[Saddledrifter]

My wife and I are not regular swingers, and when we swing it is usually on the soft swing side. However, when we do hard swing, she seems to fully enjoy it at the moment, but has feelings of guilt for a week or more after the event. I don’t know whether it is because she is screwing outside of marriage, or because she so immensely enjoys the experience and feels that she should not.

So we were invited over to Deb’s and Ray’s house for dinner. They are not close friends, but we have known them for almost a year. After we arrived, there was time for several drinks, and when dinner was served, the wine came out. The four of us polished off three or four bottles by the completion of our meal. Then we retired to the den for several after-dinner drinks. I had always suspected Ray had an eye for my wife. He seemed to be fixated on her braless boobs and dark nipples showing beneath her thin, light blouses each time he had seen her. While finishing our drinks, it was no surprise when Ray said, “Hey, let’s try out our new hot tub..” My wife said, “We didn’t bring any suits.” Ray responded that they never wear suits in the hot tub, and that “we are all adults here.” My wife, I believe, was afraid of where this could go, and said, “I think I had better decline.” I then inserted that she had a neck problem, and the hot tub might really help it. So with a little persuasion, my wife acquiesced. Ray got another round of drinks together while everyone got undressed and in the tub. I sensed that the drinks were now getting much stronger. As we relaxed in that tub, Ray kept jumping out and refilling our glasses almost before they were empty. Soon everyone had loosened up, and there was flirting and dirty jokes, along with a lot of sexual innuendo. It then turned to playful handsie under the water, and then to light kissing between all members of the opposite sex. Then I saw Ray really lay a long Frenchy on my wife. I did likewise to Deb. Pretty soon there was heavy breathing, and the handsie became more involved. We had all been in the tub for over an hour, and the alcohol was really taking its effect on all of us in the 100-degree plus water. Finally, my wife exclaimed, I need to get out before my radiator boils over. Everyone had to agree that she was right on that account. We all exited the hot tub, dried off and went back into the den. I suppose it was to allow us to better cool off, but no one put his or her clothes back on. The kissing and necking between the Ray and my wife and Deb and I continued. I glanced over toward Ray and my wife. She was then bent forward over the back of the sofa spread-eagled with Ray giving her a thorough finger fucking. I began to accommodate Deb in the same fashion. Both women were moaning and groaning between heavy breaths. Then I heard my wife call out, “Don’t stop now – it’s coming – it’s coming!” I couldn’t readily see from my vantage point, but Ray was behind her, and I supposed that he was providing her a fist full of pleasure. I turned my attention back to Deb and realized that she was also climaxing from the finger fucking.

Then my wife made her way to the sofa, sat down, and said, “I have to cool off!” She was red faced and looked worn out. In fact, so did Deb. I said, “It just doesn’t seem fair that you ladies both had great climaxes and poor ol’ Ray and I are still sexually wanting.” Deb said, “So you want a blow job?” I shook my head affirmatively, as did Ray. Deb said to my wife, “Well, let’s get to it, missy.” With that, she dropped to her knees and took my member into her hand. My wife said, “Hold on, I can’t do that, because the only man that I have given a blow job to is my husband, and I can’t fathom putting another man’s dick in my mouth -- even Ray’s.” Ray said, “Well, we might be able to accommodate you honey.” He led us through the master bedroom and into the master bath. They had a huge shower with four shower heads at different heights on each opposite wall. The outside wall of the shower opened to a garden with the stars visible above. Deb turned on all the shower heads with very warm water. Then she grabbed a bar of soap and my dick and started lathering it up. My wife followed by doing the same for Ray. Then Deb said, “Aw, what the hell,” and dropped to her knees and swallowed up my stiff dick in her mouth and started going up and down on it. She was licking it and playing with it as she worked it up and down. My wife was eyeing all this action, and then I saw her also drop to her knees and take Ray’s dick in her mouth and start to give him a full-on blow job. It wasn’t long with my wife’s twirling tongue action that Ray was cumming big time. What shocked me even more was that my wife was not pulling away like she always does when I shoot. She will never leave my dick in her mouth while I shoot, because she hates the taste. However, she was letting Ray blow his entire wad in her mouth. Deb was doing the same for me. As Deb swallowed my load, my wife amazingly swallowed Ray’s snowball. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My wife didn’t think Ray’s load tasted any better than mine and quickly reached for her drink as a chaser.

Then I laid Deb in the shower floor with the warm water still beating down on our naked bodies and began kissing her tits and working down her body to French her pussy. She started breathing very heavy and moaning while writhing in ecstasy. Ray started doing the same with my wife. Shortly, thereafter, both girls started climaxing and groaning with each tongue lick. We all departed the shower totally exhausted. After cooling off, my wife and I dressed and took our leave.

I had one additional surprise on the way home. My wife told me that Ray had also screwed her from behind while she had been bent over the sofa during her finger fucking. I said that I didn’t realize that was occurring from my viewpoint. She asked if I was O.K. with it. I said that I was, but I secretly wish I had known so I could have given Deb a proper screwing. Oh, well, there is always next time. I just hope my wife doesn’t go through her standard guilt complex after she starts thinking about this evening.