This is a nearly true story. I've filled it in some but I won't tell you what parts are true and what parts I've added. I will tell you that the places and the people are real. I haven't even changed the names, because there are no innocent to protect.
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It started out as a wife swap. We had known Pat and Linda for years. Linda was Lois' friend from high school and I'd met Pat in the Job Corp and we went from there to Upward Bound together. It was there we met Lois and Linda. I had always been interested in swapping. I even suggested to Pat, while we were still in school, that we get adjoining rooms at a motel some weekend and make it with the girls and then trade through the adjoining door. It never happened. But that was several years before that actual swap.
Actually, the swap was a year in the making. I'd managed to get Lois to admit that Pat was kind of a hunk and I know that he liked to flirt with her. I'd even seen him pat her butt, usually masked as a kind of "discipline" thing. So when I talked up how much she might enjoy a romp with Pat to the point her of thinking maybe she would like it if we all were in agreement, I set the stage.
We were going over to Pat and Linda's to play cards. I had Lois wear her red knee length dress that showed a lot of cleave and no pantyhose. She wore no bra and I tried to get her to leave off the panties, but that was a no go. Well, we went to their apartment, an upstairs in a duplex. After the usual preliminaries, we sat at their kitchen table for a game of Rummy. I maneuvered things so that Lois sat opposite Pat across the narrow side of the table, while Linda and I sat on the ends.
Pat immediately kicked off his shoes. I could see him eyeing Lois' cleavage. Then about two hands into the game, he took the bait. I don't think he could tell that it was obvious to me, but he did a tentative little brush on Lois' foot and she just looked up at him, when he did it the second time, she glanced at me an then Linda, who was oblivious to the whole thing. This time it wasn't tentative, he blatantly played footsie. Then he even surprised me. He took off his socks and started in again, not being satisfied with the foot, but progressing up the calf. I got the details from Lois later.
He spent about three minutes stroking her calf with his bare foot and then escalated the process. It didn't take long before it was up to her knee. I've got to give him this much, he was a good actor. He pretended not to even be paying attention to her. Leaning back, he began to tell stories and act as if he was really into the game. Even with the distraction of his foot on my wife's bare leg, he played well. I couldn't say the same for Lois. It was beginning to get to her. She began making dumb plays that she should have known better than to do.
She told me that he really got to her when his foot went up between her thighs under the hem of her dress. He began swapping back and forth between legs without really loosing contact. This to spite the fact that she had spread her legs to accommodate his advances. I could see her chest rise and fall as her breathing became a little labored, though she struggled to keep it even. He scooted forward on his chair ever so slowly as he advanced further up her legs. She cooperated by scooting forward a bit herself. I saw her breath deep and her eyes rolled back a little as she fought to maintain at least a semblance of concentration on the game. The game lasted about fifteen minutes more. Lois tells me that most of that time his big toe had pushed aside the crotch of her panties and was stroking her clitoris and even penetrating her. Lois was getting hot, what's more, so was I. Just thinking about what he was doing really got to me.
Not surprising, Linda won the game. After all, she was the only one giving it her full attention. "I've got to use the potty," she said by way of excusing herself.
I took the opportunity to broach the subject of a swap with Pat.
"Pat, Lois and I were wondering if you and Linda would like to swap partners with us. You know get a little strange?"
Well, he was concerned about Linda's reaction and said, "I could go for it, but we can't make Linda think we've been plotting behind her back. Wait until she comes back and bring it up again."
I agreed and then said, "You know, I don't remember if I locked the car. I'd better go check it," and left, having no intention of going out to the car. Instead, I went about four or five steps down and sat in the dark stair well. Since there was no door at the top of the stair well, I could easily hear every thing that went on in the kitchen just through the wall from me.
I heard a chair scoot back and Pat say, "I wondered why you were so receptive to what I was doing. I expected you to object the second time I touched you and if not then, at least when I got above your knee."
"Now you know," Lois replied.
Then it was quite for a while and I thought I heard Lois moan, just a little. Then there was a sound I recognized. It was a large slurping, popping sound. It was the sound of someone sucking breast and coming loose with the suction in full force. Another chair moved and I heard them walk to the living room. I crept up the stairs and peaked around the corner. They were standing just inside the living room door. Lois grabbed him and planted a huge, wet, passionate kiss on him. I could tell there was tongue involved - hers in his mouth. He of course returned the gesture. When they came up for air, he blatantly lifted her dress and stuck his hand in her crotch. She sucked in her breath sharply and kissed him again.
Breaking again, he did something in front of him with his left hand and then, with his hands in her hips, he pulled them into his and ground himself against her. She ground back and hugged him tightly, her eyes rolling back as he moved his hands around to her butt and tried to pull her closer. She began to hump in little short strokes. Could he be big enough to actually penetrate her standing up? I thought. The answer, I learned later was yes, by at least three to four inches. God I was hot watching that.
All to soon, Lois pulled back and said, "We shouldn't be doing this."
"I know," he replied, "but it feels so good."
"What if Linda catches us?" You notice, she wasn't worried about me catching them. Had she seen me peeking around the corner when he pulled her hips to his and then since I was only watching she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it?
He acquiesced and I heard his zipper. He then took her in his arms and began dancing to the music on the radio. Just then, I heard the bathroom door open. I slid back down the stairs and sat quietly, hoping that Linda hadn't noticed me. I guess not, since she breezed right by the open stairwell without so much as a glance. I heard Pat say, "We were just dancing," sounding every bit as guilty as he was. I became aware of the throbbing in my groin. I was near creaming my jeans. It took several minutes get the thing to subside enough so I could walk into the room without advertising my arousal.
We tried our best to sell Linda on the idea of swapping but she became the holdout and when it became clear to Lois that Linda wasn't interested, she gave up the idea. That night when we got home, I extracted a blow by blow from Lois and jumped her bones in greater passion then I had ever known.
