1. Sandy, Debbie, Matt and I: Wife Swap


    Date: 5/31/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    concern. Another slow song came on. I knew Frank was going to ask me to dance, so I leaned over and suggested he dance with Sandra. “Are you sure?” Frank asked. “She has been waiting all night for you to ask her dance,” I replied. Frank took Sandra by the hand and led her to the dance floor. Matt slid over on the couch next to me. He slipped his hand on to my thigh and gently massaged my upper thigh. I was extremely turned on by his touch and his closeness. I tried to fight off the feelings of lust, but I couldn’t. “Come on,” I remarked, taking Matt’s hand. Matt pressed his body against mine on the dance floor. He had a huge erection. I placed my hands around his waist and pulled him in close to me. He slipped his hands under my mini-skirt and lightly squeezed my bare ass. I leaned in close and whispered, “I am so... fucking... horny.” “Me too,” Matt responded. Then the DJ announced, “Let’s speed things up a bit.” As the beat of the music intensified, Matt took me by the hand and spun me around. My mini-skirt flared. Everyone and anyone got a nice clear shot of my bare ass and my pussy. At that point, the liquor and the music and Matt had stolen any inhibitions I may have had. We dirty danced, grinding against each other like teenagers. I glanced over at Frank. Sandy was not holding back. She had her skirt inched up and her ass firmly planted in Frank’s crotch. All four of us retreated to the small alcove in the corner of the club. Matt plopped down on the couch, as did ...
    Frank. I settled in between them. There was no way for me to readjust my skirt. It was as though I wasn’t even wearing one. Sandy took a seat across from us. “I’m so fucking thirsty,” I remarked. “I’ll get us some drinks,” Frank remarked. As he stood up, I pulled myself up from the couch by hooking my fingers into the back of his trousers. I pulled my skirt down, but not before giving Matt a great look at my derriere. At the bar, I leaned against Frank. “It looks like Sandy likes you quite a bit,” I remarked. “And Matt seems to like you as well,” Frank responded. I had to agree. Frank looked at me. He took my hand in his and squeezed it. “If you want to fuck Matt’s brains out, that's okay with me,” he said, “so long as you don’t mind me doing the same with Sandy.” I didn’t say a word in response. My mind was aflutter with mixed emotions. We took our drinks back to alcove where Sandy was situated next to her husband on the couch. I turned and sat on Matt’s lap, my skirt inching up to full exposure level. I didn’t care. Frank offered his hand to Sandy, and as she stood up, Frank plopped down on the couch, spinning her around. He pulled her on to his lap. Frank placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and squeezed them. Sandra leaned back and whispered something into Frank’s ear. Frank leaned over and whispered into Matt’s ear. My head was spinning, but more than that I had an all too familiar ache between my legs. I couldn’t control myself. I could feel Matt’s manhood pressing ...
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