SWINGERS / WIFE SWAPPING / HOT WIVES

Our Wives Swapped Their Wedding Rings

Two wives swap each other’s wedding rings and their husbands must behave accordingly.

“How much money do you think they blew this time?” Justin laughed over the noisy bar.

I took a sip of beer and shrugged. “I don’t know. Kadie earns more than I do at her job, so I’m not going to sweat it.”

Justin sighed. “Yeah, well… I just hope they get back soon. The two of them together is a dangerous combination.”

I nodded. He was right about that.

Our wives, Kadie and Chelsea, had run off to spend a few hours at the spa while Justin and I hit the bowling alley. They planned to meet up with us at a nearby bar to hang out before we headed home, but so far, they hadn’t shown. It was a Friday night and the bar was busy, but Justin and I had managed to grab a four-person table near the back.

Another ten minutes passed as we chatted, then we spotted Kadie and Chelsea near the front of the bar. We waved and they waved back, then hurried over to our table.

Kadie was the same gorgeous knockout I had married three years ago, fresh out of college — an energetic brunette with beautiful brown eyes and an irresistible smile that put the cutest dimples on her face. Today she was wearing tight jeans and a yellow strap top, cut off just above her belly button to show a tempting midriff.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t spend too much while we were shopping,” Chelsea said to Justin, a wicked grin on her face that clearly said otherwise.

Chelsea had neck length, dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes that almost seemed to shine. She wore denim shorts and a summer tank top that showed off her figure.

“Although we might have spent a bit more at the spa,” Kadie admitted. She ran her hands down her smooth face, clearly pleased with whatever treatment she had received. Then she held out her left hand. “But my skin is so soft now. And take a look at my nails.”

Her nails were nicely painted, but not long, and I lifted her hand to plant a kiss on the back of her hand. “Beautiful,” I said. “As always.”

She smiled, wiggling her fingers.

Chelsea showed her left hand to Justin. “Notice anything different?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “You had your nails done, too. They look great.”

“Anything else?” she asked, her voice teasing.

“Uh… Your toes?” he asked, glancing down to look at her toes, which were partially visible in her sandals.

“How about you?” Kadie asked, her cute dimples showing as she smiled at me. She continued wiggling her fingers. “Notice anything?”

I had no idea what she was referring to, but Chelsea seemed just as insistent with Justin.

“I, uh…” I looked at her hand again and shrugged. “You moisturized?”

Kadie and Chelsea both sighed, rolling their eyes. Then they put their left hands on the table, side-by-side.

“Well?” they both asked at once.

Justin and I exchanged glances. He was clearly just as befuddled as I was. Their nails were painted differently, so that wasn’t it. They didn’t have any extra rings, so they hadn’t bought matching jewelry, either.

“Our wedding bands?” Chelsea asked, looking first at Justin, then to me.

I blinked a few times, and then it hit me like a punch to the face. I had given Kadie a gold wedding band that had a hairline groove down either side. But that ring was now on Chelsea’s ring finger, while Chelsea’s white gold band was now on Kadie’s ring finger. They had swapped wedding rings!

They hadn’t swapped engagement rings, which would have made the switch more obvious, and I had no idea how they expected us to notice something so subtle. Was this a test?

“Oh,” Justin said, nodding. “You’re wearing Kadie’s wedding ring. But why?”

Both girls grinned, and Chelsea licked her lips. “You don’t think I’ve noticed how you look at Kadie?” she asked Justin.

Kadie looked at me, narrowing her eyes. “And how you look at Chelsea?”

I opened my mouth to say something — something that would probably have been stupid — but my wife continued before I had a chance to blunder.

“So, we’ve decided to swap wedding rings,” Kadie said. “And our husbands must behave accordingly.”

My brain was still working out what that meant. Surely, she wasn’t saying what I thought she was saying.

“From now on, whoever’s ring we’re wearing is who we’re married to,” Chelsea said, confirming what I could scarcely believe. She held up her left hand. “Right now, it looks like I’m married to Travis.”

“And I seem to be married to Justin,” Kadie said, wiggling her hand at Justin.

Justin and I just gawked, speechless.

Kadie and Chelsea stepped past each other and sat down again, such that Chelsea sat next to me and Kadie sat next to Justin.

“What… uh… What do you mean?” I asked, still thinking I had misunderstood. But my heart was beating faster, and I had to swallow, looking at Chelsea sitting next to me.

“It means I’m Justin’s wife as long as I’m wearing this wedding ring,” Kadie said, tapping a finger on what was Chelsea’s wedding ring.

“And I’m your wife,” Chelsea said to me, sliding her left hand in front of me. “Or isn’t this the ring you gave to your wife?”

I swallowed again. “Yeah… That’s the wedding ring I gave to my wife.”

Chelsea grinned. “So, that means I’m your wife. And you’d better treat me as such, as long as I’m wearing this ring.”

I threw back the rest of my beer and so did Justin.

The girls had us order mixed drinks for them, and we placed orders for dinner which consisted of deliciously tasty but terribly unhealthy pub food. Justin and I took the better part of an hour coming to terms with what our wives were asking. We had swapped… That had to be it. There was no way to mistake what Kadie and Chelsea intended.

Seeing how confused we still looked, they set out the terms as clearly as they could.

“As your wife, I’ll be going home with you tonight,” Chelsea said to me, squeezing my hand as she pressed her body against my shoulder.

“And I’ll be going home with you,” Kadie said to Justin, running her hand through his spiky hair. “Since we won’t be seeing Travis and Chelsea again until Monday, at the earliest, I’ll be wearing this wedding ring all weekend long.” She slid closer to him, then looked to me. “And Chelsea will be wearing that ring. I think you boys know what to do.”

Chelsea smiled at me, and her hand went to my lap. She squeezed the bulge in my crotch and her smile widened. “Oh, they know exactly what they’ll be doing with us this weekend.”

Justin glanced over his shoulder and put his hand in the air. “Check please!”

I watched Kadie and Justin hurry to Justin’s car, then headed for my car parked nearby. I opened the door for Chelsea, then got into the driver’s seat and headed off.

“So… what brought this on?” I asked as we drove. I glanced at Chelsea, sitting next to me, then returned my eyes to the road. “This, uh… wife swap.”

Chelsea cocked her head slightly. “Wife swap? What are you talking about?”

I jerked my head around, now even more confused. “Wait… But…”

She held her hand up, showing the ring again. The ring I had given Kadie three years ago. “I am your wife. And Kadie is Justin’s wife.”

I smiled and nodded. So that was how they wanted to play it. This was something more than a partner swap. It was something deeper. Chelsea was my wife in every way for as long as she wore that ring. And Kadie was Justin’s.

We arrived home and I pulled into the garage. Once inside the house, Chelsea took my hand and pulled me around, pressing herself up against me and sliding her other hand around my back.

“I had such a good time today,” she said. “Out shopping with my best friend, then drinks and dinner, and a nice ride home… You certainly know how to treat your wife on a date.” She licked her lips and dropped her hand down to my ass, giving me a quick squeeze. “But how do you treat your wife when you get home?”

I smiled, running my hands up Chelsea’s arms. She was Justin’s wife… But tonight, and for this weekend, she was my wife. Just as Kadie was now Justin’s wife.

Leaning down, I eased my lips toward her. She pulled me closer, pressing her lips to mine, and I felt her eager tongue dart into my mouth. I returned her kiss in kind — tasting her as she tasted me, our tongues playing together as our hands slid around each other’s bodies. The heat rose between us, and my heart pounded faster.

After a minute she pulled back, licking her lips. “That’s not all you do when you get home with your wife. I hope.”

It was only a little past nine o’clock. Around that time of night, Kadie and I usually sat down to watch some show, or I might head to my office if she just wanted to read. But I was pretty sure that was not the answer Chelsea wanted.

Without saying anything, I took her hand to lead her through the living room and down the short hall to the bedroom. To our bedroom. If Chelsea was playing the role as my wife, then it was her bedroom, too.

She followed, grinning wide, then grabbed me again once we were inside the bedroom. She ran her hands under my shirt, feeling my chest as we kissed again. Then she stepped back and met my gaze, raw desire burning behind her beautiful blue eyes. She grabbed the bottom of her summer tank top and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Then she reached back to unclasped her bra.

I watched as she let her bra fall away, revealing her beautiful, supple curves — perfect in every way and capped by the tempting nubs of her nipples.

I took a moment to just look at her, then began unbuttoning my shirt. Unsatisfied with how long I was taking, she grabbed my belt and unbuckled, then whipped my belt away and unbuttoned my jeans.

“Do you always take this long?” she asked, unzipping my zipper. “Or maybe you’re just not in the mood tonight?”

Chelsea dropped to her knees, pulling my jeans down with her. My boxer briefs followed next and my cock sprang free right in front of her.

She drew a sharp breath and grinned. “Oh, you’re definitely in the mood!”

With that, she gave the tip of my cock a playful lick, then closed her lips around my shaft.

An immediate rush of warmth and pleasure washed through me as she began sucking. I undid the last button of my shirt and threw the garment aside. Chelsea bobbed her head back and forth, greedily devouring my manhood, her arms wrapped around my waist as though to hold me right where I was.

I breathed out, reveling in the wonderful pleasure as my cock stiffened in her mouth. She continued for another minute or so, and I brushed my hand through her short blonde hair. Then she took me all the way down, gagging slightly as she buried her nose in my pubic hair. After another moment, she pulled back and released my cock.

“Come on,” she said, wiggling out of her denim shorts as she stood. “Your wife wants to fuck. And she wants to fuck all night long.”

She climbed onto the bed, then leaned back with her legs over the side and her butt right on the edge. I stepped forward and got onto my knees between her legs. She lifted her butt, allowing me to pull her lacy white panties away, revealing her beautiful slit and labia. There wasn’t a single follicle of pubic hair, and her slit was already wet with anticipation.

I licked my lips, bringing my face closer. She spread her legs wider, and I breathed her in, almost tasting her delicious scent.

“Did you get waxed at the spa?” I asked, noting that her skin looked just a little red.

“Mmm-hmm,” hummed in answer.

“Did Kadie get waxed, too?” I asked.

“Hey! Why are you asking about your best friend’s wife?” Chelsea scolded. Then she grinned. “Now, stop talking and start licking, husband of mine!”

I brought my tongue to Chelsea’s pussy and gave a few tentative licks, tracing the length of her slit. Then I pushed my tongue deeper, tasting her in earnest as I swirled my tongue around. She breathed out, her body relaxing, and I drew my arms around her thighs as I licked and teased her delicious sex.

Working my lips and tongue, and bobbing my head up and down, I ate my ‘wife’ the same way as I always ate Kadie out. Kadie loved the way I did it, and I knew exactly where her clit was. I was pretty sure I had found Chelsea’s button as well, but it wasn’t until she began breathing faster with her legs clenched around my head that I knew for sure.

I picked up my pace, licking faster, and she grabbed my head with both hands, shoving my face into her crotch.

“Oh, fuck… Oh God…” she moaned. Then she bucked her hips, rubbing her pussy against my face as I continued eating her out. “Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!”

Every muscle in her body tensed, and she bucked again, hitting the climax of her orgasm. Then she huffed and fell slack, panting hard. I gave her pussy one last lick and looked up.

“Shall I get a condom?” I asked.

She made a pouty face. “Do you use a condom with your wife?” Then she grinned, spreading her legs wider. “I’m on birth control, remember? You’re gonna fuck your wife bareback or not at all, the way a husband should.”

My cock was as stiff as it had ever been, and I lifted her legs to either side as I stepped in. The tip of my cock brushed her wet and ready slit, and I drew a deep breath. We both breathed out as my cock slid into her warm, wet tunnel, and I pulled back, then pushed in again.

I was fucking her. I was fucking Chelsea, my best friend’s wife! I was sure he was fucking Kadie right now, ‘married’ as they were — just as Chelsea and I were married for tonight and, indeed, this entire weekend.

My hips moved faster as I increased my rhythm, plunging my cock in and out of her. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, and soon she was making quiet cries of pleasure. They were different from the little sounds Kadie made, but were just as wonderful — an affirmation that I was giving her as much pleasure as she was giving me.

She breathed out again, quivering, and the tingling heat in my cock become a clenching pressure building in my groin. Only a few minutes had passed, but already a sheen of sweat covered her body. She began panting, her hands gripping the bed sheets, and she met my eyes again as I fucked her.

“Oh, yeah… Mmm… That’s great…” she panted. “Fuck me… Mate with me… Mate with your hot wife all night long…”

I certainly didn’t need any more encouragement, but her words drove me right over the edge. I pumped faster, the muscles of my groin and buttocks clenching tight. I wanted to hold out longer, but it was impossible. The carnal need to release was too much, and I grunted, my body spasming as I climaxed.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” I bellowed, slamming hard and deep as I came. A burst of pleasure surged through me, my cock throbbing as I spilled three loads deep into her clenching pussy. I continued thrusting, grunting again as a final load shot out. “Ghnnnnh!”

Chelsea clamped her legs around my buttocks, keeping me right where I was. I knew she was close, so I continued thrusting, but the pleasure of my overstimulated cock was nearly unbearable. She gasped and shuddered, then arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried, her hips bucking against my thrusts. She trembled and shook, twisting the bed sheets in her hands. “Ahhhhhh!”

Then she collapsed onto the bed, panting hard. She opened her eyes and a wide smile stretched across her face. I leaned forward and our lips came together in a kiss — my hands sliding up her sweaty body to caress her wonderful breasts.

We kissed for several more minutes, enjoying the heat and warmth of the afterglow, and I was soon lying on the bed next to her.

“Ready for round two?” Chelsea asked, still panting.

“Uh…” I looked down to my limp cock. “It might be a while.”

“Fuck that!” she laughed. She sat up, then went down again with her face near my groin. “I’m going to suck you until you’re hard again. Then I’ll ride your cock until both of us cum.” She smiled, fondling my balls. “I wasn’t kidding about fucking all night long.”

I flopped back onto the bed and breathed out, grinning as her lips and tongue surrounded my cock.

It was going to be a long, sleepless, wonderful night!

We might not have fucked literally all night long, but we did have a go three more times. When I woke the next morning, she was sucking my cock. By then, it was already ten-thirty.

“Shower time!” she said gleefully, looking up from my cock.

We fucked in the shower, then took turns cleaning every inch of each other’s bodies. I put on sweats, but Chelsea just threw on one of Kadie’s oversized shirts, and that was all. She hadn’t brought anything of her own, but she and Kadie were about the same size. I knew she would be wearing Kadie’s clothes, just as Kadie would be wearing Chelsea’s clothes at Justin’s house.

We spent a lazy Saturday afternoon on the sofa in the living room, cuddling, kissing, and rubbing each other’s bodies. She pushed me down during some movie and rode my cock cowgirl until I came inside her pussy.

We ordered food for delivery, and Chelsea answered the door in nothing but the oversized shirt — much to the delivery guy’s surprise.

After dinner, we watched some softcore erotic drama, then some hardcore porn on my laptop which she insisted on picking out for us. She slowly stroked and licked my cock as we watched, until finally suggesting we head to bed.

That night was almost as hot and intense as the night before. Although I was only able to climax once, I got her off three more times.

Sunday was much the same as Saturday, but Chelsea actually did some chores in the house, and told me that I needed to mow the lawn. “I’m your wife!” she insisted when I told her she didn’t need to do any of those chores. “You aren’t doing all the chores around here. Just go mow the lawn.”

I took a shower after mowing, and Chelsea paid me a surprise visit, climbing inside with me to ‘make sure I was clean.’ Of course, what she really wanted was for me to fuck her from behind, pressed up against the tile wall until we climaxed together. I was more than happy to oblige.

We went to bed early and enjoyed another night of sex — missionary, then doggy style, and finally with her riding me cowgirl. We both had to go to work on Monday, and we both knew the weekend swap would end. When we were finally spent and exhausted, we fell asleep with bodies pressed closed and limbs entwined, happy, satiated, and deeply satisfied.

We took a quick shower Monday morning, but managed one last fuck as the water rained over us. I drove her to work before heading to work myself, and she told me that a friend of hers would take her home.

Kadie texted me when I got off from work and told me to swing by Justin’s house. Apparently, Justin had picked her up, and Chelsea was there, too, after being dropped off by her friend.

I arrived at Justin’s and Chelsea’s place, letting myself in when Chelsea yelled that the door was unlocked. They were all sitting in the living room talking, and I joined them when Kadie patted the sofa cushion next to her.

“I hope you had fun this weekend,” she said, cuddling up to me. She showed me her left hand, and I saw she was once again wearing the wedding band I had given her. “Wonderful husband of mine. I know I had fun, and I made sure my ‘husband’ did, too.”

“Oh, he had plenty of fun,” Chelsea laughed. She snuggled up against Justin, lovingly brushing her hand through his hair. “And so did I.”

I nodded, looking to Kadie again. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, so I tried to come up with something witty. “I always try to please my wife. You know what they say: happy wife, happy life.”

Kadie smiled. “Good.”

“From now on, you boys will need to pay extra close attention to our wedding bands,” Chelsea said, holding out her left hand. “Whoever’s ring we’re wearing will determine which of us is your wife. You never know when we might switch, so you must keep vigilant, and you must stay absolutely faithful to the woman wearing the ring you gave your wife.”

“We might not say anything if you make a mistake,” Kadie added. “It would be a real shame to go home with a woman who isn’t your wife. Cheating will be met with a harsh punishment!”

I smiled, then glanced at Justin and Chelsea, wondering what that meant. “A good punishment or a bad punishment?”

Kadie folded her arms. “Just watch it, buster! And remember what you said: happy wife, happy life.”

“And that,” Chelsea said, looking from Justin to me and back to Justin again, “goes for both of you, whichever one of us you’re with!”

I breathed out a long sigh, still grinning wide.

This was going to be one happy life, indeed!

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