Chapter 5

Pedro and I were in a really solid place in our relationship. Since the last time we tried something different, nothing worth mentioning had come up. Our talks had improved a ton — being able to open up about stuff with your partner feels amazing and builds real trust. We’d decided we didn’t want anyone else joining us in bed anymore. The experiences we’d had before with other people were super satisfying, and we figured we didn’t need to go there again. But during one of our chats, we got tempted by the idea of swapping with another couple. I remember us fantasizing about how it’d go down, the fears and insecurities, and how cool it’d be to learn from other couples.

The thing was, it’d be tough for us to pull off. He was eighteen and I was nineteen — way too young for the average swingers crowd. We thought couples would turn us down because of that, and among our friends, we didn’t know anyone into that scene. Hitting up swingers clubs scared the hell out of me; I’d die of embarrassment if I ran into someone I knew there. Someone suggested online forums, but we only found two types: ugly folks or people living way too far away.

The fix was downloading apps made just for this and starting to browse couples, striking up chats. Tons of people popped up, but most were solo guys trying to sneak a peek at tits. We didn’t want to share photos until we’d talked with the other couple first, and I think that slowed us down big time in the negotiations. Still, we connected with about a dozen couples and were blown away by how many people are into this. We messaged them one by one to chat, but whenever we got to the more intimate stuff, we hit a snag — the size of Pedro’s cock.

Pedro’s seriously huge, long and thick! It’s intimidating as fuck for a lot of people. I’d always heard women saying they prefer it big, but according to Pedro’s stories, most bolt when it comes time to fuck. I’m no size queen, but let’s be real? Pussies are built to push out babies, and if God made a cock that big, it’s gotta fit! You just gotta work it right, pick the best positions, get plenty lubed up and relaxed, and it’s a breeze. The payoff is feeling totally stuffed, that throbbing length hitting every sensitive spot deep inside your pussy. The downside is it’s tricky for quickies, or if he gets too carried away and thrusts deep, it can leave you sore. Anal? I managed to get just the head in once, and it tore me up — and his dick was only half-hard. I really wanna try full anal someday, but I haven’t pulled it off yet.

What’s funny is I think it was the guys who weren’t into it. When we video chatted, the women would ask for pics, going nuts with questions, eyes lighting up, while their guys sat there looking unsure. So, from the couples that stuck around, either Pedro or I didn’t vibe with something and we’d nix them over some little detail. It was getting frustrating. This hunt dragged on for almost two months, I swear! Until one day, a girl messaged me on the app. We chatted, cleared up some questions, and she laid out a few ground rules right away. We swapped photos, I talked to her husband, and she talked to Pedro. Everything flowed smooth. They said we’d be their third couple, and they didn’t want to repeat past mistakes. Her rules were straightforward: we’d book a spot with two bedrooms, start everyone in the living room, but once the actual swap happened, each pair would head to a separate room. Afterward, if it all went well, we could group up if everyone was cool with it.

I’d asked why specifically, and she said they might get jealous if the other one let loose too much and seemed to be enjoying it way too much. “But isn’t that the whole point?” I thought. It didn’t make much sense to me, especially if we’d group up later — and that’s what I wanted most. I was a bit worried about a guy trying to push things alone with me in a locked room. Pedro said these folks are always super respectful and I shouldn’t stress too much. We decided to go along with their guidelines. But later, we thought about their other demands and realized this had to be their first time with others — the insecurities matched what we’d felt before bringing someone new into our relationship. One thing we really didn’t want was to open up to a couple who’d chicken out at the last second.

I hadn’t lied about anything. In our last chat, I skimmed our experiences and how they went down, then pressed her on it. She caved quick and spilled the truth. I told her I’d actually feel safer if they’d never done this before — which was a lie; I preferred someone who knew the ropes in case we froze up not knowing what to do. Now that we were on the same page, we set up a meet just me and her to get to know each other and check out the spot.

Let me tell you a bit about them. She was twenty-five, a stunning tall brunette with shoulder-length hair and that innocent daddy’s girl face. He was older, twenty-nine, and hot as hell — smooth face, killer smile. From his look, I could tell this wasn’t her idea; that guy was a total player. Physically, they were average but fit, hitting the gym, no beer guts. She had curves that Pedro would love, and the guy had a ripped chest and a tight ass. Her name was Luana. Her first question was about Pedro’s cock. I showed a pic, and she was floored. Unlike the others, this couple hadn’t asked for anything super intimate from us, but she knew Pedro was hung. She told me her boyfriend Fred had eighteen centimeters and was kinda slim in girth, but it was a solid dick.

She showed up at my place alone like we’d planned, wine in hand and all smiles. We cracked it open and started talking.

“Pedro’s been bugging me to see your nudes,” I said, sitting with her on the couch at my place, wine glass in hand.

“God, I get so shy about those pics! I can send close-ups, but posing like that? No way I can pull it off,” she said, already pouring the second glass.

“Fred didn’t ask for my photos?”

“Nah, he’s scared I’ll get jealous. This whole process, I’m still building up the nerve, you know? But don’t worry, it’ll happen! As for him, he’s just playing it cool and kinda uninterested.”

“That happened with me and Pedro too. Turns out I kinda liked being a little cuckquean,” and we both cracked up at how ridiculous that sounded.

We got up and walked around the apartment so I could show her the bedrooms.

“I have two big fears,” she said, stopping in the doorway of my room, staring hard at the bed with a worried look.

“You should have three, but what’s the two?” I said, being a smartass.

“First is him getting hooked and always wanting to do this. Second is him pushing me to hook up with you too. You mentioned a third — what is it?”

“The size of Pedro’s cock.”

“Oh! I’m terrified. Does it feel good? Does it hurt? What’s it like?”

And I stopped to explain everything I’ve said here already, until she was satisfied. That part called for more wine, so we cracked open a second bottle.

“Something just hit me — wanna send them some nudes?” I teased.

“Honey, if I send a pic of two pussies, Fred’ll be at the door in ten minutes,” she said, choking on her wine from laughing so hard.

And we got started, both of us totally shameless, snapping a bunch of nudes in the living room. It was mostly just pussy shots. We sent two pics to each guy — one mine, one hers — and asked which they preferred. Obviously, both tried to rush over to my place right then, but we shut that down.

“You hooked up with a girl at one of these things, right? You into women?”

“Honestly, no! I don’t really dig it. That was just heat of the moment, nothing more. These days, after that, I kinda side-eye some girls, but it doesn’t turn me on much.”

“Can I confess something?”

“He wants me to do stuff with a woman, and honestly, I’m curious about going down on one…”

“Right here! If you want, eat my pussy!” I was still panty-less and spread my legs wide in a joke, then laughed.

Her look wasn’t joking. She stared for real. I was the one laughing until it got awkward from my own silliness.

“Pretty…” she said, flustered, fixing her hair.

“If you wanna eat it, go for it.” For someone not into girls, I was being way too flexible.

“Just like that?” she asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Well, I’m right here in front of you, no panties, but it could be another time…”

“Can I just go straight for it? You know, for science!”

The idea of someone eating my pussy without kissing me first flipped a switch I didn’t know I had — it turned me on instantly, and I started sweating. When the nude fun started, I’d glanced at her pics, but nothing. No horniness, no urge to do anything with her. And suddenly, shit escalated fast.

I leaned back on the couch, propping pillows behind me, legs slightly spread, waiting to see if she’d go for it. She came over all shy and giggling awkwardly, sliding down to my crotch.

“I just don’t know what to do…” she said, planting light kisses on my inner thighs and working down.

“You know, of course you do…” This sneaky girl was such a slut — I bet this was all just her game.

And she licked my outer lips, sending a chill through me. I felt the wet, hot texture of her tongue against my skin, the temp contrast giving me goosebumps that raised every hair. That initial nervousness was delicious, the little shocks rippling through my body, relaxing me more. Suddenly, it was like she decided no more teasing and dove right into my wettest spot.

“It’s a little salty…” she said, making me wonder if she’d really never done this before.

“You like it? It doesn’t smell bad?”

“Nah, it smells really good.”

“Then eat me, go on — suck my clit…” I ordered, rolling my eyes back.

When she hit the right spot, I instinctively locked my thighs around her head because an orgasm was building way too fast! “What the fuck? It’s been less than a minute since she started eating me!” I thought in a panic. I wanted to savor it more, but I was already about to cum in her mouth.

“Girl, if you keep that up, I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum in my mouth, cum!”

I wanted to say yes ma’am, but no time — the whole thing from her starting to eat me to now was barely a minute. I’d never cum that quick from foreplay! And I was buzzed on wine, which usually slows me down.

“Jesus, woman! What kinda dick-sucking mouth is that?”

“You already came?” She was shocked at her own skills too.

“Yeah, never that fast.”

“I’ve never done this before in my life! I’m just naturally good.”

“That thing about eating me without kissing turned me on so much…”

“Oh yeah? I liked it. We can do it again.”

“You really liked it? We can keep going.” I wanted to eat her now.

“Nah, I really gotta go. Fred’s probably dying to hear what we talked about.”

“But you’re leaving without kissing me?”

“If I kiss you, the fetish breaks,” she said, planting a quick dry peck on my lips before grabbing her stuff to head out.

Screw what I said earlier about not liking girls — now I do! Don’t be a buzzkill reader, okay? From that moment on, I poured all my energy into hooking up with that girl, to the point Pedro got jealous.

To be continued.