Unknown - The swap club

I slept late that morning, having a midmorning flight. I came down the steps around nine that morning, and was surprised that Debby was dressed for the gym. "You must be feeling better," I commented.

"Yeah, my fever broke last night, and when I woke up, I could feel my sinuses draining."

What a lovely sight, I imagined. Still, I was glad for her. She set a cereal bowl before me and got out the milk and juice. "Going to work? Don't push it!" I warned.

"Don't worry, I won't. One class, then a swim. I've got some time coming to me, anyway," she said. Debby puttered around the kitchen, cleaning and doing dishes while I read the paper and occasionally looked her over. Leotards and a wrap skirt and sneakers. Very tight, and it showed her figure nicely. A low cut back and low enough in the front to show a bit of cleavage, too. It was obvious she was wearing a sports bra under the Spandex. A funny thing about Debby's time of the month. She says that she always put on some weight or retains water (Whatever the hell that means!) and her bra size increases a full cup, to DD. Great for titfucks!

I finished my breakfast and put my dishes in the sink. I grabbed my briefcase and bag and headed for the front door, Debby following behind. Setting down my bags I turned to her and wrapped my arms around her. We gave each other a long deep kiss, then arms still around each other, backed our heads apart to say good-bye.

"I'm sorry about last night, hun," she said. "Maybe if I had felt then like I feel now…"

I moved my hands lower, to her skirt, and slipped them under the hem. I cupped her cheeks and squeezed them suggestively. "Really? You mean we could have…"

Debby blushed up at me, squirming at my touch. "Well, no, not like that. But maybe something else." I continued to squeeze and massage her buttocks and her groin moved in towards mine. I ground my erection into her belly. "Wow! You really are horny, aren't you?" she said with a giggle.

"It's been a long week, babe. Can we?"

She shook her head no. "Not yet. But by the time you get back, um, hmm." She ground her groin back at me. Then she pushed herself back away from me. Reaching up to her shoulders, she grabbed her shoulder straps. "Why don't I just give you something special to think about while you're away," she said as she pulled the leotard and bra to her waist. Her tits sprang forth and she sank to her knees before me.

The resulting blowjob was most commendable, and I left the house with a smile on my face. I remember reading somewhere that the reason most men go to hookers is because their wives won't suck them off. Debby would never have to worry about me.

The trip was fruitful, if monastic. I looked forward to my return home and the promised rematch. When my plane landed, I called Debby to let her know I was in, but late, and to remind her to wear something interesting. Instead, she told me that Jeff and Denise had moved their dinner invitation up to tonight, instead of tomorrow, so could I meet her at their place, rather than go home. Crestfallen, I agreed. Well, that rematch would have to wait a few hours. Or not. What did I expect, Debby waiting at the front door, naked on her back with her thighs open? I probably wouldn't have gotten it any sooner anyway.

I got to Jeff and Denise's about five minutes earlier than my wife. Jeff and I had beer in the living room, while Denise yelled from the kitchen that she'd be in in a few minutes. I called out my greetings and Jeff and I stood around sipping beer. Then the bell rang and Jeff opened the door to let my wife in. She kissed us both, then headed into the kitchen to see Denise.

Both Jeff and I were startled out of our conversation at a loud "ACK!" emanating from the kitchen. We looked at each other for a moment, then ran in, to find Debby and Denise staring and pointing at each other. It took us a few moments to figure things out. They had the same dresses on! Both had decided to wear light sundresses which buttoned down the front and came a few inches above their knees and hung from thin straps off their shoulders, hose, and high heeled sandals. As Jeff and I laughed at their discomfort, they were babbling about Sears and buying their dresses there. Finally, Denise grabbed Debby's hand, and looking daggers at us, said she was going to change. They marched off to the master bedroom, Debby grabbing a couple of beers as she passed. Denise turned back and grabbed another pair of bottles, and then they disappeared down the hall. Jeff and I returned to the living room, still laughing at the pair.

The two came back about half an hour later and twirled around before us in the living room. "We decided if one of us couldn't wear the dress, neither of us could," said Denise. "I loaned Debby an outfit." Denise had changed into a tight button front denim skirt and a off the shoulder peasant blouse, while Debby had on a sleeveless green print wrap shirt and matching wrap skirt. They both still wore their hose and sandals. Jeff and I dutifully whistled and applauded, then we went back to drinking our beers. With a loud "Harrumph!" the girls went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Salad and dinner and dessert were served in the dining room, along with a bottle of wine. We decided to have some more wine in the living room. Jeff and I took out the dishes and the girls stayed behind in the kitchen to clean up. Jeff and I went back to the living room. I sat in an overstuffed armchair while Jeff sprawled out on the couch.

He turned his head to me and spoke in a low voice. "I think you and I are going to get lucky tonight, bud."

I glanced quickly at the kitchen and turned back to him. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. The girls have been coming on to us since they changed. Didn't you notice?"

I thought it over a bit. "Well, I don't know… I thought Denise was just flirting."

"Hey man, flirting is a wink and a smile, not flashing pussy. Your wife has been showing me some naked gash for the last hour." Jeff had a big shit eating grin as he said this.

"Oh, bullshit!" I exclaimed quietly. "Debby had on pantyhose and panties. I saw her dress."

"No bullshit! I don't care what she was wearing when you got here. I'm telling you, I've been staring at Mount Baldy since they changed clothes."

I had to think about this for a second. Was it kosher to have a private party, outside of the regular group? I asked Jeff.

"Shit, I don't know. I really doubt this is the first time this has happened. I figure, what the fuck, it's all within the group, so why not!"

I nodded back in agreement and settled back in the armchair to see what would happen next. It didn't take long to find out. The girls came back in bearing four wine glasses. Jeff sat back upright and Debby sat down next to him. She sat very close and crossed her legs so that the wrap skirt fell apart, exposing her legs right to the tops of the garter length stockings she had changed into. Denise came over to me and handed me a glass, then settled down into my lap, sitting sideways and facing the others. It was obvious Jeff had pegged the mark. Denise's button front skirt was undone well up her thighs, which she spread as far as she could without slipping off my lap. She too was wearing garter length stockings. Her off shoulder blouse was pulled way down, too, exposing her tanned shoulders and the tops of her breasts, right down to the edges of her pink aureoles. Wow!

Well, shit, you don't have to hit me with a sledge hammer to wake me up! My plans to spend the better part of a week's jism on my wife went right out of the window. Denise would do just fine. As I sipped my wine with one hand, the other began to trace circles on her shoulders. She gave a small shiver and took a deep drink from her glass. I finished off my glass and set it down. Moving my finger up to her neckline, I tugged the bow at the keyhole opening (Which displayed a considerable amount of cleavage!) and loosened her blouse. Hooking fingers into both the front and back of the top, I tugged it down, exposing her massive mammaries. I don't know just how big they are, but they must be on the order of Debby's 38 Ds! Denise placed her hands behind my head and tugged my face to her chest. As I began to lick and nibble her nipples, I slid a hand down to her skirt and popped the last remaining buttons. It fell apart, displaying a lacy blue garter belt holding up her stockings, and no panties to hide her neatly trimmed bush. My fingers went sliding home.