Chapter 1

Jeff, do you need the car tomorrow night?

Yes, I do, Jean my love, I am going to meet up with Bill at the club later on tomorrow night after I've been to my meeting, so I will need it unless you do for something urgent. The club meeting is very important and I haven't had a beer with Bill for weeks.

OK, I'll work something else out for myself sweetie, she said.

Ten doors around the corner from Jeff and Jean's, Betty was asking her husband Brian if he needed their car tomorrow night also. He said yes, I've arranged to meet Barry at his office so we can sort out his computer mess with no-one else in the place to bother us. Then I'll probably have a beer with him later on.

The two marriages were still sound, but both partners in both marriages were, unbeknown to each other, a little jaded with the "same old, same old" way their lives were coasting along, but had no intention of seeing their marriages destroyed.

When Jean went to the toilet a little later, she took her cell phone and rang the guy's cell phone she had met earlier in the week at a work function, and asked if he could pick her up for their "date" they had arranged at the work do, as she would not have her car to meet him with, at precisely 8.00pm tomorrow night, Friday night, but not pull into their driveway when he did call for her but park a couple of doors away.

Betty, a few minutes after asking Brian, with he turning away to answer his cell phone, went to their bedroom and called, on the phone extension, the cell phone number of the guy she had met at lunch on Tuesday, and asked if he could pick her up for their "date," as planned at the lunch, at precisely 8.00pm but park two doors away from her house and she would watch for his car. She explained that she would not have her car to meet him with.

Jean told Jeff that she and her new friend Betty were going out tomorrow night to a fashion show, and that Betty would pick her up. The girls had met at the supermarket last Saturday when, as she was leaving the store Jean noticed that Betty was about to drive off with her handbag on the roof of her car. She had called out to her to stop then Betty asked her to meet her at the nearby mall coffee shop to thank her properly for saving her the hassle of having to stop her cards and then go through the rigmarole of applying for new cards, let alone lose the cash, personal papers and keys she had in her bag.

Betty told her husband that she and Jean were going out tomorrow night to a craft fair and Jean would pick her up.

The two women really turned it on for their husbands that night, Jean giving Jeff one of her super blowjobs which she very rarely gave him, as she was not too keen on them, and Betty cocking her arse up for Brian to enjoy one of their rare anal fucks, it not her being her favourite thing. About an hour later, in each case, conventional, but brilliant missionary position sex sent them all off to sleep. Loving cuddles and caressing woke the guys up next morning

The guys independently thought that Christmas had come early.

The four although living not far apart, had never socialised together and were just on nodding terms, except for Jean and Betty meeting briefly at the supermarket and coffee shop.

Neither couple had children as yet, as both couples wanted their husbands to have their careers established and no mortgages before having them and going onto one wage. In any case, none had turned 27 yet so there was plenty of time.

The day dragged sluggishly for all four and at last 5.00 came and they left their respective offices for home, each husband picking up his wife for the ride home.

None of the four had ever strayed since marriage, and Jean had had only one other lover before she met and married Jeff. Betty had been a bit of a bike, but had never suffered from a bad reputation, having chosen her lovers wisely and then had been square with Brian since they married.

The guys of course had thought it OK before their commitments of marriage to fuck anything with one or two legs and a pulse.

A couple of minutes before 8.00pm, Jeff and Brian departed to pick up their "dates," and coincidentally passed each other on the corner intersection of their two streets, and as the streetlights shone onto the cars, they recognised each other and each thought to himself, "there's that guy from around the corner.

Jeff picked up his date and after a consultation, decided to go across town to a small intimate bar and bistro for drinks and dinner, before going on to see where the rest of the evening took them or whatever.

After a meal and a couple of wines each, Jeff put the hard words on his partner, and was rapt when she agreed to go with him to a motel about a kilometre away west of the bar. He had become fired up as she was deliberately leaning forward causing her dress bodice to come forward allowing him to see though the valley of her nicely sized bra-less breasts nearly down to her navel. His reaction was also firing her up knowing that she was obviously in control by the look on his face and how he was fidgeting in his seat. He appeared as if he was adjusting his cock in his pants regularly.

Brian picked up his date and they agreed to go across town to a pretty swishy new hotel where they sat at a table in a corner out of the way, and had a couple of drinks and a steak each while they decided what to do then. They decided to go to a motel about half a kilometre east of the hotel.

They all knew that time was of the essence and in the few minutes it took Jeff to get he and his date to the motel, they rubbed each others genitals and they were both ready to undress each other, suck then fuck within two minutes of closing the door.

Because of the time it took to travel, have their meal and get to the motel, they only had a bit over an hour together and after an hours glorious sex, cunt licking, a blowjob and a missionary, they showered together, dressed and left.

Brian was the same, having only about an hour to find that his partner preferred being on top, so that is how they did it first time! Then doggy then shower and dress.

Brian dropped off his sex-mate, then drove home to find Betty was not home yet. He jumped into bed and pretended to wake up when she let herself in the house about 15 minutes later.

Jeff dropped off his sex-buddy then went on home to find Jean already in bed but breathing erratically letting him know that she was not asleep. He "accidentally" bumped her as he got into bed and of course she had to appear to wake up then. He was stuffed after blowing his wad twice in an hour, and she was exhausted from two huge orgasms, so as one, they mumbled "in the morning."

Brian was utterly knackered after a hard day at work and an energetic evening, so he was happy when Betty took his cock gently in her hand and mumbled, "a special in the morning." Being Saturday, the two couples slept in and had a lovely session of lovemaking before getting up for the day. Each husband had sensed that something was different with his wife but could not put a finger on it (?). Each wife thought that they could detect a very slight odour of perfume but could not identify it's source.

Life went on and the four rang their partners in crime every couple of days making sure the calls were made in privacy, and they agreed to meet again and follow the same agenda as they had a fortnight before. The only things different were the excuses to go out.

Before entering the bar and bistro, Betty sucked her guy off in the carpark, bringing him to just a nanosecond from making a mess in his pants, then putting his cock away and leaving him in sexual limbo, promising she would fix it later.

In the hotel car park, Brian had finger fucked his date into such a state she was sobbing for release, but he did not continue the torture and promised her that later she would get all the fucking she could possibly want.

Jeff and his chick arrived at the motel first, he checked in and he paid by Visa card, then drove to their allocated room and immediately started doing what they had gone there for.

Brian checked in an paid also by Visa card and they drove to their allocated room which was next to Jeff's. As they both had ordinary commonplace cars at that stage, it meant nothing to Brian now, nor did it mean anything to Jeff later, as they did not recognise the other's car, parked next to each other.

Betty became very noisy when she had her first climax and although Jeff quickly kissed her to muffle the noise, it was not quick enough for the couple next door to remark on the cry of delight they heard, Brian saying, "fucking oath he must be sticking it to her big time."

Just then, Brian felt as if there was a flock of seagulls perched on his arse when he climaxed and gave a humungous grunt which the next door couple heard and giggled about.

They all continued shagging and playing until it was time to go, and this time it was Jeff dropping his lay off first and she was in bed when Brian came in after dropping his fuck buddy off.

Their surnames each started with an H, Howe and Hingston, so their respective Visa statements were delivered on the same day, and each of them noticed an entry for the Village Motel on their statements.

It meant nothing to them as it did not click with Betty and Jean that their partners of the evening had certainly used their cards, but not in the company of their respective wives. It passed over their heads.

Again the men felt that something about his wife was different and the wives thought they smelt a wisp of perfume, but they were all so keen not to draw any attention to their own extramarital activities, they did not give it further thought.

The regular covert phone calls continued and the four arranged clandestine meeting for another two weeks, but going straight to the motel and getting straight into their customary sexplay.

This time, however, when fucked out, they all were so excited that they left it too late to shower, and there were no towels to be found, making do with a quick sponge down with handkerchiefs each before going home.

They all returned to their homes and as each participant in the nights activities arrived home within a minute of each other, there was no hope of showering without pressing alarm bells for their spouses to hear, because they all only ever showered in the mornings.

The next day, whilst Jeff was in the bathroom, he decided to bury his last nights briefs down the laundry basket as he knew full well that there was at least precum on them from his chick's tormenting him in the car park, as well as the last few remaining drops of cum which would have leaked out of his cock as they drove home. When he was over half way down the basket, he found Jean's last night's panties and could smell and feel dried cum on the crutch and he twigged that when he put his finger into her cunt last night as a good night gesture, she seemed too slippery to be normal, but had not thought any more about it as he went straight to sleep. This revelation alerted him to the possibility of Jean finding similar evidence on his underwear, so he took it to the laundry, put it in the washer bowl and let enough water into the machine to soak it.

Naturally, later on in the morning when Jean went to load the machine with more clothes, she noticed the underwear, and because Jeff played absolutely no part in the housework normally, twigged that something was amiss. Neither said anything about the discoveries to the other, because they knew the fable about living in glass houses.

Betty woke up first and went to perform her morning ablutions and as Brian turned over he felt a crust where Betty's bum would have been on the sheet, and knew that it had to be cum, and what's more knew it to be someone else's. He had changed out of his grotty boxers before going to bed and had stupidly left them overnight on top of the laundry basket for Betty, when entering the bathroom, to have at first smelt them and identifying pussy as well as cum smell and then found the malodorous discharge on them from when she knew could have only been from last night.

The status now was; that each person knew that their truly beloved spouse was shagging someone else, but did not realise that each of them did not know that their own extramarital escapades had been discovered.

In two private phone calls that morning it was unanimously decided that they should cool things for a while At this stage the guys did not know that the women had met albeit briefly and knew each other slightly and the guys still were only nodding acquaintances.

The following Saturday afternoon whilst Jeff was watching football, and she could have the car, Jean went to the supermarket and again ran into Betty.

They again met after their shopping at the same coffee shop and had quite a conversation, discovering that they had a lot in common, and enjoyed each other's company and then exchanged home phone numbers.

As a radical turnaround from the three Friday night's encounters with their respective lovers, they all "just happened" to stay home for the next two Friday nights and when Betty rang Jean that night and invited Jean and her husband to dinner the next night, she thanked her and said that they would love to. A little more chit chat sorted out the logistics such as the address, what time and whether Betty and her husband drank red or white wine so they could bring a bottle or two along.

They realised that they only lived around the corner from one another, so Jean and Jeff decided to walk in the warm night air. Jeff did not recognise the house, as a house and garden presents a different aspect when walked past as it does when driven past.

Brian and Betty met them at the door, and as soon as realisation hit them all, they all nearly shit themselves but somehow hid their surprise. They all knew at that very moment about their spouses Friday night meetings, craft fairs, fixing computers and the other reasons for not being home those three Friday nights, and it also explained the presence of cum and the smell of perfume they had pondered over.

No one let on, and each of the men thought that they themselves and their motel companions were the only transgressors, as did both the girls, none of them dreaming that the two couples had unwittingly actually swapped partners.

The evening went well and after dinner Betty asked Jean if she would like to see some of her craft work, which also was a good little earner for her. She had a knitting machine in the third bedroom which was their office and her craft room, where she knitted pullovers with complex Fair Isle style patterns. She sold them to a city store and could sell as many as she produced. She told Jean that she had discovered that Brian was dipping his pen in someone else's inkwell, but because she had been getting a bit on the side herself, was going to let it slide, at least for a while until when it became to the stage of permanently damaging their really good marriage. She told her that on two Friday nights over two weeks ago, her lover had taken her to the Village Motel and fucked hell out of her. Jean admitted that she was getting a little bit of stray cock also.

Each girl said they honestly felt that an occasional discrete short term affair did no-one any harm.

Brian took Jeff out to his garage and showed him the 1950 Manx Norton he was restoring, as Jeff had mentioned in conversation at dinner that he used to race motorcycles. After looking at the bike, Brian got two beers out of his workshop fridge and told Jeff that he knew that his wife was playing around and because he was also, he felt that it was a level playing field, and would do something about it only when or if it became necessary. He asked how he and Jean got on. Jeff said they were OK in all respects but he knew that she was having it off with another guy, but as he was paddling in someone else's pool he did not want to create waves in case he himself got splashed. He added that on three Friday nights, over a fortnight ago, he had gone to the Village Motel with his bird, and fucked the bejabbers out of her until their time ran out. He said that surely a short term discrete affair would hurt no-one if it did not change the couples lifestyle radically. Brian agreed with him.

As the night went on, each of the four, knowing only half the situation which in true life encompassed them, were on tenterhooks waiting for some-one naively to hint that as they were so alike in their personas, that a mate swap would be agreeable respectively to them.

The two girls, while not beauty contestant material, could be described as earthy, wholesome and WYSIWYG, with pretty faces and lovely firm shapely figures

The guys were both in good condition and were around the same height, with Jeff having long fair hair and Brian having short blonde hair to match his almost surfie looks. Jeff played squash regularly and Brian worked out at a gym twice weekly.

They were enjoying themselves so much and were very comfortable to even talk about some issues which could be described as controversial, that they did not need to have any extraneous entertainment like cards, dirty yarns, TV or postman's knock type games.

The girls discovered that they both loved to dance, and Betty asked Brian to roll back the carpet square on their beautiful polished timber lounge room floor and selected a CD with slow dreamy music, they danced in the light provided only by the music unit's panel lights with their spouses and the body language became more than a little heated.

No one will ever know who initiated the exchange of partners, perhaps it was a mutual act of "great minds think alike" that saw it occur. They all conducted themselves in a circumspect fashion, but with Jean bumping and grinding her mound against Brian's stiff cock which nearly reached his belt, every time she had turned his back was to the others and they could not see what she was doing.

Jeff's cock at this stage was very uncomfortably sticking straight out, having popped out his boxer's piddling aperture perpendicular to his body and Betty had lifted herself on tip toes so she had it trapped between the top of her thighs rubbing on her panty covered tush. The occasional abrasive rubbing of the end of his cock against the inside of his fly zip had him a little concerned.

When the CD finished, they sat down and started their farewells, arranging to meet a week from then, at Jeff and Jean's home for dinner and "whatever," as it was so nebulously put.

When they retired to the correct beds about 12.30am, they were each randier than they could ever remember, and fucked themselves to a standstill, before falling asleep with Brian's cock still plugged into Betty's socket, and around the corner, Jeff's unfloppy in Jean's drive.

About 11.00am, the next morning, after they had shit, shaved (Betty too), shagged, shampooed and showered each other, they sat down to brunch, each with a heartfelt burden on they each wanted to unload, but were apprehensive of the potential consequences.

They each sat at the kitchen table looking anywhere but at each other and started to say at the same time, "I've got a confession."

They looked up, and burst into laughter, because they had realised at that moment what was happening.

Brian said, "have you been shagging Jeff? I've been shagging Jean?"

Yes, I have, she replied and he arose, picked her up, carried her to their bedroom, lay her down gently on the bed, then laying down himself close beside her, and taking one of her breasts in one hand, kissed her as she loved being kissed and by the guy she was happiest having kissing her.

Betty asked him if he thought there was the remotest chance that the four of them could swap on occasions without it affecting their happy marriage. She said she had loved the sex with Jeff and although she liked the guy a lot, she was in love only with her husband. She loved the sex she had with both although the only difference in the guys loving was that her heart and body was in her lovemaking with her man, whereas only her body was involved in the sex with Jeff.

Jeff and Jean sat in their kitchen talking about the very pleasant evening they had just enjoyed, and he said, "I think we have something important to discuss, haven't we?" They admitted to each other that they were fucking Brian and Betty and it was sex, nothing more.

She told him that there should be no recriminations over our activities of the last month or so, as it was no big deal to her that they both had been having extramarital sex, and at the same time as it had certainly sparked up their love lives. She basically asked Jeff the same question Betty had asked Brian about the possibility that they may swap partners again as they had on those two occasions and told him that he was her man and she was his woman alone, but she had enjoyed the delightful sex with Brian but as much as she liked him, she was not "in love " with him.

Neither man had really answered his wife's question about the affairs becoming swapping.

Jeff rang Brian and asked if he and Betty could meet with them at a nearby beach after lunch on Sunday, because they had house and yard work to fill in all Saturday, to talk about their current situation.

At the nominated time and place they met, and with the women showing their wonderful bodies to advantage in skimpy two piece bathing suits, and the guys in Speedos, they sat down at a convenient picnic bench and found that whilst they were attracted to each others spouse, none had any ambition now to do any more than have sex when all four were present and all agreed. They agreed not to have any secrets in future, but meet as four friends and fuck each others spouse openly and without any sinister motives, and certainly not sneaking a shag when they thought they could win points over the other two swap-mates.

The four also discussed the possibility that one of the couples may choose to swap with a third couple and felt that whilst it was really only the business of the couple concerned it would be common courtesy to let the others know, whether they invited them to make a six way sex swap was up to them. It was at this time when all four were discussing how the couples became compromised, if that is the word, no one attempted to apologise for their straying, because if the first was to throw the first stone, they would all be throwing stones.

It was at about this time when all four were discussing how the couples became compromised, if that is the word, no one attempted to apologise for their straying, because if the first was to throw the first stone, they would all be throwing stones. There was no vindictive sniping between any of them and all really thought the situation had been ordained to happen to enlighten two marriages and broaden everyone's attitudes in a practical and sexy way,

The guys agreed with this but being male chauvinist pigs, said no male-on-male activity ever, not even cock sucking, not even in a drunken stupor. The girls laughed at this bi-polar statement and asked if they thought countries anti-discrimination laws allowed woman-on-woman sex but prohibited male-on-male fucking or sucking, surely this would be reverse discrimination? But they all knew that such a law did not exist.

They all had a laugh on the subject but no decisive opinion came forward as the guys had never given any thought that either of their wives may be bi-sexual.

This of course, using hindsight now, meant that the girls were not being sanctioned to, nor prohibited from fucking each other, or not fucking each other? Get the double negative there? The guys just not think that it warranted a comment, either way.

Another point of a later private discussion between the women was that Betty said that she had had one only experimental fuckfest with another women whilst at college but whilst it had been pleasant, it not done much for her, and if it happened between Jean and her, so be it, but felt it to be most unlikely to occur.

When the wind started to come up, around 5.00pm, they packed up and went back to Jeff and Jean's for a barbecue.

They spent a pleasant evening and as it was Sunday the next day, after a few drinks, Jean suggested that their friends stay the night, and Betty, as quick as lightening said, yes, as long as I can have your guy for the night. There was no argument and Jean and Brian shared the master bed, with the other two joining them there from the guest bedroom about four in the morning for a four-way kiss and cuddle session, because after their activities between bed time and then, the guys were wrung out and could not get a stiff on even with the girls helping with their mouths.

When they awoke mid morning, Betty said out of the blue," I want both you guys to fuck me now, together." Brian said "Christ Betty, what have you been smoking." She replied "nothing as well you know, either fuck me or you both are wimps."

Because no man can stand being called a wimp, they could not squib out of it, and Jean appointed herself the Ringmaster of the circus minus the whip. Jean said that they did not have any KY or Vaseline, but Betty said not to worry, I know what will work, then went to the kitchen.

There was bugger all difference in the two cocks, so Jean had Brian lay on his back on the bed and Betty straddled his hips and impaled herself, then lean her body forward so her boobs were on his chest, then after the application of some margarine to Jeff's cock and her arsehole, Jeff eased one finger into her ring, then another, all the time moving them in such a way as to expand her little floater, then a third finger which made the orifice nearly the size of his cock, then eased his cock past her sphincter muscle into her warm, velvet lined rectum. Phew! She just about sucked the paper off the wall as she felt in go in.

He took his time and judged the rate of his insertion from her reactions.

Eventually, he felt his nuts touching on her cunt, and started slowly thrusting in and out of her bum with Brian fucking up into her zigging when Jeff was zagging. While this monumental fucking was going on, Jean eased her hand between Betty and Brian's pelvises, and dipped her middle finger in Betty's slit to locate and rub her clitoris in a gentle circular motion whilst she tortured her own nipples to give herself a nice small orgasm eventually. It did not take long for Betty to start moaning in gibberish, one minute trying to pull Brian's butt upwards into her, then next minute trying to pull Jeff down into her more.

While the cocks were doing their zigzag thingy, they could each feel their flanges rubbing together through the cuntal/rectal membrane. They all came within a minute and a half of each other, with Beth spitting, farting and crying when it was over. Crying for joy, that is. Jean immediately brought herself off again by grabbing one of the guys hands and placing it on her cunt and ordering him to finger fuck her to orgasm again. No one to this day remembers which of the guys did it for her. To say that they were all overcome definitely had a double meaning.

They saw Jean pouting and promised her the same treatment when they played next weekend, and to be prepared for the ride of her life.

Jeff got his little pocket calculator later, and worked out that Betty had had 46.6 feet of cock with that DP, allowing about 70 strokes per guy, each stroke of about 4 inches, allowing for their 6 inch cocks, that is:- 70+70=140 times 4inches =560 inches = 46.6 feet or 15.5 yards, or 2/3 the length of a cricket pitch.

After they had all cooled down, Brian and Betty took their leave and returned home to prepare for next day's work.

Next Saturday was Jeff's birthday and Jean had invited Brian and Betty to come around about 4.00pm for a few drinks while she prepared Jeff's favourite meal for his birthday dinner.

She had prepared everything for the meal early afternoon. And all she had to do was turn the oven on at 5.00pm for slow cooking the rib roast, put the roast vegies in with the roast an hour later, and turning on the hotplate for the other vegies still another half hour on, for everything to be ready at about 7.00pm.

This meant that they had over three hours to fill in. Being the highly sexually charged people they were, they pulled the lounge room curtains and blinds, spread two blankets on the floor because none of them liked carpet burn, then had a very satisfying ménage a quatre. They were at the stage of their friendship that it was irrelevant who was fucking who, and the lovemaking with either their spouse or swap mate, was both glorious and fulfilling. The only difference was that the swap couples loved each other and the sex, but were not "in love" with each others spouse.

After their day's initial romp was over, Betty went to the kitchen with her hostess to help with that stage with the preparations, when it happened.

Of course all four were still naked, and when Jean was reaching up to a cupboard above the sink, Betty was, unknowingly to Jean, side stepping past her in the narrow gap between the sink bench and the island serving bench to go to the fridge. Having reached what she wanted, Jean took a tiny step back and she felt Betty's firm boobs with their tungsten hard nipples pressing into her back.