Date: Fri, 4 Jun 2021 03:59:16 +0000
From: Southern Deep Impact <southerndeepimpact@hotmail.com>
Subject: Husband Swap

This encounter took place in either 1988 or 1989, I forget which year it
was exactly, when I would have been either 25 or 26. I was in the Air
Force in the early 80's, where I experimented a bit with gay sex, but
had not done anything much after that. Pretty much "gay for the stay",
and after I got out, got married, and never did it again. Well, there was
one more such encounter very shortly after I got out with a blonde I met
on a BBS chat system.... And her husband..... But nothing in the (I guess
it would have been) about six years after.

My next door neighbor, Kevin and I have been friends for a few years, and
we often had each other over to each other's place for BBQ or drinks.
Whenever it was just me and Kevin, we used to talk about our wives. I had
gotten married two years earlier, and I don't know how long Kevin had
been married to Debbie, his wife. Neither of us have kids yet.


This particular weekend, Kevin's wife was out of town to visit her
parents, and my wife was out of town at a conference for her work. So,
again, we are at his place, watching TV and talking about everything, and
again, our conversation turned to our wives. We wondered if they might be
interested in a "wife swap". And, I have to admit, the idea of having
Debbie made me rock hard just thinking about it. Her tits were huge
enough I could bury my face in just one of them.


But we decided, there was probably no way they'd agree to it. So, we
continued with our beers, and watching TV.


But then, then Kevin, right out of the blue says, "I wonder if they
would agree to a husband swap?"


So, I said, "Probably not. That's the same thing as a wife swap. Either
way, they have to take another man."


"No, I mean a husband swap, as in the husbands take each other. They'd
probably love to watch that. Hell they'd probably invite their
girlfriends over for the party."


I hadn't considered that for a moment. I couldn't really think of
anything to say. What the hell do you say in answer to something like
that?


He continued, "I've always wanted to fuck your wife. And I KNOW you've
wanted to fuck mine. But what if I just pretended I was fucking your
wife?" He knew he had me. I had thought often of fucking Debbie. It was
the subject of countless shower jerk-offs.


"How? You mean you want to fuck me, and pretend I'm Lisa?"


Holy shit. I was starting to understand where he was going.


Then he says, "Let's slam three shots of vodka, and see what we
decide." I can't look like a pussy, so I agree. And three shots of
vodka later (on top of the 5 or 6 beers already in my system), I'm
starting to warm up to the idea.


"So, let me get this straight. You want to fuck me, and pretend I'm my
wife, and you are fucking my wife?"

"Yep!... And don't think I haven't done this before already!"


By now, I could see he was getting excited about it. And he said he'd
done this before, so I'm guessing it turns out alright. Besides, no one
would ever know, and neither of our wives are here to unexpectedly walk
in on us.


The vodka in my system says, "Ok. What do I do?" He says, "Go over to
your house and get some of your wife's clothing." This is crazy, but
I'm getting kinda exited myself by now.


So, I head over to my house, and grabbed a pair of my wife's panties,
hose, and a bra, and headed out on my adventure. Just to make it legit, I
spray some of my wife's perfume on the clothing. If he's gonna fuck me
like Lisa, I might as well smell like her. She's always worn "White
Shoulders", which TOTALLY turns me on because of, well, High School in
the late 70s. Every teenage girl wore "White Shoulders".


Also, I thought I might could help out a bit if I brought my thin profile
"mouth-guard" teeth covers - something that covers your teeth, like
boxers wear, but much thinner. I had got them while in the Air Force, and
had to wear them during egress training (ejection seat simulator) so that
you didn't bite your tongue. Similar to today's "InvisAlign" teeth
straighteners. Very thin, and not bulky. You almost can't tell they are
on just by looking. I had learned in my Air Force days that keeping my
mouth open wide enough to keep my teeth of his shaft was difficult after
many minutes sucking a cock. With these, I would be able to relax a bit,
making my mouth tighter, without my teeth scraping his shaft.

Just as I was leaving, I saw a stick of lipstick, and thought, "hell,
why not?", and grabbed it too.


When I get back to Kevin's place, he's already completely naked,
sitting on the couch, and his dick is in plain view, and it is WAY larger
than I expected.


He tells me to get dressed in front of him, which I do. So, there I am -
beer, vodka, and horny inebriated - standing in front of him with my
wife's bra and panties on and wearing some thigh high black hose with a
garter strap around my thighs holding them up.


This is really more embarrassing than I thought it would be. I'd
experimented in my "gay for the stay" days in the military, but never
gone full cross-dresser. In the AF, with my roommate Bill, I'd just let
him come into the room, drunk from the NCO club, or the Panama City Beach
clubs, to find me face down on my bed, already asleep, with my naked ass
in the air (once with panties on) for him to take advantage of. But I'd
certainly never cross dressed directly in the view of someone watching me
actually putting it all on.


I tell him that I brought some lipstick, would he like me to use it?
(I'm quite small. Just 5'6", very blonde, fairly trim, but with some
body fat to make "curves" here and there, and very pale skinned. I have
almost no body hair, except a light pubic hair, so I'm smooth and white
all over. Kevin is 6'7" and about a hundred pounds more than me). Yeah,
he wants the lipstick, so I put some on, rather messily, I'm sure. But
he says it looks fine.


He tells me to kneel, and again, reassures me he's done this before and
not to worry. The more he talks ABOUT what he's going to do, the more
horny I'm getting and wish he would get on with it. By now, I'm really
wanting to get fucked. He tells me to get on my knees, and then stands in
front of me. His dick is not "hanging" there, because he's pretty hard
by now, but not all the way. He takes his dick in hand and lifts it up to
my face.


I'm here. This was the plan that three shots of vodka called, and it's
too late to back out now. I'm wearing panties, black fishnet hose, and a
bra, and some sloppily smeared on lipstick, on my knees in front of an at
least 9 inch long dick -- I can't imagine what I must look like. But I
am TOTALLY horny by now. I am wanting that dick to penetrate every place
on my body that it can. And Kevin seems intent on starting with my mouth.


Here I am kneeling in front of him, and there's his dick in his hand.
I'm guessing he expects me to suck it. And by now, I'm actually excited
about it, but I give him the look of someone who is a bit worried. I
think back over the videos I've watched. Cheap, fake, ..... This is not
even nearly that.


Fucking hell, here I am with a 9 inch dick in front of my face, and not a
camera anywhere. It settles on me that what I do here will never appear
anywhere. Whatever is about to transpire, will not ever be known by
another human being, anywhere. So, that's a bit liberating. (This is in
the days before digital cameras or the internet, and any other kind of
video camera was so big it would be plainly obvious if it was in the
room. So, it's safe to proceed.)


I take a moment to look at what he's put before me. He's clean shaven,
entirely. His skin is completely smooth, everywhere. I reach out my hand
and cup his balls. They are amazingly smooth and soft. They are smoother
than the skin on my cheek. Unbelievably soft and smooth. I fondle them in
my hand. I've never touched skin so smooth and soft, not even on my
wife. My own wife's tits are not as smooth and soft as his ball sack.


Something has to start this, so, just to break the ice, I leaned forward
just a bit so that the head of his dick just lightly touching my lips. A
little drop of something was there, so he slid the head of his dick back
and forth over my lips, lubricating them with whatever this fluid was.


He stops and asks me if I want some lubrication, so, I say "Well, my
mouth is already wet, so I guess no..." But he recommends it anyway, and
suggests coconut oil. "It's smooth, and tastes good", he says.


But, I'm pretty sure I do not need it, so we proceed.


I kinda knew that this was the point of no return. If he pushed that
thing into my mouth, I would officially be "giving head". From this day
forward, I would forever be a cock sucker. (Well, technically I already
am because of my Air Force days.) And if I swallowed anything, well...
What's the term for that?


He placed his hands on the back of my head, gently pulling me in, but not
forcing me. He didn't need to. I wanted to go down. I wanted to feel
that shaft sliding across my lips and down into my throat.


He pushed his dick into my mouth, and right away started down my throat.
But, that was a bit hard.


My mouth offered no resistance, but my throat DID. There was this point
at the back, that just did not want to allow access. It was just too
tight to fit through. It seems he was right about that lube. So I pulled
back and asked about that lube. He brought out the coconut oil, and gave
his dick a good slathering of it, and came right back to my mouth.


He was right about that lube. It made everything slide so softly and
easily, and this time, his thrust sent his dick right into my throat. He
didn't even slow down. Inch after inch just glided in with no
resistance. I could feel every inch of that shaft as it slid past my
lips, and into the back of my mouth, and it kept on going into my throat.
I'm pretty good about not gagging when something hits the back of my
throat. If you concentrate on it, and just do not try to resist it, just
commit to not making ANY movement or reaction, you really can avoid
gagging. Let it go, and just relax everything, and it will go right in.
And right in it went.


He was completely clean shaven and baby soft smooth, so when I reached
the bottom, my lips were met with nothing but silky smooth skin, my nose
pressing into his soft, smooth belly, with my mouth as wide open as I
could get it, and a shaft that went all the way down DEEP into my throat,
and those super smooth, super soft balls were pressed against my chin. My
teeth-guard is keeping my teeth of his shaft, so it's smooth sailing all
the way for him, and I can relax my jaw muscles, not having to keep my
mouth open as wide as I possibly could. The entire length of his dick is
laying all the way across my tongue, and down into my throat, where it
makes my throat bulge.


I'm wondering if his wife's pussy is this tight around his dick? He is
literally stretching my throat wide open, and it's wrapped *tight*around
his shaft. I can feel my throat compressing his dick as it slides in and
out, like pushing a water balloon through a narrow opening. My throat
feels every last movement that he makes, while my lips are wrapped around
the base of his shaft and his hands are on the back of my head, gently
pushing deeper, with his dick filling and stretching my throat tight.


I stayed there for a few seconds until I ran out of air and came back up.
Another breath, and back down I went, to the bottom. Another breath, and
back down to the bottom. Another breath, and back down. Another breath,
and back down. Each time, I tried to stay down longer, squeezing his
shaft tightly with my throat muscles, and listening to him moan each time
I did. It was amazing. The tighter I squeezed my throat, the more he
would moan.


He seemed to know that I needed "air breaks", and didn't complain when
I came up. Something about that "I've done this before" bit came to
mind. I knew he had shoved this dick down other throats than mine, and I
was kinda thankful that he had experience, and that he knew that and let
me get air.


As he thrust in and out, giving me breaks -- damn he knew how to make
this happen -- I just kneeled there and let him thrust. I could see my
lipstick smeared all up and down the entire length of his shaft
indicating how deep I'd been before with every thrust.


He was being remarkably gentle about this, and I wondered if he'd
learned that from orally taking his own wife's mouth. He was treating me
very gently, and I appreciated that. But I was also feeling a bit more
savage than that, so on my next "come up for air", I looked up and him
and said, "You don't have to be so gentle. Fuck me!!! Make me SWALLOW
your cum."


He looked almost like he didn't want to, but then a look came over his
eyes, and I knew he was fantasizing about something. Perhaps something
he'd always wanted to do, but Debbie wouldn't let him do... Something
like savagely raping her mouth with force.


I started to think, "Maybe I shouldn't have said that", but it was too
late. He reached forward and grabbed me by my hair with one hand, and my
bra by the other, and forcibly pulled my face to his crotch. He lifted
his dick, and told me to suck his balls. Which, of course I immediately
did.


At first, I just buried my face in them. That felt very much like what it
felt like when I buried my face in my wife's boobs, and had more than
once fantasized what it would feel like to bury my face in one of HIS
wife's huge tits. But his balls were a good substitute, and I smeared my
face all over them and then took each ball into my mouth to "play with
it" with my tongue, while his dick went over my forehead and over the
top of my head.


I wondered for just a moment what Kevin would think about me playing with
his asshole while doing this. My hands are already around his back,
grabbing both his ass cheeks pulling him into me. So, I slide a finger up
between his cheeks and just gently tickle around his asshole.


Suddenly, he changed in a BIG way, and grabbed both sides of my head,
pulled his dick out of my mouth, and thrust it back in with incredible
FORCE. In one thrust, it went all the way in, broke through that "tight
spot" at the opening of my throat, and just plunged all 9 inches into me
in one savage thrust. And this time, he didn't let me come up. He had
both hands, now, around the back of my head, forcing himself into me, and
staying there. Even once I started to get uncomfortable, he held me
tightly there. I start pressing against his legs a bit. Then a bit more.
Then in a panic, a LOT more. And he let me up. I came up with a gasp, and
as soon as I had it, he plunged all the way back in, balls deep in my
face, pushing my head down so forcefully that my nose is flat against his
belly and he's almost pushing his balls into my mouth, too. And again,
he lets' me up at the last moment. But even through this, he seems to
know where my "air supply limit" is, and he always let's me back up. I
guess that's the "done this before" thing. (Maybe with Debbie? If so,
I am impressed. Damn, that girl must give hella head. I'm secretly
hoping I still get a shot at her.)


He started plunging in and out with wild abandon. My throat is stretched
tight around his shaft, and the more he thrusts into my throat, the more
I feel my throat bulging under my chin, and the more I feel every inch of
his dick stretching my throat. It's wrapped around his dick as tightly
as a sausage skin. I feel *every* move of it, every inch of it all the
way down my throat to who knows where the head of it is. Fuck! If he came
now, would he cum in my lungs? Every time he pushes in, my throat bulges
wider. Every time he pulls back, my throat feels empty. He spends the
next few minutes just plunging that huge dick into and out of my throat,
while I keep my hands on his ass cheeks from behind pulling him tighter
and more forcefully into my mouth and throat.


All the while, I can feel his hands on the back of my head, pushing me
in, deeper and deeper. I've always been pretty good about not gagging.
But not this time. His huge cock, combined with strong thrusts are
definitely making me gag. My throat is so filled with his meat that I
can't make a single sound. With his meat tightly wrapped in my throat,
stretching it to it's limit, all my soundless gagging just seems to him
to be my throat muscles squeezing him tighter and tighter as though
begging him to go deeper, and more forcefully. Which, he seems to be
doing.


After a while, I could tell he was about to come, and while I wanted him
to come deep in my throat -- forcing me to swallow it - I also wanted a
mouthful of his man juice, thick and heavy on my tongue, so I could roll
it around in my mouth before swallowing it, like my wife did before
spitting it out in the sink.


When he came, I sucked as hard as I could, which made his cum come
shooting out like a gusher into my throat, where I could feel the warmth
of it, but could not taste it. So, I pulled up so that the next shot went
into my mouth, almost filling it. Between his enormous head and wide
shaft, there wasn't much room left in my mouth for his cum, so it filled
it immediately, and started squirting out around the sides. I swallowed
what I could, and let the rest drip out onto my chin.


He pumped my face like a savage, and I tried the best I could to either
swallow it, or keep it in my mouth. I could not determine any taste to
it, probably because I could not breathe between the deep thrusts. Taste,
as you know depends on smell, and with my throat completely filled, I
could smell and taste nothing. So, while his dick was only in my mouth, I
could taste it, but once he plunged back in, I could not.


Eventually, he's cum his last shot, and falls back onto the couch behind
him, completely drained.


Drained in a way that I had swallowed most of. Still there, on my knees,
in my wife's panties, and hose, and a bra. I didn't really know what to
do now. Is this "mission accomplished"? Keven fell back against the
couch, and laid there for a while. Then, without warning, he says, "Holy
shit that was insane! What the fuck did you just do to me?"


We spend the next few minutes drinking more vodka, and I listen to him
repeat back to me the whole thing, thrust for thrust, while downing vodka
shots. He is seemingly impressed with my ability to swallow 9 inches of
dick without panicking and without gagging. He has no idea how his huge
dick made me gag, but left no way for him to know it because my throat
was stuffed completely full of his meat, and all he felt was my throat
gagging on his dick without a single sound.


I drank so many shots, that I do not even remember him finishing the tale
of the "epic deep throat" he just got. The vodka in my system made me
lay down next to him while he finished the story, but I didn't hear the
end of it.


Still half asleep, I turn over with my back to him, and move into him a
bit. He's warm, and we don't have a blanket on the couch. We laid there
half asleep for who knows how long before I feel him put his hand on my
hip -- right at the place where my pantie strap is. He slips a finger
under it. Then I feel his hand push in farther under the panties, moving
towards my ass cheeks. He cups my ass cheek in his hand and squeezes it.
Exactly like I've done to my own wife. Then from under the other side,
comes his other hand, under the panties to the other cheek. He now has
both my ass cheeks in both hands, and is massaging them.


About there, I pretty much passed out. (215lbs handles vodka better than
145lbs). Blissfully sleeping while he fondled me, just as I'd fondled my
wife, many times.


---


I do not know how long I slept, but I was awakened by an aching in my
hips. The first thing my groggy mind noticed was an even stronger smell
of "White Shoulders" in the air.


And then I remembered. I had added a spritz of the perfume to the enema
water. A trick I had learned in my Air Force Days. If you do that, then
when you are penetrated, it fills the air with aroma, as his dick slides
in and out of you. I had anticipated an ass fucking and dropped a few
drops of perfume into the water. But in my groggy state, I still wasn't
putting that together.


As I'm "coming to", I notice the aroma. But I also notice that I
can't move. As I wake up more, I realize why. My wrists are being held
down on the couch, and my legs are spread impossibly wide.


I open my eyes, finally, and the first thing I see is Keven, looking down
at me. In my stupor, and a few hours of "passed out", I've forgotten
what happened earlier, and the agreement we made, and what had already
transpired.


"Oh, you're awake now?", he says.


The massive ache in my hips is being caused by Kevin's massive dick,
which is now buried to the hilt in my ass while my legs are spread nearly
180 degrees. That's the cause of the sensation that awoke me.


At first, I'm in a panic, and I writhe against his grip. He says, "Hey,
calm down, man. Remember where you are?"


And I remember.


Apparently, he's been fucking me for some minutes, and once I regain
consciousness, and remember where I am, I calmed down and he resumed his
strokes. Deep thrusts, that I can feel pushing my internal organs around.
I've heard my wife complain that it's painful if I hit her cervix, so I
guess this must be what that's like. Except I have no cervix, so I do
not know what he's poking in there. But he's slamming the hell out of
it, that's for sure.


I start to notice more now the pain in my groin and hips from my legs
being held apart so wide for so long. So I close my legs around his back
and lock my ankles together to hold them there, and hold HIM there.


His thrusts are banging the top of my head against the arm of the couch.
So, I wrap my arms around his back too, and pull myself up to him. I'm
practically hanging in the air under him with my arms and legs squeezing
him while he fucks me. I have one arm around his neck, the other around
his back.


Both legs of my pantie hose clad legs around his back, squeezing him
between my thighs as though I could squeeze the cum out of him. The
pantie hose I'm wearing make the skin of his legs tingle against my own
as they slide against them. For just a moment, I wish I had brought a
pair of my wife's high heels, just so I could look at them up in the air
on my own feet. But, it's not likely that I could have fit them on my
feet, anyway.


At this point, there is little doubt that he completely OWNS me, and can
do anything he wants to me, and I am powerless to resist. Yeah... Like I
want to resist. I came here for this. This is the "husband swap" I
agreed to. I'm just along for the ride at this point.


After a few minutes of this, he wants to switch positions. He wants me on
top. I have to admit, I hadn't even considered this one. Ass fucking, I
usually envision as a doggy-style thing. He pulls out and rolls over onto
his back, and pulls me over on top of him. I imagine what I look like on
top of him, with panties and a bra, and stocking clad legs hugging his
hips tightly.


I've never been in this position before -- on top, with my legs spread
apart, and held apart on either side of his body, and a dick pointing
straight up into me. Lisa (my wife) has, but I have not. So this is a
total role reversal for me. And I am noticing something I never noticed
before, but I guess my wife has.


With my legs on either side of him, and me on top, and his hands on my
hips, .... there is **nothing** between his dick and my asshole. I can't
just "close my legs" and stop him. He's holding me down by my hips, so
I can't just get off of him. There is absolutely nothing to get in the
way should he decide to proceed, and little chance I could stop him if he
wanted to.


But fucking hell, I've already had him down my throat, so what's one
more penetration among others?


Besides, this is what I wanted. I just hadn't anticipated this position.
I never really thought about being LOOKED AT right in the face, with full
frontal view, wearing my wife's underwear, while being fucked. I always
thought of it as doggy style, facing away, or face down, butt up, looking
at a pillow. But like this, he is going to have full view of me sitting
atop him, and I will have to look right at his face while he's
penetrating me, and maybe even while he is cuming inside me.
Aaaaaaaakward.


So, his hands on my hips start pushing DOWN. Down, more and more until
the tip of his dick reaches my asshole. With a little bit of positioning,
he finds just the right spot, and then, rather than pulling me down onto
it, he thrust UP into me. Again, all the way to the hilt. Which, to him
is almost effortless. But to me, it's a huge penetration I wasn't
expecting. But because of the force of it, he glides all the way in with
no resistance. (There's the "final inch" to come later.)


Now, he lowers his arched back, and pulls me down with him until flat on
the couch again. Now it's my turn to take over, so I ride up and down on
my knees, engulfing his manhood with my now deflowered own asshole.
Stroke... Stroke.... Stroke.... He's moaning more and more now.


After a few minutes of this, he grabs my hips and pulls down so strongly
that the very base of his shaft enters me. He's widest at the base of
his shaft, and it stretches my asshole completely to the limit. So much
so that it burns as it feels like the skin of my asshole is starting to
tear. But the vodka (I've completely lost count of how many shots now)
is working as a pretty good pain med, so it's not painful so much as it
is thrilling. I can FEEL what his dick is doing to me.


He doesn't seem ready to cum, yet, but I am at a point where I almost
can't stop it. The most powerful orgasm I've ever had rocks me to my
core. So powerful is it that I am somewhere between completely limp, and
completely rigid, utterly unable to move even so much as my fingers on
his chest. Absolutely motionless, I let out a groan that I can only
describe as "guttural".


"Uuuuungh." That's about the best I can describe it. A sound that I
could not recreate now if I had to.

Pulsing waves of orgasm flood my body. BUT..... not a single drop of cum
comes out of my dick.


It is your sphincter muscle that you have to use to ejaculate. And with
mine stretched to it's maximum possible width, I cannot constrict it
enough to eject even a single drop of cum. A completely "dry orgasm".


But, it turns out, this had an incredible side benefit. Able to orgasm,
but UN-able to actually cum, I find that I am hit by two, three, four
such incredible orgasms. Every other minute or so, another one would hit
me, making my knees so weak I can't even lift myself off him. He's
buried as deep into my ass as he can possibly go, and I am so weak, I
can't even move while these continuous orgasms absolutely invade every
inch of my being.


I've always wondered how women can have multiple orgasms, and maybe this
is partly an explanation.


Kevin finally starts to hint that he's about to come. I come to a
complete stop, and sit motionless atop him, his shaft buried deep in my
ass, and wait for it. We are both totally still, while I wait for his
inevitable blast to hit me.


Silent. Motionless (except for a slight tremble in my knees and hips). I
can tell it's building in him, and suddenly he literally yells out loud,
reaches up and grabs me by the bra, and pulls me down onto his chest, and
holds me there while multiple jets of cum shoot deep into my ass.


Over the next couple of minutes, I lay on top of him, his dick still
buried to the balls in my ass, his arms wrapped around my back, holding
me immobile, my arms pinned at my sides, and unable to move.


Every once in a while, I feel him "squeeze" to pump out another squirt
of his semen into my ass, and I feel it in there. It feels HOT inside my
ass, which is still wrapped tight around his manhood, milking every drop
I can get out of it.


I remember wondering, "Is this what it feels like to get impregnated?"


I can't actually be impregnated, but at that moment, I wish I could. I
wish that hot cum I can literally feel in my bowels had the power to
impregnate me and turn me into a pregnant woman. I wish I had a womb that
cum could be filling. But, meh.... I can't. So I just enjoy the hot gooey
liquid that I can feel, HOT, inside me.


I sit up again, so I can get off him. When he finally pulls out, I feel
empty, all of a sudden. I almost wish he would shove it back in and let
me lay there longer, full of his dick and cum.

We are still stoned out of our minds, but we at least have presence of
mind enough to know that our wives are not going to be home for another
few days, so there is no urgent need for me to leave. And, usually, back
in my Air Force days, once it was over, I pretty much wanted to leave, or
for him to leave.


But this time, we were both pretty comfortable with just laying there on
the couch. We woke up the next morning, and what I thought would be an
awkward sober acknowledgment that what we had done drunkenly last night
would make conversation awkward in the morning. But strangely, it
didn't. I felt pretty good waking up next to him, and he seemed glad
that I was still there.


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