The partnership had been a resounding success. The three of us had bought the land, developed the subdivision and sold off the entire project at a very good profit, and in doing so had become firm friends. Ken had taken on the operations and project management, Marcel knew sales and marketing, and as for me, Rex, I handled the finance and administration. We made a very tight and effective team.

We had organised tonight's dinner to celebrate our success, and to officially end the partnership now that the project was over. Julie and I had decided to host the night at our home rather than going out to a restaurant, so that we could all relax without worrying about how much we could drink, but I did call in caterers to provide a sumptuous meal and pour the wines. I knew Julie was looking forward to the night because she had gone out and bought a new outfit for the occasion - "complete with frilly underwear" I heard her confide on the phone to both Rose and Nicolette, the other two wives who would make up the party of six.

"Why the underwear?" I had asked her. "Expecting to get lucky tonight, are you? Show me what you bought." It was Saturday morning, and the evening was due to kick off at 6.30 that night.

Julie just laughed, and then said "You'll see them at the party tonight."

"At the party?" I queried.

"Oops! I meant after the party." she replied.

"I think I just caught you in a Freudian slip, my girl, what's your cunning plan for tonight?" This conversation was starting to get interesting.

Julie smiled at me, knowing she'd been caught out, and said "Remember six weeks ago, when we had that weekend away with Ken and Rose, how we had a few drinks after dinner and played cards? You and Ken tried to get Rose and me to play strip poker. If that happens tonight, and the other girls give in to the boys' suggestions, I'm not going to be the one wearing granny's knickers!" Then she blushed, and those beautiful blue eyes couldn't hold my gaze, as she realised that she had just implied she was prepared to strip naked in front of our friends.

I laughed at her fears and reminded her that there would be caterers present, and that it was a more formal sort of dinner, but throughout the afternoon, my mind kept returning to the thought of Julie stripping down to her sexy undies, removing her bra, peeling off her panties. It was one of my strongest fantasies.

Mid-afternoon, Julie ran herself a hot bath to give herself what she always called her "shave and a haircut" - the legs, armpits, and I guess the bikini line, as she always kept her full blond bush neatly shaped. I popped my head in to the bathroom, hoping to catch a peek at her gorgeous big tits that I love so much, and found her sitting on the side of the bath, her pubic area completely covered in shaving cream, and looking at herself down there with a small shaving mirror. I quickly retreated, not realizing that a simple trim job was so complicated.

At about five thirty, I poured us both a scotch and soda, and started to get ready myself. By five past six, I was dressed, casual but with a jacket, and sipping my second scotch. Julie was still working on her preparations, and I knew she'd be down soon. At precisely six thirty, she descended the stairs an absolute vision, her blond hair swept back, and wearing a sheer, black, two-piece outfit, the top caressing her breasts softly, and the full-length skirt accentuating and defining the gentle curve of her hips. Stocking and heels completed the elegant ensemble and left me feeling shabby and underdressed. But what the hell, I've never been known for my dress sense.

Sensing that my timing would be right, I went to the front door and opened it to find Marcel and Nicolette, just about to ring the bell, with Ken and Rose following them up the path. I shook hands with Marcel and hugged Nicki. She gave me a kiss on both cheeks in her very French manner, which I must say I enjoyed very much. She was dressed in a hip hugging, skin tight pair of black jeans that left nothing to the imagination except the faint outline of a skimpy g-string running up from her buttocks, while her top was a black and silver, swirly thing that accentuated her small breasts, making them look decidedly perky, then stopped short at the midriff. Her outfit perfectly complemented her black hair and tanned olive skin.

Shaking hands with Ken, I looked over at Rose, and fell in love all over again. Every time I see her, I wonder at the perfect, flawless skin, auburn hair and fine facial features that her English heritage has blessed her with. Dressed in a light grey tartan skirt and jersey top, she simply smiled and took my breath away. Pulling myself together, I offered drinks and everyone settled down for a chat.

As the easy conversation filled the room, I enjoyed musing on the differences and similarities that made these people my friends. The stark differences between Ken, Marcel and me. Ken is a bull of a man, both physically and in the way he applies himself to his work, letting nothing and no one get in the way of what he wants to achieve. Marcel, on the other hand is a handsome but slightly built man who relies on his charm and a persuasive manner to achieve his ends. As for me, I often call myself Mr Average - average good looks, medium build, steady temperament, but with one advantage that sets me apart. I'm good at working with people, planning, directing, steering them. There may be a little bit of a control freak in my makeup.

I think the thing that made us all close friends in spite of these differences was the comfortable confidence each of felt in ourselves and in each other - enough so that we could accept and enjoy our differences. Ken and Rose held hands as they listened to Marcel explain the intricacies of the European soccer rules, while Nicki tousled his hair, and Julie and Rose discussed how men's conversation always seemed to revolve around balls. I laughed as Nicki picked up a cushion and threw it at me, saying "You're staring at my tits again!" and I realised I had been. They all laughed at my embarrassment.

Night had just fallen as dinner was served. The meal began with the shell of a blue swimmer crab loaded with crabmeat, avocado, and a crumbling of Stilton cheese over the top. Over a bottle of crisp Semillon, I made a little speech of welcome and expressed my appreciation for the dedication of my partners, the understanding and patience of our wives, and the true friendships that we had developed. I was touched by the applause that broke out as I sat down, and Julie's kiss on the cheek that followed.

Over the fresh asparagus and bacon soup, with herbed focaccia and a fairly dry, unwooded chardonnay, Ken responded to my speech, thanking me for having kicked off the project, and giving us all the opportunity for success. Marcel followed, but in a more light hearted vein with his typical Gallic charm, ending in a risqu� joke. The wine was obviously beginning to take effect on the mood of the party.

That set the tone for the rest of the meal, with each of us trying to outdo the others with jokes and stories. Over a most delicious steak Diane, for which I had given the caterers my own recipe, and a robust bottle of Hermitage, I told my modest little joke.

"There were these three old guys on the hill overlooking the beach, sitting on the bench in the sun, and enjoying the young ladies walking up and down, or tanning themselves. The old fellow on the left says to the other two ' See that one over there wearing the green costume. Now she reminds me of a girl I used to know. I'd love to give her a big kiss."

"After half an hour goes past, the one on the right says ' See that one in the yellow bikini, now she's really beautiful. I'd like to go down there and give her a big hug!"

"An hour goes past, and the one in the middle says 'See that one over there, with her top off. Wow, I'd love to go down there and ... I'd love to ...I'd love to ... Now what WAS that other thing we used to do?"

Everyone laughed, but Julie couldn't stop giggling as she compared the three old guys to Ken, Marcel and me. Ken and Marcel immediately voted me the old guy with the lousy memory. "I'll show you how good my memory is tonight!" I said to Julie.

"Promises, promises", she replied, and in a fake stage whisper to the others, said," he'll forget in ten minutes".

I let the caterers go home after the main course, telling them we could serve the rest of the meal ourselves. Over a mango and maple syrup sorbet washed down with sparkling champagne, the stories became more risqu� and ribald. By the time Julie and I brought out the cheese and fruit, we were all more than a little merry, and started to ramble on about every party's favourite subject - sex.

Marcel, who fancies himself as the last of the great French lovers, bemoaned the fact that there were fewer opportunities for a man to "get a bit" these days - not for himself of course he hurried to explain to Nicki as she bristled at his remarks, but speaking hypothetically. Back in the old days a man simply carried a paper bag, but now he must go equipped with condoms and lubricants etcetera. We three men laughed at the reference to a paper bag, knowing the old line about "not arranging the mantle-piece when you are stoking the fire", but the ladies didn't understand. I had to explain to them that the paper bag was to put over the heads of the ugly ones.

Amid the uproar this remark caused, I quickly changed the subject to my personal favourite - tits. I said, "You know, there are six billion people on this planet. Half of them have tits, and the other half want to play with them. Now why is it that there are six billion tits in the world, and yet I only have one set to play with. Mind you, Julie does have beautiful big tits, but I could handle a lot more if they were offered. What do you guys think?" The other two men agreed with me, Ken saying yes, there should definitely be more sharing, but Marcel saying yes, she definitely did have beautiful tits. I think we lost the thread of the argument about then.

There may have been a little bit of female revenge for the paper bag comment in what happened next, or it may just have been the drink, but Julie sat back in her chair, cupped her full breasts through her sheer black top, and said, "Eat your heart out guys. Oh God, they feel good tonight!" And she proceeded to massage her own tits in front of us.

Nicki immediately caught on, and started to do the same thing, but she was able to reach under her little silver top and hold her breasts directly. "I'm not wearing a bra," she announced, as she tweaked her nipples and made false noises of passion in a feline duet with Julie.

Rose, on the other hand, didn't join in, but she had this quiet look of arousal on her face, and her soft jersey top betrayed her passion with two very prominent nipples poking out for all to see. We all noticed. Ken let out a howl like a wolf in heat, and I joined in. The girls burst into laughter, then shooed the three of us out into the games room to pour a round of liqueurs while the coffee was brewing.

I was horny. I had been since morning, since Julie talked about being ready to play strip poker, but the events of the past few minutes had made it worse. I think the other two were feeling the same way. Marcel started to apologise for his remarks, but I chuckled and asked him " Tell me, who has the best tits out of our wives?"

He grinned and replied, "I don't know, I haven't tried them all yet."

Ken responded "Don't I wish..."

At that moment the ladies in the kitchen erupted into laughter over something and, a short time later, arrived in the games room carrying coffee. From the looks on their faces some devious plan was in their minds. They gave us a few minutes to drink our coffee, and then Julie announced that they had a party game to play, called "Paper Bag". She then told us how it worked.

"We don't have any paper bags, so we will put a pillowcase over each man's head. It will be tucked in to your collar so you can't see, but it will still let you breathe. Then you'll find out how the game is played - but you must promise not to remove the pillowcase until we tell you." We agreed. This was intriguing.

Each woman went up to her husband and put the "paper bag" over his head and tucked it in. We were told not to move. Then we waited. I could hear a rustling sound nearby. Then I heard Julie, standing very close to me, say "Hello darling" as she took my hands in hers. I heard Rose and Nicki say something similar to their husbands.

What I wasn't prepared for was the moment when Julie drew my hands to her breasts - her bare breasts. I felt her warm skin, her erect nipples, moved my hands up to her shoulders to find them bare, back to her beautiful tits. She was naked from the waist up. And so were Rose and Nicki, judging by the deathly hush in the room. It seemed like an eternity that I massaged and fondled her beautiful big breasts, feeling the warmth of that smooth skin, the heat emanating from her hard, erect nipples. I was incredibly aroused by the intense quiet, and the certain knowledge that there were three topless women in the room, having their tits squeezed.

What happened next stunned me. Our wives told each of us not to move and not to remove our "paper bags". Julie moved away, but soon my hands were taken again, and drawn up to bare breasts. But these breasts were not Julie's. Incredible! I felt a pair of firm small tits, and I knew I was fondling Nicki's beautiful small breasts, with the most erect nipples I had ever known. The blind and silent eroticism of the moment, the feeling of fondling Nicki, it was sending my senses spiralling, and my cock was fully erect.

Her quiet voice close to me said "Don't move" and moved away. Soon my hands were taken again, and held against the soft, silky skin that I knew had to be the breasts of dear Rose. I was in heaven. Rose kept hold of my hands, and moved them over her breasts, drew them up to her shoulders, put them around her back, and back again to her perfect breasts. Her nipples were erect and prominent, and very sensitive. As I gently squeezed them between my thumbs and fingers, I heard an intake of breath that spoke more eloquently than words. Her head rested softly on my shoulder.

Soon she moved away, and we heard Julie's voice from across the room. "Okay boys, you can take off your "paper bags". We've had our fun." I removed the pillowcase from over my head, blinking in the sudden brightness to find Ken and Marcel in a similar state. I finally focused in the direction of the voice. There they were, our three ladies, standing near the doorway to the games room, bare-breasted and posing as though for some erotic photograph. We didn't move. We were speechless, except for 'Fuck!' and 'Holy Shit!' and 'My God!' With a laugh, they quickly left the room, taking their garments with them.

I went to the bar and poured each of us a stiff drink -- to match our cocks I'm sure. Then we erupted into hilarious laughter at the trick that had just been played on us. While we had been granted our wish of sharing our wives' tits, we had ended up being the "paper bag" uglies.

The ladies took some time to return. Before they did, we spoke our minds easily to each other, comparing each wife's tits to what we had imagined. Both Ken and Marcel drooled over Julie's big tits, and I pointed out how lucky Marcel was to have a wife with such incredible sensitive nipples, and Ken to have such perfect creamy breasts to suck on at night.

Marcel suggested that we turn the tables on them, and up the ante. When we pressed him to explain, he suggested that the ladies be "bagged", and that we each perform oral sex on our wives, with the first to climax being declared the sexiest. I agreed immediately. I was so horny I would have agreed to anything. It wasn't just the erotic petting of a few moments ago, but the realization that just a few moments ago my two partners had fondled my wife's bare breasts and had then seen her with her tits exposed, as I had done with their wives. If the ladies agreed to Marcel's suggestion, then we would be crossing a line here. But it wasn't really sex, was it? Was it just foreplay?

We signified our agreement, by doing the old partnership handshake, both arms crossed, shaking the hands on either side of us. As we did, the ladies re-entered the room, having dressed themselves and reapplied their makeup. They giggled as each wife rejoined her husband, and we smiled back, knowing that the tables were about to turn. Julie sat down beside me and grinned as she put her hand between my legs and gently squeezed my cock. "Enjoy the show, did we?" she said. I noticed that she had put her top back on, but not her bra, and her nipples were still erect. I looked over at Rose and realized that she too was braless and her nipples were poking firmly at their soft jersey covering. When I looked over at Nicki, what I saw delighted me. She had settled on the floor at the feet of Marcel sitting in the soft leather chair. She had twisted to rest her arms on his leg, and place her chin upon her arms. In doing so, her top had ridden up to expose the bottom of one breast, and all of the other - a perfectly shaped, small, tanned breast, capped with an engorged dark brown nipple that I knew to be much larger than Julie's. As I looked, I realized that Julie, Ken, and Rose had also noticed, but none of us said a single word. We just looked at her tits and enjoyed her unaware flashing.

Then it hit me that more was still to come, if a twist could be spun into what happened next. If I could make it happen, I would not be blindfolded, but would be free to watch as one of my friends removed my wife's panties, opened her legs for us all to see, and put his tongue inside her slit - with me watching. Oh God, I wanted to see it happen so badly.

"Fancy another game?" I enquired.

Julie said, "I'm game."

Nicki replied, "Okay."

But Rose said, "What are the rules?"

Clever Rose. Choosing my words carefully, I explained the rules of the game I called "When Harry Met Sally" as proposed by Marcel. There was a moment of tense silence before Rose finally spoke up. "Okay, I'm in," she said, and the other two then confirmed that they would play. I explained that each wife must remain blindfolded, must not assist with her hands, which were to be kept by the side. Each wife was free to make as much noise as she wished during the event, but on reaching a climax, should call out "Oh Harry!" to proclaim her climax to the world.

The tension in the air was palpable, as each of us applied a table napkin blindfold to our own wife - no "paper bags" for these beauties. Then Marcel brought up a valid point - Nicki was wearing tight jeans, and the other ladies were wearing skirts that could be easily lifted. The ladies agreed that Nicki should remove her jeans, and we agreed that Rose and Julie could lift their skirts before being positioned - but that all panties would remain in place to begin. Silently, Marcel kneeled in front of Nicki, and reached forward to undo her skin-tight black jeans. She flinched as he touched the bare flesh of her stomach, but he soon had the top button undone and her fly unzipped. She stood firm as he pulled her jeans down over her thighs and off her bottom. He left her tiny black g-string on, and led her by the hand to the sofa, where he turned her around and pushed on her shoulders so that she sat down. He quickly removed her jeans. Ken and I were rooted to the spot, just watching. Next I moved Julie to one of the leather arm chairs, positioned her, and unbuttoned her long black skirt from floor level to her panties, leaving it still buttoned at the top but folded back from her panties. She sat down and scooted her bottom forward, ready to have her panties removed when the time came.

That's when I saw the frilly knickers she had bought for tonight. They were lacy, light blue French knickers, the ones with the loose legs, and they had transparent panels of filmy lace across the front. They were gorgeous, but what surprised me more was what I could see through the lacy panels. Her pubic area, usually covered by a hairy blond bush trimmed at the edges to stay within her panties, had been partially shaved so that her lips were fully exposed, with just a shaped strip above them to complete the picture. More, in scooting her bottom forward as she had, the lacy fabric had ridden up into her slit, accentuating the bulge of her labia showing through the gauze. I was dumbfounded, and my cock was throbbing fiercely as I realized that both Ken and Marcel were looking at Julie's cunt lips as well.

When Ken had blindfolded Rose, he simply lifted her skirt up to her waist and sat her down on the other arm chair, and I didn't get much of a chance to look at her panties and the treasure I knew must be caressed by them. Maybe later, I thought.

Now for the twist. In a voice that made it clear I was in charge, I called, "Gentlemen, to the starting line, please!" and with our wives sitting blindfolded, furiously beckoned to Marcel and Ken to join me at the bar. Once they arrived, as they watched, I wrote on a coaster "Choose your woman - can't be your wife". As the penny dropped, it was nigh on impossible to stop the grins that appeared on our faces from becoming vocal, but we did. I pointed at my chest twice, then aimed my finger at Nicki's g-string. By a simple process of elimination, that meant that Ken would go down on my Julie and Marcel would eat out Ken's wife Rose. I shrugged my shoulders questioningly, and they both excitedly nodded their agreement.

To announce the start of the game, I simply called the old Formula One Race cry "Gentlemen, start your engines!" Within seconds, Ken was gently slipping my wife's panties off her hips, and she assisted by lifting her bottom up. This was within the rules. Marcel was wasting no time, and had started to kiss Rose's pussy through her panties as he slipped them off her bottom. If only they knew! I simply moved Nicki's g-string to one side for the moment and began to tongue kiss her pussy lips as though they were a mouth, a French kiss I thought as I dipped my tongue into her slit looking for her other tongue, the sweet clitoris I knew would be nestled in there. She began to moan.

As I tongued her pussy, I slipped her g-string down and out from between her legs, down to the floor and off her feet. I was aroused by the perfect triangular V-shape formed by her pubic hair, a thick mat of perfumed black hair trimmed to the exact shape of her g-string, split by the glistening pink slit of her parted lips. I opened her legs as I tongued, wanting to look how far the hair went, if she had a hairy vagina and anus as well. I put her legs over my shoulders so that I could lick her entire slit from anus to clitoris, and bury my face in the sweetest-smelling, gorgeously hairy cunt I have ever experienced. She was exquisite, and moaning like a banshee.

I couldn't begin to describe that most erotic assault on my senses - the taste of Nicki's cunt. How can I describe it? You know how some women taste like honey - well Nicki was like the taste of maple syrup, that sweetly pungent, fragrant taste that has you hungering for more.

I was awakened from my ecstasy by a sound over my shoulder, almost a scream, that made me stop and look for a moment. What I saw jolted me. There was my darling wife, Julie, with her naked cunt almost completely inside the mouth of another man. Ken had lifted her feet and placed each one upon the seat beside the cheek of her bottom so that her entire cunt was thrust forward into his waiting mouth. The fact that she had shaved her pussy lips simply exposed her more to his tongue, and I could imagine how sensitive her cunt must be without pubic hair. She was close to coming; I knew the sounds she was making so well.

Over on the other armchair, Rose was not making much noise. The gentle Rose was not a demonstrative person, and I knew she wouldn't win this competition. However, I knew she was enjoying the sensation of Marcel's attention, because she had lifted her bottom off the chair, and was humping herself up into the mouth of Marcel, trying her hardest to climax like a lady. I wanted to take the time to find out what her cunt looked like, but time was against me, and I had a lady to satisfy.

I focused on the glistening wet pussy in front of me, and knew I needed an edge to win. Plunging my forefinger into the depths of her vagina, I curled it upwards to find her g-spot as the ball of my thumb massaged her clitoris. She went crazy, humping up into my mouth as I licked, and grunting like a wild woman. But it wasn't enough to take her over the top. I moved my other hand to massage her bottom cheeks, and she screamed out, "I'm close! Oh yes, do it!" Then I knew what her magic button was. I plunged my index finger into her cunt for lubrication, removed it, and started to massage her pretty little anus. "Yes!" she said, and I pushed my finger into her rectum, as I rubbed her clitoris and massaged her g-spot and tongued her slit and chewed her pussy lips and ...... was rewarded with the most amazing scream of "Ohhhhhhh Haaaarrrreeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"

I was completely unaware that, at that precise moment, the magic cunt of dear Rose, wife of my friend Ken, a cunt I had not yet even set eyes on, had spasmed into an orgasm on the tongue of Marcel, resulting in the unleashing of "Oh yes! Oh God! Oh dear, Oh Harry, yes Harry, Oh Harry, Oh My!"

As I know her voice so well, and recognize the sounds of her passion, I was aware that a few seconds after Nicki's climax had ended, my wife's began. I turned my head to watch as Ken sucked her clitoris into his mouth, released it, inserted his tongue into her vagina and licked upwards until her entire opening had been covered, and pinched both lips of her cunt between thumb and forefinger, then took her clitoris between his teeth. That final act was enough to set my Julie off, and she locked her legs on either side of his head, trapping his face in her cunt as she screamed "Oh oh oh oh yes yes Harry Harry Harry Harry Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

My cock was throbbing in absolute agony, as I came out of the trance I was in. I had just fucked a gorgeous French woman with my tongue, watched the aftermath of a friend's wife being fucked by another friend's tongue, and watched my own wife being fucked - even though it was only oral sex. But what happened next was extraordinary. Each of the women who had just been fucked, even though it was only oral sex, removed her blindfold - to discover that she had just been fucked, not by her husband as she thought, but by another man.

What they did amazed me. They laughed! Oh, how they laughed. Nicki, lying back in the armchair with her panties and jeans lying on the floor, didn't cover her nakedness, didn't even close her legs, but lay back in the chair laughing with her legs spread open, her cunt exposed, wearing only a small midriff top that no longer even covered her tits. Laughing at me. "Oh Rex, my darling, I knew you were not my husband from the start. Look, he has a moustache! But you were magnificent!"

Over on the other side of the room, Rose giggled as she sat up. "I knew that my lover wasn't Ken for the same reason, because there was a tickly thing where there shouldn't have been. But Marcel, you were a masterful lover!" As she spoke, Rose stood up and tossed aside her skirt that had been pulled up, leaving her naked from the waist down. I stared hungrily at her, finally seeing between her legs the soft auburn fur that I had wondered about for some time.

All eyes then turned to Julie. Being aware that she was the centre of attention, she stood up, and undid the final two buttons holding up her rumpled, floor length black skirt. Letting it fall to the floor, she slowly turned so that everyone in the room could see her nakedness, her shaved cunt lips. Then she removed her sheer black top, let it fall to the floor, and stood completely naked before us. My cock was in agony as she began to speak, staring down at the floor, her long blond hair falling forward over her face. "At first I didn't know, but then when I was picked up like a rag doll and repositioned on the sofa, I knew that it wasn't Rex eating me, and guessed that it was Ken. Then I did not care who it was as long as he made me orgasm." Julie lifted her head, shook her hair back, and those deep blue eyes stared right into my heart, as she said, "I decided that I was happy to fuck all of you, as long as Rex was there with me." After saying this, she came over to where I was standing, stood in front of me and said, in a very quiet voice "I'll make your fantasies come true tonight, my darling." I kissed her, deeply, long and hard. Then I had to stop, my mind reeling.

Rose came to my rescue. She called, "Time out! We girls would like to have a little talk while you men make some more coffee. Into the kitchen with you, please."

We trooped off into the kitchen, where Marcel started the coffee going. Ken spoke first. "I think we all know where this night is heading. Do you agree?" We did. He then asked the question that was on all of our minds, "Well, are we going to fuck our own wives, or are we swapping?"

Before Marcel could reply, I spoke. "Perhaps I should explain what Julie meant about making my fantasies come true. You see, I have two fantasies that I have confessed to her in the past. One of them is to watch her being taken by another man. The other is a threesome, with two men making love to her at once. I think that's what Julie has in her mind for tonight."

"Nicki and I, we have had a threesome before," said Marcel. "It was very good, very sexy. Nicki loved it."

Ken asked, "So who did you have in mind to help you with your threesome tonight?"

I laughed, and replied, "You may not believe this, but I'm thinking both of you. I want you both to fuck Julie, while I watch, one in her pussy and one in her mouth."

"But what about you?" asked Marcel.

"Oh, that's simple, as long as you two are able to hold up your end. I'm going to fuck both of your wives, with you. All of the girls deserve a threesome tonight, don't you think?" I said. The grins I received in response were all the answer my question needed. We returned to the games room, carrying the coffee.

We settled down to drink our coffee, Julie sitting beside me, Rose beside Ken, and Nicki sitting on Marcel's lap. All of the ladies had discarded the rest of their clothing, and sat beside us stark naked. I looked from Rose to Julie to Nicki, admiring and enjoying. Rose spoke first. "While you were out of the room, we girls came to a decision. It's like this - we are not leaving this room until we've been laid, and to make it easy, we don't mind who does it. If you wish to fuck your wife, please do so, but if you want to wife swap, then please choose your partners."

That little speech of Rose's meant that I didn't have to worry about talking anyone into what was to happen next. We could go with the flow. I stood, and asked each of the men to stand. I then said, "Ladies, would you please undress one of the men in the room, but not your husband." Rose narrowly beat Nicki over to my side, leaving Nicki to undress Ken, while Julie stripped Marcel. It was incredible to watch the lovely Rose, naked before me, undoing the buttons on my shirt, her breasts gently swaying as she moved. Her nipples stood erect again, and I couldn't resist touching them. She whispered to me as she removed my shirt "Does this mean you will be making love to me?"

I replied, "Rose, you can be sure that my penis will enter your body tonight."

As she removed my trousers and shorts, I was embarrassed by my erection, and the large quantity of pre-come that covered the head. She used my shorts to gently wipe it away. "What a waste!" she said, smiling.

After all of the men were naked, I asked Rose and Nicki to come and sit on the sofa with me. Looking puzzled, they did as I requested. I then stood and walked over to Julie, took her hand, and led her to the rug in the centre of the floor. Calling to my partners, "Marcel and Ken, would you please accept the hospitality of the house, and make use of my wife for your sexual pleasure?" I heard a sharp intake of breath from Rose behind me, and, "Oh, yes," from Nicki. Julie turned to me, gave me a fierce kiss, and then turned to her two lovers. I sat on the sofa between my two lovers for the night.

"What's happening?" Rose asked.

"They are having a threesome, one for her pussy and one for her mouth," replied Nicki, before I could speak.

As Nicki and Rose cuddled up beside me on the sofa, we watched Ken and Marcel fondle and kiss my wife. Oddly, I found myself more interested in having a look at the men's genitals than what they were doing to Julie. When I did catch sight of their cocks and balls, an exclamation of surprise escaped my lips. Marcel had to be a good eight inches long, with a dangly ball sac that allowed one testicle to hang lower than the other.

I looked at Nicki, and she anticipated my question. "Yes he's eight and a half inches long. I can take all of him in my pussy. Julie will love him inside her." She smiled at me, and I turned my eyes back to the floor where Julie was about to be fucked.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I saw for the first time the size of the wedding tackle hanging between Ken's legs. His cock wasn't long, it was a good six inches, but it was the thickest, fattest piece of meat I've ever seen on a man, and backed up by two balls of a size to match. I looked over at Rose, and raised my eyebrows. She giggled. "She'll have trouble fitting him in." she exclaimed, "I do."

It appeared that Julie had decided that Ken would fuck her, while she sucked Marcel. Julie lay on the rug with her legs spread wide, her cunt lips glistening, and I watched Ken put the head of his fat penis to the opening of her vagina. As he pushed forward and the head popped in, I realised that Julie was looking over at me. From the look of love on her face, I knew that she was letting him fuck her for my pleasure, to satisfy my fantasy. I felt my cock twitch as he pushed again. He withdrew, and pushed again, and then I heard Julie moan in pleasure as his cock went half way in. He pumped in and out twice more, and I realized that his cock was now all the way in, and Julie was on the verge of coming. He began to fuck her faster, ramming all of the way in with each thrust. He continued to fuck her, with forceful strokes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She climaxed, pushing her hips up to meet his forward thrusts, arching her back and groaning as her vagina spasmed around his fat cock.

Ken withdrew from Julie's gaping hole, then Marcel and Ken repositioned Julie on hands and knees so that Marcel was able to enter her mouth as Ken re-entered her from the rear. With Julie's bottom towards the three of us sitting on the sofa, we were able to see Ken's cock, coated in the vaginal secretions of her orgasms, pump in and out of her vagina, his fat penis pulling her pussy lips down and in as he thrust, and his scrotum swinging backwards and forwards as he fucked her.

"That's beautiful", said Nicki, her lips parted, a filmy sheen of lust seeming to cloud her eyes. "I love to watch people fuck. I'm going to enjoy it when Marcel is watching you fuck me too." As she said that, she took my cock in her hand and gently squeezed.

Rose looked thoughtful, and finally spoke, "Rex, will you be fucking Nicki?" I nodded yes, lusting to plunge my cock into the delicious, black-haired pussy I had eaten so recently, but knowing what was coming next. "What about me?" she said, "will you make love to me tonight? I suppose Marcel will be fucking me, while you..."

I hugged Rose to me, and said "Marcel will be first, while I am in your mouth, but if I can I will try..." as Nicki listened in.

"Marcel is very good, and his cock is big. I think you will come." Nicki said to Rose.

"That's not the real problem, Nicki." replied Rose. "What I'm worried about is that I have never done it to a man before with my mouth, I mean go all the way. Ken is so big that I cannot fit him in my mouth."

"Ah, you will have no problem with this one here, it is not so big. It is a perfect size. Rex has a beautiful penis. Here, let me show you how it's done," offered Nicki. As I watched my wife being fucked, her pussy lips pulling and stretching with the fat cock that was being forced up into her, with Marcel pumping his long cock into her mouth, as she groaned with erotic lust and fondled Marcel's swinging balls, Nicki and Rose had slipped to their knees in front of me.

"Have you never swallowed a man's semen before?" Rose shook her head. "Well, it tastes like eating oysters, but warm ones. Imagine six fresh oysters that you swallow very fast."

"I like oysters," Rose said, "And I hope I still do after tonight. Can you show me how?"

I looked down at the two naked women on the floor at my feet. Nicki's beautiful breasts with the large nipples, her thickly haired black pussy, contrasting with the soft abundance of Rose's tits and prominent nipples, and her pubic mound fully covered in a soft, downy auburn pelt of fur. My balls ached with the need to let the semen flow. Following Nicki's instructions, Rose grasped my penis, took my balls in her other hand, and gently inserted the head of my cock into her warm mouth. As instructed, she ran her tongue under the head, across the slit, and slowly began to pump her mouth up and down my shaft. Nicki praised her technique, and so did I.

However, I was soon distracted by grunting coming from the floor, and as I looked, I saw that Ken was fucking Julie at a furious pace, his heavy egg-balls slapping forward and hitting her shaved cunt lips from behind. He was going to come soon. Julie was already coming, her hips bucking as another climax overcame her. Marcel was close too, and I saw him start to pump the base of his shaft with his hand, the part that didn't fit into Julie's mouth. With a groan of lust, he started coming when Julie took his balls in her hand and squeezed. She tried to swallow it all, and almost succeeded. With each ejaculation into Julie's mouth, Marcel grunted and thrust his cock deep into her throat, using her mouth like a cunt. But to take him all the way down, Julie had to relax her mouth, and his come ran out of her lips and down her chin. Then Ken thrust deeply into her, I saw his ball sac contract, and knew that he was ejaculating into my wife's cunt, as Marcel ejaculated into her mouth, as she rode out an incredible orgasm.

Poor Rose, she had no idea that my own climax would come upon me so suddenly. As my body reacted to the lustful eroticism of seeing my wife fucked at both ends, I came in Rose's mouth. I barely had time to cry out a warning "I'm coming!" before my sperm exploded into her sweet mouth. As I held Rose's head, Nicki urged her on to swallow six oysters, and, as she looked up into my eyes, Rose fondled my balls, gently pumped her hand up and down my shaft, and swallowed my oysters all the way. What a champion!

Nicki hugged her with joy for her achievement, then I slowly lifted Rose up on to my lap in the chair, put my arms around her, and kissed her mouth. I French kissed her, gently putting my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her mouth and my own semen. With my free hand, I cupped her furry pubic mound, and whispered in her ear. "I hope I get the chance to make love to you tonight." She kissed me again, with an urgent passion. I broke the kiss to say, "I must go to Julie now."

Rose released me, and I went over to my darling wife. She was lying on her stomach on the rug, with one leg drawn up, and I could clearly see her bare labia, exposed, open and dripping Ken's semen. I drew her to me, and cuddled her on the rug, kissing her mouth and stroking her hair. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

She just looked up at me and smiled a look of love. Then, almost as an afterthought, she said, "Did you see the size of their cocks? A girl could get addicted to being fucked like that."

I gently moved her onto the sofa, where Nicki, ever helpful, had found towels and was assisting her husband and Ken to recover their stamina by washing their cocks and balls. I looked over at the group and said, "Ken, take your time, but Marcel, you have ten minutes. Oh, by the way Ken, do you mind if we fuck your wife next?" The whole room burst out laughing, and we decided that a coffee break was in order.

After coffee, Ken led Rose to the centre of the rug and, very formally, passed her hand to the man who would be mounting her. Marcel accepted her hand with a bow to Ken and a kiss on the hand to Rose, who glanced over his head at me with a timid smile of trepidation. I took her other hand and kissed it, and she relaxed a little. Then we laid her down on the rug like a sacrificial lamb.

As Marcel began to massage Rose's belly and pubic mound, I enjoyed fondling and kissing her beautiful tits, making her nipples stand proud, and kissing her. As I kissed her, I whispered in her ear, "I have already come in your mouth, but I want you to take me in your mouth again, and make me hard. I may not come again, but I will make sure that you and Marcel do." As Marcel indicated that he was ready to begin fucking Rose, I moved her off the mat, lay down, and asked her to kneel over me, in sixty-nine style. Marcel understood, and assisted her to get in position with her head over my penis.

With Rose's knees straddling my head, I would be able to watch as Marcel offered up his penis to her waiting vagina. I lifted my head and kissed her pussy, then inserted my tongue into her slit and licked her clitoris. She groaned with intense pleasure, and lifted my penis up into her mouth. As she began sucking, I put my hands upward onto her breasts and gently rolled her nipples. Then Marcel positioned his cock at the mouth of her pussy, and gently eased it in.

What I hadn't counted on in assuming that position was that Rose's body was so much shorter than mine, that my head was positioned not below her pussy, but behind it, directly below Marcel. I had a worm's eye view of his cock fucking her from about six inches away. While that was an incredibly erotic sight, I didn't take into account his balls. As he stroked, his dangly ball sac kept hitting me on the forehead. When I lowered my head down to the floor, his balls dragged across my face. For a brief moment, I had the wicked thought of opening my mouth and sucking them in, but I didn't want to give the poor man a heart attack. The thought passed, and I asked him to stop for a moment.

We repositioned Rose on her back, and Marcel mounted her again and began to fuck her with her legs over his shoulders. I kneeled by her head, and she took my penis into her mouth. I massaged her breasts and clitoris, and knew that Rose would soon be filled with Marcel's semen, maybe with mine as well in her mouth. I saw that Julie, Ken and Nicki were watching every stroke from the sofa, in rapture. Julie was cuddling up to Ken, and holding his penis. Nicki was masturbating.

I almost came, watching my wife, holding the cock that had just fucked her as she cuddled her lover. I felt the coiled spring in my balls, felt the pressure building, and as my climax built to its pinnacle - I pulled back, and removed my penis from Rose's mouth.

Instead, I lay down beside Rose and kissed her deeply, as I fondled her breasts. That was enough to tip Rose over the edge. As she sucked my tongue down her throat, her hips bucked wildly, and drew Marcel into his own climax. He let out a low growl, and drove his eight and a half inches deep into Rose, and remained embedded as his come spilled out of his cock deep inside her.

Now I don't know how long it really was that I had to wait, but it seemed like an eternity before Marcel rolled off Rose and I could quench the fire I was feeling between my legs. I kneeled between Rose's thighs, and she looked up at me and smiled dreamily, still coming down from her orgasm with Marcel. "Make love to me" she said.

I entered her slowly, feeling the silky warmth envelop me, until I was all the way in. As I slipped slowly in and out, Rose moved her hips to match my thrusts. Our movements became more urgent, and Rose wrapped her legs around me. "Fuck me hard!" she said. So instead of trying to prolong the lovemaking, we screwed, with hard, pounding, deep thrusts. Rose reached orgasm a moment before me, crying out in ecstasy, and I ejaculated into her, thrusting myself deep, mixing my semen with Marcel's inside her. I continued to pump in and out, prolonging her orgasm and extending my own, until finally it was over, and I slipped out of her come-filled pussy.

It took Rose a few minutes to recover from her own climax, so that she was able to stand and be led away by Ken. I kissed her, then collapsed into an empty chair. Julie came to join me and cuddled up to me. As we kissed, she said softly to me "You're a little bit in love with Rose, aren't you?"

"Just a bit, enough to make the love making pretty special anyway," I replied.

"You be careful", she warned.

I then confided in her that I had a more immediate problem - it was my turn to fuck Nicki in a few minutes, and I had already come twice in the last hour. My penis was looking very sleepy, and didn't want to wake up.

She said, " I know just the thing to fix that. Let me work on the problem, and you just relax." Julie got up and left the room, returning in a few minutes with a tablet, and a coffee. "It's a ginseng," she said, "the old Chinese remedy for your problem". I didn't ask her where that knowledge or the tablet came from. Sitting down with me, she then asked, "Did you enjoy your fantasy, watching me being fucked tonight? Marcel really filled my mouth up when he blew his load. I can still taste it. Can you smell his come on my breath?" Then she kissed me, and I could smell it, and taste it, as she pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I broke from the kiss, and she continued, "Ken's cock really stretched me, and I love his big balls. You know he pumped so much come into me that it's still dripping out. Can you see it?" and she opened her legs to show me her cunt. I looked down, and I saw that she was right. His sticky white semen was oozing from her vagina, and seeping down between the cheeks of her bottom.

By the time she had finished speaking, my cock was well on the way to recovery. She lifted herself up off my lap and guided my cock into her vagina, then sat back down in my lap. "Can you feel his semen inside me with your cock? You slipped in easily, so I must still be full of come."

By this time my cock was raging hard and throbbing. At that moment, Nicki came over, trailing Ken by the hand, and said to Julie "I am ready to be fucked by Rex now. Can I have him please?"

Julie laughed, and stood up, my erect cock plopping out of her pussy as she did so. "I've been keeping him warm for you. Enjoy!"

Nicki wasted no time, but positioned me on my back on the floor, straddled me, and squatted down onto my penis, facing away from me. She lowered herself, moving up and down three times until I was fully inserted. She then called Ken to stand astride my legs facing her, and pulled his cock towards her open mouth. Clearly this was a woman in control. Placing her hands on Ken's hips, she was able to use him to raise and lower herself onto my cock, while she pulled him forward in a valiant attempt to get his entire penis into her mouth.

Not accustomed to being used as a human dildo, I decided to enjoy myself. I wasn't out to make love this time. No, this was going to be raw, rough bonking at its best. So I sat up, put my arms around her and squeezed her tiny tits. My god, those nipples were sensitive, popping out for me to roll and squeeze. She groaned, though it was difficult with a mouth full of cock. I took her hands off his hips, put them on his ball sac and said, "Squeeze the come out!" Then I cupped her cunt with my hand, raking my fingers through the black apron of fur covering her lips and dragging one finger through her slit and over her clitoris. Nicki moaned, and began to rock up and down on my cock.

I lay back down and watched my cock move in and out of her pussy from behind. With my forefinger I gently massaged her anus as she moved. Her groans increased. I moistened my finger with the juices coming from her vagina, and slipped the first joint into her bottom. She went crazy, taking her mouth away from Ken's tool to pant "Yes, do it, yes." So I did it. I pulled my finger out, sat up and squeezed both of her tits, rolled her nipples, put one hand over her cunt and rubbed her clit, then lifted her up off my cock. As she stopped sucking Ken to look at what I was doing, I positioned my cock at her anus, and pulled her down onto it. I pulled her all the way down, until my cock was completely inside her rectum. She screamed, in ecstasy "Yes!" as I rocked her up and down on my cock.

The sensation was incredible, erotically exquisite as she clamped the muscles of her bottom shut tight against my cock's invasion.

I was close to coming, but Ken was having some difficulty with her bouncing up and down on my cock. He pushed her backwards, and I fell back on the floor, with Nicki lying on top of me, still impaled on my cock up her rectum. Ken moved forward, lifted her legs and put his cock at the entrance to her cunt. "It won't fit!" Nicki cried.

"Just watch me try", said Ken, as he pushed the head of his fat cock into her vagina. I felt it enter. He pulled back and thrust forward again. This time I felt it go further in, about half way. One more mighty thrust, and he was all the way in. Nicki moaned in ecstasy.

I looked over at the sofa. Marcel was in rapt awe, watching his beautiful wife taking two cocks at once, mine anally, and Ken's monster in her vagina. He arose and joined us, kneeling beside Nicki's head and putting his cock into her mouth. "Oh no!" I thought, "Here we go with the balls again." But it didn't happen. Ken and Marcel started to move, Ken fucking her with forceful thrusts, as Nicki sucked Marcel. I couldn't move, but the thrusting of Ken's cock, the unconscious contraction of Nicki's anus around my cock as she climaxed, the slapping of Ken's big balls against my own sac, and watching both Rose and my Julie sitting on the sofa together, both masturbating as they watched Nicki being fucked by the three husbands, it was too much. I ejaculated up into her rectum with a powerful spurt, followed by another, and another. As her anus clenched tightly around the base of my cock, I could feel my own warm semen running back down onto my shaft inside her. Nicki also felt the warmth filling her, and reached her own orgasm again. That was enough for Ken. He groaned as he plunged into her, pumping his load of sperm into her cunt. Marcel did not come. Instead, as Ken withdrew from Nicki's gaping pussy, he pushed his own cock into her and began to fuck his wife furiously. Nicki reached her climax for the third time as Marcel ejaculated moments later.

After Marcel was finished with her, I rolled Nicki over onto her side, with my cock still inside her, and we lay together in the spoon position for a few minutes, before I gently withdrew from her. As I did, she said dreamily "Thank you darling, I knew you had a beautiful penis. Just the right size for what I wanted."

The game was ended. We were all exhausted, and it was almost two thirty in the morning. Julie asked everyone to stay overnight, so after coffee and a final nightcap, Marcel and Nicki took the guest room, while Ken and Rose opted for the rug in the games room and a few spare blankets. I took my Julie to our bed, where we kissed, and cuddled, talked about how incredible the night had been, and loved each other. We didn't make love - I just couldn't get it up again!

When I awoke the next morning, I showered, threw on some shorts, and went down to make coffee as Julie was already up. I must have woken later that the others, because they were all awake, out on the patio enjoying the morning sun. I sat and enjoyed the brew, and the view of each of the beautiful women I had fucked last night. I couldn't quite believe it had happened. As Julie walked past, she stooped down to give me a morning kiss, mouthed, "I love you" and went to sit with Ken and Rose. As she did, a look passed between the two women, Julie nodded, and Rose came over to sit beside me. She held my hand as she said, "Rex, Ken and I had a discussion last night after, you know, and he has given me permission to take a lover. Would you...?"

" My darling Rose, I would be honoured to do so, but only if Julie agrees, and first Ken must ask her permission."

Rose replied, "He has, and she does."

We looked over at Ken and Julie, who were both nodding with smiles on their faces. "I think I've been set up, and I have a feeling that they may have made their own arrangements as well," I said.

"Well, I was supposed to ask you that as my next question, actually. Would you mind if Ken and Julie got together from time to time?" I nodded my agreement. Across the patio, Ken and Julie embraced and kissed. Rose turned to me, and we kissed, softly and passionately.

I went in to make more coffee, and found Marcel and Nicki embracing. "Sorry" I said, and then realized how silly that sounded. It was my house, I had enjoyed anal sex with this woman, and had this man's balls in my face last night, and I was worried about intruding! They both laughed.

"Please join us, Rex. We were just talking about you. Nicki has asked me for permission to fuck you again. Apparently she likes your penis, though I don't know why, as mine is much bigger."

I grinned at Nicki, "It depends what you do with it. Anyway, Marcel, you will have to ask permission from Julie for me to fuck Nicki."

Marcel raised his eyebrows, and said, "Certainly, I will do so. But Rex, when I do, is it possible that Julie and I..." I nodded my permission "Just go and ask Julie." I finally got my second cup of coffee.

As I wandered back out onto the patio, the hugging and kissing between various couples obviously meant that arrangements had been satisfactorily concluded between all consenting couples. I loved my friends, and had loved them all last night, especially the ladies. But these new sexual relationships were fragile, and would need cherishing. I knew I would have to manage this carefully, our new Partnership.