Several weeks went by without either of us touching on the subject of Mark and Jill's party – and the fact that we had swapped partners for the night once everyone else had left. Odd though it might seem, neither of us felt inclined to sit down and discuss how we it had all come about, beyond briefly fantasising the next day as to where it might lead. I guess we both just needed time to properly digest and get used to the idea that we had been unfaithful – albeit with the full knowledge and approval of each other. As such, our life together pretty much carried on as before – we went to work, we came home, we ate and drank, we did chores and we fucked two or three times a week.
During that time, we had little or no contact with Mark and Jill. I came to the conclusion that they were either going through the same period of adjustment as we were, or they had decided it was something that had happened in the heat of the moment, which they didn't want to do again. If they were regretting it all, then I could understand if they were avoiding us. Bumping into them in the pub was bound to happen though and, when it did, we greeted each other in much the same way as we always did and the girls found us a table while Mark and I headed for the bar to buy some drinks.
'How're things?' I asked him, as casually as possible.
'Good. Good. Great in fact. You?'
'Never better.' I took a deep breath, deciding now was as good a time as any to clear the air and made the first move. 'That was some party we had last month.'
'Wasn't it?' he said, giving me a sudden grin. 'I tell you, it took us a couple of days to get our heads around what we actually did and then we couldn't stop talking about it. I'll tell you something else, too – we've had some pretty raunchy sex since then. Man!'
He shook his head at the memories.
'Shit! Us too!' I laughed. 'The thing is, we weren't sure what you two would think about it all in the cold light of day, so to speak, so we kind of kept our heads down.'
'Same for us,' he said, laughing with me.
'No regrets then?'
'Hell no! You?'
'None whatsoever. We've even considered trying it again.'
'With us?' he asked hopefully.
'Definitely! Would you guys be interested?'
'Damn right.' Mark peered across the bar at where the two girls were chatting. 'In fact I wouldn't put it past Jill to be suggesting round two as we speak.'
He was right. The girls had had their own discussion and, from the look on their faces – and from the way Jill smiled at me and Sally at Mark – a repeat performance was high on the agenda. I felt a surge of hear to my prick at the thought. Mark and I had barely settled at the table before Jill set the ball rolling.
'The night is young,' she grinned. 'What were you two thinking of doing?'
I tried not to stare to openly at her nipples, which had suddenly blossomed under the soft, clinging top she was wearing.
'Well, we've spent the day cleaning the house and doing the washing and the shopping and other boring stuff like that, so we felt we had to get out if only for an hour,' I replied. 'We were planning on going back to watch a DVD.'
'Is it a good one?' Jill asked, with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
'I hope so,' Sally giggled. 'It's one of a few Harry brought back from Holland last week.'
She paused expectantly, waiting for a reaction. It came almost immediately as Jill's eyes lit up.
'Not one of them there dirty movies?' she asked hopefully.
'Sure is,' Sally grinned. 'Hey, why not come back and watch it with us?'
'What do you reckon, Jill?' Mark grinned.
'Sounds good to me.'
'Then maybe we should stop at the off-license on the way back and pick up some wine,' I suggested.
There were murmurs of agreement from the others followed by a sudden tension between us. It wasn't hard to figure out why. Like me, the other three were thinking back to the events of that fateful party and wondering – hoping, probably – that something similar was about to happen.
Neither of the girls had particularly dressed-up that evening – even so, it still meant they were worth more than a second or even a third glance. Sally, expecting to be back home within an hour, had only slipped on a slash-necked sweater and a clean pair of jeans onto her freshly showered body. The sweater, however, hung provocatively off one shoulder and the jeans emphasised the beautifully rounded curves of her ass.
Jill, doubtless in anticipation of staying out for the evening, was wearing a short skirt and high-heels – both designed to show off her legs - and her stretchy top revealed nipples now positively straining to escape. She caught my glance and smiled, saying nothing but reaching for her drink to finish it in three swift gulps.
'I'm ready,' she announced.
Mark dragged his attention away from my wife to grin at her.
'You're always ready,' he said, his meaning obvious.
'Sounds like Sally,' I said. 'I thought it was supposed to be men that always want sex, but...'
'We're a lucky couple of guys,' Mark said, with a slow nod of acknowledgement.
'And don't you ever forget it,' Jill warned him, standing up to slip her arm through mine. 'To the off-license then!'
Jill and I led the way. Behind us, I could hear Sally giggling at something Mark was saying. If my dick had twitched before, our pairing off now caused it to swell rapidly. Clearly, we all had the same thoughts.
'Shit, Harry, are we going to do it again?' Jill asked me, her voice sounding both eager and breathless.
'I damn well hope so,' I growled. 'I'll say this: if, for any reason it doesn't happen, I'm going to fuck Sally's brains out tonight. You won't believe how horny I'm feeling.'
'Me too! A dirty movie and then another session with you in front of those two... It's a good job I'm wearing panties, that's all.'
'Well, you won't be for long,' I promised, 'but why is it a good job?'
'Because I'm so wet my juices would have reached my knees by now,' she laughed throatily.
