Danny & Vince
"We're in deep shit, buddy, let me tell you," Danny said as he poured them each another shot of scotch.
"Margie hasn't said a word to me," Vince said with a puzzled expression.
"She knows, damn it. I'm tellin' you she damn well knows. Tessa told me she was going to tell her everything."
"But Margie hasn't said shit. That's not like her. I mean, look what I got her to do. She didn't want to pose. I forced her to do it. And now... now you say she knows all about our scheme, but hasn't said shit?"
"Could be they're planning to spring something on us."
"Danny, you don't mean lawyers?"
"Why else? It's too quiet on my end too, Vince. We had it out once, but that's nothing. I expected to be harped at every fucking minute we were together. But nada, nothing further."
"Jesus... maybe I should bring it up," Vince said, "You know, air it out."
"You might try it, see what happens," Danny agreed.
"I... um, I've talked to Mark Elliot, my attorney."
"No!" Vince barked. "You figure it's that bad?"
"Hold on, Vince. I talked to him to get a grasp of how serious this situation is. You know the financial ramifications and all."
"What'd he say?"
"They can hurt us bad. But only if we admit to what we did. I... I've erased everything from my computer. I had a guy come in and clean it up so there's no trace of any of the photos. You want; I'll give you his name and number."
"I... I don't know," Vince said. "Margie's always home and all; I don't see how I could get a guy in to do it."
"Well don't admit anything. Don't sign or write anything that's an admission of guilt either," Danny said.
Both men remained glum and worried for the remainder of the week, and were more than a little surprised when their wives informed them that they were getting together Saturday night at the Morgan's.
The Swap
Tessa began to shed her inhibitions when she chose to wear the red and white flowered, backless, and thus necessarily braless, scooped necklined sun dress she'd never had the nerve to wear anywhere to the Morgan's that evening.
Margie went complexly overboard, having purchased a very short, skin-tight, black dress from which her breasts all but hung out of. She would never have worn it in public, for it kept riding up her thighs any time she sat down. But this was a 'special' night for her and her man and she wanted to look especially sexy.
Vince and Danny, completely puzzled by their wives actions, went along with the idea of a party grateful for any break in the week-long silent treatment they'd received. Although both men knew their behavior was being monitored by their respective spouses, they still couldn't help but gawk at the women and their scanty, revealing attire when they had gathered together at the Morgan's.
After greeting Danny, Vince carefully weighed his every word, "I have to say you ladies look especially good this evening."
"Thank you, Vince," Tessa said as she glanced a second time at Margie. My God, her tits are going to pop out of that dress before we put the plan into motion, she thought.
Margie followed with, "Vince has an eye for nice things; he always has," she winked at Tessa, thinking, and if Vince gets his hands anywhere near your dress he'll have a hand on your boobs before you can say Happy New Year. But look at me... the pot calling the kettle black.
Both women giggled. Tessa over Margie's comment and Margie over her last thought.
Making certain neither man was looking in her direction; Margie quickly adjusted her breasts so that a tiny bit less cleavage showed. She received a knowing smile from Tessa, and laughed.
Danny was having a problem keeping his eyes off Margie's tits that threatened to spill out of her dress at any moment.
Vince was having similar problems with Tessa's dress, which kept providing revealing glimpses of her breasts when she turned or leaned forward. He knew Danny was mesmerized by his wife's tits because he had been bowled over when he'd walked into their bedroom and gotten his first look at her in the black dress. In fact, he'd attempted to pry them out to suck on them beforehand, but Margie had slapped his hands away, and laughed at him. "No touché," she'd said, and he knew she meant it, but was puzzled all the more as to why she would wear such a skimpy dress to a get together with Danny and Tessa.
Margie had cobbled together some fruit and cheese to go with the wine Danny had presented to Margie on arriving. Vince put on some music and Danny immediately invited Margie to dance.
As Vince and Tessa looked that direction Tessa said, "I haven't seen that 'hunting' look in Danny's eyes since we were dating."
Vince replied, "Looks like Margie has given him back the thrill of the chase."
Tessa nodded in agreement, for Margie and Danny seemed totally oblivious to their spouses who sat watching them as they danced a Cha-cha.
After several drinks it seemed to Danny that Vince and Margie were eager to be wild and naughty. Margie kept bending over and showing off her breasts which all but fell out of the dress each time she handed her guests a drink or passed a tray of hors d' oeuvres' around. And Vince had already made several off-colored remarks very uncharacteristic off him.
So when Vince cupped Tessa's rear when they were alone in the kitchen briefly, keeping it there for much longer than warranted, Tessa wondered if her friend had told her husband what they were up too. Later it turned out it was only nervousness on their part. Still, their enthusiasm and the succession of tropical drinks containing more powerful portions of alcohol with each serving proved infectious in removing any barriers to what was to come.
Danny tried, but couldn't keep his eyes off Margie's tits, and when she sat down her dress rode up and provided him with a view of her crotch. Danny would have sworn she wore nothing underneath. What the hell is going on? He wondered.
Vince was worried because he now had a raging hardon and wasn't sure what would happen if Margie saw it. He snuck a glance at Danny's crotch and saw that he too had one. He figured they were both in deep trouble.
At ten after eleven, Tessa sent Margie their secret sign and the swap was underway.
Tessa glided over to Margie's husband Vince and teasingly asked, "So, Vince, do you like the way I'm dressed?"
