"You got 5 minutes."
I knew exactly what he was proposing. I just couldn't believe that I was hearing him say it. Not that the thought hadn't crossed my mind plenty of times, but it's certainly different when you're offered this type of opportunity.
I played dumb. "Huh?"
"You can have 5 minutes," my friend Max repeated.
He was offering me 5 minutes in his room with his wife Amanda while he presumably took the same opportunity in mine with my wife Veronica.
I was tempted. As I said, I've thought about it before, especially that night which had been filled with dirty dancing. But I knew it was a question that my wife should answer and she unfortunately was asleep. With regret, I declined.
"Nah, Ronnie would be pissed."
I don't think she would be necessarily opposed to the idea. After all, the four of us have spent quite a bit of time together in some intimate situations. This night, like many others we went to a dance party for couple and single women only. It is normally frequented by many swingers and there is always a sexual vibe which presents us with the opportunity to switch partners while dancing and push the limits of flirtation. I know Ronnie and Max have kissed before and his hands have been literally all over her body while dancing. I'm not sure what transpired between them tonight because I was too distracted with his wife Amanda.
Despite dancing with me often, Amanda has normally been pretty reserved on the dance floor. But this night was different. We kissed early on and she had a lustful look in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. She had no problem grinding her body into mine and was sure to feel how excited I was. She offered no resistance when my hands explored her body, but what shocked me the most was when she slid her hand into my pants and gripped my swollen cock.
My guess is that Max and Ronnie's time on the dance floor mirrored ours which prompted his proposition.
He returned to his adjoining room after I declined his offer. I removed my pants and lay back on the bed. I glanced at my sleeping wife, taking in her beauty. But I just couldn't get Amanda out of my head. It's not that I preferred her over my wife, or that she had something that Ronnie didn't. It was just the excitement of the night. Dancing with this other woman all night, being intimate with her with my wife so close was so exhilarating. And now Max was offering me a chance to go a step further. Was this something he and Amanda discussed? She for one never seemed interested. And while I knew Max would probably do whatever he could get away with, when it came down to openly doing some type of swap, I'd always gotten the impression that he would never go all the way. But is that what he now wanted? Was he offering to let me fuck his wife, while he fucked mine? Or did he just want to continue the intimate play from the dance floor? I was growing harder by the second just thinking about it.
I was remembering back to the party when I reached under Amanda's mini skirt and felt how wet her thong was. How easily my finger slid into her soaked pussy right there on the dance floor. How we didn't seem to care who saw us, not ever our spouses. I wondered what Ronnie and Max had done. It didn't even matter that this point.
Just as my hand subconsciously headed to my beckoning erection, Max reappeared through the adjoining doors under the premise of looking for his camera. I assured him I hadn't seen it although I knew the real reason for his return. On his way back to his room he hesitated and reiterated his offer.
"5 minutes"
Shaking my head in agony with visions of Amanda grinding her ample ass into my crotch, I replied, "I can't."
"3 minutes," he countered.
A flashback of Amanda unbuttoning my shirt and licking my nipples added pressure.
In a moment of weakness I asked, "What is she wearing?"
Clearly I was calculating in my mind how far I could get in such a brief timeframe. And Max seizing the opening gave the best answer to achieve his goal.
