Late May 1985
As a group of friends, they were somewhat ill matched. Two married couples in their thirties with five children between them, all under the age of eleven. It was the children, all in the same school friendship groups, that had brought them together in the first place. The parents became more familiar with one another through fund raising events for the school and social events in the wider community.
At some point, someone had suggested a 'progressive' dinner party as a way of raising funds. It was a social event that was becoming popular in polite society. Each participating couple had to prepare a starter, main course or dessert; to be consumed at their house in the company of three other couples. The result was ever more inebriated groups of people, hastening around the village, carrying booze and looking for their next course of food. Now the adults were having fun too; rumours of drunken groping, and fondling underneath dining tables, began to enter local legend.
It was at one of these events that Belinda and Greg had begun to form a flirtatious association with Viv and Jeff. None of them would have claimed to be in a particularly happy place in their lives. Belinda and Greg had been married for thirteen years, toleration had begun to turn into dissatisfaction on both sides. Greg ran his own jewellery business, which kept him out of the house for as long as he could manage. He was thirty-nine years old and, with each passing year, seemed to become ever more miserable and angry with the world.
Belinda, by contrast, usually made an effort to be cheerful and often found herself apologising for her husband's unpredictable behaviour. The shapely brunette had a growing sense that the one big mistake of her life was marrying Greg, but she loved her three boys and threw herself into raising them whilst juggling a full time job as a teacher. At thirty-five, she was four years younger than her dark haired, reasonably good looking, but less than affectionate husband. Her hopes of being in a loving relationship with Greg had receded at roughly the same rate that her fantasies about other men had started to develop.
Viv and Jeff's fifteen year marriage had floundered frequently. She'd discovered his infidelities with four different women who, she suspected, were merely the tip of an iceberg. Had she herself ever dallied with anyone on the numerous dental profession conferences that she had attended over the years? Only Viv knew the answer to that question and the lithe, flaxen haired thirty-six year old's lips were sealed.
Jeff was an engineer and at thirty-seven years of age, he was fully aware that he was handsome and well built; God's gift to women, or so he thought. Like the alpha male of the herd, he was driven to possess as many women as he could. He'd got his eye on Belinda and she knew it.
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When the need arose, Belinda occasionally picked up Viv's children from the child minders, and vice versa. The two women had formed a friendship originally based on convenience, but increasingly out of mutual respect. It wasn't long before Belinda had invited Viv and her husband to dinner. It had been a highly flirtatious occasion, even Greg had joined in the banter and the jokey fondling that had been the theme of the evening. A return dinner evening at Viv and Jeff's, a few weeks later, had reinforced the unspoken agreement between them all that, provided it was done light heartedly, the two men could openly show their sexual attraction to each other's wives, and the wives could be coy about their 'availability.'
As the couples parted, with hugs and kisses that they pretended were flirtatious fun, but knew otherwise, Greg made a suggestion.
"How about you coming to us next time and I'll get a couple of naughty videos for us to watch?"
"Great idea Greg, make sure they're really filthy," said Jeff as he squeezed Belinda's buttocks.
"Okay lover boy, save it for next time. If you're good, I'll sit on your knee while we watch the porn films."
"Fuck yes Bel, that's a promise I won't mind 'holding' you to."
"You can sit on my knee Viv and we'll talk about the first thing that comes up," joked Greg.
"You should be so lucky," laughed Viv.
Belinda and Greg walked home in silence, she contemplated whether they might be on the brink of something serious with their increasingly amorous friends. They were soon in bed, wordlessly enjoying their separate fantasies of fucking Jeff and Viv. As she came for the first time in weeks, Belinda imagined Jeff's large, hard cock inside her. Greg had managed to last long enough between her legs for her to come this time, but he rolled over and switched off the bedside lamp as soon as he'd finished. She knew instinctively that, just as she'd fantasised about Jeff as she'd come, her husband had similarly been fantasising about Viv.
***** Early June *****
The next dinner date was arranged. Jeff's parents babysat their two children. Belinda and Greg's boys were sound asleep in bed when Viv knocked on their front door one Saturday night at the beginning of June. On their two previous get togethers, they had all dressed casually but smart. This time though, Belinda had been harbouring fantasies about dressing to turn Jeff on by making herself accessible. She knew that the evening was unlikely to result in anything more than kissing and fondling, but she wanted to make him as hard as possible, to dangle her availability before him and make him want her.
She urged Greg to wear smart light coloured chinos and a blue checked shirt, while she took her time preparing herself as a temptress. She wore a knee length, blue dress in fine jersey material, with cap sleeves and a pink belt. The dress flared and flowed around her buttocks and thighs; the material being fine enough to easily feel the suspender clips attached to the flesh coloured stockings that she was also wearing. Four inch high stilettos pushed her height up to five feet ten inches, giving her a tall, elegant and very sexy appearance.
She would normally have gone bare legged in such warm weather but, suspecting that Jeff would be hugely turned on by the feel of her sexy lingerie through her dress, she had chosen to wear stockings; she would love to have been brave enough not to wear panties.
Then, suddenly, she felt foolish, what did she think was she doing trying to seduce another woman's husband in front of her own husband. She hurriedly removed the stockings and suspender belt and threw them onto the bed, as she stepped back into her stilettos, Greg shouted to her from downstairs.
"For fuck's sake Belinda, stop messing around and get your arse downstairs, they'll be here in a minute."
"Okay okay, I'm coming, and please try not to be so rude when they get here."
She walked towards the bedroom door feeling indignant about how her husband had just spoken to her, as she reached the threshold, she looked back over her shoulder at the discarded stockings and suspenders.
"Fuck it," she thought, "why shouldn't I."
In the hope, or perhaps even the expectation, that she would drive Jeff wild with desire at the same time as making her husband jealous, she quickly refitted her stockings and suspenders. When she got downstairs to the lounge and Greg laid eyes on her, she could see that he was aroused. She knew that it would make him angry rather than amorous, but she also knew that there was no time for him to send her back upstairs to get changed into something less provocative. He looked her up and down and licked his lips.
"Why are you wearing those shoes? You look a right fucking tart."
"No I don't, why do you hate it so much when I'm the same height as you?"
Greg was about to reply with another cutting comment when doorbell rang. He went out into the hallway to let their guests in. As he did so, she spoke calmly to him.
"Please don't humiliate me tonight, I've had enough of your bullying."
Greg looked daggers at her as he left the room, but any lingering sense of grievance that he held against his wife's fetching appearance was forgotten as soon as he set eyes on Viv. She stepped daintily through the front door in a flower patterned, knee length, sleeveless summer dress and high heeled sandals, and planned a kiss on his cheek. She shook her head and her wavy blonde hair danced on her shoulders; the dress revealed just enough of a hint of her small pert breasts. Greg didn't know whether to look at these or her sparkling blue eyes, he'd never seen her looking so desirable.
Jeff had clearly already had a couple of drinks at home and his loud bonhomie swept Greg into the lounge; the two women went into the kitchen.
