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This story is copyright by me, Shon Richards. It contains M/F sex and
questionable marriage practices. You are free to archive it as long as this
header remains intact and you don't make any money from it. All comments are
welcome at lordshon@aol.com
"Rolling Over"
By Shon Richards
Naomi's snoring woke me up. She laid to the right of me, my beautiful wife
with her bare chest pointing up at the ceiling. Her mouth was open and
creating a horrible noise like a stuttering saw. There was a strand of her
blonde hair in her face, so I gently moved it out of the way so it wouldn't
tickle her nose. I had to be careful; Joel's face was nuzzled in her neck, and
I didn't want to wake up her new lover. I was amazed that her snoring didn't
bother the small man at all.
Joel's wife Sheila was to my left, sleeping on her side facing away from me.
She stirred slightly, and I felt a warm shiver from where her bare ass touched
my hip. My cock, which had already exploded twice earlier that night, stirred
to life once again, pushing in vain against my briefs. I tried to ignore it,
as the red numbers on the clock told me that it was 4:12 in the morning, and it
would be a long time till morning. It was also impossible to slip out of the
middle of four people and go to the bathroom to manually tame myself. I smiled
with late night euphoria, wondering how many men in their lifetimes had to deal
with an unwanted erection while sleeping between two lovers.
Joel and Sheila were staying for the entire weekend, so I knew I would have
plenty of opportunities to sate my desires. That didn't stop me from
fantasizing. I remembered how heavy Sheila was compared to Naomi, from her
wonderful round ass, to her luscious heavy breasts. Even her hair was larger,
with dark curls that radiated from her head and even from between her thighs.
Abundant was the word that came to mind, and my mouth was watering as I
remembered how I feasted just a few short hours ago.
I rolled over easily. We weren't using any sheets because experience had
taught us how fast a bedroom heats up with four people sleeping. My clothed
erection pressed against Sheila's soft buttocks as I spooned the sleeping lady.
My arm reached around and slid gently between the mattress and her bottom
breast. It was perhaps a bit bold, but I wasn't acting rationally. My face
was lost in her bush of hair, but I didn't mind. As I breathed in the essence
of her shampoo, my cock pulsed happily against her ass.
"Can't sleep either?" Sheila asked in a soft voice, and I jumped.
"Nope," I answered, not sure if I should move. "Naomi's snoring is hard to
ignore some nights."
"Joel will never notice. He swears I snore loud enough to kill a hard-on,"
Sheila whispered back.
"Now that I think of it, snoring can be better than a cold shower sometimes,"
I said, moving closer to her ear.
"Not tonight I notice," Sheila teased and she clenched her buttocks, pinching
my briefs and brushing my cock.
"Not tonight," I agreed and I caught the bottom of her earlobe in my teeth.
Like lips, lobes are something I could never resist putting in my mouth.
Sheila moaned, and I kissed the back of her ear as I moved my lips away.
"It doesn't seem to be stopping me either," Sheila whispered. She took my
hand from around her breast and guided it down to her southern fur. With her
hand over mine, my palm came down right on her sex. She curled her finger over
my finger and pushed me past her soft hair and into her wet nether lips. We
gasped in unison, for her heat was scalding to the touch, like liquid summer.
"Let's roll out and go to the living room," I suggested as my palm rotated
gently on her emerging clit.
"No," she moaned, and my heart sank at her rejection. In an instant, I
realized it was wrong to expect a wife, even a swinger, to sleep with another
man while her husband wasn't aware. Open marriages are delicate and
conditional, not unlike treaties negotiated at war. Liberties are given and
taken, but almost always under supervision or with approval.
I was quickly preparing an apology in my head when she said, "I want to do it
right here."
My finger stopped moving, but my cock pulsed an answer. "Right here?" I
asked. Sheila's hand let go of mine and reached behind her, grabbing my cock
through my briefs with certainty in the dark.
"Right here, right now," she whispered. Her head turned to face me, and my
lips descended on hers. We kissed not like lovers, but like thieves, taking
with our lips quietly everything we desired and craved.
"Right here, then," I said with bruised lips.
Sheila rolled over, and put her pillow under her stomach. Her legs spread out
and her arms folded under her head as her long dark hair fell beside her. She
looked at me in the darkness, the white gleam of her teeth letting me know she
was smiling.
I rolled over on top of her arched body. I popped the button on my briefs,
leaving an opening that was more than wide enough for my cock. My hands
touched her back, sliding down with slow tension down to her buttocks. I
squeezed them again, relishing how plentiful they were by sinking my fingers
into flesh. With her buttocks in one hand, I was able to guide my erection
with confidence in the dark room. Sheila's legs closed together, creating
tightness that cemented out union.
While Sheila's legs were closing, her sex was parting before my cock and
welcomed me with her encompassing heat. Slowly my cock filled her
ever-contracting sex, trying with all my patience not to plunge in and wake our
spouses. My stomach pressed against her soft ass as all of me was swallowed by
all of her. My hands came down on either side of her head, and I bit the back
of her exposed neck. She shivered, and her shivers were shared with me by our
intimate link.
"Have you ever fucked a woman without your wife's knowledge?" Sheila
whispered, her hips gyrating ever so wonderfully.
"Never," I breathed. My mouth sought her ear again.
"Good," she moaned, and I'm not sure what she was praising.
Naomi continued to snore and Joel continued to sleep while we clandestine
lovers merged softly beside them. The pillow arched Sheila's pussy perfectly,
enabling me to sink as delightfully as I wanted into her sex. It also lifted
her body enough so that my hands could slip between Sheila and the mattress
enough to cup her breasts again. They were as heavy as I remembered, and with
my weight on top of hers pressing my hands into the mattress, they sweated in a
marvelous way that reminded me of her sex's lubrication. Within a minute, her
chest was as slick as her desire and I couldn't have been more aroused.
Small bumping motions were all we allowed ourselves as we fucked secretly.
When the bed would creak, we would stop and start again slower. When Sheila
moaned, she would tilt her head back and bite her lips to stop the pleasure.
It was maddening. Our sexes were throbbing and our hearts were racing much
faster than our hips were allowed to move. The contrast was frustrating yet
exhilarating.
Sheila reached behind her and grabbed my hair. After pulling me down to her
mouth, she whispered "You are such a bad man for fucking me. My husband could
wake at any moment."
"I think that's what you like best," I responded.
Sheila moaned something inarticulate in response. Her moans were getting
louder as I continued to thrust, and it was easy to predict that they weren't
stopping. Perhaps I should have slowed down, but my own need was overcoming my
good sense. My hips continued their pace of slow constant thrusts and I moved
a hand reluctantly from under her sweaty breast to cover her mouth. Sheila
opened her lips and sucked in two of my fingers. I was moaning now, as her
tongue lapped at my fingers with the sexual frenzy that our bodies weren't
allowed to do.
With our reduced speeds and tempered motions, Sheila's orgasm was an ordeal in
itself. Even sucking my fingers, she couldn't help moan in a long low growl as
her body finally peaked in bliss. Her thighs clenched together, trapping my
cock as her sex spasmed in long sought ecstasy. She spread her legs quickly,
almost kicking Naomi beside us. I took the opportunity to plunge deeper,
sinking myself to the hilt inside of her. I watched in satisfaction as her
knees curled and lifting her feet around me. I smiled as her toes curled in
the sparse light.
Barely had I rested back down on her back; Sheila once again pulled me by the
hair down to her lips. After kissing me savagely and noisily, she asked me
"Still need to cum?"
"Yes," I growled.
"Say it then. Say you want me to suck you while you're wife sleeps on."
I hesitated. There was something almost adulterous about her request. I
couldn't resist the throbbing of my member, still pinging for release inside
Sheila's pussy.
"Suck me please, before my wife wakes up," I whispered.
"Roll over," she whispered.
I rolled back off of her, and back beside my snoring Naomi. Sheila carefully
lifted herself up and hovered over my erect cock. Without preamble or teasing,
she lowered her heavy breasts onto my thighs and took my cock in hand while her
hair fell to my stomach. Now it was me who had to restrain my cries, for
Sheila's mouth was every bit as wet and warm as her sex.
She could barely get my length into her mouth, but she slid my tip against the
insides of her cheek and my eyes would roll back in appreciation. Sheila's
hand pumped my cock, already slippery from her sex. There was an arousing
insistence in her sucking, almost as if she wanted me to climax more than I
did. I couldn't believe how loud her mouth was, licking and sucking me with a
disregard for silence. I knew Naomi or Joel would have to wake up as loud as
she was, but I didn't care. My hands reached out and grabbed those long
tresses as my hips lifted up to meet her mouth.
One, two, three lifts of my hips and I finally ejaculated. The frustration of
our secrecy was released as I detonated into her mouth. The hot stream I was
pouring over her tongue and down her throat silenced Sheila's noises. Only I
was disturbing the silence now, as I groaned blissfully beside our unconscious
spouses.
"Damn that was hot," Sheila whispered as she crawled into my arms. "I can see
why couples cheat now."
It was hot, and I kissed her on the lips that gave me heaven just a few
seconds ago. I didn't say anything though. True, I was sated. True, it was
among the best sex I ever had. It's just that the guilty rot I felt in my
stomach explained to me why some couples didn't cheat at all.
The end.
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"We have a blind date with Destiny, and it looks like she's ordering the
lobster."- The Shoveler
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