A Swap (MMF, wife-sharing, voy) by Anon Pixnixer

Jeri and I had been married for about ten years, and 
most of our relationship had been great. We enjoyed 
most of the same things: music, sports, movies, and 
sex. We made love often, and it was usually super. 

Nevertheless, I had always had this nagging feeling 
that she was not being completely satisfied by our 
lovemaking. Still, I had to admit that she almost 
always seemed to reach orgasm, particularly when I took 
her clit in my lips and licked back and forth across it 
as fast as my tongue could go. I could see her tummy 
muscles tighten in spasms as she groaned faster and 
faster until she cried out and then relaxed, becoming 
all soft and warm. Her climaxes were similar when I 
pushed my cock in as far and as fast and as hard as I 
could, but those orgasms were not as intense (at least 
I wasn't sure). As a result of this concern, I began to 
wonder whether I might be falling somewhat "short" in 
fulfilling her sexual needs.

As time passed, I began to develop a fantasy as to how 
to test my theory that Jeri would be more satisfied by 
a bigger cock. At first I thought about getting one of 
those giant dildoes I'd seen in the porno store, but 
decided that that would have been so obvious as to 
negate the value of the test results. The only true 
test would be for Jeri to think that I was fucking her, 
but with a bigger cock. However, at least so far, there 
were no hospitals providing dick enlargement 
operations, so that meant that if I was ever going to 
find out, I would have to find someone else (with a 
really big dick) to fuck Jeri while she thought it was 

Where does one begin to recruit someone for this sort 
of a plan? I couldn't go to a nightclub and "pick up" 
someone. It had to be someone I could trust, someone 
safe, and someone "hung". There were plenty of guys at 
work that would love to get their dick in Jeri, but 
there's the old saying about "don't shit in you own 
backyard" that made co-workers out of the question. So 
what to do?

It was about this time that an old friend from my high 
school days called to say he was back in town and would 
like to get together and renew our friendship. I didn't 
put the two situations together at first, but when Mel 
and I began reminiscing about out days together on the 
Tennis team, I remembered why I had envied him. As I 
recalled, Mel's prick was as big soft as mine had been 
hard, although we never made a direct comparison. I 
thought that he was very probably (at least physically) 
what I needed to fulfill my fantasy "test."

As Mel and I talked, I learned that he was recently 
separated from his wife, and that they were going to 
get a divorce. He stated his displeasure at reentering 
the dating scene, saying that all the really great 
women had already found someone and gotten married or 
were at least living with someone. He also confided 
that he had once had a desire to pursue Jeri, but that 
I had "beaten him out". This was almost too unlikely to 
believe, but what the hell, I decided to give it a try 
and see how far I could make this go. Could I really 
let another man fuck my wife?

Over the next several weeks, we had Mel over for dinner 
and we went out to the movies together a few times. 
Jeri fixed him up with some of her girlfriends from 
work, but nothing clicked. All the while, I was making 
casual hints about Jeri and me to Mel, trying to see if 
he showed any interest, He seemed genuinely concerned 
about us, and I felt more comfortable all the time 
about revealing my fantasy to him.

One night, after dinner, as we were having a drink, and 
Jeri was on the phone with a friend, I decided to open 
the door on my soul a little wider. I asked Mel to 
confirm that he still found Jeri attractive, which he 
did. I then began to explain my concerns about our 
physical relationship. He understood, and joked, "all 
you pencil-peters have that fear." "Thanks a lot", I 
answered. "You're a big help." "Well, what the fuck can 
I do about it?", he asked. "Look Mel, can I tell you 
something in confidence without fear of your having a 
bad reaction."

I proceeded to carefully outline my fantasy to see if 
Jeri would have a stronger orgasm if she were making 
love to me and I had a bigger dick. "So how you gonna 
do that?" Mel asked. "Well", I said, "You asked what 
you could do...." Then I went full ahead and detailed 
what I thought could work to fool Jeri into thinking 
that she was screwing me when in fact she'd be screwing 
Mel. Mel was not too eager at first, but after some 
long-winded rationalizing, I began to turn him toward 
agreeing to give it a try. I asked him just how big he 
was, to which he replied "big enough!". Finally I got 
him to admit to 10 and half inches. "Sure!" I said. 

"Want proof?" he asked. "I'm from Missouri. Show me!" I 
got a ruler, he got it hard, I checked, he'd lied... it 
was actually just over 11 inches.

"Whoa", I said. "Ever size, maybe this wasn't such a 
good idea after all. But I'd committed to this course, 
and I was determined to get the answer to my question.

Obviously, it would be necessary for Mel to be present 
without Jeri knowing it, so the first order of business 
was to select a location where I could be fucking Jeri 
while Mel was close by. We decided on the rec room, 
because of the storage room nearby where Mel could hide 
until I got things going. There were these big floor 
pillows that Jeri and I had fucked on before, so that 
wouldn't arouse her suspicion. Next, we had to figure 
out how to get Mel into the storage room without Jeri 
knowing that he was even in the house. We figured that 
we cold "sneak" Mel into the house while Jeri was at 
the store. 

Then we had to come up with a way for Mel to relieve 
himself in case he had to take a piss while he waited 
in the storeroom. An empty coffee can with its plastic 
lid would work OK. Since there would be no easy way to 
signal Mel when to come out of the store room, we 
agreed that he would just have to peek around the 
doorway to the rec room and use his own best judgment 
as to when to come in. The lights would have to be off 
so that Jeri would not be able to see Mel and I trade 

Finally, the big night came, and as Jeri left in her 
car to go to the store, I called Mel He parked around 
the corner so that Jeri wouldn't see his car when she 
returned. "Are you sure about this?" he asked as he 
came in. "Yes! I've got to find out, or I'll wonder for 
the rest of my life." "OK," he replied, "as long as 
you're sure." We checked out the storage room, and the 
path through the rec room, so that he wouldn't trip on 
or walk into something as he approached in the dark. 
Fortunately, there was a moon out that night, which 
would help light the rec room a little through the 

We went over the plan while we waited. I would give 
Jeri enough to drink to get her a little tipsy and then 
start making love to her on the pillows. I would get 
between her legs and caress her thighs and hips with 
both hands, one on each side. I would continue this 
caressing as I put my cock into her. 

At this time Mel should show up and get into position 
behind me and a little to my left. As I would bring my 
left hand down her right leg, I would lift it away, and 
Mel would begin to caress her as I had done. Then I 
would pull by cock out of Jeri's pussy and run it along 
her thigh, back and forth, while fondling her clit with 
my right hand. As I reached as far down her leg as I 
could, Mel and I would trade places, and he would move 
his cock down her leg and into her pussy. His hand 
would take the place of my right hand as we finished 
the switchover. It sounded like it would work OK. In 
any case, we would know pretty soon.

When Jeri returned, I helped her put away the 
groceries, and asked her if she'd care for a drink. 
"Sure," she said, so I fixed her a Gin Tonic, her 
usual. I fixed a Scotch and water for myself, very mild 
so I could stay alert and coordinated. We went to the 
rec room, talked about work and about going on a 
vacation to Lake Tahoe next summer, and danced to some 
'50s music on mine weak. 

Jeri was enjoying the mood, and her body was warmer and 
her kisses more demanding all the time. After still 
another drink, we danced to an old Elvis ballad ("Love 
Me Tender") and she began rubbing the front of my jeans 
with her hand. I kissed her deeply, and began undoing 
the buttons of her blouse. "I love you, Jeri," I said 
as kissed he neck, then her breasts. Her tits were so 
very firm, and small but not "little", just perfect! 
Her nipples pointed upward slightly, and were hard and 
hot as I sucked on them.

Gradually we undressed one another and held each other 
close, kissing. As we sank slowly to the floor, I 
turned out the last light, and slid one of those big 
pillows under Jeri. I began caressing her arms, her 
breasts, her tummy, her thighs, her everything. Jeri 
was only moderately active, probably from the booze, 
which was exactly what I'd hoped for. As I kissed my 
way down the front of her, she moaned softly. As my 
tongue parted the lips of her pussy, she only moved a 
little. It was then that I pressed against the insides 
of her knees until she had spread her legs wide apart.

I hoped there would be enough room for the switch from 
me to Mel. I continued to kiss her pussy and caress her 
legs until I felt Mel move in behind me. I almost 
panicked at this point; for fear that Jeri would 
realize that I was up to something and that she'd get 
pissed off. But she was still enjoying my attention and 
didn't sense anything other than my tongue, and my 
hands. Slowly, I raised my head up from between her 
thighs and moved myself into position. I gently eased 
the tip of my dick into her and then pulled back, 
rubbing the tip around the outside. All the while I was 
rubbing up and down her right leg with my left hand and 
fondling her pussy with my right.

When Mel put his hand on my left forearm, I almost 
jumped. I wasn't expecting it, but managed to maintain 
my concentration. I raised my left hand off of Jeri's 
leg, and Mel took over the caressing on that side. I 
pushed my cock back into Jeri, a little further this 
time. I moved myself as far to the right as I thought I 
could without arousing suspicion, then pulled out 
again. As I moved the tip of my dick along Jeri's right 
thigh, she moaned, "Please put it in again."

I raised up as far as I could on my knees, and Mel 
began to move in front of me. In the dim moonlight, 
shining through the skylight, I could see his big cock 
sliding down her thigh. 

"What the fuck am I doing?" I thought. But before I 
could think about it I had to move out of the way. That 
required pressing very tightly against Mel's back. As 
my dick passed over the crack of his ass, "No, this is 
not the time for that kind of new experience" I 
thought. I moved all the way out then, and positioned 
myself so that I could watch the penetration. Mel was 
so big! I felt very strange as I watched the tip of his 
dick enter that beautiful "honey hole" that, up to now, 
had been my private playground. 

In it went, past the tip, past the circumcision scar, 
down, deeper, deeper, all the while Jeri's moans 
getting louder, deeper, different than I'd ever heard 
before. "Oh, that's so good!", she said in a low, very 
soft voice. "Don't ever stop!" Mel picked up the pace, 
faster and faster, deeper and deeper. 

Jeri's moans were almost gasps. "Oh, Oh god, Yes, Yes, 
YES!!" It was finally over.

It was then that I heard those words that I'll never, 
ever, forget. "Oh, Mel, you're such a good lover! You 
always were the very best!"

To make a long story short, Mel and Jeri lived happily 
ever after, I jack off a lot.


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