In some ways, it seemed too late to get too adventurous at this point in my life.
At least I could live vicariously through this favorite teacher of mine, Mr. Fellows. He could sure as hell show me a thing or two about life...
And honestly, I think something about Dan's age was a major factor in why I felt so deeply connected with him. He was just so mature, and made me feel safe when I was in his arms, which is something I can't say I ever fully had with Rob. But the thing is, Dan actually took chances in his life, and was adventurous, and so it seemed so strange that that could somehow make me feel more secure, despite it being tenuous and, in some ways, even dangerous.
But, I wasn't about to start questioning any of this, really. I wanted it to last, and I didn't want to ruin it by thinking harder than I should have about the whole situation.
As far as I was concerned, those few weeks were the happiest of my life, or at the very least the happiest I'd experienced in a long, long time. Happier than my honeymoon, even. Despite the wholly unlikely odds, I somehow felt as though I was precisely where I wanted to be.
But then, without warning, something started to change.
Or maybe there was a warning, and I just didn't manage to pick up on it. I'm not really sure, even in hind sight...
But, after a while, maybe a month or so of all this happening, a certain sort of distance began to take shape between Dan and I, or at least on Dan's part. I couldn't really figure out what it was- guilt, I ventured a guess- but it wasn't anything like the distance between Rob and I. It was completely understandable, I thought, if guilt had something to do with it, but I didn't dare ask him aloud if that was, in fact, the case. I didn't want to tear open some unpleasant wounds by discussing what was on both of our minds, wounds that might not ever stop bleeding if they were messed with. But you can believe it really bothered the hell out of me all the same.
Then, finally, without a trace, it seemed that Dan and I were no longer a thing. I'd texted him, and he hadn't replied, and then he never did reply, even though I sent a series of follow-up texts with increasing desperation.
After a while, though, I stopped sending him messages. I was no crazy psycho of a woman, and as excruciatingly it hurt me, as deeply enraged as I may have been at him, I knew when to quit.
This couldn't have gone on forever.
My days returned to normal, and it was everything I could do to keep from bursting out crying at the drop of a hat, feeling as hopeless as I ever did, and wishing, as much as I'd enjoyed it all, that I'd never started the damn affair with him to begin with.
For three weeks it went on like this, without a word from his end.
And then, completely unexpected, I heard from him out of the blue.
I'd since deleted his number in my phone, thinking that seeing it there would only tempt me into trying to contact him again, so the message came up without a name. “Please come over. We need to talk, if that's alright.”
Oh God...
I was pissed off at hell at him for a fraction of a second when I read this, but it instantly vaporized into a naïve sense of hope, a happy anxiety, and I knew, for the life of me, that I could not allow myself to fuck up whatever the hell this was this time around.
I made a point of preparing myself as adequately as I could manage, even stopping by the mall the day the two of us were set to meet to by a sexy new set of lingerie- a black bra and panties, full of sheer patches that left little to nothing to one's imagination. I looked damn fine in the things, which was good because I was going to need all the confidence for this meeting that I could possibly get...
Now, it was technically true that I had no clue for certain whether this meeting with Dan was going to turn out to be the sexy, steamy rendezvous that I had in mind for it- that was just pure assumption on my part. I acknowledged to myself that it might not be, but whatever the case was, I felt I needed to be as ready for it as I could.
At any rate, I felt vastly in over my head as I sat in my parked car outside his home that evening after work, waiting with anticipation, holding my breath and considering making a U-turn and heading back in the direction of home.
But at the same time, I knew full well that if I didn't go through with this I would only regret it, and whatever the results of this rendezvous were, I needed to make myself go through with it.
I knocked on his front door.
He opened it wide, and I practically felt the breath drain out of me entirely, as I stared for the first time in forever into his eyes, nervous and trembling, but attempting not to become too overwhelmed.
“Dan... It's been a while,” I said after what seemed an interminable silence, and he smiled at me.
“I'm so, so sorry for things coming to such an abrupt stop before... Please, come in, and I'll explain... There are some things we really need to talk through...”
I stepped inside, smiling, ready for the chat that would, hopefully, get the two of us back on track as far as our extramarital relationship was concerned.
But then, almost immediately after the front door was closed, I caught sight of Rob sitting on the sofa, right in the middle of Dan's living room, and my brain went spinning wildly, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
“Oh my God... Rob... I... What the hell-?”
Dan, thankfully, calmed me down, although at this point I was so scared shitless about what was happening that I felt as though I was hyperventilating.
He explained calmly, “I was enjoying what you and I had together... More, really, than I've enjoyed being with anyone, in a long, long time... But, after a while, well... I started to feel guilty about what we were doing. It just seemed so wrong... Your daughter was in my class, and I was threatening to wreck her parents' marriage... I didn't want to get into a big scene about it or anything, and the only thing I could think to do that seemed even semi-decent was to sort of phase things out... I know it wasn't really fair of me, but...
“Well, anyway... That went on for a while, and even though I still couldn't really get over you that easily, I thought it was over. I could go on, at least as much as I could. But then, I would keep seeing your daughter in class, and it would make me feel so terrible... I knew I shouldn't have, that I should have just let sleeping dogs lie, but... Well, I just felt like I had to be honest, to tell Rob here what we'd been doing, and straighten this out once and for all. Only, when I told him... His reaction wasn't at all what I might have expected it to be...”
At this point, I turned instinctively to my husband, who was smiling at me more devilishly than ever. He stood up from the couch, walking up toward me in a fashion that I had to admit felt just the least bit menacing, but I tried the best I could not to be intimidated.
“At first, I was pretty hurt that you would betray me like that... But, at the same time, the more I thought about it, the less angry I got... You and I got married young, before we'd really matured and knew what we wanted with certain things in our lives. And as far as I'm concerned, I still wouldn't trade our marriage for the world, but I can definitely understand the urge to want to... Experiment... Try new things now and then... Hell, I can't say I haven't had the same feelings myself... My only real disappointment is that you never thought to include me you at all in your little fun...”
And then, he did something that astounded me, and which set the scene for the remainder of the long, steamy evening ahead of us...
My husband walked right past me, much to my surprise, and put his lips onto Dan's. My jaw nearly hit the damn floor, as Dan leaned down into him and the two men in my life shared an open mouthed kiss, pushing their tongues into one another, and Dan reaching down to Rob's crotch, squeezing hard on what was clearly a boner, until at last Dan was left groaning, shivering, and the two men pushed themselves apart again.
And suddenly, I was wet as hell...
The men stared into one another's eyes, gasping and panting, and then turned to me smiling more severely than ever, taking my own breath away.
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“I can really see why you chose Dan here, of all people... He's been one hell of a teacher... He's shown me a lot about myself that I might never have known otherwise. He's just so worldly and experienced... He actually wondered if you and I might be interested in taking a little bit of a coed class with him together... Open enrollment starts today, if you think you might be up for it...”
And now, I was far, far wetter than hell...
My new bra and panties, which I'd purchased with the notion of doing a cute little striptease for Dan in his bed, did me very little good in my present circumstances. They frankly didn't stand a chance between the ravenous appetites of these two swollen studs, as they sank their claws beneath the fabric and peeled me down to my burning, naked bodies, ravishing me with love and so many kisses I thought I might die, whisking me through the house with their two swinging dicks slapping against me with every step they took, and shutting us inside the steam filled bathroom.
Once again, I was in Dan's shower, but this time it was two men who pressed themselves up against me, the three of us rubbing around one another's wet bodies as we twisted and writhed into a number of positions in the cramped little shower stall. They had their lips all over me, sucking on my nipples, kissing my neck and my lips, smacking wet pecks onto my ass and taking turns sucking on my pussy. I thought I might come close to passing out between these two dirty sexpots' imaginative efforts, and my disbelief that this was even happening made me feel dizzy with delight.
And it wasn't just me they played with, either. Frequently, I caught them pushing their hands between my legs with the express goal of seizing and playing with one another's long, hard cocks, jerking one another off, and just to mess with them as they did so I would close my legs like a vice around their dicks, squeezing tightly, giggling as they retaliated by sticking their fingers up inside me.
At one point, Dan pushed his entire weight up against my body, forcing me up against Rob and pinning both of us up against the wall of the shower, as behind me Dan grabbed his mature cock up and down between the wet, shampoo slathered cheeks of my ass, getting me worked up like hell.
Finally, Rob and Dan started kissing again, much to my delight. And it was at this sublime point that I squatted down onto my knees and began to deep throat both men, slathering their cocks with spit and alternating between downing either one of them as far as I could, choking myself on their immensities, struggling to breathe in the steamy, stifling air, but loving the whole ordeal more and more as the moments rolled along.
The water began to get cold, and the two men pulled themselves apart, staring down at me as I continued to suck them off, and grinning as they surely considered all the things they would be doing to me in just a matter of moments.
The two men dried me off with a tenderness was almost romantic, if the circumstances had been different and I didn't already have an inkling of the sweet, sweet brutality that was about to be in store for me...
Soon, I was being carried by both of them into Dan's room, almost in the style of being carried to a marital bed on one's honeymoon, and they sat me down on the mattress, body still damp with perspiration as I awaited what wonderful things they might be about to have in store for me. It was strange, I felt almost like a patient in a hospital or something, my body being manhandled and instructed to wait by passively as they decided what they would do to me next. And to be honest, that strange notion turned me on like hell... I reached between my legs accordingly, rubbing my pussy and limbering myself up as I watched the two naked men with their long erections whispering into one another's ears, discussing what their strategy for boning me should be, whether they should take turns and in what order, I assumed.
And then I saw Dan pulling out a condom, much to my consternation and confusion. Maybe I was underestimating the extent to which this thing would go, but up to this point Dan and I had never used protection in the past- I was on birth control, and Dan was completely clean, with me being his only other sex partner at the point in time of our affair. So the fact of him putting a rubber on now of all times seemed confusing to me.
At any rate, as I watched him put it on, it was my husband, not Dan, who came climbing up onto me, backwards from the direction that I might have imagined him doing so. He dipped his head between my thighs, and I opened my mouth to receive him in turn, as we arranged our bodies into a sixty-nining configuration.
I opened wide, and he slid his cock into the tight, wet crook of my throat, and I suddenly felt the shock of sensation from my pussy as he began to munch on my cunt in turn. I moaned past the obstacle of his erection as he ate me, loving the hell out of this, and not bothering to wonder where exactly this might all be heading.
After a few minutes, however, Dan added his weight to the bed, and the mystery of the condom was suddenly and erotically revealed. I hadn't been expecting it at all, but Dan was climbing up onto Rob right over my face, pushing his condom-clad cock into my husband's butthole, sliding himself inside, and making my eyes grow wide as the churning of dick into anus took place directly in my field of vision.
And good God, was it beautiful...
It turned me on like hell to suddenly discover that my husband was full on bisexual, not just experimental as he'd claimed, and I savored the collision of their bodies as they fucked right on top of me. Their scrotums rattled around crazily, pelvis smashing into ass and Dan's fingers sinking into Rob's flesh, as all the while Rob moaned crazily with pleasure, the sensation of him licking me down below intensifying to an extent that I could hardly stand with the extra visual stimulation of these two going at it anally.
At last, when it seemed the two of them could no longer stand it, my husband's pounding came to an abrupt halt, and the two of them collapsed without having arrived at climax.
I was next, though, and it would be my own tight wet body that would finish the job...
The three of us collapsed, panting and kissing one another while we regained our strength, and it wasn't long at all before we were rearranging ourselves, getting our bodies into position for the grand and long anticipated finale.
I climbed onto my husband and he entered me from beneath, the force of his cock more splendid than I'd remembered it, causing me to moan and to cringe as he touched down deep inside me. Then, Dan mounted me from the top, this time with the condom removed, and he pushed himself inside me atop my husband's own cock, grinding up deep, tight, and excruciating into my body, the sensations beautiful as the two huge men stretched me out, and my eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy as they both touched down at last.
I was full to the brim at this point, my body prone to bursting, and about to do just that as they churned me up with their love. They began to thrust, to fuck, to pound me from either angle, pushing their bodies into mine, the three of us meeting in the middle, and our flesh melting devastatingly into one another. I groaned and moaned, and began to sweat like hell as the two men's cocks slid across one another inside me, turning me on like hell, as all the while their thrusts grew harder, harder, harder, faster, faster, faster, and God, oh God, oh fuck, I couldn't fucking take it anymore...
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
At once, the two of them hit my tightest, wettest, sweetest spot, and I was sent plunging into carnal splendor, my entire body shaking, twitching, and the two of them unleashing their full, hot fury inside me. They began to ejaculate wildly up my pussy, coating my floral folds with their scorching, molten magma, lubricating one another with their sperm as they continued to thrust, and this notion, in itself, sending me soaring across the finish line.
An orgasm, unlike any I had ever before had the blinding pleasure of experiencing, came booming through my body like a fucking shockwave, blinding me with pleasure, causing my screams to become ear piercing, and leaving me so drunk off my ass with the love of the two men inside me that I didn't think I would survive the rest of the ride.
And at last, they pulled out of me, the three of us slick and sticky and all practically scorched in
the afterglow, entwined and kissing and continuing to fuck for hours thereafter, a potentially dreadful situation having come to the happiest conclusion possible.
And God, what a long, hot, incredible night it was...
THE END
Island Hot Swap
Chapter 1
I woke up, stretching like a cat in the sun, whimpering in a fashion that was particularly feminine, working the kinks of sleep from my spine and loving the coolness of the sheets up against my warm, naked body. I brought my arms up over my head, and curled my toes, closing my eyes and allowing my nostrils to flare, groaning with such satisfaction that it should have been criminal. I remained like that for some time, extended in this fashion, simply absorbing, taking in what was around me, and savoring each delicate feeling as the moments ticked by. There was, of course, a mild roaring to be heard, and for a moment I compared it with something I'd heard back home, in the city, and which had a habit of pissing me off rather routinely. The engine of a garbage truck idling, for instance, as unpleasant an ambience for greeting the day as you might care to imagine.
But this particular noise was nothing at all like that, at least no more than in being reminiscent of it, the contrast the only notable cause for recollection. This sound was soothing, gentle, and inviting, and I could have gotten lost in it forever, in the warm air and the carefree surroundings. I actually came mighty damn close to drifting back into sleep again, in fact, the noise being like a lullaby as it was. But at last, I managed to scoop my head back up, and gently pry apart my eyelids, thinking that surely the visage of my surroundings couldn't possibly stack up to the utopian picture of things I'd built up in my mind.
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