The first part of a two-part series. Told from the perspective of each character. Thank you to kenjisato and P_Anderer for editing.
**Jenny**
Carl and I were high-school sweethearts. We married young and never had any desire for children; we spent our time and money on renovating our house. Most of our friends soon had kids, and whilst we kept in contact, we saw less and less of them.
I own a small online clothing boutique which keeps me pretty busy. I’m also a bit of a confessed gym slut, with a toned athletic build and shoulder-length blonde hair. Some people say my most striking feature are my hazel eyes.
My husband, Carl, is an artistic blacksmith, making bespoke iron gates and sculptures. It keeps him in reasonable shape, not chiselled by any means; but I’m happy with how he looks. His wavy brown hair and blue eyes usually get compliments from my friends.
We were thrilled when a new couple our age moved in next door. Lorna and Jack didn’t have kids and shared similar interests with us. Lorna was a few inches taller than me with beautiful Mediterranean features. Dark brown eyes, long black hair, big natural tits, and a soft, peachy bum. She worked as a travel agent and looked cute in her white blouse and pencil skirt. Her husband, Jack, was a hot, former professional rugby player, who had to quit through injury. He now worked in finance, but still looked imposing, squeezed into a suit.
We all became good friends within a couple of months. The boys watched rugby together regularly, and play golf most weekends. Lorna and I went on regular pamper weekends and shopping trips. We quickly found out that we had things in common with each other’s spouses, too. Lorna and Carl liked seafood, music, and horror movies. Whereas, Jack and I were more outgoing, enjoying mountain biking and scuba diving.
After a couple of years of living next to each other, it soon became clear there was also a mutual attraction. Carl caught me ogling Jack when he stripped off to mow the lawn, and teased me mercilessly. I got my revenge when I took a pic of Carl staring at Lorna’s huge tits in her bikini.
It wasn’t just us. I had caught Lorna watching Carl at his home forge, and Jack wasn’t very good at hiding the glances he had at my arse.
Nothing ever happened between us, as we were all happily married. Even if there was the occasional, harmless flirting. This all changed one evening, while we sat on the deck drinking. That evening would be the catalyst that would change our relationships forever.
“Jack, why don’t you tell them about that guy at work,” Lorna said, tipsy and giggly.
“What guy?” asked Jack, as he opened another bottle.
“You know, what’s his name… Alan? You know the swinging thing,” she said, playfully rubbing his arm.
Jack proceeded to tell us about his boss, Alan. He and his wife had started having sex with another couple. A couple who, in fact, lived on our street.
“What, Jim and Barbara?” I laughed. “They’re in their sixties!”
“You’re never too old to try something new, I guess. They had always wanted to experiment, now they felt they could,” Jack said, shrugging.
“Experiment, like gay stuff?”Carl asked, unable to imagine either of them being up for that.
“No, just swapping partners, apparently,” Jack said, draining his glass.
“And he just up and told you all this at work? What, over lunch?” Carl asked, amazed.
“It was a boozy lunch, but yeah, seemed properly pleased with himself,” said Jack.
“Fuck, I can’t imagine Jim and Babs doing that. They seem so in love,” I said, a little mournfully.
“They are. They’re just taking the opportunity to mix things up a bit. Did you know they have only ever slept with each other? They got married at eighteen,” Lorna said, sounding shocked.
“Well, we’re the same. Carl and I got together in high school. I’ve never even kissed another guy,” I said, a little too regretfully. But I smiled, when Carl caught my eye, trying to reassure him.
“Not that I’m complaining,” I added quickly.
“Well, you’re the only one I’ve had sex with,” he said, as Lorna and Jack exchanged looks.
“Well, to be fair we’ve been together so long I can hardly remember the others,” Jack said.
“Yeah, our tenth wedding anniversary is next year. After a decade together, we feel the same,” Lorna added.
“I guess it’s the excitement of the first time with someone. You know? Not knowing what it’ll be like and the suspense,” I said, getting agreed murmurings from the others.
“And they can live out fantasies and try stuff their partner doesn’t like,” Lorna giggled.
“But I don’t know how they let their partner do it. I mean the trust involved is massive,” Carl mused.
“They’ve all known each other for years. I guess if they’re doing it with a couple they trust, there’s less jealousy. Whatever floats their boat, I guess,” Jack said.
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**Carl**
Nothing more was said on the topic of swapping partners, but the level of flirting increased a lot. Long, lingering hugs, and crude innuendos became commonplace. Nothing changed until a few months later, when the four of us were preparing for a cruise. We both had a cabin on a luxury three-week cruise. It was a joint celebration: Jenny’s thirtieth and Jack and Lorna’s wedding anniversary. The weekend before the cruise, the girls went shopping, getting ‘essentials’ for the trip.
Jack and I played golf to pass the time, and it was then, that the subject of swinging reared its head again.
At the sixth hole, we came across a group of four young women. They weren’t housewives just passing time, they were proper golfers and gorgeous. Short skirts and tight polo tops were a pleasant change on the course. They asked if we wanted to play through, but we graciously declined. But we felt like a couple of creeps, as we ogled them, so once we got to the next hole, we played through.
“So come on… we’re both thinking about it, if you had the option, which one would you go for?” Jack asked as we got to the next tee.
For a second, I wasn’t sure I should say, the truth was the fittest of the girls looked a lot like Lorna. But Jack and I had been getting closer as mates, and I felt we were able, to be honest with each other.
“The tanned brunette… when she bent down to place her ball, I nearly died,” I laughed.
“That surprises me, pal, I thought the hot, skinny blonde would be your thing,” Jack said, curiously.
It was true that the only blonde in the group looked most like my wife. But something about the curvier brunette had caught my eye.
“Don’t get me wrong, she was a very close second, but too much like Jenny. Why not try something different if I have the option? What about you?” I asked as I set myself up to tee off.
“Well, now you mention it, I fancied the blonde most. Those toned legs and sculpted ass, fuck me,” Jack whistled, and we both started laughing.
For the rest of the round, I kept thinking about that conversation. How we had both pretty much admitted we fancied the girls most like each other’s wife. I didn’t know what to think of it, to be honest.
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**Jenny**
I loved going shopping with Lorna, as we always had a good laugh. We had so much in common, and often, fell into fits of laughter at the smallest thing. We left the guys to play golf, as we both needed to get some posh outfits for the cruise.
“I don’t know, Jenny, I’m not sure I can pull this off,” Lorna said, as she held up some very revealing black lace lingerie.
“Come on, Lorna, you’d look gorgeous in it. You must have worn stuff like this before?” I asked.
“No point. With Jack nothing stays on long enough,” Lorna said, as we descended into fits of laughter.
“Really? Not a patient boy, then?” I asked, genuinely interested.
“Let’s put it this way, once he’s in the mood he’s insatiable. I’m not sure it’s worth buying if it’s just going to get ripped off,” Lorna smiled, naughtily. “Not that I’m complaining. But it would be nice to get dressed up and take things slow for a change,” Lorna said, putting the lingerie in her shopping basket.
“Well, you need Carl for that. God love him, but he’s not the rough-and-tough type,” I said, with a grin.
“Don’t get me wrong. He more than makes up for it with his magic hands,” I added quickly, not wanting to do my husband a disservice.
“That man is the king of foreplay, he knows how to play my body almost better than me,” I said, drifting into a daydream.
“But now and then, it would be hot to have rough, animalistic sex,” I said, causing Lorna to burst out laughing again.
I kept thinking about that conversion throughout the rest of the day. Jack had crept into my erotic dreams occasionally. Hearing how hard and rough he liked to fuck, made those dreams more regular. Getting fucked hard from behind, feeling my tits slapping, as his big cock rammed into me over and over again. Erotic thoughts flooded my mind, as we drove home. I felt a bit guilty daydreaming about my best friend’s husband rattling me. Especially as she was sitting right next to me.
I convinced Lorna to come back to my place to try on the new lingerie. She looked like a sex goddess. Her perfect curves were accentuated by the tight black lace. Her gorgeous tits were given just enough support, and her dark nipples were visible through the sheer fabric. any man would jump her in a heartbeat.
“I don’t know Jen, isn’t it a bit revealing?” she said, concerned, as she looked in the mirror.
It was then I heard the familiar sound of Carl’s car pulling into the drive. Inspiration hit me, and I realised I could ease my guilt and boost Lorna’s confidence in one go.
“Hang on here for a sec. Trust me, you look out of this world,” I assured her, as I walked onto the landing, making sure to close the door behind me.
“Hey Carl, come up here. I have a surprise for you,” I whispered, as he entered the house.
I slipped back into the room, and waited until Carl opened the bedroom door. He opened it slowly, and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Lorna’s plump rear. She was leaning forward to look at her tits in the mirror and hadn’t noticed him. As she turned, she looked like a deer in headlights, as she saw Carl standing there.
“If Carl likes it, I know Jack will, and judging by this, Carl likes it a lot,” I said. Moving towards my husband, and feeling his hardening cock in his trousers.
“Naughty boy,” I whispered in his ear, as I squeezed his cock gently.
Lorna didn’t attempt to cover up. Instead, she smiled seductively, biting her lip. Carl almost fainted and mumbled an apology, as he stumbled away. I knew Lorna would see the funny side, and we both burst out laughing.
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**Carl**
Nothing else happened of note, until we finally arrived in Barcelona to board the cruise. We booked into a hotel the night before the cruise, but there was a problem. There had been a mix-up with the booking, and they only had one room available.
“What do you mean you’re fully booked?” I said, in my best pigeon Spanish to the check-in clerk.
“We only have one room available, I’m afraid. But we can put in two double beds,” said the clerk, in thickly accented Spanish.
Lorna spoke Spanish fluently, and tried to sort something out with the hotel. Even though I was frustrated, I noticed how hot Lorna sounded when she spoke Spanish. There was nothing more they could do. But as a gesture of goodwill, they agreed to provide two bottles of champagne to the room. Not wanting to start the trip on a sour note, we all agreed to share the room.
The room was nice and clean, with good sea views; the only problem was it was not quite big enough for two beds. The two doubles they had squeezed in, took up most of the room. They were so close, that you could touch the other bed with an outstretched arm. We cracked open the booze and drained both bottles before dinner.
After an amazing meal, and a romantic night-time walk, we had forgotten all about the room. This was the first night of our holiday, and we were determined to have fun. Jenny found a bar with a dance floor, and we spent the night dancing and drinking heavily. At one point, the girls danced together, stroking their bodies and teasing us, as Jack and I watched. I was surprised when Jenny grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him close to dance. Lorna didn’t seem to mind and dragged me in close to dance with her.
Lorms and I danced close together, tamer than Jenny and Jack, but it was still nice to feel another woman’s body against mine. Over the next hour, we continued to swap partners. Rubbing against each other, but never overstepping the mark.
When we finally made it back to the hotel, the sexual tension was palpable. In the lift, Jenny couldn’t keep her hands off me, pulling me into a long, passionate kiss. Likewise, Jack was all over Lorna, groping her tits and kissing her neck. When we got back to the room, we didn’t even notice how close the beds were.
Jack had already ripped his shirt over his head, as he undid his wife’s dress. He had to peel it from her elegant curves, as they kissed fiercely. I whispered that we should use the bathroom for privacy. Jenny just smiled and slipped her dress off her shoulders. We were all drunk enough to have almost no inhibitions. I admit it was really hot, stripping my wife to her underwear in full view of our friends. Not that they paid much attention to us. Lorna lay on top of her husband, kissing him and rubbing her body against him.
Jenny watched Lorna and copied her movements, both couples exploring their partners’ bodies. Before long, we all retreated under the covers. As brazen as we had been that night, we seemed to have reached an impasse. I’m sure Jack and Jenny, being more adventurous, would have no problem fucking in front of another couple. For Lorna and me, on the other hand, it was a step too far. That didn’t stop me from giving Jenny a few orgasms using my fingers. She buried her face into the pillow to muffle her screams. We heard muffled noises from Lorna hinting that Jack was doing similar to her.
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**Jenny**
Waking up with the mother of all hangovers, it took a few moments to remember where I was. I usually slept nude, but was grateful as my eyes finally focused on my surroundings. Carl slept soundly next to me, facing the hotel room door. Laying on my side, I had a clear view of Lorna and Jack’s bed. The memory of what occurred last night began to resurface. Jack was laying with his back to me, only a few feet away.
My heart quickened, as I noticed that he was completely naked. The covers had slipped off his perfectly sculpted back and exquisitely cute arse. The sight made my pussy tingle… my hand slowly found its way into my thong. I imagined that cute, firm arse dripping with sweat. My fingers teased my moist lips, as I imagined making claw marks in that chiselled back. My legs parted to give my hand better access to my clit.
I felt so naughty, fingering myself fantasising about my best friend’s husband. He was so close, I could reach out and touch him if I dared. I was getting wet, imagining Jack’s big cock sliding into me; slamming over and again, hearing him grunting with the effort.
I started squirming, as my fingers caused waves of pleasure to radiate from my pussy. I had to bury my face in a pillow to stifle the moans escaping my lips. The risk of getting caught was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced.
As I brought myself to a long, powerful orgasm, my body went into a spasm. Screaming into the pillow, I drew out every ounce of exquisite pleasure. Finally coming down from the best orgasm I had experienced in a long while, I opened my eyes.
Whilst lost in my own world, Jack had turned over. My eyes hungrily drank in his muscled chest, chiselled abs, and semi-hard cock. Even flaccid, it was impressive, and it looked like it was waking up.
My eyes travelled up his body to his face and my blood ran cold. Jack’s eyes were open and staring right at me. The covers had slipped off me as I fingered my pussy and his eyes roamed over my body. I shivered, as I saw Jack’s hungry expression. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments. I had to stop myself from reaching out to him. Stop myself from slipping over to his bed, and mounting him.
As I thought this, I swear I saw his hand move slowly towards the edge of the bed. Suddenly, Carl’s phone alarm went off and the spell of madness broke. Jack and I jumped out of our skins, and rolled over towards our partners.
The guilt that washed over me was all-consuming, as we got ready. We didn’t talk about last night and just got ready to board the ship. I worried this would impact the amount of time the four of us would spend together. A small part of me also worried about what would happen, if Jack and I spent too much time together.
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**Carl**
This was the first cruise for all of us. Lorna had been able to use a company-exclusive deal to get us two luxury cabins for the three weeks. Our rooms were on opposite sides of the ship, but only a short walk away. The first few days went by quickly, mostly spending the day as couples, exploring the ports we stopped at. Jenny soon got bored with me dragging her to all the museums and art galleries. To make up for it, I joined her in more adventurous activities on the ship, like rock climbing.
We only met up with Lorna and Jack for the occasional meal. Any tension that had occurred from our night in Barcelona was gone. We were able to enjoy each other’s company effortlessly. The third evening meal proved to be a turning point in the holiday, and to some extent, our lives.
The four of us went out for dinner as usual. We sat at a table with another couple, Janet and Frank, who were in their fifties and seasoned cruisers. They seemed very interested in us, and commented that we both made cute couples. The only awkward thing was they seemed to think I was with Lorna and Jenny with Jack.
I guess it was an easy mistake to make. As they joined the table Lorna and I had been deep in conversation about the museums we wanted to see. This left Jack and Jenny to talk about a crazy zip line they wanted to try when we stopped in Greece. We hadn’t realised it, but we had moved our chairs closer together. So it was natural that Frank and Janet would assume we were couples.
When we finally explained the truth, they were surprised. But explained they had a similar arrangement with another couple.
“I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean, what arrangement?” I asked them.
“Well, my darling wife can’t stand the sun you see, so Rose and I like to sunbathe together. Janet and Ron prefer to play cards and get sloshed at the bar. After thirty years of marriage, it’s nice to spend time with other people,” Frank said, with a wink at Jenny.
“Don’t say that Frank, they’ll think we’re swingers!” laughed Janet.
“Oh no, we wouldn’t think that,” Lorna hurriedly said.
“Well, what’s wrong with that? We are, aren’t we? You and Ron sleep together, don’t you? If not, I think we better have a chat,” said Frank, in a jokey fashion.
Janet sat there with an annoyed expression.
“Well, you don’t have to go broadcasting it around the whole bloody ship, you old fool,” Janet said, hitting Frank lightly on the arm.
The rest of the dinner conversation steered clear of any mention of swinging. After dinner, the four of us went to a jazz lounge for a few drinks.
“Hey, have you seen the trips tomorrow? There’s this great art museum, supposed to be very avant-garde,” Lorna said, looking at the ship’s itinerary on her phone.
Jack and Jenny rolled their eyes. I knew they couldn’t think of a worse way to spend a day.
“Here’s an idea, why don’t we go to the museum,” I said to Lorna.
“And Jack and I can go diving, there’s a boat taking people out to a shipwreck,” said Jenny quickly.
I was surprised Jenny had jumped at the idea of swapping partners so readily. I guessed she knew I wasn’t a fan of diving. By the grin on Jack’s face, he was relieved to have another option, but Lorna looked unsure.
“Well, I guess that could be fun, if everyone’s happy,” she said, sharing a concerned look with Jack.
“To be honest honey, you know I’m not into art; you’ll have a much better time with Carl,” Jack said, holding her hand. We all discussed pick-up times and then went to bed early.
Jenny left early the next morning, as the boat for the reef left at sunrise. She kissed me and bounced out of the room wearing a summer dress over her bikini.
I got dressed and headed to Lorna and Jack’s room. When I got there, Jack was just leaving, he said he would look after Jenn.
“I love Lorna to bits, but I’m not good with the arty stuff. I try, but I’m just not into it. You can go in, she’s nearly ready, see you at dinner.” We hugged and he left, leaving the door open.
As I entered the room, I heard the shower and thought Jack had been optimistic when he’d said Lorna was nearly ready. Feeling I should let her know I was there, I walked over to knock on the bathroom door. I could hear Lorna singing, she had a beautiful voice; Jenny and I often liked to hear her sing, as she did the gardening.
As I raised my hand to knock, the door suddenly opened inwards. With steam billowing into the room, Lorna stood before me stark naked. Her flawless, tanned, Mediterranean skin was dripping with water. Her plump tits had dark, erect nipples and her, otherwise bare, pussy had a small landing strip. Her dark eyes were staring at me in shock, and It felt like hours before either of us moved.
“What the fuck, Carl!” Lorna screamed, as she covered herself with her hands and slammed the door.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry Lorna. Jack said to come in because you were nearly ready,” I hurriedly tried to explain.
“Well as you can see, I’m fucking not,” said Lorna, furiously.
“I’m sorry…I’ll go, fuck I’m so sorry,” I said, as I quickly walked to the cabin door.
“Wait,” shouted Lorna.
“Pass me a towel and sit on the sofa. I know it was an accident.” She still sounded pissed, but I gave her a towel through a crack in the door.
There was no singing now, and I sat nervously in silence. What if Lorna told Jack? Would he believe it was an accident? Would I if the roles were reversed? What if she told Jenny?
Thirty agonising minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Lorna walked out in a beautiful sundress that reached just above her knees. Her perfect breasts were barely held by the flowing material. Her dark hair was pulled back in two tight buns. Struggling with a necklace, she walked over to me and turned her back.
“Would you mind, I hate this clasp,” she said casually.
I gently attached the clasp, as her fragrant perfume washed over me.
“Let’s pretend that didn’t happen, okay?” she said sternly, still facing away from me.
“Yes, that’s probably best. You look lovely by the way,” I said, relaxing a bit.
“Better now I’m clothed, you mean?” Lorna said cheekily, turning around and remaining close.
“Now you’ve backed me into a corner, haven’t you,” I said, smiling nervously.
Lorna’s beautiful face broke into a grin, and we headed to the coaches.
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**Jenny**
My heart fluttered as I skipped down to the jetty. Jack had planned to meet at the boat, and I couldn’t wait. As I got to the boat, I was greeted by one of the dive guides. He was in his late forties and immediately creeped me out. When he gave me the customary welcome kiss on each cheek, he lingered too close and clasped my hand.
He smelt of a mix of stale tobacco and kept commenting on how pretty I was and how lovely I smelled. I felt uncomfortable, as I wrenched my hand away. The man didn’t move, and his eyes wandered lecherously over my body.
As Jack arrived, I pulled him close and kissed his cheek. He awkwardly held me, as I whispered in his ear.
“This guy is a creep, please stay close.”
Jack made a show of squeezing my arse and lifting me off of the ground, causing me to let out a squeal. As he put me down, the man’s demeanour changed completely. He left us alone, as we boarded the little boat with twenty others. They were all couples who kept to themselves which was fine with us. Jack kept his arm interlinked with mine and it felt good to feel his strong body against me. As we reached the wreck, the guides dished out the scuba gear and asked about everyone’s experience level.
Jack and I had a lot of experience, and once we checked our gear we got changed. I felt uncomfortable as I pulled my dress off and stood in just my bikini. Jack moved over and blocked the view of the others giving me a bit of privacy. That didn’t stop him from getting a good look himself. I gave him a mock annoyed look, and he had the dignity to look bashful. I made a point of ogling him, as he stripped off his shirt as payback. I wasn’t the only one — all of the women on the boat took note of Jack’s bronzed muscles, as he tried to squeeze into a wetsuit.
I struggled to do mine up, as it barely covered my tits. Jack laughed, as I jumped up and down straining with the zip. I had my chance to laugh as Jack stood up, unaware that his impressive cock made an outline in his wetsuit. He was surprisingly embarrassed when a few of the other women noticed.
After passing a few rudimentary diving tests, the guides let us pretty much explore the wreck on our own. We did three dives in total throughout the day, on the wreck of a fifteenth-century trading ship. I felt a little guilty knowing Carl would have loved it.
I enjoyed Jack’s company more than I thought I would. This was the longest we’d ever been alone together. Surprisingly, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Lunch was a picnic provided by the dive guides, and as we ate, two middle-aged women came to sit with us. They swooned over Jack, asking if he worked out, and how tall he was, I could see it was making him uncomfortable.
“Hey honey, remind me to FaceTime your mum before we leave port tonight. She wanted to see the port before we leave,” I said, entwining our arms and leaning close.
“Oh, sorry, we didn’t realise you were a couple,” said one of the women.
“Yeah, I figured you were siblings or something,” said her friend.
“Well, we’re wearing these,” Jack said, holding up his ring finger.
“Oh, I knew you guys were married but you just act more like siblings,” said the older of the two women.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, feeling strangely angry.
“Nothing, it’s our mistake. When we were your age we couldn’t keep our hands off our husbands. Just thought you to have more of a sibling vibe,” the younger of the women said, staring innocently at me. I noticed the lech of a dive guide watching us curiously.
‘How’s this for a vibe,’ I thought, as I leaned in and kissed Jack. It was supposed to be a peck, lasting only a few seconds to shut the women up. But I couldn’t help myself, Jack was a really good kisser and soon we were slipping in tongues.
When we finally parted, the two women looked at us awkwardly, apologised again and left.
“What the hell was that?” Jack asked quietly, as he wiped some saliva from his mouth.
“I don’t know. I got so pissed off with those bitches and that creep watching. I didn’t want him to think I was single,” I said hurriedly, guilt bubbling up in my stomach.
I had made out with another man for the first time. I had betrayed both Carl and Lorna. A single tear rolled down my cheek, as the thought of what happened hit me.
“Hey, don’t cry. Look it was an accident, you were playing a part. Let’s treat it like acting, I won’t tell Lorna, you don’t tell Carl. We can pretend it never happened,” Carl said, comforting me with a strong hug.
I sat there feeling awful. Because if I was true to myself. I wanted another kiss.
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**Carl**
The coaches were old and tiny. Lorna and I crammed into two seats at the back. Her warm body felt amazing, as she was forced to push up against me. She even had to rest her arm on top of mine, as we only had one armrest.
Due to a road accident, there was a diversion which meant a longer journey on a very bumpy road. Lorna’s tits jiggled with every pothole, threatening to escape her dress. I tried hard not to look, and Lorna kept giggling every time she caught me looking.
Once we made it to the gallery, it wasn’t what we expected. We both liked art, but this was way out of our comfort zones. We found ourselves constantly stifling laughter, as we wandered around, drawing disapproving looks. This only fuelled our laughter. I was surprised at how funny Lorna was, this was the longest we had spent on our own and I’m not ashamed to say, I liked it.
We crammed into a tiny lift at the back of the gallery. Lorna is claustrophobic and it took a lot to convince her to use it. She held my hand in a vicelike grip. When we left the lift, she didn’t let go and I didn’t see a reason to make her. If the ground floor was strange, upstairs was a new level of weirdness.
There was a large TV screen with a video of some performers. They were completely naked and had covered their bodies in paint. They pranced around and rubbed against each other. I know you’re supposed to see past the nudity and search for the meaning, but I was struggling. The performers were all men and women in their twenties and all were very attractive. I was in a room with thirty people effectively watching paint porn. Looking at Lorna’s shocked expression, she was struggling, too. After fifteen minutes of the most surreal shit I had ever seen, we headed out of the gallery. I was, by then, turned on, and felt my palm sweat in Lorna’s hand.
The coach ride back was on smoother roads. Thankfully, Lorna’s tits stayed put; otherwise, I was in danger of exploding. We didn’t hold hands on the bus, but rested them on each other’s lap. It was a natural position in these tight constraints. The hot Mediterranean sun, coupled with bad aircon, made me feel drowsy. Lorna was the first to nod off. Her head rested lightly on my shoulder and I followed soon after and had the most vivid dream.
Lorna and I were laying on her bed. Her flowing dress had ridden up to her waist. My hand slowly stroked her inner thigh, as we kissed passionately. My hand slowly slipped further between her legs. I felt her warmth on my fingers, as I reached her lace-covered pussy. I could feel she was already wet, and took my time gently stroking her thighs. Reaching her pussy, my fingers explored her crevices, and lightly touched her lace-covered lips.
Lorna’s breath became ragged as I teased her, and she wrapped her hand over my cock, straining my boxers. She slid her palm along my shaft, as my fingers pulled aside the lace covering her wet pussy. My fingers expertly navigated her outer labia., stroking and teasing to draw out every pleasurable sensation I could. Lorna broke our kiss, breathing heavily, as my fingers found her swollen clit. I took my time circling it, making her wait for her inevitable orgasm.
Lorna’s hand frantically stroked my hard cock. She couldn’t focus enough to remove it from my boxers. Even so, she tried to give me as much pleasure as she was receiving.
My fingers were soaking wet from her juices, as I circled my fingers around her hard clit. I kissed her neck and felt her orgasm building. Her tits were heaving with her laboured breathing. My cock was so hard. Why didn’t she remove it from my boxers, so I could slide it into her wet pussy?
Suddenly, there was a huge jolt as the coach driver slammed on the brakes. I flew forward and hit the chair in front. Looking over at Lorna, her hair was dishevelled and her tits heaved, as she sucked in great lungfuls of air. Her cleavage was glistening with sweat, and I suddenly realised my right hand was wet. Lorna had her legs clamped shut, as she squirmed slightly. Our eyes locked with a shared expression of fear.
My cock was rock hard as I realised that we had been living out my dream. Had Lorna been dreaming about me, too? I guess it didn’t matter. This was a much bigger deal than me accidentally seeing her naked earlier. We had both cheated on our spouses.
“I don’t know what happened, I was asleep,” I said in a whisper.
“Me, too,” was all Lorna could say.
“We didn’t know what we were doing. It’s like dream cheating, we didn’t mean to do it,” she added quietly, holding my gaze.
I nodded, as I couldn’t think of what to say.
“Let’s just forget it. But I think it’s safer if we keep our hands to ourselves,” she said, as she moved her hand to her lap.
We sat in awkward silence for the rest of the journey. I felt awful that I had ruined one of the best days I’d had in ages.
“You know something? Jenny was right,” Lorna said, breaking the silence. I looked into her dark brown eyes that twinkled mischievously.
“You do have magic hands,” she smiled, and turned to look out of the window.
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**Jenny**
I got back to the ship before Carl, and I had enough time to release some pent-up sexual frustration. I didn’t feel too guilty thinking about Jack, as I stood in the shower, using the shower head to stimulate myself. It was just a fantasy, after all. I did feel funny about the kiss, though. It wasn’t a lust-driven kiss, more like acting a role. But I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed even that small physical connection with Jack.
As I sunbathed on our private balcony, I started to think about Carl and Lorna. Had they had a good day together? They had a lot in common and the four of us shared a similar sense of humour. I wondered how I would feel if Carl told me that they had kissed. I knew I would be upset and no form of explanation would make it better. But then it occurred to me, that it would take away some guilt about kissing Jack. If I knew Lorna and Carl had shared a similar indiscretion, I think it wouldn’t hurt as badly.
My mind dragged up memories of our neighbours and the conversation with Janet and Frank. I sat wondering idly, if I could see Carl and me doing something similar.
When Carl came back, we both debriefed about our day. He seemed to have had a great time with Lorna, which only eased my guilt a little.
I was a little nervous meeting up with Jack and Lorna for dinner. But Lorna’s huge hug as we arrived, soothed my nerves. The only free table was for six, so we were soon joined by another couple. It was swinging Frank from the other night, but he wasn’t with his wife, Janet.
“Nice to see some familiar faces,” Frank said, as he sat down.
He introduced his companion as Rosie, and explained that Janet was with Rosie’s husband, Ron. Throughout dinner, the drinks and conversation flowed freely. Frank was a charmer and a real flirt. He had some wonderful stories and avidly listened to others. Late into the meal, we were all very comfortable, which would probably explain what happened next.
“Can I ask a personal question?” Lorna asked the both of them.
“Fire away my dear, I’m an open book,” Frank said, with a dazzling smile.
“Don’t you get jealous? I mean how do you let your partner be with someone else and not feel jealous?” Lorna was very tipsy, which seemed to give her the courage to ask such a direct question.
“Trust, complete trust. We set rules and trust our partners to follow them completely. Without trust, you get jealous. I won’t lie, the first time was a little awkward, but I think that’s just our age. I wish we had done it younger, really.” Rosie spoke honestly and with conviction.
“See, we don’t talk about what goes on with our other halves. It’s like a separate life. As long as everyone agrees and follows the rules, it can be invigorating,” Frank added, giving Lorna a wink.
“Why do you ask? You thinking of getting into the lifestyle?” Frank asked, with a cheeky grin. Jack spat out his drink, and we all started laughing.
Frank and Rosie excused themselves after the meal, as we headed to a jazz lounge. I couldn’t get the swinging conversation out of my head. We had all drunk a lot already, and my head was swimming.
The guys got us a table, as Lorna and I went to the bathroom to fix our makeup. It was surprisingly empty. Looking in the mirror and fixing my lipstick, I was burning to talk to Lorna. Before I could, she spoke first.
“That Frank’s a wild one, isn’t he? You can see he’s a ladies’ man. What do you think about the whole partner-swapping thing? A bit odd, isn’t it?” I knew Lorna well enough to know she was testing the waters for my reaction.
“Hypothetically, I think people can do what they like. As long as everyone agrees and enjoys it, I think it’s okay,” I said, casually fixing my hair.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. As Rosie said, as long as the four of you all trust each other and follow the rules,” Lorna said, matching my casual tone.
“Is it something you would ever consider? I mean, hypothetically, when you’re older?” I said, trying not to look at Lorna.
“Hard to say. I don’t know if I could start doing it that late, probably better to do it younger when you can enjoy it more.” Lorna knew as I did, that we were presently on shaky ground. She pushed a little more.
“Hypothetically, if you were to do it, what would be your rules?” Lorna asked, as she touched up her eyeliner. I thought for a moment, not wanting to appear that I had already thought about it.
“I don’t know. Don’t talk about what goes on, I guess. No full-blown sex. I don’t think I could handle Carl fucking someone else,” I said, seeing Lorna begin to process what I said.
“So, hypothetically… Foreplay, oral and kissing are all good then? Just no sex?” she asked, staring at me directly in the mirror.
“I mean hypothetically, I guess, I could be fine with that. What about you?” I asked.
“Hypothetically?” she asked, giggling a little.
“Fuck, yes. Let’s assume we are talking hypothetically, so we don’t have to bloody say it every twenty seconds,” I said, laughing, as I sorted out my cleavage.
“Well, I guess that I would be okay with that stuff, if I was doing it, too. I trust Jack and I’m not often jealous, anyway,” Lorna said, turning to me.
“But, I don’t think guys think like us,” she said, sounding more serious.
“Guys wouldn’t want their girl being intimate with another guy, especially a friend. And it would have to be a close friend for me to even consider it. I couldn’t do this with just some random couple off the internet. I’d have to fully trust the girl, like a sister,” Lorna said.
Lorna wasn’t being hypothetical. She looked me dead in the eyes, and I could see she was serious.
“Are we talking about this? Like for real?” I said, nervously.
“I think we are, Jen. You only live once, and none of us has been with many people. Maybe it would be nice to explore, before the only option is someone like Frank,” Lorna said. She laughed at my cringed expression.
At that moment, a couple of women entered the washroom, and used the cubicles. I took a step closer, to within a whispering distance of Lorna.
“I love you like a sister; you do know that, don’t you? I would never want anything to come between us,” I said, clasping my hands over hers. She gave me a huge hug.
“Me too, Jen. Why don’t we sound the guys out? If they aren’t interested, then we can forget the whole thing,” Lorna said, smiling at me.
I tried to think of how I would broach the subject with Carl for the rest of the night.
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**Carl**
When we got back to our room it was clear we were both tired. It had been a long day, and I, for one, was looking forward to bed. I collapsed onto the bed and shut my eyes, unwilling to even undress. Jenny sat at the dresser and began removing her jewellery.
“Was a good night, wasn’t it?” she asked.
I could only grunt, as I slowly started to drift off to sleep
“That Frank’s a character,” Jen said, which roused me a little from sleep. Jack had said the same thing when the girls had gone to the washroom.
“Lorna said something interesting earlier, about Frank and Rosie,” Jenny said. She spoke casually, but I could hear the nerves in her voice.
“Really?” I asked, pretending to still be drowsy.
“She said if there was complete trust, maybe it could be fun to experiment a little,” Jenny said, brushing her blonde hair.
“That surprises me. I didn’t think it would be something she would be into,” I said, trying to still sound disinterested. Jack had guessed the girls were chatting about it in the washroom when we spoke earlier, and I was intrigued.
“Well, she made a point of saying no sex. Just kissing and general foreplay, but yeah, she seemed interested in the concept,” Jen said. I opened my eyes and watched her take off her makeup. I could see her face clearly in the mirror.
“What did you say to that?” I asked, watching her face for a reaction.
“I didn’t say anything really,” Jenny said, as she slipped off her dress and put on her silk nightie. But there was a flicker in the corner of her mouth, that betrayed her. She was a terrible liar.
“Come on, Jen, you must have said something,” I said, as I sat up in bed, letting her know I was invested in the conversation.
“We’ve never discussed anything like that before. Have you never thought about how we have only been with each other?” She flashed a glance at me in the mirror, as she continued brushing her hair.
I thought about letting her hang for a bit. She had started the conversation after all, why should I be the one to go out on a limb? I softened, as I realised that it must have been scary for her, even mentioning anything like this.
“No, we haven’t discussed this before, and I can’t deny I have wondered what it would be like with someone else. But I would never cheat on you, Jen,” I said.
Jen turned around, but looked at the floor.
“I wouldn’t either, not ever, but maybe this is an opportunity for us to see what it’s like. It’s like Rosie said, she has complete trust in everyone involved and sets strict rules. It’s just a thought. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, we can forget the whole thing.” She had a little tear in her eye, as if she thought I would be angry with her.
“I know you wouldn’t cheat, Jen. This is really big, though; I’m not saying I don’t want to, but I’m just scared, I guess,” I said, moving forward to sit on the edge of the bed.
“This isn’t anything to do with our sex life, I love everything we do together. It’s got nothing to do with Jack, either. I mean he’s cute, but if we had any closer friends, I would choose them. For me, it’s about removing the mystery of someone else.” Jen looked at me as she said this, and I believed her.
“What happens now, then?” I asked.
“Lorna and I have a girly breakfast tomorrow to talk about it. She’s talking to Jack tonight,” Jen said, as she stood in front of me. I ran my hands over her silk nightie and pulled her to sit on my knees. Her legs wrapped around me, and we held each other in a tight embrace.
“I love you so, so much,” she whispered into my ear.
“I love you more,” I said, as I kissed her.
The next morning, I woke up alone and with a sore head. Jen had left a note saying she didn’t want to wake me, and was off to breakfast. Remembering the conversation last night, I wondered if I should message Jack. Looking at my phone I decided against it. If he had been against the idea, I wouldn’t know what to say to him.
I lay there for a moment and took stock of everything. I didn’t like the thought of Jen being intimate with Jack. Imagining her stroking his cock, or Jack licking her pussy caused rage to gently bubble inside me. Then I thought about being with Lorna; sucking those amazing tits and using my fingers to cause her to scream in pleasure. My cock hardened a little at the thought. Maybe if I gave Lorna a better time than Jenny had with Jack, I wouldn’t feel so jealous. I enjoyed the competition we had in the same room in Barcelona, maybe something similar could be fun.
Jen came back just as I came out of the shower. She sat me down on the bed and laid out what she and Lorna had discussed. Lorna had spoken to Jack, and both agreed that they were open to the idea of swapping partners. The girls had agreed on some rules and conditions that, if both Jack and I were happy with, then we would swap.
First, and most importantly, there was to be no actual sex. As in no actual penetrative sex, just kissing and foreplay. Second, that we would never discuss what happened and we wouldn’t ask each other about it. Third, that there was a back-out clause, nothing would happen until a pre-approved time.
Jack and I would take the girls out for a meal at separate restaurants tonight to loosen up. Then when we were ready, we would go back to each other’s rooms. Jen and Jack would be in ours and Lorna and I in theirs. At eleven on the dot, we were free to do whatever we wanted with each other, within the rules. At any point before eleven, if we were not completely comfortable, we could ring the other couple’s room, and that would end things.
“What do you think?” Jen asked, holding my hands.
This was the final chance to put an end to this. I thought for a moment, considering everything. The memory of the gallery trip with Lorna flooded my mind. This would be my only opportunity to touch her like that again. I nodded my agreement.
“I need to hear you say it, honey. Would you like to swap partners with Jack and Lorna tonight?” She looked into my eyes and spoke clearly.
“Okay,” I said, holding her in my arms and kissing her tenderly.
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**Jenny**
Carl and I spent the next day swimming and sunbathing. We were very tactile with each other and kept checking to see if the other was okay. I felt nervous about the evening, but also excited. Lorna and I had agreed to avoid seeing each other until the next day, to avoid any awkwardness. We messaged throughout the day, just to make sure no one had second thoughts. At five, Carl left the room to let me get ready. I figured that he didn’t want to see me all dolled up for another guy. He wore a nice suit jacket, and shirt that I had picked out for him, and the aftershave I had bought him for Christmas.
I felt a twinge of jealousy as he left, but was busied with getting ready. After a long, warm bubble bath and a glass of wine, I slipped into my little black dress. I wore my hair up and put subtle makeup on. Standing in front of the mirror, I had to admit I looked sexy as hell. After a quick pep talk and application of lipstick, I was ready.
I had never been ready so early for a date before. I usually kept Carl waiting forever. The nerves were building, and I was grateful for the decision to not do anything before eleven. If it wasn’t for that, I think I would have chickened out right then.
There was a knock on the door, and I opened it for Jack. His six-five, chiselled body was clad in a white shirt, smart jeans and a suit jacket. As he leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, his aftershave nearly made my knees weak.
“You look gorgeous, Jen,” he said, as he handed me a single red rose.
It was a little corny, but I appreciated the gesture and put it in a glass. We linked arms, as we made our way to the steakhouse. Carl and Lorna were going to a seafood place at the other end of the ship. Even though no one could know what Jack and I were doing, I felt like the eyes of the world were on us.
“Are you all right? You’re very quiet,” said Jack, as we waited to be seated.
“Sorry, I’m just nervous I guess. Can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.
“Doing what? I’m just taking a beautiful woman out for dinner. No preconceptions or expectations,” Jack said. Sliding his hand into mine as he spoke, I immediately felt more relaxed.
He had phoned ahead, and we were seated in a romantic, secluded spot. After sharing two bottles of wine and enjoying an amazing meal, I realised something. Looking at this gorgeous, kind, clever man, I realised I could never fall in love with him. He just wasn’t Carl. Maybe this should have made me want to call this off, but, in fact, it made it easier.
Knowing that I wouldn’t fall in love with him, made me more excited. I think the worry that I may fall for him was the source of my anxiety. Knowing this, I could just let myself go crazy and have fun. It was just sex, after all. Well, not sex, obviously, because of the rules.
My hand was on the table, and he stroked it gently, as we leaned in towards each other.
I slipped my foot out of my heels and rubbed it up the inside of his leg. Jack’s eyes bulged, as I slid my naked foot right up to his crotch.
“I think you should remember the rules,” he whispered, with a smile. It wasn’t a scolding but a reminder. I smiled, bit my lip and removed my foot. It was going to be hard to wait until eleven.
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**Carl**
I walked to Lorna’s cabin, feeling nervous. As I knocked on the door, I realised I probably should have brought flowers or something. When she opened the door, I was in shock. She wore a beautiful, low-cut, red holster dress. Her long, wavy black hair was glistening and framed her beautiful face. The cleavage her huge tits created, drew my eyes and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had to let out a little cough to get my attention.
“Jesus, sorry Lorna. Wow, you look amazing,” I said, offering my arm, which she took with a smile. As we walked to the restaurant, I could tell she was nervous.
“I loved spending the day with you at the gallery. I didn’t know you were so into art,” I said, trying to stimulate a conversation and put her at ease.
“Well, I only really took an interest when we moved next door to you. Listening to you mention artists and seeing your work, sort of stirred an interest,” she said. I felt honoured, and a little embarrassed, that I had such an impact on her.
We had a nice table in a quiet part of the restaurant, and the food was amazing. Lorna was so cute and funny; it was easy to be attracted to her. After a few drinks, the flirting was unmistakable. Lorna lent forward with her dazzling smile and kept twiddling her hair, giving me a perfect view of her tits. I felt hot around the collar, and tried my best to not stare. She teased me by lightly stroking her neck, and trying to draw my eyes downwards.
The longer I spent with Lorna, the more I realised how amazing she was. I was surprised she had any interest in me at all, to be honest. We were becoming quite tactile with each other, with stray touches and hand-holding. Looking at the time, it was only nine, and I wished we had set the deadline earlier. Eleven felt like a lifetime away.
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**Jenny**
After the meal, we still had two hours to kill before the deadline. I didn’t want to go back to the room yet, and was thankful when Jack suggested we go for a walk on the upper deck. I wanted to take the opportunity to dance; Carl hated dancing, saying he was too self-conscious. I had been surprised when he danced in Barcelona. Jack had no problem with dancing, and I wanted to feel his hard body against me, in a way that didn’t break the rules.
Thankfully, the ship didn’t just cater for retirees and had a small nightclub. It was only nine o’clock, but the club was busy as it shut down at midnight. We were one of the youngest there, which made me smile. Jack was a great dancer; they say that how you dance, is how you fuck. If true, Lorna was so lucky. He pulled me close, and I found myself grinding all over him. I could feel his huge bulge digging into me, as we moved. He leaned down and nuzzled into my neck. We were getting close to breaking one of the rules. We danced like in Barcelona, but we were in danger of going further. Without our partners’ eyes on us, we were getting carried away and needed to leave.
At ten-thirty, I led Jack back to my cabin. The moment was nearly here, and our resolve crumbled. As soon as the cabin door closed behind us, Jack had me pinned against the door. His strong hands groped my arse, as we kissed passionately. The sexual tension, building since Barcelona, erupted, as we explored each other’s body.
Pinning my arms above my head against the door, he reached between my legs. I parted them, as we kissed, lustfully feeling his hand as it slid up my inner thigh to my already-wet pussy. He growled in appreciation, as he realised I hadn’t worn any underwear, as he rubbed me.
Just then, the cabin phone rang. I pulled my lips from Jack and saw the clock on the wall. My heart sank as it showed ten-forty-five. Despite the insane lust I felt, and Jack’s fingers on my pussy, I knew we had to stop.
“Jack, stop,” I said breathlessly, as he slipped a finger into my pussy causing me to moan loudly.
“Jack, the phone. The phone’s ringing, Jack,” I said, breathing heavily. The phone still rang, and it took a few seconds for Jack to realise, and he pulled his finger out of me.
Breathing heavily, he stared at me hungrily. I walked over to the phone and picked it up, hoping against all hope, that it wasn’t Lorna or Carl.
“Hello, Mrs Walker? This is the concierge desk. I’m afraid your room service will be running a little late,” came a female voice.
“It’s just a wrong number,” I told Jack, as I put the phone down.
“Lie on the bed and I’ll slip into something more comfortable,” I said, walking toward the bathroom.
I half expected him to protest and follow me in, but he was coming to his senses. In the bathroom, I took a deep breath and stared into the mirror. One rule had already been broken, this was already getting out of control. My pussy burned with longing, as I slipped out of my dress. I stood staring into the mirror, in just my black lace bra. I owed it to Lorna and Carl to stay in here until eleven.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun by myself, I thought, as my hand moved to my sopping-wet pussy.
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**Carl**
After dinner, we still had hours to kill before eleven, so Lorna suggested a walk on the top deck. The air was cooling, and I slipped my jacket over her shoulders. Even with the bright lights from the ship, the stars were magnificent; creating a very romantic atmosphere. As we walked, she linked her arms with mine and held my hand. We came to a small, open-air stage area with a covered piano in the middle.
“Is it true you used to play?” Lorna asked, as we walked by.
“Err yeah, a little. I did a bit of busking when I was younger,” I said, as Lorna walked towards the stage.
“Play me something.”
I shook my head.
Please,” she added, when I declined.
Removing the cover, I asked if there was anything, in particular, she wanted to hear.
“Surprise me,” she said, as she sat on the stool next to me.
I started playing ‘Love of My Life’ by Queen. She surprised me by singing to it. I could see she was getting lost in the music, whilst I was lost in her singing. When I finished, I turned to ask if she wanted to hear something else. Lorna looked at me with her big brown eyes and kissed me. It was a slow, sensual kiss. Her hand reached up to my neck, as I placed my hand on her soft thigh squeezing gently. We kissed for a few moments, until we were interrupted by a crewman saying this area was off-limits.
“I think we should go back to mine now,” Lorna said, as she took my hand and led me away.
I felt guilty that we had broken one of the rules. I hadn’t intended to and was worried about what would happen if Jack or Jen got cold feet. It was only a kiss but there was no way to justify it. I wondered if Lorna felt guilty too, but was afraid to ask.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Lorna said quietly, as we neared her cabin door. “But I don’t regret it,” she said, as she led me inside.
The time was ten-thirty and I knew it would be hard to wait for another thirty minutes. I put on some music, and Lorna laid her head on my chest. The sexual tension was palpable, as we waited the long, agonising minutes. Lorna stroked my chest with her fingers, and I responded by running my hand down her side to stroke her thigh. I could feel her body tense at my touch.
“You know we don’t have to do this,” I said, and she lifted her head to look at me.
“You don’t want to?” she asked, earnestly.
“I do, but I understand if you’re having second thoughts,” I said, stroking her shoulder.
“Sorry, I’m… just a little tense, but I do want it,” she said.
“Well, I can help ease the tension with a massage, if you like,” I offered, quietly. Lorna looked into my eyes and nodded.
She rolled off me, sat up, and unclasped her dress from her neck. Holding it close to her chest she lay facedown on the bed. Her tanned back was exposed down to her arse. I lent over to the bedside and squirted some moisturiser into my palm and onto her back causing a little scream.
“God, that’s cold,” she giggled.
Jenny always loved my massages; it was the one thing that was guaranteed to relax her. I sat lightly on Lorna’s legs and went to work, letting my hands glide over her shoulders. Squeezing and kneading her muscles, as I felt Lorna sink into the bed starting to relax instantly. I stroked her neck lightly and ran my hands over her collarbones. Lorna began to moan quietly, as my hands moved off her shoulders and down her sides. I could feel my fingertips brush the sides of her tits, as I moved. There was a small intake of breath, as I slid my hands down to her lower back.
Lorna shifted and shimmied her dress lower down her bum. The top of her large plump arse was revealed, exposing a black thong and two cute dimples. She didn’t say a word, as my hands worked her lower back and grazed her arse. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and her moans increased as my hands glided over her rear. I kneaded her cheeks, sliding my hands under the waistband of her thong.
I looked over at the time and it was ten-forty-five. I felt guilty, knowing this was pushing the rules. So far, I hadn’t done anything too bad, but if Jack was massaging my wife’s arse right then, I would say that broke the rules. I just hoped there wouldn’t be a phone call.
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**Jenny**
When eleven finally arrived, I checked my phone and was relieved there were no missed calls. I thought about Carl and Lorna and what they may be doing. I felt the pangs of jealousy, as I thought about Carl’s magic fingers, and how he would make Lorna scream. It was too late to have second thoughts, though; I had my chance to back out — and my lust for Jack was still there. Looking in the mirror one last time, I took a deep breath and then opened the bathroom door. I stood in the doorway with only my black lace bra covering me.
Jack’s jaw hit the floor, as he ripped the buttons off his shirt and yanked his jeans off. The only way forward, was to let this man give me the best night of my life. Standing in the doorway, I beckoned him with a finger. Jack leapt off the bed, and we stumbled back into the bathroom. He pinned me against a wall again and our mouths devoured each other. One of his hands grasped my neck, pulling my mouth hard into his. The other held my hands above my head again.
I loved his strength and dominance, and I used my leg to pull his body close to me. His hand moved from my neck to grab my tits through my bra. His tongue was in my mouth as his hand slipped lower, squeezing my arse.
Eventually, it settled between my legs rubbing my hot, naked pussy. His technique was nowhere near as refined as Carl’s. He was clumsy and rough, but I liked the difference and my pussy was on fire. I was so turned on, I had my first orgasm within minutes. Jack let go of my hands and yanked his boxers off. His cock was huge, not just long but thick, too. I could feel it against my stomach as he held me close.
Without warning, he grabbed my arse and lifted me off the ground. I cried as he slammed me into the wall. It didn’t hurt, it just shocked me, and then his cock was trapped under my pussy. My wet lips splayed around his thick, hard shaft. He held me against the wall, as he rubbed his cock against me. We were so close to breaking another rule. The most important rule.
“Careful, Jack. Remember the rules, baby,” I whispered in his ear, as he kept sliding his thick cock along my wet lips.
His response was a grunt, as he gave me a deep kiss. With a slight shift of my body, I could have slid him inside me, but I resisted. I wasn’t going to break that rule. I could tell Jack was getting frustrated, and knew that he was desperate to fuck.
“Let me taste you,” I whispered, as I forced him to put me down.
Sinking onto my knees, his big cock bobbed in front of my face. Close up, it looked enormous. I didn’t have a lot of experience with blowjobs, Carl was more into giving than receiving. Reaching out with both hands, I started gently stroking. It was slick with my juices and my hands glided effortlessly.
Pre-cum oozed from its bulbous head and I stuck out my tongue tentatively to lick it clean. Jack closed his eyes, as I licked all over his cock, and noted that he tasted saltier than Carl. The power I felt as I held his cock in my hand was intoxicating. I opened my mouth wide, and sucked on his mushroom tip. He tasted of a mixture of pre-cum and my musky juices. As I relaxed, I started taking more of him in my mouth, giving long strokes in between sucks. Jack grunted, as I serviced his hard dick. Soon, he placed his hands on my head, and started thrusting. I gagged, as his thick cock penetrated my throat roughly.
I had to pull back a few times to breathe. He must have been getting close, as I sucked harder and used my tongue to circle his tip. With a deep, guttural grunt, he began spurting into my mouth. I swallowed as much of the thick liquid as I could, but some, inevitably, spilt from the corners of my mouth.
I idly thought about Carl and Lorna, and what fun they were getting up to. I wasn’t so jealous, seeing that I had done stuff with Jack. Were they finding it as hard to keep within the rules?
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**Carl**
I had been massaging Lorna for fifteen minutes, and stayed away from her ample arse as much as I could. She was dozing now, and I worried I may have shot myself in the foot a bit. Every time I stopped, she would moan for me to keep going.
Suddenly, an alarm rang out. At first, I thought it was the phone. Jack or Jenny ringing to call this off.
“I guess that’s eleven! I’m yours until the morning,” Lorna said, as she rolled over and sat up to give me a long passionate kiss.
“But first I need to pee,” she giggled at my disappointed expression, and slipped off the bed. She ran to the bathroom holding her dress to her chest.
I lay on the bed waiting for Lorna, and my mind drifted to Jenny and Jack. Had they waited ’til eleven? What were they doing right now? I wasn’t as jealous as I thought I would be. I was surprised to hear the shower running and wondered how long I would have to wait to get my hands on Lorna.
“You gonna join me then?” Lorna called from the bathroom.
I sprawled off the bed ripping my shirt and trousers off. I yanked my boxers down, nearly tripping over them. As I entered the bathroom, it was already steamed up.
Lorna was already washing her hair, as I opened the door and squeezed inside. She asked me to wash the soap out of her hair and then turned towards me. She pushed the shower head to the side, and pushed her soft, wet body against me. My back was forced against the cold glass of the shower, as Lorna wrapped her arms around my neck. We shared a long, sensual kiss, and my cock stiffened as our bodies rubbed together. Her hard nipples dug into my chest, and I lent down to suck on one.
Lorna moaned, as I nibbled and sucked her perfect tits and moved to push her up against the tiles. My hand slid down her dripping-wet body to between her thighs. She parted her legs for me, as her hands stroked my back. I gently explored her labia and found her clit. It was already swollen and begging for attention. My mouth left her tits and trailed small kisses down her stomach. I knelt in front of her, as my lips moved south, and Lorna gasped, as I lifted her leg to rest on my shoulder.
Lorna’s breathing increased as I went to work. I loved licking pussy, especially the feeling of control and making a girl squirm. It occurred to me that Lorna was only the second girl I had done this to. I took my time kissing and licking her thighs, and Lorna was already squirming. I gave her pussy a long lick, and she shuddered as I probed with my tongue, licking and sucking on her lips.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Lorna moaned, as she ran her hands through my hair.
She pulled my face firmly into her and ground her pussy in my mouth. I popped her huge clit into my mouth and sucked hard.
“Oh, fuck, Carl, I’m going cum, I’m gonna…oh shit, I’m cumming,” Lorna let out a little yelp, as I felt her body shudder.
My face was pulled into her, as I kept up my assault, her orgasm rolling for ages until she begged me to stop. She pulled me up for a kiss, and she tasted herself in my mouth. Her hands found my stiff cock, and started to give me long, slow strokes.
“Would you mind if I dry my hair before we continue?” Lorna whispered.
“You’re going to leave me hanging after that performance,” I said, kissing her gently.
“If you’re a good boy and let me dry my hair, I promise it will be worth it,” she purred.
Reluctantly I let my cock slip through her fingers and left grabbing a towel to dry off. Walking to the bed, I wondered how Lorna would thank me.
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**Jenny**
If I thought Jack shooting his load in my mouth would tame him a bit– I was sorely mistaken. Once I had swallowed as much cum as I could, he picked me up off the floor like a ragdoll. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he carried me into the bedroom. I was thrown roughly onto the bed, as Jack clambered on top of me. I managed to quickly remove my bra before his body weight pushed me into the mattress.
My legs were splayed wide, and his huge hard cock was rubbing against my pussy again. It felt so good, and I admit I wanted it inside me so badly. But I knew that we couldn’t. Jack was thrusting his cock hard along my lips, splaying them on either side of his shaft. I clawed at his back, as his cock stimulated my clit until another orgasm racked my body.
As I squirmed under his strong body, my body shifted, allowing his huge cock to slide inside me. Despite my wetness, it was so thick it only slipped in the first inch. The stretching feeling felt so good during my orgasm, but I knew it was wrong.
“No, Jack, we mustn’t,” I whispered, as he started pushing his cock in deeper.
“Fuck, no, Jack. Stop. We can’t. Please,” I moaned, as his thick cock stretched my pussy. It felt so good how could I say no? As he began to pull out, I regained my senses and pulled my body back, using my arms on his shoulders to stop him.
“Jack, stop. We’re not doing that. You know we can’t!” I said very sternly. His eyes were hungry and a little dangerous.
“Why not? Do you think they aren’t fucking right now?” he growled. “We both want this, Jen. Tell me you don’t want this,” he asked.
I tried to rub his cock on the outside of my pussy again. I felt a little scared of him at that moment. He was purely a sexual animal at that point.
“I don’t care what they’re doing. We aren’t. I mean it, Jack,” I said, very forcefully.
He seemed to come to his senses a little, but still looked at me with a burning hunger for a few moments.
“Promise me we will next time,” he said.
I didn’t think there would be a next time. I hadn’t given it much thought past tonight. I had assumed this was a one-time thing, and didn’t want to commit without talking to Carl.
“Promise me, Jen, it will happen next time,” he spoke almost desperately, and I didn’t know what else to say.
“Next time, baby, I promise. You can fuck me next time, as hard as you want,” I gently pushed him onto his back.
I didn’t think I could trust Jack, or even myself, if we continued. I felt so guilty and a little scared of Jack right then. We had both cummed tonight, and the fire had dampened. I lay next to him, and we kissed and fondled for a while, as he relaxed. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole experience, as I drifted off to sleep.
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**Carl**
I lay naked on the bed gently stroking my cock as I watched TV. When I heard the hair dryer in the bathroom stop, I sat up and turned the TV off, waiting with anticipation.
Lorna opened the door wearing a white, silk dressing gown. She had nothing on underneath, as her hard nipples were clearly visible. She slowly walked towards me and climbed onto the bed. Her gown was tied loosely, leaving her tits almost fully exposed.
“Thank you for the shower,” she said, giving me a long kiss.
“Now be a good boy and lie back for your reward.” With that, she placed a sleep mask on my eyes.
“Promise to keep this on?” she asked, all I could do was nod.
Lorna began gently massaging my body with lotion, as I had done to her. When she reached my cock, she rubbed it between her palms. I felt her warm hands as she stroked my cock, circling the tip with her finger. She kissed me as she stroked my cock, until it was rock hard. I reached out with my hands to touch her, but she batted me away. I felt her slide on top of me, her huge tits pushing into my chest, as her legs straddled my waist. Gently grinding her body against me as we kissed. I couldn’t help but reach up and stroke her silk-covered back.
My cock was squashed between us, as she rubbed her body against mine. I groped her arse cheeks under her gown helping Lorna’s movements. After a while, she broke our kiss and sat up. I felt her warm wet pussy rubbing directly on my cock. She gyrated her Latin hips in a circular motion, her dripping-wet pussy sliding along the my hard shaft. After a few moments, Lorna moved forward to dangle her tits towards my mouth. My face was enveloped in her cleavage, as a hand grasped my cock. Her dressing gown was completely open, and our bodies slipped over each other.
Lorna raised herself, breaking contact, and after a few short strokes of my cock she slowly slid down my body. Sinking her warm pussy right onto my cock. It slid in effortlessly almost to the base.
“Fuck, Lorna what are you doing?” I gasped, as I ripped off the eye mask.
As I tried to sit up Lorna sank the rest of the way, fully burying me inside her. She gave me a long sensual kiss before answering.
“You think they aren’t fucking, Carl? Jenny is probably bent like a pretzel. Getting pounded by Jack right now,” she said, as she started sliding slowly up and down by shaft.
“No, Lorna we can’t do this, I trust Jenny. We shouldn’t,” I held her body still. My cock was still buried deep inside her. It felt so good, and I was so close. We had already broken the rules, what harm was their finishing off?
“Tell me you don’t want to fuck me, and I’ll get off,” Lorna said with a naughty glint in her eyes as she kissed me again.
It took all my willpower to resist, as I gently pushed her back and lifted her off my cock. It was an excruciating feeling taking her off my cock when I was so close. Lorna looked genuinely hurt, as my cock left her body and I held her close to me.
“We can’t do this Lorna, we promised them,” I said, stroking her back lightly.
“Okay, but promise me something,” she whispered.
“Anything,” I replied.
“Next time, we will,” she sounded so dejected, I didn’t know what to say.
“I promise that if we do this again, I will fuck you properly,” I said, kissing her tenderly.
“You’d better,” she whispered, kissing me back.
Unfortunately, that was the end of our first night together. We spent the rest of the night kissing and caressing each other gently, until we fell asleep. I never even got a full release.
I didn’t know what would happen in the morning. I suddenly dreaded seeing Jenny and wondered what she and Jack had gotten up to. Did I want to do this again? Did I want to do more next time? These were big questions I needed to answer.
To be continued…
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