I am Ebube, a 43-year-old
housewife in Abuja. My husband is a businessman while I am a full-time housewife
although I do some small businesses from home.
I have heard of
swinging couples, that is couples who exchange or swap partners for sex but I never
imagined that I would be involved one day. My husband, who is a regular reader
of Best Lover, often shows me confessions
and stories of swingers. He once suggested we should give it a trial but I
simply ignored him. The idea just didn't appeal to me.
Last month, my friend,
Chioma, who is 40 and lives in Enugu came to Abuja with her husband, Chuka. They
had a wedding and a conference to attend and stayed with us for five days. They
are a very social couple and had been involved in swinging when they lived in
Dublin, Ireland and even when they came back to Nigeria and were in Lagos.
Chioma and I chat a
lot either on WhatsApp or facebook and she used to tell me how nice it is to
swap partners or swing as she sometimes calls it. I always tell her my husband
is crazy about it but I wasn’t interested. But last month when Chioma and her
husband were our guests, Chioma told me she and her husband were in the mood to
swing with us and I should tell my husband about it. The whole idea is that she
would sleep with my husband and I would sleep with her husband!
I found the
suggestion rather strange, but I knew my husband would buy it since he had been
interested in this swapping thing. The only problem was me. The idea of
sleeping with another man didn’t sound appealing to me but after giving it a
serious thought, I decided I should go for it. I didn’t want to be the odd
person in the mix. Besides it is a mutually agreed thing not something I am
doing in secret behind my husband. At least, let me try it and see how it would
go. I therefore concluded that if my husband agreed to the plan, I would go
with it.
When I talked to my
husband, he was more than happy. He said Chioma and her husband were an ideal
couple for us to swing with. He kept telling me to be positive about it and I
would enjoy every bit of it.
I told Chioma that my
husband had agreed to the plan and I was also ready to try it. She was very
excited to hear that. Instantly, she said we should start making preparation so
that we would do it that night.
She and her husband
were staying in the guest room which is between our bedrooms and my son’s room.
Luckily, my son was not in town, so we were very free to do anything we want in
the house.
Alhough I had agreed
to the swapping, I told Chioma to make the arrangements since she was the chief
negotiator, director and organiser of the whole thing.
Well, Chioma was more
than equal to the task and instructed everybody on some dos and don’ts and we
agreed with all she said. Unknown to me, she had planned the whole thing from
Enugu because she came with two sexy, transparent nightgowns and gave me one
and one for herself. She said after having our bath, we would wear them for the
“show.” The nightgowns had matching G-strings and they were so hot.
Around 6pm, we both
took out bath and changed into the nighties and G-strings. There was no doubt
that we looked hot. We could see from the reaction of our men that they were
really impressed with what they saw. Chuka and my husband were both in tee
shirts and boxers. One could see the heavy bulge on their respective boxers.
Chioma had instructed me to draw the window blind and lit candles all over to
make our sitting room romantic which I had done. Cool, romantic music was
playing in the background and everything seemed to be going fine.
I guess at this
stage, I should give a brief description of the four of us starting with the
men: My husband, Vincent is 5 feet 7 inches tall, medium built with a lean body
structure, whereas Chuka is 5 feet 11 inches tall and on the heavier side. And
the ladies: I am 5 feet 3” and measures 35-34- 36 shape and fair in complexion
while Chioma is 5 feet, 5 inches tall, chocolate in complexion and measures
35-34-38. Her bottom is quite big and bounces well when she walks.
Back to the story
proper, after about twenty minutes of gisting in the sitting room, Chioma
indicated that it was time for action. Chioma the “director,” directed Chuka to
go to my bedroom with me and my husband should follow her to the guest room. I
obeyed and went to my bedroom first, to make the bed and then lay on it to wait
for Chuka. I was nervous with anticipation. How
would it go? Would I satisfy him? Would I be satisfied with him? Chioma seemed
to be so experienced, how was she going to handle my husband? Would my husband
feel I wasn’t good enough after trying Chioma?
These were the
thoughts on my mind as I lay on the bed when Chuka knocked on the door and came
in.
I instantly shut both
eyes and pretended to be fast asleep.
Chuka walked in and
the next thing I heard was the sound of drink being poured into glasses. I knew
instantly that he had come with some drinks.
He came closer to the
bed where I was with my eyes still closed and kissed my cheeks. “Darling, wake
up,” he whispered and climbed on the bed. I opened my eyes and discovered that
he had two glasses of wine in his hands and offered one to me which I accepted.
He began to make
conversation as we drank, saying that he always had a crush on me, but could
not express himself because I was his wife’s friend. “But today, by mutual
consent, the gates have opened,” he declared.
I listened to him
with a smile and sipped my drink slowly while he kept taking quick gulps. Then
he switched off the light by the bedside and went to lock the door.
When he came back, I
told him that I also liked him from the beginning and appreciated his looks but
the idea of sleeping with another man apart from my husband never appealed to
me and I was doing this to please all of them, that is my husband, himself and
his wife because they all seemed to like it.
He said it was a good
thing that promotes variety in the bedroom and prevents couples cheating on one
another. He said I would like it after trying it.
As he spoke, he took
me in his arms and kissed me on my lips. I returned his kiss and for the next
five minutes we remained in that state with our lips locked on each other. Then
he set me free and poured himself another drink. He wanted to give me some but I
refused as my glass was still half full.
I excused myself at
that point left the bedroom and went to the bathroom to pee and tidy up a bit,
if you know what I mean. On my way back, I decided to check on my husband and
Chioma and see what was going on.
They didn’t lock
their bedroom door and I simply pushed it back and looked in. Both of them were
naked and Chioma was sitting on my husband’s laps. He was fondling her breasts
and she was caressing his back and tracing lines on it with her long nails.
They had been drinking too because I saw their almost empty glasses of wine on
a stool nearby.
They seemed surprised
to see me but I assured them all was fine and went back to meet Chuka.
As I entered, he got
up and hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes as he carried me to the bed and
lowered me on it. He started kissing and rubbing my feet and toes. Then he
moved upwards slowly, sniffing me between my thighs. In a quick motion, he
pulled off my G-strings. He started licking my pussy region while his hands
reached up to my breasts.
Meanwhile, my hands
reached his boxers and felt his bulge. It was soft and small. I asked him to
remove his boxers and was shocked to see that his penis was just about
three-and-half inches and looking flaccid. However, what it lacked in length,
it got in width or thickness. He was thicker than my husband’s own.
I placed my hand on
it and caressed it and it got hard quickly reaching about six inches in length but
still shorter than my husband’s own of almost nine inches.
I did not let go his
penis while allowing him to unhook my bra and suck my breasts after removing my
gown. My nipples got so hard like little pebbles and were so arousing as he
handled them. He devoted some time playing with them and sucking them.
Minutes later, he
moved downward and started licking my already wet pussy. Gosh! It was
tantalizing. His tongue seemed to hit the right spots, making my body jolt with
pleasurable excitement.
I couldn’t stand the
intensive stimulation of my clit with his tongue and I started begging him to
fuck me. He was still reluctant and I grabbed his shaft and began to push it
inside my wet snatch. He seized the initiative and pushed the dick firmly
inside me. I gasped as it plunged in and then wrapped my legs on his waist.
He started with slow
strokes and then stepped up the speed. I enjoyed every moment while it lasted.
It was a complete new experience for me and a very tantalising one for that
matter.
Chuka I must confess is
a very skilful lover, never losing his momentum and yet, waiting for the moment
for me to climax before allowing himself to ejaculate fully inside me. It was a
mind-blowing experience that I really enjoyed and slept soundly in his arms
till the next morning.
Before we got up from
bed in the morning, we had a quick one in a doggie and it was great because we
came simultaneously!
Later, Chioma and I
exchanged notes and made little confessions to one another. She told me that my
husband, with his 9" penis, was marvellous and she lost count of the
number of orgasm she had that night. She added that it was an experience that
we needed to have again so my husband and I should try to come down to Enugu
one of these days for the “return leg.”
My husband enjoyed
his time with Chioma too and we all agreed we had fun. As they say, one good
fuck deserves another. We are already looking forward to December when we shall
be in the East for Christmas to hook up again, this time at Chioma and Chuka’s
place.
I didn’t tell my
husband, Chioma or her husband that I was going to write about our swapping for
Best Lover. If the story is published, I intend to use it to surprise them.
Since I didn’t give a full disclosure of their identity or ours, I am sure they
are not going to be angry that I did this. I will also challenge them to write
their own experience for Best Lover readers to read. After all, we have all
been motivated by the experience of other people we’ve read in the magazine.
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