comfortable around her again. We no longer discussed any sex-related stuff, and I pushed the peeping incident into the back of my mind as having been just one of those things...
Well, I know better now.
You see, I have an "experimental" outlook on life. I also have an active imagination, which includes things sexual. I guess the unusual and kinky excite me more than they do most women. Its always been that way for me, as far back as I can remember.
The good part about it is that all my boyfriends have really liked that about me. The bad part is that sometimes I get talked into things that other women rightly walk away from.
-=*=-
The topic of sex came back up last night. It was almost dark by the time Carmen and I finished our ten-mile run. We were doing our "cooling off" exercises in the front yard when she asked if we could use the computer to do a little cruising on the swinger sites.
Well, I enjoy looking at the various kinks these swinger- types advertise, and I didn't want to offend Carmen by playing the prude, so I agreed, but just for an hour or so because Jeff was coming over at eight o'clock. He and I had been apart all week, and I had special plans for him that evening.
We hurried up to my apartment, and Carmen turned on the computer while I went to take a shower. I was soaping up when the bathroom door opened and Carmen popped her head round. "Hey, Krissy, how about you and Jeff having dinner with Peter and me tonight?"
I opened the shower door slightly and looked out, intending to say that Jeff and I planned to dine at Raffia's Place in town, but my answer stuck in my throat.
Carmen was standing in the doorway, completely naked.
When I regained control of my voice, I exclaimed, "Carmen, what are you up to out there?!"
"Nothing. I just thought we could take a shower together. It'll give us more time at the keyboard." She walked in pulled the shower door from my grip, then stepped into the tub next to me. I felt very embarrassed.
Yes, I know we'd had sex not two weeks before, but I really hadn't planned on making a habit of it; in fact, I was still a little freaked from the earlier experience.
I'd already started to protest when Carmen placed a finger on my lips and said "Shush!" I looked into her beautiful eyes (Carmen looks very much like a young Lauren Bacall. No, she really does.) and felt myself coming under her influence again. It's funny, but only a moment before I had been busily washing my body, thinking of nothing in particular, and now here I was, standing open to my friend with my legs trembling, prepared to let her do as she pleased with me.
I watched the water running down her lovely breasts and thought: "Life is strange." After that all I could think about was the feel of her lips wrapped around my left nipple as she sucked it in to her warm, moist mouth. God, it felt good!
The water was cascading down onto both of us now, and Carmen's auburn hair was sopping wet as she bent over my breasts. I remember thinking that I mustn't get my hair wet, or I wouldn't be able to go with Jeff to dinner.
It was as if Carmen had read my mind, because she twisted us round into the full spray of the showerhead, and pressed me against the wall. The jet of water came straight down on me, and my hair very quickly became plastered to my head.
Now completely soaked, there was nothing to hold me back, and I began to feel heat building inside me, an excitement I usually only experience with Jeff when we make love. I hadn't planned this, but the contact with this sexy older woman was driving me crazy.
She began pressing down on my shoulders with her hands. I didn't know what she wanted from me, so I resisted until she told me to "sit." (My shower is one of those inserts that have a built-in tub with surround, and this particular model has a seat formed at the back inside corner.)
Not knowing what else to do, I let her direct me into a sitting position facing her. My face was now at the same level as her pussy, and I could see rivulets of water running down her flat stomach, beading up on her furry little strip of trimmed pubic hair. Was I expected to do something to her? Did I want to? I was confused, but her dewy pubes did look rather sexy.
Her pussy now disappeared from my line of sight, to be replaced by her lovely face. She was kneeling in front of me, pushing my legs apart, while water continued to rain down on us as if we were in a summer rainstorm.
I looked on as she bent her head down between my legs, and jumped when her warm tongue began tickling my clit. I was amazed that she was able to home in on it, without any preamble, straight to my pleasure nub. It felt fantastic! I'd never had any similar experience before.
Carmen knew exactly how to excite my body, and every move she made with her tongue drove me higher than I had been the moment before. One moment her tongue was playing over my clit, the next it was delving between my pussy lips to wiggle inside me. She really knew her stuff!
Just before my orgasm hit I realized that she had been playing my body like an instrument. I had no control over the sensations she had brought on me, and I blushed to realize that she had taken me to a higher pitch of arousal than sex with Jeff ever had.
I lay back against the wall, quietly moaning, quite unable to stop myself from coming. The water was beating down on my swollen nipples, and battering my contracting stomach muscles as I came on Carmen's tongue.
Within a few moments the pleasure sensations had become so intense that I begged her to stop. She wouldn't, though, and kept up the tongue torture while I squirmed around in a vain attempt to escape.
At last I slipped off the shower seat onto the floor of the stall, which had the effect of pulling Carmen's mouth away from my screaming clit. I was breathing so hard that when she brought her mouth to mine, I had either to pull away from her or be smothered. I rolled into a fetal position on the shower floor, instinctively covering my crotch so she couldn't do anything else to me; I needed time to recover.
Finally Carman must have realized that I'd had enough, she reached up and turned off the shower before lying down beside me on the shower floor. "Krissy, I don't think I've ever seen anyone come so strongly; you were beautiful." She hugged me, but I still couldn't speak, so we lay there for a few minutes in silence.
After a while I sat up. I felt I had to get away from Carmen before she turned me into a lesbian or something. I had enjoyed our sex too much. She'd totally controlled me, body and soul, and that really bothered me. No, it frightened me!
"Carmen, we have to get dressed! Jeff'll be here soon, and I don't want him seeing us like this!" I hoped she'd accept that, and maybe even return to her own apartment.
However, she could read me like a book and realized that I was uncomfortable with the thoughts she'd helped put into my mind.
"Krissy, don't feel bad about what we just did. It's called swinging. It doesn't mean that you're queer; just about everybody who swings does the same. You're a natural, you know. You should try the full monty; you'd love it, and so would Jeff; I'm sure of it. You know, I was disappointed when you covered our peephole, and it's been so frustrating being around you and Jeff all the time, just knowing that you guys would make perfect partners."
"And yes, I do know that you considered it, but rejected the idea because Peter and I have had so many lovers. But I assure you, we're perfectly safe. With AIDS tests and condoms, it's safer than armature dating."
I was staring at her large, erect, dusky-colored nipples while she was explaining that I wasn't queer, and that the swinger life-style was as natural and easy as a walk in the park, when Jeff walked in!
"Shit!" I mumbled under my breath when I saw my man, wide-eyed, standing in the doorway. His mouth was open as he stared disbelievingly at us.
We were still sitting on the shower floor, naked; Carmen's arm was draped around my shoulders, and the fingers of one hand were making little circles on my stomach.
I jumped up and tried to cover myself. Carmen, however, just leant back, supporting her body on hands exposing herself to Jeff.
I was just grabbing my robe when I turned to see her smiling at Jeff, and slowly parting her legs for him. I was suddenly angry with her. How dare she flirt with my boyfriend! I realized that she was doing what she must have done hundreds of times before. She wanted to fuck Jeff, and she also wanted to line me up for her husband.
The thought excited me, in spite of myself. I knew I ought to say something to stop all this, but I didn't. Instead, I stood as if frozen, watching the scene. My handsome man, his long blonde curls resting on broad shoulders, stood quietly surveying Carmen.
Meanwhile she was sitting in front of him, with her strong, tanned legs spread wide, displaying her perfectly trimmed snatch, her bright-pink pussy lips were slightly open, exposing her core, and her clit was distended in obvious excitement.
I held my breath for what seemed forever, waiting to see what would happen next. I didn't have to wait long. To my surprise, Carmen got up from the shower floor and began dry off and then dressed. But even now she was putting on a show for Jeff.
I could see that he was bulging his pants, and so could she. It was so erotic to watch my man watching her. Still standing naked, just out of Jeff's line of sight, I was delirious with excitement.
As Carmen slipped on her T-shirt, she said: "Jeff, I hope you liked the show. I was just asking Krissy if you two would join Peter and me tonight for some sex, swinger- style. I'd really love to fuck you, and I mean that." She walked close by Jeff, fleetingly brushing his crotch with her hand as she passed, and came over to me.
Jeff swung around and saw me still naked, holding my robe in my hands. Carmen paused in front of me and said in a low voice: "Do think about it, Kristen. I've got to have some excitement or I'll go crazy in this little village. I promise you it will be quite safe, and a lot of fun."
That said, she leaned in close, gripping my wet hair, and began a long, deep french-kiss. She made me part my lips, then sucked her tongue into my mouth. In no time I was panting for breath. Then Carmen stepped back and, winking at Jeff, and strolled out of the room.
*** CHAPTER 6: We Become Swingers ***
"I can't believe it, Kristen! You mean to say you just had sex with her? And that you've done it with before!? Did you like it?"
Jeff had that whining twang to his voice that he always uses when we have an argument. This time, though, I could hardly blame him. The whole thing had been my fault, though it was Carmen who'd seduced me. I had made Jeff feel less manly; made him wonder about my sexuality.
I apologized tearfully: "Jeffy I'm so sorry, but she's so much more experienced than me, and she just seems able to take control of the situation. You know me! I've always been the one making things happen, but around her... well, I just can't seem to help myself."
I felt terrible, that I'd betrayed him, cheated on him. My apologies were cut short when the phone rang. Jeff picked up the cordless receiver. "Hello?"
He listened and I watched him. He'd been away for almost a week, working for the state parks department. He'd been out in all weathers, and was sporting a tan as dark as an Indian in the room's soft light. His brilliant blue eyes roamed over me as I stood naked before him.
It occurred to me that if we made love it would make him feel better, and less threatened by what he'd just witnessed.
He hadn't yet spoken on the phone, he just listened to whoever it was on the other end of the line. I thought: why not get things going while he can't say anything to me?
I dropped my robe and walked over to him, taking hold of his belt buckle. He looked into my eyes and I wanted to melt. I could smell that "man smell" he had when he'd been worked outside all day. (He hadn't even stopped by his own place to clean himself up.)
I undid the buckle and opened the fly of his Levis, and he pretended to ignore me as he listened on the phone. I wondered a little why he hadn't yet spoken, but I became distracted when a quick tug on his pants freed his big beautiful cock that bounced around before my eyes (Jeff never wears underwear, a habit I encourage!).
I'll describe my man's tool for the reader, it's so handsome. No, it's not fifteen inches long; nor is it the size of a baseball bat. Together we've measured it, and when fully erect, it is five and a quarter inches long and five inches in circumference. For me, this is the ideal size. But what makes Jeff's cock special is the color and texture of the skin.
His cock looks so strong and dominating it makes me go weak at the knees whenever I think about it; and I think about it at the oddest times, for instance when I'm grocery shopping or, worse, at the gynecologist (ahem... sorry about that; didn't mean to get carried away).
At any rate, here I was, with my hand on Jeff's cock, and I know what I'm going to do. Normally I wait until after we shower, but I thought that the situation warranted an emergency blowjob. Knowing that he would taste a little gamy, but longing to feel his cock on my tongue anyway, I knelt in front of him. I looked up into his face like a supplicant at a religious shrine, and brought the head of his cock to my lips in a whisper of a kiss.
Just then I heard a noise behind me and looked around with my heart in my throat. It was Peter! I couldn't move for a moment as I looked up at him. (By the way, Peter looks like Chuck Norris, except that his hair is reddish- blonde and he's much younger. He even wears a closely- cropped beard like Mr. Norris.)
I suddenly realized what I must look like, kneeling naked in front of Jeff, with his erection in my hand! My face went scarlet and I jumped up and grabbed my robe again. Jeff, meanwhile, pulled his pants up, and I could see he was embarrassed too. However, he didn't say anything, just handing Peter the phone.
Peter was grinning as he spoke into the mouthpiece. "Hey Carmen, you were right about Kristen! She was already making it up to Jeff!" He looked at me. "Carmen told Jeff just now that he owed her one because you'd probably do something nice for him; but just how nice I hadn't guessed." He beamed at me, while I stood mortified and speechless.
Jeff looked at me and said, "Carmen made the whole thing sound rather interesting on the phone. I'm ready to try this swinger thing if you want to sweetheart."
I stood in silent shock, wondering what she could have said to Jeff that would get him even to consider swapping. Did he realize what he was proposing? I could understand him wanting Carmen - I know men are like that - but I couldn't understand that he didn't mind me having sex with Peter.
Suddenly I didn't find swinging all that sexy anymore. I was afraid things had gone beyond my understanding or control, and I just stood there, trembling in confusion, not knowing what to say or do.
Then Carmen was inside the door. Without a word, she walked towards Jeff, as she passed me she gently tugged away the robe I was clasping to my chest. She trailed it behind her, dropping it on the floor when she came up to Jeff.
I stood naked and self-conscious while Peter eyed me from the doorway.
Brazenly, Carmen popped the one remaining fastened button on Jeff's jeans and lowered herself to a kneeling position as she pulled down his pants.
Jeff's cock bounced into the open again, and I felt a sharp twinge of jealousy when Carmen immediately went down on it.
Jealousy soon gave way to amazement, though, when I saw his whole thing disappear into her mouth and into her throat. She started bobbing her head faster and deeper than I'd imagined possible.
I've never managed to take Jeff's whole length into my mouth, and was fascinated by what I was seeing. I was going to have to ask Carmen how she did that.
Jeff stood in the middle of the room with his pants down around his ankles. His head was bent back and his eyes were closed, and he groaned as Carmen worked on him.
It was obvious that he wasn't going to protest. I still felt confused, though. I didn't think I wanted to have sex with Peter, but how could I refuse?
Carmen suddenly stopped bobbing her head over Jeff's cock, standing up and leading him to the bed. Shuffling over to the bed with his pants down around his ankles, Jeff looked like a naughty little boy! It made me smile.
She got him to sit down and pulled off his pants. Then she removed his shirt, rubbing her palms along his smooth chest muscles, clearly impressed by his body.
For some reason I looked over at Peter. I'd already seen his and Carmen's swinger profile on the Internet, with pictures of them making it doggy-style. I couldn't help comparing his body with Jeff's twenty-seven-year old perfect one.
I'm used to Jeff's body, and feel comfortable doing what I want with it. But here was a strange man, standing close to me and obviously intending to fuck me as soon as I'd let him.
Peter was no slouch, even at thirty six, and even though he wasn't as handsome as Jeff, the thought of having sex with him excited me intensely. I wondered what it would be like; how he'd feel inside me. Such thoughts made me nervous again.
Did I really want to go through with this? I realized that Carmen was calling my name. "Kristen! Come here, please."
Looking at them - Jeff sprawled on his back, and a nude Carmen straddling his left thigh - I felt uncertain, but did what I was told. She took my hand and pulled me down on the other side of Jeff, who was still lying back with his eyes closed.
I noticed traces of Carmen's saliva glistening along the shaft of his rigid cock, and momentarily wondered how he'd held out for so long under such stimulation. Maybe he was as nervous as I was, or maybe he'd been jerking himself off while he was away working. (What a waste!)
Carmen's voice brought me back to reality. "What did you think of my technique, Kristen?"
"I was amazed you could take him so deep. I couldn't take that much in a million years," I answered, feeling somewhat intimidated.
"Watch, and I'll show you how it's done." She bent over Jeff again, effortlessly taking his erect cock in to the hilt, then she began to pump him in and out with apparent ease, making him groan again, and thrash his head from side to side in ecstasy.
I was hugely turned on, watching my running partner and current best girlfriend sucking my boyfriend's cock. Impulsively I said: "Will you teach me, please?"
Carmen pulled her mouth gradually off Jeff's now-raging hard-on with a wet popping sound, sending it slapping against his belly.
She licked her lips and said: "The trick is to start slowly, pushing the head against the back of the throat a little more each time. And try to keep your mouth and throat in alignment so the penis can slide unobstructed into your throat. Believe me, once you get the hang of it, it's easy!
I was about to try it with Jeff when Peter gently pushed me to one side and knelt between my boyfriend's open legs. Carmen said: "Now watch this, and you'll see just what I mean."
I couldn't believe what came next. Peter took Jeff's cock in his hand and fed it into his mouth. I watched in fascinated horror as the cock disappeared to the hilt between Peter's lips.
I was still spluttering when he, like Carmen before him, began pumping Jeff's organ in and out of his throat. Peter's head bobbed faster and faster while Jeff thrashed about on the bed, approaching the edge of orgasm. I just watched, not quite believing that this was actually happening.
Jeff thought it was Carmen sucking his dick. He was still laying back on the bed with his eyes closed. What would he say, or do, when he discovered it was Peter?
I felt really nervous as Jeff began to moan that he was coming. He now opened his eyes and looked at his companion (Jeff likes to watch himself come, and such habits are hard to break) and I thought he would burst a blood vessel.
One moment he was thrashing around thinking how sexy it was to have Carmen eating his come, and the next he found himself coming into a man's mouth!
His face turned bright red with indignation, but he couldn't stop himself from coming. Moreover, Peter knew what he was doing, and milked my man of every last drop he had before allowing his orgasm to stop.
During the next few seconds the only sound in the room came from Jeff's ragged breathing.
Carmen now took something slimy out of a bag, slipped it expertly over Jeff's cock and climbed on top of him. I doubt he could have stopped her in any case, but I would have done if she hadn't used protection. (I found out later that the slimy-looking thing she put on Jeff was what's called "Lamb's Skin", a kind of condom made from the intestine of a sheep. Its advantage is that it doesn't scrunch up like a regular rubber, so neither partner can even feel that it's there. I hadn't known anything like that existed.)
Carmen wasted no time in fumbling around, but simply positioned Jeff's cock at her opening and sank down on him, beginning to ride him slowly as I watched.
I felt Peter's hand on my leg and rolled over to see him standing over me. He had stripped and was looking at me with lust in his eyes, which looked deep and sensitive, like those of some all-knowing being. I was terrifically horny by now, but I really wanted Jeff to take me.
I looked over at him and found him reaching up to take Carmen's breasts into his hands, and squeezing them. I could tell he wasn't thinking of either Peter or me and I felt another pang of jealousy at the thought of the pleasure that Carmen was getting from my man.
I looked back at Peter and realized that this was it; either I stopped things now, or I went along with them. As if in slow-motion, I saw Peter take out another one of those slimy things and drape it loosely over his rather interesting erection. I noticed just before he covered it that his cock-head was unusually large - I mean, about twice the size I'm used to. Length and girth were normal enough, but that head interested me.
I'd have liked to examine it, but realized that Peter couldn't wait. I began to imagine what his cock would feel like inside me. Surveying his tight stomach and knotted thighs, I also wondered what his body would feel like against mine. To tell the truth, I was terrifically horny and wanted Peter to fuck me; I recall being surprised by the feeling.
Anyway, I ended up lying next to Jeff, getting fucked by Peter, while his wife, Carmen, rode Jeff for all she was worth! It was almost funny as Peter moved up between my legs. I'm normally a very careful person. I take great care of my body, and have always been assertive, but here I was, letting Carmen fuck my boyfriend before my eyes, and about to be mounted by her husband!
It was exactly what she and Peter had wanted; just as they'd planned. It was hysterical. I was hysterical too, unable to stop that fat-headed cock from moving between my legs. I looked down between our bodies to see what was happening, I thought I could feel Peter's cock pressing against my opening. At that angle I couldn't actually see him doing it, but I felt him push, and that big cock-head came rippling down into me. I actually felt it passing along the interior walls of my vaginal canal.
It felt both weird and stimulating. He pulled out, then whoosh, back in again, and I got the same rippling effect as he plunged deep inside me.
Then he was humping away, and that big fat cock-head was driving me crazy, scratching itches I didn't even know I had. I'd never felt a cock like that before and it was great!
He plunged away with abandon, and soon I was thrusting back at him like a banshee, my legs wrapped tightly around his heaving bottom. Both of us were growling and groaning, whimpering and screaming as we thrust at each other.
Eventually Peter shove specially hard, and that huge cock-head pulsated as he pumped his hot come into me; it was lovely to feel it expand and contract with each gush. It felt so good that I couldn't hold myself back, and I came on his rigid pole in gasping spasms that made my whole body shiver for a goodly amount of minute.
I knew what I must look like, but my body went into spasms under his and I called out: "Fuck me, Peter! Come in me, Peter! God, I love you, Peter..." (Even now I blush to remember those words and feel that I have to make it up to Jeff!)
Somehow in the middle of my wild orgasm I realized that I was out of control, and looked over at Jeff and Carmen. She was feeling no pain, riding Jeff's cock like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Jeff, meanwhile, was looking over at me as I continued to come on Peter's cock. His blue eyes seemed darker than I remembered them, and he had a strange expression on his face.
My spasms had started to weaken when Jeff's eyes suddenly lost their focus and his handsome face screwed up. I could tell that he was emptying his balls into the vessel that was my friend Carmen.
-=*=-
I discovered later that Carmen had already come by that time, but enjoyed bringing Jeff off a second time. In fact, she declared herself more than willing to do it again, if we would only let her.
I thanked her, but declined the offer, feeling that some repairs to my relationship were probably in order. After saying good night and bundling our neighbor/sex partners out the door, I turned back to my boyfriend.
I was expecting a rebuke, but Jeffrey surprised me again. With real enthusiasm in his voice, he said: "Baby, you were looking so hot when Peter was driving you crazy that I'd have come even if I hadn't been getting it from Carmen! I couldn't believe what a sex-crazed little minx you were!"
I looked at those handsome Nordic features and smiled weakly. "Sweetie, I'm feeling a little embarrassed by the whole thing, and I still can't believe we did it."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Kristen, but you have to admit, it was great sex, and I for one, wouldn't mind doing it again sometime!"
Here I am, shaken and unsure, and he's already talking about doing it again.
Men! Can't live with them; can't live without them!"
THE END
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job editing my little story. (c) June 1998-2002.
Last edited: September 2, 2002 Kristen Kathleen Becker (kristen078@hotmail.com)