My First Wife Swap in Front of My Husband

I want to tell you about my first wife swap, because I still have trouble believing how far we went that night. It happened last autumn, although the idea had been circling around us for months. Marcos and I had already had a few affairs on our own: ours was an open relationship, with no secrets, and a trust that many people would find hard to understand. We told each other everything, and it was precisely that honesty that pushed us to take the plunge.

We met Diego and Lorena on holiday in Cádiz. That was where I let myself go like never before. It was Marcos who encouraged me, first to take off the top of my bikini in a secluded cove, and then to go further. He loved seeing me lose my inhibitions, and for a long time he had been fantasizing out loud about seeing me fuck another man in front of him.

Diego and Lorena had a completely liberal sex life. For them, sex outside the couple was the most normal thing in the world; they talked about it without taboos, the way someone might talk about a meal or a movie. Diego had, in fact, been the first man I slept with while married to Marcos. That first time wasn’t something planned; it just happened, and I already told you about it in another story.

I had spent weeks watching videos and browsing forums about wife swapping. One night, in bed, I decided to suggest it to my husband. Since he knew what had happened with Diego — I had told him everything — his answer left me speechless.

—Would you like to sleep with Diego again, Carla? —he asked me with a smile.

I couldn’t deny that the idea turned me on. I already knew Diego’s body, I knew he could take me to the edge of pleasure, and I was only worried that Marcos’s presence would make me self-conscious. On the other hand, I couldn’t miss the fact that my husband was attracted to Lorena. He always said she had a ten-out-of-ten body.

—It sounds good to me —I told him—, as long as you want to.

Marcos spoke to Diego and they arranged to see us one weekend. We would go to Valencia, where they lived. I didn’t know exactly what the two of them had agreed. We were meeting at their place, but I didn’t know whether the encounter would be there or somewhere else. My husband only asked one thing of me.

—Let yourself go, sweetheart. Be daring. I want to see you enjoy yourself.

He looks excited. I hope reality doesn’t disappoint us.

We’re a stable couple and very much in love. In these adventures we’re driven by nothing but pleasure, so we hadn’t even talked about setting specific limits. I knew Diego was an indefatigable lover, the kind who likes to do everything, and I was a little worried that Marcos might be shocked to see me really enjoying myself. He knows me: when I get turned on I’m very expressive, loud, and I rarely say no to anything.

The only thing we agreed on was a safe word. If either of us wanted to stop, we’d say “marea.” No toys, no plans. With Diego they weren’t needed; he alone was enough to drive a woman crazy.

***

We arrived at their house on a Saturday afternoon. Lorena was already there, and for a moment I thought we were going to a hotel. Instead they offered us a drink and the four of us sat down in the living room. Diego settled next to me, put an arm around my shoulders, and kissed me on the cheek. The situation made me feel awkward; I didn’t know where to put my hands. He noticed right away and said so to Lorena, who had sat down beside Marcos.

—I think Carla’s a bit shy.

Then Lorena stood up without saying a word and let her dress fall to the floor. She stayed completely naked in front of us. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Marcos and I looked at each other in surprise. For them, though, it didn’t seem like anything new. With complete ease, Diego reached for my breasts under my blouse and started caressing them while his mouth moved over my neck. My husband didn’t look away, and his face showed more and more satisfaction. I saw Lorena open his trousers and pull out his dick. That was when I understood that she was going to take part too, and that, instead of unsettling me, reassured me. I turned my head and started kissing Diego with real hunger.

When he let me go for a moment, Diego looked at my husband.

—Has your wife told you how she moaned when I fucked her? —he said—. I hope you do the same with mine.

I was already wet and decided to give myself over completely. I stood up and, like a porn actress, slowly stripped. The three of them watched me smiling.

—I don’t remember you being that provocative —Lorena said.

She had already taken Marcos’s cock out and was stroking him calmly. My husband looked happier by the second.

—Now you’ll see how Carla sucks dick —Diego boasted to his woman—. She’s a pro.

He pulled his trousers all the way down and shoved his huge cock into my mouth. Lorena did the same with Marcos. The four of us were already naked, fully immersed in the adventure, with no way back.

***

Marcos was the first to come. He did it in Lorena’s mouth, and she swallowed it without flinching, only saying, amused:

—Wow, you’ve started early. Now it’s your turn to eat my pussy.

Before kneeling in front of her, my husband looked for me with his eyes and blew me a kiss.

—I love you, baby. Enjoy it.

I sat on Diego’s cock and felt him fill me completely. His thrusts brought me to orgasm straight away. How embarrassing, us coming first and them still not there yet. But Diego didn’t care in the least. He kept fucking me hard, his hands squeezing my breasts, while I glanced sideways at Marcos eating Lorena’s pussy with a level of devotion I didn’t know he had in him.

Lorena wasn’t long in screaming with pleasure, just like I had a moment before. My husband had performed like a man, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It amused me to think about how different we women are when we come: they barely speed up their breathing, we shout it to the world. Maybe it’s because we’re less ashamed to show what we feel. They always have to prove something.

I was distracted by those thoughts when I felt Diego’s breathing become ragged. A moment later I felt my cunt flooded with his cum. The four of us had already had an orgasm, and I stayed there expectant, not knowing whether that was the end or only the beginning.

Lorena cleared that up at once.

—Shall I pour us another drink while we recover?

The idea of continuing made me happy. I looked at my husband and said, without thinking:

—We came here to fuck.

I don’t know what pushed me to be so shameless. I suppose it was the excitement of this new way of living sex that Marcos had been suggesting to me for so long. The four of us were still naked, and I admit my eyes kept drifting again and again to Diego’s cock. Marcos noticed and, far from being bothered, made the situation even hotter.

—Here’s my little wife —he said—. There isn’t a trip where she doesn’t end up fucking someone.

Far from making me uncomfortable, hearing him say it encouraged me even more. I went over to him and kissed him.

—Are you enjoying yourself, my love?

He didn’t need to answer. His face said it all.

***

I didn’t take long to go back to Diego. I sat on his thighs. His cock was still resting, so he didn’t penetrate me; he started caressing my breasts while I devoured his mouth. Behind me I heard Lorena.

—Now I want you to fuck me in the ass.

My husband must have been hard again. I was starting to get wet too, so I knelt down and went for Diego’s cock, licking it slowly until it hardened again. Then he positioned me with my back to him and penetrated my ass. I let out a small cry of pain. Marcos, with everything in front of him, grew concerned.

—Are you okay, my love?

I nodded yes.

Little by little my ass adapted to that huge cock. My buttocks rose and fell to the rhythm Diego set, and having my husband opposite me, watching everything, turned me on in a way I had never felt before. The new orgasm wasn’t long in coming, and my screams must have infected Lorena and Marcos, because they both came almost at the same time too.

Diego was still hard. I knelt down again and sucked him off once more, while my husband encouraged me from the sofa.

—Come on, baby. Show them how horny you are.

That kind of talk drives me wild. I sucked him with hunger until Diego came in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but there was so much that some of it escaped from the corner of my lips.

***

Suddenly I felt hands attacking me from behind. They started caressing my breasts and my pussy. I turned my head: it was Lorena touching me. I had a moment of doubt, because an affair with another woman wasn’t part of my plans. But, in a way I still can’t explain, pleasure took hold of me again.

Her lips were a hand’s breadth from mine. I started kissing her without really knowing what I was doing. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue inside. There was no turning back now. The two of us tangled together like real lovers, touching each other shamelessly, and for the first time that night I reached a third orgasm, this time alongside the wife of the man who had just fucked me several times.

I was left exhausted, sprawled on my back on the floor. Marcos looked at me, surprised by what he had just seen, but not angry in the slightest. On the contrary.

They offered us a shower. We didn’t stay the night. On the way to the hotel, Marcos took my hand.

—Did you have a good time? —he asked me—. I enjoyed myself more than I expected.

We agreed that this would become part of our sex life. The next day the four of us met for lunch at a restaurant in the harbor. There was no sex, just conversation, laughter, and plans to do it again. The four of us had had a blast.

The truth is I felt more comfortable than I had imagined fucking in front of my husband. I’m very happy with the experience, and the only regret I have is waiting so long to try it. We’ll have to make up for lost time. Since then we started going to the occasional swingers’ club, although we also have a fairly open couple of friends whom we may suggest it to.

Marcos has fulfilled one of his dreams. Now it’s my turn to think about which of my fantasies will be next.