It's Just Sex Ch. 01

"I asked Jon." She replied simply as I stood aside to let her in.

"Tea, coffee?" Following her through into our main living area I asked, still trying to comprehend the fact she was here.

"Tea please, if it's not too much trouble."

It was with a sense of relief that I disappeared into the kitchen to make us a drink, using the time to collect my scattered thoughts.

'Was she here because I had ruined the party?'

'Was Jon in trouble with Selwyn?'

Nervously returning with two cups, I placed them on the coffee table.

"So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit to?"

She picked hers up and took a sip, studying me over the rim of the cup, before replacing it in the saucer.

"I wanted to explain about Friday and to... to apologise."

"Oh. Ok." Stunned by her statement I wasn't sure what to say.

Deanna took a deep breath before continuing, "Selwyn and I... well we thought you would be happy to join in, at least that's what Jon told us. Of course, now we know it.... it isn't something that.... that interests you. I just hope you don't hold our little gatherings against us now."

I shook my head and looked at the gorgeous blonde sitting opposite me wondering why she would need to indulge in such hedonistic practices.

"It was my husband's deceitfulness that made me angry. He knew what sort of party we were going to but he never once attempted to talk to me about it."

"Oh, I thought perhaps you found us all perverted."

"No, not at all. I had plenty of fun when I was at university including a few one-night stands but then I got married." I grinned a little sheepishly as I owned up to my past, "And now...."

"Does that mean that I might be able to persuade you to come to another party then?"

"I... I don't think so." Looking down at the floor I felt my cheeks redden.

"You know Selwyn wants you, don't you?"

"What?" I glanced up in surprise, "But he's your husband?"

Deanna threw her head back and laughed at my obvious naivety.

"He's slept with pretty much all the women who were there on Friday and I've done the same with most of the men. We don't have any secrets from each other. And outside of the parties if we want to take a lover then we're just open about it."

"So, you wouldn't mind if he and I...."

She took hold of my hand, "Not in the slightest, although I kind of hoped it might be a reciprocal thing."

Suddenly it came to me, she wanted to sleep with Jon

"Oh God, you fancy my husband." I blurted it out without thinking.

The coy smile she gave me told me the answer without her having to say it but she did.

"Yes I do, do you blame me? He's gorgeous."

I sat back without replying. Everything she had said to me had left me with a lot to think about.

"I'm not going to pursue it though. Not unless you're agreeable." She continued quietly.

"Thanks, I think."

"Look, Jon made a huge mistake not talking to you but he loves you. Both Selwyn and I can see it." She persisted, "Give him a chance to apologise and explain. I felt just like you when my husband first suggested the idea of swinging to me but I really do think it saved our marriage."

She continued on, the things she told me about her experience resonating with me and I wasn't sure what to say. It seemed she knew exactly what was going on inside my head.

We sat for a minute, Deanna finishing her tea while I thought about what she had said to me.

"You... you had problems?"

She smiled, "It hasn't all been plain sailing. In the early days Selwyn was working long hours and I was left alone and.... well let's just say we were both tempted."

"But you didn't?"

"No, we talked it through and came to the conclusion we needed to have an open relationship."

"And that.... that worked?"

"It's not for everyone but yes, it did for us." Putting her cup down she stood up, "Well I'd better be going. Whatever you decide to do I hope we can become friends, go shopping, have coffee and gossip about our men, regardless of the parties."

"I think I'd like that to." I said, finding myself meaning it, "Even if I never come to one."

Smiling she hugged me, kissing me on the cheek, and then, without another word, she was gone.

Leaving me to my deliberations I set about making dinner, mulling over her words I decided that it was about time Jon and I finally had a chat about Friday.

I was still in the kitchen when my husband arrived home about an hour later.

"Are we talking?" He asked contritely from the kitchen doorway.

Sighing I turned to face him, the knife I was using still in my hand, "I guess so but don't think that you're forgiven."

"So, you're not intending to use that?"

Glancing down at the blade I had to chuckle, "Not on you. Not yet anyway."

He gave me a grin in return and headed off to shower and change.

I was putting the plates on the table when he came down and slipped his arms around me, pulling me back against him. I didn't resist, letting him nuzzle my neck for a moment.

"We had better eat before it gets cold." My tone was a little more abrupt than I intended and he let go of me.

"Sorry." Jon muttered as he sat down.

Dinner was eaten almost in silence, apart from the occasional tentative question about our respective days we both kept to ourselves and I was able to reflect on what I was going to say to him later.

"Why?"

With the dishes cleared away I sat down next to my husband on the sofa, both of us holding a glass of wine, and said the only thing I could think of.

"Several reasons I guess." He sighed and stared at his feet, "Selwyn has been lusting after you since I started there and Deanna has made it very clear she wants to sleep with me."

"So, this is just about sex then?"

"Yes and no. It is about sex but there's more." Still keeping his eyes averted from mine he carried on, "There's a promotion in the offing and when I found out about them being swingers I thought maybe you would be up for it, that it would put me in a good light with him."

"Why would you think that without even speaking to me? Were you so desperate to get the job you were willing to pimp me out to your boss?"

Jon finally looked at me, "You had a reputation at uni for being, shall we say, adventurous, and things have been more than a little difficult here over the last year or so."

I snorted derisively at his belated recognition of our problems.

"And your answer to our marital issues was to take me to a wife swapping party without saying a word?"

"I'm sorry." At least he had the decency to look embarrassed, "I didn't know how to bring the subject up. It's not something you just drop into the conversation is it?"

"Jesus Jon, how did you think I'd react when I found out?"

"I suppose I should have known." He mumbled contritely.

Taking a sip of my wine I paused, letting him wallow in misery for a moment or two.

"Look I know things have been difficult for us lately what with your work and things but you're hardly ever here and when you are you're always too tired for me."

"I'm sorry... I..."

"When was the last time we made love?" I interrupted him.

"I... err... umm... last week?" He suggested somewhat hesitantly.

"No, I mean properly. Not a five-minute grope and fumble before we go to sleep."

"Umm...." Trying to recollect a time it was quickly obvious that he couldn't, "Maybe last month."

"Try six months Jon. Six.... Months!"

Even as I said it the expression on his face told me he knew I was right.

"Shit. I'm so sorry." He whispered softly and looking into my eyes he said, "You know I love you Taylor."

Hearing him say it my heart went out to him. I knew things had been difficult for us but he obviously had no idea how much things had affected me.

"I love you to." Slipping my arms about his neck my lips briefly found his, "But I'm sick of being alone. I might as well be single."

As the kiss became more intense one of his hands slid up between us to cup my breast, gently squeezing the small soft mound while his tongue probed between my lips.

Allowing him the freedom to caress my body my eyes closed and I submitted to the delicious sensations he was starting to arouse in me.

"Mmmmm... I've missed this."

Jon pulled away briefly to speak before pressing his lips to mine again.

Remaining locked together, still kissing, my husband's fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress. Teasingly drawing it down and letting the two sides peel open to reveal the pale skin of my back.

With a coy smile I slipped out of Jon's arms and stood up, letting my dress slither down my body to pool around my feet.

"Take me to bed." I whispered as seductively as I could standing before him in my underwear and stockings.

Although it had only been a few days since I last had sex with my husband it was several months since we had made love passionately. Now, confronted with the situation I found myself in I could feel I was more than a little moist between my legs.

"Wow, I forgot how sexy you are."

Jon looked me up and down, his eyes focusing on my tits, barely covered by the lace bra I was wearing. Then they travelled down my body, over the tiny thong concealing my sex and onto my stockinged legs before finishing at my stilettos.

"Do you still fancy me?" I asked demurely, my cheeks colouring as I picked up my dress and draped it over the chair.

That was when he looked up into my eyes and I could see his arousal reflected back at me.

"Even more than I did when I first met you." He grinned at me, swatting me lightly on my rump, "Now get your backside into the bedroom."

"Ow!" I giggled at his compliment, theatrically rubbing my bottom as I started towards the door.

Pausing half-way there I glanced back at him, biting my bottom lip coquettishly, "Are you coming?"

"Hmmm... I am and I don't think I'll be very long.". My husband chuckled and began to follow me.

"Then we had better get started and hopefully you'll be able to manage it more than once tonight." I squealed as he reached for me, twisting out of his grasp and scampering away to our bedroom.

He had just about caught up with me by the time I got there and, spinning me around, he pulled me against him, kissing me again. With my body crushed against his chest, I let my arms encircle his neck in a gesture of total surrender.

Quickly unhooking my bra, he tugged it away from me, exposing my pliant, small mounds to his touch.

Roughly mauling them he rapidly teased the sensitive nipples into firm bullets, making me gasp and squirm in his grip as the sensations I was feeling grew in intensity.

"Oh God... that feels nice." I sighed, my own fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, "I've missed this so much."

Dragging his top off his shoulders and down his arms I threw it aside, my fingers caressing his chest before I dropped to my knees in front of him. My eyes gazed steadfastly up into his while my hands went straight to his zipper.

As I went to undo his pants, I paused and thought back to how our marriage had stagnated over recent months.

'Why had we let ourselves become indifferent?'

'Deanna had said he still loved me so why did he want to attend a swingers party?'

'Could swapping get our marriage back on track?'

With a host of conflicting thoughts filling my head the one thing I was sure of was that we needed to be together and sex was the perfect way to start.

We needed to talk, that was for certain, but first we needed to demonstrate our love for each other.

Unfastening his trousers, I eased them down to his knees before reaching for his boxer shorts. My fingers stroked gently across the sizeable bulge tenting out the front of them before hooking under the waistband so I could draw them down as well.

Eyes widening, I couldn't help but smile when the familiar sight of Jon's hardening cock sprung out in front of me.

It wasn't the biggest I had ever seen, that honour went to Leon, one of my former boyfriends. His big black cock had been at least nine inches in length and about the size of my slender wrist at the root.

For a second I thought back to how it had felt when he had fucked me, filling me like no one else ever had and making me cum hard. But he had had no personality and once the physical aspects of our relationship had waned I had dumped him in favour of my now husband.

Not that I was in any way disappointed with the one in front of me. Jon's prick was a close second to Leon's and had always satisfied me.

Automatically my small hand encircled his thick girth, my fingers barely reaching all of the way around it, and I began to lightly stroke along its hot length.

Standing over me Jon groaned as I lovingly caressed his rapidly swelling shaft, "Oh God, put it in your mouth baby."

I looked up at him, my big blue eyes gazing into his as I ran my tongue teasingly up along the length of his prick from the root to the tip, tasting him before slipping my soft red lips over the bulbous, mushroom shaped cockhead.

"Guuurrrgggggggggggg... Gluccckkkkkkkkk... Gluuuuuuuggg!"

My cheeks bulged as I swallowed the first couple of hard inches of his hot tumescent pole.

"Yes, that's it, just like that... that's a good girl." I heard him gasp as I forced my jaws even wider, trying desperately to accommodate his thickness.

"Glluuugggggggggg.... Glurrrrrrrggggggggggggggg." Greedily I slurped and sucked on his cock.

Continuing to pleasure him I hungrily worked my mouth onto his manhood until my cheeks started to ache with the effort.

With one hand wrapped around the base of his thick meat I bobbed my head faster, back and forth, all the while working my red lips onto my husband's pulsing dick.

Taking it deeper I kept going until the mushroom shaped crown probed my throat and I couldn't help but choke on it.

"Gluuucckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Gagging on his shaft I tried to completely devour his throbbing organ, repeatedly swallowing more than half his length, covering it with my spit while my free hand cupped and teased his heavy balls.

"Jesus, I need to fuck you Taylor." He instructed me tersely, his voice hoarse with lust when he yanked my head back away from him so his dick slid out of my mouth with a soft plop.

Slowly I got to my feet, biting my lower lip sensuously, and I laid back on our bed watching as my husband finished disrobing completely.

Gazing up at him I took in the glistening swollen erection standing out from his crotch like a lance.

'I really want him inside me.'

'Have I forgiven him?

Despite the fact I was still angry with him for taking me to a wife swapping party and I was unsure if he was forgiven, I couldn't help but let my lust for him take over.

Joining me on the bed he pulled me to him, kissing me fervently as his hand found my breast again. Fondling it gently, before pinching the sensitive nub in the centre, he elicited a groan of pleasure from me.

"Oh fuck."

My eyes closed for a moment as, taking my aching nipples between his lips, he started to suckle on my twin girls sending little bolts of pleasure arcing through me as he switched between the two small firm malleable mounds. At the same time his hand slipped lower easing under the waistband of my thong to delve between my legs.

"Oh fuck, Jon.... oh, oh.... oh yes... yes."

Gasping excitedly, my stockinged thighs parted to allow him all the access he wanted.

All thought of our recent argument disappeared as his finger teased along my engorged pink labia, my eyes closing while I immersed myself in the sensations his lips were creating on my chest.

"Aaaahhhhh.... Yesssssss!"

Spreading my legs even wider, I moaned softly as he pushed first one then two digits into my wet crevice, splitting my nether lips apart so that my soaked pussy clenched tightly around them.

"Oh yes... yes... touch me... please baby touch me." Shuddering I clung to him, my painted nails clawing at his shoulders, urging him to do more.

But then, just as quickly as he had started, my husband stopped and pulled his glistening fingers out of my dripping hole, leaving me feeling empty and groaning with frustration.

"Oh please... don't stop.... please." I wailed, desperate for him now, "I... I need it."

Looming over me his grin sent another shiver of lust up my spine and I offered no resistance as he reached for my knickers, instead I simply lifted my hips and allowed him to tug them down. Easing them over my knees before untangling them from around my stilettos he tossed them casually aside, my moist shaven slit now completely exposed as I lay back, spreading my long stocking clad legs wide and inviting him to mount me.

"Tell me what you want Taylor?" My husband stared down at me, the tip of his shaft mere inches from the entrance to my aching sex.

"Take me... Make love to me.... Fuck me, I don't care." I whispered softly my eyes locked with his, "I just need you in me."

Jon smiled triumphantly and pressed his cockhead between my outer lips, rubbing it against my entrance and letting my juices flow over it.

My eyes opened wide as I felt his cock start to open me up.

"Oh fuck... yesssssssssssss." I whispered as I felt him push in, his thickness stretching my pussy open while my moist labia wrapped around the circumference of his solid pole.

Halfway in Jon pulled back until just the crown was nudging my entrance again, teasing me for a moment until, without warning, he drove in hard, sinking his full length into my body in a single thrust.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...... fuck!"

Shrieking I arched my body up off the bed, my love hole splitting open to accommodate his manhood as he buried it to the root inside me.

With his cock fully sheathed in my pussy Jon pulled back again and then began to pump into me with long slow steady strokes.

My stockinged legs were spread obscenely wide now, giving my husband freedom to use me however he wanted and he took full advantage of it, vigorously slamming his thick hard length into me.

"Fuck yes, yes... oh yes, fuck me.... just fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Squealing loudly and squirming uncontrollably as he speared me, my slender form responded by jerking up off the bed covers to press against his.

"Shit baby.... you're so fucking tight." He grunted between thrusts, his firm backside starting to rise and fall steadily between my slender black stockinged thighs

Creak!

"Unghh.... Yes, yes, oh yes!"

Creak!

"Unghhhh.... Don't.... stop!"

Creak!

"Please don't... fucking... stop."

Creak!

"Aaahhhhhhh... fuck yes, fuck meeeeee!"

Beneath us the bedsprings began to protest, squeaking rhythmically in time with his deep strokes. The sound punctuated by my loud cries of pleasure every time he bottomed out inside me.

My head whipped from side to side, my eyes closed tight, as I felt my climax building rapidly to a crescendo while I squirmed under him.

"Oh God... don't stop... I'm so close..."

My hips pumped urgently upwards to meet his while my nether lips wrapped themselves around his dick cushioning every stroke he made.

"That's it baby... cum for me... cum on my cock!"

Taking his weight on his arms my husband hammered his manhood into my body, his tempo increasing as he fucked me. Staring into my eyes he watched as I succumbed to the pleasure he was creating inside me and started to lose control of my body.

Lost in the ecstasy he had ignited in me, I shuddered beneath him as I succumbed and went completely over the edge, my fingers wrapping themselves tightly in the bedcovers.

"Fuck... oh fuck... I'm... cuminggggggggggggggg!"

Squealing with delight I convulsed under him as he continued to thrust up into my spasming cunt, sending wave after wave of almost unimaginable pleasure out from my core and through my limbs.