I have not abandoned Coppernicous. I plan to finish Part 5 in the near future, whenever I can find time away from work. While listening to the radio one day, the idea for this short tale came to me; I had to get it down right away before I lost the idea. I hope you enjoy.
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Thanks to Grand Teton for making this readable.
The carpet did little to pad my backside as I lay on the floor, blindfolded thoroughly, but I was not about to complain as my wee dickie stood straight in the air anticipating what was to come.
My mates, Tommy and Arthur, and I had talked for months about our wives, how we had some of the hottest wives around, and how fortunate indeed each of us was. Of course, we each wondered how sex with the other women would be.
Frequently we and our wives would get together for a barbeque and swim, or dinner and cards, or we would go out on the town for an evening. We got on well. The girls became fast friends and frequently shopped together or did whatever women do when their men aren't around. The really amazing thing was their similarity in size and shape, so that often they borrowed or shared each other's clothes. We often would joke when we saw one of the other wives wearing our wife's dress that we weren't sure who we were taking home with us for the night.
The idea of swapping came up more than a few times among us guys, but the women always quelled it without even considering the idea. Arthur's thirtieth birthday party changed matters, though, much to our surprise.
More wine had been consumed that evening than was usual, giving the girls an excuse for their change in mind, but I believe it had been planned well beforehand.
Liz, Arthur's wife, brought up the idea as the party was winding down after dinner.
"Arthur has been after me, as I know you other blokes have been at your wives, about doing some sort of a swap or group sex thing, and we girls have an idea to put the whole concept to a conclusion."
Of course, Tommy and I perked up and listened carefully.
"Here's how it will work, if we finally agree to go along with you. Helen"—that's Tommy's wife—"suggested next month, when we get together at their house for a barbeque and swim, but you blokes have to agree to abide by our rules. It's either all or none, and it's our way, or none."
We three guys looked at each other and immediately all nodded in agreement. I should have known there was a big catch, or Phoebe would never go along. I know she has always fancied Tommy, but always knew she was faithful and was not the type to go running round.
So many times I returned home from work, only to find Phoebe on the telephone with either Helen or Liz, giggling and laughing, but she would ring off right away, saying, "Richard is home, I'd better see to him." She never would say what they talked about, either. All I would get is a Mona Lisa smile and a subject change.
Finally the fateful night was at hand and Phoebe and I made the trek over to Tommy and Helen's home in the car. We could have easily walked it. It is less than two blocks, but Phoebe insisted we drive so that she would not have to carry a little overnight bag with her for people to see.
It was a rare evening, in that it was warm enough to really enjoy the pool. So often the sky would be overcast and the air a bit nippy to enjoy lounging around in our bathing kit, but today was a pleasantly warm, sunny day, with just enough of a breeze to keep one cool in the sun. The six of us played about for a bit in the water, with us lads enjoying the view of the women each wearing a small two piece bathing suit, which in itself was quite unusual, for Liz was a bit more modest than the other two and normally wore a one-piece with a little skirt. Tommy and I both made it a point to compliment her on her good looks, and gained a nice blush in return.
Nothing overt or untoward happened in the water, although I must say there was more physical contact amongst us than was normal, with brushes of arms or legs, and there was a heightened sense of anticipation in the joking and comments. Flirting has always been somewhat normal amongst us, but tonight it seemed a bit more directed, though nobody was blatant at all.
Dinner time came and we all got out of the water and toweled off, but before anyone went into the house to dress Helen suggested we all remain in our bathing togs. "After all, there is no point in changing our clothing when it won't stay on long anyway, now is there?"
We blokes all raised our eyebrows at this comment, but we certainly were not in disagreement with the idea. Seeing the girls in their bathing suits was a treat by itself, especially as it had started to cool down a little, and the breeze caused their nipples to poke out.
Tommy got some sausages going on the grill and it wasn't long before we were all ready to eat. The girls sipped at white wine, while we men each had a Guinness in front of us. Liz, in her unaccustomed two-piece, caught my eye frequently, and she must have availed herself of more than one glass prior to the evening to be as comfortable as she appeared to be.
When we had all eaten our fill and had had a couple of beers or glasses of wine, Helen pushed her plate back and picked up an empty bowl. She set it in the middle of the table, then passed a small slip of paper and a pen to each of us men. "Right, now this is how this is going to work. You will each write your name on your piece of paper, then you will fold it carefully in half and drop it into the bowl. We will each draw a name. We girls have agreed we will never reveal to you men whose name we have drawn, because we don't want any jealousy to spoil our friendships. Can you blokes agree there will be no hard feelings or repercussions after this evening?"
