Wife swapping

This is the first part of me and my husband swinging . How it started, and more importantly what it started.

Me and Chris had been married a few years and were blissfully happy, or so I thought. We are a very sociable couple and had a very broad circle of friends from many different backgrounds. Most of them married, and a few of them swingers.
It was Chris who brought the subject up during pillow talk. We had just had sex and were chatting in bed like you do. Pillow talk time is the time for me to really let loose with my feelings and speak the language of my mind. Chris was the same, and quite often it was a time when our sexual desires, fantasy's, and feelings came out into the open.

"What do you think of the idea of wife swapping for a weekend" He asked.

"Who the fuck would have you " I said with a cheeky grin. "I got the short straw marrying you, I doubt some other sad cow would pick the same straw" I was joking, but I thought he was joking, but he wasn't.

"No Holly seriously, what do you think of the idea"

To be honest it took the wind out of my sails, but it was clear he had gone deeply into this idea"

"Just who do you have in mind" I asked.

"Mike and Lisa"

We had known Mike and Lisa for a few years. We got on well with them and had some great nights out, but this wasn't on my bucket list at all, although I liked them both, I found Mike slightly annoying. I didn't find him as much of a pull as Chris did Lisa, he was very open about this. There was one time during our pillow talk when I asked him which other woman we knew he would fuck given the chance, and he said Lisa.

"Oh Chris what are you trying to do to me" I asked him.

As much as I loved my husband, I had quickly learned that to him my 'No' didn't mean 'No' it meant it was the start of negotiations, If I said no to sex he would pester, plead, and touch me, until he wore me down and made me change my mind. Often I would give in and submit just for a peaceful life. I knew then that I would be wore down like a thousand year old rock in a fast flowing river until he got his way.

I also worked something else out. He had suggested we take a short break away together in Scotland. But Chris was useless at covering his tracks. He was the sort of guy who if he committed a crime he would leave a calling card, totally gormless, but very lovable. I had noticed on the PC we had at the time holiday accommodation searches he had made. But it was for accommodation much larger than what we needed. Now I knew why. He was looking for accommodation for four of us and all the searches were for two double bedrooms.

"Can I give it some thought without you pressuring me" I asked, knowing full well it would be futile trying to divert him. We invited Mike and Lisa over for the evening because this needed to be discussed. I also needed to know in my head how much of this had been spoken about without my knowledge. Lisa seemed to know a lot about it which irritated me. I thought Lisa and me shared everything, but the assumption was clearly wrong. We talked into the night about the idea and in the end we all agreed to give it a go.
The idea was very simple. Chris became Lisa's husband for the weekend and Mike became mine. A full wife swap for three nights, and in bed us girls were to expect the same sexual activity we would if we were married to the men for real. I did make one rule very clear to Chris before I agreed, and this rule was written in stone. I told him I am not Bi-sexual and not to expect me to do anything personal with Lisa. I loved Lisa as a friend, but that is where the line is drawn. He accepted that.

He booked a holiday caravan on a quiet site on the west coast of Scotland for the weekend. We would arrive Friday and leave Monday. I looked at what he had booked and to be honest, I was quite happy with his choice. It wasn't a caravan as you would imagine it, more of a very large static holiday home that seemed as comfortable as a cottage would be. Very spacious it was with all the mod-cons you need. Both Lisa and Mike were quite excited.

I was still cold on the idea in the days leading up to our holiday. But I had made up my mind and decided to play this one out.

"When are you going to pack Chris" I asked him a few nights before.

"Can't you do the packing" he asked.

"No I'm not your wife for this one" Pack your own case" And so it went on. I was determined to make him suffer and have my fun.

We arrived in Scotland as a group. I took my case into our selected bedroom. It was odd to be sharing the room with Mike who followed me in, but I was. We chatted as we unpacked. I found Mike was far more helpful than Chris. If it had been Chris he would have just put the bedroom TV on to see if he could get 'Sky Sports'. Mike was different, he wanted to help and talk to me. This did make me warm to him. He would do little things for me, and nothing was too much trouble. Drawer space was limited and so both me and Mike had to put our respective underwear into the same drawer. I found that a little discomforting having to share my undies drawer with a man who wasn't my real husband. It seems silly thinking back considering what we would be doing, but it was just the way I was.

We had dinner and sat around in the sitting room chatting. I'm always one to bring a few games when we go away. I'm a 'Scrabble' freak and love thrashing Chris at the game. I usually bring a pack of cards as well. We decided to have a game of 'Chase the ace' and the loser from each round removed an item of clothing. At the end of the game Lisa was left in her knickers. I had lost my socks and skirt. Mike was down to his shirt and underpants. Chris was the loser as usual and sat there stark bollock naked. It had been great fun, but the time was after 9pm and we all, although not admitting it, knew that other fun and games were on the cards.

Mike said he needed to go to bed. What he really meant was "I'm going to bed but not to sleep and so are you Holly, get your arse in that bedroom right now I want you". Chris and Lisa headed to their bedroom and I followed Mike into ours. It felt strange closing the bedroom door behind me with Mike and not Chris. Mike by this stage had already removed the rest of his clothes and was laid on the bed playing with himself to get hard. I removed the rest of my clothes also. It was then I also noticed something else that Mike had brought that turned me cold. He produced a tube of KY Jelly lubricant that I didn't know he had, he placed it on the bedside cabinet. "What did you bring that for" I asked him with all innocence, as if I didn't know.

"For when I fuck you up your arse" He told me.

"No you are fucking not mate" I thought.

Chris knew my past. When I was 19 I had been stranger raped. It was in the past and I dealt with it. But Chris had pestered and pestered like he does for me to let him have anal sex after we met. I eventually agreed. I found it so uncomfortable that it brought back painful memories of being raped. I told Chris it was like being raped all over again, but this time by my boyfriend who I loved. Chris cried when I told him that.

"Mike I'm sorry, but no" I told him. "I agreed to this wife swap idea but you don't have the right to hurt me"

It was an awkward moment. A bit like pouring cold water on the fire, the fire needed to be rekindled, so I got on the bed and took Mike's cock in my mouth. I didn't want me to be the damp squib of the weekend. I could taste the pre-cum on the tip of Mike's dick. That salty taste that once tasted never forgotten. I worked my tongue around his shaft and began to take him deep into my mouth. Mike lay back, his hands caressing the back of my head. I felt him grip my hair as he gently encouraged my to take his dick deeper into my mouth. As I sucked him I could taste more of his pre-cum. His dick felt like it was getting stiffer.

He gently pulled away from me and told me to get on my back. As I did I began to rub my clitoris in anticipation. I instinctively opened my legs, but instead of Mike going down on me, I was mounted and he entered me. My first reaction was one of disappointment. I have never been a woman who can climax from penetration alone and need clitoral stimulation. Mike began to fuck me. I thought that is what he wants so I just allowed him. After a minute or so of us fucking he stopped and pulled out. He then got down between my legs and began to lick me out. As he did I rubbed my clitoris which was erect and very sensitive. The combination of rubbing and being licked out brought me to the most amazing climax. My legs were shaking and weak as that sensation gripped me. I felt soaking wet between the legs as Mike continued to lick me out. Mike began to rub my clitoris himself, but I had to reach for his hand and gently stop him. "I'm too sensitive now" I told him. Go back inside me.
He went inside once more and this time he fucked me so hard. The bed was creaking from the force of his thrusting. I thought he was going to push me through the headboard he was thrusting that hard. I felt soaking wet and I had creamed myself that much his cock was making a squelching noise in my vagina. That familiar slapping sound as his balls slapped against me seemed so loud.

"Do you want it in your mouth" He asked me.

I assumed he meant his cum and I immediately agreed. He pulled out and positioned himself above my face. I could see from the way he was masturbating he was near climax, so I opened my mouth and kept it open for him.

"Urgh, Urgh, Urgh" He moaned as the sperm shot out of his cock. Most of it went onto my face and hair, but a good portion went fully into my mouth. I could taste the warm salty rubbery texture so swallowed as fast as I could to get rid of the taste. I'm not going to pretend it tastes nice, because semen doesn't. But it's what he wanted so I obliged.

When we had finished I went to shower, brush my teeth, and clean up. Whist in the shower I could hear Chris and Lisa hard at it.

The sex had been fantastic, but I went back into the bedroom and Mike was in the bed by now waiting for me. As the heat of the moment began to cool I realised I didn't feel comfortable anymore. If it had been Chris who had done that to me I would have jumped in bed and started the usual pillow talk and playfulness. But I felt cheap sleeping next to a man I didn't love. Chris would have been spooned to death by me or me by him, that is how we were. But I couldn't put my arm around Mike and cuddle up, because he wasn't Chris. This caused me some confusion. I had another two nights of this before we went home as well.

It was these feelings that led to a complete change for me in the weeks that followed.