A Two Way Switch

A Two Way Switch ^(F)©

By: Daleok357

Wendy and I had been married for five years and we had being trying to have a child for all that time. As a matter of fact we started trying about a year before we got married! Our families though we were crazy for wanting a child. With me begin some twenty years older than Wendy.

It was time to ask for help! And when the results came back it was not good.

At the golden age of fifty my sperm count was not the best. The doctors also said that Wendy might have trouble conceiving her, due to the fact that she had only one ovary.

So there we were wondering what to do. After a few months of thinking it over we came to the conclusion that if Wendy were going to have a child then the time was now weather I could father it or not. So the search was on to find someone to knock her up!

The first thing we decided was that it had to be someone who could be available on a moments notice and could be there even if this project took several tries. The fact that nether one of us were born into money let out the sperm banks and fertility clinics. It also precluded the option of paying some stub to do the job. So this was going to have to be a friendly deal where by the joy of sex with Wendy was all the fellow could count on. What we did not count on was finding someone so quick!

One night at a dinner party at some friends house the subject of children popped up. They had two girls and always wanted a boy. We, on the other hand, had none and wanted at least one.

Donna and Jack had known us both for years. Jack grew up with me and Donna had worked with Wendy for years. So after a few more dinners and several soul searching weeks, we decided that Jack was the right man for the job.

The two girls Jack had sired with Donna were the most beautiful young ladies I had ever met.

So we started keeping track of all the things, time tables, temperatures, and such like that women keep track of when trying to become pregnant. And we would go stay at Jack and Donna’s house during Wendy’s fertile period.

After about three months, with no luck, Donna and I were setting in the den while Jack was busy screwing Wendy upstairs.

“Jim doesn’t it bother you that my husband and your wife are up there screwing their brains out and you and I are just sitting here?”

It was a very good question and I had only one answer.

“Yes, I find it very unsettling.”

“Why? This was the both of your idea.”

“It’s not that I find it unsettling that Jack is trying to make a baby with Wendy we both want a child. And I do get my share at other times sex wise. I just feel left out,” I answered.

“Good,” Donna said, “I am glad that I am not the only one!”

That’s when we hear the shower start running and knew that this session was over.

Jack was the first one down and announced that he was going for his after-fuck dip in the pool. Several minutes later Wendy came down. There she stood wearing that fresh fucked full of cum look that I had grown to love.

“I want to thank you both for giving me the chance to get pregnant,” she said.

“No problem,” said Donna, “I am sure Jack is loving it.”

We all three laughed, grabbed our suits and went to join Jack in the pool.

I am not much of a swimmer but I loved seeing Wendy and Donna in the bikinis they both wore, so I normally just sat on the edge with my legs in the water and watched.

As I sat there listen to my wife’s blow by blow description of the afternoon activities, I became more than excited, two lovely women in bikinis to watch and a story of incredible sex to listen to was almost more than I could take.

I was oblivious to most everything around until Wendy took my cock out of my suit and began to give me a blow job. This was the first time she had exhibited any exhibitionist nature at all. But there she was with my cock buried deep in her throat.

Looking up to see where Jack and Donna were I was surprised to see them at the other end of the pool, Jack between her legs eating his wife like a starving man.

I sensed a set up, but was not going to object to it in any way!

After a nice dinner at a more than nice restaurant we were back at the house again, Jack and Wendy upstairs, Donna and I in the den.

“Jim? I talked to Jack while we were in the pool, about what the two of use were feeling.”

“OH?”

“Yes,” she hesitated, “he feels that it would be alright if you and I were to be involved.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather! I did not believe what she was saying.

Donna was a good looking woman only ten years younger than I. I had always admired the way she carried her self, the clothes she wore and the way she looked. Now I was being given permission by her hubby to have sex with her.

Well, I would love the free pass, but I had Wendy to think of too.

That night in the guest room, Wendy was still in the mood for love making. She was a little sore, owing to Jack being somewhat bigger than I, but she still wanted me.

Not being one to protest, I was more than willing. But I was not prepared for what my mind was going to do to me.

Wendy had wonderful breasts and I have loved sucking on them for years. And, as I was suckling my wife, my mind began to wonder to thoughts of Donna. I knew that Jack would not be doing his wife, so he could to save all his sperm for the project. I wondered if she would be happy with only oral sex until Wendy was pregnant. After all it had already been three months.

Three months with out sex would make me a raving lunatic!

So as I suckled and fingered my wife, my mind played tricks on me.

When Wendy said, “Jim I need you inside of me NOW!” It was Donna’s voice I heard. And just for an instant, as I moved between my wife’s legs, I looked down to see not Wendy’s face, but Donna’s.

I knew of drug induced hallucinations, but could sex do the same thing? I seemed so.

Sliding my cock into Wendy I thought of how it might feel to slide in to Donna’s pussy. And pumping away, hearing the familiar sounds from my wife, I wonder if Donna would make the same moans and sighs or would she be the one to talk dirty during sex?

Would Donna be the type to just lay there, unlike Wendy who kept urging me on, or would she be the same? Would Donna like to be on top or would she, like Wendy, want to be passive?

The questions were more than enough to make me look down, more than once, to make sure it was my wife I was screwing!

So I added my cum, Wendy’s forth load of the day, to the project.

Laying beside Wendy we began to talk about baby things, names, what color to paint the extra room, and what preschool. As I began to drift off to sleep, Wendy made the announcement.

“Ya know if you and Donna were to want to fuck, I wouldn’t mind.”

Well, I had been sleepy but for some reason now sleep just eluded me!

It seemed that all the doors were open and the way clear for Donna to become lovers, at least until Wendy was pregnant. That thought keep me awake for hours that night.

Wendy was always the one to be up bright and early each morning while I like to stay in bed. It worked out well for this project. She, Donna and Jack would be up before I was, Donna fixing breakfast and Jack and Wendy getting a start on the days activities. After her first load of cum, Wendy would come back and wake me up.

Some times Wendy would crawl back in bed and wake me with a morning blow job, sometimes she would just wake me up.

The next morning I was sawing logs like I hadn’t slept in months when I felt her get back in bed. I was expecting the morning ritual of oral sex, when I would wake up totally just before I shot my cum down her throat. And it started out that way.

However, when I was to the point of no return everything stopped.

“Wake up Jim.”

The voice I heard was not Wendy’s! It was Donna in bed with me, blowing me.

My eyes flew open and I sat straight up. Then I remembered what Wendy had told me the night before, “Ya know if you and Donna were to want to fuck, I wouldn’t mind.”

I relaxed a bit and looked at Donna. As my mouth opened to speak she said, “Yes I know. Wendy told me this morning.”

I just sat there as Donna flung the covers back and for the firs time I saw her nude. She had wonderful breasts that sagged just a bit from breast feeding her two daughters. Her stomach was flat with just a bit of a mound at her sex. Her legs were long and tapered just right, each with a little tattoo at the ankle. As she lay on her side holding her self up by leaning on one elbow I saw her arms were well muscled from her swimming. Her fingers were long with well kept nails with bright red polish that contrasted with my skin where the one hand wrapped around my cock.

“Have I got you totally awake now?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am,” I stammered.

“Good, then I think it is time we did what our spouses are doing right now.”

I watched her get up on her knees and throw one leg over my hips bringing her pussy to the same level as my cock. Then, with the one hand that had never left my cock, she raised it up and notched it into the opening to her body and began a slow descent.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, Yessssssssssssss,” her words came out in a long drawn out string.

I felt my cock slice into the first pussy other than Wendy’s in six years. I had to admit it felt just as good, though not as tight. As I bottomed out in her cunt I could feel her cervix on my cock head.

And there she sat, my best friend’s wife astraddle my hips with my cock buried deep inside of her wearing a smile of satisfaction on her face.

Her smile was infectious and as she began to ride me my face took on the same expression. I was fucking my best friend’s wife with her hubby’s and my wife’s permission. Breakfast would just have to wait!

I began to thrust up meeting her downward movements. Time stood still as it does for each of us when cock fills cunt. Nothing mattered except that we both enjoyed the pleasure the others body delivered. No one, and I mean NO ONE, could have stopped the pleasure we both felt. It was like we were the only humans alive for that time.

Donna leaned forward and pressed a breast to my lips.

“Suck on it,” she whispered.

My lips opened and accepted the nipple she offered, sucking it in and over my tongue filling my mouth with sweet warm flesh. I suckled the breasts that at one time nourished her two children. The breast that I was sure Jack suckled every night.

I suckled Wendy every time we had sex but this was different for some reason, different in the texture of the nipples, different in the size of the breast, different in the taste. Ah yes, the taste. What was the difference in the taste of Donna’s boobs over that of Wendy’s?

She pounded down and I thrust up working the juices of sex into a creamy white froth. My cock head hit her cervix with each stroke causing her to make a little ‘unh’ sound. Looking up past the nipple between my lips I saw her eyes were closed and she wore a smile on her face.

Between the unh’s I would hear her mumble, “Oh God….Yes….So good....Oh fuck….Oh yes!”

I could feel the wetness around my cock increase. It was as if the dam had broken and all of her honey was pouring out around my intruding cock.

And the sound of it! The sounds of sex! Not just her mumbled sweet nothings, or the slap of flesh against flesh at the end of each stroke, but the sound of sex, the sound of a hard cock slicing into a juicy pussy. There is no sound like that on earth!

Then there was the smell. The slight hint of perspiration mixed with the scent of sex. No flower in the world can match the sweet aroma of an over heated pussy! It assails the nostrils and warps the mind of each and every male activating the age old desire to return to the womb. A desire so over powering that the simple fact that body size makes it impossible to return totally that some thing, no matter how small a part of the being, must try to make the return trip to be held for eternity within the organ that gave it life.

If only the feeling of being held inside, protected from all the worlds problems, nourished by the body, in a warm velvet womb could be gained by the whole body, and not just the extension we call a cock. Never mind that physics prevents it, we still try. The sweet kiss between cervix and cock head is as close as any one will get.

With senses on over load and a ringing in my ears I heard Donna moan, “Yes…..do it….fill me….FUCK ME….MAKE ME CUM!”

The act of orgasm began for us both and as body muscles tightened and brain electrons fired, I noticed again the taste of the nipple I had been suckling, a warm sweet creamy taste that began to be more than just a slight hint of flavor on the back of my tongue. It began to expand and swell filling my whole mouth much like my cock was doing in Donna’s body.

I was forced to swallow to be able to breathe only to have the sensation come back stronger and faster each time filling my mouth, forcing me to accept it or drowned.

I felt the tight grip of her orgasm on my cock making my cum boil upward and spew into her filling her pussy with my cream as she shook like a leaf in a wind storm. And I felt the nipple between my lips elongate over my tongue into the deep dark reaches of my throat and I realized, ‘Donna was lactating!’

I swallowed hard between each jerk of my cock as she forced more of her breast between my lips with each spasm of our orgasm. The more cum in shot into her the more of her breast milk flowed into me. It was a vicious circle, a marry-go-round spinning out of control with no end in sight!

But end it would, much too soon. And as my cock twitched its last, the flow from her nipple decreased until once again it was only a slight hint of flavor on the back of my tongue.

It’s funny what will creep into you mind during the afterglow of good sex. As my mind began to regain rational thought, I was reminded of things from my education and knew Einstein was right. “For every action there is and equal and opposite reaction.”

My head rolled to the side in exhaustion and there I saw, standing in the open door way, my best friend, whose wife’s pussy I had just filled with my sperm. And my wife, with the plug we had purchased inserted deep in her pussy holding his sperm inside her, much like my cock held my recently deposited cum in Donna’s pussy.

“Now that was HOT!” Jack said.

At the sound Donna looked to see where the sound had come from. She only nodded as my cock gave its last twitch inside her. Then she looked down at me and through glazed over eyes, she smiled. On her face I saw the same look I had seen on Wendy the day before, that fresh fucked full of cum look that I had grown to love.

Wendy’s next period never came and even at that early stage of pregnancy the aura around her began to glow.

We joined Jack and Donna for a celebratory dinner of our impending parenthood. It was at that dinner that I thought I saw the same glow from Donna that I now saw from Wendy.

EPILOGUE: Ten months later

Wendy and I are the proud parents of a beautiful daughter we named Jacque, after her father. Jack and Donna have a healthy son named Jimmy, after his father.

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