Eniola had confided in me about her personal feelings and experiences, but I didn’t open up in return. To be honest, I had been a bit reckless, and I was worried that she wouldn’t understand. I definitely didn’t feel like I was in a position to judge Efe or Kitan’s actions either.
That night, Eniola and I had careful but great sex despite her protruding belly. Two weeks later, she gave birth. After the baby arrived, our lives became very busy and our sex life decreased. Having our first baby made frequent sex difficult, and having a baby and a toddler made it almost impossible. Eniola worked out and regained her figure, with bigger breasts. We struggled to find alone time together. Several years passed, and sex remained occasional.
About a year before her fifteenth reunion, we both realized we needed to do something, and we tried some fantasy game-playing. That worked at first, then it too became artificial and dull. We talked about swinging, dismissed that idea, and then discussed it again. A couple we knew was into swapping, and we talked to them about it. They agreed to teach us “the ropes.”
We hired a babysitter who could stay late, and Femi and Chioma had us over after dinner. As we sat in their living room sipping wine, they explained how swapping worked. Anne and I could see how aroused they were getting as they told us about their own experiences.
They could also see that Eniola and I were really nervous, so they taught us some signals, both verbal and silent. We had already agreed that whatever we did, we were going to do it with both of us present, and they adjusted our signals accordingly.
“Remember! If either of you wants to stop, just say the code word! We’ll understand! We’ve been there before, and we want you to be completely comfortable.” Chioma had proclaimed.
They had given us instructions on how to dress for the evening. Eniola and Chioma wore skirts and blouses, while Femi and I wore slacks and shirts. We looked neat but casual. Femi dimmed the lights and we started slow-dancing.
After each song, we switched partners. In a few minutes, we were kissing and holding each other very closely. Eniola whispered in my ear, “I could feel his erection pressing against me as we danced! You guys are really turning me on!”
We danced for about twenty minutes, taking short breaks for more wine. I was sitting with Chioma when she began to slowly unbutton my shirt, and it felt natural to do the same to her blouse.
I looked over and Femi and Eniola were doing the same thing. Chioma’s bra was almost transparent, and I felt myself getting really hard as I stared at her nipples. We tossed our shirts and the women’s blouses aside. Chioma and I danced together next, and I could feel her nipples pressing against me through my undershirt and her bra.
Every few minutes we took short breaks, drank wine, and kissed. During half of the earlier breaks Eniola and I had been together. Once we began undressing, I was always paired with Chioma as we relaxed and removed additional items of clothing.
Anne and I still danced together half of the time, but being undressed by someone else was definitely the beginning of swapping. I had never been this intimate with anyone else since we had gotten married, and I found that undressing a “new” woman was incredibly erotic – particularly since she was also undressing me. But I was also troubled.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted Eniola to be with Femi, but I really wanted to be with Chioma. I didn’t know if I could handle Eniola and Femi being together in front of me, even if I was with Chioma at the same time.
I knew that I would already be with Chioma if Eniola wasn’t in the room. Eniola was MY woman, and even though I was getting close to Femi’s wife, I didn’t want him to be close to mine. I laughed at my possessive attitude. But more than that I was incredibly turned on by Glenda.
During the breaks, Chioma and I continued undressing each other, with Eniola and Femi doing the same. I felt nervous as I took off Chioma’s bra, but she moaned as I touched her breasts. They were smaller than Eniola’s but firm and sensitive.
Femi was also touching Eniola’s breasts and I could hear her getting aroused. We danced four more songs, twice with each partner, with only one piece of clothing left. Femi and I were in boxers, and the women’s panties were getting wet. Their nipples stayed stiff even when we weren’t touching them actively. I was still uncomfortable with Eniola’s intimacy with Femi, but I didn’t want to stop what Chioma and I were doing.
While dancing with Chioma, she started to pull my underwear down. She ran her hands down my body, and when I took off my pants, she kissed and sucked on my penis. Her lips felt warm against me, and the warmth spread through my body.
I felt my breathing change. I took off her panties, and she pulled my face close to her crotch. Unlike Eniola, she was completely shaved. I looked directly at her exposed, open, and aroused vagina. It was incredibly erotic! And the scent from her sex was unmistakable!
Chioma moved her legs apart and shifted her hips back and forth. She was softly massaging my testicles. Her wet vagina was open, and all I had to do was sit down and pull her on top of me. I wanted to have sex with her, but then I remembered Eniola and Femi. Could I agree to have him have sex with my wife while I had sex with his?
Eniola was trembling as she stood over Femi, who was lying on his back with his penis pointing straight up. Her feet were on either side of his hips, and he was staring at her exposed and open genital area. All she had to do was squat down and mount him.
They were both ready. She looked at me with fear and lust in her eyes, giving the “Is it okay?” signal. I was unable to answer, so I replied with the same signal, letting her decide. We stared at each other without moving. I really wanted to say the “Stop now!” word, but I didn’t want to be a wimp in front of my naked and aroused wife.
Eniola and I were out of our depth, but before we could do anything, Chioma and Femi recognized our problem and slowed things down. Chioma and I ended up lying on sheets on their rug, kissing and caressing each other. Femi and I pleasured each other’s wives to reasonably good orgasms, but then Eniola and I both signaled that it was time for us to be together.
We made love as Femi and Chioma made love beside us. Other than on the team gang-fuck, I’d never seen another couple making love before. As far as I knew, nobody had ever watched Eniola and me, either. It was the most exciting sex I’d ever experienced!
During the next few hours, I became aroused and ejaculated three times while having sex with Eniola. We hadn’t had such intense sex since our honeymoon! Watching and hearing Femi and Chioma make love caused my erections to return quickly! The only swapping we did was changing partners so we could kiss and cuddle after having sex with our spouses.
Somehow, this simple change of partners for post-play made everything even more arousing, and it made me especially eager to make love to Anne again and again. As soon as Chioma began to get excited, I’d switch back to Eniola and take over from Femi. Anne practically exploded into orgasms, making me explode, too.
Femi and Chioma said goodbye to us just before 4:00 a.m. We had engaged in oral sex an hour before we left, and we could still taste it. Eniola and I had already dressed, but our host and hostess had not, and they were already having sex standing up before their door closed.
We hurried home, woke up and paid the babysitter, and as soon as her car left our driveway we made love on the living room rug. Still connected, I carried Eniola up to our bedroom and we made slow and gentle love until dawn and the baby woke us. I had never had such sexual energy, and I had never felt so deeply in love with Eniola before. We hadn’t swapped partners, but the intimacy we had shared with Femi and Chioma had somehow increased our sex drives.
Written by Sixtie 9ine
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