Confessions of a Swapped Wife Pt. 02

Thank you to everyone who read Chapter 1, and encouraged me to keep writing!

The events of Chapter 2 occur at the same time as Chapter 1 and, through discussions with my husband and Sloane, this is what I imagined happened between them that night...

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If a man believed in the saying "Bigger is better", then he would undoubtedly be fixated on Sloane's oversized breasts.

Especially a man like my husband.

Sloane had changed into very provocative lingerie. It was blood-red babydoll set with a matching G-string. Both pieces were composed of a stretchy mesh material, which accentuated the woman's voluptuous curves. Though the ensemble was layered with lace and embroidery, it was still sheer and left little to the imagination.

A decorative bow was strategically sewn into the bra that exposed ample cleavage.

Ryan's eyes immediately went there.

Sloane, who had long desired my husband, happily allowed him to salivate. He began kissing her as if she was the last woman on earth, and even I couldn't blame him. Well into her middle age, the buxom blonde was clearly once--- and still--- a beauty queen. Her long wavy hair flowed freely to her hips and, though there were slight wrinkles around her eyes, Sloane's skin appeared extremely healthy for her age, highlighting an eternally beautiful face.

Sloane wasn't petite like me. She was naturally big-boned, but not in a way that made her seem large or overweight. While I, for better or worse, was often mistaken for a teenager or young college student, there was no doubt that Sloane was a WOMAN.

"I have been waiting for this for so long," my husband murmured between kisses.

"Me, too."

I made Ryan promise that he would not take his new sexual partner to our bedroom, so they stood in our living room, kissing and hugging for a long time. Eventually, Ryan and Sloane dragged each other towards the sofa. They stumbled the entire way, but somehow managed to maintain their balance.

Ryan and Sloane plopped down, and their lips continued to smack loudly.

The woman did nothing to deter my husband, but managed to inquire, "How did Kat take things?"

Upon hearing my name, Ryan snorted. "Exactly as you'd expect. She got all emotional and started crying. I thought she was going to beg me not to see you." He was exaggerating but Sloane didn't know that, and her eyes widened in horror. "Don't worry, Kat's a big girl; she'll get over it." His tone was dismissive.

"I hope so." Sloane smiled weakly, a sad expression which Ryan did not notice. "My husband has been smitten with her for a long time."

Ryan made a rude sound as if he didn't care. "I don't blame him. But let's forget our spouses." He looked at the married woman--- our friend--- and made his intent clear.

Sloane welcomed his advance, and they commenced making out again.

Ryan was practically devouring her.

She giggled. "Are you always this excited?"

"You have no idea who much I want you... how long I've been waiting for this. I want to do things to you that I've never done to a woman."

Sloane smirked. "Not even to Kat?"

"I love my wife, but she's the epitome of a prude."

Her look was that of a temptress. "I'm not a prude."

My husband had been attentive to the woman, but his gaze never wavered from her chest. "Your tits are fucking incredible," he murmured. Ryan boldly reached out and squeezed them with two hands.

Sloane purred.

Considering that I only sported B-cups, my husband was probably in heaven.

"Tell me, Ryan, why is your pretty wife such a prude?

His response was immediate. "She's so boring in bed!" Ryan whined. "I want Kat to be more adventurous. Sex with her is always the same. It's always on a schedule, always missionary, always vanilla. I want more. Ineedmore."

It wasn't just frustration in my husband's voice.

There was anger, too.

Sloane pressed her chest to his. "I can give you more."

My husband pulled the sultry blonde onto him, and mashed his lips onto hers. He groped her oversized breasts again. Then his hand delved lower.

Ryan's fingers slipped into Sloane's vagina.

"YES," she sighed triumphantly.

The woman began shifting on my husband's fingers, heightening her own pleasure as he probed deeper.

"I want to fuck you," he growled.

Sloane didn't stop kissing my husband, but she did respond by pulling her G-string to the side, and exposing her moist hole.

A clear invitation.

Ryan stopped making out long enough to unbutton and unzip his pants and fish out his penis. The woman leered at my husband's outsized manhood. Licking her lips, she grasped it and gave it several aggressive tugs.

Ryan moaned words of encouragement.

Sloane crawled over his lap and straddled him on her knees. She waggled his penis, inducing another moan, and carefully aimed it at her hole. Then, shoving her tongue down my husband's throat, the woman lowered herself onto his erection.

Wordlessly, Sloane began to ride the man I loved.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good," he drawled.

"I'm not a prude," Sloane repeated seductively. "I'm going to give you everything you want."

Ryan hissed, "I want to be aggressive with you."

"No one's stopping you, lover."

That was all he needed to hear.

In a sudden move that would've frightened me, Ryan's hand shot out and grabbed the woman's neck. Sloane was prepared for anything, but still gasped in surprise. She paused, unsure what my husband might do next.

"Keep riding me until I tell you to stop," he commanded.

Sloane obeyed, and her busty form rose and dropped on the long length my husband's rigid penis. Ryan ogled her breasts as they bounced. His hand continued to squeeze her throat, applying just enough pressure to make his partner uncomfortable, but not enough to harm her.

This was a side of Ryan that I had never witnessed, let alone experienced.

Suddenly, Ryan pulled her against him, and they were chest to chest, belly to belly. Sloane's head now lay against his neck and shoulders and, before she could adjust herself, my husband seized both of her wrists in one large hand and pinned them against her lower back. Then he began pumping into her with a force that would've inflicted physical pain on Sloane had she been smaller in stature.

Smaller like me.

"I like it when you take control," she huffed. "Jakob never takes control."

My husband responded by thrusted upward viciously, causing his partner to cry out. He continued his domineering ways by spanking Sloane's butt with his free hand. "Then I'll give you the fucking that you deserve."

Ryan had the woman crushed against him, limiting her freedom of movement, as he penetrated her wickedly and repeatedly. He kept her wrists pinned to her back and slapped her bottom with aggression. But Sloane, fortunately, was enjoying it, and egged him on.

My husband kissed her neck. Without warning, he bit down and sucked hard, and not for a short amount of time. The blonde called out his name, and Ryan sucked even harder.

He left a mark on Sloane that her husband would surely see.

Ryan studied the redness on her neck, and smirked.

Sloane wasn't a small woman, but my husband picked her up easily while remaining inside of her. Standing, he turned, and deposited her on the couch in the very space he had just vacated, and withdrew. The woman made a disappointed sound since her vagina was now empty.

But my husband wasn't finished.

Ryan nearly dragged Sloanne to the floor as he rolled her over. Now she found herself kneeling on the carpet with her stomach resting on the sofa. Ryan gave her shapely bottom another slap.

"I've always wanted to do this to Kat. Now, I'm going to do it to you."

Sloane realized what was coming.

My husband positioned himself behind the woman, straddling her in a half-crouch, and stuffed his prick back into her vagina. Rather than ravish her, Ryan took his time. "Oh, this is a nice view," he muttered while watching his penis sliding in and out of Sloane.

"That burns... it feels so good." After a few passes, the she reached back to spread her vagina in an attempt to better accommodate my husband's girth.

"That's it, spread 'em wide."

Ryan gradually penetrated his partner harder and faster, causing Sloane to writhe and claw at the sofa. My husband grabbed her wrists and pulled almost cruelly, using Sloane's arms like reins as if he was riding a horse. The busty blonde was even more helpless now, and she screamed in delight.

Now Ryan was truly pummeling her. His lust was borderline violent, so fierce that the collision of their bodies sounded as if he was beating her with his fists. It would've been a frightening sight to see my husband taking his sexual frustrations out on the poor woman. Had I been in Sloane's place, I would've pleaded with him to stop.

Sloane's shrill cry was accompanied by a cruel cackle.

My husband did not warn his lover as he injected his semen into her.

Ryan pumped hard until he had completely filled Sloane.

When Ryan was spent, he collapsed next her. The woman hadn't moved from her kneeling position, but now lay her head on the sofa. They were both panting, and my husband was sweating profusely.

"Jakob has never made love to me like that." Sloane sounded content. Most men would've been able to discern her affection and gratitude.

Most men.

My husband declared proudly, "That was the best fuck of my life." His tone was harsh, and Ryan apparently perceived the moment much differently. He did not see the woman frown, but her disapproving expression disappeared before he was any smarter.

Sloane looked at him. "I'm going to wash up. Maybe we can go someplace more comfortable when I'm done... like the guest bedroom?" Her tone was shy, and while there was hope, there was also a vulnerability.

Ryan kissed her lecherously again. "I'll wait for you right here." He patted the sofa.

Sloane nodded and quietly stood up.

"Don't keep me waiting."

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When Sloanne returned, she was clad in a bathroom with a towel wrapped around her wet hair.

My husband was stretched out on the sofa, naked, and rubbing his penis that was fully engorged again.

"I'm ready for Round 2."

"So soon?" She was astonished as his seemingly endless sex drive.

Ryan impatiently gestured for her to approach, clearly not yet satisfied, and when she drew near, he uncinched her bathrobe and pushed the flaps aside.

Sloane's enormous breasts popped into view.

He kissed them, and then sucked on her nipples like a baby. My husband showered the well-endowed woman's breasts with attention. Ryan kneaded and squeezed them, licked and sucked on her nipples, and kissed all over her chest. One of Sloane's most prominent erogenous zones was her areolas, and she cooed loudly as Ryan stimulated them with his tongue that flicked like a snake's.

It made the woman very wet.

She began fingering herself unapologetically.

Ryan jabbed his digits into her vagina, adding to hers and causing the woman to grunt and wince in discomfort.

"Gently," Sloane told him. When my husband continued his overzealous ways, she grabbed his hand and guided his fingers in and out of her most intimate area. Eventually, Ryan followed suit.

Having 2 sets of fingers inside her vagina was a wonderful sensation that Sloane hadn't ever experienced, and she began to sway her hips back and forth in short little bursts.

As Ryan assisted Sloane in pleasuring herself, he lowered his face between her legs and kissed her protruding clitoris.

"Oh, god," she crowed.

My husband toyed with her smooth, protruding clitoris with his tongue while continuing to saw his fingers in and out of her vagina.

Sloane tingled all over. "Do you do this to your waifish little wife, too?"

"Ha! There are things that I want to do to Kat... things that I want her to do to me... that I don't bring up because I know it'll freak her out."

"Like what?"

"I want her to swallow when she gives me a blowjob."

Sloane tried to hide her amusement. "Is that all?"

Ryan ignored her sarcasm. Instead, he indicated his engorged penis with a curt motion of his head. The busty blonde didn't argue as she knelt before my husband.

Before Ryan could believe his good fortune, Sloane gulped him down her throat.

"Fuck, yea..."

Sloane didn't start slowly like I do when giving a blowjob. Instead, she sucked and slurped noisily and messily, wanting to give an excellent account of her oral skills. She gagged and slobbered all over my husband, as if there was no such thing as shame. But, like a skilled professional, the woman worked his considerable size with ease.

Now Sloane grabbed Ryan's penis with both hands, and licked him like an ice cream cone. Long, upward licks were followed by suckling of his bulbous head. Sloane with then swallow my husband again, only to repeat everything.

"No hands," Ryan ordered. "Keep them behind your back."

Sloane clasped her hands behind her back, and continued to please him.

Ryan seized the woman's skull between his large hands, and forcibly controlled her head movements.

It was something that my husband often did to me when I performed oral sex, and Idespisedit. But Sloane let him take control. To her credit, she played the part of submissive very well.

"Fuck, if only Kat could suck cock like this," Ryan rumbled.

The woman's eyes were tearing, and her neck was burning from strain and discomfort, but she murmured and gurgled in affirmation.

My husband did not warn his partner that he was about to ejaculate, but Sloane took the spasming of his hips as a telltale sign. A split second before Ryan could unload into her mouth, she twisted free and massaged his manhood wildly, hand over hand. His moan was equal parts euphoric and disappointed as his semen sprayed harmlessly onto our carpet.

"I thought you were going to swallow?" he complained.

"I like you, Ryan, but there are certain things a woman doesn't do on the first date."

Sloane's statement, and my husband's reaction, would've made me proud!

Ryan swore and fell back onto the couch, pouting. Sloane immediately rose and crawled into his waiting arms. His expression was still harsh when she lay her head on his chest.

However, my husband's scowl eventually softened, and he begrudgingly admitted, "That was still a pretty amazing blowjob."

Sloane chuckled. "I'm glad you liked it. Thatwaspretty fun. Jakob is too shy to ask for oral sex and, strangely, I sometimes wish he would." They remained silent for a long time before the woman eventually asked, "What do you think they're doing right now?"

"Who?"

"Jakob and Katrina, silly. You know, our spouses."

"Oh... right." Ryan was perplexed. He hadn't considered the question all night. "Hopefully, they're fucking like rabbits, and having a good time like we are."

Sloane remained quiet. Now that the excitement had slightly waned in the aftermath, the woman was experiencing emotions that she hadn't anticipated. "Aren't you worried that Jakob might not be nice to your wife?" She hesitated. "Or that he might fall in love with her?"

"Jakob?" My husband laughed. "He's wanted to fuck Kat's brains since the moment they met! I'm sure he'salmostas excited to be with her as I am with you! And I wouldn't blame the guy for falling in love with my wife. Kat may have her faults, but she's a wonderful woman, and hot as hell."

As usual, Ryan spoke without weighing his words, or how they might affect whom he was speaking to.

Sloane wasn't close to crying, but still turned away so that Ryan couldn't see her face.

"Let's not talk about our spouses for the rest of the night," she suggested quietly. Her tone contained only the faintest trace of sadness that my oafish husband couldn't detect.

"Sure!" he agreed cheerfully. "I rather focus on us, anyway."

By the time Ryan complained to Sloane what else I wouldn't do in the bedroom to please him, she was once more my husband's willing and eager sex partner.

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Epilogue

I did not linger in Jakob's car.

I did not need to speak to him any more about my feelings, or what I thought regarding this new situation between us and our spouses.

I was confused, and couldn't think clearly.

Anything that I needed to say to Jakob, I had already him while we lay naked together in the bed that he shared with his wife Sloane.

I purposefully gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and exited his vehicle before he could say anything.

Before I could experience a change of heart.

I trudged up the driveway, which felt like a hundred miles long, towards my house. My girlfriends who were still single and content to have one-night stands would've called it the "Walk of Shame", and they would be correct. I peered down at the slinky, but very wrinkled, little black dress that I had haphazardly pulled back on when I left Jakob and Sloane's house.

The fact that the dress belonged to my daughter, who had only worn it once... to a high school formal... made me feel worse.

When I reached the front of our house, I began rummaging through my purse for the housekeys when the door opened.

Ryan poked his head out. "Hi, Kat," he greeted me as if nothing was wrong.

My heart almost stopped. Before I thought to say anything else, I blurted, "Is Sloane still here?" The last thing I wanted was for the woman to be present in my home when I returned.

"No, I called an Uber. You just missed her."

Though I sighed with relief, I still believed that my husband should've had the decency to drive her home like Jakob did for me.

Ryan embraced me as I stepped inside.

I was conflicted and wanted to hate Ryan for allowing the previous night to happen, but it felt good to be with him again.

I loved him dearly.

"How are you?" he asked me gravely.

My voice cracked. "I don't know."

Neither of us spoke as we stood there holding each other.

"Did you and Sloane..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Yes."

I bit my lip and willed myself not to cry.

Ryan asked softly, "And did you and Ryan...?"

I nodded wordlessly.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes... no... I don't know!" I wailed.

Ryan pulled me closer, and I wanted to believe that everything was going to be ok. "Shhh... shhh. It's ok, Kat. It's ok. All that matters is that you're safe and happy."

Safe and happy?

My husband's words made me angry. I had no doubts that he was concerned for my well-being, but I wasn't stupid. Ryan had selfish reasons for trying to placate me.

He wanted to have sex with Sloane again.

Ryan began, "We should talk---"

But I cut him off. "I need to shower first."

He grinned slyly. "Maybe I can join you, and we can talk while we shower together."

"No." His injured expression made me seethe even more. "I love you with all my heart, Ryan, but I need time to process. About what happened to me last night, about what happened to you... and, most importantly, about what happened tous."

I prayed that Ryan would stop me, tell me that he loved me, and demand that we discuss things right now. Instead, he asked in a gratingly whiny tone, "Are you mad at me?"

Upon reflection, this was the moment that ultimately gave me the strength to become

the woman who I am today.

Unfortunately, that realization didn't occur until much later, and I was still lost and an absolute wreck at that point in my life.

My entire being was suddenly sapped of strength. Crying or laughing... either would've been an appropriate response, but I was devoid of any feeling. I just looked at my husband, who regarded me with such annoying confusion that I wanted to slap him.