THE SECOND BIG NIGHT
I hadn't been that excited since I decided, on my eighteenth birthday, to give up my virginity to the man I eventually married six months later. I knew I wanted to marry Marcos, I was just waiting for him to make it official and ask me. It was the most exciting day of my life and now, five years later we had made another big decision, to open up our marriage to our closest friends, Gail and Patrick.
We both knew we would eventually swap, that was a given, we just were waiting for it to happen. We were best friends, and we did almost everything together. Everything, so far but the ultimate, but that was coming.
I was so excited that night I was shaking. They were coming over for dinner, to talk, and probably engage in our first extramarital adventure. We had discussed it for months, even spoke to them about the possibility. It was true I had been attracted to Patrick for years, nearly as much as I had been to Marcos, but Gail had gotten pregnant and they were married right out of high school, but I still got wet panties around him and Marcos had seen that and come right out and asked me about it.
Well, I admitted it and he said he felt the same way about Gail. Amazingly, I wasn't jealous. We were such close friends that we all knew it, and figured it would eventually happen. Because I knew Marcos had feelings for Gail, it was the natural thing for us to eventually get together, the four of us.
We both felt marriage should not be a prison sentence, that monogamy was overrated, and we felt sex could be enjoyed and not be an excuse for possessiveness. We believed that love should be unconditional, and that limiting a person to one partner was old fashion and wrong, and I think we both knew that eventually we would open things up between us.
We felt liberated by our honesty and somehow it brought us closer together. I felt free to show my feelings, as did Marcos. Just being able to be completely open with Marcos made me know how much I loved him and he did me.
The night had finally come and I was trembling with anticipation and excitement. I was as excited as a new bride. Perhaps it was a bigger moment because it was less socially accepted. We were about to do something that was not traditional, that our families would probably disagree with, and it still was not a accepted behavior for married couples to exchange mates.
When they arrived we were all pretty nervous since it was such a big step. We knew we all wanted to go through with it, but just doing it was so exciting and more than a little intimidating. We all had flirted, messed around and made sexual innuendos that came just up to the edge of actual sexual interaction. Mental fucking with your clothes on. It was actually fun to watch and enjoyable to do. We had been dancing around it for months.
Marcos had done everything to Gail but put it in her, and Patrick had wooed me like a high school quarterback with the cheerleader squad. We had gone dancing together, and each husband danced more with the other man's wife than his own. On the dance floor it was pre fucking practice, with each husband hard the whole night and brushing that hardness against the belly of the other man's wife.
I knew Patrick's anatomy like my own neighborhood, and I wanted to play in it really bad. The night they came over for the big show, we sat and chatted in the family room like friends on a bus to a picnic, until the tension got so high we were all close to orgasm while our clothes were still unwrinkled and being worn.
My panties had been wet since that morning. My pussy tingled the whole day, and I was as horny as a virgin at the fire department. We had a few drinks, thinking it would loosen us up, but if I got any looser I would collapse like a puppet with the strings cut. My voice was hoarse with arousal and I knew everyone could tell by that and my nervousness that I was ready to throw my clothes off and pull Patrick into bed like a rag doll.
I wanted to be fucked by my best friend's husband and I wanted mine to screw his on the floor in front of us. We restrained ourselves, but the inhibition was killing me. I wanted to grab him, tear his clothes off, and yell, "Hurry up and fuck me, for God's sakes." However, 'calmly' I sat and chatted about the kids, the holidays, and movies we'd seen.
Finally, I just stood and said, "Let's get this show on the road." It was decided Patrick and I would stay at our place, and Gail and Marcos would go to theirs. We would all meet up for breakfast at The Waffle House in the morning.
I whispered to Marcos to 'have a good night' and he told me to do the same. As we shut the door when they left, pictures of me nude, being fucked by Patrick filled my head. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. At the bedroom door he kissed me, and it was a long anticipated kiss that had been brewing for years. Our tongues found one another and they played sexual games.
We then began taking each other's clothes off as we stood by the bed. "I have wanted this since we skinny dipped at Lassen four years ago," he said as he pulled my dress over my head. I undid his belt and told him I knew that because I would have opened my legs to him if he'd have even winked in my direction that night. "My wife would have fucked Marcos if he had even brushed up against her." I told him I knew that. "Why has it taken so long?" he asked.
"Because we were taking it slow," I said. "We had to be sure. Are you sure?" I joked.
"I am sure I have wanted you since I realized you didn't have panties on under your cheerleader skirt at the senior picnic," he said. I laughed and said how brazen I was at that picnic. "Except for Gail, you were the hottest woman in the whole town."
"Gail is beautiful. You are lucky," I said. "We all are."
"And Gail and I are lucky to have two friends as good as you," he said. "Remember when we double dated at the Billy Joel Concert? I thought we were going to swap that night."
"So did I," I said. "I even took my panties off in the bathroom at the Santa Barbara Bowl. I was so horny, but Marcos and I ended up fucking in the Bowl parking lot."
