Evolution of a Fantasy

In the previous chapter (Kaycee: Confessions), Tony, now that he understands his voyeuristic tendencies, listened and was highly aroused as Kaycee shared the secrets of her relationships with two different sets of college roommates. Kaycee explains that, for her, most of the excitement was performing for one roommate by fucking the other - she's an exhibitionist. Kaycee and Tony aren't ready to open their marriage, but maybe having sex in front of another couple, and watching the other couple have sex, will fulfill their respective fantasies.

As always, this is fiction. All characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. Everyone portrayed is over eighteen.

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Kaycee and I were lying in bed, reading the latest copy of the Northwest Swingers magazine. The decision to try a 'soft-swap', where each couple can watch the other couple have sex, but don't actually swap partners, was our attempt to compromise on Kaycee's desire to be an exhibitionist and my desire to watch Kaycee have sex with another man.

Months ago I bought a copy of the Northwest Swingers but didn't share it with Kaycee before I threw it out; tonight was her first exposure to the publication. Needless to say, she was as shocked as I was my first time reading the magazine. We were looking for another couple to share a soft-swap, but we spent some time looking through all the personal ads. I held the magazine in my lap, Kaycee leaning in - looking through and turning the pages.

"Do you think all these ads are for real? I mean look at all these people, reading through their ads makes me realize maybe we're not as perverted as I first thought."

I laughed because it was exactly the same thing I wondered when I read the last quarter's issue. "I'm sure some of these are fake, but it's hard to know what's real and what's not."

Kaycee continued to turn the pages until she came to the section titled, 'Men Seeking Couples' and saw the photo of some guy's cock proudly displayed next to a can of Edge shaving gel, the guy's hard-on was a good inch longer than the can and just as big in girth. "What the fuck?" is all she said before jumping out of bed and running to the master bathroom. Kaycee came back with a can of my shave gel. She jumped back in bed with the can in her hand and started laughing. "That's got to hurt!"

"Get Peter out of your nightstand." ('Peter' is the dildo I bought a few months ago. It's supposedly a replica of Peter North's cock. We've played around with it a couple times in the last few months, we'll put it in Kaycee's pussy while she gives me a blow-job.) I took the piece of silicone out of the nightstand and Kaycee held it up next to the can. The can was bigger.

Kaycee looked at the two objects in her hands. "I can't imagine anything that big in me. That really has to hurt."

"You've had 'Peter' inside you."

Kaycee gave me the 'you silly man' look. "Yea, it's been in me, but never pounding me in and out. And it's still not as long as this guy in the photo. If 'Peter' was a real cock and really giving me a good fuck, I would either be in the hospital or sore for a week. I'm going to say this one more time, Tony - your cock is the perfect size for me. My perversion isn't to get fucked by some giant cock - I'm an exhibitionist, not a size queen."

Kaycee and I finished reading the ads and were disappointed we didn't find another couple intriguing enough to contact. There were a few couples looking for the same thing we were, but their ads were either a turn-off or their photos weren't enticing.

Kaycee turned the last page and asked, "What do we do now?"

"Well, there are probably more couples like us, they're interested but haven't placed an ad, for whatever reason."

"So, what do we do?"

"We place an ad and see what happens."

Kaycee looked shocked. "With a photo?"

"Yea, why not - just a body shot, no faces."

"I've got to get back in the gym before I have my naked photo taken and displayed." A fairly typical female reaction.

"Babe, you look great. I'm the one who needs gym time." (OK - women aren't the only ones with vanity.)

"What about names? There aren't many 'Kaycee and Tony' couples out there and I can't have any parents or other teachers suspecting me of being a swinger. Great way to get fired."

"We'll use pseudonyms. Any ideas?"

I could see the light go on in Kaycee's eyes. The recent news gushed over the Royal couple getting married soon across the pond. "What about William and Kate?"

"You mean like Prince William and Kate Middleton?"

"Yes."

We bought an anonymous cell phone from Walmart and opened an email account for 'William&Kate4vu@yahoo.net'.

And that's how we ended up in the next quarter's issue of Northwest Swinger in the 'Couples Seeking Couples' section as William and Kate seeking "another 20s-30s couple to soft-swap, no hard-swapping, just to enjoy watching each other".

Despite the very clear, "no hard-swapping" prohibition, probably over half the responses tried to convince us we'd never be truly satisfied until we switched partners. It took a few weeks, but we finally received an email that looked promising.

Bob and Carol were a couple from Vancouver, Canada who included a photo (without faces) in their second email. We made plans to meet in Seattle and reserved a table at the Met and a room with two queen beds at a downtown hotel.

I'm certain that a majority of these 'hook-ups' are probably, if not a disaster, at least much less than one hopes. That wasn't our experience. From the moment 'Bob and Carol Jones' (not their real names, of course) walked toward our table, with smiles on their faces, we knew this would be a special evening.

'Carol' is a knockout - five-four in her high heels, a nice girlish figure, auburn hair and green eyes, she was beautiful. 'Bob' was maybe five-nine; but built like a fireplug. Both were dressed to impress; Carol with a beautiful string of pearls around her neck, a neckline that plunged just enough to show the tops of her breasts, and a hemline four inches above her knees. I must not have stared because I didn't get a jab to my ribs as Kaycee and I stood to greet our guests.

I won't bore you with the table conversation, only that between the usual 'getting to know you' dialog, there was plenty of 'how did we get to this point exchanges'; I'm certain those overhearing these little morsels (such as Kaycee's admission of jacking off a stranger in an oasis and her two amateur stripping adventures) were either delightfully amused or scandalized.

Kaycee wasn't the only one to share; Carol told some stories that had me alternating between laughing hysterically and being aroused.

We finished dinner and there wasn't any point in denying the inevitable, we invited the Jones to join us in our suite for drinks, conversation and more.

The ladies had it all worked out; they must have discussed it beforehand because as I was pouring drinks, Kaycee had some music playing on the small player she had in her suitcase. With the music playing, both Kaycee and Carol started dancing and stripping in front of Bob and me as we sat on the sofa. When both were naked, Kaycee disappeared into the bathroom and came out with two towels.

"Strip, you two, and sit on these."

Neither of us hesitated, both Bob and I were naked within a minute, sitting waiting for the next act.

The music played on, Kaycee danced in front of me, Carol in front of Bob. Then the girls switched and I had a closer look at the most charming Carol. The two girls tried to outdo each other, gyrating in front of us, bending over to show-off two beautiful asses, never getting close enough to break the agreement that this was a 'look, but don't touch' exhibition.

The girls switched again and now Carol was on Bob's lap, Kaycee kneeling in front of me with her arms on my lap. "Watch them" Kaycee told me. I did as I was told; watching Carol move her hips in a sensuous arc until she was fully seated on Bob and his hard cock entered her.

I've never seen a couple make love before this evening and must admit it was highly erotic. My cock stood straight up and Kaycee started to lightly stroke it with her fingernails. Bob did something just then that made me realize how strong this 'fireplug' is - he lifted Carol up, stood, turned and gently placed her sitting spread legged on the sofa. I watched as Bob brought Carol to an orgasm with his tongue. When her breathing returned to normal, she told Bob, "Take me to bed." He lifted her off the sofa and carried her to one of the queen beds.

I made a mental note to hit the gym and do some strength training as I watched Bob effortlessly lift Carol and use his strength to add another dimension to their love making.

Kaycee and I moved to the second bed to continue watching our new friends. For the second time we saw Bob's cock slip inside Carol's pussy, this time with them in a missionary position. Carol's legs were over Bob's arms wrapped around his upper back. Her hands were on his ass, pulling him in deeper. It was amazing to watch these two; they made me want to up my game when Kaycee and I made love later. Not that either of us ever complained, but maybe after almost seven years of exclusivity, we'd become complacent.

Bob and Carol continued to fuck in this position until they reached a mutual orgasm. It wasn't one of those porn movie cum shots where the guy pulls out and sprays the gal with his spunk. Bob stayed deep inside Carol but there was no doubt he came; and just to make certain we knew, as soon as Bob withdrew from her pussy, Carrol swiveled her legs toward our bed, spread them wide, and squeezed a load of Bob's cum out of her pussy. What a naughty, sexy, beautiful sight. My eyes left her pussy long enough to see Carol staring at me with a huge smile on her face.

Kaycee interrupted my thoughts, "Now it's our turn." She leaned over and swallowed my cock while moving her hair out of the way so Bob and Carol had a good view of her deep throat technique. I noticed she also positioned herself to give them a nice view of her ass. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and spread her open, knowing our friends could see how wet she was. Kaycee lifted her mouth off my cock, looked up into my eyes and said, "thank you" before swallowing me whole again. I rewarded her with a mouthful of my cum. Kaycee looked at Carol, opened her mouth to give her some payback, silently saying, "See, my man can cum buckets, too", then swallowed it.

With all this going on, I didn't lose my erection. Kaycee got on her hands and knees facing the other bed. "Fuck me, Tony." (yea, she just used my real name, but I guess we were past the point of any real anonymity). I fucked her, deciding to surprise her with something special. I pulled my cock out long enough to wet my thumb with her juices, popped back in and pushed my thumb into her ass. Kaycee came as hard as I've ever known her, it had to be the combination of the double penetration plus performing in front of another couple.

When we finished, Bob and Carol took another turn. This time they sat on the edge of the bed, facing us with Carol lowering herself onto Bob's cock so we had a perfect view of his hard-on moving in and out of her shaved lips. Bob was tweaking Carol's nipples and I swear her nipples had to be over an inch and a half long. This time, just before Bob came, Carol rose up off his cock. What a sight, his cock shot stream after stream of cream over Carol's belly and breasts. Man - this guy could cum! Carol made a show of spreading it over her entire front; twice taking small gobs and tasting the spunk.

Of course, this got me going again. Kaycee mounted me cowgirl while facing them and rode me hard.

It was a hell of an evening and our first experience with soft-swapping couldn't have been any better. Around midnight it was time to call it a night. Bob and Carol got dressed - we exchanged real names (yea, they were using aliases as well), real contact information, and promises to do it again in a few months - then left for their own room at a nearby hotel.

Once the door closed, Kaycee said, "Well, that was fun. I liked them. Easy to be around, nice and naughty, and attractive."

I had to agree. "Yea, no bad vibes. It was nice how they respected the limits. I have to confess that was one thing I worried about, that there would be a bait and switch; agreeing to a soft-swap and trying for more."

"I'm sure they felt the same way."

"When did you two ladies come up with the opening dance routine?"

"When we went to 'powder our nose' during dinner. It was her idea. You seemed to like it."

"Duh - two beautiful women dancing naked in front of me - ya think?"

"So, we'll do it again?"

"Sure, but just like plastic Peter, it should be a special event, not too often."

I did sign up for a gym membership. Kaycee decided to join, too. That's where we met Sean, one of the trainers. Sean's a great guy; did his best to help me get in shape and build some real strength. More than once, Kaycee made a point of thanking Sean for those results. We finally made arrangements to go to dinner with Sean and his fiancée, Lisa.

As much as we liked Sean, I can't say we felt the same about his fiancée. It was the first time we met Lisa, you would think she'd want to make a decent impression on Sean's friends, instead she ragged the poor guy about his "lack of ambition, still wasting yourself being a trainer". I hate to say it, but what a bitch!

That's one of the many reasons I love Kaycee, my wife has my back. For example, a few months before this I received a call from a headhunter. He offered me a job with another accounting firm, my salary would increase by twenty percent, but I'd be on the road twice as much as I was then. When I told Kaycee about the offer, she didn't hesitate.

"Take the job if you want it, but don't do it for me. As good as the money sounds, it wouldn't compensate for the time we'd be apart."

Then she did what I've learned to expect from her - encouragement.

"What would it take to advance where you're at? To make partner at your firm?"

"It would help if I had my Masters. Which means I have to go to night school. Which means more time away from you."

"What if we went to night school together? You take your accounting classes, I take some math and ed classes. It might be fun going back to school together. I could study in your arms like that corny movie we saw on TV - Love Story."

"Only you have to promise not to come down with some awful disease and die like Ali McGraw did in the movie."

"OK. Let's get serious. We'll sign up for the next term."

Which is what we did. With luck, I'd make partner in a few years, which means less travel and more pay.

We had a few more nights out with Sean and Lisa. I think Kaycee ended up telling Lisa she should back off a bit. Lisa didn't appreciate the input and we stopped going out with them, although we still worked out with Sean at the club. The subject of Lisa was avoided.

About three weeks after our first get-together with Bob and Carol (actually Larry and Elisa Fredricks, their real names), we received an email from another couple, Jack and Jill. They'd seen our ad and wanted to meet to enjoy a soft-swap. They included photos - nude, with no faces; at the time it didn't strike me as strange that the photos weren't of the two of them together. 'Jack' looked like a big guy in the photo, which proved to be correct when we did meet a week later across the river in Vancouver, WA.

Just like last time we reserved a hotel room close to the restaurant. Our first clue that something wasn't kosher was while being escorted by the Maître d' to the table only to find a man, but no woman. 'Jack' made a point of standing to introduce himself, shook my hand briefly, then held Kaycee a little too close, kissing her cheek (only because she turned her head). "What'll ya have to drink?" The waiter was standing nearby - I later considered he must have tipped the waiter to be there before we had a chance to ask about the empty chair.

Kaycee ordered a white wine; I had my usual bourbon neat.

"So Jack, where's Jill?" My question seemed to shake him from mentally undressing and fucking my wife.

"I'm so sorry, Jill's mother called an hour ago saying she was having one of her diabetic episodes and needed Jill to stay with her. We discussed it and agreed I should come meet you considering it was too late to cancel. We can get to know each other and find out if there's a chance for a future meeting."

It almost sounded feasible, but my guard was up. Our drinks arrived, I noticed mine was a double although I hadn't ordered a double and Kaycee's wine glass was almost filled to the brim. Jack raised his glass for a toast. "To new good friends." He barely glanced at me during the toast and during the subsequent conversation; mostly filling us in on his athletic prowess, having played tight end for the USC (he was big enough to have made that tidbit true).

We should have left immediately, but we stayed to finish our drinks. During the twenty minutes or so before we left, 'Jack' proved to be a narcissistic ass. Jack didn't wait long before coming right out with it.

"Since we're all here and have a free night, what do you say we go up to my room and order room service?"

"Well Jack, we're not all here, are we? Your wife didn't seem to make it."

Jack ignored my comment, directing his next question to Kaycee. "What do you say, sweetheart. Want to have a great night? I can make that happen."

Having it well established that there wasn't a 'Jill', I started to get up to leave. Jack put his left hand on Kaycee's forearm to prevent her from getting up.

"Maybe your wife wants to stay. Maybe she'd enjoy getting a real man to fuck her."

He had his phone in his other hand and he pulled up a photo. He showed her the photo, it was his cock next to a tape measure and it showed an almost eight-inch hard-on.

Here's another thing I absolutely adore about my wife; she's quick witted. She looked at the photo and said, "Look Honey, he's almost as big as you."

In the meantime I was tempted to take a swing at the guy to make him take his hand off my wife; but knowing it would end up with a public mess that would probably cost us both our jobs, I did the next best thing - I grabbed his phone out of his hand and threw it across the restaurant.

'Jack' was swearing a mile a minute as he went to retrieve his phone. I helped Kaycee up and we scrammed out of there. We jumped in our car, crossed the river and got home. We skipped the room reserved in Vancouver, didn't want to hang around any more than we had to.

When we got in the door, I practically ripped Kaycee's clothes off her. Right in the living room, I bent her over the couch and fucked her from behind. There was no love making that night, it was pure, physical fucking for the next two hours.

The next morning Kaycee brought it up. "What got you all caveman last night? Not that I'm complaining."

Moment of truth time. "If he hadn't been such a jackass and a lying sack of shit, I'd have loved watching him fuck you. Physically, he was a perfect match to who I fantasize watching you fuck. I would have loved watching that large cock making you cream all over it." There - I said it out loud!

"What about what you said - that there's not a real person behind the fantasy?"

"I guess that changed last night. I mean, there's still not a real person since if you fucked that asshole, we'd have some serious issues. But I can't help but wish the guy could have been the one."

Kaycee sat drinking her coffee, thinking. Finally, she broke the silence. "Damn, this puts a whole new spin on it, doesn't it?"

Which explains why what happened next shouldn't have been a complete surprise.