My phone rang with a mobile phone number I didn't recognise. I was about to end the call and block the number (I hate cold calls), when I remembered that my wife had given the number to a couple of new business contacts.
Bearing that in mind, I decided I should probably answer and make absolutely sure it was some random areshole before blocking the number. As it turned out, it was neither.
I had recently stepped out of the past and set up a Facebook page. I had typed in my phone number, believing it to be private, but I'm a bit thick with technology and it turned out that everyone could see it.
The person was an old school friend, Paul, who I hadn't seen since our rugby playing days. He knew all about my tiny cock from the shared baths the whole team had to endure after every match (good for humiliation, if you like that sort of thing ;-). I also knew that he was hung like a stallion.
He wanted to get together for a bit of a catch-up session and I was all for it. We had one of those love/ hate friendships. Sometimes we were thick as thieves, then we'd fall out and have a punch-up (he'd smack me in the face and I'd sulk) and then we'd make friends again (I'd back down).
The years had a surprising effect on him. When we had last seen each other, at six foot two, I was taller than him. Apparently he had a rather late growth spurt and between eighteen and twenty he had shot up to six foot five!
We arranged to meet one weekend, when we were both free from family commitments. We plumped to meet in the middle of the country and take out hotel rooms in the same hotel. We lived at opposite ends of the country and it seemed like the best option to avoid any really long car journeys.
With all the arrangements made, I told Liz what we had planned. She said I wasn't going away without her. She said that she would come along and just keep out of the way. That way we could make use of the hotel room and have some sexy fun later.
I had no choice but to agree, but I didn't want to show I was under the thumb, so I didn't let Paul know.
When the weekend arrived, we made our way to the hotel I had chosen in Birmingham. It had a restaurant, bar and a Pool table for our evening entertainment. We arrived early and after arranging for a second key card for the room, Liz got a taxi to the Bull Ring shopping centre. I waited in the hotel lobby for Paul to arrive.
He was a little late, so I had time to sit and think. My mind started putting together scenarios involving Paul and Liz fucking like rabbits.
No - No - No!
I had to cast those thoughts aside. Our swinging world was completely separate from real life and I wanted to keep it that way. Besides, I knew Liz wouldn't want to cross that line and risk people finding out about our goings on.
When Paul arrived we shared a man hug and it was like we had never been apart. We re-lived some of our highlights reel from our shared past.
We got a taxi into the city and found a snooker club to revisit another old rivalry. After playing several games and finding out that Paul was still better than me at everything, we decided to get a bite to eat and have a couple of drinks.
Paul hadn't been so lucky in love. He had been married twice in the intervening years and he was now single again. I couldn't imagine him without a woman. He was always the one with the best looking girlfriend when we were growing up.
I felt that this was the time to come clean about Liz being with me on this trip. Paul didn't seem phased by this. On the contrary, he was pleased that he would be able to meet her in the flesh.
I called her to let her know that Paul was cool with her being there and we agreed to meet up by the Bull Ring bull to get a taxi back to the hotel together.
Paul's eyes lit up when he saw Liz and I could see him enjoying every curve. You might say he was perving on my wife, but I was enjoying him doing it, too.
The feeling seemed to be mutual. Liz flushed up, which she only tends to do, if she has said something really silly, or if she fancies someone. And she hadn't said anything silly.
I sat in the front seat of the taxi on the way back to the hotel so that Paul and Liz could get to know each other. The chat was free flowing and I was feeling pleased that they were getting on. I was also proud that the sexy woman was with me and not Paul.
I paid for the taxi and when I rejoined Liz and Paul, they had agreed that we should all meet up in the bar for a meal after a bit of a rest. We went back to our respective rooms, which turned out to be on the same floor, just a few doors apart.
Liz teased me mercilessly when we returned to our room. She confirmed that she really fancied Paul, but she didn't stop at that. She said that she wanted to fuck him and that he was unattached, so it was okay. She told me that I'd have to wank my own little cock tonight.
I knew that she was just teasing me, but it was getting me horny and concerned in equal measure. Not only was Paul of the real world, but he was also connected to everyone on my Facebook page, seeing as I didn't have a clue how to make anything private. He could really set a cat among the pigeons, if he let slip about our secret life.
She knew what she was doing. My stomach was in knots, my little penis had almost disappeared inside my body and I was positively oozing pre cum.
She showered and changed, ready for our evening meal and prepared as though she was going out on a hot date. She had bought a new low cut, red, backless dress and matching high heels earlier in the day and she was going to use that to really twist me in knots.
Liz is a beautiful woman at the best of times, but when she makes an effort like this, she really does turn heads. When we reached the hotel lobby, almost every bloke turned to have one of those crafty, 'I'm not really looking at another woman' looks.
Paul was already waiting in the lobby and his eyes were on stalks. He rushed over for his 'polite' friend's kiss with a little too much enthusiasm to be discreet. Liz just laughed at him and said,
"Come on, let's eat, you cheeky bugger."
We went and found a quiet corner table, where we wouldn't have too many interruptions. Paul suggested I go and tell the serving staff where we were, so that they didn't miss us and when I returned to the table, he had sat himself next to Liz.
Liz was happy enough with this arrangement, so I just sat opposite the two of them. The knot in my stomach was starting to calm down, so once we had ordered drinks and starters, I started filling Liz in with some of Paul and my antics from years gone by.
Paul seemed quite engaged with what I was saying, but Liz seemed a bit distant and detached. I wondered if I was going on a bit, so I said,
"Anyway, I'm being boring, so I'll shut up now."
Paul encouraged me to carry on talking, saying,
"Keep talking Dave, she's nearly there."
It was only then that I realised why Liz was slightly distant. I glanced around the table cloth to see that Paul had her dress up and her knickers pushed to the side. He was casually stroking her wet pussy with his big fingers.
Liz had her hand in Paul's lap and hissed, slightly breathlessly,
"Were you trying to keep Paul's cock a secret from me, Dave?"
It was then that she had a small orgasm on Paul's hand. He smirked at me and said,
"Go and see where the food is, Dave, it's taking too long."
Like a good boy, I went to sort out the slow food and when I returned the two of them seemed to be slightly more composed.
We ate the rest of the meal without a mention of what had just happened, but it was clear that Paul and Liz were getting closer and closer. After dessert, we had one final drink and Liz and Paul finally kissed.
Here we were, in a public bar, where anyone we knew could potentially walk past, with my beautiful wife sticking her tongue down another man's throat! While they were kissing, I flicked my index finger back and forth over the tip of my little fella, causing a glorious explosion in my sticky pants. I felt so humiliated and it felt so good!
Liz noticed what I had done and she whispered in Paul's ear, so that he knew too. He sniggered and said,
"You should have saved that for when I fuck your wife in front of you."
Of course, I knew now that the party was going to continue. Paul told me to pay the bill, and he and Liz walked arm in arm out into the hotel lobby. Paul's hand was coolly resting on Liz's firm backside and she had cuddled right up to him, like a real couple.
When I'd paid for the food, I went out into the lobby and we got in the lift together. As soon as the lift door closed, they were at it again, kissing like teenagers. Liz slipped her hand down the front of Paul's trousers and massaged his dick into life.
I remembered he was a big guy, but I'd forgotten quite how big. He had to adjust his cock and untuck his shirt to hide his massive erection.
Our room was the first room we came to as we walked away from the lift. I took out my keycard to open the door, but Liz said,
"No, not our room, Paul's room."
I didn't know her reasons, but it was her party, so I followed after them like a third wheel.
