Dave and I (Stephanie) had decided a while back to spend New Years Eve with our neighbors, Jen and Ken. Since they had moved in next door to us a couple years ago we had hit it off quickly, and were like old friends.
Jen was an attractive, brown-haired woman, with a trim swimmer's body that I was a bit jealous of, with my well-rounded hips that my mother described as "made for makin' babies" (thanks Mom). Fortunately, my breasts were also larger than average -- Dave says they're my best part!
We had been drinking quite a bit, and the doobies were rolled before 10:30. We were sloshed and baked in no time. The guys headed off to Ken's computer room to watch some porn videos he had downloaded, and Jen and I were left to our own devices.
Jen had really lost her inhibitions by this point, and the talk quickly turned to sex. She was surprisingly ribald when she cut loose! After a few minutes, our conversation turned to birth control, and I mentioned that Dave had gotten a vasectomy because we wanted to remain DINKs (Double Income No Kids). Jen was quite interested, as they, too, did not want kids, and were using condoms for birth control. She then mentioned that she had *never* had sex without a condom. I was surprised, but she said the pill caused her to gain weight and she didn't like the idea of diaphragms or IUDs.
"Oh, Jen," I told her, "it feels so good, skin on skin, the way it was meant to be. To feel his penis shoot inside you. No stupid rubber to get in the way." She sighed, looking wistfully towards the computer room. I knew what was going through her head.
I sat closer to her. "Why don't we jump 'em at midnight?" I suggested. "Swap partners."
She turned to me, her eyes bloodshot from the pot and booze. "Oh, Steph, are you sure? I really want to, but I don't want to jeopardize our friendship." She held my hand, her eyes pleading.
I thought about her husband Ken, blonde-haired, with a nice physique. His hair had started to recede, making him look older than his 30 years, but he was a good-looking man. I had no misgivings about having sex with him. In contrast, Dave was dark-haired, with a little bit of a gut, but also attractive (I married him, didn't I?). As long as it was a one-time thing, I had no problems with him sexing up our neighbor.
"Let's do it," I urged her, "But Ken will have to wear a condom." I had stopped taking the pill earlier this month, but better safe than sorry.
"Oh, yes." Jen paused, considering. "Dave's vasectomy is 100% safe, right? This is my fertile time of the month. I guess that's why I'm so horny."
Suddenly I flashed back to our conversation with Dave's doctor. We still had to go back for the sperm count tests. He said that for a few weeks after the procedure Dave's reproductive tract could still have sperm in it. It had been only a week since the vasectomy and, due to some swelling, this would be Dave's first "post-snip" sex. There was a chance that he was still potent!
To this day I still don't know why I did it. I paused and thought about what might happen, and felt no guilt. I just looked into her eyes and lied, "Perfectly safe, hon."
It got closer to midnight and the guys came back into the living room, trying to disguise their hard-ons, caused by the computer porn. We refreshed everyone's drinks and waited for Dick Clark to count us down.
"Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...Six..." We stood up and put our arms around our spouses. We were in a line, with Jen right next to me, the guys on the outside.
"FIVE...FOUR...THREE...TWO...ONE..." As we had discussed, Jen and I quickly swapped places, and planted a huge kiss on our neighbor's lips as everyone in New York screamed, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
