Monogamy For Swingers

(Note to Reader: This accounting of events is based on real-life experiences. If the adventures here inspire you and your SO to expand your own intimate relationships, feel free to add your personal anecdotes to the comments section at the end of this story.)

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It was an accident. I thought our door was the second one from the end. It wasn't. The door I opened was Bill and Charlene's door, and Charlene was buck naked, stepping out of her panties, her brown slit peeking out between the white cheeks of her ass, her large, heavy tits dangling like coconuts.

"Roger! I'm naked!"


"Sorry," I stammered, unable to move. "It was an accident."

"Whatever," she sighed, picking up her panties off the floor. She stood up, cradling her tits under one arm while attempting to cover them with the other. She was unsuccessful. "Just get out of here before your wife catches you."

I took one last look at Charlene's overflowing curves before making my retreat, the sight of her pendulous breasts and flowery pussy tattooed to my brain for life. Back out in the hall, I caught my breath, and realized my knees were shaking. What had I done? Charlene and I always had a sort of flirty banter going on, as did her husband Bill and my wife Sally, but nothing like this had ever happened. Had I just ruined it?

We still had two days to go on our summer respite, which was a long weekend at a cheap bed and breakfast in the mountains, but this bunkhouse style joint didn't exactly lend itself to privacy. There was only one bathroom on the second floor, the bedroom walls were paper-thin, and all the doors looked the same, with those old-fashioned thumb-latches that don't lock on the inside.

I found our door, peeked in to make sure I wasn't about to see somebody else naked, and sat down on the bed. Closing my eyes, all I could see was Charlene's naked body, her pendulous breasts, her hourglass waist, her wide hips and long legs. I grabbed my dick, which was stiff as a board.Great I thought to myself.I'm supposed to meet the girls down at the pool, and now I've got a raging hard-on. I knew seeing Charlene in a bikini would only make matters worse, so I whipped out my cock.

I grabbed a kleenex off the night stand, pulled my shirt up to my armpits, shoved my jeans and shorts down to my ankles, and started stroking, imagining Charlene's coconut tits dangling against my chest. It only took thirty seconds before the first glob of cum was shooting out of my aching cock.

That's when door swung open and Charlene barged in. "Oh Jesus!" she gasped, just as the second squirt was arcing through the air. "I was going to ask you for the Coppertone, but never mind." She turned on her heel and headed down the hall, slamming the door behind her.

I grunted out the last few drops of jizz, that sick feeling of dread seeping into my stomach. Would Charlene tell my wife right away, or hold it over my head, blackmailing me into re-landscaping her yard, or building her a carport? She always did have a way of getting what she wanted out of men, which seemed to be the norm for beautiful women with big tits.

I showed up at the pool a few minutes later. Char and my wife were side by side on their stomachs, sunning themselves, and Bill was doing slow, deliberate laps in the turquoise water.

"You brought the Lotion?" my wife asked, peeking up at me from her spot on the chaise lounge. Her demeanor suggested that Charlene hadn't yet spilled the beans. I breathed a sigh of relief, as I dripped some Coppertone onto my wife's slender back. "Hey Char," my wife asked, "there's no one else around, right?"

"I don't see anybody" Char replied.

"I was just thinking of undoing my top."

"Would you like that Roger, if we undid our tops?" Char gave me a knowing glance.

"Of course he would," my wife giggled. "He's a pervert."

"You don't say," Charlene smirked.

I unclipped my wife's top and finished doing her back, tormented by Charlene's tan body and the knowledge of what lay beneath her bikini.

"Can he do me now?" Charlene asked innocently.

"I guess so," my wife said. "As long as he doesn't touch anything he's not supposed to."

I moved over next to Charlene. She peeked up at me. "Go ahead pervert. Undo my top." I did, with my fingers trembling and my heart racing. After I got the clip loose, I slid the straps off her shoulders and watched in awe as the white sides of her breasts inched into view. The lotion came next. I was very careful not to let my perverted fingers slither too close to where they didn't belong.

"You missed a spot," Charlene said, looking back at me. Then she pulled her arms up, revealing even more of the sides of her smooshed out tits. I let my hands slide down to her white, forbidden softness, and she sighed quietly.

"Your husband has such soft hands," Charlene said coyly. "Is it okay if he does my butt?"

"That depends," my wife said, pondering the situation. "Can your husband do my butt?"

"You're cool with that, aren't you Roger?" Charlene grinned, lifting her shoulder and almost showing me her big brown nipple.

I nodded, relieved that I'd jerked off before trying to endure this tease-fest. I slid my hands down onto Charlene's hips, edging closer to her butt cheeks, when suddenly she reached behind her and jerked her bikini way up into the crack of her ass. "How's that, pervert?"

"Cool," I said, letting my hands slide down onto her soft cheeks. I couldn't help but peek between her legs at her brown, puffy mounds, which were leaking out of the crotch of her bikini. She opened her legs wider and flinched her hips to meet my touch. I let my thumbs slip down her ass cheeks, almost to her anus. She gasped quietly.

"All right," Bill said, his booming voice appearing out of nowhere. "What's going on here?" Bill is one of those big guys, the kind you would much rather have as a friend than an enemy.

"We're putting lotion on each other's butts," Charlene said cheerfully, "and you get to do Sally."

"I'd be glad to do Sally," Bill guffawed. "But right here, on the lawn? Isn't it illegal to fuck in public?"

"Nobody's laughing, Bill," Char snapped, in her annoying monotone. Bill ignored her, snatching the Coppertone bottle from me and kneeling next to my wife.

"Hey," Bill said, looking over at me, "how come my wife's ass is showing, but Sally's isn't?"

"Oh my God," Sally gasped, peeking over at Charlene's naked ass. "This is turning into an orgy." But that didn't stop her from pulling her bikini bottoms up just like Char's. I couldn't help but wonder if her twin mounds were showing the way Charlene's were, but what could I do? I mean, in all fairness, Bill should get to see my wife totally naked, just to make things even.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Bill's big hands caressed every inch of my wife's round ass. She seemed to be enjoying it, letting out little gasps and undulating her hips in a barely perceptible way. When his thumbs disappeared between her legs - and stayed there - her ass shot up into the air, hovering until his thick fingers retreated.

"How's that," Bill said, finishing her off with a tender slap on the left cheek. She let out a little yelp, followed by a long, raggedy sigh. By this time, the jealousy was beginning to turn my stomach into knots, but my angst was interrupted by the raucous sound of voices.

"Damn," Bill drawled, "looks like the party's over." The ladies quickly readjusted their bikini bottoms while Bill and I re-clipped their tops. It was just in time, as the interminable racket of children descended upon us like locusts during a plague.

"Cannonball!" a fat adolescent boy shouted as he splashed into the pool.

"Oh my God," my wife muttered under her breath. A few minutes later, we were gathering our things. As we were trudging back up to our rooms, a lanky bearded dude, gave my wife a long, sultry stare, which surprised me, since Charlene is usually the one who gets all the attention.

"Check it out," I whispered to my wife. "That dude has a hard-on for you."

"Shut up, pervert!"

********

We were upstairs in our room, waiting our turn to take a shower. I figured I might fare better if I told my wife about my little accident with Charlene, rather than letting her hear about it later. (They say honesty is the best policy. I have no idea who 'they' are, but I doubt that 'they' are married.)

"Honey," I said, as I was unhooking my wife's top.

"Not now, Baby," she said, squirming away from me.

"It's not that. It's um.. it's..."

"It's what?" she said, turning around to face me, her tender white tits staring me in the face.

"Well... um... right before I came down to the pool, I accidentally walked in on Charlene when she was getting changed."

"You what!" she hissed, planting her hands on her hips.

"It was an accident. You know how these doors all look the same? Plus, they don't lock."


"Oh God," she sighed. "Well, what did you see? Was she in her underwear?"

I took a deep breath, staring at the floor. "She was naked, stepping out of her panties.

"Naked!" she gasped, giving me the death glare.

"But that's not the worst of it."


"It's not? What could possibly be worse than you seeing Bill's wife naked? Did you fuck her?"

"No honey, I didn't fuck her."

"Well, what did you do, eat her pussy? Get a blow job? I'm dying to know."

I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. "I didn't do anything with her," I whined, realizing that I was going to lose this one, no matter what I said. But, like a fool, I continued digging my hole deeper. "I apologized, and then I came back in here to get ready to go down to the pool to meet you guys, but I had an erection, and it wouldn't go away, so I jerked off."


"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because Charlene walked in on me, and saw me squirting cum all over my stomach."

My wife just stood there, fuming. The silence was deafening. Finally, she composed herself. "We're packing up and going home, right this instant. I knew this trip was a bad idea."


"Honey, this trip was your idea. And anyway, she was cool with it."


"Oh really?" my wife said, in a controlled but dangerous sort of way. "So now you and Charlene are keeping secrets from me, getting naked together and watching each other jerk off? And you expect me to just pretend like everything is fine and dandy? You're sick, you know it? You're a sick perverted motherfucker, and ... and... I hate you!" She turned her back and started sobbing quietly.

I put my arms around her and held her, feeling her soft butt pressed against my dick. "You know I love you honey," I said, trying to calm her down. "That's why I told you about it, so there would be no secrets between us." I waited a few moments for the tears to pass. Finally, she caught her breath.

"I love you too Baby," she sniffled, "but I get jealous. Especially if you're jerking off to another woman."

"We all have our fantasies. That doesn't mean they have to come true."

"I don't have fantasies about other men."

"Really?" I said, sensing an opening. "You didn't get aroused when Bill was putting lotion on your butt?"


"Well..." she thought about it for a moment. "I guess I liked it. But it wasn't sexual. It just felt nice."


"I saw how you bucked your hips when his hands went down between your legs."


"You saw that?" She sighed, and let out a nervous giggle. "Busted." She turned around to face me, her little pink nipples all puckered and stiff. "So what do we do now?"

"Make love?" I said, as my thumbs hooked her bikini bottom and started inching it down her springy butt.

"Dammit Roger, that's not what I meant." She slapped my hands away, and took her bikini bottoms off herself, without my help. "What I meant was, how do we repair the damage to our relationship, and the relationship we have with Charlene and Bill?"

I looked at her perfect body, in all its naked glory, and the answer was obvious.

"You let Bill see you naked, and we're halfway back to being even."

"The other half would be me seeing Bill jerking off and shooting cum all over his stomach? Oh, that's a great plan." She stomped over to the closet to find her robe.

"One might lead to the other."

"You're beyond hope, Roger," she said, as she pulled her sheer fake-silk robe off the hanger and draped it over nakedness. "Who's in the shower right now, anyway?"

"I think Bill's, in the shower." Then it hit me. "Honey, that's it! We'll listen for when Bill leaves the shower, and then you walk out into the hall, with your robe accidentally open, just like it is now."

"Easy for you to say," she said, standing there with her robe dangling open.

"Have you got a better idea?"

"No," she hung her head.

I grabbed her toiletries bag and a towel and handed them to her. "Shhhh! That's him, leaving the bathroom. Go! Now!" I jerked the door open and shoved her gently into the hall, her robe trailing behind her like a cape. I watched as she made a little circle and zoomed right back into our room, with a freaked out look on her face.


"Shit!" she hissed. "That wasn't Bill, that was the guy from down at the pool! The one you thought had a hard-on for me." She stood there gasping, like she was about to sneeze.

"Are you okay honey?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders.

"Oh my God," she moaned, as she pressed her palm against her mound. She gasped a couple of times, and I recognized what was happening. "Ohhhhh" she warbled, as the orgasm hit. Her hips vibrated, her tits shimmied, and she let out one of those hoarse little yelps she does when she's getting off. She backed up against the dresser and I held her till it passed.

"That was cool," I said, marveling at my sweet wife, who can, indeed, cum at the drop of a hat. It had been happening since the first time we got intimate, years ago. As soon as I got my hand inside her panties, she was cumming all over the back seat of my Chevy.

"It wasn't cool, it was out of control," she panted, trying to catch her breath. "When that guy saw me naked, I felt it down there," she looked down at her trimmed bush, "and it just took over. I didn't even have to touch myself." Then her hand was sliding down her tummy. When she reached her clit, she gave it a little nudge, and another spasm wracked her body.


"Are you done?" I asked, rubbing her shoulders, trying to calm her down. "Do you need more?" Knowing Sally, one orgasm can lead to a whole string of them, depending on her biorhythms, among other things.

"I think I'm done," she said softly.

I pulled her robe closed, trying to act like her big protector dude, when I didn't have a clue what made her tick. How could I protect her if she had uncontrollable orgasms? On the other hand, is that such a bad thing?

As I considered our little crises, I realized that, once again, my wife's sexual energy had given me the break I needed to get out of the doghouse. "So, honey, if you had an orgasm because some guy saw you naked, and I had an orgasm because I saw Charlene naked, wouldn't that make us even?"

She thought about it for a moment, and then let out a long sigh. "I guess so," she admitted, giving me a weak smile. Then she faced me, and we kissed, softly, tenderly, our bodies touching, our arms around each other, my hands slipping down onto her ass.

"Don't ruin it!" she giggled as she squirmed free. Then she grabbed her stuff and traipsed down the hall to the bathroom, with her robe cinched up tight as a nun's habit.

******

With the Char incident resolved, next on the agenda was the gift shops. Of course, two guys going to gift shops with two women will invariably turn into two guys listening to "I need a new outfit" for the duration of the excursion.

Sally found a cute little yellow sun dress, but the cleavage was cut so low, her bra would have shown, so she had to go without.

A word about Sally's tits: Sally never goes bra-less in public anymore. Her tits aren't spectacular like Char's, but they bounce in a profoundly sexual way. When she walks, every man who sees her notices her tits bouncing, and they imagine how her tits would bounce if they were fucking her. They stop in their tracks. they ignore their wives to catch a look, they wreck their cars, which is why Sally quit going bra-less a long time ago. It just became too stressful.

A word about Char's tits: Char is a walking ad for bras. Without a bra, the centrifugal force of Char's tits would make it impossible for her to walk in a straight line, what with one tit dangling in one direction, and the other doing the opposite. Okay, I exaggerate, but you get the picture. Anyway, this phenomenon meant that Char had to pick out a sun dress that would accommodate one of her heavy duty bras, since without one, the front of the dress would undoubtedly rip out.

She chose a lipstick red number with a plunging neckline, and the whole rest of the day was a complete jiggle-fest, with Sally's fuck-me tits doing their little dance every time she moved, and Char's fuck-me-harder tits vibrating like twin bowls of tapioca pudding riding on a roller-coaster.

After getting some burgers, we found a little joint to shoot some pool, which was quite thrilling, considering that the lady's dresses were not quite long enough for them to be bending over a pool table.

"Sally!" Charlene would say in her tattle-tale voice, "My husband's checking out your ass."

"Char!" Sally would say, "Roger thinks your tits are going to fall out of your top."

In spite of their fake protests, the ladies seemed to enjoy the attention, making sure every guy in the bar knew the color of their thongs. Bill and I were having a ball watching our wives acting like white trash whores. I was ready to fuck Sally right then and there, but the girls had other plans.

My wife, the brochure collector, announced we would be attending The Hollis Mystery Mansion Dinner Theater. Bill and I shrugged. After what the girls had done in the pool hall, the least we could do was go along with their corny idea of entertainment. We caught the early performance. It was cute, but quaint, in a rinky-dink sort of way. They did have a live piano player, and a heroine with big tits, but the real entertainment was sitting right at our table.

The tables seated six. Since we were back a ways in line, we ended up sharing a table with an older couple. They were facing the stage, we sat at the sides of the table. As the show dragged on, Sally realized that if she positioned herself at the perfect angle, and hunched her shoulders just so, the old guy could peek into the cleavage of her new dress see her right nipple. Charlene caught on, but she was sitting on the other side, next to the old guy's wife, so there wasn't much she could do, other than puff her cleavage way out by folding her arms on the table and then resting her tits on top.

During intermission, when the guy's wife left the table to go smoke a cigarette, Charlene managed to catch her dress on the back of the chair when she got up to stretch, and while she stood there jawing with Sally, the guy had a perfect view of her exposed ass for a good five minutes.

"Did you see his face?" Charlene laughed, as we headed down the sidewalk after the show. "His eyes were so bugged out, I thought he was going to explode."

"You are so bad," Sally giggled.

"Bad?" Charlene raised her eyebrows. "Showing a guy your nipple, now that's bad."

"Hey Sally" Bill butted in, "I've never seen your nipple. Why does some stranger get to see your nipple and I don't?"

"Bill?" Charlene yawned, "don't start."

"Look at it this way," Sally said, laying her hand on Bill's brawny forearm, "anyone can see my nipple if they try hard enough, but only you and Roger get to play with my bare ass."

"Hmmm..."

"Happy now, Bill?" Charlene asked, mashing her tit up against his side as she clutched him tighter.