Wife Swapping Session

Jeff and I have been best buddies since shortly after
he and Erin moved in next door four years ago. Jeff and
I have a lot in common, including a beautiful wife
each. Jeff’s wife is a very shapely brunette, almost 25
years old with a very sexy body, My wife, Cindy, is
about a year older and slightly taller. She has blonde
hair, a great body, and a beautiful face. Both girls
are really great looking.

Jeff and I like to go out bowling or bar hopping, and
one night after we’d had a few we got to talking about
our wives. We each said how great we thought the
other’s wife looked, only as we kept talking that
started coming out as how hot we thought she was.
Before long we were each admitting that we had had
fantasies about our buddy’s wife, and yeah, we
admitted, they had been very explicit sexual fantasies.
After a few more beers we were both saying out loud to
each other how much we’d love to fuck your woman. This
got us started talking about swapping.

After that night it seemed that every time we got
together the conversation would, at some point, come
around to how hot it would be if we could swap wives
for a few hours. The longer we talked the more serious
we got about the idea. It got to the point that I felt
we just had to this – I was thinking about fucking Erin
all the time now. It was affecting my work, and I
couldn’t sleep for thinking about her. Jeff said he was
the same way about my Cindy. We were both dying for
this to happen.

Finally we agreed that we were each going to have to
make a major effort to talk our wives into doing this.
I started by asking Cindy if other guys ever turned her
on. When she said, “maybe, a little bit,” I pressed
forward and asked her if she would ever consider having
sex with another man.

Bad move. She said no way, and threw a hissy-fit that
I’d even asked. She went off on why didn’t I trust her,
and why would I even think of asking such a question,
and then she started in on how I must have a guilty
conscience, and accused me of cheating on her. It took
me an hour of fast talking and two days of her sulking
to get out of that one.

Jeff later told me that he had asked Erin straight out
about swapping, and she had slapped his face, then said
never, not under any circumstance. That was followed by
a tirade much like the one Cindy had given me, and she
made him sleep on the couch for a week.

So we decided that any swapping we did was not going to
be a voluntary thing. We kept thinking about it though,
and finally came up with a plan. Well, OK, not really a
plan, but at least an idea for a plan. The idea was
that if we got the gals drunk enough then we could put
them to bed, but sneak out ourselves and trade houses
for an hour or two, and they wouldn’t even realize who
was in bed with them.


All four of us go out to the local bars and clubs a
lot, but the women always complain that we never take
them dancing. So we decided to put this to our
advantage. One weekend when Erin was out of town
visiting her parents, we told Cindy we had decided to
take Erin and her out dancing sometime. We said there
was a place that we’d heard of, and how about if the
three us go scout it out tonight. She was all in favor.

Later that afternoon I told Jeff that if it worked out,
and we got Cindy drunk enough, he could fulfill his
fantasy with her that night. And, I told him, if that
didn’t work out, then at least he could peek in through
the bedroom window and watch us as I fucked her. What I
didn’t mention was that if it did work out I was
planning to be peeking through the window myself. Just,
like, to keep an eye on things, you know?

We set up a box for him to stand on next to our bedroom
window. Our back yards are pretty dark at night, with
trees and bushes that block out the other neighbors’
yards, so he wouldn’t be caught being a peeping tom. We
thought we had everything set.

At the club that night I began plying Cindy with strong
drinks, and after a couple of hours she was quite
drunk. Jeff had asked her to dance with him several
times, including a couple of a slow dances, and I could
see that he was enjoying himself as he ground his body
against hers. She didn’t seem to mind, either, or maybe
she was so drunk she didn’t notice, I’m not sure which.

After one of those dances they sat back down at our
table, and he tried to feel Cindy up. She didn’t say
anything as he put his hand up under the hem of her
dress onto her thigh. Then he tried to move his hand up
farther, and I could see that he was going to try to
rub her pussy through her panties. But she stopped him
and pushed his hand away before he got that far. Cindy
had to be soused or she would have said something, but
even in that state she seemed to be able to draw the

A little disappointed, but not totally deterred, we got
ready to go home. We had come in Jeff’s car, so Cindy
and I sat in the back. All the way home, I kissed her
and let my hands roam all over her body, even rubbing
her pussy, until I could feel the wetness soaking
through her panties. She might be drunk, but she was
obviously hot and ready to fuck.

I started whispering in her ear about how poor Jeff
must be feeling very frustrated, what with Erin not
being home, and maybe she should let him play with her
a little bit if he wanted to. I told her I wouldn’t
mind if he did, because I knew she would be super hot
when we got to bed. She didn’t say anything, just kept
moaning at the things I was doing to her body.

So when we got home I tapped Jeff on the shoulder, and
signaled that he should join us in the back seat. When
he slid in she mumbled “What’s this?” but kept kissing
me. I had my right hand up inside her skirt, rubbing
her panties, so her thighs were mostly exposed. Jeff
started stroking her there, and again she didn’t say
anything. Then he slid his hand up the outside of her
thigh all the way to the edge of her panties. She still
didn’t say anything. But when he started running his
fingers along the hem of her panties toward her pussy
she pulled her mouth away from mine and said that we’d
better go in.

At that I opened the car door and helped Cindy out of
the car. I gave Jeff a look and a tilt of my head
toward the bedroom window, then helped my wife into the

Once in the house we moved straight to the bedroom,
with Cindy already unzipping her dress before we got
there. I lit a candle so Jeff could see, and also
because Cindy likes to fuck by candlelight. I caught a
glimpse of Jeff at the window, but Cindy was so drunk
she didn’t notice.

Her dress was already off, and she was standing there
in her bra and panties. As she unhooked her bra she
looked at me and asked if I was ready, because, she
said, “I’m hornier than hell, and I need a good hard

She cupped her tits with her hands and faced me,
saying, “They want you.”

She shimmied out of her panties and went over to the
bed. She laid on her back, spread her legs, and put her
hand on her cunt.

As her middle finger disappeared between her moist
folds, she said, “It wants your cock, so hurry up.”

I knew Jeff must be loving this, especially since he
had to know that he had played a part in getting her
into this state. I quickly got my clothes off, got on
the bed with my wife, and started playing with her
tits. After sucking on her nipples for a while, I
scooted down to the bottom of the bed and got between
her legs. Cindy loves to have me eat her pussy, and it
didn’t take me long to bring her to her first climax.

After she came once on my tongue, she mumbled for me to
hurry up and fuck her. I moved up, hovering over her,
and asked how she wanted it. She said, “Just fuck me
baby, just put it in and pump.”

So I put my dick against her cunt, missionary style,
and it slipped right in. As I started fucking her I
realized that knowing Jeff was watching us made it even
better. I didn’t do anything different from what we
normally did, but it wasn’t long before I started to
come in her.

When she felt my spasms she suddenly became excited and
yelled, “Yes, yes, oh fuck me!”

She moaned, then she grabbed my ass and pulled me in
towards her as I blew my load into her. When I calmed
down a bit I realized that she was jerking and
clenching. That must have been a major orgasm for her.

I just lay on top of her for a while as we both caught
our breath and our heart rate dropped. Finally she
started breathing heavier and I knew she was asleep.

I pulled out of her and looked toward the window. I
could no longer see Jeff, so I crept out of the bedroom
and met him outside. I asked him how he’d liked the
show. He said he had seen everything, and that he’d had
to jack off looking at her while we fucked. He told me
this had been the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his
entire life. After a while he went home and I knew he
would probably jack off again, thinking about her.

Then I started thinking back on events of the evening.
Cindy sure had loved what we just did. In fact, that
was kind of odd. Not odd that would enjoy sex, because
she always does. But odd that she would get into it so
much as drunk as she was. If she really was totally
soused, you’d think she would pretty much just be lying
there and taking it. I began to suspect that she must
not have been as drunk as I thought she was.

But if not, how could I explain her behavior at the
club and in the car? Was she pretending to be more
drunk than she was? And if so, why? Maybe she got to
feeling uncomfortable with the close way that Jeff was
dancing with her, and decided to feign drunkenness as a
way to end the evening. But why did she let him start
to feel her up, and not say anything? And why did she
let him do it again in the car?

Hmmm, just maybe… what if she liked it, and was
pretending to be drunk as an excuse not to stop it
immediately? That would also help explain how horny she
was in the car and when we got inside the house.


The next day was Sunday. I kept waiting for the storm,
but Cindy never said anything about the way Jeff had
been dancing the night before, or the way he had put
his hand up her thigh at the club and in the car. I
figured it must be because she wanted to maintain the
illusion that she was so drunk she didn’t remember.

Erin got home that night, and Jeff dropped by to see me
the next evening. He had hidden his video camera on top
of their dresser, and told me he had video taped them
fucking. He asked if I wanted to see it, and I said
“god yes!” He gave me the video tape and I was in a
continual state of arousal for two days waiting for a
chance to watch it. Finally, on Wednesday, Cindy went
to the grocery store for some stuff, and I immediately
popped it into the VCR.

The light wasn’t so good, but I could see plenty. They
got naked on the bed and he played with her tits for a
while and kissed her. He then started to finger her
cunt, and she was stroking his cock by this time. After
doing this a while, he had her get on her hands and
knees and he fucked her from behind, doggy style.

I figured he did this so the camera would have a better
view. I could see Jeff’s cock pounding her cunt and I
could see her wonderful body jiggle each time he thrust
into her. She really had nice tits.

Now I knew how Jeff must have felt last Saturday night,
because I got hard as a rock watching them fuck, and
seeing Erin’s body as she fucked her man.

Erin’s body was every bit as great as I thought it
would be. I had seen Erin in a bikini before, but never
completely naked. Jeff looked like he might have been
showing off a little while he fucked her, because he
fucked her pretty hard, but I didn’t really care. Maybe
that’s the way they normally did it.

I did notice that Jeff wasn’t much for foreplay and he
never ate Erin like I do Cindy. Erin also seemed like
she was more passive than Cindy, because Cindy really
likes to fuck and can be pretty active at it. Anyway,
it got me so hot that Cindy got fucked as soon as she
returned from the store, but that was OK with her. She
just acted pleasantly surprised.


Well, the peeping tom and videotape bits were great,
but they only made Jeff and me even hotter for the real
thing, and we didn’t seem to be getting much closer to
actually doing it. I told Jeff that I didn’t think the
drunk approach was going to work, but we both agreed
the dance club was a keeper. I was starting to get
another idea, and didn’t have the details worked out
yet, but I did tell Jeff about one part of it.

“You remember how you sat down beside Cindy, and
started feeling her up that night?”

“Damn right I do! I have just got to have another
chance like that.”

“Well, I’m thinking of giving you one. Here’s my idea.
When we take the gals to the club together, we wait
until Cindy is feeling pretty tipsy, and then go for it
the next time Erin heads for the rest room. She’ll
probably do that a couple of times during the evening,
won’t she?”

“Sure,” Jeff nodded, “at least if we stay long enough
and I give her enough to drink.”

“OK, but we don’t want her drunk. Give her beer, or
even sodas. As soon as Erin heads for the john I’ll
claim that I need to go, too. That’ll leave the field
open for you. Think you can make some progress?”

Jeff grinned insanely, “Just watch me!”

“Actually I plan to hide where you, or more
specifically Cindy, can’t see me, but where I can see
when Erin comes out of the potty. Then I’ll time it so
I get back to our table before she does. And when I do,
I plan to make a scene. I hope to see something worth
making a scene about, but even if I don’t, I’ll fake

“What the hell?” Jeff was thoroughly confused.

“Don’t worry about it. I know what I’m doing. Your job
is just to look defensive, and maybe a little guilty.
Other than that, just try to follow my lead for the

“OK, if you say so, but I don’t see how that’s going to
get me into Cindy’s pussy.”

“It’s not. Not that night. What I realize now is that
we’re going to have to take this step by step.”

A week later we took both our wives to the new club,
which pleased them no end. We all started dancing
almost immediately, keeping our own partners. After two
fast dances and a slow one I took Cindy back to our
booth, and Jeff, picking up on the cue, also brought
Erin over.

We chatted a bit, and had a drink, then I leaned across
the table to Erin. “Jeff did tell you that the three of
us came to check this place out two weeks ago, didn’t

“Oh, sure,” she nodded. “I was glad you were willing to
have him tag along, so he didn’t have to sit at home

“Did he tell you that he danced with Cindy?”

Obviously not, judging from the shocked look on her

“Look, Erin, don’t get mad at him. It really wasn’t his
fault,” I went on smoothly. “Cindy wanted to dance a
lot more than I did, and I really felt bad leaving him
just sitting at our table all night. So I talked him
into doing it. He was really pretty hesitant.”

I was laying it on thick, and Cindy was looking a bit
puzzled, so I figured I’d better get to the point
before she jumped in and contradicted me.

“So…,” I drawled, looking Erin in the eye, “I think
tonight we should get even with them. How about if you
and I dance, and insist that Jeff and Cindy sit here
and watch us, the way I had to watch Jeff and Cindy
dance the last time?”

I held my breath. This was a critical step in my plan.
Would Erin take the bait? She looked a bit angry, her
eyes darting back and forth between her husband and my
wife. Then she glared at Jeff.

“It’s not so much that you did it, Jeff, as it is that
you tried to hide it from me.”

Then she turned to me with an evil grin on her face.
“Yes, Ed, I’d love to dance with you.”

Jeff got up so Erin could slide out from the booth, but
I was right there to take her hand and help her to her
feet. I was a bit worried that Jeff might jump the gun
and try something with Cindy while we were on the
floor, so before I turned to lead Erin out I looked at
him and pointed to where he had been sitting.

“Stay right where you are, both of you, and suffer!”

Jeff got the point and slid back into his side of the
booth. I gave Erin an impish smile which she returned.

It was a fast number, so we both just enjoyed moving,
hardly touching at all. When the music stopped, I
leaned close to her and in a conspiratorial tone asked,
“How long do you think we should keep this up?”

“I’m not sure,” she pondered, “how long did Jeff and
Cindy dance last time?”

“Oh, not long,” I said. “I mean, not long the first

Her eyes widened. “They danced more than once?”

“Well, yes.”

“How many times?”

I was staring at the floor, trying to look embarrassed.
“Uh, look Erin, I’m not sure. I wasn’t counting.”

“That settles it. We’re not going back over there yet.
In fact, not for quite a while yet.”

The next dance was a fast one again, but this time I
tried to at least maintain eye contact throughout it.
The third dance was slow, and I held out my arms to
her. Suddenly shocked, she pulled back.

“Did Jeff dance any slow dances with Cindy?”

I locked my eyes on hers and said slowly, “Yes, Erin,
he did.”

“How did he hold her?”

“Quite close.”

She bit her lip, then took my hand and started pulling
me back toward the booth. My heart sank. But she
stopped at the edge of the dance floor, in plain view
of Jeff and Cindy who were still sitting on opposite
sides of the table as directed, and now watching us.

Erin turned to me and whispered, “Hold me, quite

“OK,” I whispered in her ear as we started turning
together, “I wanted to spare you this, but I guess you
have a right to know. They were dancing this close.”

I moved my hand down to the small of her back and
pulled her tight against me. She gasped, but didn’t
pull away.

“Then they were dancing this close.”

I started rubbing my cheek against hers, and pulled her
chest in where I could rub mine across it. Her
breathing was getting heavy, and I could feel her

“And finally, they were dancing this close.”

My hand slid down to her ass and I moved my pelvis
sideways so I could slip my right leg between her legs.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, “that’s enough. I don’t want to
know any more.”

She pulled away from me, and headed for our booth,
daggers in her eyes. Jeff stood so she could slide in,
and she slid clear against the wall, as far from him as

I sat down next to Cindy and said, “I think it’s time
for another round of drinks.”

All three of them, for a variety of reasons, agreed
heartily. In fact we had two rounds.

“And now,” I said at last, “I’d like to dance with

“I thought you’d never ask,” she grinned.

It was a slow dance, so Cindy cuddled up against me. As
I turned I checked out our booth and saw that Jeff and
Erin were still sitting there, apparently arguing about
something. Cindy saw it too.

“What did you say to her to make her so angry?”

“Nothing, I really didn’t say anything.”

It was only a half-lie. I mean, I hadn’t really said
much in words. It was what I had implied, and done,
between the words.

“You must have said something. Either that or…” She
pulled back and stared at me. “I know what it was! I
saw the way you two were dancing. You were pushing
yourself on her, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I did get a little carried away. But it
was no more than you and Jeff were doing last time.”

“That’s a lie! We weren’t dancing like that… Were we?
Oh… I guess I was pretty drunk by the end, wasn’t I?
Were we dancing like that at the end? I don’t remember

“I figured that was it,” I reassured her. “But don’t
you remember what happened when we got home?”

“No, I… Ohh… maybe… a little… I think we made
love, didn’t we?”

“We sure did,” I grinned.

The dance had ended and we went back to the booth, hand
in hand. Jeff and Erin clammed up as we approached. I
looked from one to the other with a twinkle in my eye.

“I thought you two would be dancing.”

“Not hardly,” Erin griped.

“What’s this?” Jeff asked. “You’ll dance with Ed, but
not with your own husband?”

“That’s right.” she glared.

“Well,” he said, “two can play that game. If you want
to dance with Ed, I’ll just dance with Cindy.”

“I’ll bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you,” she scowled.

“Whoa!” I threw in. “Let’s not ruin the night with a
fight. We’re going to have another drink to calm down,
and then decide what to do after that.”

Once again ‘another drink’ turned into two, and when
everyone was a bit more mellow I talked them into doing
what I had already decided was going to come next.
Which was that I would dance with Erin while Jeff
danced with Cindy. Several dances, as it turned out.
Somewhere in the middle of that came a slow dance and I
had a chance to talk privately with Erin. I told her I
was sorry about what I had done when we were dancing
before, and I hoped she understood that I wasn’t really
pushing myself on her. I even told her that Cindy
thought I had gone too far.

She said she understood during the first part, and she
knew that I was just showing her what she had asked
about, not trying to come on to her myself. (I chuckled
to myself at that. If she only knew.) But she was
surprised at what Cindy had said, and started to get
suspicious. Was I maybe exaggerating about what had
happened? I explained that Cindy was very drunk at the
time, and didn’t know herself how far Jeff had gone.

Eventually I led Erin back to the booth, and Jeff,
still following my lead, did the same with Cindy. After
another round of drinks Erin excused herself to go
potty. I raised an eyebrow at Jeff, and said I needed
to go myself.

She was in there for a while; I guess there must have
been a line. As soon as I saw her face come out I made
a beeline for our booth. Sure enough, Jeff and Cindy
were both on the same side, and their hands were below
the table. I couldn’t see what their hands were doing,
but I started screaming.


Erin was right behind me. “Jeff, you fucking bastard,
what the hell do you think you are doing?”

She could see even less than I could, but she was
prepared to imagine the worst, and just the fact that
they were sitting on the same side of the booth was
enough to set her off.

Jeff jumped out of the booth and hung his head, then
lifted his eyes to her and retorted, “We were just

“LIKE HELL YOU WERE! Probably talking to her pussy with
your fingers!”

“Guys,” Cindy threw in, “quiet down. I think we’d
better get out of here before we get thrown out.”

We looked around, and half the people in the place were
looking at us. We all kind of slunk out, and went to
the car. I wanted to try my trick one more time. Jeff
was driving, and had his hand on the door when I
stopped him. Cindy and I were both on the passenger
side along with Erin.

“Hang on, Jeff,” I said. “Before you unlock that I
think we need to get something out in the open. Erin,
you’re as upset as I am about what we just saw, aren’t

“You’re damn right I am,” Erin shot back.

I looked her square in the eyes. “Is it time to get
even again?”

She let the question hang there for what seemed an
eternity. Then with an angry face she moved from the
front door to the back.

“You can sit in the front with your fucking boyfriend,”
she told Cindy. “I’m going to sit in the back with Ed.”

Once we were all seated she added, “One more thing,
Jeff and Cindy, you are going to keep looking out the
front all the way home. Remember, we can see anything
you fuckers try to do, but you can’t see us.”

Once the car was underway I whispered in Erin’s ear,
“Way to go, babe! I guess you told them! I was
wondering, when we got back to the booth, how much did
you see?”

“Not much, but I could guess.”

“He had his hand up inside her skirt, like this. …
only farther.”

“How much farther?”

“Clear up here, I think,” I said sliding my hand all
the way up until it touched her panties.

“Do you suppose he was rubbing her?”

“I don’t know, he might have been,” I responded,
suiting action to words.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’ll bet he was! OH YEAH!”

I pulled my hand back a bit and started stroking her
thigh, still inside her skirt.

“Do you think they’re suffering the way we did?” I

“I doubt it. They’re probably just both sitting there
aching for another chance to do it again.”

“What are we going to do to make them really suffer?”

“I don’t know… Oh, wait,” she added, “how about if we
do some moaning and heavy breathing?”

“That’s a great idea,” I enthused, “almost as good as
the one I was coming up with.”

“Well, don’t keep me waiting. What’s your idea.”

“When we get home we tell them that as a penalty for
being so naughty they are going to have to sit in the
car for ten minutes, while you and I go into your house

“Oh, yes, oh, yes, that would really do it, wouldn’t

“We’re almost home. Why don’t we do just a bit of your
idea until we get there.”

We both started making the most obscene panting and
moaning noises you can imagine. Just to make the noises
more realistic I once more slid my hand up to Erin’s
panties and started rubbing them. They were extremely

Jeff and Cindy were both shocked when we told them what
the penalty was, but they didn’t object to it. Erin and
I left them in the front seat of the car and stepped
into her house, closing the front door behind us.

“Now what?” she breathed.

I smiled at her and suggested we go sit on the sofa and
talk about it. When we were seated side by side, but
not too close together, I pointed out that Jeff and
Cindy couldn’t see us now; that everything was up to
their imagination. So, I admitted, there was really no
need for us to act out any pretense that we might be
carrying on.

She looked sidelong at me and whispered, “I don’t

“You don’t mind pretending,” I asked, “or you don’t
mind acting out?”

“Either,” she said with a little shudder.

Elated, I suggested that we could try imagining what
the others were thinking that we were doing. She looked
at me, licked her lips, and said, “They might be
thinking that we are kissing.”

“Yes, that’s very likely,” I agreed, bending down to
meet her lips. It was really just a very tender kiss,
at least at first. Then I pulled away a fraction of an
inch and started using my two lips to nibble on her
lower lip. She moaned, and then echoed the action with
me. Suddenly she threw her arms around my neck and
mashed her lips against mine.

As great as that was, I wanted to try something more,
so after a bit I pulled away and said, “I wonder if
Jeff is imagining that I have my hands rubbing all over
your chest?”

“I’ll bet he is,” she said as she wiggled closer to me
and took my hand in hers, bringing it up to her boobs.

She nuzzled up to me, kissing my neck and breathing
heavily through her nose as I explored both of her
breasts through the material of her blouse.

“In fact,” she added, “if I know Jeff, he’s probably
imagining that my blouse is unbuttoned and your hand is
inside it.” Which it very soon was.

“I was just wondering,” I said after a lengthy interval
of exploration, “what Cindy might be thinking. She
loves to have her breasts kissed, and she knows how
much I love to do it. Do you suppose she might be
thinking that I would do the same to you?”

Erin gave a mighty groan, and fell backward along the
length of the sofa, pulling my head down along with her
in such a way that my mouth ended up in the middle of
her left breast. I opened my mouth and nipped lightly
on her nipple though the material of her bra. She
gasped and struggled to lift her back off the sofa.

“Let me unhook it,” she panted.

God, I wanted that so much! But I knew our ten minutes
must be up by now, so I glanced at my watch. Yes, the
time was up, and I struggled greatly with myself. I was
dying to suck her tits, and she was ready to let me do
it. But there would be another time, and right now Jeff
and Cindy were probably counting the seconds and
getting really pissed.

I suddenly sat up, “Erin, what time is it?” I looked at
my watch again. “Oh, no, our ten minutes are up! I’ve
got to out and tell Jeff he can come in now.”

“Oh, no! God, I wish you didn’t have to do that.”

She sounded almost bitter, but she was apparently
resigned to it because she too sat up and started
buttoning her blouse.

“What do you mean, Erin?. Surely you’re not suggesting
that you would want me to stay here … and spend the
night with you?”

“No, I… of course… I… oh, I… no, I couldn’t…
even though… Oh, Ed, I wish you hadn’t said that!”

“Oh, man! So do I, Erin. It was a stupid thing to say,
and I’m sorry. I guess I was just trying to tease you a
bit, but there are some things we shouldn’t tease

“You better believe it!”

“So can we pretend I never said it?”

“Ed, I… I don’t think I could carry out a pretend
like that. I can’t forget what you said, I may never
forget it, but I can forgive it, like this.”

We were both standing now, and she wrapped her arms
around my neck and started kissing me passionately. It
was a couple of minutes later before I actually made it
out the door.

We weren’t the only ones kissing. Our spouses were so
into it that they didn’t even see me coming. I rapped
on the hood of the car, and they jerked apart.

“Evening’s entertainment is over,” I announced, “time
for bed.”

Needless to say the entertainment actually went on and
on in our bedroom. Sadly, nothing at all happened in
our neighbors’ house.


It took a couple of weeks, but Erin finally forgave
Jeff. It didn’t take nearly that long for him to
forgive me, because he had to admit that being stuck in
the car with Cindy for ten minutes wasn’t the worst
thing that had ever happened to him. In any event, we
started to plot the next step of the double seduction,
and I assured him that this was going to be his turn.

Naturally the four of us ended up back at the club
again. This time there seemed to be no resistance to
the idea of dancing with each other’s partners, and
that is what we did most of the evening.

I can’t speak for Jeff and Cindy, because Jeff and I
tried to stay out of each others’ view when we were on
the dance floor, but Erin and I were one hot couple
that night. The place was crowded, and some of the
things we got away with would have caused a real
scandal if a news photographer had managed to catch us.
Erin was wearing a clingy sweater, and during the slow
dances I usually had a hand inside it to help us
remember our time alone on her sofa. Did I mention that
somehow her bra had gotten unhooked?

I couldn’t figure how to get to her panties without
pulling up her skirt, and that would have been too
obvious to anyone dancing behind her. But we finally
managed to end up in a dark corner of the room, and I
positioned her with her ass to the wall. Then I ran my
hand from her hip over her ass cheeks and down the
outside of her thigh until I found the hem of her very
short skirt. She shuddered and started kissing me hotly
as my hand came back up the inside of her thigh,
bringing her skirt with it.

When I reached her crotch she rammed her tongue into my
mouth and started humping wildly against me. I couldn’t
resist – I wiggled my finger inside her panties, and
found her clit. I’d only just touched it when she
gasped and started jerking all over, clawing my back
with her fingernails.

“Oh, my god!” she whispered when she was able to speak
again. “That was unbelievable!”

I would have liked to try an encore, but that corner
was very popular, and another couple crowded us out of
it. That cramped my style, but not hers. She discovered
that by unbuckling my belt she could wriggle her small
hand down inside my pants, and for the last hour we
were dancing she kept squeezing and pumping my cock
whenever the music was slow. Each time when I thought I
couldn’t take any more of that without coming in my
pants they would switch to a fast number.

By mutual agreement we left the club early that night.
All four of us were so horny we couldn’t take it any
longer. I was driving this time, and Jeff claimed that
after the last time it was only fair that he and my
wife should get the back seat together.

“Remember, no looking back,” Cindy giggled as she
snuggled up against him.

I realized immediately that I could see them in the
rear view mirror without turning around, and wondered
how much Jeff had seen on our last trip home. But I
didn’t see much, because Jeff immediately whispered
something in her ear, and she lay back sideways on the
seat, bringing him down on top of her. Spoilsport! Now
I couldn’t see anything but the back window.

At least in that position they couldn’t see us, either,
so I let my right hand glide over to Erin’s thigh,
inside her dress, and up to her sopping wet panties. I
rubbed her pussy through the fabric for a moment, but
then Erin thrust her ass up in the air, pulled her
skirt up to her waist, and pushed her panties down with
both hands. They were now a narrow band wrapped around
her upper thighs. My fingers wasted no time jumping
over that band and exploring her mons and the cleft
below it.

Groaning, she reached over and yanked my zipper down.
Her fingers dove inside my fly and pulled out the prize
they were searching for. This was too much. I lost all
concentration on my driving, and realized to my horror
that I had just run a red light. I was going to get us
all killed if I wasn’t careful. So with a great deal of
regret I pulled my hand out of Erin’s pussy and reached
to my own crotch to pry her hand off my meat.

“Later,” I whispered, “right now I have to think about
my driving.”

When I pulled up in our driveway I was not at all
surprised that Jeff and Cindy claimed we owed them ten
minutes in the house. I would have been very
disappointed if they hadn’t demanded their time. Erin
and I had some unfinished business to take care of.

As soon as the other two were into our house I rolled
over to Erin’s seat and straddled her. My hand went
directly to her pussy, and hers to my cock. We were
kissing wildly and pounding our crotches against each

“I want it…” she moaned.

“Oh, yes!” I grunted, punching wildly trying to get
into position to enter her.

We finally realized that it wasn’t going to work in the
positions we were in, so I got down on my knees on the
floor. I pushed her panties down and her legs up so I
could eat her out. After only a few seconds of that she
came, screaming.

When she finally calmed down she moaned again, “I still
want it.”

WANT didn’t begin to express how I was feeling. I
NEEDED it. I was DYING to have it. I HAD to have it.
Still kneeling I brought my cock up to the edge of the
seat, then grabbed her ass and pulled her to me. With
her knees still up to her chest this worked perfectly.
She grabbed my cock and positioned it, and I sank my
shaft deep into her. Somewhat to my shame I have to
admit that one stroke and I was gone, pumping a nearly
endless supply of cum into her. At least she was right
there with me, her pussy convulsing and her body

It took us a long time to calm down, and then we
realized we had no idea how much time had passed. We
separated, with regretful moans on both sides, rather
than get caught in such a compromising position. My
cock was still ready for more action, but I managed to
stuff it back into my pants and zip up. Erin pulled her
panties up and her skirt down. Just in time, because we
saw Jeff come out the door.

I was back on my side of the car by now, and I rolled
down the window as he approached. “How’d it go?” I half
mouthed, half whispered.

He grinned from ear to ear and stuck his thumb up. “But
there’s just one thing,” he whispered. “Cindy and I
want some more time. How are you two doing?”

I gave him the thumbs up in return and said, “That will
be no problem. In fact, why don’t we make a night of

He was off in a flash, and it didn’t take much longer
than that for Erin to pull me into her bedroom.