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.
'Then it's a shame, not a good job,' I frowned, 'because I'd love to lick you clean.'
'Christ Harry,' she shivered. 'Stop it! I'm going to cum right here in the street just thinking about it.'
'Go for it,' I grinned. 'It'll be the first of a whole string of orgasms I intend top give you tonight.'
'What are you two talking about?' Sally asked suspiciously, as we entered the off-license.
'Your husband is threatening to do all sorts of disgusting things to me,' Jill told her.
'They won't be threats,' Sally giggled. 'He's good at stuff like that. Mind you, if he's promised to do half the things Mark's been saying he's going to do to me, you're in for a treat.'
Mark and I exchanged looks and grins. Within the space of half an hour and without actually saying anything specific, it was now clearly agreed we were about to carry on where we'd left off at their party.
Sally and Mark took the sofa; Jill and I the big old armchair. Both pieces of furniture had seen a lot of action over the years, each being ideal in their own ways, for different activities.
Things started off quietly enough, despite the air being so thick with expectation you could almost see it. With the wine poured and the bottle close to hand, I sat in the chair with Jill on my lap. On the sofa, Sally sat so close to Mark they could have been joined at the hip. Once we were comfortable, I used the remote to start the film.
As such films go it was average. That is, the girls were cute, the men reasonably attractive and the acting diabolical. The plot, if that's what it could be called, was laughable. The sex, however, was energetic and inventive, both in the settings and the execution.
The opening shots, running behind the credits, showed a close up of a cunt being shaved under the running water of a shower. As the camera slowly zoomed out, it revealed a good looking girl apparently preparing for a night of fun. She was, we soon learned, a top-class call girl, coerced by the FBI to seduce a mobster. Apparently, after just one fuck with the girl, the mobster would be so smitten that he would spill all his secrets to her.
The aforementioned fuck duly took place but, before the exhausted and totally enamoured baddie had chance to start singing, a rival mobster, who has somehow discovered the FBI's sneaky plan, arrived with his henchmen to kidnap the first mobster and the hooker.
The poor girl is then left with no choice but to fuck her way to freedom. Fortunately, she proved more than able to do so – although she did have to endure a gang-bang (which included DP with various combinations of henchmen), a threesome with a couple of the second gangster's molls, a serious workout with her kidnapper and, just for fun, a second gang-bang/orgy at the end of the film, featuring all the gangsters, their molls and, somehow, the four FBI agents.
As a film, it was confusing and frequently ridiculous; as an ice-breaker, it was perfect. It allowed the girls to gasp and giggle at the size of some of the dicks on show and Mark and I to shake our heads at the willingness of some seriously sexy women to be used and abused so casually and all four of us to make lewd and licentious remarks.
Even before the opening credits had stopped rolling, I had one hand high up Jill's thigh, the other cupping a full, soft breast. On the sofa, Mark had eased Sally out of her jeans – for comfort, I heard him say. My minx of a wife merely giggled her agreement but insisted he took his off too.
'Does this stuff turn you on?' Jill asked quietly, her lips brushing my ear, after the heroine had recovered from her first fuck and was being drawn inexorably into the next situation which would require her to bare – and then give – her all.
'Usually,' I replied. 'And with a sexy woman on my knee, definitely,'
'Good, then it's not just me.'
'Look at the others,' I suggested.
Sally had moved to lie along the sofa, with her head in Mark's lap and his dick in her mouth. He was stroking her ass and thighs at the same time. Both were still watching the film. The only thing Sally was wearing was her sweater. Mark still had on his shirt, but the buttons had all been undone and it was virtually hanging off his shoulders.
'They make me feel positively over-dressed,' Jill grinned.
