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I was pleased to discover that we’d be able to get a table after only a short wait. With last-minute plans on a Friday night, a short wait was not a sure thing by any means. We spent the time at the bar, where I had the pleasure of watching Alli, short skirt and sans panties, try to slide up onto the high bar stool without becoming intimate with the room. She slapped my arm when she saw me smiling at her struggle, and then I stood alongside her at the crowded bar, the two of us conversing in low tones.

What seemed like moments later the hostess came to fetch us and we followed her through the crowded restaurant to a secluded booth in the back corner; it was a little closer to the kitchen than I might have preferred, but Leo’s does a fine job of keeping the bustle and clatter down, and beggars can’t be choosers.

We settled in and finished our drinks and I ordered a bottle of Merlot; when the sommelier had departed I slowly traced a finger up her inner thigh. To my surprise, not only did she not object, she actually parted her legs to encourage further exploration! Since momma didn’t raise no fools I took advantage, finding her incredibly hot and wet, ready to have a cock slipped into her at a moment’s notice.

I moved my fingers between her puffy lips, slowly playing with her aroused sex below the long, white tablecloth. As it always does, the amazing warm, silky sensation of her slick pussy on my fingertips rapidly hardened my cock, and I throbbed.

I leaned over and kissed her before nuzzling her neck. My lips at her ear, I said. “God, you are incredibly wet and hot. Horny, my love?”

“You have to ask? Yes, I am… very.” Her hand found the hard ridge of my cock and she traced it with her fingers as she looked at me, her rising eyebrows asking me the same question.

I smiled at her as I answered, “Yes, me too. Maybe we should have stayed home tonight.”

She laughed. “Down, boy! We’ll have a nice meal and then go home and screw each other’s brains out.”

“That sounds fun… not that I plan to stop playing here. Have you ever had an orgasm at Leo’s?” I knew she had, of course; I’d given it to her.

She smiled. “Hmm, let’s see… who all have I been here with? I’m sure one of my many men must have done that for me.”

“I’m sure. They’d have been fools to miss the opportunity. I don’t intend to, just so you know.” I dragged my fingertip slowly across her erect clit as I said that, and she gasped and clamped her thighs shut on my hand… and that’s how the sommelier found us when he suddenly appeared with the Merlot I’d ordered.

She subtly released my hand as he went through the whole wine-opening ritual, and I dried my slippery fingers on my napkin as best I could before he handed me the glass with the small pour of wine swirling in the bottom. I swirled it again before raising it to my face for a sniff; with the sweet, sexual scent of Alli on my fingers mixing with the complex aroma of the wine, it was the most arousing wine bouquet I’d ever had the pleasure to breathe! I’m sure Wine Spectator would have rated it at least a 97 based on bouquet alone.

I gave him a nod of approval and he poured for each of us and departed. We enjoyed it, talking softly to each other as we perused the menu, sneaking touches beneath the table and keeping each other’s kettles simmering. We ordered an artichoke and lobster dip appetizer, as well as the prime rib for me and a petite filet for Alli, and then had more private time as we waited. Leo’s is good about being unobtrusive, allowing couples some intimate together time, and larger groups time to socialize.

My fingers inevitably made their way to her smooth thigh, and explored upward until I once again found her smooth pussy, slippery and hot as I knew it would be. As I touched her, lightly teasing, I heard her moan softly, low in her throat.

Not to be outdone, she managed to work my zipper down and drew my cock out into the open beneath the edge of the table cloth – not an easy task with it hard and engorged. She slowly stroked and fondled me, which felt incredible, both of us all the more aroused by the risky public nature of our sex game.

When she brought her hand out from beneath the table it was to rub her fingers together, showing me the glistening slick of precum I’d coated them with. She coyly arched an eyebrow at me as if I’d been naughty, and I laughed softly. “Yeah, I know. Sorry, but you know me – and it’s not like you didn’t expect it.”

“Mmm, no, I know. I’m not complaining.” She licked her fingers, tasting my small offering. “Is Cabernet a good pairing with cum?”

I laughed again. “It’s a Merlot, but I guess you’re in the best position to answer that question. Oh, and just so you know, if it is, and you keep fondling me, we’re going to need another bottle... soon.”

It was her turn to laugh. “Would you rather I quit, or just wrap a napkin around you?”

It was extremely tempting to let her take me to completion and catch my load in a napkin, and if I’d had a couple more glasses of wine in me I might have taken that option, but discretion won the day. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but you should probably stop.”

She didn’t truly stop, but she did scale it back to just a maddeningly light touch, soft caresses she could do all day and keep me rigidly, achingly hard, but never bring me to climax. I was doing the same to her, stroking her hard clit until I sensed her breathing deepen and her pulse quicken, and then backing off. It was mutual edging at its finest, and something we could only do because we knew each other so well.

Neither of us slacked off or pulled away when our waiter unobtrusively slid our appetizer onto the table in front of us and departed. It was a little odd, having her stroking my cock with him right there, even if only for a moment, but I knew he couldn’t see; he might suspect, of course, but he had no way to know.

We shared the delicious dip, eating one-handed and still playing as we did so, and we slowly worked our way around to talking about Michael and Marci and their proposal for a bit of mutual sex play and swapping, the talk that was ostensibly our number one goal of the evening. We started with the standard, “What do you think? – I don’t know, what do you think?” dodging act, neither of us apparently assigned to the task of remembering to bring the sole marital brain along that night.

I finally put a stop to it, attempting to pin her down. “Look, Alli, I know you’re very intrigued by the idea, and that’s okay; I guess anyone would be, and I’m intrigued about the chance to play with Marci too. How about this; without considering whether we should do it or not, is it something you think you even could do?”

She thought about that for a moment before answering. “Well, it is Michael we’re talking about.”

I snorted. “Yeah! And he’s hung like a horse and built like a god, right?”

“Davey, stop! It’s not just that; as a matter of fact it’s not even mostly that. He’s a friend, someone I trust and am very comfortable with, and he’s always very kind and a total gentleman. We like and respect each other – that’s very important, that I have more of a connection to him than just sex.” I waited, and she soon completed her thought, giggling first. “And yes, he’s gorgeous and I get dripping wet every time I remember how that huge cock of his felt in my hand!”

“And in your mouth.” I smiled, knowing she would never have admitted that without the wine’s influence. “Well, I have to give you an ‘A’ for honesty. And I understand, trust me. You know I’ve always found Marci very sexually attractive, just extremely compelling somehow, but yeah, if I didn’t genuinely enjoy the woman I don’t think I’d be very interested. I mean, you know, if she was a shrew or something…”

Alli laughed. “She can be a bit sarcastic, but she’s hardly a shrew.”

I nodded, agreeing. “No, she’s not. She’s funny and personable and very open about things. She’s really very laid-back if Charlie isn’t all up in her face about something, and she has a very easy attitude about sex and her body… anyone’s body, actually. She probably has the most relaxed and healthy attitude about sex of anyone I know, and we get along well. So yeah, to answer my own question, if I could do it, it would have to be with someone a lot like Marci.”

She agreed, saying, “I’m the same; if I could do it I think I’d want it to be Michael, out of all of our male friends. And I’m even okay with you and Marci, because I like her too and I know how much in love she is with Michael - plus I know you two would be good together because you genuinely like each other.”

I nodded again. “Yeah, I think that’s important. Sex is a very intimate thing, and it leaves you very vulnerable; there has to be a level of trust.”

We sat there silently for a long moment, thinking about the progress we’d made and the admissions and honesty we’d shared. I’d heard people say that swapping partners had ultimately brought them closer together in their marriage but had never quite believed it; now, seeing the way that Alli and I had talked so openly about it, I began to understand how that might happen.

I stroked her thigh. “So the thought of being with Michael is really arousing to you then, I guess.”

She nodded. “It really is. For a lot of reasons, of course, but I think the thought of someone new and different is always going to have a special thrill. There’s that thrill of the unknown, maybe something just a little forbidden…”

I nodded. “Yeah, I get that. I mean, I love you so much, and I can’t imagine ever getting bored with our sex life but yeah, that whole thing about someone totally different… yeah, there’s that.”

“So you’re the same way about Marci then, it turns you on? Is that why you’re so hard and leaking so much?” She rubbed her thumb over the tip of my cock and I could feel the slipperiness of my precum being spread around.

I laughed. “I’m sure, partly at least. It may also have something to do with you playing with me and how wet and hot you are.”

She giggled. “You’re such a flatterer! It’s okay to admit that she makes you horny.” She suddenly became very serious. “If we were to go ahead with them, to actually do it, how would that make you feel? Would you be okay with me and Michael?”

That was an incredibly difficult question for me to answer, partly because the truth was maybe a little weird and embarrassing, but also because I wasn’t a hundred percent sure how I would feel; never having been there, there was no possible way to know that. I shrugged. “I think so, yes. I mean, as much as I can determine just by considering it, without actually going through it, I don’t think that seeing you and Michael making love…”

She interrupted me. “Having sex, Davey, not making love. I only make love to you. I do love Michael as a friend, but for playing and sex games it would just be something for fun, just for some hot sex and good times, not about lovemaking.”

I thought about that; on the surface it seemed like a distinction without a difference, but I could understand exactly what she meant. Maybe it’s something that women are more sensitive to, that particular semantic aspect of the term ‘lovemaking’, but she was right. I love Marci as a friend as well, but I would not be making love to her. It would be about sex, about fun and play and excitement, but not about the same type of love, tenderness and intimacy that Alli and I share.

I nodded. “You’re right. There has to be a certain connection for it to be lovemaking. I guess I was just using the term as a catch-all. But yeah, I think I can deal with it.” As long as we were being so honest and open it seemed like it might be a good time to confess another little secret about this whole scenario, that embarrassing thing I mentioned a moment ago. “You know, the weird thing about all this is…”

That was the moment that the waiter chose to arrive with our food. After I’d finally bucked up my courage to open up to her about my own little embarrassing thing, that’s when he shows up with our plates! We stopped our play, each of us wiping our wet fingers on our napkins beneath the table.

Our waiter carried my prime rib and sides, which he set in front of me, and he was trailed by a busboy of about seventeen, maybe eighteen, carrying Alli’s plates. The kid’s eyes locked on Allison as he approached our table, and he visually gobbled up every square inch – and every nicely-rounded inch – of my wife’s beautiful form, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. I couldn’t fault his judgment in the least.

I was sort of used to that, and had noticed how older men would do the same but tend to be more subtle about it, perhaps a small smile or nod of appreciation for a beautiful woman. The younger guys, like this kid, had no subtlety at all; a trickle of drool running down his chin and a tent in his pants might have been more subtle than his locked-in staring. Still, it’s kind of a thrill to know that even guys several years younger than she are captivated by my wife. It’s kind of an ego thing for me, I suppose.

After they made sure we had everything we needed and left, Alli tried to get me to pick up where I’d left off. “What did you start to say? Something about ‘the weird thing’…?”

“Nah, I’ll tell you after dinner. It’s complicated. Let’s just enjoy our carnivore’s delight and then we can order a couple of drinks and talk some more.” I’d slowly gone mostly limp after she quit playing with me as we’d received our meals, but I was still hanging out of my open zipper. I took a moment to surreptitiously tuck my semi-flaccid cock back into my pants and zip up, lest I forget and stand up later with my dick dangling. That might be awkward.

The food was excellent and flawlessly prepared, as always, and we chatted and enjoyed each other’s company as we ate. We polished off our Merlot and turned down a second bottle, intending to enjoy an after-dinner cordial instead.

After we’d finished eating and received our nightcaps – a Rémy Martin cognac for me and a Bailey’s chocolate-cherry over ice for Alli – she almost immediately picked it up again. “So tell me about the weird thing now.”

I laughed. “You’re like a terrier with a rat; you’re going to obsess and worry it to death, aren’t you?”

“Well you can’t just leave it there! You can’t say ‘the weird thing about it is’ and then just drop it; once you’ve given out the teaser you have to complete the thought.”

I sighed. “I suppose you’re right. It’s embarrassing though, and I’m not sure how you’ll take it. And it is pretty weird, I think, but okay, here goes: This whole thing about us fooling around with Michael and Marci and all that it entails, I think maybe I’m almost as excited about seeing you with Michael as I am about being with Marci myself. Maybe even more so.”

When she didn’t say anything I began to worry that maybe I’d freaked her out, that perhaps she thought less of me for that admission, which had not been easy for me to make. “I’m sorry if that makes me a freak, babe, but I’m just being honest.”

“Davey, it doesn’t make you a freak; it’s really not that big of a revelation, you know. I’ve known for a long time that you like to fantasize about me with other men.”

“Uhh… you have?”

“Of course! You’re not always that subtle about it. You make comments sometimes about the way guys look at me, or you ask things about my prior boyfriends… Sweetie, even some of the sex fantasy games we play, like last time we were here, with ‘Natasha and Boris’, that’s all about me having sex with other men and then you finding out about it. You want all the juicy details, and you even make comments about, you know, sloppy seconds or cleaning up after…” she blushed as she said that. I knew she loved that game too, and it always excited her, but I hadn’t thought about her extrapolating that to my base fantasy.

“Well, yeah, I guess. I know it’s kinda sick, and that I’m weird, but…”

She stopped me. “You’re not sick, and I don’t think it’s all that weird. I think a lot of guys have that fantasy to one degree or another, maybe because it’s fun for them to think that other guys are also attracted to the same things that attract them. I don’t know, but it’s not all that weird.”

“So just a little weird then?”

She laughed. “Well, maybe a little, but a little weird is good, it adds spice to life. I think we’re all a little weird, or else we’d be very boring.”

“I didn’t plan it that way, you know. It just sort of happened. I found that when fantasies or erotic stories ran along those lines they were usually very arousing to me, but I have no idea why or how that came to be.”

She smiled and leaned over to kiss me. She tasted of chocolate cherry cream and smelled of flowers and sexual pheromones, that special Alli-scent, and I felt my cock begin to reawaken. “You know at the hot tub party, when I was fondling Michael and your dick was so hard it looked like it was going to explode? I think that everyone probably was aware of your little kink. But you know what? All the other guys were hard too, and their wives were doing a lot of the same stuff! Guess you’re not so weird after all, huh?”

“Maybe, or maybe that’s not a good barometer. That was a pretty sexually-charged situation, so there were a lot of factors involved.”

She nodded, sipping her cordial. “True. Still, I don’t think it’s weird – and if it is I must be weird too, because I love the idea of you seeing me and Michael together, and that it will make you crazy horny. The idea that watching me fuck him will drive you crazy with arousal is incredibly exciting to me.”

That surprised me, maybe even shocked me. Also, when she said that about ‘fucking him’, that really brought home to me just what we were talking about. My cock was hard as stone, but it also felt like I had a rock in the pit of my stomach. “That would turn you on, me watching you get laid? What about me and Marci, does the thought of seeing that turn you on too?”

“It does, but in a different way. I love to see you happy and excited, and I know you will be when you’re with Marci because you’ve always been intrigued by her sexuality, the way you feel drawn to her. But it sort of gives me a little taste of jealousy too, like it might hurt a little even as it arouses me.”

I chuckled. “Well, I can certainly relate to that! I guess that’s how I feel about you and Michael too. Plus, I have the worry that I’ll be really aroused with Marci, and then seeing you and Michael going at it… hell, I might come faster than I did at the hot tub party!”

Allison laughed at me! It was a legitimate worry, something that would be very embarrassing if it happened, and she laughed! “Oh, you will not! You’re not some horny teenager, and you’ll be just fine. And if you’re not, and you do come too fast, so what? You’ll show her the magic you can do with that amazing tongue and drive her absolutely wild, and in no time you’ll be hard as a rock and ready to go again.”

She had a point; when I’m as aroused as I undoubtedly would be I have a remarkably short recovery time, and the second time around is usually a much more in-control situation. “Yeah, you’re right, and that does sort of take the pressure off, which helps. So are we telling them yes, then? Are we really going to do this with them?”

She smiled, nodding excitedly. “I think so, yes. I give it an ‘aye’ vote, how about you?”

I took her hand and moved it to my rock-hard bulge. “I’ll vote this way. And yes, that’s an ‘aye’ vote you’re squeezing.”

She giggled. “I really love the ballots you guys vote with; they’re very cute! And useful… what do you say we go home and you slip that ballot into my ballot box and make the vote final?”

I laughed. “I love the way you talk dirty – and yes, I’m in full agreement with closing the polling place and tabulating the vote… maybe even a couple times.”

“Oooh, fun! You really are turned on by all this!”

She was right about that! I was able to signal the waiter to bring our check, and as we waited for that another thought occurred to me. “We need to be sure that all four of us have a ‘safe word’ or something we agree on that any one of us can stop it at any time… and that there will be no hard feelings if we do, even if just one of us backs out.”

“That’s a good idea, but I suspect there will be a few things still feeling hard if we do that.”

I laughed. “You’re cute, you know that?” The waiter took my card and ran it, and soon we were on our way. I left with a fair bulge still in the front of my slacks, but I knew that everyone would be looking at Alli anyhow so it didn’t matter. She played with me as we drove home, unzipping me and stroking my cock as I drove, sensing each time I got close to coming and moving to fondling my balls just in time, leaving me on edge. By the time I got home I felt like my semen pressure gauge must be up to about 200 psi, and I was so very ready to pop that I ached.

I was able to put it away, still stiff, before I walked Ruby; my cock stayed hard the entire time, and when we got back and I found Alli in bed, naked and ready, waiting for me, I couldn’t strip fast enough! She crawled on top of me in a classic ‘69’ position, and I happily busied myself with her wet, steaming pussy. This was one severely horny woman I was feasting on!

I came quickly, undone by her torment in the car, my volume copious for the same reason, flooding and overflowing her mouth. She tried to contain it all but I felt like a human fire hose, and before she could gulp it all down I’d spurted enough to nearly drown her and she had to let some escape. I felt it run down me and over and around my balls before it trickled down my ass crack.

When I was finished she continued to suck on me as I slowly went soft in her mouth, then let my spent cock slip free and flop down loosely across my wet balls. She sat up, bracing her hands on my ribcage as she pumped her hips, grinding her pussy to my face. I loved the feeling of her sliding her wet sex across my lips and tongue and continued to lick and lap at her as she went through a series of orgasms, one after another. The whole idea of her satisfying herself, of controlling the entire act as she used my oral talents in whatever way she found best was very arousing, and each time her body tensed and shuddered through another orgasm a thrill ran through me.

By the time she was fully satiated and went limp herself I was hard again, and when she slid off my face and flopped down beside me I quickly spooned up to her back and slipped into her, her extraordinarily wet, puffy sex allowing me to slide deep in one slow thrust.

She groaned as I pushed into her, then whispered. “God, I can’t believe you’re hard again! You’re like a satyr or something, you never get enough!”

“Says the woman that just came, what, like forty times! I only came the once, you know.”

“Yes, I’m well aware; it was in my mouth at the time, if you’ll recall - and I wasn’t complaining. You feel really good in me.”

“Yes, I do. And you feel really good around me, so hot and slippery.” I was taking long, slow strokes, just a nice, relaxed, loving fuck – lovemaking, as she’d made the distinction about earlier.

She hooked her top leg back over my hip, opening herself, and reached down and let her finger slide along my wet shaft as I moved in and out of her. Occasionally she would squeeze my balls at the end of a deep thrust, when they were pressed up close, which felt wonderful. Not for the first time I thought about how well we knew each other’s wants and needs, how in-tune we were, always knowing what buttons to push.

I had my right arm over her side and around her, and was cupping her breast and playing with her hard nipple as we coupled, each of us enjoying all of the sensual, tactile sensations we could. After a couple minutes of this slow dance I realized that her hand was still between her legs, but that she was no longer touching me; she was instead touching herself, rubbing off another orgasm by stroking her clit as I fucked her!

I didn’t say anything until she came, gasping and thrusting back against me, getting every millimeter of my cock as her fingers worked furiously on her clit. When her orgasm began to recede I said, “Did you just rub yourself off while we were fucking?”

She laughed softly. “Oh my, yes! Is that okay?

“Oh yeah, it’s great, you know I love it when you do that. I’m just wondering which one of us is really the insatiable satyr type around here!”

“You’re the satyr; you’re the only one equipped for the role. I’ll be your nymph.”

I squeezed her close, pulling her to me. “You are my nymph – or my nympho, at least. I love that you can come like that, again and again. That’s so cool!”

She giggled. “So do I, and yes, it’s pretty cool. Jealous?”

“Absolutely, but I still enjoy them just as much this way.” I’d told her that before, and it was true, but I’m still not sure she believed me. It is true, though, I really do love her orgasms, each and every one.

She’d gone back to fondling me again, her horny self once again momentarily satisfied. As she tickled that sensitive spot just behind my balls, she said, “Are you getting close to coming?”

“Why, you got a date or something?”

She laughed. “No, I just wondered.”

“Then no, not terribly close. I’m enjoying this too much to rush things, and you know how the second time around is. Like you said at dinner.” I was still slowly moving with her, sliding my hard cock in and out.

“I bet I can make you come faster.” As she said that she scratched her nails gently over my balls and then moved her finger to my ass, lightly stroking my asshole.

“Mmm, I’m sure you can. That feels really nice, by the way.”

“I know. I know all your spots. But I meant without even touching you with my hands.”

I was intrigued. “Oh really? And what nefarious scheme might you have up your sleeve – metaphorical sleeve, since you’re buck nekkid – to accomplish this trick?”

She pulled her hand away, apparently ready to show me rather than tell me. “Oh I just thought maybe I’d talk about me and Michael, touching, stroking, and getting naked together like we’re planning. I’d kneel down and play with his amazing cock, touch it and stroke it. Run my fingers over that big, dark cock, sliding his soft foreskin back so that I could lick the tip.”

I groaned and felt a surge of electricity through my sex; she was right, this would work, and she was showing me that she knew how to push my mental buttons as well as my physical ones. She’d mentioned at dinner that she was well aware of my deepest, darkest fantasies, those of her with other men, and now she was playing with me.

She went on. “Maybe there’s a drop of clear, slippery pre-cum there, and I take it with the tip of my tongue as you watch, your cock hard and throbbing, probably leaking a lot yourself. I slide my lips over him, taking that thick cock into my mouth, and I feel the heat and weight of it, and taste his musky, masculine flavor. Mmm, that huge cock feels so good in my mouth, and I wrap my hand around that long, thick shaft – oh, look! My fingers won’t quite reach around him!”

She was starting to sound a little breathless herself, and with my hand still cupping her breast I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. I kissed her shoulder and smiled into her hair, knowing her words were having the same effect on her that they were on me. She’s so cute!

I was moving into her with more purpose now, my strokes becoming more forceful and insistent as she lit me up. She continued, purring, “Mmm, that big cock in my mouth is making me so wet! I’ll be so ready for him to slide that thick cock into me, but for now I keep sucking on him, playing with his loose foreskin with my lips as I hold his huge, heavy balls in my hand, fondling him as I slide my other hand slowly up and down that long, hard pole, feeling each vein and throb.”

I was almost gasping, so close to cutting loose inside of her. She was moving with me now, her hips bucking to meet each thrust, and she was soaking, sopping wet, her words releasing a flood of her own fluids as they soon would mine.

By this point she was breathing so hard she could barely speak, but she managed somehow. “Ooohhh, I can feel how hard he is, and at the base of his cock I can tell how his pulse is racing! I know if I keep sucking him he’ll soon come in my mouth, filling it with his huge load of creamy cum… but I don’t want that, not this time. This time I want him to come deep, deep inside of me so I can feel every spurt, every spasm and twitch of that huge, beautiful cock…”

That did it, that image she’d painted in my head, and I lost any semblance of control as I bucked into her, letting her feel a few spurts, spasms and twitches of my own. It was achingly intense, she had me so incredibly turned on and aroused, and as I came I cried out and gripped her, holding her to me as though I was afraid the intensity of my ejaculation might blow her away with its sheer force. I was jammed into her as deep as my cock would go, filling her depths with cream.

Her orgasm struck just seconds after mine began, and she too cried out with the intensity of it, swearing and moaning. “Ohhh, God! Ohh, fuck, Davey, my God! Oh my God… Fuck, fuck!”

Hers rolled on a bit longer than mine as they tend to do, the giant explosions of starbursts creating color and sparkle in her sky from her fireworks show well after the ‘zzzz-pop!’ bottle rocket of my own had faded from sight. My cock was drained and into dry spasms even as she was still moaning and bucking against me, riding the wave of her orgasm, and I held her and let her make optimum use of my still-hard cock for her own enjoyment… which she did!

After, when hers had finally peaked and broken, we both lay there exhausted, separated and flat on our backs. I felt a little dizzy from the intensity of my orgasm, so I can only imagine what she felt like! When I could finally speak somewhat intelligibly, I said, “You were right, you got me off fast without using your hands. But I think your trick may have backfired, because it got you off rather uproariously too.”

She laughed softly. “Oh my god, you have no idea! Hell, I had no idea! I wasn’t expecting that to happen, not like that.”

I asked, “Do you suppose the real thing will be as good as the fantasy?” I wondered. I also wondered if it might be even better for her than her own incredibly hot fantasy. I wasn’t sure she’d ever come quite like that before, with that kind of spine-shattering, soul-searing intensity, and if Michael could do that to her in real life…

“I can’t imagine! I mean, I know I’ll be turned on, but I’ll be nervous too. I can come like that with you because I can relax and enjoy every little thing about what we do, knowing how much you love me, but with someone else…” she paused, choosing her words, then went on, “with someone else there will always be that little edge of nervousness, that distraction, that fear to just be me and let everything else go.”

I don’t know if she intended to, but her words reassured me a lot. They also touched my heart, knowing that I had her complete trust, and that her faith in me and in my love for her was what allowed her to be the incredibly amazing, sensual, sexy Alli that I loved so much. That she could utterly relax and let her hair down with me, just turn loose and be herself, was one of the most rewarding and gratifying things I’d ever heard her say.

“I love you, lady. Have I told you that lately?” I scooted closer and put my arm across her, just below her breasts, and kissed her shoulder and then her neck.

She nuzzled me right back. “Mmm, you may have mentioned it a time or two. I love you too, mister. And in case anyone asks, you are a total stud; that was one amazing orgasm. I think I almost passed out!”

I laughed. “That would have scared the crap out of me! Let me know ahead of time if you plan to do that, okay?”

“Well, I would, but I don’t think I’ll know until you give me one of those orgasms, and then it will be too late.”

“Hey, I’ll go ahead and take full credit for that, but I think you gave yourself that one at least as much as I did. You weave quite a dirty story!”

She giggled. “That was fun. Okay, I’ll give you credit, but with an assist from me – and from Michael and his incredible cock. I’m looking forward to talking to them tonight, at dinner. It will be fun to see how they react when we tell them we want to try it!”

I looked over her at the bedside clock; she was right, it was after midnight – almost one o’clock, actually, so it was technically now the day we were meeting them. Her excitement was contagious, even if tinged with a bit of apprehension on my part. “Yeah me too, mostly. It still seems like a weird thing to plan, doesn’t it? I mean, at the hot tub party it basically was organic, it just happened and we all went with it, but to plan ahead…”

She hugged me and kissed my neck. “I know what you mean, but it will be fine. Marci and Michael are our good friends and whatever happens will be fine, whether we go through completely, or just touch and play, or even if someone gets cold feet and backs out entirely. It will all work out, and it’s really exciting, isn’t it?”

I snorted. “Huh! Yeah, I think I just answered that question, in liquid form. But still, that was just the fantasy of it; the real thing, that’s kinda a nervous-maker for me.”

She grinned. “Me too, but that’s part of why it’s so exciting. It’s really expanding our horizons.”

“If he sticks that huge dick in you, horizons won’t be the only thing getting expanded.”

I felt a shudder of arousal run through her, but she giggled. “That’s awful! What a terrible thing to say. You know darn well that it’s only very temporary, that I’ll go right back to normal. We do have that big dildo that we’ve used, after all, and that doesn’t have any lasting effect. Women are designed that way, to fit any size… almost.”

I knew that of course; she was slightly looser on me right after we played with the dildo she referenced, but a couple hours later, or the next day, she was good as new. Well, not new, exactly, but good as slightly-used. It’s not like her virginity returned! But that toy, while larger than me, was not Michael’s size. Still, I knew that she’d be fine, and that he’d be as gentle as he needed to be. I wouldn’t even be considering this under any other terms.

I heard her yawn real big, which of course triggered me to do the same. She snuggled against me, in my arms, and I felt her body relax. “You drifting?”

“Mmm-hmmm. Tired. You ply me with alcohol and then wear me out with amazing sex, and now I need to recharge.”

“Me too. Sleep good, babe.” I was pretty sure she would and knew I would, utterly relaxed after an intense orgasm; if she felt at all like I did, dreamland was seconds away.

“Uh-huh, you too. Love you, Davey.”

“Love you too, hon. G’night.”

I was drifting away, almost gone when I felt Ruby hop up on the bed and curl up behind me, in the bend of my knees, and then I was out, Allison warm and secure in my arms.

The following morning, Saturday, we woke early and took Ruby for a long walk. It was a beautiful day, clear and warm, and we sat out on the deck after our walk enjoying a cup of coffee and chatting. We each had a section of the newspaper and would read interesting bits of it to each other like an old married couple. I realize that it’s a pattern most people would probably assign to a couple much older than us, but we’d started doing it somewhere along the way and it was a brief time of shared intimacy and togetherness that we had both come to enjoy.

Of course, that particular morning there was an elephant in the room we weren’t talking about. The pending dinner with Marci and Michael, and our decision to engage in a few new sexual adventures with them was unquestionably in the forefront of our minds, but had as yet been left unspoken.

Not for long, however, as Alli stretched her leg out and ran her bare toes up my shin. “Are you thinking about tonight?”

I smiled. “Yup. Great minds must think alike, as you obviously are too.”

She nodded, saying, “Yes, I am. No second guessing? Not having doubts now, in the clear light of day?”

I considered that for a moment; now, without the pressing urgency of the arousal we’d both been influenced by the previous evening, would be the time for the doubts to begin gnawing away, but I really didn’t have any at that moment. Well, not any more than usual, at least.

I shrugged. “No, I guess not. It still sounds like fun, and exciting and all. A little scary, but like you said, any uncharted territory always is.”

She smiled at me, her beautiful smile warming the cockles of my heart and the cockle in my pants. “I’m so glad. I was hoping it wasn’t just the alcohol talking.”

“Hey! I didn’t drink that much!”

“No, but alcohol in any amount tends to lower one’s inhibitions.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be relying on that heavily tonight.”

She laughed. “Me too – but don’t drink too much or you might not be able to get it up.”

My turn to laugh. “I haven’t drank to that kind of excess since my college days, and when I was in college I’d have had to have been dead to not be able to get it up. High school and college were the hardest years of my life, from a penile standpoint. And I do mean stand-point.”

She giggled. “Hey, I wonder, when a guy dies, does his cock get stiff too? I mean, they call a dead body a stiff…”

I interrupted her. “Good lord! There’s a cheerful if utterly morbid thought for such a bright, sunny morning! Where the hell did that come from?”

She laughed again, setting down her paper and rising to her feet, moving to me and settling herself on my lap. “It just popped into my head.”

“Well, pop it out again. Let’s try to save the morbid stuff for Halloween or something.”

She wriggled her ass against my rapidly growing cock, a stiffening process occurring despite the fact that I was still very much alive. “Speaking of popping in and out, if you’d like to pop out that hard cock I’m feeling, I know of a warm place you could pop it into.”

“My my, you are an insatiable wench, aren’t you?”

“I thought you loved that about me.”

“Oh, I do! I wasn’t complaining, just commenting on the fact.” I cupped her ass, squeezing it firmly. “Should we do that popping in and out here, on the deck in the bright sun for the neighbors to enjoy, or should we perhaps go someplace a bit more private to pop?”

“Mmm, the way I’m feeling this morning I’m good with here, and it feels like you are too.”

There was no questioning the fact that we were both in a heightened state of arousal, the idea of something so new and exciting as swapping with our friends sparking some very lascivious thoughts. Still…. “Maybe we should save our energy for tonight, in case it works out that we do more than just talk about it with them and things proceed apace.”

She leaned back and looked at me. “I’m sort of assuming they will. Hoping anyway, if they’re okay with everything.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking it might. Their place or ours, or maybe even a motel if everyone feels that one of our homes would be awkward or something. Do you think maybe we should hold off, save our, umm, sexual energies?”

Alli smiled and hugged me. “Well I’ll be fine either way because, as you pointed out, I’m an insatiable wench, but you need to decide about that for yourself.” She leaned away again and used her finger to tilt my chin up before kissing me softly. “You really are concerned about putting you best foot forward with Marci, aren’t you?”

I laughed. “That’s Michael you’re thinking about; I’ll be fine with just putting my best six inches forward.”

She giggled, but admonished me. “Oh, just stop that! Jeez, you guys; you’re so obsessed! Don’t you understand that’s not the most important thing? Remember this was mostly Marci’s idea, and she knows exactly what you’re packing after that hot tub party, so obviously that’s not a concern of hers.”

“I know. I was making a joke.”

“But that’s what you do when you’re worried about something; use a little humor – gallows humor, even – to cover it up.”

She knows me too well. “I guess you’re right. Maybe it would be easier if I’d never seen Michael naked. Knowing she’s used to him and that you’re going to probably be with him now too…”

She slid off my lap and stepped behind me, where she began to rub my neck and shoulders. “Marci is interested in you and finds you so attractive because of who you are, the entire man. You’re sweet and funny, and sexy; you’re very intelligent and handsome, and you treat people with respect and affection. She likes that about you, all those things. That’s what turns her on, and me too. I can completely understand that. Plus, you look hot as hell in a nice suit!”

I laughed. “Thank you. The trick will be to look hot as hell out of a nice suit, in this case. Look, I understand all of that intellectually, but still there’s this gnawing doubt. It just is; we’re conditioned that way.”

“Well, get over it; you’re a total stud, trust me. I wouldn’t have orgasms like I do with you if you weren’t an amazing lover, and you are, totally.”

I pulled her hand forward and kissed the backs of her fingers, one by one. “Thanks. You inspire me to new heights every time. Pleasing you pleases me, if that makes sense.”

“It does, and it’s what makes you so good, that sensitivity and desire to please. And now, even if you want to avoid depleting your own reserves, it would be wonderful if you were to become very pleased.”

That one took me a second, and when I got it I laughed. “Ah, very good! You mean by pleasing you, of course.”

“Of course!” She came around in front of me and took my hand, and I stood and followed her into the house, where I pleased her for the next forty-five minutes or so using my fingers, lips and tongue to best advantage, playing her body like a musical instrument from adagio to crescendo. I think we both ended up very pleased.

When she was finally exhausted she took a nap while I went and changed underwear, the ones I’d worn suffering from cold wet spots where my leaking pre-cum had soaked them during my very arousing play time with Alli. Small price to pay, and my arousal batteries were most definitely fully-charged!

We whiled away the rest of the day doing chores and running errands, teasing each other occasionally, our nervousness and excitement about the coming evening always in the forefront. Around six we cleaned up and showered, a process which included much touching and a persistent raging erection on my part. Somehow we managed to get out the door without any unplanned ejaculatory incidents and were in a booth at Chubby’s enjoying a cocktail shortly after seven, when Marci and Michael showed up.

We did the greeting thing, exchanging handshakes, hugs and cheek-pecks as appropriate, and made small-talk as we perused the menus and got our orders placed. I ended up on the inside of the booth, across from Marci, while Alli was on the aisle, across from Michael.

To no one’s surprise, it was Marci that broached the topic of the evening as we waited for our food to arrive. Looking at Alli, she said, “So what’s the verdict, girlfriend? Are we gonna swap studs or not?”

I just shook my head, accustomed to Marci’s bluntness, but Allison laughed and blushed simultaneously before replying and then said, “Well, we talked about it, and we think… yeah, it might be a lot of fun!”

Michael grinned broadly and reached out to Alli, engulfing her hand in his big mitt. “Well good! We think so too. We were hoping you two would agree, because we’d never get up the courage to try it with anyone else.”

I nodded. “Us either. We would never have even with you guys if you hadn’t suggested it. We do still have a few questions to clear up though, like when and where, and what happens if someone changes their mind at the last minute, that type of thing. It’s a huge step for us so we’re a little nervous, as you might understand.”

Marci took my hand as Michael had done with Alli, interlacing her fingers with mine. “Us too, Dave. I think one of the good things about it is that we’re all breaking new ground together, just a bunch of virgin friends experiencing their first time swapping.”

I looked at her. “Marce, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not actually a virgin. Tell her, Alli.”

They laughed, but Alli played along. “He’s not, Marci. He’s really very experienced, and incredibly good at what he does.”

Marci wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously. “Good! I’m counting on that. I’d probably kill a virgin, now that you mention it; just drain all of his life forces away and leave a withered husk.”

Michael laughed, patting her shoulder with his free hand. “Yes, you would. You’ve come dangerously close with me on several occasions.” He paused, looking across at us, and then continued, “So, fantastic! I’m really excited about it. How about tonight, when we leave here?”

I wasn’t surprised by either his enthusiasm or his eagerness, but both twisted a little something inside of me, a painful little tightening; this was my Allison that he was champing at the bit to be inside of, after all! I stifled the jealous twinge, aware that I’d known all of this coming in and had chosen to go forward anyway. Besides, I’d be with Marci, so he probably had a little jealousy of his own to contend with. Maybe the girls did too. I don’t know, women are different; maybe they just compartmentalize better, or are more secure or more able to differentiate sex from love. Or maybe not.

I shrugged as I answered him. “Yes, we thought maybe that too, tonight rather than waiting. I think we’re all pretty excited, my friend.” He gave me a warm smile, and I saw the good friend that I know, love, and trust, and I went on, “One of our homes, you think, or should we get a hotel room somewhere and sort of keep it on neutral ground?”

They looked at each other, their actions and relationship so much like mine and Allison’s that it made me smile. Marci answered, “We talked about that too. I think we all agreed before that we want to be in the same room anyway because we’re all curious - and voyeuristic - so we thought maybe a hotel, at least for the first time.”

That didn’t surprise me. I’d been leaning the same way, thinking neutral ground, and I’m pretty sure Alli was too. Marci’s comment about “for the first time” took me a little off guard, however; my thinking had never gone beyond the first time! I didn’t even know we were contemplating any possible repeat performance… or performances. I decided to just stash that nugget to ponder later, after we saw how that “first time” panned out.

The waitress and an assistant showed up with our food about then, so we dropped the topic for the time being. We engaged in small talk again as we ate, the talk eventually turning to their lunch with Derek and I the previous day. To my complete amazement, they both talked as though they were now very excited at the prospect of posing for him, whether in glamorous, sexy shots of their own or with Alli for some of the photos for Derek’s erotica book project.

That was a complete turnabout from where Michael had left off at the end of lunch, and I stared at him in astonishment. “You’re actually giving serious thought to doing this? Posing for Derek?”

He laughed uncomfortably and was probably blushing too, though I’ve never been able to tell. “Yeah, what the fuck, why not? I am gorgeous after all, as Marci always points out.”

Alli and I both laughed, recognizing his boast as a bit of sarcastic self-deprecation. For a guy that actually is gorgeous, and a stud and a chick-magnet at that, he has never shown any egotism about it whatsoever.

I threw a wadded up napkin at him. “Yeah, you should adopt that Mac Davis song about ‘Lord, it’s hard to be humble, when you’re perfect in every way’; you could make it your theme song.”

He laughed as he caught the napkin mid-flight. “I probably should. Is there a soul version too, or just that nappy-headed white boy?”

Alli was laughing along with him. “Just ol’ Mac, I think; it is a pretty funny song. Hey, I’m really happy that you two might pose with me! That will be so much easier and more fun, and after what we’re planning now it should be pretty easy and less nervous-making to pose like that, don’t you think?”

Marci agreed that it should, although Michael assured her that he planned to be just as nervous either way. I understood completely, knowing I’d feel the same. I’m not sure how many times you’d have to go naked in front of cameras before it became mundane or monotonous, but I knew for me it would take a very long time.

We finished dinner and ordered dessert, a brownie sundae for Alli and me to share while they did the same with a banana split. As soon as the waitress turned her back Marci stretched her bare foot out and began to massage my crotch, causing me to jump, startled by the unexpected touch on my junk. “Jeez, Marce! Kind of a public place – and the least you could do is yell ‘Incoming!’ or something.”

She giggled. “Your wife has been playing footsie with my guy’s cock for the last ten minutes. I figured I should get in on the action.”

I looked at Michael and then at Alli, and knew by her blush that Marci had told the truth. Still, I said, “Really?”

Michael nodded. “Yeah, really. It feels great, but I’m trying to figure out how I can walk out of here with a flagpole in my pants.”

I could relate, albeit on a lesser scale, as my cock quickly grew under Marci’s insistent toes. I looked at Alli. “Clearly I’ve been a bad influence on you with all of our play in public places. Now that you’ve got Marci going nobody is safe.”

Alli gave me her devilish smile. “I’m pretty sure Michael thinks you’ve been a good influence on me. Feels like it, anyway.”

He nodded. “Definitely!”

Marci giggled, and then, sotto voce so that only the three of us could hear her, said, “If anyone is interested, I’m dripping wet over here.”

I immediately held up my hand. “Check, please!”

They all laughed, which had been my intent. We didn’t immediately settle up and leave, although I do think maybe we consumed our ice cream fast enough that we all briefly got ice cream headaches. After that they agreed to follow us to the Hilton Garden Inn, which was one of the newer and nicer hotels in town. I’d put clients up there so I knew they had nice rooms, and Hiltons are always well-kept, it seems.

At the last second the girls decided that Marci should ride with me and Alli with Michael. That gave me a little twist in the gut again, although I forgot it as soon as I started driving and Marci began to fondle me. Then I thought about Alli doing the same to Michael, playing with his big cock as he drove, maybe taking it out and sucking on it…

The gut-twist returned, big-time, even though my cock was throbbing and my body was humming with arousal.