The ride home

They left us alone on the porch to wait for Uber. We stood in silence, neither one sure of what to say. We had just cheated on each other with a pair of married men. The body swapping we had been doing in the bedroom was one things, and regardless of who was fucking whom or in which hole, it was just the two of us.

This was different. We had just fucked other people. And as hot as it was watching my wife getting nailed by that big dicked redneck, it was enough to have planted seeds of doubt. What if she wanted to be with someone else? If he asked, would she leave me for Dale? This could be her way out of what had become a cold, unloving marriage before the arrival of the device.

As if sensing my doubt, Susan reached out and took my hand while we continued to wait in silence.

A few minutes later our ride arrived. We climbed into the back of a sedan driven by a latino man who looked to be about college age. We exchanged polite pleasantries and then continued in silence.

At last Susan squeezed my hand and **** a smile.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Tonight was fun and all, but it wasn't right. I just want to be with you. I don't want to cheat on you. I love you."

"Its okay, baby," I told her. "I love you too."

"I'm serious, I feel bad," Susan said.

"Did you like it?"

"Well...yeah, I enjoyed it," she said nervously.

"Are you going to leave me for him?" I asked, and it was about then I noticed our driver eavesdropping on our conversation.

"Of course not," Susan said. "He was just a dick. A very nice, big dick but just a dick. A sex toy. The sex was good, but it was just sex. The man attached to the dick was just awful."

"Well, maybe we can set new rules," I told her. "From now on we share. No more picking up multiple guys at a club. If we find somebody we think is interesting, he was to take us both."

"Really?" she asked.

"It sounds fair," I said. "To be honest, it was kinda hot watching you and Dale together. But when it was all over, it made me nervous. Not jealous, but nervous. What if you didn't really love me anymore?"

"Oh baby, no," Susan assured me.

She leaned over and kissed me. At first it was just a gentle peck, and then it quickly turned into something hotter. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and both of our hands went to the others boobs. Our wide-eyed driver watched the rearview with excitement as we made out in his backseat.