Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Swinging, Interracial, Black Female, White Male, Oriental Female, Anal Sex, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Samantha and Peter are desperate to save their marriage. Can swapping partners with Alex and Tai Lin really help?
The two naked bodies worked feverishly toward rapture. Samantha Travers, twenty-six, astride her husband, Peter, rode him in an ever increasing tempo, her modest sized breasts bouncing wildly as their bodies first separated then crashed together. Her eyes glazed and unseeing, her breaths were coming in snorts as they both neared climax.
"I want it, Peter! I want to cum to you!" she cried, and both redoubled their efforts.
"Come on, baby, ride me!" he responded. "Let me feel you cum!"
Her bobbed blonde hair flipped perspiration right and left as her head jerked from side to side.
"It's so good, Honey. Deeper! Yes, deeper!" she cried.
"God, you're so wet!" he groaned as she squeezed and her vaginal muscles responded by gripping his lance ever tighter. "Come on, turn it loose, Sam, turn it loose!"
"Cum in me, Peter. Fill me! FILL ME!" she shrieked.
And the two increased the level of their exertions yet again, both now near exhaustion.
They had planned the evening just as the marriage counselor had suggested. The kids, Donna, 7 and Sean, 9 were staying the night with her friend Lana. There had been dinner at a quiet restaurant and a long walk in the park while holding hands. Returning home, soft music and candlelight had afforded a romantic and even erotic atmosphere. They had danced. There had been wine and the two engaged in lengthy foreplay. Samantha had allowed Peter to first admire, then fondle her after she had performed a sultry striptease for him. The two had petted heavily and then, both panting and feeling they were as ready as they possibly could be, they had retired to the bedroom where they had tried several positions suggested by the counselor and now were in the last, Samantha bouncing up and down on Peter as if she were riding a bucking bronco.
Yet even as she forced herself to even greater effort, Samantha knew it would not happen. She continued for another minute or so until she caught Peter's eye. At that moment, his look mirrored her own -- a study in frustration. It had become painfully aware that neither would reach climax.
Tears filled Samantha's eyes. Memories flashed through her mind of the beginning of their relationship.
She and Peter had actually met at a party to celebrate Peter's engagement to his childhood sweetheart. Samantha had become enamored of the handsome young man immediately and decided he would be hers. The next few weeks had been spent arranging "accidental" meetings with Peter and sowing seeds of doubt about his upcoming marriage. On their fourth encounter, which she told him must be fate, she seduced him and he began falling in love with her. She wasn't too surprised, therefore when Peter broke off his engagement and began pursuing her full time. They were married six months later and Sean, their firstborn followed nine months later.
Since their marriage and the birth of their two children, Samantha had become the model wife and mother although Peter liked to kid that she was "high maintenance". True, her dreams of a lavish lifestyle had to be downsized considerably, but as time went on, she grew accustomed to the comfortable, if not opulent, lifestyle of middle class America.
Like all couples she and Peter had experienced some trials during the marriage, but neither had ever considered straying for the one thing which they both had always enjoyed and been able to fall back upon was an active sex life. Now that too seemed threatened.
"My God," she cried out, tears filling her eyes as she fell over onto the bed, "what's wrong with us?"
"I... I wish I knew. I do love you, Sam."
"I know. I love you too. What's happening to us? We never had this problem before."
"I just don't know. All evening I just felt as if we were somehow going through the motions."
"Exactly. I could tell we were both trying, but somehow it just wasn't happening -- not really. I... Oh, Peter, have we lost the fire, the excitement?"
"It would seem so," he mused.
"Do you want a divorce?"
"Of course not. I still love you, Sam. It's just that..."
"That I don't excite you any more?"
"I... I... I guess so."
She burst into tears and buried her head in the pillow.
"I'm sorry, Sam. You're the last person on earth I'd want to hurt. But I'm trying to be truthful with you."
"I... I know," she said through the sobs. "If I'm honest I have to admit I feel pretty much the same way. It just seems like the fire has gone out. I want to have sex with you but..." He looked her straight in the eyes for her to finish. "... I get close and then... it just seems to fade away."
"Yeah, it's the same for me. Twice tonight I really thought it was going to happen but... nothing."
"Maybe we're trying too hard."
"Maybe, but I can remember a time when we didn't try half as hard and we'd both cum again and again."
"Am... am I not attractive any more?" she asked fearfully.
"What? Are you kidding? Sam, you've always had a body to die for. You still do. I know what effort you put into getting back into shape after Sean and Donna were born. If anything you're in better shape now than before they were born. And if you think I'm biased you know how many propositions you've gotten at the corporate Christmas parties."
"Drunk, horny old men," she smiled.
"Not that drunk and I might remind you it was you've face and body that got them horny to begin with."
"What if we took some time apart?" she asked after thinking a moment. "They say that absence makes the heart gr..."
"We tried that, remember? It was the longest month and a half of my life, but then when we did try, it was a disaster."
"Then what?" she pleaded, bursting into tears again.
"Well, I think we can agree that the counselor didn't help much."
"What do we do?"
"I... don't know. Let's give it some time, think about it."
"I'll do anything you want, Peter."
"I know, Honey, I know. I will too. We'll think of something, I promise."
And with that Peter and Samantha turned in opposite directions and spent a largely sleepless night, the first night they could remember in which they slept in the same bed, but not in each other's arms.