We Moved House . . . .

We moved house just a week ago
And thought the neighbourhood quite slow
Until Thursday our phone did ring
A neighbour asking "Do you swing?"

How very strange thought I, surprised
But felt that tingle tween my thighs
For we had both in times before
Erotic fantasies explored

We'd often thought and spoken too
Of swapping, now, out of the blue . .
But not wishing to seem too keen
I asked , "Please tell me what you mean?"

She laughed and said "I'm sure you know
I watched your husband stiffen, grow
When I walked past your house last night
In skimpy top and shorts so tight!

And David Jones at Number Four
He's eyed you up and mumbled "Cor!"
"Just look at her, I bet she's game
Now tell me, do you know her name?"

"And so I'm calling you to say
Would you both like to come and play
To welcome you to our small gang
Our parties go with quite a bang!"

And so, tonight, we're both off out
To check out what it's all about
We're meeting up at Number Ten
The home of Marcia and Len

He greets us with a glass of wine
And says, "Mmmm, well you look so fine . . "
My husband Steve is soon entwined
On a sofa, hidden by a blind

With Gloria from Number Twenty
Now there's a girl that god gave plenty
Breasts full and round and nipples pink
I watch - into them Steve's teeth sink

And she moans loudly "Harder please!"
And slides herself upon his knees
Her short skirt riding up to show
No underwear there down below

I watch to see how they progress
But feel a hand in warm caress
Does slip inside my shirt to squeeze
My own nipple, which swells to please

The master's touch - a man so sure
It's David Jones from Number Four
And slowly now I start to move
To get myself into the groove

With buttons on my blouse undone
His lips can now join in the fun
As lapping at my nipples flames
The passion . . . how I like these games!

And as my tits his hands do check
I nibble at his ears and neck
And I can feel the hardness there
Beneath the thin soft barrier

Of trousers, but now at his crutch
He puts my hand, and begs me touch
Release his cock from its constraint
And this I do, there's no complaint

This man is built like some Greek god!
And I can't wait to feel his rod
As in my hand it swells and grows
Free now from its restrictive clothes

He pushes me against the wall
Then says, "This isn't right at all;
I must go, find a bed for us. . . !"
He does appear consumed with lust!

"You know I've watched you all this week
Knowing tonight it's you I'd seek
And as you're mine, at least for now,
I want to fuck you - oh and how!!

And no quick fumble on the floor
Oh, no, from you I want much more
I want to taste you, feel how wet
Beneath my tongue your cunt will get

And feel your mouth around my prick
No this sex cannot be that quick!!"
And so we steal off up the stair
And find a room with no one there

So in we go and close the door
We both know what we've come here for
So stripping off my blouse and skirt
He removes trousers, then his shirt

And comes to me, laid on the bed
I draw him close to give him head
Into my mouth his hardness goes
As licking, my saliva flows . .

And as I suck him hard, a moan
"Oh God, that's good . ." and then a groan
As he parts wide my lips and licks
The holes where soon he'll place his prick

He's good at this, I'll give him that
As way below my stomach, flat
He licks my clit, enjoys this role
Then moves on to my other hole

My mind's a buzz now from his touch
Can't take his attentions too much
And with his cock jammed down my throat
Scream as I climax – Steve to note!

But now we are both ready - hot
He fucks me hard - I want the lot
I watch him disappear in me
Want only more his pole to see

Then on my knees he places – wait!
My cunt he first attacks, but fate
Demands he takes my second place
And in he pushes with no haste

He fucks my arse, its so unreal
I cum again and then I feel
Him join me, done, we're both replete
We wander down - I'm met by Pete

Our neighbour there from Number Eight
Who says, "I hope I'm not too late
To be the first to welcome you
God, I know what I'd like to do . .

My cock is throbbing at the sight
Of you in blouse, so cool and white
Standing there with cheeks so rosy
Can I ask, would it be nosy . . .

To ask if it was you and Jones
In the bedroom? I heard the groans . . ?"
I blush a little but confess
Well of course the answer's yes

"Christ," says Pete, "the lucky bastard
Heard you moaning - harder, faster
Made me feel so hard so randy
I shagged the nearest woman handy

That one sitting just over there
With two men now her charms she shares
But I would rather - if it's ok
Take you back upstairs so to play!"

What can I say - he stands in front
His hand already at my cunt
And having been fucked rather quick
Still feel the need for lots more prick

I promise you he says, so sure,
When I am done - you won't want more
I look round for my other half
And hear from him a low soft laugh

He's straddled by a tall brunette
He'll be there ages, I suspect
And so with Pete I go to find
More pleasure of the carnal kind

So once again a new man's prick
Released into my mouth to lick
A second hardness fills my hole
Which milks his semen from his pole

Much later when the night is done
I thank Marcia - it's been fun
She says goodbye, some new found friends
"You know we do this most weekends"

So Steve and I we homeward head
To shower, and then to go to bed
But after such a night of passion
Can't rest and so in honest fashion

As clean and fresh in our own room
We made love in the morning gloom
For though we both enjoy the thrill
It is my Steve that I do love still