Watching My Wife Take Strange Cock

I still get hard just thinking about that night last summer. The one where we finally did it. Not just talked about it in bed while jerking off or fingering her — we actually went through with the full swap wife thing. Eight years married, decent sex life, but that deep, filthy swinger itch had been growing in both of us for at least three. We’d watched porn, read stories, even flirted at parties, but crossing the line? That took balls, booze, and the right couple.

Her name’s Lana. My wife. 5’6”, curvy in all the places that make men stare, dark hair down to her shoulder blades, big hazel eyes that go wide when she’s turned on. She’s got that innocent face that makes the dirty shit she says hit ten times harder. I’m Marko — 38, gym rat but not obsessed, decent cock, and apparently the kind of guy who can watch another man balls-deep in his wife and still stay rock hard the whole time.

We met them online. Tom and Amanda. Mid-30s, no kids, both fit, both clearly experienced. Amanda was the draw at first — blonde, fake tits (Lana’s words, not mine), gym-toned ass, always posting bikini shots with captions like “ready for trouble”. Tom looked like he could bench twice my weight and had that quiet, dominant energy that made Lana wet just reading his messages.

First meet was drinks. Neutral bar, no pressure. Lana wore that tight black dress that shows cleavage and rides up when she sits. I could see her nipples through the fabric the second the AC hit her. Amanda had on this red top that basically screamed “look at my tits”. Tom just smirked the whole time like he already knew how the night would end.

We talked boundaries. Soft swap first? Full swap? Same room? Separate rooms? Lana surprised me by saying “same room, full swap, no condoms if everyone’s clean and tested”. My dick twitched under the table. Amanda licked her lips and said “we’re both on the pill and we love the mess”. Tom just nodded like it was already decided.

We went back to their place. Big loft, low lights, bottle of tequila already open. Music on — slow, bass-heavy R&B. Lana was buzzed and horny; I could smell her pussy through her panties before anyone even touched.

Amanda came over first. She grabbed my hand, pulled me to the couch, straddled me without asking. Her tits were right in my face. I pulled the top down and sucked one nipple hard while she ground against my cock through my jeans. Lana watched for maybe ten seconds before Tom stepped behind her, hands on her hips, kissing her neck. She moaned — that little whimper she only makes when she’s already soaked.

I looked over and saw Tom’s hand slide up Lana’s dress. No panties. Of course no fucking panties. She’d taken them off in the bathroom at the bar and texted me “for later”. His fingers found her clit immediately. She bucked against his hand, eyes locked on mine. “You like watching him touch my pussy?” she asked me, voice thick. I just nodded, throat dry.

Amanda unzipped me, pulled my cock out. “Fuck, he’s thick,” she said to Lana like they were comparing handbags. Then she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth — no teasing, just deep, sloppy, gagging herself on purpose. I groaned loud enough that Lana looked over and bit her lip.

Tom had Lana’s dress up around her waist now. She was bent over the arm of the other couch, ass in the air. He was eating her from behind — long, slow licks from clit to asshole and back. Lana’s legs were shaking. “Oh god… fuck… don’t stop…” she kept saying. I could see how wet she was — shiny trails down her thighs.

Amanda popped off my cock, spit hanging from her lip to my shaft. “You wanna see your wife get fucked?” she asked, stroking me. I nodded again — words were gone.

Tom stood up, dropped his pants. His dick was long — not as thick as mine but longer, curved up. Lana looked back at it, eyes wide. “Jesus…” she whispered. He rubbed the head against her slit, coating himself in her juices. Then he pushed in — slow at first, letting her feel every inch. Lana’s mouth fell open, no sound at first, then this long, broken moan.

“Fuck… he’s so deep…” she gasped, looking straight at me while another man stretched her pussy. I almost came right then.

Amanda climbed on top of me, facing Lana so we could both watch. She sank down on my cock in one smooth motion — tight, hot, already dripping. “Goddamn your husband fills me up,” she told Lana. Lana just whimpered in response, getting railed harder now. Tom was holding her hips, slamming into her with wet slapping sounds that filled the room.

I grabbed Amanda’s ass, spread her cheeks, watched my cock disappear into her over and over. She rode me like she was trying to break me. “You like seeing your wife take strange cock?” she whispered in my ear. “Like watching her pussy get used?” I grunted yes, thrusting up into her so hard her tits bounced against my chest.

Lana started begging. “Harder… fuck me harder… please…” Tom obliged — gripping her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at me while he pounded her. Her tits swung with every thrust. I could see her clit swollen, begging for attention. Amanda reached over and rubbed it in circles. Lana screamed — actual scream — and came so hard her whole body shook. I saw her pussy clench around Tom’s cock, milky cream coating him.

That set Amanda off. She ground down on me, clit rubbing against my pubic bone, and came with a string of curses. “Fuck… fuck… fill me… give it to me…” I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her hips and unloaded deep inside her — pulse after pulse, feeling her milk me dry.

But we weren’t done. Not even close.

Tom pulled out of Lana — his cock glistening, still rock hard. Lana turned around, dropped to her knees, and took him in her mouth without hesitation. She looked up at me while she sucked him — the same look she gives me when she’s sucking me off after I’ve been inside her. Sloppy, hungry, shameless. Amanda slid off me, cum leaking down her thigh, and joined Lana on the floor. Two tongues on Tom’s cock now — licking, sucking, sharing the taste of Lana’s pussy.

I was hard again in under a minute.

Lana crawled over to me, face flushed, lips swollen. “Did you like watching him fuck me?” she asked, voice hoarse.

“More than anything.”

She straddled me, guided my cock back inside her. She was looser now — stretched from Tom — and so fucking wet I could feel his cum still inside her. “He came in me,” she whispered. “Right before you. Feel it?”

I groaned, thrusting up into that sloppy, creamy heat. “You’re such a dirty fucking slut,” I told her.

“Your dirty slut,” she moaned, riding me hard. “Your swinger wife.”

Tom came up behind her, rubbed his cock against her asshole. “You ever take it here?” he asked.

Lana looked back at him, then at me. I nodded — permission. She’d never done anal with anyone but me, but tonight the rules were gone.

He went slow. Spit, fingers, more spit. When he finally pushed the head in, Lana gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. “Oh fuck… it’s big…” she panted. I held still, letting her adjust, feeling his cock slide into her ass through that thin wall. Double penetrated — my cock in her pussy, his in her ass.

Amanda watched, fingering herself, moaning. “Look at her… taking two cocks like a good little swap wife…”

We found a rhythm. Slow at first, then faster. Lana was babbling — nonsense, curses, pleas. “Fuck me… use me… fill both my holes…” I could feel Tom’s cock moving inside her, rubbing against mine. The pressure was insane. She came again — harder this time — squirting all over my stomach, shaking so violently I thought she’d pass out.

Tom growled, slammed in deep, and unloaded in her ass. I felt every pulse through that thin membrane. That pushed me over. I came inside her pussy again — second load of the night, mixing with whatever was already there.

We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile. Lana between me and Tom, Amanda curled against my side. Nobody spoke for a long minute. Just heavy breathing and the smell of sex everywhere.

Eventually Lana lifted her head, looked at me with this dazed, happy, filthy grin. “We’re doing this again,” she said. Not a question.

Tom chuckled. “Next weekend?”

Amanda licked a drop of cum off Lana’s thigh. “Bring toys.”

I just pulled Lana close, kissed her deep, tasting Tom on her tongue. My cock twitched against her stomach even though I’d already come twice.

Yeah. We’re definitely doing this again.

That was the first real wife swap. Not the last. We’ve done three more nights with them since then — each dirtier than the last. Lana’s developed a real fetish for being watched while she’s getting fucked. I’ve discovered I love the taste of another man’s cum leaking out of her pussy. Amanda loves being choked while she rides me. Tom loves making Lana beg for his load in her ass.

We’re not “just experimenting” anymore. We’re full-on swingers now. And every time Lana spreads her legs for another man while I watch, or when I bury my face between Amanda’s thighs while Lana rides Tom’s cock, I realize this is exactly what we both needed.

Dirty. Raw. Consensual. Filthy.

And we’re only getting started.

Part 2  creampie cleanup

I still jerk off thinking about that humid July night when Lana and I finally dove headfirst into real wife swapping. We’d teased the idea for years—dirty talk in bed, swinger porn on loop, her whispering how she’d love feeling another man stretch her while I watched—but actually doing it? That took the right spark. Tom and Amanda were that spark.

Lana’s my everything: thick thighs, heavy tits that spill out of every bra, that dark hair she flips when she’s being a tease. She’s got this sweet face that makes the filthy things she begs for feel extra wrong. Me? Marko, pushing 40, still hitting the weights, cock that’s thick enough to make her eyes roll back. That night, though, it wasn’t just about us anymore.

We’d already fucked our way through the first round at their loft. Amanda had ridden me reverse cowgirl so Lana could watch my cock disappear into her shaved pussy while Tom railed my wife from behind. Lana came so hard she squirted—actual clear arcs hitting the hardwood—when Tom bottomed out and flooded her cunt with his first load. I followed right after, pumping Amanda full while she ground her clit against me and hissed, “Give it to me, fill this slut pussy.”

But nobody tapped out. We were sweaty, sticky, breathing like we’d run sprints. Lana looked at me with those glazed hazel eyes and said, “I want more. I want you to see everything.”

Tom grinned, still half-hard and glistening from being inside my wife. Amanda licked her lips and crawled over to Lana, who was still bent over the couch arm, ass up, thighs trembling. Tom’s cum was already starting to leak out—thick white streaks sliding down her inner thighs toward her knees.

Amanda didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her knees behind Lana, grabbed those curvy hips, and buried her face right between my wife’s ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck…” Lana moaned, head dropping forward.

Amanda’s tongue went straight for the mess. Long, slow licks starting low—lapping up the creamy drip that was running down Lana’s leg—then dragging upward until she was flicking right over Lana’s swollen, fucked-out pussy lips. I could hear the wet slurping sounds, see Amanda’s cheeks hollow as she sucked. Lana’s hips rocked back instinctively, pushing her cunt against Amanda’s mouth like she was trying to feed her more.

“Look at your dirty little swinger wife getting her creampie cleaned,” Amanda mumbled between licks, voice muffled against Lana’s folds. She pulled back just enough to show me—her lips shiny, a string of mixed cum stretching from her tongue to Lana’s clit. “He pumped so much in her… tastes like you two mixed together.”

I was rock-hard again, stroking myself slowly while I watched. Tom stepped closer, cock thickening as he watched his wife eat my load out of Lana. “You like that, baby?” he asked Amanda. She just hummed yes against Lana’s pussy and dove back in deeper.

Lana reached back, grabbed a handful of Amanda’s blonde hair, and pulled her tighter. “Don’t stop… fuck, suck it all out… get every drop of his cum out of my pussy…” Her voice cracked on the last word when Amanda’s tongue pushed inside, scooping, swirling, making obscene wet noises.

I couldn’t just watch anymore. I moved behind Amanda, who was ass-up on her knees eating my wife. Her own pussy was still leaking my earlier load—dripping down her thighs in slow white rivulets. I rubbed the head of my cock through it, coating myself, then slid back into her from behind in one smooth thrust. She moaned right into Lana’s cunt, the vibration making Lana whimper.

Tom wasn’t idle either. He knelt in front of Lana, fed his cock back into her mouth. She sucked him greedily—sloppy, noisy, drool running down her chin—while Amanda kept feasting on her freshly-fucked hole.

The room smelled like pure sex: sweat, cum, pussy, that musky tang of multiple loads mixing. Amanda pulled back for air, chin dripping, and looked up at me. “Your wife’s pussy is so full… I can taste both of you. Want a turn?”

Before I could answer, Lana gasped, “Yes… let him… let him clean me too…”

Amanda slid to the side, still fingering herself, watching with hungry eyes. I dropped down behind Lana, spread her ass cheeks wide. Her pussy was puffy, red, gaping just a little from Tom’s long cock. Thick globs of his cum (and maybe some of mine from earlier) were oozing out—slow, heavy drops clinging to her lips before falling.

I leaned in and dragged my tongue flat from her clit all the way up to her asshole, collecting the salty-sweet mess. Lana bucked hard. “Fuck yes… eat it… eat his cum out of your swap wife…”

I groaned against her, tongue plunging inside, scooping out what I could. The taste hit me like a drug—bitter, thick, warm, mixed with Lana’s own juices. I sucked her clit, flicked it fast, then dove back in to tongue-fuck more cum out of her. Every time I swallowed I got another pulse of her arousal flooding my mouth.

Amanda crawled under Lana in a 69 position, licking at Lana’s clit from below while I ate from behind. Their tongues met sometimes—sliding against each other, sharing the mess. Lana was shaking, babbling, “I’m gonna come again… don’t stop… fuck, clean me… both of you…”

Tom stepped up, stroking his cock, and aimed at Amanda’s open mouth. She took him deep while still licking Lana. I felt Lana’s pussy clench hard around my tongue—she came with a muffled scream, grinding back against my face, squirting again. A fresh gush coated my chin, mixed with the remnants of Tom’s load.

When she finally stopped trembling, I pulled back, lips and chin slick. Lana looked over her shoulder at me, eyes half-lidded, voice wrecked. “Did you like tasting another man’s cum out of your wife’s cunt?”

“More than I should admit,” I rasped.

She smiled—slow, filthy, satisfied. “Good. Because next time… I want you to do it while he’s still fucking me. Lick his balls while he breeds me, then clean me right after.”

Tom laughed low. “Deal.”

Amanda licked the last streak of cum off Lana’s thigh and sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You two are officially our favorite swap couple. We’re keeping you.”

We ended up in their huge shower after that—four bodies under hot water, soaping each other up, fingers and mouths wandering again. Lana knelt and sucked me clean while Amanda rode Tom’s face. By the time we dried off, everyone was spent… mostly.

We crashed in their king bed, tangled limbs, Lana’s head on my chest, Amanda’s leg thrown over Tom. Nobody spoke much. Just soft breathing and the occasional lazy kiss.

But as I lay there, Lana’s fingers tracing circles on my stomach, she whispered against my ear, “Next weekend… bring the plug. I want to keep someone’s load inside me all night.”

I kissed her hard, tasting faint traces of cum and her on her tongue.

Yeah. We’re not going back.

We’re swingers now—full-on, no-limits, creampie-loving, cleanup-obsessed swingers. And every filthy second of it feels like coming home.