"Okay, now what do we do?" Patty said. "Kiss and make up? Forgive and forget? Divorce? You know this wouldn't have happened if you had paid as much attention to me as you did to her."
"I wouldn't have been staring at her if she hadn't been exhibiting herself so much," I replied. "My attentions changed the moment I saw you in this...." I picked up one of the bra cups. "This, whatever you call it."
"Why didn't you do something when you saw me in it?"
"I didn't get a chance. Fred came right over, and you dashed off with him."
"That's because I was still pissed off. Did you really get turned on when I put it on?"
"Absolutely. I don't know about you, but I just had the hottest sex of my life."
"You're right. I should have bought it sooner. I have to agree we've never been hotter than just now."
"The thing that turned me on the most was knowing that you had just been fucked."
"I don't get it. My fucking Fred made you horny."
"Yes. I can't explain it. Knowing you had just been fucked got to me. I could see the two of you in my mind's eye. It was hotter than a porno flick. I guess I had to restake my claim to you, take your love back from him."
"You always had my love. I was angry, but I still loved you. When I had him inside me, I still loved you. There is no reason for you to be jealous."
"No reason. A lot of people would disagree with you. I am, however, not jealous. If anything, I feel grateful. I wouldn't have been so turned on if you hadn't fucked him. I'm still horny as hell. I want you again right now."
"We have company coming. Waiting should get us even hotter. Back to my original question: how was Julie?"
"That particular fuck wasn't too good. I was too excited from watching Fred play with your pussy. I shot my wad right away. The water washed her lubrication away, so I doubt it was good for her either."
"Maybe you should try her again. Go over some morning when Fred and I are out jogging. I can keep him away long enough."
"Are you serious? You want me to fuck her again?"
"Yes. I had fun with Fred. You deserve fun with her."
"I don't believe my ears. Are you suggesting we become swingers?"
"I hadn't thought about it that way. We could limit ourselves to only swapping with them."
"What if they don't want to?"
"Then we've had a one-time fling and it's over. I bet you'd like to have Julie again. Wouldn't you?" I didn't respond. "I would like to have Fred again. You want me to have him again. It would turn you on tremendously. Am I right?"
"Yes." I was breathing heavily. "We have a half hour before we have to shower and get dressed."
I pushed her onto her back and pressed my mouth to hers. Her hand stroked my rigid tool. "You're hard again already? The idea of my being with him really does get to you." She was tormenting me, but she was right. I was extremely aroused, and I loved it. I could only hope she was getting just as hot thinking about Julie and me. I raised her legs and spread them wide as I planted my mouth on her pussy. Cum still dripped out of her cunt. Greedily I lapped it up. "Eat my lover's cum," she said breathing deeply. Yes, there still was some of his in there mixed with mine. I didn't care about mine; it was his I wanted. She would have to screw him again, and then come directly to me so I could eat his cum.
I was panting with excitement as I mounted her. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and locked her ankles together. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" My hips pounded hers. I was a fucking machine. All I could do was pump my cock into her hot sloppy tunnel. Faster! Faster! Faster! Only my dick and her love hole existed, and their only purpose was hot violent fucking. Her love muscles clamped down on me as I exploded into her. My entire body was as rigid as a steel beam. The only motion was my loins pumping her full of my boiling sperm. Her pussy became tighter. She was so wet she couldn't keep a grip on me. I was forced out of her. Her nails dug deeply into my back as she screamed with passionate delight.
I don't know who regained their senses first. Suddenly we realized Fred and Julie would arrive in twenty minutes. I dashed into the shower while Patty grabbed her douche. Five minutes later I was out of the shower, and she was in it. I put on a pair of pants, a shirt, and a pair of loafers. She donned a white skirt and blouse and her wedge shoes. Neither of us had time for underwear. We finished dressing when the doorbell rang.
We opened the door together. For once, Julie was dressed rather conservatively in a blue skirt, white blouse, and blue pumps,. Fred's attire was similar to mine. We went to the living room. Fred and Julie sat on the sofa. Patty and I sat opposite them on the love seat. No one spoke for a couple minutes. Fred placed his palms together and leaned forward. "There's no denying what we did this afternoon," he said with forced calmness. "All four of us. We, Julie and I, are prepared to accept full responsibility for everything. We hope you can forgive us."
"I don't understand," Patty said.
"We were overcome by lust," Julie said. "We shouldn't have put the make on you."
"I put Fred's hand between my legs," Patty said. "I put the make on him."
"You talk like you raped us," I said. "I don't recall anyone putting up any resistance."