WIFE SWAPPING – A weekend outing goes awry for three couples

“Cool. I’m going to tell Jack to fuck your pretty little head off tonight, and I might even give him a flash or two for inspiration.” Sheri told her friend.

“Mmmm, maybe I’ll do the same for you. With Alex I mean. I mean with you. Oh shit, you know what I mean.” Jill mumbled, stumbling over her words.

We saw Jack was tending the grill, with tongs in his hand, and his substantial hard-on, just inches from the hot metal. “Careful, bud!” I called out to him from a few feet away, “Don’t burn that thing!”

He looked at me quizzically, and turned the tenderloin with the tongs. “It’s doing fine,” he said.

“That’s not the meat you should be worried about.” Sheri warned him.

He looked down and saw his dick was waving in the air only about an inch away from the rounded kettle. He turned his hips toward us, “Whoops! Thanks for the warning. But if y’all weren’t looking so incredibly hot, I wouldn’t have this problem, you know.”

“Thanks,” I blurted, “it’s nice to know you care.”

“Not you, asshole,” he laughed. “The other two.”

We were standing just a couple of feet away, and I reached out and squeezed the nearest tit on each woman. “Don’t you mean the other four?”

Sheri slapped my hand away, but Jill pushed herself against me. “Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of that bad boy after dinner,” she told Jack. I rubbed her nipple just a bit, feeling it responding, then pulled my hand away and gave her rear a loud smack, eliciting a yelp.

Sheri and I entered the cabin, to find Dan and Robin locked in a passionate embrace. “Get a room you two!” I teased.

“We’ve got one,” Dan said with a smile, and then he peeled himself away and finished setting the table, while Sheri and Robin whispered between themselves.

Dinner was a remarkably calm affair, with a wonderful meal, and a gallon of Cabernet to wash it down. As the meal ended, I could feel the tension in the room building. I was certain we all knew where this would soon be heading. The girls once more volunteered for cleanup duty, and Dan started up our fireplace again. It was still warm in the cabin, but with the sun down, and the breeze cutting through the room, it was rapidly cooling off. Dan went to work starting up the fire, and I indulged in one of my worse habits, retiring to the front porch, and lighting up a big old Fuente Double Corona. My little travel wallet held four oversized cigars, and I offered one to Jack, an excellent Ashton, who happily accepted and joined me, looking out over the water.

We just rocked in the chairs, inhaling the strong smoke.

“Best fucking day in years,” he finally sighed.

“I’ll second that,” I told him, and we tapped our cigars against each other, as if toasting.

“I got a confession,” he said softly. “I might have gone a little farther with Sheri then she or I planned.” He hesitated before continuing, “I don’t mean nothing by it, I hope you know, but damn, she’s a sexy woman.”

I reached out and gave him a playful slug on the shoulder. “It was their game. We’re only fucking men, right? Slaves to our hormones, which they so skillfully put into play.” I took a deep draw, lazily letting the smoke slowly escape my lips. “I figure I’m just as guilty as you, with Jill. You might find some beard rash on her chest, if you were to look closely. I should have shaved this morning.”

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