The Spouse Swap

A drunken night that led up to this moment. This question. Changes spouses for the night. For different reasons your marriages aren’t working, try a different spouse for the night. Have wild, intimate sex. See how green the grass is on the other side.

You would think they would need time to decide. Time to consider the repercussions. The lasting consequences. Except you forgot about the two empty whiskey bottles, the discarded cans of beer. It’s a miracle they haven’t vomited, had the need for charcoal pumped into their stomachs.

Rachel immediately says, “I want Chandler.”

The confession has freed her. She can make her own choices. She knows what she wants. And nothing turns Chandler on more than being wanted. His eyes connect to hers. Obviously he thought she was hot before, but now she’s was an active volcano. He needs to dive into her heat and make her erupt.

Phoebe blinked, “Okay. That was quicker than expected.”

“I’ll take Ross,” Monica says.

“What!? No,” Joey whines. “I have the biggest dick. I get to choose!”

“When did we establish that?” Monica says walking over to Ross. “Didn’t you hear when I said that dick size doesn’t matter.” She slips her arm around Ross and squeezing his ass. “I have a feeling we’ve going to get into an argument and have crazy makeup sex.”

There it was.

The statement. She was going to fuck someone besides her husband. Explicit. Everyone knew what was happening. No one disagreed.

Except the married couple that was stuck with each other. Phoebe glared at Joey, “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut for one minute? It’s obvious it’s your fault.”

“Your tits aren’t big enough. I told them you shouldn’t got them done.” He groans and falls to his knees when his wife whacks his balls with the back of her hand.

“That’s right,” Monica says, “Teach him some respect.”

Rachel topless in jeans and Chandler in just a white teen. He makes a decision, “Let’s go inside for more privacy.”

Monica watches them go. Turned on that her husband is taking control of a woman so attractive. She turns to the man she chose. One hand rubbing his toned hard ass, the other stroking his long cock. She bites on his ear, “Just admit you’re bisexual. You like your ass played with but you also like big titties and thick asses.”

He looks at her. She’s telling him what to do. Usually it’s the other way around. But she’s giving him a path, a way forward. He says, “Okay.”

Even though it’s a single word, it floods him with relief. He’s not gay. Not the word he’s been fearful of since middle school. He’s just bisexual. If a guy wants to suck his dick, that’s okay. He still likes women.

They kiss. He takes back control. Tells her to get on her knees. Suck his cock.

She bites her lip. Type A in the hospital, submissive in the bedroom. Nothing gets her wetter than being told what to do sexually. She gets her knees dirty. Tightens up her buns. Licks his shaft from balls to tip, then devours him. She sucks him down. He plays with her thick brunette hair, tells her what a good cocksucker she is.

On the other side of the fire, Joey apologized to his wife. He leaves it vague. He’s not quite sure what he’s apologizing for. He’s definitely not going to apologize for being himself.

Phoebe slips off her leggings, sits back in the camp chair, spreads her legs. There’s only one apology she’ll accept. One that makes him get on his knees.

He whines, “Babe you haven’t showered all day. I can smell you from here.”

She doesn’t budge. Just parts her lips, show her pink interior.

Her husband finally drops to his knees to reluctantly eat his wife’s pussy. Her hands won’t let his face leave until he’s thoroughly apologized.

In the farmhouse, Chandler picks Rachel up, set her on the kitchen table. They make out. He kneels before her. Pulls off her dirty jeans. Takes her damp black panties off with his teeth. Praises her. Tells her how beautiful she is. How pretty her pussy is. How sexy her red pubic hair is. She leans back and rests on her hands. Let’s the blonde head bury itself between her dangling legs.

Three couples engaged in oral sex. Two enthusiastically—one trying to impress, one trying to prove his worth—and one reluctantly—licking his wife’s pussy as punishment.

They’re drunk. It’s sloppy. Lots of spit. Lots of gasping for breath. Lots of ‘Oh gods’ and ‘Sweet fuck’s.

Monica didn’t want Ross to come yet. Chandler wanted to make Rachel come as many times as he could with his tongue. Joey licked until Phoebe tapped his head because she was bored out of her mind.

Monica rode Ross with her back to his face. She figured a view of her thick ass would turn him on the most. She wasn’t wrong. His wife has no butt. Monica had too much much. He squeezed and smacked it. Her thick thighs worked her wet pussy up and down his long cock.

He blew faster with Monica than any woman before. Without warning he started spurting inside her. His cum lubed his cock. She fucked him harder. She massaged her own clit until her came.

Phoebe wouldn’t touch Joey. He jerked off while watching the other couple. Phoebe sat, questioning every decision that led her here. Her husband has his actions shouldn’t determine her life this much.

She stood up and stomped from the fire. Threw the door to the farmhouse open.

Rachel’s perfect body stood uncontrollably in orgasm on the kitchen table. Chandler sat on the floor, his chin and chest glistening with her arousal. His cock stood thick and a tree stump. Phoebe needed that.

He pushed him onto his back. Mounted him. Felt the stretch of his fat cock throughout her entire body. Rode him. He pinched and twisted her nipples piercings. She slaps him because of the waves of pleasure it sends through her. He smacks her ass in returns.

Rough sex.

If that’s what you tell Chandler to give you, that’s what he’ll give you.

He flipped Phoebe over on her stomach. Gripped her hips, pounded her so hard they could hear the clapping of her ass out by the lake. So hard she begged him to stop. A railing she’ll still feel in the morning.

His cock was as veiny and big as his forearms. It throbbed, six shades darker than the rest of his body.

He looked at the pale angel on the table looking at him with her baby blue eyes, her big tits begging to be bounced.

He asked, “How do you want to be fucked?”