Marie and I were in the back seat of the car. Her husband, Bob, was driving and my heavily pregnant, wife, Jane, in the passenger seat, was paying her usual diligence to the road ahead.
"Bob, Pat's got my boobs out."
They were quality boobs, too, belonging to a slim, willowy body, set off by shoulder length hair, naturally blonde, slightly greying. But their crowning glory was her nipples, each of which grew long and hard at the slightest provocation.
Jane swiveled her head, looked and laughed.
"He's horny for you Marie," she chuckled, "you've been holding out on him."
This was true. I had briefly fucked Marie, once, at the end of a long night at the club, when she relented to her husband's urging, but I had drunk too much by then and my stamina ran out. Just the empty condom remained as evidence of our incomplete consummation, hanging half out of her labia like a becalmed wind balloon.
Still, I took great pleasure in knowing I was her first extramarital playmate. Bob had invested a lot of time and energy to persuade her to even attend a swingers' club. Marie was keen to keep her younger husband happy, and eventually relented while asserting, "No promises!"
The four of us had met as couples via a dating website that included a section for sexual hookups. We lived quite close to each other, and after an initial meeting over coffee where we all seemed to hit it off well - both ladies were slim to medium and the boys both well toned - and made a date for a night at a club in the city.
[A dirty little secret of swinging is that we men really need our wives/partners to willingly get down and dirty with other men so we can broaden the selection of women available to us, but you didn't hear that from me, OK?]
Meanwhile, in the car, Bob adjusted the rear view mirror to get a better look.
"Good on ya, Pat. Great nipples, aren't they!"
Well, my mouth was full, but I grunted my assent. Marie was stroking my hair, gently cuddling me to her chest.
All too soon, the restaurant was upon us, Marie tidied up, and we went inside to eat.
Midway through the meal, I rose and went to find the Men's. Once inside, Bob appeared at my shoulder.
"I don't know what's got into her, but she's determined to fuck you tonight, Pat. When we get back to your place, just take charge. She won't resist."
Sometimes in life, Christmas does come early!
Bob and I arrived back at the table, grinning. Marie looked at her husband, inquiringly, knowingly.
"Did you tell him?"
"I did."
"Oh, goody."
Jane possessed the teachers' talent of an all-encompassing gaze.
"Tell him what?" She demanded of all three of us.
"I'm going to fuck your husband tonight," Marie replied, looking directly at Jane before suddenly looking around guiltily, worried someone overheard. No-one did, by the looks of it.
Jane laughed.
"That was obvious from the moment you walked in the door."
I jokingly complained to Jane that she could have told me, but she just called me stupid man, a fairly common occurrence in our household. All good fun, until the day arrived when she genuinely meant it. Never mind. Shit happens.
Marie and I were seated side by side. I whispered into her ear.
