I know this has been a very long time coming and appreciate everyone's patience for it. I write only when I'm in the mood and usually in fits and starts. Originally I never intended for a final part but people have asked so here it is. I hope
It was worth the wait.
Please read the previous two stories for context.
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**Jenny**:
It had been a month since the cruise with our neighbours and things felt different. That first morning after the swap night had of course been a little awkward. Carl hadn't pryied and I wasn't sure how much I wanted to talk about any of it. I guessed he and Lorna had slept together but didn't want the details. It was even more awkward when we met up with Lorna and Jack. It felt like there was an unwritten acknowledgement not to bring it up. The rest of the cruise went by with us spending it with our spouses.
My biggest fear about swapping was my marriage changing. I needn't have worried as Carl was his usually charming and gracious self. Always affectionate and seemed to be turning all his attention to his work.
I had a harder time not thinking about the cruise. I remembered returning to our cabin the morning after, a little sore and with Jack's cum still inside me. I had never been fucked like that, so hard and rough. My husband was tender, loving and sensual in bed, and still loved it like that.
But Jack had taken me to a different, more primal place. I'm ashamed to admit that I thought about that night often when I serviced myself. Nothing I did could replicate that feeling though and I hated myself for craving it.
My relationship with Lorna had changed a little too. She was more distant and kept making excuses when I offered to hang out. Well, that's not true she only made excuses when I asked her to come over here. Or for the four of us to meet up. She was more than happy to meet me at hers or in town. Once we were together though, it was like old times. Less talk about each other's husbands but still playful chat with each other.
The biggest change in my relationship was with Jack. I just couldn't be around him anymore. Something stirred in me when I saw his rippling muscles and remembered his strong touch. I avoided him as best I could and would never be caught alone with him. I just didn't trust myself. That one night was supposed to get these feelings out of my system, but they had only intensified.
It was hard to avoid him though. Jack made every attempt to see me, often popping into the living room when I was with Lorna. Or coming over when Carl was out to ask for something. I'm ashamed to admit that I had been in the house a few times and not answered the door. Recently I had retreated to the small shop I had rented in town, just to put extra distance between us.
When I remembered that night and the way he had thrown me about. How his big strong hands groped me and the feel of his huge cock. Things had been left so awkward between us. We hadn't spoken properly since and I didn't know what to say.
On a summer morning, I lay on the bed I shared with my husband as my hand slowly made its way between my soft supple thighs. They gently slid under the hem of my cotton summer dress, as I remembered the way Jack's throbbing cock felt in my mouth. The salty taste of his cum as it coated my tongue when he shot his impressive load. My fingers gently stroked up my thighs up to my lace panties. I could feel how wet I was as I gently pulled the lace aside.
My breathing grew ragged as I saw with closed eyes Jack's impressive physique towering over me. My fingers gently probed inside me as I imagined they were Jack's huge cock. Small moans escaped my lips as I forced my fingers inside, feeling my hot velvety walls.
"Jen! Do you need anything before I start work?" Carl shouted from downstairs.
I reluctantly wrenched my fingers out in frustration and shouted down to Carl that I was fine. I hated how guilty I felt thinking about Jack and how annoyed that Carl had killed the mood. Was there any way to stop these feelings?
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**Lorna: **
"I'm falling in love with you," how could I have said that?
When I think of that night with Carl on the cruise. The way he had made me feel, I knew it wasn't a lie. But I couldn't believe I had uttered those words. Thankfully Carl hadn't heard as he had drifted off to sleep. That would have been awful.
Could I be falling for my best friend's husband? I hadn't experienced being in love too many times before. I knew I still loved my husband. Jack will always hold a special place in my heart. And I didn't feel that same feeling with Carl, it was different. At the risk of sounding crazy, it felt like our souls connected. In that moment on the cruise, my soul reached out with earning and Carl made love to it.
I couldn't be around him, every time I did I had butterflies in my stomach. I felt flushed and giddy, wanting nothing more than to be with him. I dreamed about him constantly. Not always sexually, but in our life together. How it would be if he was my husband instead. When I woke my contentment from the dream would quickly change to guilty shame. I knew I loved Jack and would never leave him.
Carl loved Jenny and probably didn't feel
the same way about me. I cherished my relationship with Jenny more than anything. I would never want to jeopardise that. I worried it was already strained as I turned her down a lot. What did I look like when Carl was around? To me it felt like I had 'I LOVE CARL' tattooed on my forehead.
I hoped that one wild night of passion would have cooled my feelings but If anything they were stronger. It could never happen again and I hoped with time they would subside. It was taking its time though, a month since the cruise and I found myself still missing him. His touch on my hand, the way he listened to me and read my thoughts. Dammit, why was it so hard?
I heard the sound of hammering metal from outside. Walking to the window in the back bedroom I saw Carl working at his forge. His shirt was drenched with sweat as he hammered the glowing red metal. I saw the care he took in every blow of the hammer. How he shaped and moulded the metal turning it into something beautiful.
My mind conjured a daydream. One where I walked over in my skinny little bikini to offer him a glass of lemonade. How he would decline but instead pull me into a tight embrace. Kissing me tenderly, and lovingly as he guides me to a nearby sun lounger. His touch was gentle and soft despite his rough, calloused hands.
Gently reclining me onto the lounger he confesses his undying love for me. Hands sliding up my thighs to spread them wide for him. His soft wet tongue gently probes and teases my lower lips, sending shivers through me.
"Watcha doing?" asked a deep voice behind me.
I jumped with a yelp and realised my hand had somehow gone between my legs. Turning I saw my husband looking at me with an amused expression.
"Never you mind," I said breathlessly glancing down and seeing Carl had gone.
