Rachel and I were drawn to each other in college, since we were both rather shy and had been raised with strict religious principles. She wore thick glasses and thick er clothing and did nothing to enhance her appearance. We were both virgins, and though we became close friends over the years, nothing romantic happened until our last night on campus.
I had taken a job out of state, and Rachel was staying to work toward her master’s. We were both sad at losing our best friend, and I’d sprung for a cheap bottle of champagne. It didn’t take much to get us giggling and acting crazy. I don’t know whose idea it was, but at one point we played strip poker. When I saw her naked, it was a revelation. Her body was small but curvy, maybe 32-22-34, with a really cute ass.
We end ed up having sex, and after graduation we got together on weekends and whenever we could to have sex. It was good, though Rachel had trouble reaching orgasm. I did all I could, like going online for all the information I could find. I learned manual and oral stimulation, and gradually she was able to come most of the time, but only once. It was fine, she said, but it still bothered me that I couldn’t give her multiple orgasms.
A year later we got married, and did well enough to buy a nice house, a boat and two cars, but not being able to give my wife multiple orgasms preyed on me. A coworker told Rachel about a website that claimed to help women become more orgasmic. It didn’t help. I sug gested we visit a swingers’ club to watch, may be learn some things. We got home horny as hell, but one climax was still it for her.
We had looked at online per sonal ads when we were looking into swingers’ clubs, and one inter ested me. The couple owned an organic vegetable farm and boarded horses. The ad said they were both highly multiorgasmic. I told Rachel I wanted to learn their secret.
We discussed the idea of actually swinging. Rachel said she always felt bad she couldn’t have multiples, as it bothered me so much. If do ing it with other people could change that, she said, she was willing to give it a try.
We e-mailed the couple and got a reply the next day. We corresponded for a week and sent pictures. The man, Cliff, was tall and deep ly tanned, like a cowboy. The woman, Dana, had an Asian look. We learned later that she was half Chinese.
They lived 150 miles away. We set up a meeting, on a Friday, at a restaurant near their home. We hit it off. They were both in their 30s, both well-educated and personable. When they invited us to come to their farm after dinner, we accepted.
They had an impressive spread, with a big house with a hot tub. As we settled down in the living room, Cliff brought out a bottle of good champagne. This brought back memories of what had happened with Rachel and me that night, and I ended up telling the story, to her em bar rassment. Cliff laughed and suggested we play strip poker! The first two people naked would have to put on a show for the other two. To my surprise, Rachel on her second glass of champagne said it sounded like fun.
Dana and I were the first to lose everything. Cliff still had his boxers Rachel was down to bra and panties.
They had a monster sofa that folded out into a king-size bed. Cliff and I set it up while Dana got sheets and towels. While Rachel and Cliff sat on a love seat, Dana and I did some serious kissing. Her tongue was magic, her lips lush. I was hard before I touched her breasts.
After a minute Dana took hold of my rod and asked if I like oral sex. I said hell yes. She positioned us in a 69 and with me tonguing her pussy came in a couple of minutes. A minute later I shot in her mouth. She swallowed my entire load.
Now it was Rachel’s and Cliff’s turn. She had be gun another glass of champagne, and when he kissed her, she responded passionately, moaning into his mouth. By the time they broke, he had his fingers in her panties. As he slid them off, she looked over at me. I winked.
Cliff took off her bra while kissing down to her breasts. While tonguing her nipples, he rubbed her pussy, making her squirm wildly. She was dripping wet. He put a pillow under her hips and went down on her, tonguing in and out. Her body jumped and twitched, as it does when she nears climax.
Cliff slid a finger in, then eased it in and out. Rachel cried out and thrust upward. He added another finger, which made her squeal and moan. He shoved the fingers in and held them there, but I saw his hand moving, like he was working his fingers in her. I learned later he was rubbing her G-spot. After a moment Rachel gave a full-throated yell and exploded as violently as I ever saw. Her body arched off the bed, the lower half buck ing hard against Cliff’s fingers. Her eyes were shut, and her climax seemed to go on for minutes.
She was still moaning as he removed his fingers and went down on her, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her pussy up over her clit. As he did this he removed his shorts, and I saw that he was fully erect—the largest cock I’d ever seen, curving up toward his stomach. It was so big, I worried about Rachel. Dana saw my concern, and whispered that Cliff is the gentlest man and most considerate lover she ever had. She began kissing me again, but I kept an eye on Rachel. She’d nearly passed out from her monster climax, and still hadn’t opened her eyes.
Cliff knelt between her legs and spread them, and then rubbed his dickhead over her slit. Rachel stirred and moaned again, still hot. He rubbed his dick around her clit, and her stomach twitched. Her hips pushed up unmistakably. Her hands went to her breasts, and she played with them, pulling at the nipples, something I had never seen her do.
When Cliff began pushing his dickhead in Rachel, she yelped. Opening her eyes, she raised her head to look down at him. “Ohmy god!” she cried, and gave another cry when he had a few inches in. He paused. I saw her cunt lips stretched tight around his dick. It was thick as well as long. I didn’t think she could take more.
Cliff didn’t try. He pulled out and went back down on Rachel, licking her clit while again putting two fingers in her and manipulating her G-spot. She came almost instantly, and hard. He moved up again and pushed the same few inches in, or maybe a bit more. She was moaning, but didn’t ask him to stop. He did, though. He pulled back a little, then slowly pushed back in, gain ing another inch or two.
I was sure Rachel had reached her limit, but Cliff rocked back and forth, his dick coming out and sliding back in, farther each time. He reached down and put his thumb to her clit and rotated it. She groaned, her body straining upward. She was moaning steadily, her hips rising and falling to his thrusts. Then she was shaking, and then coming again.
Afterward she seemed drained. When she could speak, she asked Cliff to pull out and let her rest. He did as she asked.
After resting for a couple of minutes, Rachel reached for Cliff’s dick and tried to give him oral sex but could not get much in her small mouth. So she licked down his shaft. When she got to his balls, he grabbed himself and began jerking off. She pushed his hands away and stroked him herself, with her mouth over his dick head, till he came with such force, he nearly blew her head off. She swal lowed all she could half wound up on her face.
Dana helped Rachel to the bathroom to clean up. I had a raging hard-on. When they returned, Dana laid me on the bed, went down on me for a minute or two, then got on top. Given the size of her husband’s cock, I worried she’d hardly feel my normal-size one. I was surprised to find she was just as tight as Rachel. Later I learned she does exercises to tighten her pussy. It actually squeezed my dick as she rode me up and down, coming before I blew my load up in her.
Rachel, recovered, was determined to satisfy Cliff. She had him lie on his back and tried again to go down on him, scratching his balls lightly with one hand and massaging his dick with the other while sucking the head. After a few minutes he was hard again. She got on top of him, and after she was unable to stuff him in her, he removed her hands, grabbed his dick, spread her pussy lips with his fingers and guided her down.
With about two-thirds of it in her, she began moving up and down while he played with her clit and a breast. When he realized she was about to come again, he put his hands on her hips, and just as she began another body-shaking orgasm, he pushed down on her hips until he was buried in her. Screaming, she rubbed her clit up and down his belly as she continued to come. It went on about five minutes, until she collapsed on top of him, panting and saying “thank you” over and over.
Cliff, still hard, rolled Rachel over on her back, his dick still deep in her pussy. She moaned as he fucked her slowly and steadily, pulling nearly all the way out and pushing back in. At the end of each thrust he would pause, and I saw his ass cheeks clench. He kept this up until Rachel, unbelievably, screamed out her biggest climax yet. After that he sped up his strokes and emptied himself in her.
My dick was hard again. Dana and I got on the bed and did it doggie-style right next to her husband and my wife. Rachel asked Cliff if he could do that to her, and he said he could if she helped him get hard again. With his dick soft, she was able to get most of it in her mouth. Again she stroked his staff and balls while she sucked him, and in five minutes he was stiff as a board.
Rachel got on her hands and knees, with Cliff crouch ing behind her. She pushed back at him as he entered her, and though it went slow, he got all the way in without much fuss. She was moan ing right away, and once he got going, it seemed like she came every few minutes. I was still doing it with Dana we came just before Cliff blasted my wife a last time.
We were so exhausted, we all fell asleep. An hour later Rachel woke me up and said we should go. Cliff and Dana were still sleeping, so we left a note thanking them and saying we’d call them. But we never did.
On the way home Rachel said she had a great time and thanked me for giving her the opportunity, but she didn’t want to swap again. Cliff’s cock was a marvel but had been too much for her. My cock was what she want ed, and I was the man she loved—she didn’t care how many orgasms she had.
I thanked her and said that was fine, but I was worried. After Cliff, could she really enjoy having sex with me? It was about a week before I learned the answer. It took Rachel several days to feel normal again then I did not want to press.
The next Friday night I was awakened by the sensa tion of her mouth on my dick. All we did that weekend was eat, drink, sleep and make love. Rachel was lustier than ever, and definitely multiorgasmic. There seemed to be no limit to her passion.
She admitted that Cliff had opened the floodgates for her, but said I was the one who kept the waters flowing. And what heavenly waters they were! Moral: Bigger may be better once, but not necessarily forever.—K.F., Indianapolis, Indiana
