Cuckquean Wife Swap
The Cuckquean wife swap 1st started being talked about how in the past we were invited into a wife swap group. The couple from the group that approached us and asked if we watched porn or if we were lucky enough to watch our neighbor’s having sex.
After admitting that if the neighbors left the curtains open, we couldn’t help but watch them have sex. The asked if we would like to watch them have sex while we were in the same room. Than we could all swap change partners in separate rooms if we felt awkward. The wife said no, and he was a good-looking package. I was disappointed even though his wife wasn’t that attractive.
In her conversation about the past she said she regretted not saying yes. She told me she knew I was disappointing and was sorry for that. But she would of much preferred to just watch me and the other wife.
I couldn’t believe she would be interested. But I did see the opportunity and fostered ideas in a joking way. In a shy way she admitted she thought about it. She even had someone in mind. A mutual friend who would flirt with me way too much for her liking. The girl to throw her tongue down my throat and rub up against my cock on New Year Eve parties. I was suprised she pick such attractive women.
The lady was married but a player. Always very sexual and open to an affair. No strings. The wife was worried she wouldn’t like my wife watching And didn’t want people to know her fetish.
So she decide to catch us in the act and play the upset wife.
The first meeting was set up at our house. Wife out of site. On entering our house that tongue was in my mouth so eager. Her hands pulling at my clothes. My cock was hard was so hard with excitement. Now regretting my wife’s involvement, We walked mostly naked to the bedroom…pre cum leaking everywhere. I felt her wet pussy. Tasted her on my fingers. I just wanted to be in her. But had to wait…we were on the bed. Now naked when the wife walks in. The wife put on such a good show of being upset the girl friend jumped out of bed to cuddle her.
The wife could feel the naked hot body against her. I watched in amazement as the wife held her tighter…a nervous hand reaching down across the girls arse..neither pulled away. My wife pulled back a bit. Looked into her eyes.
Asking permission. Her lips moved to her nipples as a trembling hand explored her pussy. The wife pushed her back on the bed in a dominate way. Pulled her legs into position….running her tongue up her inner leg as she exposed her clit…than launched her mouth with all the desire of years she had not allowed her self to be with another woman.
They kissed the other woman seeming eager to taste her own juices. After the girl returned the favour on her pussy the awaking of her sexually was complete
She just wanted to hold this woman. Mean while I am the most frustrated bloke…holding my cock trying not to cum. Eventually I was allowed to enter the wife’s new best friend…over in 5 seconds but the best in years. I left the girls to it…as I walk out the wife was licking away my cum.
More Cuckquean Wife Swap
Jackie and Ian were visiting Sue and Kevin two streets from their suburban home.
They were all in their mid-thirties and had been friends for ten years.
Ian and Jackie had just returned from a trip to Japan. He had developed a passion for Japanese food while Jackie had missed her “proper food” hamburger and chips.
Sue declared an interest in trying exotic foods while Kevin sympathized with Jackie’s preferences.
As a result, Ian suggested he take Sue to a Japanese restaurant the following weekend while Kevin and Jackie could find a steak restaurant.
Meanwhile the topic of Cuckquean wife swap was ablaze in the community with a rumor that nightclub style Cuckquean wife swap sex club was opening. In truth, a small, long-standing invitation-only informal Cuckquean wife swap group was scouting for a few new Cuckquean wife swap members. Parties were held in Cuckquean wife swap members’ homes.
Sex with strangers held no interest for the Cuckquean wife swap foursome although it did spur an interesting Cuckquean wife swap discussion.
Phones and Cuckquean wife swap chat groups were buzzing between the two Cuckquean wife swap households all week.
Jackie had suggested soft Cuckquean wife swap swapping as part of the dining experience.
They eventually all agreed that the Cuckquean wife swap sex club was not of interest, but soft Cuckquean wife swap swapping was very acceptable.
Sue thought that they should not place limits on Cuckquean wife swap swapping as it was a longtime friendship with a high degree of trust and they all concurred.
Friday evening came and the air was thick with Cuckquean wife swap excitement, Cuckquean wife swap doubts, and Cuckquean wife swap nervousness.
Ian and Sue pulled up outside the Cuckquean wife swap Japanese restaurant and discussed the possibility of being seen by the local Cuckquean wife swap gossipers.
Ian went in first and marched resolutely towards the Cuckquean wife swap booth he had reserved while scanning the room for people who knew them.
Sue went to the Cuckquean wife swap bathroom and came out with a hat and a face mask which she wore until she reached the Cuckquean wife swap booth. It offered them Cuckquean wife swap privacy and Ian could monitor the Cuckquean wife swap entrance door.
The food was excellent and the Cuckquean wife swap conversation was focused on the swap.
“Have you got an interest or kink that needs a scratch?” asked Ian.
“Outdoor sex, in a public place but not actually overlooked,” Sue replied,” every time I think about it we can’t find a suitable place, and we go home.”
“The key is to hide in plain sight,” Ian suggested, “I can show you later.”
They finished their meals and paid the waiter.
Ian leaned across the table and whispered, “go to the bathroom, take your panties off and meet me at the car.”
He drove a few blocks and stopped in front of a furniture shop with a recessed entrance door.
“Do you have the keys?” she asked.
“No, I was thinking of a knee trembler against the glass. Only if you’re keen.”
“Sounds good to me. Is it safe?”
“There are no cameras focused on us. I have a good line of sight; we have plenty of time to adjust our clothing if someone comes. If we are challenged, I will tell them I thought you were going to vomit in my car.”
With that he put a small mat he had carried from the car on the tiled entrance way.
He kneeled on the mat and put his head up her long, loose skirt. By pulling on the elastic waistband, she could see the top of Ian’s head.
Ian kissed his way up her legs taking his time. He was delighted to find that she was waxed or shaved and as smooth as could be. He got the best response by sucking on her clit while putting a finger in. He did not miss a spot but focused on whatever excited Sue the most, which he judged by her response.
Standing up, he dropped his pants to his ankles. Sue reached down and cupped his balls with one hand while guiding him in with the other.
Ian arms hands were on her buttocks, and her skirt was held up by his arms.
For a moment they froze when they heard a siren but it passed the area on an adjacent street.
They both made a lot of noise as they finished together, which prompted them to vacate the area without delay.
“How was it for you?” he asked as they drove away.
“Fantastic. I’m not going to give up beds entirely any time soon but if we have another opportunity, I’m game for outdoor sex.”
“If we do this again, how about an air mattress on a park picnic table?”
“Absolutely, now what can I do for you?” she asked.
“When we get back to your house, if we approach very quietly, any chance of a blow job in the car?”
“I had already decided to give you one.”
Meanwhile, Jackie and Kevin had driven to a couple of steak houses but eliminated them as being to too well-lit and lacking privacy.
They did not waste any time while they were looking. Jackie had tossed her bra and panties on the back seat of the car, Kevin’s pants were unzipped and whenever it was safe to do so they were exploring each other.
They eventually settled on the office block where Kevin worked. He had the keys and knew the alarm settings, so they made their way to the board room.
“I’ve always wanted to have sex on this table. When I am bored out of my mind at one of our meetings, I would like to be able to recreate the activity in my mind to distract me,” Kevin explained, “unfortunately the table surface is very hard.”
Jackie chose the spot at the head of the table where the boss normally presided and laid back with her legs dangling over the edge.
Kevin sat in the special chair that was larger than all the others as Jackie pulled her dress up and opened her legs.
She had a very neat landing strip and a puffy, inviting “camel toe” with a slightly protruding clit. He could also see a glimpse of her inner labia. It was all very symmetrical, attractive and it increased his already excited state.
He positioned the clit between his tongue and upper lip while running a finger up and down the spaces between outer and inner labia with occasional pauses for fingering.
Kevin suggested they get naked and Jackie didn’t need any encouragement. She moved down the table to the area where Kevin normally sat and got into a kneeling position.
Kevin joined her on the tabletop taking the hint for doggy position. Slipping in, he reached forward for her breasts and gently tweaked her nipples until she pushed back on him several times – the sign for finishing together with the accuracy of long-time lovers.
That all reminded them that they were hungry so they wiped some cum off the table, locked up and bought takeaway food which they took to Jackie’s house. They texted the other couple so they would use the other house if they returned early.
Kevin and Jackie spent the night together as did Ian and Sue.
They got together for a very late breakfast, swapped stories and vowed to have monthly repeats.
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I used to think control was something other people had. The kind that filled a room before a word was spoken, that made people listen without knowing why. At thirty, I’ve learned that control isn’t loud. It’s quiet—measured. It lives in the pause between breaths, in the weight of a glance, in the way silence can make someone tremble more than words ever could.
But I didn’t always know that.
When I look back, there isn’t one moment that started it all. It wasn’t lightning; it was fog. Slow. Subtle. Creeping in until everything I thought I knew about connection, about desire, looked different.
There was a woman. There always is.
Her name doesn’t matter now. What matters is what she awakened in me. She had a softness to her—a way of speaking that drew people in—but beneath it, there was something else. Something curious. When she looked at me, I could feel her waiting. Watching. Testing.
It wasn’t admiration. It was… deference.
Curiosity became hunger.
I’ve spent years tracing the path it left behind—each encounter, each woman who reflected back another part of what I was becoming. Each lesson, unspoken but felt, pulling me deeper into something I no longer want to escape.
Because this isn’t about power. It’s about truth.
And somewhere out there, I can feel her—the one who will see me for who I’ve become. The one who won’t flinch from the quiet hunger that’s been growing inside me all along.
I’m ready for her now.
Ready to learn not just how to lead…
but what it means to be followed.
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