Step 1 Reflections after Swapping

Time to enjoy the aftermath of our mutual affairs with another couple. Our dear friends and respective lovers have just left about an hour ago after sharing a nice pancake breakfast and large amounts of coffee and orange juice to clear the brain.

It was our turn to host the party last night, an ordinary suburban couple just like us that like to share their spouses. Now my wife Sonja and I are both giddy like two kids at the end of Halloween night comparing their loot with a little bit of a tummy ache but knowing it was worth it and want to do it all over again.

I always look forward to reclaiming my wife after our extra-marital escapade, it enhances the adventure, her doing penance after earning the right to be reclaimed, me bathing and cleansing her body and soul to wash away her sins as only I can do, and then our re-marriage and re-consummation ritual before officially returning to our vanilla life.

A time to play and a time to pay somewhat like Marti-Gras or Carnival designed to get all the party stuff out of your system before going back to your celibate ways or like the Amish with their Rumspringa.

Our next day procedural is designed to ensure no guilt no incrimination and no regrets besides the next day starting we are usually both too damn tired and hungover to do anything but chat and reminisce.

We do spend a lot of time talking and just hanging out like before we were married exploring the new person that has just been created by the act of taking a lover.

I like to experience that slutty side of her released by another man. I expended a lot of time and effort getting her in the mood for being naughty and I want to relish that part of her before we go back to our typical married life. For tonight I want to be her husband in name only so that she can enjoy the sexual power she has confirmed by another man's lust and desire for her.

I force her to be a whore sometimes for my pleasure on occasion for the pleasure of others but always for her to know her power and her value as a sexy woman to know she can be desired and please me but also any other man she chooses.

I believe every woman wants a man to blow her skirt up to show the world she is not wearing any panties and only a bad boy can do that. The bad boy making her in to be a bad girl, dressing her up like a Barbie doll in a hooker outfit and watching her turn a trick. Letting her blame it all on him, playing the victim not willing to incriminate herself or take any responsibility, making it all his fault even though she knows she wants it even more than him.

I like daring her to go beyond anything she has ever done before and finding out what she will do. I accept the risk of opening Pandora's box peeling off and experiencing those many layers of her sexual being, some layers she never knew she had and some that will never be seen again. Enjoying the taboo aspect of testing our relationship and creating a new sexual dynamic for us to try out.

She likes to explore my experiences as well wanting to crawl into my thoughts and emotions desiring to know it not so much as her husband but as a typical man the thoughts and pleasures that I feel. To understand my experiences, with another woman and how it feeds my masculinity and what I feel watching her with another man the sights the sounds, and the impact on the lust and emotions I have.

Our personalities our sexual needs and desires all change after each extra-marital encounter we are different people needing to get reacquainted in our love and our sex lives. It forces us to explore what has changed and what is still the same. We are addicted to rolling the dice and seeing what has emerged with the new us. Who are we now? It is like opening a gift-wrapped package and enjoying the surprise.

We get together frequently to commit infidelity and let our spouses watch us. We like being other people's fuck toys and making them ours. Letting another man borrow my wife's pussy for the evening while I borrow his all in the name of fun and enlightened adultery.

We do it mostly for the thrill of being bad and to feel alive savoring the moment, embracing the experience so we can enjoy it long after it is over. We purposely let our love get tainted so we can know each other as the kinky perverted persons that we typically try to hide and conceal from one another.

I think our insecurities are what prevents me as her husband from transporting her back and forth across the dividing line between fantasy and reality. Every so often she needs to live out a fantasy in another man's bed, role-playing just does not take either of us far enough over that line to feed our sexual hunger. We both need to explore different levels of intimacy with someone else because of the fear of being judged by our partner.

To us, it is not always just about sex sometimes it is just public acts of affection, kissing, or groping our forbidden lovers in public places that we might be seen by other people we know. Playacting out the not-so-secret affairs that we make it up as we go along rewriting and replaying it in the semi-real world we create. Enjoying all the little nuances and exploring the fantasy with all the simulated emotions and drama like horny actors in a sexy soap opera.

We enjoy reconciling the difference between the reality in our lives and the role play fantasy filling in the blank spaces with our imagination to make it more sexual and more fun. Confession is good for the soul, erotic confession about our lovers even better when we write down our thoughts, emotions, and erotic images so we can explore them later and hold on to the thrill of sneaking around and being naughty.

We celebrate our transgressions like the crowning of a king and queen taking our rightful place in a world we have chosen for ourselves, not the one that was chosen for us by society. We prefer that the walk of shame be a triumphant march, like a struct down Bourbon street during Marti-Gras or dancing in the Samba Drome in Rio during carnival a celebration of our sexuality as individuals and as a couple.

Returning to normality should also be an erotic journey in and of itself. Putting the Genie back in the bottle can be as much fun and erotic as letting her out to play. I love my wife and have no desire for any other woman. We always have great sex, but it goes from great to mind-blowing, after we have had sex with other people.

"Reclaiming" is reconnecting, looking loving each other, and feeling the shared experience enjoying the difference between role-playing and living in a role. Using and dissecting our extra-marital experiences like a Rosetta stone to decipher and translate our ever-evolving sexual needs and wants so that those experiences grow us together rather than apart.

Last night we spent the entire night with our lovers, her in our marital bed and me and my lover in the guest bedroom. That is not always the case on occasion we trade back and spend the night with our spouses.

Sonja likes to spend the morning after our group session lounging around the house playing a sexy hooker in a bordello waiting for her next customer, parading around in a full-length blue satin dressing gown like a 1930s movie star aloof, sexy, and a Goddess for all the ages.

She made a snide comment about my wardrobe choice of a tee shirt and boxer shorts which I then retorted by saying "Sorry but my wife wasn't around to dress me this morning she was busy sleeping with another man."

Normally I would avoid drama, but this is one of those few exceptions when it is simulated drama and a type of role-playing that adds to the excitement of our illicit adventure and occasionally leads to sexual tensions and sometimes rough sex, so I go for it. She was too tired to take the bait this morning, so I let it slide.

The doorbell rings and the delivery man drop off the roses I order for her from my cell phone this morning I also sent some roses to my lady friend from last night thanking her for the evening. I can tell they just arrived since her husband just sent my wife a text about how good last night was for him doing it out of embarrassment and to even the score with me.

The late morning quickly turns into early afternoon and we have a light lunch then change clothes and spend some time out by the pool using the sun to sweat out some of the alcohol from last night and so we can make room for more later this evening.

As the sun sets and early evening is upon us, we decide about dinner. I had made reservations at one of our favorite restaurants, but a nasty thunderstorm is preventing us from going out. They do deliver so we ordered our favorite dishes to eat here at home instead.

Even though we are not going out we do want to dress up and make it feel like a date. Since we are not going out in public, I coax her into making her choice of evening ware sluttier than was originally planned and she still insists that I wear a suit. I do not like wearing a tie, but she does enjoy taking it off me and I have lost more than few good dress shirts with her overzealous attempt to undress me which is well worth it. I whine and complain enough to eventually get her to accept me with an open shirt and dress slacks.

After dinner, we put on some soft music, a little slow dancing, and then partially undress each other before retiring to the couch. We are both worn out from last night and assure each other there is no strong expectation of sex tonight.

The quizzing and teasing about the shared activities of the previous evening soon get underway.

Sometimes we need to crawl over the sexually used up bodies of our extra-marital lovers to appreciate what we have with each other. We deal with our emotional baggage with the reclaiming process unpacking those emotions and putting them away in the furthermost reaches of the closet of our minds just like we do with a suitcase after a fun vacation.

In the middle of our swap session last night, we do like to take a short break with our spouses to taunt and tease each other and to enjoy the moment. The fresh sights and sounds of watching each other having unbridled sex with another person make us lust for each other with an incredible intensity. The smell of sex and the cum still oozing from her pussy along with the physical touch is usually more than I can stand.

During these erotic interludes, we are like two caged animals wanting to get at each other and being denied the freedom to do so. After a short tortuous few minutes, we return to our lovers and use those unmet desires to intensify the sex we have with our naughty playmates. We believe in total immersion when we take a lover and even more so when we return to our traditional domain as husband and wife.

Her blatant acts of adultery trill me so much more than mine, yet it is one of those subtle secrets I refrain from admitting to her.

Sometimes the kinkiest most erotic thing you can do is wait your turn. Watching and waiting while another man fucks your wife knowing I cannot have her again until after she fucks him. The exquisite mental torture of being denied what you want so bad. Knowing another man's cum is in there to compete with mine like two Gladiators in the Roman Colosseum trying to prove their worth. Maybe I have a repressed martyr complex but then again when it is my turn, I am the king of the universe.

I suppose I have some type of caveman need inside me to fight for my woman. Watching her have sex with other men gives me the motivation to be rough with her, to release that primal rage I cannot bring out otherwise, or at least that is what I tell her to convince her to play the game. She likes the rough sex I give her when she has been bad. Paying the price for being naughty is sometimes an even greater reward for her.

For me, jealousy in the right controlled amounts is the most incredible aphrodisiac. It is a gift that can magnify all the other emotions and reconfirm the love you know you have. Sometimes the same things that can deflate your male ego can also inflate your penis when done by the right woman. Guilt is also its very own form of pleasure and provides a special spice to the many emotions in the erotic meal of sharing spouses, and then there is that sweet dessert of the reclaiming ritual to take back our rightful place as husband and wife.

My wife is just too damn sexy not to share and she always looks good but especially looking face down and ass up with another man pounding her pussy into next county. She always has that naughty look of lust on her face as another man's cock enters her especially if he is the kind of lover that takes her pussy exactly where it needs to go. It may be for only one night, but if he pushes all the right buttons and rings all the right bells it will make that bitch dog hiding inside her jump out and start howling at the moon.

I usually need to start the conversation about the activities of last night to get her to share her thoughts, once I do her competitive nature usually motivates her to describe in detail and even embellish her own experience.

I am convinced Sonja has a certain amount of penis envy. I know for a fact she would consider girl-on-girl sex if she could use a strap-on cock on the other bitch and could show her no mercy. When it is her turn to cross-examine me about the previous night's activities, she wants all the details about me fucking the other woman especially when I shoot my load of cum inside her. I believe she would gladly trade bodies for one night just to experience the sensation of ejaculating inside a woman. I think she wants to explore her forced impregnation fetish to know what it is like from both ends of the penis.

Our erotic conversation, light petting combined with a couple of glasses of wine is taking a toll on our agreement to forget about having sex tonight. We leave the living room and waltz down the hallway to the master bedroom.

I had not re-entered our master bedroom since she entertained her love buddy there last night. I slowly examine the scene of the crime moving some pillows and other objects around from the bed to a chair taking stock of the remains of their love nest and what is normally our marital bed.

"Are you looking for something?" She inquired.

"Just checking under the bed to make you don't have any leftover lovers lying in wait."

"I always hide them in the closet, their penis is too big they won't fit under the bed."

I can see the cum stains on the sheets where her temporary lover marked his place and challenged my manhood. A cream pie certification where he planted his sperm in my wife as an acknowledgment of his manly power in my matrimonial domain.

I should be repulsed by the image, but it relieves me of any obligation and limitations of being her husband for tonight. No husband-and-wife hang-ups this evening just two whores using each other for sex. I can tell she wants the same thing.

Sonja walked up to me, put her arms around my neck, and implanted a soft kiss on my lips. I responded with equal fervor kissing her till our bodies are molded together in a close embrace. My lips met hers, and our tongues began to play. Sonja slipped her tube dress off while continuing with her soft hug and light groping of my ass checks while scrutinizing my facial expression for any response.

I began to explore first her shoulders and then more slowly her neckline with my lips. Sonja just leaned back and let me take her in, offering up no resistance to my sensual overtures.

She whispered that the way I kissed her sent shivers down her back.

I moved down, gently lifting her heaving breasts. One by one I kissed and caressed her splendid orbs.

Soon her nipples were hard, the blood pulsing through them felt good against my lips.

Now my soft mini kisses worked their way down her torso stopping just above her slit pausing for just a few seconds to let her anticipate my next move. I began to lick in a circle around her entrance with my tongue, getting closer and closer to its destination with each pass. First clockwise then counterclockwise then up and down the outside of her opening with my tongue knocking at her door teasing her to see just how badly she wanted me to come in.

I took Sonja's pussy lips into my fingers and parted them, immediately began flicking my tongue into her pink depths.

"Oh my god!" she moaned.

I grabbed ahold of her g-spot with my lips and suckled hard.

She let out a loud, passionate moan.

I could tell my teasing was making her frantic for something large and meaty inside her.

She pushed me back and then began to trace her hand down my body where she clutched my cock and started moving her mouth up and down on it. I felt her tongue pressed against my rounded tip and her lips began sucking hard around the rim. She then proceeded to take my entire length into her mouth leaving me breathless and my entire body just as rigid as cock.

As I groaned, she started bobbing and sucking it in her mouth for the best deep throat action I could ever imagine. "WOW," It was an incredible sensation. Her lips and tongue felt attached to the head of my penis, continuing to suck. I could not take anymore, and I pulled out of her mouth before I was completely spent.

She forced me back onto the bed and then crawled up on top of me still wearing her bright blue satin, G-string panties.

She quickly straddled my body like she was mounting a horse at a racetrack and pulled her panties to the side and slowly rubbed my cock over the outside, rubbing it over her clit and her panties.

The mushroom head of my cock was now wet with her juices. She then positioned my cock at the entrance of her love cavern, and she lowered herself slowly taking it inside her sheathing it and making it part of own her body.

Eventually, my shaft filled her right up, and I moved my hips up and around, stretching her even further.

"Oh yes. That feels good. Oh, you feel good." Sonja continued to ride my cock gliding up and down on it making a sex face that vacillated between both pain and pleasure and sounds much like a wounded animal.

She felt so wet as she enveloped my cock. Her blue panties looked delightful as she was riding me, and her voluptuous breast jiggling just above me almost poking me in the eye brought an uncontrollable smile of joy to my face.

I slapped the side of her ass. "Oh, oh." She shrieked. I then ran my hand under her panties and lightly rubbed her clit.

She continued to rise and fall on my penis emotionally detached lost in the mechanical movement of her body thrusting into mine oblivious to everything but her selfish pleasure., I felt her juices starting to flow down my cock and soaking her panties. She began moaning harder and harder.

"Oh yes. Your cock. Feels so good." She started bouncing up and down faster and faster, then she dropped her body flat on me. Her breast landing right on my chest.

Her mouth meeting mine and she sucked the air right out my mouth. She turned her head as her hips moved faster as she felt my cock driving in and out of her.

My hand was soaked with her juices as I continued to rub her clit. I pushed my hips up to thrust into her each time she drove her body down onto me wanting to be as deep as I could when I planted my seed inside her.

"Oh! Yes!" She exclaimed as she sat back up; Oh yes! Oh Yes!" And she fell back flat down continuing to work my cock in and out of her cunt.

I pushed deeper into her, and she suddenly froze as I moved my hips even further and rubbed her clit a little harder.

She began to raise herself up and down, rotating her hips as she did so. I simply lay there. Her hand pressing down on my stomach leaving no doubt that she did not want me to move.

"Just let me just fuck you."

I lay there watching as my cock would almost emerge from her cunt only to be plunged back deep inside each time reaching new depths of her body. Every time it emerged it was even more coated with her juices. I loved the sight of her labia as they cling to my cock while she rises above me, only to be stretched wider around me as she sinks her back down grabbing onto my cock with her vagina. It is a gorgeous sight much like an erotic dream from another time and place.