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  Swinger Bliss

  By JJ Triffid

  Swinger Bliss © 2016 JJ Triffid

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  Cover Image: ©Cardiae|Dreamstime.com

  Life just hasn’t been the same for us since we moved to Jersey.

  The idea was that we make the move, settle down, recover from our high power high stress jobs, and maybe prepare our home for the day our adoption is finalized. The doctor told me that I would not be able to produce any children. This was hard news for me and Sophie, as we were really looking forward to starting a family. Since then our marriage has been sort of lacking. The desire to be together is still there, and we both know there are other ways to have children, but it does seem like there has been a block.

  Sophie’s been spending her days with her eyes glued on to whatever is happening on day time television. When I’m home early enough to see it I can tell she isn’t actually enjoying it. I’ve been going to a woodworking class on my day off, trying to avoid going stir crazy in that large house built for a family but occupied by two individuals. It’s at this class that I met Adam and Elizabeth. A young married couple who reminded me of who me and Sophie were in the beginning.

  Adam suggested that we come over to watch the Red Bulls play the Fire. I told him that we aren’t really sports fans, let alone Soccer fans, but he assured me that the actual game didn’t matter. It was good food, good drinks, and good friends. Nobody would even remember the game by the end of it. That was probably the first of several subtle hints that I just didn’t pick up on.

  It was thirty minutes before the game started when I first realized how we were paired off. I was sitting on the chair, while Adam was sitting quite close to Sophie on the couch. I was also three beers in already so I figured maybe I wasn’t thinking so clearly. I make my way to the kitchen where Elizabeth was hard at work with an array of lunchmeat on a plastic tray.

  “Would you like a hand?” I asked.

  “I think I’m alright,” she said, “Would you like a hand?”

  I almost said ‘with what’ but her implication was made clear when the back of her hand grazed over my crotch. I let out a ‘but’, about to remind her that she was well within view of her husband, with only a small island and open hall separating the kitchen from the den. But then, through the corner of my eye, I saw Sophie well at work unbuttoning her shirt. The peach button up was gone, and now only the bra covered her smooth pale skin.

  “This can’t be real,” I said softly to myself. I wondered what this meant for the two of us. Here she was undressing for another man, while I was almost caught up in a similar situation. It has always been a challenge for me to not give in to temptation, but I guess this says the same about Soph.

  Elizabeth smiled, chuckling as she unbuttoned my pants and slipped her hand right in. She kneaded my package in my boxers, and unzipped my pants completely, letting them fall to the floor. Giving in was starting to feel really good, and it didn’t hurt that I was aroused by the sight of another man with his lips around Sophie’s perfect nipples.

  I slipped off my t-shirt while the strawberry blonde in front of me pulled off her dark green top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her belly had the slightest bit of chub, and her glasses made her look like such a cute nerd. When I met her she always seemed more shy and conservative. Right now, though, she was confident and in control of the scene. It was this sort of confidence that first made me fall for Sophie’s prowess.

  She slipped out of her pants without even removing the button. Her white lace panties stayed on, at least for now, while I stripped all the clothes from my tan skin. I watched as Adam’s lips pulled on Sophie’s nipples and changed to flicks of the tongue. He’ll soon learn that what really gets her going is that very slight graze against the very tip.

  As I watched him figure out how to make my wife wet, I felt a warm, wet mouth wrap around my cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Her technique seemed practiced, like she had spent time perfecting the art of oral sex. I almost felt bad for enjoying her skilled approach more than Sophie’s. Sophie had never put her lips on a man until after we were married. It was an occasional thing for her, something she didn’t enjoy. But Elizabeth seemed to revel in in it.

  Her tongue did a lot of the work initially, twirling around the head, up and down along the tip. Then she started the bobs, up and down, with complete control of her gag reflex. Within moments it was already in her throat. I pet the back of her head gently while she braced herself on either side of my buttocks. Her bobs became short, not letting more than an inch slip out of her mouth.

  Over on the couch, Adam had moved on to the other breast. His hand rubbed Sophie’s trimmed slit. She grabbed his hand and pushed two of his fingers in. With her other hand she was smashing his face into her breast, then pulling it off, forcing him to hit the spots she wanted him to. By now he was sliding his fingers back and forth inside of her.

  “You like the way I suck your cock?”

  “Yeah,” I said, dripping with precum.

  “Mind if I play with your asshole a little bit?”

  I didn’t know how to respond, but she managed to work a finger inside of me. I didn’t realize that it could feel this good. She rubbed at my prostate, massaging me from both ends. My body heated up. Without even moving at all I was working up a sweat. My mind was on overload trying to process all this pleasure. I throbbed eagerly in her experienced throat.

  “I’m going to cum,” I said.

  “So soon?” she said, stroking me for the moments her lips were off my part.

  I thought I was holding on pretty well. She went right back to work though, whilst also slowing down to prolong the moment. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt a false sense of ease, the hot build up at my tip was relieved very slightly. She pulled all the way back to the head and let her tongue bring me to completion. I closed my eyes and the long eager stream left me. She didn’t seem too finicky of about having it in her mouth or on her chest.

  She was on her feet quick. “Now, it’s your turn.”

  She leaned in on the counter, pushing her ass out. I must have waited too long to react because she started slapping her ass saying “Come on”. I was spent but I was in no position to argue. So I got on my knees, and ran my nose along her slit while trying to find the right place for my tongue. I could smell that eager sex of hers and plunged my tongue all the way in and she moaned wildly. My tongue was stretched too far, and she only adjusted a little bit for my own comfort. Still, it was great to taste what was hiding under the unshaved strawberry blonde hair. I pushed in and out, effectively thrusting with my tongue. Then she moved slightly, and that tongue was coating her clean rump with saliva.

  She then grabbed my head and forced my tongue past the anus and inside of her. I pulled back immediately to get some air before diving right back into the Irish girl’s asshole. I twirled my tongue about inside of her, guided by her small thrusts with her hips and her hand on the back of my head. I slid fingers inside of her, alternating between twisting and thrusting. I strategically placed another finger on her clit.

  “Oh, fuck yes!” she shouted. I could hear Adam and Sophie going between giggling about that and moaning in ecstasy in the other room. With Elizabeth’s encouragement I put more pressure on the clit. In an attempt to get faster I become more erratic with my fingers. She didn’t seem to mind as she was more focused on what my tongue was doing.

  She moved the back of my head up and down the crack, pulling my head back whenever she felt I needed air. She was very conservative with those moments. I was a life guard in my younger days, and had to train myself to swim great distances with just one breath, and she was pushing me
well beyond that training. So long as she got her pleasure and I remained conscious, she didn’t think much about my comfort.

  “You lick your wife’s ass like this?” she asked.

  I wanted to say yes, so that she would know that I am very concerned about my wife’s pleasure. But I had never even come close to anything like this before. And I knew Sophie heard everything I was saying.

  “No, no I don’t.”

  “Mmm,” she moaned before pulling my head off completely, “I think you should.”

  She left the kitchen, wiping my remnants off of her chest as she made her way to the couch where Adam was putting his tongue to work on my wife’s clit. She was resting back on the couch, legs spread, and the blonde, shaggy man on the floor with his head between her legs. I enjoyed watching her writhe in pleasure, and I enjoyed the site of his firm rump.

  “Can we join you two?” Elizabeth asked.

  “Please,” Sophie responded between moans.

  Elizabeth patted her husband’s head affectionately before taking a seat next to Sophie. I explored the inside of my lips with my tongue, watching with excitement as Elizabeth started to suck on my wife’s lower lips. She patted in the space between her and Sophie, signalling for her husband to take a seat. His cock was thick, longer than mine and it was glistening. Elizabeth helped position Sophie to ride it.

  “Sophie, Jake’s told me something that has me a little concerned,” she said.

  “Oh? What’s that?”

  “He said he doesn’t lick that asshole of yours for you.”

  She was already bouncing on the cock. He held on to her with hands on either hip. He helped her keep the pace, but I knew damn well Sophie knew what she was doing. Elizabeth decided to sit this one out, masturbating on the couch next to them.

  “Tell him he needs to lick your asshole.”

  “Come on honey,” she said, “Lick….. My asshole.”

  I was amused by how nervous she was trying to get those last two words out. . She leaned forward, and I made my way in. She did her best to keep her motions up and down on the soaking wet piece limited enough for me not to slip. It worked well for the most part, though my tongue didn’t get as deep inside as I had down with Elizabeth. I smelled Adam’s excitement as well as my wife’s. I could feel his scrotum grazing my chin. My tongue sometimes slipped off onto his package.

  “So do you like that?” Elizabeth asked?

  “Mmm yes,” Sophie said. I didn’t need to look up to tell how hard she was blushing. The way her weight shifted gave me the impression that her and Elizabeth were holding hands. The balance shifted again as Elizabeth took the hand out from inside herself and instead put those fingers to work on my wife’s clit.

  I could feel her buttocks clenching, along with a series of muscles in her lower body. She started moaning. Well, it sounded more like squealing. Her breathing was erratic and the parts that weren’t contracting were shaking wildly. She was in the grips of the type of orgasm that you could only have when being worked over by three people. She arched her back, and my tongue slipped out. I reached my arms up and around, stimulating her nipples. She grabbed onto my hands. She squeezed them tight. Her nails began to dig in.

  And then she fell forward again. Up and down very slowly. She still wanted to milk an orgasm out of her partner. He helped her off, to the side. She continued to stroke him. She looked at my, beckoning me to give it a try. I complied and started to stroke the other man. Elizabeth climbed over him to join Sophie. The girls kissed and groped for a while as I worked another man’s meat.

  “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he said.

  “I,” I started with a stutter, “I do want to.”

  “Take it slow,” he said, “And you don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

  I leaned in and licked the shaft to the tip. I never really considered how it would taste. I have some same sex attraction but never enough to really act on, at least not while I was in a monogamous relationship. But in the heat of the moment I figured the best thing to do would be to show him that I am eager and willing to be part of what ever happened.

  Although I didn’t get beyond a few licks, stroking seemed to be the better way to excite him to the point of ejaculation. I rubbed his seed on the couch. I wasn’t too concerned about staining it. Depending how long a season in Major League Soccer lasts, it might just end up being the first of many in the coming days.

  I lifted my body back up. Elizabeth decided to lie back on the couch. She opened her slit up, inviting anyone who would come in. With Adam spent and Sophie taking a breather, I decided to stroke myself back to an erect state and slip in. Even as I raised her body up she was the one holding my manhood and lining it up. I pushed in and let out a sigh as I embraced the warm, wet surroundings.

  I took it slow at first, but she beckoned me to go faster. And I did. It wasn’t good enough for her so she pushed me back and rode me. Every time I bucked she gave me a light slap on the cheek and insisted that she do all the work. She leaned over my captive body. Over her shoulder I could see Adam making an approach. She slowed down, reaching on hand back to spread her buttocks, and let him push in.

  It was Adam’s thrusts that set the pace. She would move with him and slide up and down my pole as she did. My package was bent into a curve, which made arousal come so much slower for me. It was great that it made me last longer, though I did sort of miss having the straight path inside of her. She started to push her behind on her husband’s cock. The most anal work I could do on Sophie was work her over with my tongue no less than five minutes ago.

  I turned my head to check on Sophie, who was lying on the floor with one hand inside of her, the other hand leaning up to watch. I looked back at the moaning Elizabeth and realized that she was putting on a show for her. I placed my arms on her hips. I gave her buttocks a couple of slaps before she decided to pin me down and pull back, bouncing on my aching and throbbing part. Her husband slipped out of her within seconds he was planted on top of Sophie.

  I watched how easily he slipped his large package inside of her. A hard slap came across my cheek. Elizabeth shook her head at me dismissively. I bucked while laying, guiding her motion up and down my pole. I was using her to massage myself, though she seemed to be getting enough satisfaction for herself.

  She was pressing hard down on my chest, panting and moaning like a wild woman. I listened to Sophie’s more restrained sounds. A few elongated “aahs” and “oohs’ but she kept it in check. His thrusts must have been slower, more methodic, and more focused on duration.

  “Come on,” Elizabeth said, “Are you going to make me cum?”

  She was egging me on and I loved it. I pulled her forward and bent my body up. I held her in place and thrust back and forth, almost slipping out at the back. The more I throbbed inside of her the more I squeezed her thighs. She flung her head back and verbally announced her orgasm. I pumped my last several pumps and slid out.

  Elizabeth plopped down on top of me, all her energy expended. We watched together while our spouses continued. Adam was slow as I had guessed, but each thrust of his contained some sort of primal power hungry for relief. He wasn’t as vocal as his wife. No, he was just fixated. Sophie was no longer moaning. She gave a few squeaks but it was her breathing that showed her near orgasmic state. Short yet laboured breaths, eyes directed at no actual target, and hands gripping into her partner’s back.

  Then he fell off of her, his erection shrinking as a small load spilled onto the floor. And there we were the four of us, drained but satisfied, only able to gather the strength required to turn our heads. After a few seconds we heard the TV announcer shout “Goal”. A tied game.

  “This was a good idea,” I joked.

  “Yeah,” Adam said, “We are getting to the end of the season, but football should be coming up soon. Every Sunday. We have a few other friends we can invite, if you would like. Are you a Jets fan or a Giants fan?”

  “Does it really matter?” I retor
ted as I sunk into the couch.