WARNING this story has material that some may find offensive. It contains language and sexual references. If you are not of the age to read such material please go no further.

Hi everyone, it’s good to be back writing again, winter has taken a turn for the worst here in NZ…wet, windy and cold…but on the bright side we are heading toward summer and hopefully lots of sailing, wine and BBQ’s

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CHAPTER 1

The transition had gone smoothly…perhaps a little too smoothly as it turned out.

Steve…my husband had applied for a position with another company some two hundred miles from where we lived. The advert certainly made it sound exciting and worth making an application for.

He managed to be successful on the first interview and could not contain his excitement when they said he had to attend a second interview and that his wife was to accompany him also.

Now I was nervous…I hated interviews and worried in case he failed to get the position. I would ask myself was it my fault…did I contribute to his not being accepted.

“Nonsense Laura you’ll be just fine, I mean what’s not to like about you” he said assuring me all was going to be well and then went on to list all my physical attributes.

“I don’t think they want to interview me for my body sweetheart” I replied

How wrong could I be, they’d already interviewed Steve and he was a great looking guy, plus he had all the academic qualifications that were also needed? Now they wanted to see if the wife could compliment the package…they needed a twosome.

We spent three days jumping through hoops and I had to say some of the questions were a little personal…especially about our sex life. I wondered what our sex life had to do with him getting or not getting the position…I just shrugged it off…must be some kind of psychological thing

I tried to be up front and honest with them…I felt it the best thing to do. If they found out I’d been hiding something or lying, well that might be even worse. Steve had wondered about that part of the questioning as well…but hey they knew what they were doing…I think.

Sure Steve and I had been part of the swingers, we’d had different partners at times but nothing in the last three years since we had married.

We were more than a little surprised but also excited when he got the call to say he was being offered the position.

“Well I guess I didn’t flunk it after all” I said with relief.

We spent some time looking at property in our new location.

“I have just the thing for you” The agent said to us

When we saw it, he was right…it was beautiful, talk about location, location, location. It was our dream home. I suppose it would be called an estate, but a security estate.

“Chelmsford Grove” said the sign as we entered. No concrete, tar seal roading here, I’ll have you know, all neat paving stone and matching walkway.

There was just one tiny little problem…we couldn’t possibly afford it.

“Hmm well let me make a few phone call…I’m sure we can do something for you” said the agent.

“What you have a money tree is that it” we asked

“No…no, not at all…is your house on the market?” he asked

“Not yet, but it will be just as soon as we get back” we replied

“Leave it all to me…I think I’ll be able to organize the sale of your house and then you’ll be in a position to purchase your new home” he said “I’ll give you a call in a couple of days”

Steve and I couldn’t believe it. It sounded too good to be true and you know what they say…if it sounds too good…. then it probably is.

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The board sat discussing the new couple.

“Well they look like the type of people we are looking for don’t you think?” said Simon Pearce… chairman.

“I agree Simon, they appear to be the best we have interviewed so far” replied Angela Goodyear.

“Having been a swinging couple is a bonus…I know they have only been married a couple or three years…but they just might be tempted to revisit those times again…make our job a lot easier” said Jason Mason.

“Then we are all agreed we press ahead and make the house deal work…get them into “Chelmsford Grove,” from there on Andrew and Rebecca can take over…if anyone can pull this off they can” said Simon Pearce.

All heads nodded agreement and the first phase was set in motion.

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“It’s what…say that again?” I said, hardly able to contain my excitement.

“But that is just wonderful…how did you manage that…no, no come straight over, we’re both here now” I hung up and told Steve the news.

“You’re never going to believe this…but the agent has sold our house and wants to come over with a contract…one for the sale of here and one for the purchase in Langburough…god that was quick”

“Yes…yes it does seem quick” said Steve thoughtfully

“Oh come on sweetheart show a bit of enthusiasm…it looks like it all done”

Steve gave a little smile but still seemed a little reluctant to join in my enthusiasm.

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We thought no more about the sale of the house and how easy it had been…it was sold and we were on the move; as far as we were concerned that was it. We couldn’t contain our excitement moving in to our new home. The neighbours were so friendly, making sure to greet us and to bring over a meal.

“I’m sure you don’t want to start and cook just yet my dear…we thought you might like this…I’m Rebecca Stevens by the way” said Rebecca, introducing herself and some of the others who had joined her in the welcoming committee.

“Oh god that looks divine and you’re right I didn’t fancy starting on a meal right now…thanks Rebecca…and I’m Laura and this is Steve my husband” I replied.

There was a flurry of handshakes and introductions then they all left with a promise from Rebecca that the neighborhood would have a social get together later.

“Well they seem nice people…it seems a nice neighborhood…don’t you agree Steve?”

For the first time he was enthusiastic and it showed.

It didn’t take long to set the house up to become home; mind there wasn’t a great abundance of furniture and furnishing to put up.

Over the next few days Rebecca and husband Andrew were regular visitors…they were a handsome couple…I’d say he was perhaps forty or late forties…she mid to late thirties early forties…mind I’m hopeless with peoples ages. Andrew was one of those rugged handsome outdoor kinda guys…keen on his fitness… out jogging each morning as so was Rebecca…. Mmmm he had my attention. She was just as attractive, slim, long shapely legs and a brunette…features that had not gone unnoticed by Steve.

“She seems very nice” he said casually.

“Yes I noticed you were taking particular attention in her” I said laughing and throwing the tea towel at him. This led to Steve chasing me around the kitchen…some girlish squealing, he catching me…some light kissing…followed by passionate kissing and heavy breathing…my jeans and panties being removed…courtesy Steve and full use being made of the kitchen table. Just as well our next-door neighbor didn’t come calling just then…spontaneous sex can be a wonderful thing.

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It was a full get to know the neighbours day, all organized by Rebecca and Andrew. Steve and I were realizing they and in particular Rebecca were the ones in charge of the neighborhood…saw herself as the mayoress you might say.

The food and drink was great…best of all I didn’t have to prepare any of it…something about BBQ’s, so informal and easy to get to know people. One thing I did notice and Steve confirmed it also was the guy’s taking particular interest in me and the women in Steve…asking probing, rather personal questions…similar to the job interview…I shrugged it off and thought it must be a thing in this part of the woods.

There was quite a bit of touchy feely going on and not one spouse to another…but different husbands being a little familiar with different wives. I felt a hand or two brush my ass…but trying to ascertain who had done it was impossible, when I turned to see who it was all I saw was impassive male faces, looking oh so innocent.

Steve and I were one of the last to leave; after all we had been the guests of honor and thought it may be a little rude leaving early.

“Hope you enjoyed yourselves” Rebecca said as we were leaving “We’re a close community here, enjoy getting together like this…we enjoy doing things together, have a few parties and some good times…life’s too short not to enjoy it…hope you can join in some time” she added.

“Oh I’m sure we can Rebecca…I’m sure Steve and I would love to be part of the neighborhood…we’ve enjoyed every moment so far” I replied.

There was a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face as she appraised Steve then said

“Oh I hope you do Laura…I really hope you do” I

I received a kiss on both cheeks, as did Steve…but the kiss she gave Steve had more intensity to it than the one she gave me. It wasn’t the kiss for Steve, it was the mischievous twinkle in her eye toward me as she left saying “You and I really must catch up Laura…don’t you think?”

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Steve commenced his job and we soon discovered that most if not all the neighborhood worked for the same plant in one form or another…now what were the chances of that. I know it was a big supplier of jobs in the area…but there were other plants, with just as big reputations…you’d think that a couple or three would work elsewhere.

Being our immediate neighbours Rebecca was a frequent visitor to our house. She showed me around, which stores they all used and which coffee bars and restaurants they all visited…morning coffee with the girls was becoming a habit and I was starting to settle into this new life style.

There were times when I felt sure I wasn’t supposed to hear part of the conversation a little slip here and there.

“Your Jason was really good…” the conversation ending abruptly, all eyes blazing at the woman who had spoken, she realized she had said a little too much… I wasn’t part of that particular group…yet. It wasn’t just that one time it was a few times. I guess it’s easy to talk to one another to feel comfortable and then have to pull up sharp and remind yourself there is a stranger or newcomer to the group who knows nothing about the groups activities.

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It was a beautiful warm clear night; the day had been hot and just as clear, bright blue skies. We’d organized a BBQ and had invited the neighbours, after all we wanted to return the favour, they had been so good to us and it was just a small way of saying thanks.

The invite had been turned down by all of them. Each seemed a little awkward and embarrassed in doing so. Steve and I asking the question “Just what is going on around here…we seem to be accepted but on the other hand not quite accepted”

Oh well?

We had our own BBQ…the stakes were just right…done only as Steve can do them…the wine was good, we lay in each others arms, drinking wine and gazing up at the stars…. Steve’s hand was gently stroking my thigh…. when I slid my hand down his shorts I felt his hard manhood and we both decided it was time for bed.

The bonking was great; I guess we were both worked up and in the grove together. I snuggled up close to Steve…feeling secure in his arms. The moon and stars shone bright through the windows and we slowly drifted off to sleep…content in our own well being.

I think we both woke at the same time…the orange digits on the clock said 12.30am and the sound of music and laughter drifted through our open window. A naked Steve wrapped a sheet around himself and peered though the glass.

“God there’s a party in full swing at the Harrison’s” He declared.

So that’s why no one had accepted our invitation. We both felt a little upset and some resentment that we had not been invited to the Harrison’s party…why? We asked ourselves.

Steve sat by the window giving me a running commentary as to what was happening….I couldn’t contain myself any longer and joined him in being a nosey neighbour.

The whole house was lit up like some giant liner at sea. Music, screams of delight and laughter emanating from the residence. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to complain about the noise, apart from ourselves everybody else was at the party making it.

“Well they sure seem to be having a good time” said Steve with a touch of jealousy and resentment in his voice.

“Well for some reason we’re not part of the group yet…maybe it’s a time thing…you know, got to prove yourself or something?” I replied…trying to fathom the reason why we had not been invited to the party. I thought we had been settling in quite well. Although the guilty looks I saw on their faces at times when I was with them on our coffee mornings kept niggling at the back of my mind.

“I’m going back to bed darling” I said, leaving him to carry on his vigil.

I was in a state of semi sleep…you know asleep but not quite asleep

“Well would you look at that…now that is something” Steve’s voice bringing me instantly back from the brink of sleep.

“Eh…what…what are you talking about?”

“There…out there…just look at that” he said. Indicating in the direction of the party.

The music, voices and laughter were still going, but some voices seemed a little nearer.

I clambered out of bed and stood beside him, the lace curtains hiding the two peeping toms from view…perhaps two nosey people is a better description.

“God…what…” I gasped. There were three couples locked in a passionate embrace. The female skirts were up around their wastes…male hands grabbing and squeezing soft buttocks… and the music and laughter continued inside.

Now it wasn’t the passionate embracing or the touchy, feely that got us, we were very liberated in that field, it was the fact that none of them were with their usual partner or spouse. Harry Bloomfield was with Julia Timms. Each couple was with someone else. Then the embracing stopped and the couples started to walk away from the house and the party, arms locked around each other, stopping every few steps to passionately embrace…they were making for the male partners house.

I looked at Steve and he at me…our mouths wide open.

“God it’s” me

Yes it’s…” he

“No surely it can’t be” me.

“Yes it’s” he

“It’s a wife swap party” we both declared together, our attention turning back toward the house and party.

“So that’s why we weren’t invited…they swap partners at the party…now it all makes sense…the coffee morning phumpars…almost giving themselves away”

“Well how about that?” said Steve

I slipped my arms around Steve, felt the warmth of his body against mine. He turned toward me slid his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I felt his hard manhood pressed against me and pulsating.

“God it’s got you all worked up…you horny bastard” I said smiling at him.

“No…you have” he replied, twisting me around and pushing me face down over the edge of the bed.

He was hot, horny and ready to go. His hands grabbed my hips pulling my ass up a little…his legs pushed between mine and spreading them he entered me.

“Ohhh…god Steve!” I gasped “God you’re big and hard tonight…what’s gotten into you…the party really has got you fired up hasn’t it?”

His hips and ass were already pounding and thumping, pile driving his cock into me. The bed shook and the sound of flesh, smacking against flesh.

My hands gripped the bed sheets tight as I held on…feeling every stroke…my voice a little distorted as he thrust inside me.

“Oh—god—Steve—you’re--like—an—animal” I said.

“Yeah that’s what you do to me sweetheart…turn me into an animal” his reply.

Before we were married we’d been part of the swingers group. The parties, the pairing off, waking up the following morning with a severely bad head along side some guy who the night before I’d thought was my knight in shining armour…only the following morning it never seemed the same…. always swearing that was the last time, but of course it never was. Once the drink started flowing and the music and the flirting and groping and before long I was in bed with another guy and Steve was in another with some other woman. Then we decided to get married and we became more domesticated.

“It’s brought back memories…hasn’t it?”

“No…no…I swear honey…it’s you who gets me all horny” he said.

“Which of the wives do you think I am just now?”

“Just you sweetheart…just you” he declared, eyes closed, hips and ass still swaying at a steady rhythm.

I knew different. I knew what he had witnessed had started him thinking about the good old days and right now he was longing to be part of that party, but who was it he was fantasying about?

He took one last full and deep thrust, flung himself on top of me and came. I felt his cock pulsate inside me…three pulses…three shots of his cum. He’d gone at it like a meteorite…burning fast and furious. Normally our lovemaking lasted much, much longer…but not this time…the thought of what was happening over the road had him all fired up. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he panted hard and heavy, trying to catch his breath…he rolled over on his back, beside me…giving one last sigh.

“Oh god…phew…that was good” he said, his hand now gently cupping my buttock.

I hadn’t been pulverized like that in a long time. I knew his thoughts were on the past…the question was. Did he want to be part of it again?

I didn’t bring the subject up again that night. We settled down and snuggled up to each other…sleep eventually enveloping us. When I awoke the sun was up and streaming through the window…. Steve was up and the aroma of coffee permeated the air. I rolled on my side and stared out side, my thoughts on last night. The party, the couples and Steve and I. My own thoughts now returning to those by gone days…names from that past returning, Michael…Johnny, Brad, Ginger Morgan and oh yes Ron Benson. How could I forget them all…god every one of them had fucked me and fucked me good. For every guy I could think of, Steve could put up a female name. Times we’d lain on the beach and he’d watched the guys screw me and like wise vice versa.

The sound of his voice brought me back to the present. “There you are honey…a nice cuppa coffee” he said, handing me my morning lifesaver.

“Whow…that was really something last night eh? Who would have thought it?” he said

I took a sip of coffee and eyed him over the brim of the cup. “Yes it was really something and you’re right who would have thought it?” I replied.

He walked to the window and stood looking forlornly out. His thoughts were obviously going back to last night.

“Do you miss those days honey?” I asked

He turned back to me and with a dismissive gesture said “Oh god no…no…that was then” but somehow it just didn’t ring true. He dived between the sheets…took the half empty cup from my hand, placed a warm hand on my thigh and with a huge grin said “Now…what are we going to do today”

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“Oh god I do hope the neighborhood didn’t keep you awake last night my darling?” said Rebecca as we all sat and sipped our mid morning latte’s. Rebecca and Andrew had come over to offer an apology for the previous evening.

“Well yes…we um did wonder what all the frivolity was about…it all seemed to go quite…um…er… swingingly” replied Steve, looking at me as he spoke. Rebecca immediately picked up on our look.

“Oh dear…well you’ve cottoned on to our little secret I guess…we weren’t very discrete were we?” she said, “I hope you guys don’t think too badly of us?” she added.

“No, no we’re all grown up consenting adults…what we do in the privacy of our homes etc, etc” I replied

“I don’t suppose we could temp you two along to one of our little parties could we?” she said, looking at me with that twinkle in her eye.

I hesitated in my reply looked at Steve for guidance, got no response and replied with a shake of my head. “Oh no…no…not us I’m afraid”

The smile she gave me told me she didn’t believe a word of what I had just said.

“Oh well you guys give it some thought…talk it over…you’re both welcome to join us, if you feel uncomfortable in a large group, we could just do it amongst the four of us at first” she replied, then promptly changed the conversation.

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The invitation had put the spark to the tinder. Igniting our thoughts…thoughts we both considered had long been extinguished. In fact if it hadn’t been for the party the night before they probably would have remained extinguished.

We both seemed to know what each was thinking, our minds mulling over Rebecca’s invitation. Neither wanting to put it into words…what do you think honey, should we? The question remained unanswered each waiting for the other to be the first.

The next party was not for another couple of weeks. Rebecca was continuing to drop by for a morning coffee and a friendly chat. “Have you and Steve thought any more about…you know what?” not directly saying the words wife swap party.

“Oh er no I don’t know…I’m not sure it’s us really” I replied, but somehow my answer never sounded like a firm no…always bordering on the “Well it might just be possible” Rebecca always smiled a knowing smile, just a question of time.

“As I’ve said…if you feel a little challenged by being in a large crowd to start with, we could just have a private little get together…you…Steve and Andrew, across at our place…. we have a nice big welcoming bed…that is if Steve finds me attractive enough…I mean I am older than him aren’t I…perhaps he prefers the younger woman?”

“Oh no…no I know he finds you attractive he’s said so himself” I blurted out…then realized my mistake…I’d said it with out thinking, trying to reassure Rebecca that is was not an age thing.

She smiled “That’s good to know Laura” she said, then added “And what about Andrew…do you find him attractive”

“Why yes…yes of course I do…he’s very…he’s very….”

“Sexy…is that the word you’re looking for?”

He was sexy…a very handsome and attractive man, probably twenty years older than me, but whow! What woman would not be attracted to him, he really worked on keeping himself fit and healthy looking.

I felt a flush come to my cheeks, I was saying all the wrong things…or were they the right things. I felt trapped, I rose and carried the empty coffee mugs to the sink followed by Rebecca…she took hold of my hand. “And me what do you think about me…do you think I’m attractive?”

I felt my heart start to pump faster “Of course I do Rebecca…I mean…just look at you…you’re…you’re drop dead gorgeous” I replied a blush on my cheeks “What man wouldn’t find you attractive”

Her eyes sparkled full of mischief and she smiled…then her hand reached out and cupped my breast, gently squeezing it…not heavy and harsh like a man…but soft and gentle….I felt my nipple harden at her touch

“I wasn’t referring to men my love…I asked how do you feel” her hand continuing to hold and squeeze. My heart continued to thump in my chest…I needed to breath get some air. She continued to look at me, those laughing sparkling, hypnotic eyes. I could not move or break away, like some animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car…I froze, heart pounding. Her face moved closer to my face, her eyes never leaving my eyes, closer and closer. Our lips touching, they were so soft and warm. Her tongue just protruding and running along the edge of my lips. With one hand continuing to massage my breast, her other hand held the back of my neck and her mouth opened up and began kissing me with a passion…tongue delving deep into my mouth. My heart would not stop pounding, thump, thump, thump. When we did break away I was gasping for air…I couldn’t get my breath. Rebecca continued to smile, but her smile had a different meaning this time, there was lust in her eyes…her hands working feverously at the buttons on my blouse…one…two…three…four. Her fingers continued popping them one at a time.

“No…no Rebecca please…no…oh god this is happening all too fast” Her only response was to hold my face in her hands and kiss me fully on the lips once more with a fierce passion.

“Where’s your bedroom…. take me to your bedroom” she panted, taking hold of my hand and dragging me toward the stairs leading upward.

I dragged behind, like some spoilt child, protesting that this was not right…we shouldn’t be doing this.

“Nonsense my love…it’s precisely what we should be doing”

At the sound of the door bell we stopped dead in our tracks, for the first time I saw annoyance and anger in her face…who dared to interfere or interrupt her right now…the moment of her victory. Then the smile returned, as did the glint in her eyes.

“Leave it honey…it won’t be important…they can come back…come on” she said, leading me upward.

The bell rang again, this time accompanied by loud knocking…it sounded urgent.

“Damn…damn…damn” she declared. “Better see who it is…get rid of them…and darling, better do up your blouse” a smile spreading over her face.

I quickly did up my buttons and ran my fingers through my hair, then a quick look in the mirror and I opened the door.

It was Juliet…Juliet Downs.

“Oh god thank goodness, is Rebecca here…I’ve been trying to contact her” she declared and urgency in her voice.

“What’s wrong…what’s happened?”

Rebecca heard Juliet calling her name came quickly to the door and asked the same question.

“Oh thank god I found you…its Jason Burroughs, he’s on his way here today…not next week but today…we’ll have to inform everyone” she gasped

Rebecca suddenly looked all business like and serious…any ideas about getting me up stairs had vanished…I don’t know if I was relieved or disappointed…perhaps a little of both.

“Right, go over to my place and start getting everything in place…inform as many as you can…get them here…I’ll be right over” she said calmly…like a general organizing his or her troops. When Juliet had gone, she turned her attention to me. Brushing my hair to one side, then running her hand through it before gently and lovingly caressing my cheek. She held me close and once more I felt her full warm lips, passionately kissing mine.

“Darling we have so much to look forward to…you and I…you’re such a beautiful woman…I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, we’ll catch up later, won’t we my love”

I leaned back against the wall, closed my eyes and with barely more than a whisper and a defeated sigh said

“Yes” then she was gone.

Back in the kitchen I downed two glasses of water, supporting myself against the bench top. My legs were weak and my whole body trembled.

God I couldn’t believe it…it was all a dream…tell me it was a dream. I’d never kissed or been kissed by a woman before…not until today by Rebecca.

I’m not…tell me I’m not…I dare not even say the word…Lesbian. The thought of being with another woman sexually had revolted me…but now…today I was being led upstairs to our bedroom. Oh I could kid myself and make all the excuses I liked…but I know I would have gone with her and…and…and. Images of our two naked bodies together in bed flashed before my eyes and then I said the words “God I’m a Lesbian”

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Through the front room window I watched the black limo pull to a stop outside Rebecca’s. There had been a flurry of activity after the announcement that this guy Jason Burroughs was coming. Most of the other wives had made their way there and were inside awaiting his arrival.

The chauffer quickly made for the rear door of the car and stood erect as the tall well-dressed man alighted the vehicle. He was a good-looking guy, tall and carried himself well.

Rebecca rushed forward to great him and they embraced…with kisses on both cheeks, then smiling and laughing vanished inside. It was a good hour before Rebecca escorted him back to his car…then he was gone…but my interest and curiosity wasn’t

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Rebecca’s naked body felt warm and comforting next to mine as we held each other tight…her kisses were soft and sweet, like honey. Her hands ran delicately over my body’s contours as she explored every crevice. Long fingers pushed and poked inside me, my pussy wet from my own body fluid. My heart pounds like a thousand jackhammers sending blood crashing through my brain. I sigh, moan and purr under her attention.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” I sit up and I hear Steve say, “What’s up sweetheart, having a bad dream”

“Eh…oh yes…just a dream” I reply, but it seemed so real. I also realize Steve is no longer next to me in bed, but sitting in the chair peering out the window. It was the night of another Wife Swap…I’d taken a sleeping pill and gone to bed…determined to sleep through it. Steve had not and was now watching the entertainment coming from the house opposite. We had no lights on and he sat in the dark…naked.

I studied him for a moment or two then asked “Do you wish you were there joining in honey” There was a moment’s silence and he nodded “Yes…actually I do” at last, he’d admitted it.

“I bet you’ve got a hard on” I said

He rose up out of the chair and I could make out the silhouette form of his body and the hard erection he harboured.

“I think I should have a word with Rebecca tomorrow honey…don’t you?” I said

He slowly nodded saying “Yes, I think you should…I think you need to” then he strode toward the bed, flung back the sheet and stared at my naked form, stroking his erection.

I raised my knees and spread my legs for him. He nestled between them and I took hold of his hard cock and guided him in. I gave a long soft sigh “Ahhhhh”

He was soon into a rhythm, his ass rising and falling and his cock thrusting inward. I realized that after I’d been to see Rebecca things would all change, there would be many different men with many different cocks inside me, not just Steve’s. I moved my hands from the small of his back down and over his beautiful ass. He had the nicest of butts, just one of the things I liked about him…his buttocks were firm but soft and smooth. I held them tight and my body arched upward to meet with his inward thrusting, our bodies moving together in unison. Soon it would be some other guys’ butt I held and squeezed. When his motion stopped I knew he was cuming and I squeezed those buttocks real hard, just like squeezing the last drop out of a tube of toothpaste.

“Now you’re sure about this honey?” I asked

“Yes…yes I’m sure” he replied.

The decision had been made; tomorrow I would go and see Rebecca…our future would be in her hands. Who would I be in bed with next? And Rebecca what about her, I knew I had a date with destiny with her.

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In the next installment we eventually join the “Wife Swap” club but not without a few hick ups at the start and who is this mystery man Jason Burroughs. Rebecca and I? Well just wait and see.

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Happy reading everybody

Lisa

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