[I changed the past tense to Present throughout to offer a more immediate feel. Let me know if I missed any in the narrator’s words.]

My wife and I plan to aggressively seduce a new couple, Jim and Jan, to initiate them into our GROPE club and maybe even the FUCKing chapter. We hear rumors that they swing but keep up a conservative front. I put a neighbor/friend on speed dial so she can ‘drop in’, surprise us, and take pictures. Neighbors Jan and Jim come early, so my wife is still in a long grey T-shirt only. I’m in a boxer swimsuit and about to take a quick dip. Jan comes in a loose halter and a wrap-around skirt. Our greeting at the door is more intimate than that of new neighbors should be. Sue hugs Jim and lets Jan see her shirt rise. She hugs Jan and Jim eyes her loose shirt and sexy legs.

Sue serves a cheese platter and some soft drinks and ‘tries’ not to bend at all, but does and lets the shirt climb far up showing her bare lower cheeks — not quite revealing if she has panties. When Sue says she will change, Jan tells her not to bother and sits against me, across from Jim. Sue carefully sits next to Jim and keeps her hand on her bare thighs to hold down her shirt. I clearly steal peeks at Jan’s tits as her top blossoms open.

Jim casually and boldly comments, “Isn’t it hard to keep your eyes off her great tits? Those beauties are D-cups. I see her nipples are hard, as usual. Have you had a good look at them yet?” Sue gives him a fake shocked, angry look, Jan giggles and blushes slightly. Her skirt drops off one leg and exposes her thigh to within an inch of her crotch.

Sue asks her, “Are you commando? In that skirt? How daring! I thought you guys were shy.” My angle is wrong to confirm this.

Jan tells Sue, “I’m not saying yes or no, but I haven’t seen any panties under your shirt either. With or without them, the loose shirt is very sexy. I, umm WE, love your legs. Why don’t you let go of the shirt and let it go where it will? Jim won’t object. I’ll leave my skirt as it is, too, if your husband doesn’t object.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t. I’ve also noticed him staring down your shirt. The tent in his suit says he’s enjoying what he sees. You know, if you’re showing my husband your tits, you need to show them to me too. I noticed earlier how shapely and sexy your legs are. Errrr, what are we doing? We just met.” Jan looks down at her halter, but doesn’t comment.

Jim chimes in, “Just getting better acquainted, I’d say. Jan, show our new friends your little tattoos here, on your thighs.” He boldly puts his hand on Sue’s thigh for emphasis and teasingly slides it higher. All of us silently watch his hand push Sue’s shirt closer to her crotch while Sue hesitantly puts her hand flat on the seat between them, where there is no gap.

Sue says, “Before we go any further, we need to know you both are disease free.”

Jim says, “We’ve been exclusive for eight years and have no diseases.”

Jan’s legs flutter. “Oh, they’re not interested in my tats. You can be such a bore when...”

“Go on and ask them if they want to see them.” We both nod yes and stare at Jan’s smooth knees while Jim pushes higher up Sue’s leg. “Even without tats, they’d want to see your beautiful legs, so stop teasing them. Open your legs and let them take one guess what the tats mean.”

She nods, then puts her hand on my swollen dick and squeezes. “You can’t see them from there, silly, so sit in front of me. We put them high enough so they are hard to see, even when I’m in my bikini.” I moan and can’t move until she squeezes me again and finally releases my stiff cock.

As I sit on the floor for a clear view up Jan’s open skirt, I notice Jim’s hand reaches his target in my wife’s groin. Though her legs are still closed, I see her lurch and squeeze her eyes shut when Jim presses her shirt against her snatch. Jan moves her feet apart, but leaves her knees together. She sees her husband’s hand in my wife’s crotch, pinches her own nipple through her top, and slowly opens her knees as I watch intently. Her eyes widen, her breath catches, her gaze flits between me and the other ‘couple.’ A quick check on my wife reveals she has her hand on the bulge in Jim’s tented shorts. She squeezes his cock as I turn back to Jan’s sexy thighs.

She lets her knees fall open. “I don’t see any tats yet. How high up are they?” In answer, she moves her legs farther apart. I reach for her short skirt and help it fall off the other thigh. Still no tats, but I do see a fuzzy nest of dark hair. Unable to resist, and hoping to head off my wife before she goes all the way, I slide both hands up Jan’s thighs and push them farther open. She slides her ass forward on the seat, lets her skirt climb to her hips, and she fully exposes herself. My eyes lock on her beautiful, glistening, swelling pussy and forget about any tattoos.

Jim speaks up, “The tats are not in her pussy, or did you forget about them?” He snorts, “Isn’t that an incredible pussy?” No, they are not shy. I turn to answer and notice that he has Sue’s shirt pulled up to her ribs. She helps hold it there, exposing her little yellow panties to him and his wandering hand. She also slides to the edge of the seat to angle her pussy up for his easy access. He rubs her swelling camel toe as she rubs his swelling dick. It grows until his bishop escapes his shorts. Sue keeps rubbing it.

I secretly dial our neighbor, Becca. She doesn’t need a message and knows to hustle over immediately. Sue knows to wait before doing any more, though she is buckling. I turn back to Jan and push my hands up to her bare snatch and move closer to the seat, close enough to smell her warm, lusty fragrance.

“Knock, knock. Anyone home?” Becca announces as she walks briskly into our family room. Jan lurches and tries to modestly close her legs. Jim just stares at her silently while still rubbing Sue’s pussy. “Ohhh, I thought this was our night to play. Am I intruding?” Becca feigns. I press and hold Jan’s legs apart before they actually budge, leaving her bare pussy on display for Becca. Jim’s cock swells and lifts. Jan sighs deeply.

“Hi sweetie. Your timing is perfect. Hey, grab my camera from that drawer and be our photographer for the night? I’m sure our not-so-shy friends won’t mind.” Becca gets the camera in an instant. She takes her first photo from my ear level and looks deep into Jan’s smoldering, wet pussy. The second is a tight, crotch-high shot of Sue squeezing Jim’s dick while he pushes her panties deep into her camel toe. She squats and takes that picture with her legs wide open in front of Jim and Sue. Her tiny skirt is in her lap and exposes her bald pussy to the happy couple. She rarely wears panties, and I’d instructed her to be sure to forget them for the night. I ask her to squat before Jan and fill the frame with her beautiful, hairy pussy as I push the hair away from her open cunt. Becca shoots a sequence showing a finger from each of my hands deeply broaching the wet, swollen pussy; then two fingers from one hand plundering her depths as my thumb circles her extending, pearlized little clit.