They say time can seem to slow down in intense moments. It might be true for some people, but that wasn’t really my experience, or at least not until that one special night a few weeks ago, which I’ll get to shortly.

When Isla and I were young, we went wild for a few years after we decided to give non-monogamy a shot. Different partners? Check. At the same time? Not so much. That was hard to pull off, with one notable and consistent exception.

We found another man that my wife-to-be was attracted to. She’s very discerning. Hotness and sexy auras alone won’t cut it. Intelligence and a keen regard for social justice are also a must. Those men are rare, but we found one.

He was totally willing to have fun with us. Truth be told, he was more into me, but I didn’t lean that way, so we had to navigate that awkwardness. But in the end, he also really wanted to fuck Isla as well. Who wouldn’t? I was less than sure, but plowed forward into new territory in youthful exploration of threesomes. Interacting physically with him wasn’t for me, but Isla had her way with both of us more times than I can count.

I was surprised at how much I didn’t have a problem with it. In fact, I loved it! I have a clear and blissful visual memory of Isla, nude with legs spread and eyes closed. I vividly remember the sight of his rock-hard cock splitting her pussy lips and sliding into her slowly while she moaned and fucked him in front of my eyes.

We alternated who had our cock in her pussy while the other would have our dick in Isla’s mouth until she brought us both to the natural endpoint. She was in a near constant orgasmic state the whole time and hit the pinnacle more times than I could count.

Threesomes like this happened often, with Isla having sex with two men, for a while at least. Eventually, his desire to have me, and my refusal, led to a tapering off of trysts. Isla continued to have him without me there, but that eventually tapered off.

He moved away, our careers took over, and we adopted a kid. It was family life for many years, and the kink in our lives fell to an abysmal level. We were so busy that we didn’t even talk about how much we missed it, but we both did.

After many years, we decided to open that door again, recalling how the arrangements worked well for us, so long as we were honest and open in communication. For some couples, it doesn’t, but we’re confident in our relationship and not jealous.

It took a while searching for swingers that would fit the bill. More than a year went by with no good prospects. Finally, with increased effort on our part, we got a hit with a couple that live a respectable but not insurmountable distance away from us. We vetted them carefully, made introductions online with video chat, and decided to move forward. They, like us, were looking to occasionally have a tryst where everyone could let their kinky flag fly free. They were also quite attractive and about our age, maybe a few years younger.

We agreed to meet Ben and Tasha at a hotel about mid-distance from our respective homes. It was a Holiday Inn, which was certainly no Hilton, but it was the best the small town had to offer.

We met in the lobby, thankful that they were as attractive as they appeared online, got the key cards to the room, and wasted no time getting to the elevator, down the hall, and into the room.

We took turns showering, drank some wine, got to know each other better, and made playful and flirtatious talk until everyone was deeply cleansed. The flirting got us all in the mood, and we wasted no time getting down to business.

We swapped spouses and tongues, explored mouths, though each swapped couple would pause every so often to watch their spouses with a new partner. In no time flat, my cock was in Tasha’s mouth and Ben’s was in my wife’s.

Tasha sucked my dick with skill and vigor, and Isla matched her frenzy on Ben. We were both rock hard watching our women suck new cock side by side.

It wasn’t long before we returned the favor to the ladies. I sucked and licked Tasha’s ebony pussy while Ben’s tongue was diving into Isla’s cunt and his lips were pulling on her clit.

The mouth play was new and wonderful, but time didn’t seem to slow down for me when it was going on.

It wasn’t until both women were on their backs with legs spread, ready and eager to take our cocks into their pussies, that things changed. Both women were holding their lips open. Their cunts were fully on display and ready to swallow our cocks. Ben and I were gripping and stroking our dicks, which were pointing to the ceiling. It was at this moment that time seemed to slow to a crawl.

In apparent slow motion, Ben approached Isla with the tip of his erect penis poised at her entrance. In near total synchronicity, and seemingly in a haze of slowed time, I mirrored his actions and pointed my throbbing dick at Tasha’s pussy.

Seconds felt like minutes as we both used our cockheads to rub their clits and wet inner lips. Tasha’s head ever so slowly rolled towards Isla’s, and Isla did likewise. Millions of lusty and hedonistically kinky thoughts tore through my mind before they were facing each other and gazing into each other’s eyes. They both breathed in deeply. In reality, it was likely a rapid inspiration, but to me it felt like minutes until their lungs were full.

Then the women started to kiss. Passionately. In my time-dilated experience, I bore full witness to their tongues darting into and out of each other’s mouths. Then, I looked over at Ben. It felt like ten minutes until my neck muscles turned my head so that I was facing him. He did likewise, and we both, ever so slowly, grinned and nodded to each other.

I looked down at my wife’s pussy. The tip of Ben’s cock was no more than an inch from her entrance. He drove forward, as did I. It seemed like an hour passed for our cocks to move the one inch and touch their pussies, and my gaze never left my wife’s waiting sex parts.

In super slow motion, or so it seemed to me, Ben drove his penis into my Isla’s vagina. I simultaneously pushed my cock into Tasha’s hot cunt in pace with Ben’s thrust. In my mind, it blissfully took forever until our dicks were buried in the women. I watched my wife’s pussy swallow Ben’s cock, as I felt Tasha’s cunt’s warm and wet embrace around my dick. Their cries of pleasure seemed low-pitched as time slowed, but they certainly did moan. Loudly.

Ben and I stayed buried in the women for seven eternities, or so it felt. In reality, it was likely a few seconds. Then we faced each other again, oh so slowly, and gave each other another grin and nod.

Our gazes returned to our wife’s fuck parts. Ben looked at Tasha’s pussy swallowing my whole dick, and I looked at my wife’s, which was gripped around Ben’s cock entirely.

If time had slowed down previously, it was nothing compared to this right now. Entire cycles of the Universe being created, destroyed, and re-created could have passed for what I saw next. Ben and I both started our exit stroke. Eons passed, and we basked in bliss, watching the women’s pussies try to hold onto our cocks we slid out. It seemed as though both their cunts pulsed with lust to milk our cocks, and their inner lips deeply hugged our rock-hard and glistening shafts as our dicks moved out of them.

An eternity later, both our cockhead’s flares were visible on our exit strokes.

Then we drove into them again, and the time spell was broken. I returned to the real world.

We fucked. All four of us. Eventually, and after exploring nearly every position, both women came to orgasm, writhing on our dicks, continuing to kiss each other.

A minute or two later, Ben and I came as well. Ben came about twenty seconds before me. He pulled out of Isla and sprayed his cock’s cum over both women. Watching this brought me to the edge, and seconds after his dick shot the last pulse of cum, I felt the grip of ecstasy’s clench.

I pulled my throbbing cock out of Tasha and sprayed my semen all over both women, making sure to give equal measure to each of them while the tip of Ben’s dick let the last drip of his cum to fall on my wife’s swollen clit.