Swap - No Way Not Us

Jim and Karen lived a few doors from their best friends Peter and Wendy. All in their mid-thirties, they had known each other since college days and since then had enjoyed many holidays and social events together.

One Friday evening they found themselves in a group of eight at a wine tasting with various neighbors from the immediate area.

The wine had loosened up a few tongues and some questions were getting quite personal.

“You four are getting out and about with other people, that makes a change,” came one comment referring to Jim, Karen, Peter and Wendy.

“We mix in bigger groups, go out as one couple, as individuals, but as a group of four we have many common interests.” explained Karen.

“Does common interest include a bit of swapping?” asked Matt who was about a bottle of wine over his limit and a loudmouth at the best of times.

The group groaned in embarrassment although secretly many would have liked to know the truth.

“Nothing to report, no swapping of any kind,” offered Peter.

This had all put a damper on the party and our four left early and walked to Jim and Karen’s place.

Jim put a bottle of wine and four glasses on the coffee table.

“We have all had enough wine, but just in case…”

They were all quiet for a while as the wine tasting had disappointed.

“We gave them more ammunition by leaving, now they imagine that we are all naked and in a heap on the rug.” observed Wendy.

“Can’t control what other people imagine.” said Peter.

“Can’t blame them, I know what I would think if I was outside the group,” said Jim.

“Are we all as pure as the driven snow, anyone here want to confess to having thoughts about another person in the group?”

They were quiet for a while, then Karen spoke up.

“Do you remember that holiday in Scotland, it was Edinburgh, an Indian and a Chinese restaurant had been recommended but we couldn’t agree on where to eat. I went to the Chinese with Peter and Jim and Wendy went to the Indian.

“I reached for the soy sauce and I brushed my arm against Peter’s arm, I held his arm and slowly pulled away. It set me on fire, I think if we had not arranged to regroup later, I might have excused myself to take my panties off.”

This was wild stuff by the group’s standard. Not to be outdone, Wendy had a story to tell.

“We were on that cruise in the Mediterranean and I hurt my foot. The hospital splinted it which made walking in the old cities quite a challenge. The three of you were constantly holding a hand or elbow to give me support. I loved holding hands with Jim, I kept the splint and bandages on longer than necessary.”

Peter was next, “My weakness is mentally undressing Karen. In the unlikely event that I ever see her breasts or pussy I wonder if they will look like I imagine?”

“That’s no secret,” said Wendy, “I often wonder if your intense stares are going to catch her clothes on fire.”

“That leaves me,” said Jim, “I have repetitive dreams about being shipwrecked on a small tropical island with Wendy. We never get over the problem of sand in our private parts.”

“We are not quite as uptight as we thought,” commented Wendy.

The girls seem to like hand holding, that sounds very innocent, swap seats anyone?” asked Peter.

Peter and Karen got comfortable on one two-seater, Jim and Wendy on the other.

Getting close and feeling the warmth of their partners thighs, they held hands and chatted quietly.

Peter and Karen’s lips were getting closer and closer as they whispered. Jim and Wendy were doing the same. Each pair watched the progress of the other. No objection was raised when kissing commenced.

Karen got on Peter’s lap. Wendy immediately followed suit with Jim.

Karen opened her blouse, “You wanted to see if my breasts are the same as they appear in my dreams?”

Peter reached around and released her bra.

“They were perfect in my dreams and in real life they are even better.”

Jim was now kneeling on the floor facing Wendy on the sofa, he had a hand on each thigh under her skirt and was sucking her nipples.

That was as far as anyone dared to go on that night, they finished the evening as if nothing extraordinary had happened and Peter and Wendy made their way home.

They didn’t get together again until the Sunday afternoon when they took a hike in the country and ended up at Peter and Wendy’s place.

It was obvious that they needed a debriefing and a plan for the future, but they were all unusually reticent.

Jim broke the ice, “That was a great evening, my heart rate still hasn’t returned to normal. May I assume we are all going to stay with our current loving spouses with the possibility of further ‘exchange program’ initiatives?”

“Well put,” said Peter.

The ladies both nodded in agreement and looked very pleased with themselves.

Peter and Jim decided to catch what was left of a game on TV, the ladies went to the kitchen to warm up some snacks and get the coffee on.

The game finished, the scent of coffee and food came in from the kitchen.

Peter and Jim were relaxed in their chairs quite unprepared for their next surprise.

The ladies came in each with a tray of food and coffee – wearing only bras and panties.

“Remind me to tip the wait staff Peter, lovely young girls,” Jim asked.

“Peter has seeing me naked on his bucket list, he’s seen my breasts tonight he might get to see my pussy.” Karen explained.

“I suspect Jim and I will be keeping up with you – or leading the way,” laughed Wendy.

Jim and Peter carried the trays back to the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

They were treated to a wonderful sight when they got back to the family room. The ladies were naked and practicing dance steps in tune to background music.

They motioned for the guys to sit down.

“Strip off before you get comfortable,” requested Wendy.

“Sorry, we are hopeless at dancing to stripper music and totally inept at lap dancing, but we will do what we can,” explained Karen.

“This is great, don’t apologize,” said Peter on behalf of the male audience.

Karen stood up on Peter’s chair, lap dancing style, with a foot on either side of his thighs. This put her pussy at his face level.

“As nice as in your dreams?” she asked.

“Perfection.” was all Peter could say.

“I was going to part my pussy lips to display all my assets, but I need to keep my balance, would you assist please.”

Peter gently parted her pussy lips with a thumb and forefinger.

“I only have a tiny clit, perhaps you can make it grow with your tongue?” she invited.

Peter went for both hands spreading her pussy lips and attempted to bury his face.

Jim and Wendy were at the same stage on the adjacent sofa.

The ladies changed position to sitting on the guys laps for a session of kissing and touching.

“We can’t leave you with raging erections,” said Wendy, “I will go and look for some tissues and oils or lotions and hope that hand jobs will suffice for tonight’s grand finale.”

Wendy directed Jim to lay on his back on the floor and she got over him sixty-nine style, gave him a brief suck before applying oil liberally. He put a finger from one hand in her pussy and reached for a breast with the other.

Karen had Peter on his hands and knees. She got under him and wriggled down to reach his cock for a suck. She then moved and positioned her breasts under his cock. Partly a hand job and partly a tit fuck, he made a deposit between her tits. Karen rubbed it in to her skin and licked her fingers clean.

Jim and Karen walked home, passing the four neighbors who were also at the recent party. They were in front of one of their houses each with a glass of wine in hand.

Pleasantries were exchanged, Jim and Karen felt they were under suspicion.

“If only they knew what we have been up to recently,” laughed Karen.

Nothing was said within the foursome and no discussion occurred regarding the following weekend other than they were to have lunch at a fish restaurant, followed by coffee and cake at Jim and Karen’s.

Perhaps coffee and cake is a euphemism for coffee, cake, oral and vaginal sex?

Mid-afternoon, Jim and Peter were in Jim’s workshop when the ladies called them in to the house. Wendy took Jim’s hand; Karen took Peter and they went upstairs to the second and third bedrooms.

Wendy and Jim undressed quickly, he put his arms around her grasping her buttocks and was up and in her before she reached the mattress. He lasted less than a minute.

“You have a bus to catch?” she laughed.

“I would have burst at the seams without that, now I will do whatever you want, at your service.”

“I’ll have a back and front massage finished off with two fingers in my pussy and French kissing, then I will ride you cowgirl. Following that we will cuddle and sleep until we are hungry enough to go downstairs at six or seven.”

Peter and Karen had a different approach. They kissed and cuddled on the bed before undressing.

“Karen asked for, “Kiss and lick me from my top to my toes with extra attention to my tits and pussy. If you do a good job, I’ll do something similar to you. Then we will decide if we should fuck first then have a nap or have the nap first and fuck before we go down to eat.”

That evening all agreed that they were anxious to fuck their spouses when they got back to their own beds but admitted they would fall asleep before anything occurred.