A Christmas Swap With Friends
Copyright© 2022 by Pete Fox
Epilogue
True Sex Story: Epilogue - 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
Present Day - 2021
We were both surprised when we heard the key in the door. It was not even 9 o’clock yet. Sofi was on her knees in the ‘doggy’ position, resting on her arms, perfect ass in the air as I stroked in and out of her pussy. I had a finger in her ass hole, something that I had taught her to like. She pushed back with her hips as she huffed, making cute noises, “oh, Pete, oh, oh, yes,” she mumbled.
“She’s early,” Sofi almost yelled in a low voice.
My nuts were tight. Sofi felt great. I moved my hands from her ass to her narrow waist as I paused my thrusts and leaned into her, holding her against my cock.
The door opened with a rattle of keys.
“Hello!” the familiar voice announced.
I had no plans to jump off the bed at the sight of Sofi’s roommate.
“Unnh, hold on Sofi...” I said as I gave her ass a good slap with my right hand as I arched my back, letting my balls empty.
“Dam Pete ... I came too,” Sofi moaned as I pulled out. Having shot my second load of the evening into the 19-year-old beauty.
Even on a cool October evening, sweat dripped from my forehead and down my hairy chest, as was the pretty brunette in front of me. Her body had a nice, sweaty sheen to it. I sat back as Sofia rolled over on her back, her impressive D-size breasts jiggled, resting easily on her slender chest (she wears a 32D bra). If she had been taller than 5’3”, she could have taken a run at modeling instead of studying Engineering.
“Jeez, you two, don’t you ever take a break? You don’t,” Beth, Sofi’s roommate, said as she dropped her backpack on her bed.
Neither of us answered; it was an old complaint. I had also been out of the State for several weeks and was making up for lost time.
“You’re back early,” Sofi said, still lying on her back.
Beth came and stood next to the bed. Her curly blonde hair is longer than when I first had sex with her. She was dressed casually in a college sweatshirt and ass-hugging purple spandex yoga pants (what man doesn’t love to see a girl wearing yoga pants). She had put on a little bit of weight in the hips since graduating from high school a year and a half ago, but was still attractive and looked fit.
Beth glanced at my spent cock as I leaned against the bed’s headboard and pillows.
“My last client had to leave early, so he just got a ½ hour instead of the hour,” Beth answered, pulling two 100 dollar bills and a handful 20’s from her pants pocket for us to see. A naughty knowing smile on her face, she only took cash payments from her clients.
Beth worked as a masseuse a couple of nights a week and on the weekends to help pay her living expenses. She had three or four special clients, all older men who she gave hand jobs to, for a big cash tip, when they asked. I’d warned her to be careful, to screen her clients thoroughly, she was, she said.
“Well, we just finished,” Sofia said as she gave me a smile from the other end of the bed.
I reached for one of her feet and gave it an appreciative shake.
“Yes, we’re done,” I said. Then, eyeing both girls, “I don’t know why you two put up with me when you got a campus full of young guys to choose from,” I said in my best self-deprecating voice. I knew the answer, but it was always nice to hear.
Beth spoke up as she opened her closet. “Like we’ve said a hundred times. You say nice things to us and mean it, don’t play games with us like guys our age, and most importantly, you know what you are doing...” leaving the last bit unsaid.
Sofi chimed in, “Especially the mental games, that’s the worst. It’s so nice to have a guy who knows how to treat us,” she said, watching my face.