Well, I Wasn’t Expecting That…!

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Ding-dong!The front door bell rang, announcing the arrival of our guests.‘You want to get that?’ I yelled to my husband.I was busy in the kitchen, finishing off the hors d’oeuvres. I was also nervous as hell, and not sure what on earth I was doing.We were about to have guests, and I’d made a decision on an outfit that I was suddenly very unsure of. I was wearing black stockings and suspenders with four inch heels, a black micro-skirt, and a black, low-cut, see-through bra.And that was it!Between the bottom of my skirt and the tops of my stockings were a good ten inches of naked thigh and buttock. My pussy was not being shy and wasn’t so much peeping out from the bottom of the skirt, rather than waving hello. And all the flimsy garment on my top half did was draw attention to my sizeable tits. In other words, I was dressed like a slut, and this was not the sort of outfit you normally greeted your guests in.Why was I dressed like this, I hear you ask? I’ll tell you.Rod and I had been married for twenty-seven years. Sex? Well, yes, occasionally, but nothing more than a periodic, pro-forma fuck, which ended up being disappointing for both of us. There was something missing; the spark had long since gone.Mike and Fiona, our imminent, and about to be very surprised guests, had been our friends for as long as we’d been married. To cut a long story short, two weeks ago, the four of us had been enjoying a rare evening together at their home. We’d been chatting and drinking too much gin, and the conversation had, unusually, turned to the bedroom.Unusual, because we don’t normally talk about that sort of thing, even with our friends, do we? On this occasion, however, in vino veritas, and all that…Maybe we’d put away more alcohol that we’d thought. Have you ever said more than you’d intended after a few drinks?I don’t recall how the conversation started, but I do remember saying to a fairly stunned audience that our sex life was more or less dead, and could do with a bit of spicing up. Amazingly, after a very uncomfortable silence – where I thought I must really have overstepped the mark – Mike and Fiona expressed their complete agreement. Even Rod, after giving me a slightly hurt look, murmured something about me possibly being right. I guess everybody thinks everyone else isvecbahis is having great sex, and that they are the only ones not doing it in some kinky way every night of the week.Anyway, the upshot of this, in our inebriated state, was that we rather brashly agreed a wife-swapping evening would be a great idea. It was obvious from our conversation that it would be a first for both couples, and there was a moment where it might have happened there and then. Half-hearted kisses were exchanged, but we could tell that, even in our drunken enthusiasm, we weren’t quite ready for it.We were staying over, and in the sobriety of the following morning, breakfast conversation was initially a little uncomfortable. Surprisingly, however, after the first coffees started to hit, it was clear that everyone still thought the wife-swapping idea was a good thing, and that we should plan an evening together. Diaries were consulted, and a date was set.Well, tonight was the night. We were hosting, and I thought I’d break the ice from the off with my oh-so-subtle outfit – though a couple of glasses of wine were required first to give me the courage!Rod got the door and I could hear him welcoming our guests. Given my outfit, I think he was almost as anxious as I was. Drying my hands, I nervously stepped into the hall to shocked and delighted gasps of surprise.‘Oh, my God, Liz! Fuck – you look hot!’‘Thanks, Fiona – I knew I could rely on you!’ Fiona startled me with a passionate kiss and gave one of my buttocks a cheeky squeeze.‘I think I want to eat you!’ she whispered in my ear. I flushed in unexpected pleasure at her words.‘Wow!’ mouthed Mike, as he embraced me. I don’t think he quite knew where to put his hands – so I grabbed them and placed them on my breasts. His eyes opened wide, and I giggled.‘Just an appetizer!’ I announced.‘Come on through!’ I said, leading the way into the kitchen so we could all chat whilst I finished off.Break the ice my outfit did, exactly as I’d intended! And in short order we sat down to dinner; the boys in chino’s and open-neck short sleeve shirts, and Fiona looking stunningly elegant in a simple floral dress that showed off her willowy figure. She’d said I looked hot, but I found myself looking at Fiona with new eyes. I remembered her kiss, and felt a heat isveçbahis giriş start to pulse through me.I served dinner and sat down with the others, trying not to feel self-conscious in my almost naked attire. The meal started with not-so-subtle innuendo, and moved on to blatant suggestion, becoming more explicit and lewd with each course. My outfit was, of course, a key topic. Whenever I got up to clear plates or fetch more food, I had my bottom squeezed or tits felt. Not unhappily, I was actually feeling like a bit of a slut.Even Fiona got in on the act, sliding her hand between my legs when I wasn’t looking. I felt her fingers on my pussy lips and almost moaned with pleasure at her touch. By the time we sat down in the lounge, sexual tensions were running high with expectations of the evening ahead.We automatically separated into opposing couples, and in short order, I was smooching with Mike on the sofa. His hands, all shyness gone now, were all over my tits and arse. He seemed particularly keen on my bottom, and he whispered a lewd suggestion in my ear. I laughed, and instead slid down between his knees. Within moments I’d whipped his cock out and I was sliding my lips over him, stroking his balls.Across the room I could see Rod with his hand up Fiona’s dress. Strangely, I felt a pang of jealousy, watching her moan as his fingers went to work.I concentrated on the task in hand and, thirty seconds later, Mike groaned, and came in my mouth. Like a good little wife-swapping slut, I kept my lips clamped round his member, and swallowed every drop of his cum. I hadn’t sucked Rod’s cock in years, and even then, I never swallowed his cum. But tonight was about spicing things up! Tonight, I was prepared to do things I didn’t normally do. I’d like to say I enjoyed sucking Mike’s cock, but to be honest, I still wasn’t feeling that spark I so wanted to feel.With Mike’s cum still coating my teeth, I excused myself and went to freshen up the drinks. What I really wanted to do was wash out my mouth, but I didn’t want to say anything.As I was mixing a round of gin and tonics, I heard Fiona’s footsteps behind me.‘Hello there, sweetie!’ I felt her arms snake round me from behind and she rested her head on my shoulder.‘Taking a break?’ she asked.‘Yes, thought the drinks isveçbahis yeni giriş needed a top up.’Then Fiona pulled me round, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. As her lips touched mine, I felt the hairs go up on my arms and the back of my neck. I felt her tongue, and I automatically opened my mouth, wanting to taste her. Now – now I could suddenly feel that missing spark…!‘Mmm – did my husband just cum in your mouth?’I broke away, spluttering and giggling.‘Oh God, Fi, don’t!’We looked at each other for a moment. And then Fiona reached for me again. She put her hand on my breast, her fingers seeking to play with my nipple. Her other hand pulling me towards her. I put my arms around her, and moaned. Oh God, she was so sexy…!Why did I feel like this? I’d never felt this way about a woman before. I’d known Fiona for years, and had never thought of her like I was feeling right now. It didn’t feel wrong – in fact it felt incredibly right!Okay, I’d always thought she was attractive – beautiful even. She always had such poise and grace. I thought I’d probably been a bit jealous of how tall she was, and how proportionate! I was only five feet six compared to her five ten, and I had big tits and a big arse – I guess I’d always felt slightly inferior, never dreaming she might have feelings for me!Fiona smiled at me, her eyes shining.‘God, Liz – when we arrived, and I first saw you dressed like this, I realised all I wanted to do was get my head between your legs and stick my tongue in your pussy!’I gasped, shocked at the directness of her words, and the totally unexpected response I felt in my lower regions.‘Blimey, Fi, you’re not mincing words are you!’‘No, Liz, I’m not. But if we carry on like we have been, none of us are going to get what we want.’I frowned. ‘What do you mean?’‘I mean, not everything is what it seems. This little swap isn’t going to solve our problems, unless we realise some home truths.’She looked at me.‘Let me ask you a question. Do you like me?’‘Of course I like you, Fi. I’ve always liked you. But I’ve never kissed a girl before. Not like – not like you just kissed me!’‘Me, either. But I’ve wanted to. I’ve wanted to kiss you, Liz – because I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember…!’‘Have you? God, Fi, I never knew. But – but, you’re so attractive – and I’m – I’m so…’ I gestured at myself. ‘How can you…’‘Oh, Liz – you have no idea!’Once more, she took my face in her hands and kissed me. This time the kiss lasted so long I thought I was going to faint.

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