Author's note: This is the second part of a story that began with Jon's recounting of him and his wife's first experience swinging with another couple in A Friendly Game. The story continues, but now from Ashely's point of view instead of her husband's.
As the night heats up, Ashely and Jon will find their boundaries pushed even further, including some male on male play, so if that isn't your cup of tea, you may want to bow out now.
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As the four of us lay on the bed together, Jim had continued Mona's thought, "But I'm still in charge, and I'm thinking that the night has barely begun."
Barely begun? I thought, my heart and mind still racing from all that had just happened. A few hours ago, Jon and I had been nothing more than a happily married monogamous couple visiting a good friend and her newish boyfriend on a long weekend trip to Atlanta.
A friendly poker game had seen the stakes rise, leading first to my getting naked in front of someone other than my husband for the first time in over a decade, and then... and then to kissing a woman for the first time, touching a woman for the first time, having my pussy licked by a woman for the first time, watching my husband have sex with another woman for the first time, and having my husband watch me get fucked by another man for the first time.
And to discovering, shockingly and suddenly, how much I enjoyed each and every one of those firsts. And how I knew, with no uncertainty, that I didn't want any of those things to be my last. Had Jon enjoyed this evening as much as I? Was this something he wanted or was just going along with?
We'd never even talked about the possibility of a threesome or... the word came into my head like a shot... swinging... with another couple before. All we had was a promise made that night to speak up if things went further than we were comfortable with, and we would both walk away instantly.
But neither of us had stopped. And as we made our way to Jim and Mona's bed, I was sure that our having sex with them would be the end of the game, and Jon and I would go back to our rooms and cuddle together and kiss, and the following day would talk about it and figure out what to do next.
"Yes," I found myself saying. "You won the game, and I'll honor any request you make of me tonight that I can unless Jon says otherwise."
"I'll do the same," I heard Jon say from the other side of Mona. I heard him sit up, and I looked over to him, saw his face smiling down at me. "I love you."
"I love you too," I replied back.
"You two are too sweet!" Mona said and then continued, "Jim, why don't you come help me get some ice water. I think we're gonna need it."
They got out of the bed and left the room. I rolled over and began kissing Jon passionately. A moment later he was hard and inside me, and his cock felt so perfect in my pussy that it instantly grew wet as I moved on top of him. His hands reached up to my breasts, cupping them gently as my long red hair fell down in front of my face. I looked at Jon and his curly blonde hair, blue eyes and handsome face. At five-ten and 165 pounds, Jon had a tightly muscled runner's body that had just a bit of Mediterranean olive in its tone as opposed to my stark white. I looked down at my breasts, still full at 37 and just enough to fill a D cup, down to my softly curved belly and strong legs straddling Jon, a thin line of red hair coming up from my slit towards my belly button and to Jon's cock inside me as I rocked on top of him.
"You are so amazing," he said to me as he brushed my nipples with his thumbs, and the electric line that shot from them down to my clit brought yet another orgasm, this one short and strong, and when I finished, I lay down on top of him, my breasts pushing into his chest and kissed him deeply.
A moment later Jim and Mona were back, a pitcher of ice water with a few sliced lemons and four cups. I rolled off Jon's still hard cock, he hadn't cum with me, and no surprise that given that he had just done so deep inside of Mona not five minutes ago, and reached up for the glass Mona was offering.
"I thought you might enjoy a moment to connect again. Still game for more?" She asked.
"As long as at some point I get to taste you, yes," I replied back.
"I'm fairly certain that can be arranged," Jim said and took a long drink from his glass.
"So what are you going to request of us next," I asked with a mischievous grin.
"I think a group shower is in order. If you can still stand, that is," Jim returned with a grin.
We followed them into the master bath and their large, walk in shower, which had heads on both sides and a line of jets in between with marble lining the walls and floor. Mona had mentioned to me that Jim was a pretty successful businessman, and there was no doubt that his tastes were that of someone with a fat pocketbook.
Jim was very good looking, with a strong jaw, intense brown eyes and skin a much darker black than even Mona's. He had a nearly shaved head that didn't look like he had started to bald at all, had the strong, well-muscled body of a football linebacker and was perhaps six-three or six-four. But it was the confidence that radiated from him that had gotten me wet when I'd first removed my shirt for him earlier that night.
There was just enough room for the four of us to fit comfortably, but not so much as to avoid nearly constant skin to skin contact. The water was hot and steaming the moment it was turned on, and felt absolutely fabulous.
With the two men on either side, Mona and I took up the middle, and she began to soap me up immediately. I returned the favor, spreading the white foamy suds across her dark skin and paying good attention to her breasts, which were slightly bigger than mine but still natural, though on such a tiny frame they looked huge. Mona was rail thin, her ribs and hip bones visible beneath her skin and almost no padding on the backside. At almost six feet, she may have been 115 pounds, where I was 125 at five foot eight.
My nervousness about touching her flower was now gone, lost in the incredible orgasms that we had given each other earlier in the night, and so I soaped her gently there as well, careful not to go overboard on what I was sure was still a sensitive clit.