Jan didn’t know Carol very well. Of course she had seen Carol around the neighborhood some, and they ran into each other at the grocery sometimes. But they really weren’t friends, just acquaintances. Jan had heard things about Carol and her husband Rob. One of the neighborhood rumors was that the couple went to some pretty wild parties, but Jan wasn’t sure she believed it. As far as she knew they were just another middle-aged couple.
That’s why Jan was surprised when she found Carol on her doorstep that morning.
“Hi,” Carol said. Sorry to bother you, but I just got a flat tire. I wonder if I could use your phone to call Triple A.”
“Sure,” Jan said, noticing the car in front of their house which seemed to be listing to one side. It was pouring down rain, and Jan understood why Carol hadn’t walked the two blocks to her own house to call. “Come on in and get dry. There’s a phone in the kitchen you can use.”
“Thanks. I don’t want to get your carpet all wet, though.”
“No problem, just take off your shoes and you’ll be okay.”
While Carol was calling, Jan went and got a towel for Carol to dry off with.
“Thanks, Carol said when she got off the phone. “They can’t get here for at least an hour. Maybe I’ll try to get home and come back.”
“Don’t go out there,” Jan told her. “I’ve got some fresh coffee. Just sit down and wait here.”
“I don’t want to be a bother.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been cleaning all morning and was looking for an excuse to sit down awhile myself. Make yourself comfortable.”
The two women sat and talked about neighborhood stuff for a while. Jan was pleasantly surprised at how they had so many interests in common. They were both crafters and both did a lot of sewing. It turned out they had plenty to talk about. Then Carol mentioned how her husband Rob worked a lot of nights. He had a janitorial service that cleaned offices in the evenings. Carol said that Rob wasn’t working that night because they were going to a party. This immediately stirred up Jan’s interest.
“And, before you ask,” Carol said, “it really is ‘that kind’ of party. I know there are rumors going around about our lifestyle – and they’re pretty much true.” Carol was so matter of fact about it, Jan didn’t even think to be offended or shocked.
“So,” Jan asked shyly, “this is a wife swapping party you’re going to?”
“Well, we don’t call it that. We call it ‘swinging’ or ‘the lifestyle.’ But yes, it is that kind of party.”
Carol went on the explain that they had been swinging for several years, and having sex with others was an important part of their own sex lives together. “Does that shock you,” she asked.
“Actually it doesn’t,” Jan said. “We tried it ourselves a few times, but that was years ago. Well, really 20 years ago.”
“Why did you stop? Jealousy?” Carol asked.
“Not really. I wasn’t jealous – in fact I liked seeing Mike enjoying himself. I was really more afraid of how much I liked it. Mike is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I got worried that I liked the intimacy with other men too much. I guess the bottom line is that I didn’t trust myself, not Mike.”
“So you liked fucking other guys?” Carol bluntly asked.
“Oh yeah. Way too much. I wasn’t worried about Mike because after every experience he’d fuck my brains out. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of me. That’s why I was so worried that he might be jealous, or have a good reason to be.
“We have always had a great sex life. Hell, I love doing just about anything he wants, and usually end up wanting it as much or more than he does. I even love the taste of his semen, although I know it turns a lot of women off. Damn, I got him good this morning,” she said. “I snuck up on him before he put his pants on. No foreplay or anything. I just grabbed him and started sucking. He wasn’t even hard. He tasted so good,” she said, remembering again how surprised he had been. “Three minutes – four tops – he was shooting cum down my throat. What a kick.” Jan had no idea why she shared that. It just seemed so natural, talking to Carol.
“Yeah, I did Rob this morning too,” Carol said. “It took him a little longer though. Probably because he fucked me twice last night. Amazing how something as simple as a blow job in the morning keeps a guy eating out of your hand, isn’t it? And don’t you just love the feeling of power it gives you?” she added.
“Oh yes. Of course when you have one of his most prized possessions between your teeth, and two others cradled in your hand, you’re bound to have complete control.” Jan thought a moment, then asked in a more serious vein, “Have you done a lot of guys?”
“Quite a few,” Carol answered.
“Do they all taste alike? Their semen, I mean.”
“No, not really,” Carol said. “But I think that’s more because of what their diet is composed of, what kind of spices and all. It seems like food makes a lot of difference in how a man’s cum tastes.”