Transcontinental: Temporary Husbands, Temporary Wives
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 16: Making More Happiness
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16: Making More Happiness - Young, smart, dedicated, career-oriented, highly sexed. She is youngest woman to get tenure at prestigious eastern university. He’s promoted to the ‘best job ever’ on the west coast. What do they do? One answer is swap with a couple with the reverse problem. Does it stop there? Hardly! Another book in the collection of 20+ that author Wolf offers as eBooks at Bookapy, which supports elderly writers like him seeking to supplement their social security. Every book < $6, vast majority under $5.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Sharing Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
It only took Steph two weeks to figure out that something sexual was going on in my life between the morning when we shared a cup of coffee for ten minutes, and the afternoon when we just checked-in with each other about campus events before heading home.
She bumped into me just before 2:00 p.m. coming back into our building with that ‘just fucked’ look on my face. If she’d gotten a little closer, she might have smelled my sex aromas. She confronted me about it. “You’re having sex midday, right? What are you exactly doing and with whom? Spill it.”
I told Steph about Frank without giving names. “One of my older students needed some ‘personal counseling’ after I gave my lectures on the psychology of sex. He invited me to be his private counselor and I accepted. We started to have sex at lunch at his place near the campus, and it became daily sex immediately after the first time we did it. He’s very satisfying and really likes me too.”
Steph just grinned at me, “You slut. Can I join you guys? Pleeeeeeeaseeeeee! Maybe he could muster up a few orgasms for little old me. I have some lunch hours free. I wondered why we weren’t eating together.”
I told her, “You need Joe’s blessing. I don’t want to be party to making him unhappy because I’ve pimped you out to my daytime boyfriend.”
She said, “No problem. It’ll drive him crazy that I have this opportunity, but he’ll give me an unrestricted hall pass. He’s pretty much done that already, but this makes it specific to this guy.” On that note, I told her more about Frank.
The next day, I brought Steph with me to Frank’s apartment at our agreed time. When he opened the door the two of us stood there with big smiles. He guessed immediately what we wanted, and after introductions, the three of us stripped and made good use of his bed. Frank rose to the occasion of our FFM, satisfying both of us for the next two hours. After that, Steph came with me once or twice a week to our noontime sessions. Once or twice that semester, she went by herself when I’d get hung-up with some other commitment.
I told Steph one day as we were walking back to campus from our two-hour fuck session with Frank, “I have truly entered the land of nymphomania. I want the platinum membership card to show my place in the ranks. Dirk fucked me this morning. I just had Frank for lunch and got to eat your pussy, and I’ll be with Joe after dinner tonight when we all get-together. I am in heaven – sexual heaven.”
Bree found a timeslot on one of her less busy days and took the MBTA to Harvard Square and also joined us about a week after I’d introduced Steph to Frank. Steph had to teach, so I introduced Bree and Frank. He was shocked and pleased that I’d brought another friend, especially one so stacked as she was...
He was in Pussy Heaven, and readily admitted that Steph, Bree, and I were keeping him exceptionally satisfied. Besides me, Bree liked Frank, and for that matter so did Steph.
Bree suggested that we invite Frank to our next weekend swinger party since he’d was already fucking the women that would be there. Dirk and Joe might like some reinforcements. I asked Dirk, and Steph floated the idea past Joe, and everyone approved.
The next day, Friday, I lay naked in Frank’s bed with his second load of cum leaking out of my cunt. Frank was in heaven again having enjoyed the spiritual experience of our lovemaking. I asked, “Have you ever been a swinger?”
Frank looked at me, “A couple of times, but not recently except with you, Steph, and Bree. I prefer making love to swinging, but I understand what you mean – lots of variety. Just so you know, I have feelings for all three of you.”
“We’re getting together tomorrow evening with Steph’s husband Joe, and my temporary husband Dirk. We’d like you to join us. It’ll be a fun fuck fest for the evening. There’s a lot of strong and friendly emotions expressed.” As a throw away comment to be cute, I said, “You could even bring a date.”
I couldn’t fathom why I threw in that last comment, but it proved to be a wonderful statement that livened up our weekend.
Frank laughed, “A date? Are you serious?”
I rolled over to look at him, “Why? Do you have someone in mind?”
“Yes, but you don’t know her. She’s ... a close friend ... an intimate friend that I’ve known since forever.”
“Will she mind some sapphic interplay? I mean after Steph, Bree, and I wear you guys out, we sometimes put on a show for Dirk and Joe or just please each other. Sometimes, it’s hard to tell which. I guess we’re bisexual, at least with each other.”
“I don’t know how she’d take to the girl-on-girl stuff, but she’ll fit in well, I’m sure. She’s a grad student at MIT. Smart. Pretty. And I can attest that she was born horny.”
I missed the allusions to a long-term relationship.
The snow started on Saturday afternoon. I texted Steph and Frank to come up to our home as soon as they could so they’d avoid the worst of the storm that evening. I told them to plan on staying overnight and to bring their PJs. Bree was already at the house as she was most weekends. She had several complete wardrobes at the house too, plus we traded clothes around with each other.
Frank and Rene arrived about three-thirty after a ninety-minute drive from Cambridge; a drive that should have only taken about twenty or thirty minutes. Steph and Joe arrived shortly after.
I tasked Joe with starting a fire in our fireplace and making sure we had lots of available firewood in the garage. That helped create a really homey atmosphere for all of us, and also got the temperature up to where a lot of nude people would be comfortable.
Dirk and I had marinated steaks and despite the raging snowstorm outside, Dirk barbecued steaks and did baked potatoes on the grill just inside the open garage door. Bree and Steph did a salad, and I prepared some fresh asparagus with hollandaise sauce. Dinner was an animated and fun time, particularly as we learned a bit about Rene and her research in the management sciences as an MBA candidate at the Sloan School of Management.
By the time we finished dinner we had six inches of new snow atop the fifteen inches already in the yard, and it was still coming down at the rate of an inch an hour. Having everyone stay over was the right move.
Dirk said, “I fired up the hot tub before dinner. It should be ready if anyone is up for sitting outside.”
Rene jumped around in her seat, “Oh, that’d be so cool. I’d love to try that. Heat up to my neck, and snow atop my head.”
She set the tone for the next hour, as we cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen. Proving that he had not a shy bone in his body, Dirk stood by the back door and stripped down to his birthday suit. Joe was hot on his tail. I followed close behind, along with Steph and Bree. Rene and Frank both quickly got the idea that we were all going in nude, and soon their buff bodies came on display.
Rene’s body made my tongue water. I wanted to dive into her neatly trimmed pussy, but resisted lest I scare off the pretty young woman. She was a year younger than Frank she’d said, which would have made her twenty-three. I wondered if she’d had any sapphic experiences.
Dirk led us outside into the freezing air and the chilly temperatures. He’d shoveled the deck from the door to the unit, and around the tub, but it was still snowy. We were all barefoot and leaping around screaming and laughing. He threw back the cover on the hot tub, and we all plunged into the steaming warm water right up to our necks. I couldn’t believe how cold I’d gotten in the twenty feet between door and spa. We all had snowflakes in our hair until the steam from the hot tub melted them.
We were laughing and screaming as the snow cascaded down around our heads, but we were nice and warm and laughing at the great experience and memories these moments were giving us.
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