Sherry and Mike are about to embark on their first swapping experience, having chosen close friends Cathy and Brian for this initial adventure.
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Over the next 10 days, our sex was the best that it had been for years, we were both living in an air of intense anticipation. Since mutually deciding that we would embark on a partner swap with another couple -- our closest friends -- so excited were we that we fucked like rabbits every night. Even finding ways to cope right through Sherry's period, like fucking while standing in the shower to wash away any mess. However, on the Thursday night before the Saturday that we were to have Cathy and Brian over for dinner and sex, Sherry issued a sudden ultimatum after dinner. "No sex tonight Mike, nor tomorrow night either ... no morning glories too! My vagina is now closed until Saturday."
"What, what on earth are you talking about, you can't do that, not now!"
"Yes I can, and I am. Darling, our sex life has been at a constant peak, and that's good, since having lunch with Cathy ... it's like our marriage has got our spark back and we haven't even done it with them yet. But with all the sex we've had the past week, I thought that to make this Saturday night special, we should all abstain till then, no bodily contact and no cumming until Saturday night ... so that means you can't masturbate either. I called Cathy and she said she totally supports it, they're going to do the same. By the weekend, all four of us will be so eager for it. If we didn't do this, Saturday could have felt like any other night, only with different partners. But now I think it will be extra special"
I was disappointed at first, but the more I considered it, the more sense it made.
A lot more planning went into this particular Saturday than for our usual run-of-the-mill dinner parties. There was still the food and wine to select but we also needed to have crisp clean sheets in both the master bedroom and the guestroom since we didn't yet have a plan for how this would work. Would all of us be comfortable going in together in one bed or would we each take our new partner to different rooms?
If we did do it alongside each other, would the closeness heap more pressure on we guys to be good? Before the night, I talked to Brian, and Sherry to Cathy, and the consensus was that nothing beyond the main course should be planned. We would all just let it evolve as naturally as possible. The only certainty was that I would be laying down with Cathy and my Sherry would be with Brian, so I would at last get to have my fantasy fulfilled.
I showered early, dressing casually in shirt and slacks, socks and shoes. I left my gorgeous wife to shower and dress in private while I went to the living room for the final tidy-up and some quiet time to think about what was about to happen in our marriage. Nothing had been said between Sherry and I on what she might wear, so I was waiting with nearly as much anticipation as I expect Brian would have.
When she at last appeared in the doorway to the living room just before our guests were due to arrive, Sherry took my breath away. I hadn't seen this dress before, so she must have gone out to buy something special for the occasion. It was sleek and black and there wasn't a lot of it, she oozed sex appeal in it. She twirled around for me in a special preview, it was cut low in front, revealing a lot of cleavage. I could spot just a glimpse of her bra beneath. That was obviously push-up because I can't recall ever seeing the slopes of her breasts that prominent before. I felt extremely casual in her presence.
Then, posing for me in the middle of the living room, a few feet in front of where I sat, she dropped her hands onto her thighs, dragging the front of the dress upward, revealing that the black hosiery was in fact a pair of stockings ... no pantyhose for this night. Attached to the top black band around the stockings were suspenders -- two in front and two at the back, revealed when she turned a complete 360 for me -- drawn taut against her upper thighs from an unseen and new garter belt around her waist, all of it black. Very sexy!
I stood up and bridged the gap between us, wrapping my left arm around her shoulder, my right hand dropping down between her thighs. Her dress still raised high, I touched my fingers to the tiny scrap of material that were her panties, "My God, you're wet already honey."
"Yes!" she whispered, "I went back for the bath towel thinking maybe I didn't dry myself well enough, but honey I'm so turned on it just keeps coming, my juices keep flowing like it's a tap that I can't turn off. Oh my God Mike, I am so horny tonight ... maybe it wasn't such a good idea to abstain from sex these past two nights. Mike, do you think it's awful or even disrespectful to you that I'm so turned on, should I be more discreet?"
"No, it's the same for me too honey, feel this." I pulled her hand down to grasp the front of my trousers and she gasped when she felt how hard I was already.
"Oh my God, you said you would be, didn't you? You told me that you'd have an erection all night, how long have you been like that?"
"About an hour or so. I try to think of other things but my mind keeps coming back to what's likely to happen tonight for me with Cathy and for you with Brian so it won't go down. Must be the anticipation honey."
I was correct about the sexual tension in the air ... it was abundantly present from the moment I opened the front door to greet Cathy and Brian. Sherry came to the door with me -- that was different for a start. Normally at our dinner parties, only one of us goes to the door to greet our guests. And instead of a perfunctory peck-on-the-cheek, Cathy stepped forward close to me face-to-face, her lips there and slightly parted, leaving no doubt that she expected to be really kissed straight up, obligating me to fold my arms around her. Her mouth opened the moment our lips met, her tongue teasingly present, licking my lips, waiting for me to reciprocate.
This was to set the tone for the evening, ensuring we were in for a different sort of night. I slipped my tongue between her lips sensuously and we tongue wrestled in and out of each other's mouths for what seemed an inordinately long time, so completely caught up in our moment that I was unaware if our spouses alongside us were similarly involved. I would be embarrassed if when our overtly sexual kiss ended, we would turn to find Sherry and Brian had simply kissed chastely -- as is usual -- and were patiently waiting for us to finish. But to my relief, and you could say delight, my wife and Brian had greeted each other in a similar vein. Sherry's lips were instantly puffy from her equally arousing kiss at the front door and she was in his arms, her own hand draped affectionately over his shoulder. They were already standing there watching us with what looked like avid fascination so they must have finished their kiss first.
"Hmm, what a nice start, this promises to be a very interesting evening," Cathy suggested, winking at the others but not remaining within my arms as our spouses were doing, brushing by me to enter our home. I stood back for Sherry and Brian to follow Cathy and I in turn followed the others into our living room, paying close attention to and even comparing the arses of the two women as their bums moved suggestively in their equally skimpy dresses with each high-heeled step.
Had the two of them consulted each other on what each intended to wear? Cathy looked a million bucks in a red dress made of some shiny material -- hey, I'm not into women's fashion, what do you want? That's the best description I can muster up. It seductively clung to her body, although not overly short, the hem coming to just above the knees. But it was cut very low in front with a deep vee that dropped well below the lower curve of her breasts, confirming no bra. Her red dress was cut low at the sides so that if you missed the display of smooth slopes of boobs in front, you could catch the outer edges whenever she moved her arms. I couldn't detect a pantie-line around her arse as she walked ahead of me, I guessed there may not be much else but her curvaceous body underneath the dress. Cathy's figure was great for a 40-year-old, her breasts a touch bigger than Sherry's ... hips bigger too! To think I was destined to have this woman within hours. My cock twitched positively.
I offered pre-dinner drinks all around and by the time I poured and came to deliver them, the others had chosen where to sit, all three electing to cram up on the sofa, Brian between the two beautiful women. I handed around the drinks and retired to a single chair opposite the sofa. From there I could admire four very feminine long legs, Cathy's were bare and my wife's encased in black stockings ... a nice contrast.
