A Note to the reader:
Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.
To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter.
All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead.
Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 17 you see here will be listed as Chapter 18. etc.
Chapter 17
"I thought they'd never come in," Frank said in a low tone of voice as soon as the wives were out of earshot.
"But you know how women like to talk."
"They haven't seen each other for a long time. They had a lot to talk about just like we did," Ernest reminded his brother.
"That's true. I'm not really complaining. We've gone over a lot of territory too, and the little joke we cooked up took a little thought and planning."
"Frank, do you really think we should?" Ernest pleaded.
"Sure. We decided, remember. We'll give 'em about twenty minutes or so to get to sleep, and then we'll play our little trick on 'em."
"Frank, are you sure you want to do this. I've never even considered sleeping with another woman," protested Ernest once more.
"They're always pulling stuff like that. It's about time the tables were turned. Besides, sleep is all we'll do. You don't have to do anything, just lie down next to Sally and go to sleep. They're pretty sloshed like we are. So, we just go into each other's room and bed down with our sisters-in-law. We'll get up before dawn and go fishing and, when we get back for breakfast, we'll tell 'em they slept with a another man, and this time the joke's on them."
Frank and Ernest took turns using the bathroom. The two brothers had left their luggage in the living room area, to give the girls more space to stow their things in the two small bedrooms. They got undressed except for their skivvies and went into each other's bedroom.
On entering Frank and Sally's totally darkened bedroom, Ernest, was, to say the least, nervous. In fact, he felt like he used to in the presence of females, before he met Sue. All he could hope for was that Sally wouldn't wake up. He thought sure she would recognize it wasn't her husband who was occupying her bed, and there would be an awful scene.
Despite, his attempts to get into bed as quietly as possible, there was a stir from the other side of the bed. The female form tuned toward him and sought his mouth. Before, Ernest could say or do anything, a passionate kiss was planted on his mouth and a tongue sought the its inner reaches. Simultaneously, a low moan issued from the lips and his head was dragged to the bear breasts.
Ernest panicked at discovering his bed companion was totally naked. He debated whether he should say something that would let her know an awful mistake had been made, that somehow, in their inebriated condition, he and Frank had gotten the two bedrooms mixed up. But he quickly concluded it would be too embarrassing to reveal such a ridiculous goof-up.
Besides, who would believe a tale like that?
No, he didn't dare say anything. All he could hope for, would be that his sister-in-law would cease her apparent attempts to make love to the man she thought to be her husband, and drop off to sleep. He decided to kiss her and softly whisper "good night." Then maybe she would stop her advances go to sleep without further incident. However, he wasn't sure he would be able to sleep. He admonished himself for letting Frank talk him into this ridiculous caper.
The kiss didn't work. In response to it, two arms encircled his neck and a warm body pressed against his. In spite of himself, he was beginning to react in the way any normal young male would in the presence of such stimulus. Next, a hand was gripping around his crotch through the cloth of his undershorts; his aroused condition apparently sending his bed companion into a frenzy. Before he know it, and certainly before he could object, the undershorts were down around his knees and there was nothing between the small hand and his now fully erect penis. Her other hand sought his and placed it between her legs. She was already wet. Now, her hand was guiding his in the motions she wanted, or was Ernest giving into the overwhelming stimulation presented by the, obviously aroused female, beside him? By then, he wasn't sure which. But, he realized, with horror, and without much more urging from her, he was stroking her clit and plunging two fingers into her wet warm vagina. So intense were his feelings, he feared he might loose all control, the control he had managed to acquire in a year with Sue.
But, this isn't Sue,
he told himself.
This is Sally!
as if he needed reminding of that fact. Loss of control would be supremely embarrassing, but it might enable him to end what was happening before irreparable damage was done. But, that was not to be either. Before, Ernest knew it, he was being dragged on top of the inviting female form, and she was reaching for his erection and guiding it into her now very inviting opening.
