My friend Pete was talking about his wife, Suzie. She was great — smart, fun and prettier than Pete deserved by his own self-effacing admission. She was also good friends with my wife, Tabitha.

But I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to him, at first. I’d worked hard all week at the restaurant where I was a line cook. It was the weekend, we were at somebody’s big outdoor barbecue, and I just wanted to enjoy the sunshine and good food. Food I hadn’t had to prepare myself.

Something Pete had said, though, finally penetrated my brain. I gave him a curious look.

“Loner? Suzie’s a loner?” I realized I didn’t know what exactly he’d been saying.

He chuckled, but I sensed something nervous in his laugh.

“Loaner,” he said, then spelled it out for me. “As in, when your car is at the shop and they give you, well, a loaner.”

I nodded slowly as I replied, “OK. But what’s that got to do with your wife, man?”

Again, the nervous laugh.

“I’m asking you, Garrett, if you want Suzie. As a kind of loaner.”

Some part of me understood immediately and completely what he was talking about, but a bigger part was sure I’d had it wrong, that stuff like this didn’t happen in the real world — at least not to me.

“And, of course,” Pete went on, “I would have a chance with Tabitha, if she wants.” He bit his lip, and I saw how deep his anxiety ran. This was something momentous he was proposing, a thing big enough that it might ruin our friendship. But he went on, “Suzie’s putting the proposal to Tabitha right now.”

Stunned, I couldn’t help looking around for my wife. I spotted her on the other side of the park’s picnic area, where the outdoor shindig was taking place. There she stood with Suzie, both women deep in conversation. I couldn’t tell how Tabitha might be responding.

Still trying to process what was going on, I blurted out, “You and Suzie are swingers?”

Pete winced, but at least I’d managed to keep my voice down. None of the other picnickers had heard me. He said, a little bashfully, “Actually, this would be the first time we’ve done anything like this.”

His confession was yet another shock, and I replied incredulously, “And you picked Tabitha and me?”

“Yes. Suzie and I have been talking about this. We’ve both known you and your wife for a while now. We like you. We thought, maybe, you’d be interested.”

I had imagined a swinger being someone brimming with confidence, orchestrating sexual setups with ease. But I supposed even the smoothest operator had to start somewhere. Apparently, Pete and Suzie had decided to start with me and Tabitha.

I soon realized I was extremely flattered. I shot another look at the women, this time ogling Suzie. She was hot, and I’d probably always been attracted to her in the abstract. But I’d never cheated on Tabitha. Even so, the thought of Suzie naked — of laying down with her, touching her and tasting her — stirred my cock.

“Well,” I heard myself saying, as if speaking with someone else’s voice, “I’ll have to talk to Tabitha, of course.”

My God! It almost sounded like I was agreeing to his crazy proposal.

Pete gave me a friendly slap on the shoulder. After that, it was just a regular weekend barbecue.

When we got home, Tabitha and I naturally exchanged notes on the extraordinary thing that had happened that day. Suzie had pitched my wife the idea in much the same way Pete had to me. Tabby and I were both still shocked.

I said, carefully, “You don’t seem, y’know, repulsed by it.”

“I’m not. Suzie made it sound like fun. I would never see somebody behind your back, honey. But what if it was with friends? If I was with Pete, and you — ”

“ — were with Suzie,” I finished, in that married couple’s way. I gazed levelly at her, and then ventured, “Are you attracted to him? I won’t get mad, I promise. I mean it.”

“Honestly, I am,” she said frankly. “I don’t want him instead of you, understand. But what if we indulged in a little variety?”

I took and released a deep breath before I admitted, “I have to tell the truth. I find Suzie very attractive. Maybe we could do this.”

We talked about it, opening a bottle of wine and kicking the idea around for hours. After we’d finally decided to go for it, we went to bed and fucked ferociously.

The next day we contacted Pete and Suzie to accept their offer and set up the particulars of our swap.

Suzie would come to our place, and Tabitha would go to theirs. When I kissed Tabby goodbye in our driveway, everything felt unreal. I went inside and waited. Suzie showed up minutes later. I let her in, and we made stilted small talk until she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

“Maybe your bedroom would be more comfortable,” she suggested.

I took her hand and led her there. Standing at the foot of the bed, we kissed again. I pulled her into my arms, and our lips parted and tongues met. It was the first time I’d kissed another woman like that since my wedding vows.

But she tasted and felt so good! I ground my mouth on hers, our tongues entwining. She pressed her body tightly against me. Her hands moved over me, and I tentatively gave her ass a squeeze. When she moaned with pleasure, I groped her harder.

Then we were pulling off our clothes. This was it! The point of no return. But I felt no real misgivings. Tabitha knew what I was up to. I needlessly reminded myself that she and Pete were no doubt doing much the same. That made it all OK somehow.

When we were both fully undressed, we tumbled onto the waiting bed. Her skin was smooth, her softness alluring. Our flesh touched, and my senses reeled. I could barely believe this was happening.

But Suzie was an erotic reality in my arms. I palmed her breasts, feeling the stiff springiness of her nipples. She kneaded my ass and ground her pussy against my upper thigh. I felt her wetness against me. My blazingly hard cock pressed into the flatness of her belly.

Pleasure and raging desire were turning me inside out. Urgency burned in me, and I had to keep reminding myself that we didn’t have to rush anything. Nobody had to worry about anyone’s spouse walking in.

But my seething passion pushed me ahead anyway, made me want to explore every bit of this lovely woman. I kissed her throat, then moved down to her tits. I feasted on her rosy nips, batting them with my tongue and grazing them with my teeth, which made Suzie squeal.

I moved lower still, until she got the idea and spread her legs for me to slip between them. Her silky thighs rubbed my shoulders as I inhaled her needy scent. Her pussy glistened before me, and without a moment’s hesitation, I reached out my tongue and had my first taste of non-wifely cunt in years.

She was ambrosia. Her flavor filled my mouth as I snaked my tongue inside her, past her slick lips. How smooth her interior was! The texture added to my growing intoxication. Pulling back, I sought out her love bud and eagerly massaged her sweet clit with my tongue. She moaned gratifyingly and rocked her hips.

I ate her harder, making her ass squirm on the bed. Her groans were rising in pitch, going almost hypersonic in a wail that marked her climax. Her juices flooded over my tongue, and I was happy to think I gave her such pleasure.

When I made to sit up she moved with me, ultimately easing me onto my back. As I lay there, she snuggled between my legs. Her hand closed around my balls, and I felt her hot breath on my cockhead seconds before her mouth descended on me. Her lips distended around my swollen knob. Her tongue swirled my crown, and I shuddered with the intensity of my pleasure.

The ring of her lips dropped down the entire length of my shaft. She treated me to some thrilling suction as she swallowed me down to where she cradled my balls. She hoovered me like a pro, and my body practically vibrated with pleasure.

My head fell back onto the mattress, and I basked in the mind-blowing sensations delivered by her cock-sucking abilities. No doubt Pete got the same treatment at home, but I sensed a hurried enthusiasm in her actions. I was someone new to her, same as she was to me. We were re-experiencing something — the freshness of sexual bliss with an unfamiliar partner. But our dalliance was without any of the guilt that infidelity would surely have brought with it.

Suzie sucked and sucked, and my head spun with sensual pleasure. But I wasn’t ready to come. I wanted to bury my cock in her pussy. When I sat up again, she lifted her mouth off me and we switched positions.

In an instant she was on her back, with her welcoming legs spread wide. Urgency possessed us both, spurring us on to the finish line.

I slipped my erection into her, and the lovely slick grasp of her made my head spin. I sank all the way in, plundering her depths. Her arms draped over my shoulders as her legs wrapped around my waist. We were locked together in our mutual pursuit of pleasure.

I stroked into her, and right from the outset, she was frantically responsive. Our skin was moist with our exertions, our flesh slick and slippery.

With every one of my downstrokes, she thrust her hips upward. We were in perfect sync. As my speed increased with my excitement, she kept pace with me. I fucked her harder and harder, our bodies smacking together loudly. I was bottoming out in her pussy every time.

Her fingers dug into me as she wailed, “I’m coming!”

She was wriggling and writhing, and I was already almost there. Her spasms set me off, and I cried out as my come unloaded into her. I jetted hard, and she moaned loudly. The joy was unbelievable, and the room seemed to spin as orgasmic pleasure washed over me.

Suzie and I spent many incredible hours together before she ultimately returned to her husband, and I welcomed Tabitha home with sweet kisses and another randy fuck.