Relatively early in our marriage, Krista and I tried swinging, “same-room” sex with another couple, Beth and Jeff.
We were spending a long holiday weekend together. On Friday, after dinner, we enjoyed wine, conversation, TV, and eventually a little making out; Jeff with Beth, me with Krista, stopping short of any heavy petting, or hands below the clothing. It was very hot - eventually we retired to our individual rooms, leaving the doors open, having mad sex, listening to one another try out out-fuck our wives/husbands.
After raucous, cum-soaked fucking, KK got out of bed - I figured to relieve herself. Instead, she stepped down the hall. I heard, “Oh my God KK! We’re a mess!” Then sort of muted giggles.
Moments later, Krista was back in our bed, giggling. She said, “I saw Jeff fucking Beth!” Then she dove under the sheet, took my semi-erect cock in her mouth, and proceeded to give me a thrashing hot blowjob. I squirted cum everywhere; overflowing her mouth, all over her face and tits, the bed sheet, even myself. It felt like my nuts had collapsed, imploded, having drained that much jizz.
A few seconds later, Beth appeared at our door, at which point Krista popped back the sheet, exposing the cum sheen on our nude bodies. She giggled, then padded away. Jeff was in the shadows behind Beth. Krista said nothing, just collapsing face-down on the bed.
That was mostly the end of the first night. Early, early in the morning, I caught Krista masturbating; rolled away from me, diddling herself. I held my urges until she finished, trying to suppress what was evidently a powerful orgasm. She was smashing her clit for all it was worth with the fingers of one hand, biting on the fingers of her other, shuddering, shaking, quivering. It was so erotic. Then she stopped moving, shortly thereafter she was ...... soundly.
Saturday night, after a day of sight-seeing, we enjoyed dinner, wine, and a little good pot, a backdrop to some dramatic movie that was on TV. At some point, I noted that the bottle was near empty. I got up to uncork another. Beth got up at about the same time, excusing herself for the bathroom.
I fooled around looking for something nice in the rack, and got detoured when the cork failed on removal. When I finally returned with an open bottle, the scene I witnessed was in a sense, surreal. Beth was seated on the long side of the L-shape sofa, toward the armrest. Across, on the short side, Jeff and KK were curled up, Jeff massaging Krista’s feet. She was leaning back, propped against the armrest, Jeff was in the ‘L’ with her feet in his lap.
None of the three paid much attention when I came back with the fresh bottle. It wasn’t until it set on the cocktail table with an audible thunk that they even realized I was there. Krista pointed toward Beth, and said “Go sit with her.”
I evidently displeased her by delaying to pour more wine. To a scowl, and her pointing in the direction, I took two of the glasses and went to sit with Beth. I handed the fresh glass to Beth, then took my seat beside her. We were close together, hip to hip. All four of us had come from a day of outdoor activity, attired in shorts and T-shirts, we were all a little more than thinly covered at that point.
My bulge, just from what was transpiring thus far, was going to be clearly noticeable, very soon. Beth sipped the wine, looking on at her husband as he put nice effort into massaging my wife’s tender feet. It was oddly erotic, just watching.
At a point, Krista turned on the sofa, while Jeff maneuvered in behind her, sliding in between Krista and the sofa back. His hands went to her neck and shoulders. I was transfixed watching them. It was a blur, and soon enough, they were kissing, light, tentative, exploratory pecks, then deeper, probing, wetter tongue kisses.
It quickly went to a full-blow, back-seat style make-out session. Krista was passionately kissing Jeff, his hands still kneading her neck and shoulders. I knew he was pressed up against my wife’s tight little ass, his cock separated from her pale skin by two layers of nylon. Krista’s hands had moved to her belly, closing in on her crotch. I knew she would be rubbing herself soon, a pattern.
For a moment, I broke my fixation on Krista and Jeff, turning to Beth. She was leaning against the armrest, right hand in the crotch of her shorts, in a fist. In the time I was staring at Beth, she only made true eye-contact with me once, scanning between me and the view of Jeff and Krista. Suddenly Beth began intently staring in that direction, eyes wide, her fist pressing in hard.
I turned back to watch Krista. They were moments from a clothes shedding, full on fucking. It was clearly heading that way. I was convinced they had forgotten, or maybe even didn’t care that Beth and I were in the room. That proved naive.
Reflexively, I made a move on Beth. She was immediately, totally, completely receptive. We went from zero to dry-humping and full-blown make-out in an instant. Then things came to a halt - Krista had been aware enough to realize that Beth and I were minutes away from fucking. She put an immediate end to things, pulling me and Beth apart as if we were animals in heat. I was led out of the den, immediately pushed into bed, while Krista totally dominated me. She rode my cock until I was nearly immobilized, exhausted.
I was dazed and confused, as nothing seemed to to be going as planned - we were supposed to swing, and there was still another full day and night with Jeff and Beth. I felt awkward at how things had turned out, puzzled, although probably for no real good reason. I was well aware of Krista’s propensity toward jealousy, at this point in our relationship, I was surprised we were even trying swinging.
Watching my young wife making out with another man left a huge impression on me. We tried swinging twice more, to similar mixed results. In those situations, it gave me repeat opportunity to see Krista fully engage another man. I had conflicting emotions about parts of it; the kissing, how wet and sloppy it all ended up being, even though Krista hadn’t done much more than kiss and dry-hump during the events. There is a certain eroticism in that intense make-out session, even just watching, voyeur or otherwise.