Twice a year, in early spring and early autumn, my husband and I along with five other neighborhood couples get together to swap spouses. When this autumn came we all met at Gil and Gert's house because, with their children away at college, they had three bedrooms plus a den and library, giving each trysting couple their own place to screw.
We all met in the living room, my husband Art and me, Abbie, the other couples being Jake and June, Ben and Barb, Link and Lois, Raf and Riley, and of course Gil and Gert. (I know. Each couple has the same first initial to their names, but it makes identification easier that way.)
After we all undressed, the wives each went to a separate venue, the husbands knowing whose wife was where so that the husband would know not to visit his own wife---he can screw her at their own home any time she's willing to put out.
I went into the den and sat on the couch, waiting for the first husband, who was Jake.
"Hi, Abbie," he said, sitting beside me and greeting as if we were meeting for a cup of coffee at a local café. These sessions, after all, had become so routine that they were now part of the neighborhood fabric.
"Hello, Jake," I replied, grabbing his stiff dick and rubbing it while he bent down, his hand lifting my boob so he could suck one of my nipples, his other hand going down to my pussy slit which he traced with one of his fingers.
My head went down, allowing me to work on his engorged prick, licking its full length, then sucking its head before getting it entirely in my mouth. As I sucked, I felt two of his fingers penetrate my pussy lips and invade my fuck cavity.
"I love the way you get wet so fast, Abbie," he complemented me. "I bet Art gets to ease into you at home just as well as the rest of us do on these fuck sessions."
"He does," I replied, lifting my head from his rod. "And I bet he's getting June ready right now to pound her wet twat."
In these swap gatherings, we arrange it so that its a true swap, meaning that my husband Art would now be screwing Jake's wife, and the same with the other couples.
"Yeah," he answered. "June likes to be plowed by all the neighborhood husbands. She says it makes our marriage stronger."
"I know all the wives look forward to being drilled by all of you," I said as I lay down on my back with my thighs wide open, waiting for Jake to continue working on my cunt.
He lay between my legs, flat on his stomach while I put my thighs on his shoulders, giving him easy access to my gash. He kissed one of my inner thighs, then the other, before his hands opened up my pussy lips. I felt his tongue work its way up and down the inner folds of my slit, settling on my clit for a few moments before his tongue slid down to my asshole which he licked in a twirling motion, causing me to moan.
He lifted himself up, his body parallel to mine. We kissed as his body settled on top of mine, my hand guiding his prick into my wet, waiting fuck hole. His dick head spread apart my twat lips and lingered there for a few seconds. When he ended our kiss, he looked into my eyes as he plunged his dick deeply into my pussy cavity, his abdomen slamming into mine.
"Damn, Abbie!' he exclaimed. "Your pussy's nice and wet, just like I always remember."
"And your dick is warm and rock hard," I came back, "just as I remember. Fuck me hard."
He did just that, plunging his shaft up and down in my wet snatch, my pussy walls caressing his invasive prick, my twat muscles tightening around his rod. I let him do all the work, knowing he wasn't going to shoot off, each husband saving his cum for the last pussy he'd be fucking. I had my hands on his ass cheeks to follow his to-and-fro motions, he giving me a quick kiss as he lifted his body, his dick escaping my pussy walls.
"See you later, Babe," he said walking out of the door as Ben entered,
Ben's stiff organ glistened from the pussy juices of the cunt into which he'd just been plowing.
"Hello, Sweet Abbie," he said. "I see by your wet, puffy twat that Jack's kept you busy."
"Yeah," I replied. "And I'm sure you'll do the same."
He smiled as he turned me around so that I lay across the arm of the couch, my feet on the floor, my head resting on the cushion. With my ass in the air, Ben bent behind me and with his hands rubbed my ass cheeks before spreading them apart and placing his face inside my ass crack so that he could lick my pussy slit and asshole.
"Your pussy juices taste good, Abbie," he told me, his tongue working up and down my nether area. "You're always so wet. Fucking you is even better knowing that Art right now is screwing Barb, stretching her wet pussy while I'm ramming yours."
"Art looks forward to fucking all the wives, just as I look forward to getting banged by all you husbands."
When Ben's face left my twat, I felt his hand on one of my hips. I looked back to see his other hand guide his prick towards my ass crack before I felt his dick head ease into my cunt slit, then into my fuck cavity, its entire length inside when his abdomen touched by ass cheeks. With both his hands on my hips, he pulled me forward, getting his dick even deeper into my cunt hole.
His to-and-fro movements got his prick to slide against my pussy walls. When he began swiveling his hips, I clamped down on his stick with my pussy muscles, causing him to give a slight groan of pleasure. My muff tightened even more when I orgasmed, coating his prick with more of my cunt juice. He must have been close to shooting his wad because he pulled away, his dick leaving my snatch with a slight popping sound, causing me to feel empty. He bent down to give each of my ass cheeks a kiss before leaving the room as Link entered, his dick, too, ramrod stiff and really for action.
Link sat on the couch and had me stand with my back to him.
"Bend over, Honey," he instructed. "Open your ass cheeks for me. You've got a beautiful ass, Abbie," he continued when I pulled my ass cheeks apart, giving him a view of my asshole and pussy slit. "I see your twat's nice and wet. The guys have really been plowing into you."
