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Convincing Our Wives
By Shattims (shattims@yahoo.com)

*** 

The story premise is that two guys who want to have a 
wife swapping session, but their wives won't have 
anything to do with it. (MF, couples, reluc, wife-
swapping)

***

NOTE: This story was inspired by one by an anonymous 
author that was called simply "Wife Swapping". I found 
it in directory 6 (/~Kristen/06/
swapping.txt).

***

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 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. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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