There seem to be so many fetishes around these days; latex, rubber, bondage and the like, that good old wife-swapping now appears not to be so popular anymore. Well, let me tell you; it is where I live!
Our whole neighbourhood is at it. Young or old, black or white there are at least twenty of us all within a few miles of each other that think nothing of popping round to a friends' house for dinner and waking up in the morning with a different partner!
And it's not just the married couples that get in on the action either. My lovely wife, Mandy and I are very fortunate. We happen to live next door to Julia Mason. Julia is the single mum of an eighteen-year-old son, Max. Her husband apparently left her when Max was very young and she's reared the lad virtually single-handed. She's made a pretty good job of it too. But Max is quite a shy lad – unlike his mother! Both Mandy and Julia are bi-sexual and many's the time that my wife, my neighbour and I have shared a quiet little threesome together.
But this story is not about Julia. It's about Max – Max and my wife.
It was a Saturday – the best day of the week as far as I'm concerned – and Julia had invited Mandy and I over to her house for a late afternoon drink. It was a hot day in July. Julia had set out her garden furniture on the terrace and so the three of us sat down to enjoy cool cocktails. All of us where in swimsuits in order to soak up the last of the afternoon sun but, Mandy being Mandy, and as usual being as outrageous as possible, had worn the tiniest bikini I had ever seen. The thin material – what there was of it – clung to her like a second skin and left very little to the imagination.
Like a good, dutiful son, Max was milling around making sure that our glasses where always kept topped up. He was barefoot but still wearing a t-shirt and jeans and was clearly too hot.
"Why don't you put your swim shorts on and join us in the sun, Max?" His mother asked lazily. "It's too hot to be dressed like that."
"Everything's in the wash Jules. I think all I got is what I'm standing up in!"
Max always called his mother by name. Somehow it made him seem a little older and her a little younger.
"Well sit down in your boxer's then!" Julia continued, laughing. "I'm sure Mandy and Clive won't mind."
My wife and I both agreed that Max should relax a little. He had certainly earned a drink. But Max was still a little reluctantly shy and it took Julia another few minutes of persuasion before he eventually slipped off his t-shirt and jeans and flopped into a lounger in his underwear.
"There. That's better isn't it?" Julia said kindly. Here, have a glass of beer."
As we all sat and drank, the conversations started. The two girls chatted about their week – they both work for the same company – and I made idle conversation with Max. I tried to interest him with questions about girlfriends, cars and sports but his answers came as little more than teenaged monotone grunts. I was about to lose patience and give up completely when I realised the reason for his distraction – he could hardly keep his eyes off my wife!
To be fair, I couldn't really blame him. Mandy's nipples were clearly visible through the almost translucent material of her bikini top and the briefs – an extremely apt description for them – were little more than a string that barely covered her shaved mound. I smiled inwardly. It always gives me a thrill when other men notice my wife – especially younger, inexperienced men.
"Excuse me for a moment." Max suddenly said politely, "I have to use the bathroom."
"Use the outside one." Julia cut in. "The decorators still haven't finished upstairs and I don't want you treading dust all the way through the house."
Max nodded and, a little awkwardly and trying to hide an obvious bulge in his shorts, sauntered off towards the outside changing suite and bathroom. I watched him go, waiting until I was sure he was out of earshot before turning to my wife.
"I hope you're happy with yourself." I joked. "Did you see how uncomfortable you made the poor lad?"
"Of course I saw! It would have been difficult to miss that bulge." She turned to Julia before continuing. "I'm sorry, Jules. If I'd have know Max was going to be here I'd have worn something a little more…er....suitable!"
"Oh don't apologise. I'm just glad he's taking an interest in sex at last. I've never seen him with a girlfriend – or boyfriend for that matter! And I know he's not short on equipment; I saw him get out of the shower the other day!"
I could tell that images of a naked Max were already filtering through my wife's mind. She was squirming a little in her seat. God, she can be such a slut!
"Now that I would like to see!" She said, maybe a little too quickly. "Oh, sorry again, Julia. I don't know what's the matter with me today!"
"The heat must be making you horny!" I chipped in.
"Maybe Max too." Julia replied. Mandy and I had been joking around but Julia's face showed no sign of jest. "Why don't you seduce him? You know he fancies the ass off you and I know it would be good for him!"
All of a sudden I could see Mandy's eyes sparkle. She has a wild, uninhibited sex drive and she never has to be asked twice for sex.
"What a great idea, Jules." I could see that she was really excited by the prospect. "Quick, hand me that robe."
In a second, my wife had peeled off her swimsuit and wrapped Julia's dark towelling robe around her. I only caught a quick glimpse of her naked body but it was enough to give me an instant erection. God knew what effect it would have on Max!
Watching Mandy stride off towards the bathroom, I looked at Julia and smiled. "By the look of that bulge he had in his shorts, I don't think this will last too long!" I said with a smile.
"Let's go see shall we?" Julia's eyes gleamed with excitement as she led me away by the hand.
As we both peered into the bathroom from the small outside window, we could see that Mandy had just entered the newly built suite.
"Oh, sorry, Max. I'd forgotten you were in here."
