As with my previous post, this is a long story and it takes a bit of time to get going. Now, I don't claim that I remember exactly every word spoken by everyone (or a few other details) but it's at the very least a fair representation. As with last time, some names have been changed to protect the innocent (and not so innocent). A while back I wrote about the time, back in the Summer, when I watched from under a table whilst my work colleagues Jill and Kim and their husbands had a sex session after a barbecue at Jill’s house. Although neither of them knew I was there, my normal working relationship with them changed a bit. I never let on to either of them about my presence that evening, it would not have been a good idea by any stretch of the imagination, but I couldn’t look at either of the girls without imagining her naked. About three weeks after that evening, I bumped into Jill and her husband Nev in a department store in Liverpool city centre. Jill went to pay for the top she’d bought and left Nev and myself together. Nev (and Kim’s husband Mark) had known I was there and had hidden me away. I’d fallen asleep in their garden after a few beers and has wandered in just as Nev and Mark had been ready to put their plans to swap partners into action. As I mentioned in my previous post, Kim is about 5’ 4” (just slightly shorter than myself), a size 10, shoulder length brown hair with highlights, nice legs and bum and smallish but perky tits. Jill is four years older than her, same height, very slim, very small tits and long blonde hair; Kim has a very cheery and upbeat personality, whereas Jill has a bit of a humourless and sarcastic side to her at times. Nev admitted that, the following morning, Jill had been quite upset by what had happened; which I could believe, as she was usually quite straight-laced by nature. It had taken Nev a couple of days to reassure her that he still loved her as much as he’d always done and that there hadn’t been anything wrong with what had happened. Jill wasn’t totally convinced, Nev admitted, and that the chances of anything like that happening again was remote to say the least. In mid-October our team at work had a birthday celebration for one of our members at a restaurant in the city centre. As usual, Jill left almost as soon as the meal was over but Kim stayed on and had a few drinks as we moved on to a bit of a pub crawl. At ten o’clock, Mark turned up to drive her back home and was persuaded to stay for one drink. As ever, after she’d had a couple of drinks, Kim was a bit giggly and less inhibited than she normally was. At this point the other team members had headed for home and it was just the three of us. The minute that I returned from the bar with our drinks, Kim needed the Ladies and so off she went. Mark told me that Kim had suffered none of Jill’s remorse over what happened and she’d been “super horny” for a week or so afterwards. He’d spoke to Nev about the same time that I had and he’d said much the same to Mark as he’d said to me. Both guys had enjoyed the experience and, like Nev had, Mark admitted that the fact I was watching them had been a little extra spice. He reddened a touch and dropped his voice to a near whisper as he told me that, a couple of weeks back, when he and Kim had been having sex, he’d told Kim that I’d been watching back in August. As my jaw dropped, he explained that the two of them had been indulging on a bit of fantasy talk to spice things up and, when she’d mentioned about being watched whilst having sex he’d just kind of blurted it out. He added that he’d told her that I’d had too much to drink in the afternoon and had wandered indoors and fallen asleep under the table; which sounded plausible enough. He said that I’d woken up when they’d swapped partners and that Nev and Mark had both seen me but didn’t want to say anything as it would have ended the fun. I’d lain there and watched – which was true – then emerged from hiding after he and Kim had left and Jill had gone upstairs. According to Mark, it had turned Kim on a bit. Mark added that, since they’d returned, Kim had been talking about finding another couple, which he was more than happy with. At that point Kim returned and we changed the subject. As we left, before they headed one way and I headed another, I shook hands with Mark and went to give Kim the usual kiss on the cheek; but she gave me a hug and kissed me on the lips instead; down to the amount of booze she’d put down her neck that evening, I reckoned, although I did wonder if it was due to the fact that she knew about my voyeurism back in August but said nothing about it. Last Friday was Kim’s 50th birthday and she’d invited myself and some of our workmates and the spouses of those who had them, to a meal in a Chinese restaurant near to where she lives, in the south end of the city. So, after work, about half a dozen of us took the train from Liverpool Central to the nearest station to the place (which was about ten minutes’ walk away) where Mark and Nev were waiting. We had a very good meal, in a fun atmosphere – we tend to all get along together and there’s a certain amount of joking and banter goes on normally - and the restaurant had been nice enough to give us a free bottle of Prosecco to toast Kim’s health with. By the time we’d paid the bill it was ten to nine and those who didn’t live in that part of the city began to make for home, much to Kim’s dismay; she wanted to carry on the party, obviously enjoying herself. “Oh, come on!” she appealed, “it’s only early, Come back to ours, we’ve got a load of drink in.” As appealing as that thought was, nobody seemed over-eager to take the offer up. “We’ll come back, Kim.” Jill informed her, although she didn’t look that enthusiastic to do so and I got the feeling that she was just saying it to prevent Kim’s feelings being hurt. “You’ll come back as well, won’t you, Ian?” Nev said to me, in a persuasive tone. I nodded; I was having a good time and didn’t feel like going home just yet and, the prospect of free booze meaning I could take a mini-cab home, it was a bit of a no-brainer. Nobody else was interested and, after saying our goodbyes, the five of us took a taxi back to Kim and Mark’s place, a couple of miles south. Like Jill and Nev’s house, it was a three-bedroomed semi-detached place in a quiet street in a fairly affluent district. Like Jill and Nev’s place there was a spacious Living Room with a through archway leading to the Dining Room and from there to the Kitchen. Although they had two kids, neither were there; their 19 year old son being at Sheffield University and Mark told us that their 12 year-old daughter was at a sleep-over at her friend’s house. We removed our coats and handed them to Mark to hang up whilst Kim asked what we all wanted to drink. Jill asked for a medium white wine whilst Nev and I both asked for a beer and Kim nipped off to the Kitchen to get them, with Jill following to give her a hand. Nev and I has a look around the room and, as we saw the dining table, we both began to chuckle. “Think you could get under that?” Nev asked. “It’s smaller than ours.” “I think I’d not go unnoticed this time.” I replied. “I take it that Jill’s still not changed her mind about what went on.” “She’s mellowed a bit.” Nev replied. “She’s a little more adventurous than she used to be in bed. She’s even sucked my prick a couple of times; Not to completion, like,” he hastened to add, “but she’ll do it for a couple of minutes as part of the foreplay.” “Better than nothing.” I reasoned. “And do you go down on her, if you don’t mind me asking?” “No.” he replied, with a shake of his head. “I’ve never been able to do that sort of thing. Jill doesn’t ask me to, so I’m happy to leave it like that. I don’t think she’d be up for anything like what happened at ours for a good while though.” Mark came back in, having hung the coats up and Nev repeated his comment about the table. “Pity Jill’s not up for it.” Mark said. “It’s not often we get the house to ourselves.” “Don’t!” Nev begged, a pained expression on his face. “I was telling Nev earlier,” Mark said to me, “we went on one of them on-line adult dating places a month back, looking for another couple.” I recalled Nev saying they were thinking about looking for another couple and reminded him of it. Nev nodded and told me that they’d been in contact with a couple of their own age group who lived up by Aintree racecourse. Mark told us that the other couple were not experienced swingers but were curious more than anything – looking to liven up their sex lives. Jill and Kim came back in with the drinks, ignoring Mark’s joking enquiry as to what had taken them so long. The drinks were handed over and we took a mouthful or two of whatever drink we had. Jill, Nev and myself sat down on the couch whilst Mark sat in the armchair nearest the gas fire and Kim sat in the one almost opposite and we chatted away, mostly about the meal and the restaurant. After a few minutes Kim jokingly accused Mark of trying to look down the top of one of our female colleagues who was sitting next to him and who had been wearing a particularly low cut top. Mark denied it but blushed guiltily causing us all to laugh. “Marian always seems to wear stuff like that.” Kim said. “Then she wonders why the lads all stare at her chest.” “You can talk!” Mark laughed, nodding to his wife who was sitting, as was normal for her, with her legs apart. “Does she sit like that in your office?” he asked me. “I’ll bet you know what colour knickers she’s got on by a quarter-past nine every day.” That wasn’t the case, although Kim’s way of sitting did give me the very occasional glimpse of her inner thigh whenever she wore a short dress or skirt. “I never look.” I lied and went as red as Mark had before. “Not something they encourage, looking up skirts.” I’d always wondered if Kim actually knew that the way she sat gave anybody sitting next to her or opposite her a teasing glimpse. Almost instinctively I looked at the hem of her dress; but was only able to see an inch or two above her knees. Kim giggled and pulled the hem of her dress up a few inches to reveal some thigh, at which Nev, Mark and I gave a good-natured cheer. At that point I excused myself, as I needed to empty my bladder. Kim gave me directions to the bathroom and I thanked her, found the place and relieved myself. Washing my hands, I felt a stab of sympathy for Nev as Kim was starting to get into a bit of a playful mood and I figured that she’d be up for a bit of fun but Jill didn’t look as though she was. Still, I reflected, Mark would get the benefit after we’d all gone home. I returned to the Living Room and, judging by the look on Jill’s face, it didn’t look as though Nev was going to be as lucky when they went home; she looked pissed off about something and both Nev and Mark looked slightly embarrassed. I wondered if one of them had made a suggestion about another swap session and she’d told them where to go. Kim came in from the Kitchen carrying her birthday present from her sister, a bottle of Absolut vodka, flavoured with mandarin orange. At least her mood hadn’t changed, I noticed; she was still in a happy mood. “Come on,” she said, “let’s do some shots.” It seemed to be a popular idea and Mark fetched some shot glasses from the wall unit. The bottle was opened, five shot glasses were filled and, after a quick toast to Kim’s birthday, knocked back. “Have you got a pack of cards?” Nev asked. “If you have, I know a drinking game!” Now, I will confess that I’m not lover of drinking games, but the other four seemed keen enough. Mark rummaged in a drawer of the wall unit and, after a couple of seconds, produced a pack of cards, which he handed over to Nev, who opened them and began to shuffle them. “OK, get around the coffee table.” he instructed, as the two girls sat on the couch and Mark and I sat on the floor opposite them, with Nev sitting himself down next to Mark. “I deal everybody a card and if you get an ace, you have to take a shot or do a forfeit.” “What kind of forfeit?” Jill asked. “We’ll decide when it happens.” Nev replied I was a little surprised when the other three agreed but nodded my assent. Jill excused herself for the same reason I had and wobbled slightly as she walked out of the room. “She knows,” Mark whispered in my ear as Jill left, “about you watching us.” Well that would explain the pissed off look, I thought. “Sorry, Ian. I sort of mentioned it when you were upstairs.” a red-faced Kim apologised. “I told her that you’d fallen asleep there and had woken up and didn’t want to make things awkward.” I slid a sideward glance at Mark and Nev who were managing to keep their faces straight. “She’s had a couple of vodkas since, she usually mellows out after a couple of drinks.” Nev said. A minute or two later, Jill returned, still a little bit wobbly on her feet and sat back down next to Kim; she certainly seemed cheerier than she had before. Mark reminded everybody of the new rules. “So what’s the forfeit going to be?” Jill asked. “I don’t know.” Mark admitted. “Take a piece of clothing off?” Jill suggested. “Jill!!” Kim half squealed/half giggled. “It’s what they’re thinking.” Jill returned, nodding to Nev, Mark and myself. “It’s how their minds work.” “OK then.” Nev agreed, calling her bluff. “Shoes count as one item.” “And socks for you three!” Kim put in, still in a giggly mood. Nev grinned and gave the cards a good shuffling and dealt them out. Kim received the nine of diamonds, Jill received the three of spades and I had the Queen of hearts land in front to me. To a cheer, I removed my shoes. Mark received the Jack of diamonds and removed his shoes and Nev turned over the next card; the ace of clubs and took a shot. The next round saw both Jill then Kim have to remove their shoes and I had to remove my socks, then Nev had to remove his shoes. The next round saw Mark lose his socks and I took a shot; the one after that saw Jill take another shot, Mark lost his shirt and Nev his socks. Nev dealt again and Kim received the King of clubs. We all gave a semi-drunken cheer as Kim stood up and reached around to unzip her dress before hauling it over her head; Kim has a bit of a thing for purple and usually wears some item of clothing in a shade of the colour, from deep Tyrian to a pale mauve and her dress that evening had been an aubergine colour. Now clad from shoulder to knee in a lilac shift she sat back down and Nev dealt the next card to Jill – the three of hearts. I received the next court card, the Jack of diamonds and removed my shirt to a cheer and a couple of sarcastic wolf-whistles. Mark was the next to lose his T shirt, on the last court card in the pack. Nev shuffled the cards and off we went again. By the time we’d gone through the pack, Jill had taken two more shots, I’d taken one and Kim the last one. We were also down to our underwear and Kim had lost her bra on the last court card. I had an erection, which had intensified when Kim had taken off her bra and I was sure that Mark and Nev were just as excited as I was and wondering how far this was going to go. The girls were both in a giggly mood although that was influenced by the number of shots they’d had. Nev shuffled the pack again and dealt out the next round of cards. Mark received the first court card, rose to his feet and slipped down his boxers to reveal a stiff prick. Jill turned to her husband. “So, is he out now that he’s lost all his clothes?” she asked. “No.” Nev informed her. “He has to do another forfeit if he gets a court card.” “Like what?” Jill wanted to know. “Whatever Kim tells him to do.” Nev explained. Jill was the next to receive a court card and off came her bra, Kim was next and slipped down her knickers to display her neatly trimmed pussy to us all. “Now, if she gets another court card Kim has to do whatever Mark tells her.” Nev told Jill. “I wonder what that might be.” Kim giggled and Mark raised his eyebrows and grinned. I received the next ace and took a shot, wishing that it would be the last one I’d have to take. Jill received the next court card and, after making a mock accusation to her husband of fixing the cards, took off her knickers gave us all a flash of her own trimmed pussy and sat back down. The very next card was the Queen of spades and Kim looked over to her husband. “You have to give Nev a snog.” he decided and Kim leant over and put her arms around Nev’s neck; he wound his own arms around her and they locked lips. They were both obviously enjoying it and after thirty seconds or so, they, somewhat reluctantly, parted, with Nev giving Kim’s left breast a little squeeze. “Now you snog Jill!” an excited Kim informed her husband. “I haven’t received a card.” Mark pointed out. “Oh, never mind about all that.” Kim replied. “Go on, Jilly, you said you liked it last time he kissed you.” she enthused. With a little shrug, Jill leant over to Mark, who didn’t need asking twice and the two entwined in a long, slow kiss. Kim looked to Nev who got to his feet, a slightly embarrassed look on his face and informed Kim that he needed to use the bathroom. He almost sprinted out of the room and Kim slid off the couch and semi-crawled over to where I was sitting, half-watching Jill and Mark. “Come on, Ian, don’t be shy,” she said, as though inviting me to join in a dance or a game of charades, “don’t you want to want to join in?” A bit of a silly question, I thought. Like she had done with Nev, Kim placed her arms around my shoulders and I responded by pulling her to me and kissing her. Almost immediately, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I pushed mine into hers, my right hand sliding down her body to caress her left buttock. Both Kim and Jill kept themselves in shape, Jill by jogging and Kim by playing tennis; there wasn’t an inch of fat on either of them and both could have passed for at least ten years younger than their actual ages, Kim had a wonderfully firm bum and seemed to like my caressing. She pulled back and began to tug at the waist-band of my boxer shorts. I raised my body a touch to ease her task of removing them. Once that had been down she kissed me again and her right hand reached for my prick. Her thumb rubbed against the tip and I thought I was going to climax there and then. I willed myself not to and reached out with my left hand for her right breast and gave it a little squeeze. Kim began to run her fingernails slowly up and down my stiff prick and gave my balls a little tickle on the downward stroke. “Isn’t this nicer than watching, eh?” she whispered in my ear and I had to agree with her, “I got really wet when Mark told me you’d been watching us. Poor old Ian,” she continued, “you couldn’t even play with yourself in case we saw you. I wouldn’t have minded, Jill would have had a fit, but I’d have been ok with it. Did you like what you saw?” she teased. “I did.” I confessed. “Good.” she smiled and started to rub my prick a little bit quicker. “Every time Mark fucks me now, I imagine that you’re watching us.” she added and kissed me again. Over her shoulder, I could see Mark with a finger inserted into Jill’s pussy as she tugged vigorously at his prick, both of them still kissing. I brought my right hand around and began to stroke Jill’s pussy; she was already wet so I pushed my index finger inside her and she increased her rubbing of my prick; I managed to slip another finger into her and she gave a little grunt of pleasure. New returned to the room, saw what was going on and sat himself down in one of the armchairs and began to slowly wank himself. Across from us, Mark had rolled Jill onto her left side and guided his cock into her waiting pussy, making me stiffen even more; something I would not have believed possible before. Jill leant back into me and whispered, “Do you want me to suck your cock?” Like I was ever going to say “no” to that! I nodded and lay back on the floor. Kim snatched a cushion from the couch and gave it to me to rest my head on. Pushing her hair back, Kim knelt by my side and took hold of my prick. She bent her head forward and I felt the tip of her tongue flick across the tip of my prick, I gave a shudder of joy and reached out with my left hand and felt her right leg almost level with my left shoulder. “Kim,” I called, “get yourself across me, I’ll lick your pussy.” Kim did so and after slightly repositioning herself, lowered her body down. My own tongue darted out and met her labia, causing her to give a similar shudder to the one I’d given. I recalled Nev saying, back in August, that Kim gave fantastic blow-jobs and he was right! She had a wonderful way of using her tongue on, and just under, the glans and seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of when to take more of the shaft into her mouth (not that she had much to take in in my case, unfortunately!). As I was being licked and sucked into seventh heaven, I reciprocated by licking and sucking at Kim’s pussy, trying to probe as far as I could with my tongue, parting her labia with my thumbs and managing to rub her clit with my right index finger. It seemed to do the trick as she gave a shudder and orgasmed. I just about managed to stop myself cumming (and almost herniated myself into the bargain) and Kim pulled her mouth away from my prick. I kissed her bum (something I can never resist doing when I have sex), causing her to laugh, turn her body around and kiss me again. “That was brilliant!” she sighed. “He won’t do that to me!” she added, nodding to Mark, who had now returned to fingering Jill, whilst she played with his prick. “Too right I won’t.” Mark replied. “I can’t see how any bloke could do that.” “I just couldn’t.” Nev agreed and I could see an annoyed look cross Jill’s face. Well, their loss I figured. Mark whispered to Jill and stood up. “Can’t hold out any longer.” he grinned and left the room. Nev walked over to Kim a grin on his face and an expectant look in his eyes. Kim smiled back at him. “Is it OK if I borrow your husband for a while, Jill?” she asked. “Well, I did borrow yours, so be my guest.” Jill replied and turned to me. “Come on then, you,” she said. “let’s see if you can do more than watch.” Jill and myself have, in the time we’ve worked together, developed a bit of banter between us, joking about and acting at times as though we were, as another colleague said, like we’re an old married couple. We generally get on very well - although we’d never been in a situation like this before and we were both feeling a little bit nervous about it yet, in my case anyway, quite excited about it. I walked over to where Jill was standing and, perhaps emboldened by the sight of her husband kissing Kim, she moved forward and kissed me. This was new territory for me as the few times I’d kissed her had been a quick peck on the cheek at the rare nights out she’d attended. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and I pushed mine into hers, moving my hands down to her bum. Jill pushed her crotch up against mine and any thoughts my prick might have had about softening vanished. “Right then, Peeping Tom,” Jill said when she’d broken off the kiss, “I thought you’d been paying me a bit more attention than usual over the past couple of months. Kim noticed as well and told me before about you being under our table at that barbecue. But I don’t believe that you’d fallen asleep under there, because I saw you asleep in the garden. You walked in just as those two were pulling their stroke and they had to hide you, otherwise me and Kim would have seen you and that would have ruined their plan.” she successfully deduced. “Something like that.” I admitted. “And you knew that I’d hit the roof if I’d seen you.” she continued, with a smile. “And I would have. But, it’s nice that someone else found me attractive and that you obviously do too.” Her right hand began to caress my prick, and my hands stroked her bum. She planted a couple of light kisses against my right cheek. “I’m not doing what Kim did, sucking.” she warned me. “I only do that to Nev and not… all the way. So you can forget any ideas you’ve got about that!” “Well, what about what I was doing to Kim?” I asked and she looked a touch hesitant. “OK then.” she finally replied. I steered her over to the couch and sat her down. Pushing her legs apart slightly, I knelt down in front of her and began to kiss her inner thighs, moving up to her moist, musky scented pussy. I could hear her breathing growing quicker and I ran my tongue along her labia and her thighs tensed. I pushed my head forward, burying my tongue into her snatch, trying to find her G-spot. Jill gave a little whimper and placed her hands at the back of my head. I withdrew my tongue and started licking and sucking at her clit, lapping away like it was the last strawberry in the jam pot. Jill whimpered and pushed her bum up an inch or two, her legs now over my shoulders and I slipped a finger into the lower part of her pussy rubbing at her labia whilst my tongue did overtime on her clit. I licked and rubbed away for what seemed to be an age, before she almost squealed at me to stop before she orgasmed. Rather reluctantly I did so; planting a quick kiss on her bum, which she found quite amusing. “Do that to all the girls?” she asked. “As many as I can.” I replied. Jill gave me another kiss on the lips, no tongue this time. “Sit down!” she instructed. “Let me sit on it!” I nodded and plonked my bum down on the couch, where Jill had been sitting a few seconds before. Jill straddled me and sank down on my waiting prick, her arms around my neck and my right hand supporting her back and my left clasping her bum. Jill nuzzled my neck and I returned the favour. I looked over Jill’s shoulder and was rewarded with the sight of Kim being spit-roasted, Mark having his cock sucked whilst Nev pounded into her from behind. It made me even harder and I moved my mouth to French-kiss Jill, wondering if she knew what her husband was up to and, if she did, did she care? Jill had the tightest pussy I’d ever experienced; she’d never had kids and kept herself in shape with jogging and aerobics. She rode my prick expertly – all I had to do was sit back and let her do her thing. “Suck on my nipples!” she instructed and I obeyed. Whist her tits were really small – a 28A-cup, she told me later - she had very protracted coral pink nipples, which were very sensitive. I licked and sucked, feeling them harden and grow as I did so and causing Jill to give little yelps of pleasure. Behind Jill, Mark and Nev had changed places and Kim was working her magic on a very satisfied looking Nev whilst Mark fucked his wife from behind. Kim, for her part was pushing back as hard as she could into her husband, grunting with pleasure as she did so. Jill began to increase her pace and I started to push into her myself, instead of just sitting back and enjoying it. It was growing more and more difficult to keep my growing urge to shoot my load under control. “Jill, I’m going to cum!” I whispered to her. “Cum inside me, I want to feel you shoot it right up me.” she grunted through clenched teeth, eyes screwed up as she clenched her pussy around my prick. A couple of seconds later, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I exploded into Jill’s pussy, her cervical muscles milking every last drop out of my prick and balls. With a shudder, Jill collapsed into my arms, her breath sounding like she had just completed a marathon. We huddled into one another, exchanging kisses, until my prick has softened inside her. She dismounted and flopped down next to me to watch her husband and Mark pleasuring Kim. By the look on Nev’s face he was ready to cum and informed Kim of that fact, trying to warn her and give her the chance for him to remove his prick. Kim was either not listening to him, or didn’t care, as Nev gave a groan and released his spunk into Kim’s mouth. Almost at the same time, Mark gave a groan and shot his own spunk inside Jill’s pussy. I could see Kim swallow and licked her lips; I remembered that Nev had told me that Mark had told him that Kim loved to swallow. Ten minutes later, we were all dressed and sitting around drinking coffee. I rang for a cab and was told it would be there in fifteen minutes. We all joked, nervously. about what had just happened and I got the impression that Jill, once sober again, wouldn’t be keen on it happening again; her next Confession at her parish church was going to be a belter! She and Nev left before my cab arrived and I received another hug and kiss from her; although her tongue stayed inside her own mouth this time. I also received a bit of a lingering kiss from Kim, along with a sort of joke about doing all this again some time. I had a hangover and a half the following morning and I don’t think I’ll be able to face vodka, flavoured or not, for a long time to come. On Monday, pretty much as I expected, Jill approached me in the little kitchen at work and said that, whilst she’d kind of enjoyed what happened, it was very much going to be a one-off. Kim was still quite giggly about it; especially as Jill kept blushing every time Kim looked at her. I’m not holding out too much of a hope that anything is going to happen again with either of them, but I live in hope.