During a Swingers Pool Party, My Wife and Paul Adjourned to a Bedroom, Where He Pummeled Her Pussy
When it got time for Paul to cum, he and Lauren faced all kinds of temptation. Read on to see if he faux-impregnated the slut.
Note to reader: The following swap with Paul and Jacqueline happened in the summer of 2011, when Lauren was 37 and I was 38. Here, I write about Lauren’s encounter with Paul. I may write about my encounter with Jackie in another post.
This was one of those lifestyle parties where you could casually fuck anyone you wanted, so long as they desired the same and you could find a private room for sex. It was an invite-only pool party in the middle of summer, hosted by lifestyle friends of ours, and many of the wives there didn’t have on tops.
Lauren, too, had opted to go topless, wearing only a red thong bikini bottom. Born and raised in Sweden, she saw bare breasts and a revealing thong bikini bottom as no big deal. Only today, the party had a palpable sexual energy to it as swapped spouses disappeared into the house for consensual extramarital debauchery, returning an hour or so later with that unmistakable “I just got fucked” look on their faces. Lauren and I hadn’t yet hooked up with any others at the party, but a swap with Paul and Jacqueline, a sexy couple about our age (late 30s), seemed certain.
Jacqueline and Lauren had already tongue kissed, and I felt certain we might engage in a foursome. We’d had sex with them before, and we liked them. Lauren and I both gave each other a wink and nod indicating we were game for swapping with them.
Jacqueline and Lauren’s tongue kissing morphed into Lauren reaching into Paul’s swim shorts and stroking his cock while Jackie did the same to me. Our desire for each other quickly escalated to the point that it would be rude to continue our fondling by the pool. When Jackie suggested we pair off, we all agreed with her. We needed to find private rooms for play.
We entered the home and quickly found two bedrooms. Jackie and I went into one, and Lauren and Paul entered the other.
What follows is how Lauren later described her encounter with Paul to me (I also described for her my time with Jackie).
No sooner had Paul closed the door to the room than my topless 37-year-old Swedish wife, standing at the foot of the bed, looked desirously into his eyes. He found her shimmering 34C breasts (now 34D) and her large, succulent nipples the picture of perfection. Playing with her long, blonde hair, she turned around and showed Paul her delicious ass, so round and firm and all his.
For his delight, Lauren slapped her own ass cheeks. Paul already knew she liked sex hard, deep and sometimes rough. He interpreted her ass-slapping as an invitation to give it all to her — every inch he could.
Paul got out of his swim trunks and jerked himself off, getting Lauren so hot and bothered that she leaned forward — facing opposite him — and showed him more of her ass while with her fingers she stroked her clitoris, still covered by her bikini bottoms.
Then, she climbed onto the bed, on her hands and knees, and looked back at Paul, inviting him with her eyes — the eyes of a northern European woman flush with sexual desire — to have his way with her. Accepting her invitation, he crawled onto the bed and slapped her ass cheeks. She smiled seductively as he spanked her, even shaking her bum to excite him.
He reached under her thong bikini bottoms and stroked her sopping-wet pussy with his fingers. Lauren, then a mother of a toddler, whimpered as he sunk two, then three, fingers into her birthing hole, eager for his phallus to be the next thing inside her.
Paul slid the thong strap over her right ass cheek, exposing her wet vagina, which she desperately wanted him to penetrate. She’d simply die if she didn’t get his cock now. She thought about sucking his cock — she liked to blow hot guys who wanted her. But sometimes, she thought, all a girl desires is a hard cock inside her and a hot beef injection (I sometimes joke with Lauren about giving her a “hot beef injection,” which she finds funny). And that’s what she wanted now.
Paul held his erect seven inches in his hand and pressed his swollen glans, oozing pre-cum, against her pussy. In no mood for delays, Lauren moved back and enveloped his hardened flesh with her moist, warm and soft vagina. Suddenly being completely inside this stunningly beautiful woman brought overwhelming sexual pleasure to Paul.
Lauren, on her hands and knees and looking back at the luckiest man on the face of the earth at this very moment in time, moaned and fucked him by rocking her slender, shapely 5'10" body back and forth. Watching her movements, Paul could see she wanted every one of his inches. Sure enough, she did want it deep and hard.
He cupped her spectacular ass cheeks, stroking her cute anus with his thumbs while he let her fuck him. He’d never had a woman fuck him like this.
Finally, Paul decided to take over and he rammed the slut hard, causing her to moan almost gutturally, as if he’d suddenly met a primal need of this incredibly erotic, insanely hot woman.
And so Paul pounded Lauren, and she let him. She now had her arms stretched out in front of her, allowing her lover to go deep and hard with his thrusts.
He considered for a moment that he wore no condom. Though he’d had a vasectomy, and Lauren knew he’d been snipped, he wondered if he should wear protection. It proved to be a fleeting thought that, quite honestly, he didn’t take seriously. He felt too good in this moment, and Lauren appeared in such ecstasy, that he decided not to worry about a condom and instead just pull out (maybe).
By this point, Lauren had begun masturbating and quickly appeared close to climaxing. Paul continued to ram her so hard that together they made skin-slapping noise. As hot as his wife was, Paul thought, this kind of jack-hammer fucking and this kind of woman were of a different order of magnitude. He’d never until now had my bride all to himself.
Lauren continued moaning and got animated as she orgasmed, looking back at Paul as she came. He couldn’t get over her eyes.
“Bitch,” he whimpered as he slapped her ass cheeks and she squealed with pleasure, once again extending her arms to allow Paul to go as deep into her as he could. She liked that he called her a bitch. And he loved that she was a woman who wanted a good hammering.
Paul couldn’t hold his load any longer. He badly wanted to inject his goodness into this goddess of a woman, who seemed to utterly delight in his cock deep inside her twat, but he knew that was against the rules of our circle of lifestyle friends.
Lauren, too, desired to feel Paul’s warm semen fill her vagina — to experience the primal pleasure of a good, strong man impregnating her, though she knew conception wasn’t possible in this case since Paul, like me, shot blanks. That was as it should be, she thought. Still, she desired his seed. She wanted a “hot beef injection.”
Lauren felt such pleasure from Paul’s cock thrusting in and out of her cunt that she couldn’t help but rationalize-away our rule against no creampies with others. She suspected I’d broken this rule a few times with other women (I had), and I had a feeling she did, too (she had). It didn’t bother her, honestly, that we had occasional slip-ups that we didn’t share with each other. If Paul shot his wad into her, slathering her awaiting cervix with his sperm, she wouldn’t mind, nor would she say anything of it to me. After all, she thought, with sex this enjoyable, a faux-impregnation seemed not only natural but also appropriate for the moment.
God, she wanted his seed in her. She couldn’t escape this desire.
If he emptied his balls in her, it would be their secret.
Lauren, trying to resist temptation, suddenly had an idea. She’d let him cum in her mouth, but that wasn’t what she really wanted.
“Tell me when you’re about to cum,” she whimpered, barely about to find the words because of her pleasure.
Paul, now seconds from ejaculating, nodded in the affirmative.
“I’m about to cum,” he murmured.
“I want you to cum inside me,” she begged, unable to resist temptation.
“Is that a good decision?” he asked.
“No,” she answered. “But it’s what I want. Isn’t it what you want, too?”
Actually, it wasn’t what she wanted, she thought, being honest with herself. It was what she needed. Paul was worthy of her.
Paul went all the way into my bride and exploded, filling my woman’s pussy with his deliciousness. She could feel the warmth of his load coursing out of his dick and she loved it. This was how we’d made our own child — in this naughty position.
“That was amazing,” he said to Lauren, still all the way inside her and cupping her smooth, warm ass cheeks.
She smiled and nodded in the affirmative, feeling satisfied.
He slid out of her cunt, which exploded with his cum. Lauren fed some of his jizz to herself — she’s naughty that way — and then walked into the bathroom, where she sat on the toilet, peed and wiped her thoroughly creampied pussy clean.
After rinsing her hands, she repositioned the thong strap into place and decided to break another rule. It had been such enjoyable, spontaneous sex with Paul that she knew of only one way to thank him for that epic pounding and their fun faux-baby making.
She came in close to him and gave him the look of a woman who wanted his tongue in her mouth. Paul gave her what she wanted and the two kissed deeply…just as his bride, Jacqueline, and I did after I pounded the shit out of her in doggy-style, filling her cunt with my cream in the next room.
Both of the wives had gotten “hot beef injections.”
Our secrets.
Post-script: We got to be very close friends with Paul and Jackie, enjoying swaps, foursomes and other types of debauchery with them and others who joined us for run for another five years. Sadly, they moved away in 2016. We’ve seen them a few times since they relocated, and they continue to be active in lifestyle where they live. I was moved to write this story because Jackie and Paul, now about 50 like us, are considering moving back (for jobs). They’ll for sure be welcomed into our lifestyle group with open arms, secret creampies and all.
