It's a sign of how well things went that for months afterwards, Jake and I both claimed credit for the idea.
It all started with a casual conversation one Friday after work. As usual, Jake and I went out for drinks together. He and I had hit it off right away when he joined my department six years ago, and we've been tight ever since. We work out together at the company gym four times a week (you could call us fitness nuts), we were in each other's weddings, and we've always had each other's back. Even though he's black and I'm white, we've been friends from the beginning. We've always been very, very open with each other.
And so, it wasn't unusual that we were complaining to each other about our sex lives that Friday. Jake had married Ja'Nell 4 years ago, and at the time they got hitched, she was his version of the ideal physical specimen. Which is to say, she carried a few extra pounds, and had thick thighs and what Jake lovingly called a "ghetto booty." She wasn't fat, but she was too chubby for my tastes. My wife, Susan, was just the opposite when we got married 5 years ago. Susan had been a collegiate cross country runner, and was quite slender, albeit with large and damn fine breasts. Unfortunately for each of us, the women we married had changed over the years. Ja'Nell had gone on a fitness kick, lost about 30 pounds, and now looked slender and tight. Susan, meanwhile, had gained 40 pounds, and was now soft all over, with floppy 36DD tits.
I can't honestly say who confessed to it first, but ultimately Jake and I each confessed to problems at home in bed. Of course, we both still loved our wives, but neither of us was happy with how things were in bed at home, and we were both smart enough to figure out that our wives probably felt the same way. Jake said that Ja'Nell had lost too much weight, and he just didn't find her as desirable as he did when they got married. "Man, I miss having a woman with CURVES," he said.
My problem, of course, was exactly the opposite. I told Jake, "There's too much Susan for me. I can't tell you what I'd give to have a nice, firm woman again."
"Maybe we should just swap wives every once in a while," I joked. Jake laughed for a second, but then paused. Neither of us spoke for a moment. We looked at each other, and the plan began to take shape.
For the next several Fridays, we made our plans, talked about proposed ground rules, and conspiratorially discussed ways to convince our wives that this would be a good idea. Then, one bright Friday in June, we decided we were ready to try to take the next step. We both vowed to raise the issue with our wives that weekend, and parted with a handshake.
I guess Susan hadn't been happy with our sex life, either, because when I broached the subject of an "adventure" with Jake and Ja'Nell, it didn't take her more than a second to agree.
That next Monday morning, I was so excited that I got to work half an hour early. Jake was already there, leaning against his car, with a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
We were on.
That next Friday, Jake and I didn't go to our usual bar for after-work drinks. Instead, we hurried off to a downtown high-rise hotel. Susan and Ja'Nell were waiting for us in the bar.
Even though I didn't find Susan's looks quite to my liking anymore, I had to admit that she was looking very fine that night. Her long brown hair was gathered in a ponytail, and she wore a professional-looking, feminine black business type-outfit over a clingy white blouse that hugged her massive tits. Jake's jaw dropped when he saw her.