The four of us were having drinks together at my boyfriend’s place. Me and my boyfriend, and my friend and her boyfriend. After a few drinks, the conversation got pretty flirty. I wasn’t too surprised by this, because I’d always known my friend was very sexually open. Giggling, me and my friend led the conversation. We talked more and more explicitly about our boyfriends, while keeping and eye on them and seeing that they were still amused and comfortable by the chat.

I never asked my friend if it had been her plan all along, if her and her boyfriend had talked about making this suggestion before hand or if it was something that had just come up naturally. But, it tuned into the flirty and half-joking suggestion that we swap boyfriends for the night. I half-jokingly agreed, unsure if it was a genuine suggestion. Then, I ended up sitting on her boyfriend’s lap while she sat on my boyfriend’s lap.

Everyone was still having a good time, so we kept pushing things further and further. I kissed her boyfriend, feeling sparks and starting to really hope that things would go all the way. Then, she kissed my boyfriend. I was too excited about everything that was happening to feel jealous.

Things escalated naturally, with everyone feeling excited and casual about the situation. I went into the bedroom with my friends boyfriend, while my friend stayed in the living room with mine. It was a good fuck, made even better by the thrill of swapping boyfriends. I rode that guys cock, knowing that there were no strings attached to the incredible pleasure. I liked the idea of my friend in the next room doing the same thing with my boyfriend.

It was so hot. I especially liked when I left the bedroom, knowing that I looked well fucked with my messy hair and flushed cheeks. I liked seeing the look on my boyfriends face, knowing he had enjoyed the experience as much as I had done.