Chapter 1

December 2018 – San Francisco Bay Area – East Bay

My stiff cock was inches from my friend Terri’s lips as I knelt on the thick mattress next to her head. Close enough that if she turned her head to the left, I could slip the tip of my cock into her mouth. Not an unpleasant thought. At the moment her attention was focused on the man between her bent knees as he pressed his thick hard cock against her little patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. He teased her by rubbing himself along the dark pubes covering her slit as he pulled back and then pushed in again, a smile on his pleasant-looking face. A moan escaped Terri’s lips as he did so while her hands gripped the white sheet.

The man making her moan wasn’t Terri’s husband.

Jon, Terri’s husband lay next to us with his arms around a pretty brunette. Both lay on their sides watching me and the other man play with Terri.

“Go ahead Pete, we’re all friends here,” Sasha said her eyes glancing at my cock where it lay next to Terri’s mouth.

Sasha, whose husband Brad was the man rubbing his hard cock over my friend’s pubes, smiled at me while she encouraged me to stick my cock in my friends face while they all watched.

Jon didn’t say anything, just continued to kiss his partner’s neck and fondle her breasts. Jon’s partner was a seriously good-looking woman a lot younger than both of us. Her words were a reminder of the conversation she and I had less than an hour ago.

As a guest in their house, I was to make myself at home and when it came to the swap to just do as I liked, within reason. So Sasha had told me along with a few other tidbits of information.

Earlier, Sasha had spoken to him in lightly accented English while she gave him a tour of the big house. With a knowing smile, she said Terri had spoken highly of him and his work with Beth and her body image back in June (A Massage with Friends).

When they moved from the kitchen to the master bedroom, they were all a bit buzzed after sharing a couple of bottles of good red wine and were feeling loose and happy. The two couples were ready to play, even as I dealt with my own nerves.

So, as I had my cock next to Terri’s face, I watched her husband Jon, his face showed little outward emotion. He was still kissing Sasha, now on her shoulder as a hand cupped one of her pink-tipped breasts. She looked like a modern-day Venus, abet one from Ukraine, as she lay on her side watching us with a little smile on her full red lips.

Jon glanced occasionally at his wife as she lay on her back, her pale body already damp with sweat, my cock next to her mouth. Then at Brad the friendly marriage and family therapist who was playing with Terri, Jon’s wife of nearly 20 years.

Jon finally looked at me and our eyes met, but even after two decades of friendship since college, he was still hard to read. Seeing where my cock was, he simply nodded ‘okay’ with his eyes on us. At one point in time, back at State, he thought I was competing with him for Terri’s affection, maybe I was, but it was not to be. A lot had happened in the six months since June when I secretly watched his daughter Beth give him a very inappropriate massage in their bedroom.

This was also a first for me, swinging and being with couples swapping partners.

“I will,” I said in answer to Sasha or Aleksandra, her proper first name after I reconciled all that I had been told in my head.

I turned my attention to Terri. She had the opposite of ‘resting bitchface’ as she always had a nice white smile on her face and a ready easy laugh no matter her mood. She had that tonight. Looking closer I thought I saw something else perhaps hesitation, resignation or maybe acceptance; a woman doing what she needed to do to keep her marriage and family intact.

Terri moaned and squirmed as Brad did his thing with his thick cock against her pussy. Not an unpleasant experience I assumed from her body’s response. No glasses falling down her nose today as we looked at each other I leaned forward my cock in my right hand as I slowly stroked myself. A little crinkle at the corner of her eyes, a smile as she watched my cock.

“How does this feel Terri?” Brad asked.

Terri looked at me then at Brad “Feels really good,” she replied then took a deep breath and let it out as he continued rubbing his cock along her slit and pubes.

Tonight, Terri wore makeup, lipstick, and had a hair clip holding back her blonde bangs, very pretty for a forty-something MILF. She had started the evening in a green strapless party dress that now lay on the floor at the end of the bed. Terri closed her eyes as she turned her head, not looking at Sasha and Jon, and opened her mouth.

I hesitated for a moment as I pressed forward my cock in hand. Yes, I wanted this, I wanted her husband to see me doing this to Terri as much as I wanted her to suck me.

Jon was watching even as he toyed with Sasha. Brad, as the man in charge tonight, had suggested the couples take turns, Terri being first so that each could fully enjoy seeing the other with their partner.

The pretty mother of young twins from Ukraine turned her head to Jon so he could kiss her, her thick chestnut hair framed her pretty heart-shaped face as their lips met. I wanted to be where Jon was even as I put my cock in the mouth of one of my oldest and dearest friends. I had taken an instant liking to Sasha the moment we were introduced.

I wanted to reach out and grab a handful of chestnut hair. She was that close, but I had my hands full. I had no idea if this was the first time Jon was going to have sex with a woman who was not Terri, his wife. I willed in my mind that Jon look at me again with my cock in his wife’s mouth.

At the other end of Terri, Brad had pushed his thick cock into my friend as he held her legs open wide. He was thicker than Jon, his circumcised cock lubed from a blow job, he pushed in as Terri reached down with her left hand, touching the new cock, her hips reacting as the thick cock entered her. The same hand she wore her diamond wedding ring on. Her ring finger next to Brad’s cock brought it home that even with permission, this was the definition of infidelity.

When Brad had his rhythm, he turned to the other person who shared the bed and reached out to Beth’s teenage tit.

I watched as Beth, who was kneeling next to her mother, at first leaned back then relaxed as the older man’s hand cupped her left breast which he fondled running a thumb over her wide pink nipple. His hand moved from her big teenage tit to reach behind her neck, pulling her face towards his. As Beth let herself be pulled closer to Brad, she reached out to me even as Brad kissed her on the mouth.

Terri, her eyes closed, saw none of this as I worked my cock into her slightly open mouth, her lips closing around my cock head. Wet and warm, nice! My right hand was on her head holding her face in place.

At the same time, I took Beth’s right hand in mine as I began to flex my hips pushing my cock in and out of my friend’s warm wet mouth. I was face fucking Terri. My cock head wasn’t the most sensitive, but it felt nice, and was fun to have her lips wrapped around my cock. I took a mental picture.

Technically Beth was my ‘date’ for the swing session, one of the reasons for my invitation, so I reminded myself I needed to pay attention to her even as I put my dick in her mother’s mouth.

How I got here to this moment had little to do with me. It was the journey Terri and her family had been on since we last met in June.

“More wine?” the young voice of the seventh participant in tonight’s swap said as she entered the room.

Sofia, Brad’s eldest daughter, was a dark-haired shy beauty whose skinny sixteen-year-old body was a sight to see with big sagging tits on a skinny developing body that made me forget about my cock in Terri’s mouth for the moment. Her only clothing was sheer black lingerie panties covering her mons.

She held a bottle of wine in her hands that she placed on a table beside our empty wine glasses.

“Thanks, honey. Now get up on the bed,” Sasha said turning her dark mane of hair towards Sofia. Jon turned to watch the young girl; all three of us men did.

I was pleased, my eyes not leaving the pretty teenager, who had a sizable rack for such a skinny girl. She stood for a moment looking at the big king-sized bed and everyone on it and then smiled at me as our eyes met. Sophia hopped up on the bed with the smile never leaving her face.

The evening’s swing session just wasn’t about two families swapping partners and having sex; the reasons for each of us being here were complicated. I wasn’t sure I bought into all the reasons, but when she asked, I did not say no to Terri’s invitation.

I last saw Terri and Beth in June. I took them to a nudist resort for a weekend near Sacramento. It was a good time and they both adjusted quickly to the idea of not wearing clothes in front of strangers. We also shared a small bedroom and one full-sized bed for two nights. In bed, under the top sheet, my hands had unashamedly roamed over both of their naked bodies and their hands had returned the favor. Terri’s openness to my attention to her and Beth surprised me at first, but I also didn’t push to do more. After all, Terri was married and Beth was fifteen, almost sixteen.

Another surprise for Terri was when we ran into the parents of Beth’s best friend at the nudist resorts Friday dance, a nice Hispanic couple who had driven their RV over for the weekend with their daughter. Talking with the couple opened Terri’s eyes to what some of her PTA church attending neighbors were really up to on the weekends. I also noted that Beth did have a manipulative streak having engineered the weekend trip and her best friend’s visit.

That weekend in June, I later learned, Terri had more on her mind than avoiding getting a sunburn on her pale ass or being seen by someone she knew as she strutted around the resort in the buff. Her husband Jon had told her they needed to do something to refresh their sex life and marriage. He said this as he left on a work trip to Japan the land of Geisha girls, sake, and Kabuki theatre.

Terri had confided in me and told me she would try being more open to her husband’s suggestions just as she had been open to the nudist resort and letting their daughter practice massages at home. As a student of psychology, she also began reading on her own, looking for solutions.

My life had not been quiet either. I got busy with work, traveling out of state, and then my parent’s health took a serious turn for the worse. I didn’t speak much with Terri nor visit the Bay Area again as I dealt with my own life. With Beth, I am happy to say I helped her navigate the loss of her virginity just after she turned sixteen to her best friend’s younger brother. But that’s another story.

It wasn’t until December, a couple of weeks before Christmas, and I was planning a trip north to visit my group of friends in the Bay Area, that I heard from Terri asking if I had plans to stop by and see them.

“So Pete, can you come to a small party with new friends of ours on Friday?” she asked then added “Beth will be there,” Terri said on the other end of the phone.

“Sure,” I answered.

“Also, can you get a blood test?”

I had to think. That was an unexpected question, the test. The implications of the request were clear. I could get the test.

“Are you still there Pete?”

“Sure, I’m here,” I said again. “And yes, to both.”

There was more silence.

“Great. You don’t have any questions?” Terri asked. Knowing I had questions.

“I do. But from what you told me before, you and Jon have made some changes in the last few months.”

“Yes, we have for sure,” she said. It was hard to tell from her tone of voice how she felt but she sounded good. “I’ll tell you more when you get here.”

“Okay. I’ll get on the road early and try to be there by lunch. Can I bring some wine or anything?” I said.

“Wine would be fine. I’m looking forward to seeing you.” Terri said her voice loaded with innuendo now. Or was that in my head?

“Me too. By the way, how is Adam?” I said asking about her oldest son who had some mental health issues. We hadn’t talked about him much as I knew he had caused a lot of anxiety and stress in the family over the years.

“He’s doing better. The Idaho program has been good for him, and our school district finally agreed to pay for it. He will be back for Christmas.” Terri said.

“Glad to hear it. Anyway, I guess I should go. I’ll get that test and send it to you. And pick up a bottle or two of local wine.”

“Sounds good. I’m looking forward to seeing you, and so is Beth. Just take a picture of the test and send it, that should do.”

“I will. Ciao.” The call ended. I had a lot of questions and noticed I had the start of a hard on in my jeans. My mind had already run out of control ahead of itself as we talked.

Now, where to get the test? I knew the perfect local wine store to buy wine at.