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Note to Readers:
This nine-part story follows a young, straight, American couple from dating to marriage and parenthood, and from exclusive sex to separate side action, swinging, and group sex. All characters are at least 18 years old. The previous two parts are recapped to some extent, but if you read those parts first, you'll follow along better and also read a lot more sex. Click on my author name above, or the stories link, to find them.)
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February 2013:
Kendra, clad in a sports bra and running shorts, massaged Sam's back. She'd found that she and her spouse could get to a nice sensual build if they didn't strip immediately, and she wanted to get rid of their workday tension before starting them on the sexual kind. Straddling him at kidney level carried no special sensation. Yet.
They watched online porn on the bedroom's flatscreen. Three women and two men, very attractive but seeming unaffected by what they did together.
"Just going through the motions," said Sam. "Maybe it gets boring if they have to do a lot of takes."
She enjoyed Sam's lean muscled frame nearly always, but kneading it strained her fingers. She used the heels of her palms when necessary, and even her elbows.
"I hate to sound like an old fart," said a woman who had just turned 26, "but the tats and piercings seem like a bit much."
He turned his head to the side so she could see his smile. "Tats? Piercings? Hadn't noticed."
She leaned back and slapped his ass through his boxers. "I guess your indifference to the pain these women went through is better than insisting that I do the same." She had thought about getting a little ink, unthreatening and girly, but she had never seen much of an upside.
A couple minutes later, when he closed his eyes and hummed while she knuckled between his shoulder blades, she watched with more than cinematic interest a close-up of an uncut prick sliding into and out of a shaved vagina. Then the dick emerged, and the head and some of the foreskin were rubbed slowly on and around the wet labia. Then there was another slow insertion. Kendra's groin tingled. She enjoyed that without moving. Yet.
Sam gathered in his elbows and leaned up slightly. "Switch."
"You sure?"
"Getting the third shop up and running has gone pretty well," he said. "It just has me either moving around too much or sitting too much. You've cured my case of Internet-Staring Stiff Neck." Sam's knowledge of the digital side of auto maintenance had paid off huge. He had invested in the repair shop where he had started as a grease monkey while studying for his engineering degree. The downside was that he put in long days at work, sometimes more than five a week.
Kendra was equally busy at work, but less favorably. Travel agencies were beset by websites seeking to deal direct with customers, and she scrambled to show that her office provided value that the internet couldn't. She tried to leave her anxiety at work, and didn't always succeed.
As Kendra moved a leg and Sam rolled to the side, he smoothly got her into his arms, and kissed along her neck. That, and the sight of the porno cock glistening with vaginal secretions, changed the focus of Kendra's anxiety.
She faced away from Sam as she knee-stood on the bed and lifted away her bra. She flipped her ponytail to one side and went gut-down without showing him more than side curves. Then she was simultaneously soothed and aroused, as his strong fingers found her muscle knots, and his straddle on her hips put a slight but growing pressure on a dimple above her butt.
Sam went without breast contact, for now. The woman on the screen was less-endowed than Kendra, but the sight of her had much to do with Sam's growth along Kendra's butt dimple. The longhaired blonde rose up enough from the prick she rode to show her slow, lavish grind on it, and she took into her mouth most of a porn-sized putz while fingering the hairless balls. The Asian woman with long straight hair licked one of the blonde's breasts.
"You're amazing," murmured Kendra. "You can look at that and mangle my back at the same time."
Sam recalled their bachelor party videos. Kendra, at one point, jerked one man, sucked another, and took a third in her pussy. Three women climaxed on Sam's cock, sometimes with another's breasts filling his hands and mouth. The memory of pleasuring many partners focused Sam on what had lately been a vague urge.
He leaned down to kiss Kendra's neck, and moved his hands to brush the sides of her breasts. "You need more mangling?"
She bucked up enough to push back his weight, spun to lie on her back, and pulled his head onto her bosom. "Nope! Now I want mingling!"
They stopped watching the porno.
They had been lovers for nearly two years, and had never grown stale. Sharing life had made their time together less exciting day-to-day, but once they allowed themselves to get frisky, familiar aspects like eyes and lips and skin quickly became stimulants. Kendra had a hunch, however, that soon their interest in wider-ranging sex might become a need.
Right now, though, she was thrilled by a slick move of Sam's fingers and thumbs that slid down both pairs of shorts at once.
"Yeah!" she said, grabbing the hair at the back of his head. "Your massage on my butt dimple did nothing for me outside, but my inside sure noticed!" She hooked a leg around his, and shivered as her clit hood rubbed across his thickening tool.
He said something in response, but didn't bother to get his mouth off her tits.
They rolled around, nipping and tickling and laughing.
It's like when we agreed to become primaries,
Sam thought.
Our hearts got serious while our bodies got frivolous.
She separated to knee-stand. Her look smoldered as she pulled off the band that mostly tamed her hair. She had allowed it to grow to mid-back after the wedding. His eyes widened as he lay flat, prick now going vertical.
She shook out the hair, some of it now obscuring her breasts. Then she angled her head and moved it slowly. The thick, straight, midnight tresses caressed his crotch. His cock grew more, pushing through the soft, teasing strands.
Back and forth she flowed the hair. She picked up his nearest hand and gently licked the fingers. His head tipped back, his throat emitting a gargly cry.