Swapping: Book Three

By Reese Cantwell

Book Three of my Swapping series contains four steamy tales of changing partners. Featured are four independent stories: Getting Over It, Who’s Behind The Curtain?, Command Performance, and How I Finally Opened Up.

The first story, Getting Over It, tells of a woman’s journey of sexual discovery as she embraces a new attitude and new lovers. Next is Who’s Behind The Curtain?, the story of young sex and the fun they have guessing which boyfriend is behind the curtain. Well, not all was behind the curtain, there was a strategically-placed opening which was vital to the game.

Command Performance is a tale of a couple who finds they are really turned-on by having sex in front of their best friends which leads to the four of them starting a successful new business. How I Finally Opened Up, our final story, is a modern tale of how the internet changed things for one couple as she opened up in more ways than one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reese Cantwell
• Release date: Jun 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301719570

Reese Cantwell

I know why we all love to read naughty stories and I write them just so you can have that special intellectual, emotional, and, yes, physical pleasure that is its own special reward from reading stories that arouse and excite.I have now listed over 450 of my books that have gained 4- or 5-star reviews from my readers from my sales sites and Goodreads to help you easily find them (https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/47898). Of course, there remain a great number of my books, though, that have gone unreviewed so there are certain to be many others which are waiting to be discovered. Happy reading.You can share your experience with the author at [e-mail] can follow my blog at: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7266932.Reese_Cantwell/blog

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Swapping

Book Three

by

Reese Cantwell

Copyright 2013 Reese Cantwell

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Table of Contents

Story One: Getting Over It

Story Two: Who's Behind The Curtain?

Story Three: Command Performance

Story Four: How I Finally Opened Up

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Story One

Getting Over It

A woman's story of her sexual development.

Chapter 1

I was raised in a very religious home and was taught that any touching of my own body in any sexual way was deeply sinful. You can imagine how intercourse or, evil of all evils, oral sex, was looked upon.

The man who would become my husband, Tyler, was pretty average, I suppose, with the normal desires most of us have but was understanding and didn't push too hard.

So, we were married and that night was our first sex. It was the first time anyone ever touched me between my legs and it was the first time I ever touched a penis. Yes, really.

He wanted to give me oral sex but I just couldn't let him put his head and mouth down there. Little did I know how wonderful being licked and tongued would feel or how much I would come to love it once I allowed him to do it. There was just so much that I was missing but not knowing what everyone else was enjoying, it didn't seem like a big deal.

So, we went on like that for several years and then last summer when we were going on a Caribbean resort holiday, he told me that I should buy a bikini, something that I had never, ever worn before.

I balked at the idea and we had a big argument and I finally agreed that I would give him my measurements and he could buy it and pack it in his own suitcase. Then, when we were there, away from friends and anyone we knew, I would wear it. And I would wear it all week when we were at the pool or at the beach.

I was so nervous on the flight down and when we got there and were in the room putting our things away, I asked him to let me see the bikini.

He pulled it out and tossed it on the bed. It was almost not even there. I lifted up each piece with my hands holding them out to ask him, You really want me to wear these? Tyler, I'll be naked. You've got to be kidding.

Try it on. Just try it on and see. Let me see how you look in it, he pleaded and I took my clothes off and put the top on and went over to the dresser mirror.

It almost didn't even look like me, at least the image I had in my head of me. I also saw that I was no doubt going to need to shave.

There's nothing covering me. It barely hides my nipples, Tyler.

Oh, come on, try the bottom, go on.

I put the bottom on and I certainly did need to shave.

It's like being naked and it sure shows that I need to shave down there. It barely covers my labia.

I went in the bathroom to get my shaving stuff and Tyler came in with me and volunteered to do it for me. That was nice, I've always found it a bit tricky with the angle and all to do it without nicking myself in such a sensitive spot. And, I know Tyler just likes to do it; he is a guy, after all.

So I got up on the sink ledge and opened for him as he crouched down holding the shave foam and my razor. Before I knew it, he leaned in and kissed me right there and licked his tongue on me before I pushed his head away.

Tyler, no, I'm not even clean there, stop it, I barked at him as he sprayed some of the lather on his fingers and began spreading it around, rather taking his time and pressing more than needed.

What are you doing, Tyler? Are you going to be horny the whole time we're here? You're just trying to get me all excited, aren't you? Just shave me clean, that's what I want.

So he swept the razor around and ran the water until it was nice and warm and wiped the lather away. He rinsed the facecloth again in warm water and wiped me down again. Then he looked up at me and said, You're all nice and clean there, Marie, how about letting me kiss you there a little. Let me do it for a few minutes and if you don't like it, I'll stop.

Well, that seemed like a reasonable compromise so I nodded and his head came forward and, well, there's probably no other way to describe it. My life changed from that moment on.

At first, I was completely silent as my whole body was overrun with the most exquisite and intense sexual feelings I'd ever experienced. I just never knew you could feel that good. It was really overwhelming and I soon couldn't remain quiet.

Oh, oh, omigod, Tyler, oh, oh, right there, I moaned as he brought his fingers to my pussy and eased me open for his tongue to enter deeper.

Since we've been married, I have had quite a few orgasms, probably about four a month or so. I now realize that isn't many by most standards and I now know it had far less to do with my husband's sexual skills and much, much more with my own hang-ups and my holding back.

But it was only just a few minutes, hardly any time at all, before my whole body froze, then melted into the most erotic, wild orgasm of my life. It was like I had ten of them all rolled into one.

I shook and screamed, just lost it as I threw my legs around his head locking his face against my throbbing pussy. I just never wanted it to end.

Do it more, it's just so good, don't stop, omigod, it's so good, I moaned as my wonderful husband gave me what I wanted. I kept him between my legs for at least a half hour getting me through four orgasms, each one wilder than the last.

I was so limp and exhausted that we never went down for supper that night, instead had room service deliver us a meal, a meal that I really