After Barbara and I left Ted's and Clara's house, we went to a restaurant we knew served breakfast all day. We were shown to a booth in the back of dining room. For the first time since we met, we sat on the same side of the table instead of opposite of each other. After receiving our coffees, we snuggled up together and kissed. "It was a lot of fun being single again," she said. "I felt totally free to do whatever I wanted. What about you?"
"You're right," I said. "It was a blast. It will be a great memory. I still prefer being married."
"Me too, but I can't help wondering if we will ever see Ted and Clara again. We didn't get their phone number or their last name. What should we do if we do run into them?"
My fingertips slipped up her inner thigh and under her very short skirt. "Right now, I'm only interested in getting you home."
"Seriously, George. Wouldn't it be rather awkward? Suppose I see her in the grocery store. What would I say to her? 'I loved fucking your husband.'"
"I believe she already knows that. We do know where they live." She gasped as when my finger touched her slit.
"We can't go knock on their door and ask if they want to fuck again. You said you would like to have Clara again."
"Only with your permission. Are you trying to wiggle your way into fucking Ted again?"
"I'm still turned on by what I saw this morning. I hope you aren't mad at me. I'm the one that really instigated last night, at least on our part."
"Granted, our evening didn't go exactly as we planned, but we did stick to our swinging singles characters. We're both guilty of being unfaithful. I can't be mad at you without also being mad at myself. I admit I was a bit jealous when I first saw you talking with Ted."
"Why didn't you stop us?"
"I couldn't think of a way to intrude on your conversation without disclosing what we were doing. When I asked Clara to dance, I didn't know she was Ted's wife. It was pretty obvious you were trying to make me jealous when you kissed Ted. Clara kissed me to upset Ted. All four of us wanted the full swap."
My fingertip found her clit. "If you don't quit that, I'm going to sit on your lap right here." Her hand caressed my cock through my pants.
"I bet you say that to all the guys. If there weren't a lot of children here, I'd take you up on that offer."
Our food arrived, and we ate with gusto being intent on getting home quickly.
Although we were horny enough to play with each other on the drive home, the seat belts prevented us from doing more than placing our hands on each other's thighs. We managed quick kisses at red traffic lights.
The moment the front door of our house closed, our pent-up passions were released. Our mouths clamped together in a furious tongue tango. Barbara's hand opened my fly and extracted my cock while I laid my hand over her pussy lips. Our breathing was deep and heavy. We trotted to the bedroom, shucking our clothes as we went. She plopped down on the bed on her back. I did a nosedive between her legs landing with my mouth on her pussy. The lips were already open inviting my tongue to caress her clit. Her hips bucked against my jaw as I devoured her nubbin. "Fuck me!" she growled with her hands full of my hair. I crawled up over her and inserted my rigid cock into her dripping pussy. Before I could get settled into the saddle, her hips thrusted forcefully against mine. My loins tightened. "Cum on my tummy. I want to see your cum." Just as I was about to release, I pulled out of her cunt. My seed flew up to her breasts. Over and over my balls shot their contents. Completely exhausted I collapsed on my side. Several minutes past before either of us could speak.
"That was hotter than our wedding night," I said between gasps.
"I know. Do you think we overdid being single?"
"Hell, no. I just hope I can find the strength to do it again."
During the following weeks, our lust level climbed to new heights. Much of what we did was the same as before, but with increased enthusiasm and desire. We started cooking and eating our meals in the nude. No time of the day was off limits. Often we fucked before breakfast. Sometimes we interrupted a meal to return to bed. Phone sex during the middle of the workday became commonplace.
One evening after a naked dinner and a torrid time in bed when we snuggled up against one another, Barbara said, "Guess who I ran into at the grocery store."
"Santa Claus," I answered.
She smiled. "No. Clara."
"Oh, boy. You were uptight about that possibility."
"Everything went well. After we put our groceries into our cars, we went to a coffee shop to chat. They have opened their marriage to include other people."
"In other words, they have become swingers."
"Not swingers per se. They don't do the parties and the orgies. They just have random hookups. Sometimes as a couple and other times separately. They go to a singles' bar about twice a month on the prowl. A lot of the time they meet other couples who are there for the same reason we were. A bartender told her about ten per cent of the customers are couples."
"How does he know that?"
She took my left hand and pulled my ring toward the first knuckle. "See that white ring around your finger? It's a dead giveaway. Married people are branded by that ring."
"What else did you talk about?"
"She admitted she wants to fuck you again. If you want her, you have my permission."
"And you want Ted again? Okay, we can do it."
"It would be a lot of fun. She also suggested that the four of us go to the bar."
"Why would we need the bar? They could come here, or we could go to their house. We don't have to play the swinging singles pickup game."
"She wouldn't say any more, but I got the feeling they have more in mind than just a swap. We traded phone numbers. I can call her and set something up." Barbara made the call. Her facial expressions were a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. When the call was over, she said, "They want to go to the place where we met, but we are to meet them in the parking lot first."
The proposed Friday night finally came. Neither of us wore our underwear. We drove to the bar and parked in the rear of the lot as Clara had instructed. She and Ted parked beside us a minute later. We got out of the cars and stood in front of them. "This is what we are going to do," Clara said. "Barbara and I are going inside and pick up a couple guys. George, you and Ted are going to the Tender Trap for a couple girls. You guys use your best pickup lines. Everyone is due at our house at eleven."
"So there will be four couples," I said. "Doing what?"
"We're having an orgy," Ted said. "Don't tell me you don't like the idea."
"I love it!" Barbara said. "I get two new cocks tonight. Say yes, Honey."
"All right," I said, "I can handle two new pussies."
"Rings off," Clara said as she put hers into her purse. "Come on, Barbara. Let's go get a couple big ones."
Ted and I got into his car and drove the two miles to the other bar. As we approached the bar's door, two women who appeared to be in their mid-twenties also approached. I pulled the door open. "Ladies, first," I said.
"Thank you," the one in the blue dress said as she went inside.
"Thank you," her friend in the white dress said. "It's nice to meet a real gentleman." The dress hugged her body. Although the fabric was opaque, her nipples were evident. "They're cute," she whispered to the other woman.
"I heard that," Ted said. They giggled. "You two are beautiful. May we have the privilege of buying your first round of drinks with totally ungentlemanly intent."
"You don't beat around the bush," blue dress said. "I like that. I'm Susan."
"I'm George and he's Ted," I said.
"Billie," said white dress. "I'll accept the drink offer. I see an empty table for four. Why don't we sit there and get acquainted? I'd like a vodka martini."
"Me too," Susan said.
