Marie and I were in the back seat of the car. Her husband, Bob, was driving and my heavily pregnant, wife, Jane, in the passenger seat, was paying her usual diligence to the road ahead.
"Bob, Pat's got my boobs out."
They were quality boobs, too, belonging to a slim, willowy body, set off by shoulder length hair, naturally blonde, slightly greying. But their crowning glory was her nipples, each of which grew long and hard at the slightest provocation.
Jane swiveled her head, looked and laughed.
"He's horny for you Marie," she chuckled, "you've been holding out on him."
This was true. I had briefly fucked Marie, once, at the end of a long night at the club, when she relented to her husband's urging, but I had drunk too much by then and my stamina ran out. Just the empty condom remained as evidence of our incomplete consummation, hanging half out of her labia like a becalmed wind balloon.
Still, I took great pleasure in knowing I was her first extramarital playmate. Bob had invested a lot of time and energy to persuade her to even attend a swingers' club. Marie was keen to keep her younger husband happy, and eventually relented while asserting, "No promises!"
The four of us had met as couples via a dating website that included a section for sexual hookups. We lived quite close to each other, and after an initial meeting over coffee where we all seemed to hit it off well - both ladies were slim to medium and the boys both well toned - and made a date for a night at a club in the city.
[A dirty little secret of swinging is that we men really need our wives/partners to willingly get down and dirty with other men so we can broaden the selection of women available to us, but you didn't hear that from me, OK?]
Meanwhile, in the car, Bob adjusted the rear view mirror to get a better look.
"Good on ya, Pat. Great nipples, aren't they!"
Well, my mouth was full, but I grunted my assent. Marie was stroking my hair, gently cuddling me to her chest.
All too soon, the restaurant was upon us, Marie tidied up, and we went inside to eat.
Midway through the meal, I rose and went to find the Men's. Once inside, Bob appeared at my shoulder.
"I don't know what's got into her, but she's determined to fuck you tonight, Pat. When we get back to your place, just take charge. She won't resist."
Sometimes in life, Christmas does come early!
Bob and I arrived back at the table, grinning. Marie looked at her husband, inquiringly, knowingly.
"Did you tell him?"
"I did."
"Oh, goody."
Jane possessed the teachers' talent of an all-encompassing gaze.
"Tell him what?" She demanded of all three of us.
"I'm going to fuck your husband tonight," Marie replied, looking directly at Jane before suddenly looking around guiltily, worried someone overheard. No-one did, by the looks of it.
Jane laughed.
"That was obvious from the moment you walked in the door."
I jokingly complained to Jane that she could have told me, but she just called me stupid man, a fairly common occurrence in our household. All good fun, until the day arrived when she genuinely meant it. Never mind. Shit happens.
Marie and I were seated side by side. I whispered into her ear.
"Take your panties off before we go back to the car."
With a sexy little giggle, she whispered back she wasn't wearing any and I should have found that out on the way to dinner. Fair cop, but in my defence I was busy with her gorgeous tits and nipples.
The meat and drink consumed and the bill paid, we began to make our way to the exit. As we passed by the table next to ours, the lady who had been seated closest to Marie whispered loudly, "Have fun, you two."
And that whole table erupted with raucous laughter while other customers looked on, bemused and curious.
Oh dear, our poor women. Talk about the walk of shame! Once out in the street, though, we all burst into laughter.
Back at the car, we resumed the same seating arrangement and began the short hop home. After a long kiss, I was about to resume my attention to Marie's breasts when she surprised me by bending over and down, unzipping my fly and taking my rapidly hardening penis into her mouth.
This was a first. Marie had always resisted blowing another man's cock, according to Bob. She had not allowed me oral sex in our one previous encounter in the club, but here she was throwing caution to the wind.
When Bob, keeping a close eye on his rear vision mirror, realised what was going on, he spontaneously voiced his approval, while Jane turned her head towards us and happily chortled at the view.
I relaxed and enjoyed the delicious feeling of my cock being treated like it was a lollipop, lovingly, insistently, alternately licked and sucked, with an occasional deep dive, so deep her lips pressed into my groin.
Part of me wanted the journey to last forever; another part wanted it to end so we could fuck.
The car finally pulled into our driveway and stopped. Marie looked up and said, softly, as though she had been reading my mind, "Shall we go in and fuck?"
It was most unlike her to use such language. I thought fleetingly she must really turned on, but I'm a guy, so I was mainly focused on the raging torrent of blood coursing through my head - my little head, that is. My big head was telling me to not talk too much so as to not fuck it up.
Marie and I headed straight to the main bedroom with its super king size bed, very roomy for threesomes and moresomes. She began stripping as soon as we were through the door, so I followed suit -- so much for taking charge.
