I wasn't there when Kevin told Tom that exchanging their partners was on so I had no idea precisely what was agreed between them. Kevin just told me that he had told Tom we were up for it and left it at that. I wasn't sure whether that was the best way of him telling his wife that he'd agreed with another guy that he could have sex with her or whether more subtlety might have been more appropriate. What I did know, though, was that when he told me it was all agreed and set up for the next afternoon I felt an enormous surge of sexual excitement and my immediate reaction was that I couldn't wait so, bring it on.
This was quite a massive shock to my system. I had rarely imagined, let alone thought of having sex with a man other than Kevin and that I was now seriously excited by the prospect of doing that with Tom shook me. Part of me wanted to turn the clock back and say no. But that was by some margin the smaller part, the larger, by far, part of me recalled Tom's fingers rubbing the undersides of my breasts, his hand brushing across my nipple and his erection pressed against me when we danced. And those incidents made me realise I wanted to be with him so I kept quiet but that did nothing to stem my nervousness that evening and I found it hard getting to sleep despite Kevin and I making quite intense love that included some fairly long oral by both of us. It was whilst we were doing that when I had Kevin's cock in my mouth that it suddenly hit me that less than twenty-four-hours later, I might have Tom in a similar position!
Probably over a bottle of Majorcan red the guy's made the arrangements. The girls would stay in their rooms and the guys would come to us the next afternoon which, conveniently was forecast to be rainy. The morning was dull and overcast so Kevin and I caught a cab into the nearby village, looked round the shops and had lunch in a neat little cafe.
As the morning wore on my nervousness and excitement increased. The message, 'I am going to commit adultery' kept blasting through my mind as did the picture of being naked in our bed with Tom. Since a few years before our marriage no man other than Kevin had seen me naked and although many had seen my bare boobs when sunbathing none had touched them apart from Tom when we were on the motor scooter and a few when I had danced at functions we attended. 'And now,' I kept thinking. 'He will see them bare, up close and personal, will touch them' and, exciting myself even more as the thought kept going through my mind. 'Tom will kiss, and suck them and chew my nipples!'
Alone in the room as the guys had a drink in the bar giving Megs and me time to get ready for them, my apprehension almost took over and a couple of times I almost called Kevin to cancel everything but, somehow, I soldiered on and at three o'clock I was waiting in the room clad in just a black thong and the hotel's white fluffy, mid-calf-length dressing gown. I had thought long and hard about what to wear going from thinking I'd be fully dressed so that we could enjoy the undressing to being naked and in bed. The thong and dressing gown being the chosen compromise.
"I have fantasised about this almost from the moment we met," Tom said as he poured us glasses of white wine from the bottle he had thoughtfully brought with him which was a nice touch.
"Fantasised about what?" I rather naively asked as he handed me a glass.
"This Jayne," he whispered. "Us."
"Us?" I muttered nervously.
"Yes, being here together, alone."
"Oh I see."
"Do you Jayne, you don't seem too sure," he said as he sat on the bed and patted it beside him.
"Well to be honest Tom, I'm not," I said sitting down beside him wishing I had worn a dress as the lower part of the dressing gown parted almost showing my panties.
"Oh, I thought you were, that you and Kevin had discussed it and were cool about the idea."
"Well yes, in a way we are but I am still not sure," I told him joining him on the bed.
"Not sure about what precisely?" he asked turning so that his knee in his shorts pressed against mine.
My initial thought was to move my leg away from his but given what had been discussed and agreed that seemed rather trite so I left it where it was with his bare leg pressed against mine.
"Being here, alone with you," I managed to say after quite a long pause.
"Why what you are going to do?" he grinned as we stared at each other. "What do you want to do Jayne?"
"Oh God Tom, I don't know."
Slipping his arm around my shoulders he pulled me to him and whispered. "Jayne, we don't have to do anything. We can just drink the wine, sit and talk, go to the bar, take a walk, do anything you wish or," he said pausing before adding. "Do what I imagine by now my wife and your husband are doing and that's make love."
"I've never been unfaithful before."
"Does that mean you are going to now?" he asked his grip on my shoulder tightening and pulling me closer to him so that my right breast was squashed against his chest in the thin shirt and the lapels of the dressing gown parted a little.
"I don't know, oh shit, yes I guess so," I said in a near whimper looking up at him with our faces just inches apart.
He took my chin between his forefinger and thumb and looking right into my eyes said in a husky whisper.
"Jayne I really don't think it's being unfaithful when Kevin has condoned it and is doing exactly the same with Megs. Being unfaithful sort of implies cheating and not letting the partner know, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I guess so and that's what we agreed."
"Were you ok on the bike Jayne, when I touched you that was ok wasn't it?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you didn't stop me or make a fuss, did you?"
