We'd invited Ted and Dorothy over for dinner but we had ulterior motives. After the barbecue and the drinks and the wine we planned on seducing them.
My wife, Teresa, and I have been married for fourteen years. We were both married before and we both have kids from those early marriages who were well on their way in their own lives when we met. We lived by ourselves and things were pretty good. It was just that, at some point, we had seemed to reach a sort of plateau in our sex life and we suffered it in silence until one fateful day.
It was a Saturday and I hadn't expected Teresa's actions. I got up early, as usual, and made the coffee. I was on my second cup when she came out to the kitchen naked. Now, Teresa is one of these women who are perpetually cold, no matter where the thermostat is set or how brightly the sun is shining. So her nudity was a clear signal that she wanted me to notice her body and, hopefully, take her back to bed.
Well, I love her and I always try to please her. So I played out my role — to a point. I took her back to bed and she did get off. But when it came time for the final act I found my cock had gone soft. From the heights of her pleasure, Teresa plunged into the depths of despair. She blamed herself and that she was 'fat' (she's 5'7" and weighs about 170 — fleshy, and, yes, I guess fat, but I happen to love the woman who inhabits that body). We talked and we both admitted that we were simply bored with it all. It wasn't that I wanted other women or even that I didn't like her body, I explained. It was just that... well; things were sort of stuck in a rut. She confessed that she felt the same way.
"So what do you think we should do about this?" she asked me. I just shook my head.
"I don't know. Maybe we should try getting risky and go make love somewhere we might get caught." That seemed to strike a note for her. I saw a new spark in her eyes.
"Or we could... I don't know... maybe check out some of those ads in the personals column," she suggested. I looked at her to see if she was kidding.
"You mean you want to answer some ad and get together with some strangers for sex? You're nuts! That's playing with fire these days!"
"Okay," she replied, "but what if it wasn't a stranger? What if it was somebody we knew?" That brought me up short. I hesitated to respond because I knew this was an important discussion. I felt that our whole relationship was in the balance. Besides, I was reluctant to admit some of my fantasies about her friends to her. I decided to hear her out.
"Er... well did you have somebody in mind?" We hadn't defined what we were really talking about, whether she was talking about a threesome or a foursome; whether she was talking about swapping or a group free-for-all.
She looked at me and I swear she flushed a little bit, but she soldiered on. "What if we invited Ted and Dot over and... sort of... seduced them? I know Ted likes my body. He's always flirting with me and the last time they were here he made some comments." This wasn't exactly news to me — except the part about the comments. I'd seen him ogling Teresa's ass when he thought no one was watching.
"What comments?" I asked. Teresa looked away but then she looked back at me with a grin.
"He just said he could 'eat my ass for days'." I tried to absorb the idea that my best friend had made such a blatant move on my wife. Then the thought occurred to me: I felt the same way about his wife. I'd just never had the guts to admit it. I set that aside for the moment.
"Well, that's only half the equation. What about Dorothy?" I'd always appreciated Dorothy's physical friendliness. She always hugged me when we met, whether it was at home or at the supermarket. She's kind of a stout woman too — her tits are bigger than Teresa's, for one thing -- but she carries her weight well and seems accepting of things. Maybe that was why Ted was attracted to Teresa. Anyway, as far as Dot went, I'd never gotten the impression that she was interested in me or in anybody but her husband, Ted.
"Oh, she's made some comments. Remember when we all went to the beach together last summer? She said you looked 'delicious' in your swimsuit."
"'Delicious'? What did you say?"
"Oh I agreed wholeheartedly. In fact I told her that I planned on tasting how delicious you were after lunch. And I did, if you remember." I remembered the day she was referring to, all right. We'd gone to the beachfront café for burgers, beers and fries. Then Teresa had made a point of escorting me back to our motel room, letting our friends know that we were going to the room specifically for sex. We'd made love and she had seemed more animated than usual. I wondered at the time, and I felt that I had the answer now.
"So, you took me back to the room and fucked my brains out because she thought I looked good?"
"Mmm... well, no, I really did want you. It just made it more... erotic, I guess, knowing that she wanted you and that she — and Ted -- knew what we were doing right then. Dot gave me a sly grin when we went back down to the sand. And Ted looked me over and winked at me. You missed all of that." I just looked at her. She'd played a flirting game last summer with our friends and now she wanted to play a different kind of game. I told her I had to think about it.
Ted and Dorothy were our closest friends. They lived in a different neighborhood but Ted and I had worked together a couple of years ago. We'd had them over for dinner a few times and vice versa. That was when we became 'couples' friends. We regularly went out together, too. He'd since resigned from the company and started his own business. From what he said, he was doing well. Teresa and Dot had taken to each other from the start. They frequently met for lunch, either at one or the other's house or at the mall.
Still, Ted and I never had discussed our sex lives in any way, other than ogling strange women when we were out together in public. He'd never given any indication of his sex life with Dorothy and I knew I'd never said anything about Teresa and me to him. I turned back to Teresa.
"What makes you think they would be interested in swapping with us?" I took a stab and it was fairly on the mark.
"Well, I wouldn't call it swapping. That's so '70's. I was thinking of it as more of a group effort. You know, with all of us together and being there with each other; for each other. All four of us making love at once." She breathed out in a puff and I realized it had taken some courage for her to put her desires out there, even if it was just with me. Maybe especially because it was to me. I thought about it and I thought I saw what she was worried about. She was, in effect, admitting that I didn't do it for her any more — at least just me by myself. Well, what was wrong with that, really? It was sort of the way I had been feeling about her at times. But she was also seemingly admitting that she was interested in having Dot right there next to her when she was fucking me and/or Ted. That opened up a whole new subject.
Yet, I couldn't see how we could 'seduce' both Ted and Dorothy. "So how do you see this happening?" I asked. Teresa turned to me and gripped my hand. I hadn't rejected her idea and I hadn't reacted in anger. She knew I accepted — at least the possibility — of her idea. I told you we'd been together a while. We had that kind of unspoken communication.
She absolutely changed as she talked about it. Her idea was so detailed that I knew she'd spent some time already imagining and fantasizing about how it would go. I smiled to myself, imagining her masturbating about having Ted and Dot with us in bed. The picture in my mind wasn't repulsive. Of course, I couldn't quite picture Ted naked next to me, but I didn't have any problem at all picturing Dorothy's round, soft curves rubbing all over me. I had no problem at all picturing Teresa and Dot... involved. But Teresa was answering my question.
"We invite them over for dinner and have a few drinks before eating..." She went on to sketch the scene we'd just lived out, but this time we had company. Now came the moment of truth. In Teresa's plan, she would go and change her clothes. She'd change out of her shorts and tee shirt and into a sheer nightie without panties. When she returned to the group, she imagined Ted and Dorothy succumbing to her physical charms.
Whatever happened in the future, once I got that picture of Teresa in a nightie and talking about how our friends would tend to her with fingers, mouths and tongues, I was too excited to finish the conversation. But my response — fucking her until she asked me to stop because she'd climaxed too many times — let her know I was on board with her idea.
As it turned out, the whole thing went pretty much as she described it, with only a few surprises. I grilled some steaks and Teresa made a salad. We ate and Teresa had more to drink than usual. I knew why she was 'fortifying' her courage, but Ted and Dot were right there with us, keeping up. Finally, Teresa made the first step in the long ballet.
"I'm... um... gonna go change," she said, feigning tiredness. "Dot, come with me," she added, holding her hand out to her friend. It wasn't unusual. Whenever the four of us were out they always went to the rest room together, the way most women do. I watched them leave the room. Now it was time for me to 'prime the pump', so to speak. I made a point of making sure they were gone before standing up and going to stand next to Ted's chair.
I started by telling him how good Dot looked that night. "Yeah, I thought she took extra time this evening," he said.
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