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?"
"I didn't know whether you did it on purpose or if it was an accident, did I?
"No, but you must have had an idea didn't you, when I ran my hand across your breast, just like this," he went on running the palm of his hand across my breast and nipple. That made me jump and I gasped as he continued. "And surely Jay you could be in no doubt when we danced could you?"
"No, no I couldn't and I wasn't," I whispered as taking my hand he pressed it against his stomach. He was fully erect and that made me gasp even louder.
"You didn't object or do anything did you?"
"No."
"And I was pleased with that Jay and it's why Megs and I asked the pair of you to exchange."
"What do you mean, why is it?"
"Because Jayne," he went on in that croaky whisper again. "That made me think that you might be attracted to me, are you?" he asked his face so close to mine as he went on with. "Are you Jay? Are you attracted to me? Do you want us to make love?"
I didn't reply as he pulled my face towards his so that our cheeks met as he went on. "Because Jayne, I am so attracted to and want more than anything to make love to you."
Moving his head so that our gazes locked he whispered the clinching remark. "Can we Jayne, can we make love to each other?"
His words were perfect, they were precisely right for the circumstances, they got to me and they bowled me over. I was gone. Any earlier resistance faded away and my reservations about being unfaithful simply vanished as his lips brushed against mine and, running his tongue around my lips they engulfed mine and he kissed me so deeply and beautifully.
I suppose inevitably that once we started things would happen quickly and they certainly accelerated which I think was good for me as it left me little time to think about what was happening and what I was doing.
As he kissed me, I felt his hand fondle my breast. At first that felt as though it was rather tentative as if he was waiting for my acceptance or, I almost smiled to myself, rejection which, did actually cross my mind. For just a few seconds I queried what I was doing and thought to myself that committing adultery is like being pregnant it's binary, you are either are or you aren't, just as you either have or haven't and I was very much in the second group for both categories.
But I was too far in now, I had crossed the boundary and had made a pact with my husband and new friends and a commitment to myself to have sex with a near stranger and having made it I was not going to back out. Curiosity was now driving me on and at the very basic level of my erotic thinking I wanted to find out just what it was like to be fucked by another man and how different, if any, his cock would feel inside me. So, I did nothing which, presumably conveyed my acceptance to him and almost immediately his hand slid inside the dressing gown right onto my bare breast and he murmured.
"Mmmmm how lovely these are Jayne so full and round."
It had been so long since I had been openly complimented about my boobs that I wasn't sure what to say so I simply muttered.
