ONE: PAULA
Sitting himself at the side of Paula at the dinner table, Alan admired her dress. 'Suits you,' he said. It was dark blue, with a side opening down the thigh, which revealed a long leg as it swished open, and an open neckline, showing a generous amount of cleavage. 'I'm surprised John lets you wear it.' John was Paula's husband, and well-known jealous one at that. So it had come as a surprise to Alan, when, a few months earlier John had propositioned him for a wife swap. One Alan had not taken seriously, though it had been seriously meant. He knew that John was really smitten by June and would love to fuck her. It also meant that Paula was wanting to go to bed with Alan. She had often teased him, but he hadn't realized that she was serious. She herself was attractive enough, though not would you would call beautiful. A brunette with large breasts and wide hips. Alan had often speculated on what might be hiding between them. But then, he always speculated what was hidden between any lady's thighs.
'Maybe he wants to show me off,' she smiled. She was already a little tipsy with the sherry and wine.
'Well, he's succeeded,' Alan laughed, laying a hand on her exposed upper thigh. Paula didn't make any move to push it off, allowing it to gently stroke the skin. In fact, she was enjoying the sensation of Alan's hand stroking her. No hand other than hers and her husband's had ever strayed between her rather hairy thighs. Her vulva remained a closely guarded secret between them, but she had often wondered how it would feel to have strange fingers exploring it. Would he be disgusted by all that hair? As a gesture of encouragement, she surprised herself by patting the front of Alan's trousers, under the screen of the table cloth. What on earth had come over her? She had sex on the brain. Which was usual for Paula. A compulsive masturbator, she hardly ever stopped thinking about it. A problem was that her husband couldn't satisfy her. During intercourse, she could pretend he had got her to climax to make him feel happy, but her fingers always finished the job on her clitoris.
'Mm,' she cooed, 'that's feels good!' She felt a semi-stiff penis luting there.
'Eat your food!' Alan laughed. No-one was taking any notice of them. The other guests of Allan and Jill were Rod and Diana, sitting on Alan's left, with Pru and Harry making up the party of eight. Harry was the only one not involved in the theatrical scene, whilst Diana helped out in the wardrobe department. They had just recently finished a production of 'The Merry Widow' with June singing the lead of Hanna, and Rod as the Count. So there was plenty for them to chat and laugh about as the wine bottles emptied.
After toasting in the New Year at the dining table, the couples retired with their drinks to the sitting area, where two settees and an arm chair were grouped round a long coffee table. After kicking off her shoes, Paula made sure that she was with Alan, sitting on his lap after he had lowered himself into the corner of one of the settees. Alan had stimulated her sex drive during dinner, so she was feeling very horny. Her knickers were in a wet state. She put her arm around his neck, kissing his cheek. The smell of his aftershave added to her excitement.
'This is cosy,' she murmured. Alan smiled at her, then gave her a light kiss on the lips. 'Mm, that's nice,' she whispered. Glancing at the others, she saw that no-one was taking any notice. Jill was across the room on the other settee, sitting on John's knees, laughing at something. John was staining hard to look down her top, trying to glimpse her breasts, whilst pretending not to. Paula smiled to herself. John had always been fascinated by Jill's tits ever since they first met. Beside them, Rod had Pru sitting with him. It was clear that Rod already had his hand in Pru's top, feeling her tits. He hadn't wasted any time, she thought. Whilst Diana was with Harry in the arm chair, behaving. Well, Harry wasn't one to be amorously attentive, she mused. Music was playing quietly on the radio, and the only lighting in the room was a standard lamp in the corner by the heavily-curtained window. A television was in the opposite corner of the window. Ceiling to floor bookshelves filled the alcove beside what had once been a fireplace chimney.
Paula came back to earth, as Alan gave her another light kiss, whispering in her ear. 'You're a very sexy lady. You get me all worked up. John must have a very satisfying sex life.'
If only you knew, she thought. Then said, with a smile, 'It doesn't take much to get you sexed up,' wriggling deeper against his chest, putting her hand inside his shirt. It was then she felt Alan's hand sliding along her inner thigh. She held her breath. Although having often fantasized about Alan making love to her, she was very nervous about having him touch her body, when it came to reality. 'Do you think you should?' she whispered, putting her hand on his wrist to deter him, even though she desperately wanted him to explore her whole tingling body.
'Why not? Of course I want to, and I think you want me to. And you are very warm in there. So?'
But what decided her was glancing over at her husband, wondering if he'd noticed Alan trying to feel her. She saw that he had other things on his mind. Or rather on his penis. Jill had unfastened his flies was in the act of taking out his stiff cock, studying it with interest and lust. To say that Paula was astonished would be an understatement. She knew, of course, that John fancied Jill like mad. They had often imagined having sex with them during their love-making. Indeed, it was the only thing that excited Paula during the act, helping her, with her fingers, to induce an orgasm. It was at college that Paula had first met John. He was her very first and only lover, so she had nothing to compare him with. Paula had two children, but after all these years, sex with her husband had become a habit. It was Paula who had first suggested a wife-swap as though in jest, but, to her surprise, John had gone ahead to propose it. She was disappointed to learn that Alan hadn't taken it seriously.
Whilst Paula was taking in what Jill was doing to her husband, she hadn't really noticed Alan unbuttoning her top to expose the large breasts. That is until his lips latched onto her right nipple. The effect was startling. Her belly lurched. The nipple swelled hard. Paula having removed her restraining hand on his wrist, Alan had resumed stroking her inner thighs, to which she reacted without conscious thought, by slightly parting them for him. Her mind was in turmoil, unable to fully grasp what was going on between them. All she knew was she seriously wanted Alan's fingers to grope her. And he obviously wanted to do the same. But a lifetime of restraint was not easy to ignore.
