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Best friends’ booty barter Danny has been my best friend my whole life, ever since we were kids. We had the same tastes in everything—sports, beer, and women. It was always the same with us. So it was no surprise to me on my wedding day when we were standing on the altar watching my bride-to-be walk down the aisle that he leaned over and whispered that some day he wanted to fuck her. It actually made sense, and was some kind of weird validation that I was doing the right thing, had the right woman. Well, I never thought it was a real possibility, but a year or two later, after he had gotten married and I had told him pretty much the same thing about his wife, we got drunk one night and began to talk about it as a reality. I don’t know if it was the alcohol that made us bold or what, but the women were there and listening and laughing and suddenly, it became something it seemed we all wanted. I told Jenni, my wife, to go on over and kiss Danny and he told his wife to kiss me and the next thing you know, we’re all hot and bothered and pulling each other into the bedrooms in the house and fucking like wild things. I could hear my wife coming from Danny’s fucking, and felt his wife squirming and squealing under me, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever done. We still all hang together and once every couple of weeks, we switch and fuck like badgers. And it’s as hot now as it was that first night. Scott M., Tuba City, AZ A conspiracy of cuckoldry My lovely, demure wife of five years came to me and said she and her best friend, Michelle, had been talking and decided they each were attracted to the other’s husbands. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather. My wife seemed so... I don’t know, what’s the word—pure? I mean, she was hell on heels in the bedroom and a hot ride, but this was totally unexpected and, I guess, out of character. Boy, I had it wrong, for she confessed to me that this was an ongoing fantasy for her and she’d been hungering after this all along and had been afraid to tell me. When I asked her about Michelle, she said they’d been talking and had told each other they’d had the hots for the other’s spouse, and had gone about trying to decide how best to tell us. She told me I didn’t have to decide right then or there, and tried to reassure me that it wasn’t about love or that she didn’t love me. But the more I thought about it, the more it stuck in my head, the idea of fucking Michelle, knowing she wanted me. Knowing my wife wanted Bill, Michelle’s husband made me unexpectedly turned on, too. I wondered how Bill felt about it. I was thinking about it so much, I guess I kind of became obsessed with the idea. The next time my wife came to me and brought it up, I jumped on the chance and agreed. Two days later, I was pounding hard into Michelle, sliding in and out, feeling like I was betraying and getting turned on by the idea that my wife already knew and consented and was getting pounded at that very moment, too. Now, we will swap for up to weeks at a time, and it’s good and hot for us all. Jim J., Scarsborough, NY Wanton wife awakens the senses It’s such an unbelievable turn on to watch my wife wander into the bedroom with another man. It gets me so hard to know that soon the sweet pussy that I enjoy will be plundered and feasted upon by another man, another hard cock. She looks so heated and worked up as she turns and looks at me, leading him away. She knows I will not be alone; she knows I will be lapping and licking another pussy filled with sweet juice and cum. She knows when she kisses me later she will smell the aroma of another woman on my face and body, and I will know she is filled brimming with his cum. We’ve been doping this for years—even before we were married, each knowing that to be with other people sexually was something we both needed, and accepted. And encouraged. I knew my hot little wife would always need another cock than mine, that I would need another pussy than hers. It makes me love her more when I hear her screaming in another room as she comes—she’s always been a screamer. And when I hear her, it makes me harder, hotter and spurt my cum into the wife of the man who makes my wife scream like that, with such abandon. We’ll always be like this; we’ll always have friends we can swap with who want us like we want them. And I love my wife more each time she walks away. Phil M., Pompano Beach, FL
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