Chapter 3: Bedroom Swap - Rough Beginnings
The slam of the master bedroom door was still echoing in the hall, swallowed immediately by the heavy silence of the house. Before the latch had fully clicked, Tom had Emily in the bed, pinned.
Her back hit the wonderful supportive matress a soft oomph of air escaping her lungs. There was no preamble, no gentle lead-in. The ferocity he’d kept banked by the pool was unleashed here, in their private space. His mouth was on hers, a claiming, devouring kiss that tasted of chlorine and his own dark need. One hand tangled in her damp hair, holding her still; the other roughly grabbed the back of her thigh, hiking her leg up around his hip.
She melted into it, a desperate whimper vibrating against his lips. Her small hands scrabbled at his shoulders, then his back, her nails digging into his skin. He broke the kiss, breathing ragged, his forehead pressed to hers. His cock, hard again, long and urgent, pressed against the damp junction of her thighs.
“You’re so fucking tiny,” he growled, the words hot against her cheek. “Feel how much I want you?”
She nodded, frantic, her hips canting against him. “Yes, Tom. Please., I want you too!”
He reached between them, He didn’t guide himself. He just pressed the broad swollen head against her, finding her pussy completely soaked and more than ready.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her eyes, wide and dark, snapped open, locking onto his. "I'm ready!" she whispered. Fuck me, now, Tom!"
He drove into her in one deep, stunning thrust.
Emily’s scream was muffled against his shoulder. She was impossibly tight, a hot, silken fist around him. He’d prepared her by the pool, but this was different—primal, private, and utterly consuming. He held himself before going inside her too deep, letting her adjust to his massive size, feeling her inner muscles fluttering around his invading cock in shock and then, just pure pleasure. He waa finally inside her, deep!
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Take all of me inside you, Emily. Every damn inch.”
He began to move, a hard, piston-like rhythm that slammed her back against the mattress with each drive. The bed shuddered in its frame. Her legs locked tightly around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back pulling him in tighter inside her. Each gasp, each choked cry from her lips fueled him. He fucked her with a single-minded intensity, chasing his own release, captivated by the way her small body yielded to his completely. He wanted her to feel him wanting her. Together, a complete lusting joining!
“You like that?” he grunted, his pace relentless. “You like being my little fucktoy?”
“Oh God, yes!” she sobbed, her head lolling back. “Don’t stop, Tom, please don’t stop! Fuck me, own me, I need your cock inside me! Cum inside me, fill me up with your hot cum, all of it, just for my pussy, it's all yours forever!”
Down the hall, the guest room door clicked shut with a softer finality.
Char leaned against it, her eyes on Josh. The air here was cooler, scented with linen and the faint, clean smell of the pool that still clung to their skin. Josh stood in the middle of the room, looking almost too young, but gloriously aroused. The sight of his unusually erect long think cock, still semi-hard and glistening from their earlier encounter, sent a fresh spike of heat through her.
“You heard them,” Char said, her voice a low purr. She pushed off the door and walked toward him, a predator with a sure gait. “Your sweet little wife is getting absolutely fucked and wrecked by my husband.”
Josh swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ya. I heard. She was screaming for more of his big cock!"
“She came so hard for him in the shower. That little scream she let out?” Char closed the distance, her fingers tracing a line down his sternum. “That was real. And now he’s giving her a lot more.” Her hand slid lower, wrapping around his rapidly re-hardening cock. She gave him a slow, firm stroke. “Does that turn you on, Josh? Knowing your Emily is getting properly and completely fucked just down the hall and loving every fucking inch of my husbands big hard cock?”
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, his eyes closing for a second.
“Open your eyes.” Her command was sharp. “and look at me.”
He did. The secret crush he’d harbored, the awe, was naked on his face now, mixed with a dawning, dominant hunger.
“Your wife came for Tom,” Char said, her thumb swirling over the head of his cock, spreading the fresh bead of pre-cum. “Now…” She pushed him backward. He fell onto the edge of the plush bed, looking up at her. “Now let’s see if you can make me scream a little louder so they can both hear me!.”
She quickly removed her torn bikini top. She simply hooked her thumbs under the remaining scraps of her bottoms and slid them down her legs, kicking them aside. She stood before him, utterly bare, water from her skin dripping onto the cream-colored rug. The golden hour light from the window caught the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, the short soft blonde curls a triangle between her legs.
Josh’s gaze was worshipful. His crush was right there, in front of him, waiting to be taken.
Char climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap, but not taking him inside. She ground herself against his hard cock, the wet heat of her folds sliding along his shaft. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, and captured his mouth in a deep, searching kiss. It was different from Tom’s—softer, more devouring, full of a promised corruption.
“You’ve wanted this,” she whispered against his lips. “Haven’t you? Since the first time you saw me?”
“Yes, more than you know!.” His confession was a final relief.
“Now you have me.” She reached between them, guiding him to her entrance. She paused, the thick head just bearly breaching her. “And I want you to fuck me like you’ve been dreaming about fucking me. No holding back. Show me everything that young, perfect big fucking cock of yours can really do . . . . just for me!.” She sank down onto him. She was now fully impaled, deep and fuller then she'd ever experienced with her husband before!
It was slower than in the shower, more deliberate. She took him inch by devastating inch, her body stretching to accommodate his girth, her head tilting back as a long, low moan escaped her. When she was fully seated, she rocked, acclimating, letting the exquisite fullness bloom deep inside her pussy.
Then she began to move.
She set a hard, rolling pace, riding him with a ferocity that matched the sounds of Tom and Emily from down the hall. Her hands braced on his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. “Is this what you imagined?” she panted, her eyes burning into his. “Me on top of you, using you for my pleasure?”
“Better,” Josh gasped, his hands flying to her hips, then her tits, then gripping and guiding her hips hard, to meet his thrusts. “So much better.”
“Don’t just lie there,” she taunted, her rhythm becoming jarring, brutal. “Fuck me back. Hard! Show me you’re not just a pretty face with a big dick.”
The challenge ignited him. He surged upward, driving into her from below, his hips pistoning off the bed. The force was what she had hoped for, as it stole her breath, changing the angle, hitting spots that Tom hadn't touched and it made her vision whiten at the edges. A sharp, unfiltered broken cry tore from her throat. "Oh, fuck, fuck me!"
“Louder!” Josh growled, a new authority in his voice. He flipped her over onto her back in one swift motion, never slipping out of her. Now he was on top, looming over her, his muscular frame caging her in. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, bending her almost in half, and slammed into her, deep and unforgiving. “You wanted me to make you scream? Scream for me, Char. I want to hear you scream MY NAME!!"
She did, as the words spilled out, unvarnished, earthy, real, "Oh my God, Larry, fuck me, fuck me FUCK ME! Each thrust pulled a raw, ragged sound from her lungs. The bedframe knocked against the wall in a frantic percussion, syncing with the heavier, bed-shaking impacts from the master bedroom. The two rooms, two hot sexy couples, were separate but connected by a symphony of gasps, curses, and the relentless slap of flesh on flesh. Big cocks in hot pussies, balls swaying, tits swaying, lips kissing, sucking, licking, swallowing!
Josh was a man possessed, his earlier hesitation burned away. He drove into her, his eyes locked on where their bodies joined, watching his cock disappear into her again and again. “You take my cock so good,” he moaned. “My God, Char, you’re just so fucking perfect.”
She was close, teetering on a precipice. The friction, the fullness, the taboo of it, the sounds of her husband fucking another woman just yards away—it all coalesced into a tight coil in her core. “Don’t stop… Josh, Oh God, don’t you dare fucking stop!”
The door to the guest room flew open.
Tom stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the softer light of the hall. Emily was tucked under his arm, her small body wrapped in one of his dress shirts, her face flushed and dreamy. Tom was naked, still gleaming with sweat, his cock hard and curving against his thigh again. He watched, his chest heaving, as Josh pounded into his wife.
“Don’t mind us,” Tom said, his voice rough with use and pride. “Just getting a better view.”
Josh didn’t pause, didn’t falter. If anything, the audience spurred him on. His pace became frenzied, his thrusts turning shallow and frantic. Char’s eyes met Tom’s across the room. In his gaze, she saw a fierce, blazing pride—for her . . . and a hunger that was far from sated.
“Come for him, baby,” Tom commanded softly from the doorway. “Let go, show him and us a real fucking climax"!
It was the final permission she needed. Her orgasm crashed over her, a wave so violent it felt like she was breaking into pieces. Her body arched off the bed, a violent scream stretching her lips before the sounds finally ripped free, loud, then louder, echoing in the room, "Oh Larry, Oh fuck me, I'm cumming, Oh my God!" Her inner muscles clamped around Josh's super cock, milking him relentlessly of every last drop of his massive load of white-hot-sperm laden cum.
With a shouted curse, "Oh fuck me!", Josh followed her over. He buried himself to the hilt and held there, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her with deep, pulsing spurts, over ten huge spurts that she felt, every single hot one as it splashed against her vaginal canal!
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the distant hum of the pool filter. Josh collapsed beside her, spent.
Tom led Emily into the room. He didn’t go to Char. Instead, he guided Emily to the foot of the bed. “On your knees, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hand gentle on her shoulder.
Emily obeyed, kneeling on the rug, her eyes wide as she looked at the tangled, breathless forms of Char and Josh.
Tom positioned himself behind her, pulling the tails of the shirt she wore up over her back. He guided himself into her with a smooth, practiced ease. Emily gasped, her hands flying to grip the bedspread as he began to move inside her again, a slower, deeper rhythm now.
From the bed, Char turned her head to watch. Josh, beside her, propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes dark with exhausted yet complete fascination as he watched his precious little wife in complete joy taking Tom's big hard cock once more. watching her face with such sexual perfection and exhilaration . She was the picture of being completely satiated and satisfied, as she kept saying softly, "Oh God, Tom, fuck me, fuck me, I want your big cock deep inside me!" Show them how good we fuck together!"
Tom’s eyes never left Char’s. A slow smile spread across his face as he moved within Emily, whose eyes never left Josh's eyes also with a smile spread across her face showing a promise of many more nights like this one . . . . especially with Tom and Josh with Char, without end.
Tom and Em came together in a beautiful climax as Tom said, as her recovered “And we’re just getting started.” Em collapsed on the big rug as Char said to Tom, "Please pick her up and lay her on the bed next to me which Tom quickly did as Josh moved over as Emily was placed next to Char who quickly brought her face to her crotch, just below her short dark curly hairs. " Oh Em, you smell so fucking hot, I've just got to eat your sweet pussy and get a mouthful of all that hot load of cum Tom just left and cum-kiss you so you and taste it too and swallow what I don't! Em. so weak, barely got out, "Oh Char, you are such a slut!" as Char buried her face deep into Emily's pussy, licking, sucking and devouring her delicious pussy gathering a mouthful of Josh's sweet nector then cum-kissing Emily and pushing his load into her mouth through the kiss as Em swallowed it all saying, "Oh my God, Char, you are so fucking wicked and I love you, That was just fucking delicious, tasting like my husband mixed with your pussy essence was so fucking bold and I just fucking loved it!