Kyra was ready to go all the way, but she knew Ethan still had some doubts, as much as the idea turned him on. She assured him that she wasn’t ready to rush into anything either. Still, she suspected that if they were put into a situation he would surprise himself.
“So when we get together, what do you guys want to do?” It was like Ami read her mind.
“I thought we were going to have dinner and play some board games,” Kyra said innocently.
“You know what I mean. We’ve found that things go better if everyone is one the same page. If you have limits it’s better to know up front so you don’t feel pushed into anything. I know you guys want to take it slow and we’re okay with that.”
“You guys are like the perfect swinger starter couple.”
Ami laughed. “That’s sweet, but we just remember what it was like when we decided to do some experimenting. Rob and I were ready to jump right in, but not everyone is like that. And we’re patient, but don’t think we’re saints. I know Rob can’t wait to get you into bed.”
“That’s okay. Ethan barely took his eyes off you all night.” Is it weird that we’re discussing sharing our spouses and it doesn’t bother me at all? Kyra wondered.
“I noticed. I kept hoping he would ask me to dance.”
“Neither of us are dancers, really.”
“So what did you guys decide after Saturday night?”
“We’re not ready for full-blown out sex, but we’re open to seeing what happens. I know what I’d like.”
“That is?” Ami asked. When Kyra looked away, suddenly shy, Ami turned her new friend toward her. “You don’t have to be embarrassed by anything. I think we’ve shared quite a lot, and hopefully we will be sharing a lot more.” She smiled kindly.
Kyra knew she was being silly. She’d already played the fantasy out in her mind so many times, and she and Ethan had shared it while making love, but admitting to Ami somehow made it more concrete, because once she said it she knew it would really happen and she had to be sure she really wanted it. As ready as she thought she was, she knew doing it would be entirely different from just fantasizing. Would she be embarrassed by the way she climaxed or would she lose her nerve when she had to take her clothes off? She wasn’t sure if she could live without knowing at this point.
“I know I want to make love in front of you guys and I want to see you.”
“That sounds like an excellent start,” Ami grinned, embracing Kyra.
“We’ll see,” Kyra replied, suddenly very nervous.
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Ethan took it in stride when Ami greeted him with a full-on kiss, pressing her body to his, and even happily accepted a little slip of the tongue from her. It was made less awkward by the fact that his wife and Rob were also making out right beside them in the foyer. Ami was a great kisser and when he let go he really enjoyed it. He reminded himself that he was just going to let go and have fun tonight. There’s no reason to be nervous, he told himself. You’re into this too, so just relax. He sneaked a peek while he and Ami kissed and found seeing Kyra kissing Rob sexy.
Ami opened her eyes too, nibbled his bottom lip and laughed, “Caught you peeking.”
“Guess I’m just a voyeur,” he admitted with a grin.
“We encourage that here,” Rob said, giving Kyra one more squeeze before letting her go.
Rob gave them the five-cent tour while Ami went back to the kitchen to tend to dinner. Kyra asked if she needed help, but she insisted she had things well in hand. It was large, typical of most new suburban subdivisions, with three bedrooms upstairs, one of which was converted into a computer room. The living room was in the front, with a dining room right behind, while the back was dominated by a huge eat-in kitchen. The entire house was hardwood floors, except for the finished basement, which Rob described as his “man cave.” The guys stayed down in the basement, so Rob could show off his latest gadgets, while Kyra joined Ami in the kitchen.
“You look so good tonight,” Ami said as she tossed the salad.
“Do you think so?” Kyra was wearing a white vest that showed a good bit of cleavage and a loose, but short black skirt. Not long ago she wouldn’t have been comfortable showing so much skin.
"You look hot. I'm jealous."
Kyra took in Ami, who was dressed in a short red and black kilt skirt with black stockings and red heels and an ivory silk blouse that was sheer enough to see the camisole underneath. The hard points of her nipples suggested she was not wearing a bra. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail with a red ribbon.
"Ami, you have no reason to be jealous. You look amazing."
"Thanks. With two hot blondes up here I wonder why our husbands are downstairs!"
Actually at that moment the men were discussing their wives while sharing a drink at the bar built against the far wall, which Ethan recognized from Rob and Ami's pictures. He thought Ami looked like a wet dream and he could still feel her kiss on his lips. The first time they met, she looked like any attractive mom from the neighborhood, but tonight she really looked like she was ready for some action. It made Ethan think that maybe he was too. He knew that Kyra told Ami what their limitations were, but now he wondered if he wanted to stick to those. Thinking about getting Ami naked was pretty easy when one of her best nude pictures was of her lying on top of the very bar where he rested his elbow. Most of her pictures had been taken in the basement. One of the cutest was of her in a Philadelphia Eagles jersey, high heels and nothing else, leaning back with her elbows on the bar.
"What are you thinking about? That's an odd look on your face," Rob said.
"Honestly, your wife. I recognize your basement from her pictures."
"Oh yeah. We thought they came out well."
"You could say that."
Rob chuckled. "We're glad you and Kyra came over tonight. I think we'll have a good time and don't worry, Ami told me about her conversation with Kyra. We're not going to try to push you guys."
"I'm not worried. I feel like I can trust you with Kyra. I know you wouldn't take things too far."
"Thanks, man. That means a lot."
The men were called upstairs for dinner, where they all enjoyed grilled plank salmon, a salad of fresh greens and aromatic, buttery rolls. Dinner was excellent and Ethan went out of his way to compliment the cook. Ami joked that it was nice to be appreciated for once.
"When I usually make dinner for Rob and Tyler they inhale their dinner," Ami said.
Rob opened a bottle of wine, but Kyra and Ethan drank sparingly. They both wanted clear minds for the evening. When the meal was finished, Ethan insisted on helping Ami clear the dishes.
"If you're going to do that, I'm going to borrow your wife. We'll get things set up downstairs," Rob said.
Downstairs, Rob handed Kyra a stack of board games and she carried them over and set them down on the low coffee table, which was surrounded by a wraparound couch. He came up behind her while she was bent over and whistled.
"You have to love that view," Rob said.
"Really?”
Kyra had started to stand straight, but stopped, aware that her skirt was almost high enough to show her flimsy black panties. She'd only ever worn the skirt in public once and decided it was too much trouble to try and keep from flashing people. He came around and palmed her ass. She was flattered because despite all her work at the gym, she was still self conscious about her butt. Her body still wasn't as tight as Ami's. Rob squeezed her cheeks and she pushed back into him.
"Are you crazy? Most guys like a butt with some shape and cushion to it. You should be proud woman."
When she did stand and turn, she was in his arms and his hands came to rest on her butt again, kneading her cheeks. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"Is it against the rules if I kiss you right now?” she asked.
"We're playing by your guys' rules, so you tell me. I know Ami wouldn't mind a harmless kiss."
"I'm sure it will be harmless."
Meanwhile upstairs, Ethan was at the sink rinsing and putting dishes in the dishwasher while Ami brought things in from the dining room. She handed him a dish and told him that was the last of it.
"Are you always so helpful?” Ami asked, snuggling up behind him and putting her arms around his waist.
"I try to be where I'm needed."
"I'll have to keep that in mind. I've got a couple things that need to be taken care of. How about you?” Ami dropped her hand to cup him through his slacks and his cock jumped.
Ethan's heart was beating fast and he wondered if this was appropriate with Kyra and Rob out of the room. It was hard to think about that with Ami rubbing his cock, though. He shut off the water and turned around, but she did not back off.
"Oh, what do you need help with?"
"I don't know if you noticed, but I seem to have misplaced my bra. I could use a little support."
She took his hands and put them over her breasts and he squeezed them, feeling her nipples burrow into his palms through her top. Of course he noticed. He'd been trying not to stare all night. She was smaller than his wife up top, but she felt really good and her nipples were impossibly hard. He lightly pinched them and Ami closed her eyes and moaned softly.
"You've got great hands," she purred.
"Thanks."
Ethan could have done that all night, but finally she told him, "We should probably get downstairs and get the fun rolling."
Rob and Kyra were sitting at the bar talking when they went downstairs and Ethan appreciated the view of his wife’s legs as she sat perched on a bar stool in that very short skirt. If she wasn’t careful when she got up everyone was going to see what she was wearing under it. By tracking Rob’s eyes Ethan saw he was appreciating the view as well. Kyra had a glass of wine that was mostly full and Rob was sipping Johnny Walker Black. Rob fixed drinks for the others and they moved over to the coffee table, where a Trivial Pursuit board was laid out.
“We were thinking about swapping for teams,” Rob said.
“Swapping sounds fine,” Ami said, looking to Ethan.
“It’s okay with me,” he replied.
Ethan and Ami sat together on the big, wraparound couch on one side of the coffee table, while Rob and Kyra took the other. Rob put his arm around Kyra and Ethan was a little surprised by the other man’s ease with his wife. It was the first taste of what was to come and Ethan felt a small buzz of excitement. He put his arm on the back of the couch and Ami leaned into him, kicking off her shoes and tucking her legs underneath her, which spread open a large gap in her kilt.
As the game went on Ethan appreciated his seat more and more because Kyra had to lean forward every time she needed to move a piece or roll the dice or take a question card and it gave him a great view down her vest to the edges of her lacy black bra. As he watched Kyra snuggle closer to Rob and rest her hand on his thigh he felt uneasy and aroused at the same time. It was an odd combination of feelings. Of course he had his arm around Ami and his hand resting on her side, just below her invitingly unencumbered breast. She kept shifting around, opening her kilt wider and wider and did not bother to fix it and he could nearly see to her panties. Kyra caught him looking down at Ami’s legs and smiled at him.
Kyra could see her husband relaxing by degrees. He looked uncomfortable at first when they sat down, but as he saw how relaxed everyone else was he seemed to unwind. She could tell that he liked being so close to Ami, especially when she rested her hand so high on his thigh, and Ethan seemed to be torn between looking at Kyra and Rob and looking down at Ami’s ever more exposed legs. Kyra was excited to see Ami draped onto her husband and she tingled more and more as Ami’s hand crept higher. But watching wasn’t the only thing turning her on. Just the way Rob caressed her bare arm and neck and the way he casually played with her hair had her pulse racing. She so wanted to grab and kiss him, but she wasn’t ready to make the first move of the night. She thought maybe they would turn the game into some kind of strip variation, but Rob and Ami seemed perfectly content to play regular old Trivial Pursuit.
Scratch that. Ami obviously had more on her mind than the capitol of Bolivia, because as Rob read Ethan a question, she took Ethan’s free hand and put it on her bare thigh, slipping it under her kilt. He audibly gasped and stumbled over his answer, looking at Ami, who only smiled. He finally did give the right answer and she leaned over the roll again. When she sat back again his hand went right back under her kilt and this time it was Ami’s turn to gasp, closing her eyes for a moment. She couldn’t answer her question, but she also didn’t seem to care. They kept on playing, as if nothing odd was happening. Kyra was jealous, but only because no one was touching her pussy. Obviously Ethan was fingering Ami and watching it made Kyra’s own pussy tighten.
“So, dear, who is the author of The Pickwick Papers,” Rob asked his wife with a wide grin.
“I…uhhh…uhmmm…Charles…” Ami had been squirming in her seat for the last few minutes, biting her lower lip as Ethan’s hand kept busy under her kilt and now her words came out as breathy moans.
“Having some trouble answering?” Rob chuckled.
“I…I’mmm…I’m a little distracted. Dickins.”
“You got that last word out fine.”
When she leaned forward to take the dice she cried out, seemingly forcing Ethan’s fingers inside her and instead of rolling again she turned, grabbed Ethan and kissed him. Kyra was so distracted watching her husband making out with another woman that she scarcely noticed Rob had started kissing the side of her neck and slipping a hand inside the top of her vest.
Ethan’s initial gasp was when he felt that not only wasn’t Ami wearing a bra, but she wasn’t wearing panties either. His fingers glanced over her smooth, shaved mound. As he caressed her there she shifted to give him better access and clung to him. When he split her lips he found her very wet and his fingers easily slipped inside her. He fingered her slowly for a while before lightly teasing her clit when she tried to answer her question and when she reached for the dice his two fingers were buried inside her. Glancing over he could see Kyra did not mind at all. He knew his wife well enough to know that look on her face was pure arousal. It reminded him of how she looked when the girl in the massage parlor rubbed his cock. He was surprised Rob didn’t make a move on Kyra. Rob seemed content to watch Ami getting off for the time being. And then Ami threw herself onto Ethan grabbing his cock and shoving her tongue into his mouth. He had no idea what the other couple did then because he had his hands full with Ami.
Ami straddled Ethan and while she unbuttoned and shed her blouse he was able to see over her shoulder and that Kyra was on Rob’s lap with her vest unbuttoned and her skirt hiked up enough to show the lacy tops of her thigh highs. She was turned so that Ethan could see everything that was going on. Her eyes were closed, but Rob was looking over and he smiled as he kneaded her breasts through the lacy black bra that hardly restrained them. Ethan wasn’t sure if Rob’s smile was because of what he was doing to Kyra or because he approved of what Ethan was doing with Ami.
Ethan’s attention was snapped right back to Ami when she dropped the straps of her camisole off her shoulders and it shimmered down to her waist. Her breasts were perfect and as firm as a woman ten years her junior. Putting his hands on her sides, he leaned her back and kissed them, attacking her nipples with her tongue and her long, stiff nipples must have been super sensitive because she moaned loudly as soon as he started kissing and sucking them. She was so different from his wife. His cock throbbed.
Kyra heard Ami cry out and opened her eyes. All she could see was the other woman leaned back while Ethan’s face was at her chest, but Kyra was sure what
he was doing. Her husband was very good with his mouth. Rob saw her watching and then pulled her into a kiss.
Pulling off her vest, she let her bra follow and exposed her chest to Rob. They were large and nicely shaped, but they didn’t stand up like a twenty-year-old’s did, like Ami’s, but Rob eliminated her self-consciousness when he told her how hot she was as he started squeezing and massaging her breasts. Her pale nipples were thicker than Ami’s and she obviously liked it rougher because Rob was too gentle at first, but Kyra covered his hand with hers and showed how she liked to be touched. When he pulled on one nipple and nibbled on the other one her moans joined Ami’s.
“You are making me so wet. I love your lips,” Ami whispered to Ethan before sliding off his lap to kneel on the couch beside him. She went right to work on his pants and pulled out his stiff prick while she kissed him and sucked on his neck. He knew she’d moved so he could see what Rob was doing with his wife and he appreciated it, though what he saw filled him with even more confusing emotions.
Kyra was on Rob’s lap, with her back against his chest and her skirt around her waist. His hands were filled with her breasts and he pulled and pinched her nipples while he kissed her neck and looked over at Ethan and Ami. Kyra’s eyes were lidded with lust as she watched Ami and Ethan together. Ami was also looking across the table as she played with Ethan’s prick and kissed his neck. Rob’s knees were inside Kyra’s and he spread her legs wide when he pushed his hand inside her panties. Kyra cried out when he pushed his fingers inside her.
Ethan’s gut reaction was instant jealousy at seeing another man pawing his wife that way. This was not the same as watching the massage girl playing with Kyra. To see his wife so turned on by another man was shocking. She seemed to be giving herself so freely and he could see how much she wanted to be fucked. It was written all over her face. Ethan did nothing, though, because he was even more turned on than jealous. Seeing Kyra like that, so sexual, so open, was an incredible rush. It was like for the first time he could see just how hot and sexy she was. Seeing her turned on and moaning and writhing from another point of view, like a voyeur, was a thrill unlike anything he’d ever felt. And to be watching while Ami played with his cock made the experience perfect. It was just like the stories they read online. He really understood what those fictional husbands felt and why they shared their wives.
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