Convincing our Wives
                        (MF, voy, swap)

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Two guys want to have a wife swapping session, but their wives will
have nothing to do with it.

This story was inspired by one by an anonymous author that I found it
in Kristen's Collection. It was called simply "Wife Swapping".

The original author's solution to the problem was to get both wives so
drunk they didn't know who was fucking them. That struck me as about
as much fun as fucking a blowup sex doll, so I came up with a very
different solution. I have kept the first three sections of the
original story, heavily edited, but the last 70% of the story as it
appears here is my own.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                 **

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So when we got home I tapped Jeff on the shoulder, and signaled that
he should join us in the back seat.

When he slid in she mumbled, "What's this?" but kept kissing me.

I had my right hand up inside her skirt, rubbing her panties, so her
thighs were mostly exposed. Jeff started stroking her there, and again
she didn't say anything. Then he slid his hand up the outside of her
thigh all the way to the edge of her panties. She still didn't say
anything. But when he started running his fingers along the hem of her
panties toward her pussy she pulled her mouth away from mine and said
that we'd better go in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After she came once on my tongue, she mumbled for me to hurry up and
fuck her. I moved up, hovering over her, and asked how she wanted it.

She said, "Just fuck me baby, just put it in and pump."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                 **

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

Erin got home that night, and Jeff dropped by to see me the next
evening. He had hidden his video camera on top of their dresser, and
told me he had video taped them fucking.

He asked if I wanted to see it, and I said, "God, yes!"

He gave me the video tape and I was in a continual state of arousal
for two days waiting for a chance to watch it. Finally, on Wednesday,
Cindy went to the grocery store for some stuff, and I immediately
popped it into the VCR.

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

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

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

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

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

                                 **

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeff grinned insanely, "Just watch me!"

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

"What the hell?" Jeff was thoroughly confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did he tell you that he danced with Cindy?"

Obviously not, judging from the shocked look on her face.

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

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

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

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

"It's not so much that you did it, Jeff, as it is that you tried to
hide it from me."

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

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

"Stay right where you are, both of you, and suffer!"

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

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

"I'm not sure," she pondered, "how long did Jeff and Cindy dance last
time?"

"Oh, not long," I said. "I mean, not long the first time."

Her eyes widened. "They danced more than once?"

"Well, yes."

"How many times?"

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

"That settles it. We're not going back over there yet. In fact, not
for quite a while yet."

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

"Did Jeff dance any slow dances with Cindy?"

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

"How did he hold her?"

"Quite close."

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

Erin turned to me and whispered, "Hold me, quite close."

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

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

"Then they were dancing this close."

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

"And finally, they were dancing this close."

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

"Oh, god," she moaned, "that's enough. I don't want to know any more."

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

I sat down next to Cindy and said, "I think it's time for another
round of drinks."

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

"And now," I said at last, "I'd like to dance with Cindy."

"I thought you'd never ask," she grinned.

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

"What did you say to her to make her so angry?"

"Nothing, I really didn't say anything."

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I, ... Ohh, ... maybe, ... a little, ... I think we made love,
didn't we?"

"We sure did," I grinned.

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

"I thought you two would be dancing."

"Not hardly," Erin griped.

"What's this?" Jeff asked. "You'll dance with Ed, but not with your
own husband?"

"That's right." she glared.

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

"I'll bet you'd love that, wouldn't you," she scowled.

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

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

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

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

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

"CINDY! JEFF! What the FUCK is going on!!"

Erin was right behind me. "JEFF, YOU FUCKING BASTARD, WHAT THE HELL DO
YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

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

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

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

"Guys," Cindy threw in, "quiet down. I think we'd better get out of
here before we get thrown out."

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

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

"You're damn right I am," Erin shot back.

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

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

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

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

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

"Not much, but I could guess."

"He had his hand up inside her skirt, like this. ... only farther."

"How much farther?"

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

"Do you suppose he was rubbing her?"

"I don't know, he might have been," I responded, suiting action to
words.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, I'll bet he was! OH, YEAH!"

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

"Do you think they're suffering the way we did?" I asked.

"I doubt it. They're probably just both sitting there aching for
another chance to do it again."

"What are we going to do to make them really suffer?"

"I don't know. ... Oh, wait," she added, "how about if we do some
moaning and heavy breathing?"

"That's a great idea," I enthused, "almost as good as the one I was
coming up with."

"Well, don't keep me waiting. What's your idea."

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

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, that would really do it, wouldn't it?"

"We're almost home. Why don't we do just a bit of your idea until we
get there."

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

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

"Now what?" she breathed.

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

She looked sidelong at me and whispered, "I don't mind."

"You don't mind pretending," I asked, "or you don't mind acting out?"

"Either," she said with a little shudder.

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

"Yes, that's very likely," I agreed, bending down to meet her lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me unhook it," she panted.

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

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

"Oh, no! God, I wish you didn't have to do that."

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

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

"No, I ... of course ... I ... oh, I ... no, I couldn't ... even
though ... Oh, Ed, I wish you hadn't said that!"

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

"You better believe it!"

"So can we pretend I never said it?"

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

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

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

"Evening's entertainment is over," I announced, "time for bed."

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

                                 **

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want it ..." she moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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