Confessions of a Swapped Wife 04

The sun felt wonderful on my skin.

The weather was perfect!

I sat at an outdoor café with my daughter Mikaela on her university campus. The end of her first year was approaching, and she would be home for the summer in a little over one month. However, the past few weeks had been emotionally draining for me. Between my marital issues and having recently slept with my friend Jakob, whose wife Sloane had recently slept with my husband Ryan--- Mikaela's father--- I needed to escape.

And Mikaela was the rock that I often found myself leaning on.

I am proud to admit that my daughter is better than me in every way. Still only 18, she was wise beyond her years, and possessed as much common sense as book-smarts. Mikaela was also kind and compassionate, which were qualities that I was most proud of. She would never deny help, whether it was for a stranger or loved one.

Mikaela was already the woman whom I hoped she would grow up to be.

When my daughter was still just a child, everyone referred her to my "Mini Me". However, now our roles hilariously reversed! Mikaela stood over six inches taller than me, having inherited her father's height, but my possessed my thin athletic frame and brown eyes, though hers were only slightly almond-shaped compared to mine.

Most people would say that my daughter had an exotic, almost alien-like, quality, possessing a mix of my Asian traits and Ryan's Caucasian genes.

She was BEAUTIFUL!

Mikaela was smarter than me, prettier than me, more graceful than me... better than me in every way.

It made mesoproud!

The greatest compliment and ego boost that I'd ever received--- and still often receive, to this day--- is being mistaken as my daughter's sister.

Mikaela was also very shrewd. She could deduce a people's character after only spending a short amount of time with them. Furthermore, regardless how hard someone was trying to mask their feelings, Mikaela possessed the uncanny ability to ascertain anyone's state of mind.

Especially her mother's.

Mikaela knew that something was bothering me as soon as she greeted me at the airport, and hugged me as if she would never see me again. I had to commend myself for not breaking down so that I wouldn't alarm her. To her credit, my daughter didn't interrogate me. She simply listened as I talked, let me vent enough though I wasn't offering specifics, and made supportive remarks at precisely the right time.

The weekend that I spent with Mikaela was better than any vacation that I could've taken. I had offered to take her and her friends out, including her roommate Daphne who, after only 1 academic year, had become my daughter's BFF. But Mikaela insisted on spending girl-time on our own.

I truly felt like her sister!

I loved my daughter so much for being a shoulder to lean on when I should've beenhersource of strength.

But as we sat together at the outdoor café, enjoying each other's company as much as the perfect weather, I knew that I would have to leave soon to catch my flight home.

And return to reality.

Ryan and I still hadn't patched things up since I returned from spending the night with Jakob... and I had also been avoiding the latter since I slept with him. I was keeping them at bay. My day of reckoning with both men was coming, but I was intent on postponing it for as long as possible.

As Mikaela spoke, three young men seated 2 tables behind her caught my attention. They frequently glanced in our direction, and it was not difficult to read their lecherous expressions and discern they were thinking. The woman in me was excited by the attention from much younger men who were basically still boys.

The mother in me, however, was very protective of my daughter.

As we spoke, I tried to keep Mikaela unaware of their gawking. Whenever she was about to turn around, I would quickly say or do something to redirect her attention. My daughter didn't need to know that these boys were undressing us with their eyes.

To protect Mikaela, I kept their focus on me. I would occasionally make eye contact or offer them a flirty smile. The boys, in turn, would whisper among themselves, and return my gaze with obvious intent.

I would shift and turn subtly to gift them with the feminine curves of my profile.

I would casually lean back and cross my legs for them to admire.

I had to admit that their attention was exciting.

Arousing. Intoxicating.

The more the boys leered at me and whispered among themselves, the more I indulged them.

I was smiling at the trio when Mikaela checked her phone, and frowned.

I instantly forgot about my voyeurs. "Something wrong, Mika?"

"Daphne just texted to see if I wanted to go to the beach with her and some of our friends. I told her that I'm busy."

"You should go!" I exclaimed. Though I wanted nothing more than to spent more precious time with my child, she was an 18-year-old university student who should be enjoying life and having fun with her friends. I did not want to take more time away from her social life.

It was enough that I was living vicariously through Mikaela.

"You should go," I repeated gently, but with a firmness that indicated my sincerity. "Have fun with your friends. This is supposed to be the best time of your life, and I want you to enjoy every moment."

Before you grow old, I added wistfully to myself.

My expression darkened, and Mikaela was quick to notice. "Mom," she began softly, "are you and dad ok?" It had taken my imminent departure for Mikaela to finally confront the elephant in the room.

Oh, baby girl! You know me better than I know myself!

On the spur of the moment, I decided to deceive my own child. I had never lied to her or Martin, ever. But my daughter and son were young and happy, and I could not... would not... burden them with my own issues. Nor did I want them to worry about their parents.

"Everything is fine, silly! I just came to visit because I miss you, that's all. I'm trying to figure out when I can visit your brother, too."

Mikaela's expression clearly indicated that she did not believe me.

"Go," I told her. "I'm just going to finish my coffee before I head to the airport."

"I'll stay with you 'til you're done."

"You wonderful, stubborn girl! Go! Don't keep your friends waiting."

Mikaela appeared torn. I truly did want to spend what little time I had left here with her. However, I also wanted my daughter to enjoy her university experience to the fullest, and was happy when she finally relented.

Mikaela stood up with her arms outstretched, and I rose to meet her hug. And as I embraced her, I could feel almost every pair of eyes in the café staring at us. My daughter and I were wearing in the same outfit, as we often did in public, and, I had to admit, we wore it equally well: a thin, formfitting halter top, black and backless, with spaghetti straps over rolled-up denim shorts and scandals.

The only difference between us, aside from the height disparity, was that I sported a pixie cut while Mikaela had her long black hair wound in a chic bun.

Every male within eyesight, including the three boys, were staring at us. Everyone assumed that I was a university coed, and I beamed proudly. Mikaela rose to her full height as she released me, and she could barely hide her grin as she basked in the attention that we were receiving but pretending not to notice.

Mikaela was as proud of me as I was of her.

I hugged her fiercely again, and this time I did get teary.

"Be good, baby girl," I told her hoarsely, trying not to cry. "Study hard... but have fun. Just watch your drink when you're out, and be careful around boys." I wasalwaysgiving her the same warning.

"I will, mom," Mikaela replied, also getting emotional. "I'll see you and dad soon."

"I love you, Mika."

"Love you, too."

My daughter beamed me a beautiful smile, one that made me so proud of everything that she embodied, waved good-bye, turned, and left.

Suddenly, I was alone.

Again.

My outfit suddenly seemed too revealing and, as sexy as I felt a moment ago dressed like my daughter's twin, I now felt fat and clumsy. Even the temperature seen colder. And everyone who had been admiring us a moment ago seemed to have forgotten about me.

Everyone except the three boys, whose hot gaze were burning a hole through me.

The male gaze could be a double-edge sword. On one hand, it was usually unwanted, creepy, and demeaning. On the other hand, it could be exciting and a boost to my fragile ego under the right set of circumstances.

My current situation fell under the latter.

I slowly sat down, intentionally keeping my back to the boys. Their attention was arousing. And while I was feigning indifference to tease them, but I was desperately hoping that they would approach.

Whenever much younger males flirted with me, it was always amusing. However,veryhonest, it instilled confidence in me, something that I sorely needed in my current state of mind. I desperately wanted... no,needed... the validation and ego boost.

Luckily, fortune, like the sun, was shining down upon me today.

"Hi. Just wanted to say, we think you're really hot."

YES!!!I thought triumphantly.

Keeping my composure, I slowly turned to discover the three boys towering over me with the same hungry expression. They were almost as tall as my husband who was well over 6ft, athletic-looking, and could not have been older than my 18-year-old daughter. Each were physically imposing, and could easily have their way with me with one hand tied behind their back. But while the trio were the size of fully grown men, they carried themselves like the youthful boys that they were.

They were also very, very handsome.

One was blonde with shaggy hair that looked as though it had never been combed, the other was an olive-skinned lad who appeared Spanish, and the third was an African American boy who was the most muscular of the three.

For the first time, I noticed that the trio was wearing the same shirt, similar to me and Mikaela, which were emblazoned with the Greek letters "Lambda Chi".

Frat boys. How cute.

I inclined my head in appreciation, but acted disinterested. "Thanks," I replied blandly.

The boys frowned as they were predictably hoping for a more welcoming reaction. I had to keep from bursting out in laughter at their disappointment. They were typical boys... horny and lacking subtly... but there was an adorable innocence in their not-so-innocent behavior.

"You look familiar. Are you in my communications class?" the blonde asked.

I almost snorted. "No."

"I think I've seen you in Bio 101," the Spanish-looking one stated.

"No," I repeated.

The African American boy tried, "Are you a Sister in one of the sororities?"

It was getting harder not to laugh! "I am definitelynota Sorority Sister."

The trio glanced at each other and shrugged. Ultimately, they didn't care if I was a classmate, a student from another university, or simply a visitor. What mattered was that I was talking to them.

"Is your friend coming back? We didn't get to see her face, but she looks as cute as you from the back."

"No." It was best not to elaborate in order to protect Mikaela. The boys were instantly disappointed. They were about to ask more about her when I quickly added, "You three will have to settle for me."

I sat back, crossed my legs, and gave them a knowing look.

The boys looked at each other again, and reacted as though they had won the lottery.

When the trio looked back at me, they didn't bother with subtly anymore as they brazenly undressed me with their eyes. One was fixated on my legs, the other was peering down my cleavage, and another one was bold enough to meet my gaze.

The frat boys introduced themselves.

Theodore was the shaggy blonde.

Mateo was the Spaniard.

And Oliver was the African American lad.

Now I knew their names

"What's your name?" Oliver inquired.

I studied the boys, who were all unbelievably good-looking. They were fit and energetic, indicating the virility of their youth. Most importantly, however, they made no secret that they wanted to fuck me. That fact made me tingle all over.

Especially my nipples and recently waxed clitoris.

I began thinking about my deepest and wildest fantasy...

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Oliver repeated with a hint of impatience, "What's your name?"

"My name is Sabrina" I lied, acting coquettishly like a naïve schoolgirl while fidgeting in my seat. Though I sometimes gave a false name--- without guilt, I might add--- when men hit on me in public, this time it was more to protect Mikaela.

The look they gave me left no doubt what their intent was.

Moments later, I found myself in the back seat of Mateo's car, squeezed between his friends, as the boy sped us toward their fraternity house.

My head was practically on a swivel as I took turns kissing Theodore and Oliver.

I caressed Oliver's handsome face as our tongues wrestled in each other's mouth. I stroked his inner thigh, and was tempted to determine firsthand if the term "BBC" was a myth or not. However, it took some self-control, but I decided not to go there just yet.

On my other side, Theodore was vying for my attention. He kissed my neck and shoulder, and groped at my breast even as his partner fondled the other. When I turned back to him, his impatience was transferred to Oliver as the AA boy now had to share my affection, and wait for his turn once more.

All the while, Mateo stared at us jealously through the rearview mirror. Knowing that he was watching excited me as much as making out with his friends. It was more amusing than frightening when he almost collided with oncoming traffic because he was so distracted!

Theodore and Oliver were kissing me all over, and touching my breasts and legs, as I giggled and squirmed between them. I had always been attracted to much taller men, and these boys were practically giants next to me. And there were two of them.

No, three!

Mateo hilariously pulled his car to side of the road, got out, opened the back door, and yanked Theodore out to take his place, forcing him to be the new driver.

I had a new boy to play with.

I strongly considered taking turns having sex with them in the back seat of Mateo's car, but we soon arrived at their fraternity house.

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I trying to bestow as much affection as I could to each boy as, together, they ushered me into the living room in a tangle of limbs and kisses. They were all over me, and I had to peek through the corner of my eye to take in my surroundings. The Lambda Chi fraternity house was more like a mansion, spacious and surprisingly clean. Though every piece of furniture looked like a valuable antique, they were pristine and appeared newly polished.

The boys sat me on a sofa and surrounded me. Before they could kiss and touch me again, however, I lifted my arms overhead and looked gravely at Oliver, who was standing closest and directly in front. He stared dumbly at his friends, who took their places on either side of me, unsure what to do even though my unspoken command was obvious.

"Take off my top." I prodded him as if speaking to a child.

Oliver suddenly didn't appear as confident as he did a moment ago, but complied. He struggled to remove my tight halter top, being careful not to hurt me which I found very sweet. Perhaps these beautiful boys were more polite and innocent than I gave them credit for.

Oliver ogled my newly-exposed breasts, and uttered a single word that made my confidence surge.

"Perfect."

Theodore and Mateo leaned in for a closer look. I could feel their warm breath on my skin, and the heat emanating from their bodies. Just one of them could easily overpower me, and imprison me in some secluded section of their fraternity house.

No one knew where I was; I was in a precarious situation.

My entire body throbbed with excitement!

"Touch me."

The trio hesitated for only a moment before they started groping me all over. They competed for my breasts; I only had 2 boobs for 3 sets of hands, after all. Soon, however, they were scouring my shoulders and belly with their large hands. Mateo placed his hand boldly high on my thigh, and my clitoris instantly stiffened. Oliver caressed my face while Theodore happily continued to fondle my breasts.

It can't be put into words how sensual it felt to have so many hands touching me.

"You are so hot," Oliver muttered. His compliment was appreciated even if the delivery was somewhat coarse.

"Take off the rest of my clothes."

This time, no one hesitated.

I leaned back slightly to give Oliver space to unbutton my denim shorts, and draw them--- and my panties--- down my legs.

This time, he was not as patient or gentle.

Each boy uttered a throaty growl as they gazed upon my nudity.

My nipples and clitoris stiffened almost instantaneously, a physical reaction caused by the sudden exposure to cooler air as much as it was to sexual arousal.

Theodore swore, "Youarefucking perfect."

I blushed, and it was all I could do to keep myself from pouncing on my prey.

They wanted me...

... and I wanted them.

I would show them what it was like to be with an experienced woman, and make men out of these boys.

They began to explore my body again... more of it, this time... and in a much bolder and heavier manner.

I parted my legs suggestively, and casually massaged my clitoris which was blatantly jutting from its sheath.

"My god," Mateo muttered, noticing the smoothness between my legs for the first time. "You shave your pussy?"

"Wax," I corrected. I had them well in control, and decided that it was now or never. "You boys got to see me... now I want to see you."

They hesitated, not sure precisely what I was asking.

I sighed inwardly; I was apparently going to have coach these youngsters step-by-step. I almost bit off each word in irritation: "I want you to take off your pants."

The trio murmured their astonishment, but did not argue and obeyed slowly.

I was soon surrounded by 3 burgeoning andveryhealthy-looking erections.

"My turn to feel you."

I reached out to grip Theodore and Mateo firmly. Their young cocks were as hot as they were hard, and pulsed with a life of their own. Both boys momentarily trembled as my hand made contact with their manhood.

Oliver's enormous cock waggled just below my eye level. Therewassome truth to BBC's, after all. The boy was HUGE! Large enough that I wondered if I could physically stuff him inside of me, or even wrap my hands around his circumference. Oliver was so aroused that his tip was already leaking an aromatic milky white substance. I inhaled deeply... he smelled like every man whom I'd ever been with, yet somehow more appealing.

Oliver peered down at me excitedly and, without thinking, edged closer. Now his quivering cock was mere inches from my lips. It wasn't difficult to decipher what he wanted. My hands were occupied as I calmly masturbated his friends.

That left my mouth available.

I knew that none of these boys would last long, so I had to pace myself.

I slowly leaned forward.

Believing that I was about to take Oliver down my throat, the trio's eyes widened in anticipation.

However, at the last moment, I veered my head to the side and nuzzled Oliver's enormous cock. His meat felt like steel against my face, and I glided my cheek down the length of his manhood down towards his scrotum, where I playfully nuzzled him some more.