Literotic asexstories – Swapping Sisters by BrettJ,BrettJ
Funny thing was, with flaming red hair, builds that were similar and even like jobs – both were mechanics, although Matt was a motorcycle mechanic – they seemed like brothers.
The guys met every night for a beer after work, they only worked an few blocks away from each other. They’d become best buds after their marriages, sharing dirty jokes and even talking about their sex lives. They were married to very, very different women.
Barry had met the sensual, exotic, curvy Aleya while he was fixing her car. One look in those deep, dark brown eyes of hers and he was a goner. He summoned up all his courage and asked her out, figuring this goddess would look down her nose at him.
To his surprise, she accepted readily. There was a warmth to Aleya that he hadn’t found in any other woman. She made him feel good about himself, she encouraged Barry to improve himself all the time, even supporting him in his bid to buy half the automotive repair business.
He was intimidated by Aleya a lot of the time. She was a College graduate, she had a great job at the local TV station, and she was so, so beautiful. He felt nervous around her, it was Aleya who made the first move. She had him at the apartment she shared with her sister, who was out for the evening. After dinner, he was sitting on the couch and she came up behind him, massaging his shoulders.
He looked up into her dancing brown eyes and said “Wow baby, that feels good.”
She smiled at him and said “I know something that will feel even better.”
She came around to the front of the couch and smiled at him. Dressed in a long, black, sparkling dress, hair up, she almost took his breath away. His heart was thumping, Aleya made him very happy. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
She undressed slowly, in front of Barry, teasing by looking back over her shoulder and smiling at him, flirtily. She lay back on the bed, which she had covered with Rose Petals, her one arm behind her head, the other one extended. Teasingly, she’d covered her nipples and pussy with the petals, the rest of his beautiful girlfriend was deliciously, delectably bare.
He took her in his arms, kissed her softly and lay her back on the bed. Barry used every trick he could remember. He kissed Aleya softly from head to toe, massaging her feet, paying attention to her neck, her breasts. He palmed them gently and rubbed softly, he nuzzled his way between them.
“You’re so beautiful” he murmured. He looked over at her brown eyes, Aleya was wrapping her soft, full lips around his cock and began sucking him off.
He’d never felt anything so exquisite in his life, her mouth was as soft as the Rose Petals. She was a marvel, her long brown hair cascading behind her as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft, taking in all of him. Barry had to concentrate hard on not cumming and ruining their evening.
He took Aleya in his arms again and kissed her from head to toe again, her brown eyes full of desire. He readied her to receive his cock, not knowing her “status”, he spread her legs gently and slid his cock into her. Her long, slender legs wrapped around his waist, her pussy was tight, gripping his cock like a vise. Aleya was no virgin, but she was the most sensual lover he’d ever known.
Barry moved in and out of her cunt, gently, loving, tenderly. He continued to make love to Aleya, rhythmically moving in and out of her soft, brunette pussy, her soft sighs of pleasure encouraging him to move a little faster, a little harder. Aleya’s beautiful brown eyes were closed tight as he made love to her, she was moving back slowly, taking all of his cock deep within her, her little baby fists pounding on his back, asking him for more of his cock.
Aleya took Barry’s cock within her, he felt right, his care for her well-being endeared him to her. He was treating her with respect, he was taking his time to make sure she enjoyed every second of their lovemaking. He wasn’t like some of the boys she’d fucked in High School, not savage or rutting, but as he fucked her, he looked at her with affectionate eyes.
Barry moved in and out of her, she opened her eyes from time to time and saw they’d been making love for well over an hour. Having him inside of her body felt so good, so right, but she yearned to cum, to lose herself in his arms and experience the ultimate pleasure.
She dug her nails into his back as he continued to move within her. “Please, oh please Barry, cum with me, oh please!” she whimpered.
Those words and her nails prodded him into orgasm, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her lover, smiling softly. He pulled out and came all over her tits and belly.
They spent as much time together as they could, and when he finally proposed, Aleya wondered what had taken him so long.
In contrast, Matt’s meeting with Angel couldn’t have been more different. She’d been hanging out with a biker crowd, a bunch that he’d fixed motorcycles for, but didn’t much like. The guys were jerks and Angel’s boyfriend, Jack should have been named “Jerk.”
Jack was the kind he didn’t like in High School, the loudmouth jock who got the hot girl because he was a “bad boy” with muscles. Angel was so hot, Matt liked her from the minute he laid eyes on her. In a short black leather skirt, black halter and leather jacket, boots that came up to her knees, and those deep, rich brown eyes, she was the wildest, sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She only had eyes for “Jerk” though, until that day.
They had roared into the cycle shop, Jack’s bike had been giving him some trouble, so he got Matt to take a look at it. He needed new plugs, which Matt installed, then he asked Jack for the money. He turned to Angel and said “Pay the man, bitch.”
Angel looked at him, her brown eyes widened and said “Excuse me?”
“I didn’t bring no money, so pay the man. Aw, you know I’m good for it.”
Angel’s face tightened up, she was livid. “You’re fucking good for it? Since when, asshole? You owe me six-fucking-hundred already, you selfish dick. What did you do, spend it all on beer for your loser friends again?”
Jack reached out, as if to strike Angel, when Matt caught his arm. “Not here – not ever, dickwad! Now, can you pay?”
Matt’s “I put up with no shit” look cowed Jack on the spot. He shook his head.
“Okay then. Well, for now – the bike and the lady – are staying here. When you get me the money, you get the bike back. As for the lady, I don’t think she is going with you any time soon, capeesh?”
Jack slunk off and Angel turned to Matt and yelled “Hey, you didn’t need to do that! I am perfectly capable of taking care …”
“You’re welcome.”
“What?”
“I said, you’re welcome. You are NOT taking care of yourself if you hang around with that loser and his friends. I do business with them, but I don’t have to like them. He’s bigger than you, he would have hurt you.”
Angel looked up at him, eyes a little bleary with tears. She tried a brave smile. “You’re right. My sister’s always telling me the same thing, I guess I like the wild men. I’m sorry and thank you.”
He looked over at her. Today, Angel was sexy as hell, in tight black jeans, a white, nearly-sheer top that only covered her top. Her midriff was bare and she was wearing spiky heels. Her hair was long and loose, down nearly to her ass – which he couldn’t stop looking at.
“I do have a nice ass, don’t I?”
He blushed a little, she’d caught him looking. “Yeah, you do.”
“Let me take you out for a beer later and you might get to see more of it.”
It was nearly closing time, so he took her up on her offer. As he expected, when they talked, she was smart, very intelligent. He found out about her sister, her sense of humor made him laugh. She could be very bawdy, sometimes even outrageous, but he found that sexy.
Angel had no pretensions. She was who she was. When she asked him to take her home, he was taken aback until she made her intentions clear. “YOUR home, dummy.”
Matt was nervous around her, he didn’t know why. When he watched her strip in his bedroom, he figured it out.
Underneath her sometimes-trashy clothes, she was beautiful. Her hair was so long, thick and dark. Her eyes seemed to draw him in, soulful and loving. Her breasts were round, big, a handful he longed to play with. There was a slight coppery tint to her skin – it reminded him of Butterscotch – and she did have that great ass and those great legs. She stood before him, proud and wild and free.
She walked over to Matt, she took HIM in HER arms and she pressed her fat tits to his body, kissing him hard, nearly knocking the wind out of him. She stood nearly as tall as he in her heels, but he was looking deep into her eyes, lost in her wanton sexuality. She was rubbing her naked body all over him, unbuttoning his shirt, she was running talented fingers all over his chest, playing with him, teasing him in ways he’d never known before.
She was beguiling, a creature of passion. Angel kneeled down before him and unzipped his jeans, fishing his cock out. He was glad he’d gone without his boxers today, as Angel took his cock in her mouth, she was like nothing he’d ever known before. Her love for cock was evident in the way she was blowing him, noisily, fisting his dick as she sucked on it, slurping and laving it with a talented tongue.
“Am I a good cocksucker, baby?” she purred, enjoying this new stud. “I bet I am the best you’ve ever, had, right?”
Matt nodded. No question about that, this woman liked her sex and liked being trashy. Okay, fine with him.
“Fuck yeah, you’re a great cocksucker, bitch! I’ll bet you’re a great fuck too, and I’m gonna find out. Lemme taste that hot snatch of yours!”
The busty brunette squealed and got on the bed, body already gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. She spread her legs lewdly and stroked her thick, dark bush. “Come on baby, time to go muff-diving!” she mewled.
He dove right into her and became intoxicated on her scent. She smelled good, slightly musky, but like a woman. She tasted wonderful, he gorged himself on Angel’s cunt juice, devouring her. He wasn’t gentile about it, he ate her out like his life depended on it, feeling her nails claw his back as he ate her slit. She was pink and tight, he slipped a finger in her while he ate her and Matt felt like he was being gripped by a vise.
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