A Christmas Swap With Friends
Copyright© 2022 by Pete Fox
Prologue
True Sex Story: Prologue - Friends of 20 years invited me to participate in their first swing/swap with another couple. It's complicated as teens are involved and the darker past of one women comes to light. A follow up to my story A Massage with Friends. I dive into the heart of why a 'normal' couple would want to suddenly experience swinging and invite their daughter and I along. True story, told from the 1st person POV.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Teenagers True Story Sharing Incest Group Sex Swinging First Big Breasts
Note: This story has sat in my computer for a year as a password-protected document, while I decided if I should publish this very personal story.
Most of what follows is true. Names and locations have been changed. This is the story of how I found myself invited to swing with my friend Terri, her husband Jon, and another couple two weeks before Christmas in 2018.
Reading the previous story, A Massage with Friends, will help the reader enjoy this story better.
New edit in January 2026.
Present Day (2021)
I brushed strands of hair away from my partner’s eyes before I placed a kiss on her lips. Her cheeks were flushed from our exertions, and our bodies were damp with sweat. I was still inside her, not wanting to pull out as we gazed lovingly at each other. Moving on, I kissed the damp skin above her left breast, pausing to admire the soft, pale flesh of her tit and its hard, dark raspberry nipple. My right hand cupped the large tit, holding it in my palm as her eyes followed my hand.
“That was nice, Pete,” she said, then after a pause, “I’ve missed you,” she added in a lazy, relaxed voice as she closed her eyes. Her arms still around my neck, then after another sigh, she gently pushed me aside. I rolled off, lying on my left side up on my elbow where I could see her, my right leg still across hers. She was beautiful, more beautiful than her mother was.
It had been a long while, almost three decades, since I visited a girl in her college dorm room or residential apartment, as they are called these days. The bed was narrow and one of two in the room.
“You are beautiful, you know that, right?” I said. I knew my partner needed to hear such words of affirmation during and after sex.
“I’m not. I’m skinny, and my boobs are too big. You know that!” she said playfully, opening her eyes to see me admiring her slender, sweaty body.
An old argument, one we had had since she was sixteen.
I kissed the hard nipple of the big, round breast right in front of me. Suckling the tit. A pale, round mountain on her skinny chest. She was right, I could see her ribs and hip bones, she was skinny, maybe 105 pounds, perfect to my eyes, and many a boy who tried to get her attention, I am quite sure.
“Oh, that feels nice. I remember the first time you kissed me there,” she said, touching her other nipple with her left hand.
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