Swinging Saved Our Marriage (24 page)

“I don’t think Rob is going to go for being teased, not the way he’s been so excited about seeing you again. If I wasn’t so secure, I’d be jealous,” Ami winked.

“Oh, stop it.”

“It’s true. We had a really good time the last time we were together.”

“Even though we didn’t go all the way? It wasn’t frustrating?”

“No,” Ami replied, giving Kyra’s arm a reassuring squeeze. “We would never try to rush anyone. It’s important to respect boundaries. That’s not to say we wouldn’t have
liked
to go further.”

“It wasn’t easy to hold back. Both Ethan and I were right on the edge.”

“Maybe tonight,” Ami said hopefully.

“We’ll see,” Kyra teased.

And it was a tease. She already knew she would be fucking Rob, as Ethan would be free to do as he wished with Ami. Kyra had been masturbating for days thinking about getting Rob in bed. It led her to question once again if she was becoming addicted to their new lifestyle. It was not a reflection on her love for her husband, or his lovemaking skills, but nothing quite excited her as much as the thought of a new lover. Alex had hit it right on the head, and deep down, she wanted all those dark things he’d suggested. But she was afraid of giving up control the way he wanted. That was why she could not see him again.

Dessert was served in the dining room. Ethan and Ami sat on one side of the big, glass-topped table, while Kyra and Rob were on the other side. Rob’s arm was on the back of Kyra’s chair and he ate with his free hand. Ami took a bite at a time and in between she rested her hand on Ethan’s leg, edging it higher each time. He casually touched her bare shoulders or arm every chance he got. It had become almost natural to be affectionate with other women. Through the smoked glass of the table top, Ethan watched Kyra rub Rob’s crotch. She did not take Ami's subtle approach. It was thrilling to see his wife so sexually aggressive. He didn’t think he was one of those wife-watching cuckold guys, but he would never tire of seeing Kyra being so completely sexual. He just couldn’t quite take that leap without pause. He wanted to fuck Ami tonight, very badly. And he knew he would, but it was difficult to completely silence the moral qualms that had been drilled into him his entire life.

“I can’t believe you whipped your own cream,” Ethan told Ami. “It’s very good.”

“Thanks. The stuff from the can just doesn’t taste the same, and don’t get me started on Readi Whip. Would you like some more?”

Ethan started to decline, but when Ami scooped more cream from the bowl on the table, he opened his mouth to accept and flicked his tongue as he sucked the sweet cream from her fingers. Their eyes met and they shared a moment.

“Mmm, that looks fun,” Kyra said. How about you, Rob? Would you like more?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied.

Kyra coated a piece of fruit with a dollop of cream and took it in her teeth. She leaned into Rob and he playfully tried dodging her, smearing cream on his face. She grabbed the back of his neck and hauled him in. Their faces smashed together in an inelegant kiss, the fruit bitten and shared between them. Rob blindly reached and found the bowl, dipping his fingers and wiping cream all over Kyra’s cheek. It was on then Ethan smiled as he watched his feisty wife yelp and wrestle Rob out of his chair and onto the hardwood floor. Their crash to the floor sounded painful, but neither of them gave quarter and Kyra struggled to climb atop Rob.

“Maybe we should give these kids some space,” Ami suggested, with a light touch of Ethan’s arm. He was curious to see where the wrestling match was going, but he knew it would be more fun to go off with Ami. She took his hand and led him out through the living room and upstairs to the master bedroom.

As with most married couples, the bedroom reflected Ami’s sensibilities more than Rob’s. The king-sized bed sleigh bed had high cherry wood head and footboards and it was covered with two-tone throw pillows that matched the floral comforter. Ethan helped Ami set the pillows aside and it felt oddly domestic. This wasn’t at all what he expected.  Before this, his encounters had been hurried, passionate, frantic. Ami smiled at him while she pulled back the comforter.

“You look lost in your thoughts. What’s on your mind?” she asked.

"I was thinking tonight feels different. In a good way."

Ali came around the bed and stood in front of him with her hands on his hips. Ethan brushed a strand of dark blonde hair out of her eyes. "Different how?"

"Comfortable. I don't feel nervous like I have before."

"I don't want you to be nervous, babe." She kissed him, turning him toward the bed. "But I don’t want you too comfortable either." She pushed him back and he bounced on the high, firm mattress. Ami hopped on top of him and leaned forward, giving him a perfect view down the deep
V
of her top. Her firm tits were encased by a black, see through bra. "Comfortable can be boring."

She nibbled on the side of his neck, drawing a yelp when she bit too hard. Her hands untucked his soft green shirt and pushed inside, nails tickling up his chest. Ethan kneaded her ass with both hands. Her ass was amazing. He couldn’t feel panties through the thin cotton peasant skirt and strummed his thumbs higher until he detected the edges of a thong. Her nails over his nipples sent shivers down his spine. His cock twitched in his jeans. It was fun to have the pretty, tanned woman on top of him, but after Leanne's aggression, he wanted something different.

"Hey!" Ami exclaimed when Ethan rolled them.

Ethan ended up on top, between her legs. She kicked off her sandals and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her long hair was everywhere and he pushed it back from her face. He buried his face in her chest, kissing her tits through her top until he pulled it up and she raised her arms over her head so he could remove it completely. Her nipples stood out through the transparent bra. Ami quivered and purred when flicked her nipples with his tongue and then sucked on them. He remembered how sensitive those long nipples were and tried to be gentle. Her firm tits felt oddly smooth in his mouth through the nylon material of her bra and soon the wet fabric clung to her flesh. Ami’s nails tickled the back of his neck and raked through his hair. She whimpered his name when he went from one tit to the other and flexed her hips, rubbing his sex against him. It felt like all the blood had rushed to his cock, and all Ethan could think of was getting inside her. He loved her lithe body. Curvy women like his wife and Leanne were super sexy, but he’d always appreciated athletic women. It was exciting that he could meet a woman like Ami, lust after her, and then express that lust without any repercussions. The appeal of the swinger’s lifestyle was potent. That made him suddenly think of Kyra, and he wondered exactly what she and Rob were up to.

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Kyra was on her back on the narrow carpet in the hallway between the dining and living rooms, tossing her head back and forth and moaning, “Oh God! Oh God, Rob!” her blouse was open and her breasts pushed out of the demi cups of her ivory lace bra. Her legs were over Rob’s arms and her heels planted on the floor, while her skirt was bunched at her waist. Her panties were back under the dining room table. She was glad she'd made the effort to shave her mound, as it was the first thing Rob commented on.

"Is it me, or is something different down here?" he asked. His fingers played across her already slick lips.

"I thought I would try something new. You like?"

"I do. There's nothing like a smooth pussy." He didn't waste time before moving lower.

The last time the couples were together Kyra didn’t have the pleasure of experiencing Rob’s oral skills and she now knew that she’d really missed out. His tongue was like a rapier, precisely striking out at the tender spots that made her throb with need. She was soaked and pushed her pussy at his eager mouth. When he shifted his focus to her clit and added two fingers inside her, Kyra lost all control.

“OH MY GOD!” she cried. “Ohhh…ohhh…God! Rob…”

Kyra’s wailing on spurred him on and he fingered her faster while sucking her clit. Her climax went on and on and finally she had to push him away when she just became too sensitive. Kyra’s head spun. The waves of rapture gradually ebbed, giving way to a tingling buzz in every part of her. Rob leaned over her and she pulled him into a hard kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She tasted her own pussy and couldn’t get enough.

Ami and Ethan had disappeared sometime ago and she guessed they had to be playing like she and Rob were.
They probably went to the bedroom
, she thought. Kyra was disappointed. A large part of the experience for her was watching her husband with another woman. The voyeuristic thrill she’d discovered in that massage parlor had never gone away. She tried to imagine what Ethan and Ami might be doing, but it wasn’t the same. Oddly, she felt her first pang of jealousy. It had to be because she couldn’t watch. It didn’t seem right for Ethan to be off on his own. They hadn’t discussed doing this and she just assumed they would all be together all night. Kyra had a mind to drag Rob upstairs, but she didn’t want to be pushy. Maybe this was what the other couple wanted. Kyra needed to respect their wishes. Besides, being apart from Ethan was not going to stop her from doing as she wished.

“That was fucking hot. Oh my God,” Kyra moaned. “I think I’d better return the favor.”

“Not right now, hon. Right now, I want to fuck you.” Rob’s eyes were clouded with lust and it looked like he was only seconds away from just ripping her clothes off. She would never tire of seeing men look at her that way. It was the only reason she got involved in that silly office romance. Bill looked at her in a way Ethan had stopped. Rob pulled her to her feet.

Kyra thought they were going to go upstairs, or at least move into the living room, but instead he spun her around and pushed her toward the dining room table. She barely had time to remove her top before Rob bent her forward. With elbows on the table, Kyra pushed her butt in the air and he pushed her skirt up. Her high heels made it easy for him to line up behind her. His belt buckle thumped against the hardwood when his pants hit the floor. The hot helmet of his prick bobbed against her supple, pale ass.

“Shit, I need to go get a condom,” he said.

“Not if you don’t want to,” she said, tossing her hair and looking back over her shoulder.

“I thought you guys—“

“Come on, just fuck me, Rob. Don’t make me wait.”

Kyra and Ethan had talked about using condoms from now on after their unplanned sex with Alex and Leanne, but the moment was ripe and Kyra did not want Rob running off. They both trusted Ami and Rob implicitly. She just hoped Ethan wouldn’t be pissed if he
was
using a condom.

“Uhnnn, Kyra,” Rob moaned when he sank his shaft inside her.

“Ohhh…God…Rob…”

He held her hips and stayed in place, his cock embedded in her molten embrace. He was thick and filled her completely. She pushed back, wiggling her ass like she wanted to be sure to get every inch inside her. When she thought she couldn’t stand his stillness a moment longer, Rob pulled back so his head was just barely inside her. He rammed it back into her with jarring force. It would have hurt, if she hadn’t been so ready. Kyra exclaimed his name and looked back over her shoulder, eyes pleading for more. He gave her the same violent thrust and she hung her head, forehead pressed to the cool wood of the dining room table. Rob took her that way for a couple minutes, jabbing into her erratically, leaving his cock inside her, or keeping it out, until she was losing her mind.

“God…stop…teasing me…” she gasped.

“But I like hearing the way it makes you moan. Damn, you’re sexy, Kyra.”

“You feel so good, babe, but I want you to go for it. Fuck me, Rob.”

He rammed it in again.

“Oh God!”

“Like that?”

“Yes!”

And again. And again. Rob fucked her just as hard as before, but in a slow, steady rhythm. His fingers dug into her hips and he pulled her back into him with every thrust. Rob gradually increased the rhythm and his balls slapped the backs of her thighs. It was incredible. Kyra’s moans echoed off the hardwood floor and walls of the dining room like an echo chamber. Her rock-hard nipples dragged on the polished table, sending tingles down her spine, straight to her pussy. It was fabulous. Kyra spread her arms wide and held onto the edges of the table for dear life when Rob really got going.