The Traffic-Light Game That Changed Our Night

My name is Daniel, and I’m married for the second time to Carolina, who also came to me after a divorce when we met. By the time we went back down the aisle, neither of us was exactly inexperienced: between her separation and mine, we’d both had our stories, our nights, and our lessons. I’m thirty-nine; she’s thirty-five. We had never done a real swap, though the idea had been circling us for a while. What I never imagined was that the first time would come like this, out of nowhere, on an ordinary Saturday night.

We love the cinema. Once or twice a month we sneak off to the multiplex downtown, watch a movie, and then grab dinner somewhere nearby. It’s our little ritual, the way we break the routine without making things too complicated.

That Saturday we left the screen hungry and got into the line for a steakhouse that’s always packed. There were about eight people ahead of us, so we assumed we’d be seated in no time. And sure enough, soon we were next. But the host, instead of giving us a table, offered it to a group further back.

—Why them before us? —I asked, more surprised than annoyed.

—It’s just that you’re only two —he apologized—. I have very few small tables and I have to wait until one opens up. I give the bigger ones to groups of four or more.

The man waiting behind us leaned forward.

—If you don’t mind, we can ask for a table for four and all get in sooner —he suggested with an open smile—. Everyone pays their own way, of course.

I told him that was fine by us. We passed the message along to the host and, within minutes, the four of us were settled around a round table, each one opposite their partner. We introduced ourselves. They were Andrés and Bárbara, a couple a bit older than us, maybe five years, ordinary-looking and normal, just like us. But both she and Carolina had that kind of presence that makes anyone at a nearby table look twice.

The dinner livened up right away. Andrés told stories with charm, Bárbara laughed freely, and by the time dessert came we already felt like four old friends. I suggested we end the night with a drink.

—I’m in —said Andrés—. Though the bars around here on Saturdays are a hell of a crowd.

We found out for ourselves. We went to a couple of places and they were all overflowing. That was when Bárbara, shrugging, came up with the idea that changed everything.

—Why don’t you come back to our place for that drink? We live just a step away, we can walk and it’ll be much more relaxed.

***

The problem was the car, which we’d left in the cinema parking lot and didn’t want to abandon there. Andrés solved that detail: the four of us went in our car to their place, less than fifteen minutes away. It was a spacious, cozy apartment, with a living room dominated by a large sofa and a cabinet full of books and boxes.

Carolina, Bárbara and I sat down while Andrés prepared the drinks in the kitchen. We talked about our lives, how each couple had met, about travel. At one point, Bárbara stood up.

—What if we play something? We’ve got loads of board games, we can have a laugh for a while.

We said yes. She opened a door in the cabinet and started pulling out boxes: cards, Parcheesi, strategy games. I saw a trivia box and pointed to it.

—Better that one, the strategy games take forever and it’ll be daybreak before we finish.

Bárbara smiled in a way I couldn’t quite read.

—That one is a little… modified. We call it the “traffic-light game.”

Andrés, coming back with the glasses, filled in the explanation when he saw our confused faces. They had turned the trivia game into something with a sexual component. You started at green, with very mild challenges; if things were heating up, you moved to amber, a bit hotter; and only if all four of us agreed, you got to red, where the dares were the real thing.

—Dare to try it? —Bárbara asked, chin resting on her hand.

Carolina and I exchanged a quick glance. We can always stop whenever we want, I thought.

—Why not —I said—. But only on the condition that we can stop at any moment.

—Of course —she replied—. No one forces anyone to do anything here.

We sat down at the dining table. The mechanics were simple: each person rolled two dice and whoever got the lowest score drew a question card. If they answered correctly, nothing happened. If they got it wrong, they took a card of the color called for and completed the challenge.

***

Green was, as promised, harmless. A kiss on the cheek for the opposite partner, a sensual three-step dance, things like that. After two rounds those cards ran out and they asked if we wanted to keep going. We said yes, more out of politeness than anything else.

Then they brought out the amber deck, quite a bit thicker. The first to lose was Bárbara, who missed the question and, without a trace of embarrassment, read her dare and took off her sweater while laughing. She was left in a bra, one with sheer cups that hid nothing: her dark, heavy nipples showed through, pointing upward. The temperature in the room shot up and I could feel Carolina’s eyes going to that chest just as mine did.

Then I lost, but answered the question and saved myself. On the next round Carolina lost and, after missing hers, she got rid of her bra without taking off her T-shirt, a tightrope-walker’s maneuver that drew a laugh from everyone. The thin fabric clung to her body, revealing two hardened little points that Andrés made no effort to stop looking at. She lost again on the following turn and chose to pull down her pants; she was left in a thong and T-shirt, those long legs exposed and the black thong marking her slit.

—Wow —murmured Andrés, and I couldn’t fault him. A bulge was starting to show in his pants and he did nothing to hide it.

When the amber deck was exhausted, the situation was this: Andrés and I shirtless, Bárbara with her breasts bare —two big white tits, with wide areolas and stiff nipples— and Carolina in a thong, no bra but still wearing her shirt. The alcohol, the conversation, and the game itself had all four of us heated up, with our cocks halfway hard under our pants and their panties surely starting to get wet.

—Do you dare to go red? —Bárbara asked while Andrés refilled the glasses.

This time Carolina stepped forward first.

—Yes. But we stick to the rule of stopping whenever someone wants to.

***

They put away the amber cards and the red ones came out. The first to fall again was Carolina. Her challenge: wearing a blindfold, guess which of the three had kissed her with tongue. We drew lots with the dice and Bárbara got the assignment. I watched her lean toward my wife and eat her mouth with a long, wet kiss, sucking her tongue with no haste at all, and Carolina let out a soft moan that did not go unnoticed. She missed —said it had been me— and had to take off her T-shirt. Her breasts were left exposed, smaller than Bárbara’s but perfect, with pink nipples and very hard.

—Good God, Carolina —Andrés blurted—. Anyone would kill to have those.

And he didn’t hide it: he ran his tongue over his lips as if he were already picturing them in his mouth.

We all laughed. I was next. I flat-out refused the identical dare, because I didn’t feel like being kissed by Andrés, and they jokingly called me a coward. They gave in: they put the blindfold on me and Bárbara kissed me. I knew it instantly; the way she kissed was nothing like my wife’s, more aggressive, hungrier, tongue shoved all the way down my throat and one hand that brushed my package “by accident.” I deliberately answered that it had been Carolina. Result: pants off, I was left in my briefs, and the bulge of my cock left no room for doubt.

Then Bárbara lost, and that was where things really took off. Her card said she had to guess, blindfolded, whose cock she was going to have in her mouth for thirty seconds: Andrés’s or mine. I wanted it to be me, and Andrés, leaning close to my ear, granted me “the honor.”

I pulled my briefs down to my ankles and stood before her with my cock already fully hard. Bárbara, kneeling, groped with her hands, found my thighs, worked her way up to the base of my shaft, and gripped it firmly. She took it into her mouth without hurry, first just the tip, sucking the head like a candy, circling the glans with her tongue. Then she opened wider and swallowed me halfway. I felt her warm palate, the edge of her teeth barely grazing me, her tongue working me from underneath. She started moving forward and back, taking me by the base with her hand and pumping me against her lips, while her other hand weighed my balls. When she was just about to take me all the way, the tip hit the back of her throat and she let out a muffled moan that vibrated through my cock. Those were the longest, most delicious thirty seconds of my life: drooling, noisy, sticking her tongue out to lick me from balls to tip and back into her mouth again. I glanced at Carolina and saw her with a hand inside her thong, biting her lip.

In the end she said it had been Andrés, so she failed and took off her pants; she was left in her thong, splendid, with a perky ass and a clearly marked wet spot at her crotch. Later I connected the dots: she had missed on purpose, because Andrés was uncircumcised and I wasn’t, so telling us apart was impossible.

We rolled again and Carolina lost once more. The red card sent her to the sofa, blindfolded, to guess which of the three would lick her clit for half a minute. There she hesitated.

—Daniel —she told me, looking for me with her eyes—, don’t you think this is getting out of hand?

I leaned in and spoke softly to her. I reminded her that we had started the game together, that in the swinger clubs —where we went without ever taking the next step— she liked the friction with other women, and that she should enjoy it whether the chosen one was Bárbara or me. And if chance pointed to Andrés, that too. She nodded slowly, stood up, and sat on the sofa. We put the blindfold on her.

Since Andrés had granted me the honor with Bárbara, I returned the gesture: I whispered that now it was his turn. We set the timer to zero. Andrés knelt between my wife’s legs, tugged her thong aside, and without further preamble shoved his tongue into her cunt. I saw perfectly how he opened her with two fingers and licked her from bottom to top, stopping at the clit, sucking it, tapping it with the tip of his tongue in quick little flicks. Carolina arched her back at once.

—Ahhh… keep going, keep going, don’t stop —Carolina panted—. Don’t stop… stop!

—So which is it? —Bárbara laughed—. Stop or don’t stop?

—Don’t stop the one eating me… but stop the clock! —she answered, and we burst out laughing.

***

From that point on there were no more cards. Bárbara sat next to me on the sofa, pulled off her thong and dropped it to the floor, spread her legs wide, and looked at me with a shamelessness that left no room for doubt. For the first time I saw her cunt: completely shaved, with the inner lips thick and prominent, already shiny from how wet she was.

—And what are you waiting for?

I knelt on the floor and buried my face between her thighs. I ran my tongue all the way through her slit, from bottom to top, and felt her shiver. I parted her with my fingers, exposing the clit —swollen, stiff, the size of a pea— and I began to lick it slowly, circling it, then trapping it between my lips and sucking. She answered every movement of my tongue with a tremor. I slid two fingers into her and felt the hot, wet walls contract around them. I started fucking her with my fingers while still sucking her clit. I held her by the hips with my free hand and she hooked her legs around my neck to keep me from getting away, crushing my face against her cunt.

—Eat me right, eat me all —she panted—. Yes, like that, put your tongue in me, put your fingers in me…

I did as she asked. I pulled my fingers out and pushed my tongue in as far as I could, moving it inside her, tasting the strong flavor of her, salty and sweet at the same time. I went back to the clit and added a third finger. I was fucking her cunt with three fingers and sucking that little pearl at the same time, and Bárbara began to pant faster and faster, twisting on the sofa.

Out of the corner of my eye I looked for Carolina. She had ripped off the blindfold and, discovering that Andrés was the one devouring her, she let herself go completely. His face was buried in her cunt and he was holding her thighs open with both hands, moving his head nonstop, eating her like a starving man.

—Yes! You do it so well… I’m going to come —she moaned—. Eat me, eat me all, deeper… I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!

At one point she reached out and found my hand. She squeezed it just as a shiver ran through her whole body, and I saw her stomach contract in waves while Andrés sucked out everything that came from her cunt. She came with a force I had rarely seen in her, and I know what I’m talking about: her thighs and Andrés’s hand got soaked when he pulled out. Andrés broke away with a shiny mouth, went to the cabinet, took out a condom, pulled down his pants and briefs —he had a thick cock, not very long but broad, uncircumcised as Bárbara had correctly deduced— put the condom on, rolling it down with a calm that burned me, and came back. Carolina looked at him, I smiled at her, and she closed her eyes. He turned her without ceremony, left her on her knees on the sofa facing the wall, spread her ass cheeks with both hands, and with one thrust buried himself to the hilt. I watched my wife’s cunt open to swallow another man, and she let out a long howl.

—Ah, fuck, yours is so thick! Put it all in me!

Bárbara, panting, pulled me out from between her legs. She took a condom, drew my cock out of my briefs, put it on herself with her mouth —sliding it down with her lips in a move like a professional whore that nearly made me come right there—, sat me on the sofa, and climbed on top of me, sinking down to the hilt in one stroke. She gave a hoarse cry at feeling me fully inside her.

—So nice, so long, so straight… like that, like that, that’s how I like it.

It was the first time since we’d been married that we’d reached a full swap. Bárbara began moving on top of me, rising and falling, her hands braced on my shoulders, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone on every descent. I grabbed her waist and helped set the rhythm, feeling how her cunt clenched around me with every thrust. I stroked breasts more generous than my wife’s, weighed them in my hands, squeezed them, bit her nipples —hard as rocks— and took them one after the other into my mouth, sucking hard. She threw her head back and dug her nails into my neck.

—Fuck me, fuck me harder, faster…

And she kept looking at Carolina, who was saying everything that came into her head while Andrés fucked her doggy-style faster and faster, with her buttocks trembling on every thrust.

—Like that! Don’t stop… don’t stop!

I leaned in as far as I could, without pulling out of Bárbara, held my wife by the back of the neck, and kissed her deeply, with tongue, never stopping my movement inside the other woman.

—Do you like feeling someone who isn’t me, my love? —I whispered in her ear—. Do you like another cock fucking your cunt?

—Yes! It feels so good! It’s huge, he’s huge… I’m coming… I’m coming!

Another shudder ran through her, her legs went rigid, and she collapsed face-down over the arm of the sofa with her ass up while Andrés kept pounding her without mercy. Almost at the same time he let out a hoarse grunt announcing the same and sank his fingers into my wife’s hips, unloading inside the condom with two, three final stabs. Bárbara kept riding me for a few seconds more, faster and faster, looking me in the eyes and biting her lip.

—Come for me, come inside me, I want to feel it…

And I came. We both came almost simultaneously, with spasms that left me breathless, feeling the condom fill while her cunt tightened around me in the final squeeze. She gave me a long, tongue-filled kiss and settled beside me, both of us sweating and out of breath. Andrés and I removed our condoms, tied them off, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

***

—How was it with Bárbara? —he asked me there, perfectly naturally, while he rinsed his cock in the sink—. I had a wonderful time with Carolina. She has the tightest cunt; I worked it until it was steaming.

I was honest. I told him it had been our first real swap and that I’d enjoyed it twice over: for myself and for seeing my wife surrender herself to another man. He was surprised; we had seemed so relaxed that he’d assumed it was habit.

We went back to the living room. Our partners were sitting there, legs crossed, laughing as they talked about what had just happened. Andrés refilled the glasses; I, dizzy from all the alcohol, asked for just a tonic water. While he went to get it, Bárbara slid over until she was pressed against me, still naked, and took my limp cock in her hand, weighing it.

—Come taste again what I’ve got here —she murmured, spreading her legs and showing me the cunt reddened from being fucked so much—. That gives that sweet little thing time to recover.

I looked down at myself: I was limp, but something told me I wouldn’t stay that way long. Without thinking I threw myself between her legs and plunged my tongue back into her cunt. She tasted like me, like her, of sweat and sex, and I licked every bit of her I could find. Carolina, watching us, started touching herself, opening her legs in the armchair, running two fingers up and down her slit while her other hand pinched her nipples. Andrés came back with the tonic water and stood there for a few seconds, glass in hand, watching the scene.

—Good grief! You were thirsty, weren’t you? Already drinking from the fountain —he joked.

He set the glass down, took Carolina —who was already sliding two fingers deep into her cunt—, led her to the middle of the room, lay down on the rug with his cock firm again and pointing at the ceiling, and sat her on top of him with nothing between them. She didn’t protest. I watched her lower herself slowly, feeling how her cunt opened little by little around that thick cock until it swallowed him whole, and then she started riding him at her own pace, her hands braced on Andrés’s hairy chest and her tits bouncing. Bárbara pulled me away by the hair.

—Now it’s my turn —she said, and knelt to give me a blow job that pushed me right to the edge almost immediately.

She sucked me with hunger, even better than the first time because there was no clock now. She took me all the way to her throat, stuck out her tongue and licked my balls one by one, taking them into her mouth too, and swallowed me again with a wet sound, moving her head up and down faster and faster, one hand working the base and the other probing between my ass cheeks. I had to pull away, tugging her hair back, so I wouldn’t come in her mouth too soon. I wanted more. She laughed, strings of spit hanging from her lips, and got onto all fours facing the wall, arching her back and sticking her ass out toward me.

—Go ahead. But now like them, nothing on, and I want to feel you inside.

I knelt behind her. I spread her ass cheeks with both hands and saw her swollen cunt, shiny, and also her tiny hole higher up. I ran the head of my cock along her slit, wetting myself in her moisture, and thrust in all the way at once. I let out a moan at feeling her skin on skin, no rubber, hot. I started fucking her slowly, with long thrusts, pulling out almost to the tip and driving back in, turning my head to watch Carolina riding Andrés, completely uninhibited, eyes closed and mouth parted.

—Harder, Daniel, give it to me harder —Bárbara panted—. Ruin my cunt, give it to me like a whore…

I did as she asked. I grabbed her by the hips and started driving into her with all my strength, hearing the sound of my balls slapping against her clit every time I hit bottom, and her gasps growing sharper and sharper. I smacked her ass and she gave a cry of pleasure. I smacked it again, and again, and left her cheek red. I leaned over her back, grabbed her tits from underneath, squeezed them hard, and fucked her cowgirl-style, biting the back of her neck. The filthiness of that image, the crossfire of the four of us moaning, the smell of sex that soaked the room, made everything more intense. I couldn’t hold out long: I felt the tingle rising from my balls, she felt it too and pushed her ass back to take me in.

—Come inside, come inside, fill me up…

And I came. I emptied myself in Bárbara in great spurts, in waves, holding her by the waist so I wouldn’t let go, and collapsed over her back, feeling my cum slide down her thighs when I pulled out, dripping. On the other side, Carolina collapsed against Andrés’s chest just as he, with a grunt, finished inside her too, without a condom this time, gripping her ass and driving it home to the knot as he emptied himself. I saw a white thread run down the inner side of my wife’s thigh when she sat up.

We gradually fell silent, breathing hard, our bodies shining with sweat and fluids. Bárbara held out her hand to my wife.

—Come on, let’s wash up.

Andrés and I were left alone. He didn’t comment on what had happened; he only said we weren’t fit to drive and that if we wanted we could stay in the guest room. I checked with Carolina and she agreed. We went to bed, each with our own partner. She passed out instantly. It took me longer: my head spun from the alcohol and from everything we had done, until exhaustion finally won.

When I woke, past ten o’clock, they already had breakfast ready. We went over the night with laughter and coffee. With Andrés and Bárbara we forged a friendship that lasts, and on other occasions we’ve repeated that move, and a few others besides. What began as a simple change of tables in a restaurant line ended up opening a door we never wanted to close again.