Lust reaches a crescendo when a fun-loving couple and a pair of classical musicians orchestrate an evening of sheer sensuality.

A knot of warmness formed deep inside me when I inserted my key in the post office box and saw the stack of letters. I glanced at the attractive businessman opening the box next to mine and wondered whether he noticed my nipples pushing against my thin, gauzy blouse. He made eye contact and smiled. I returned his smile. His eyes approvingly canned my slender body, and again l was glad I’d stayed committed to my four-times-a-week aerobics class. [ might have chatted had I not been so excited about the responses to the ad my husband, Bill, and I’d placed in a local swingers’ magazine. At the moment, all l wanted to do was hurry home and open the letters.

Bill’s career as a civil engineer requires that we move every three or four years. When we made our first move after we had started winging, I was really depressed. How would we find new friend to party with? It was Bill who discovered the solution: advertise in a swingers’ magazine. I wrote the copy: “SENSUAL COUPLE NEW TO AREA. LOOKING TO MEET NEW PLAYMATES. ALL LETTERS ANSWERED.”

With the ad, we sent pictures of ourselves dressed in swimsuits. What a success! Our ad had been in the magazine for only a week, and already we had a dozen or so replies.

That evening, after a romantic dinner and a bottle of premium Chardonnay, I divided the letters into two piles for Bill and me to open. The twosomes whose careers and leisure activities mirrored ours would be the first ones we’d call.

“Water-skiing?” Bill asked whimsically, knowing that I avoid the sun because of my red hair and sensitive skin.

“Let’s meet them in the winter,” I replied.

“Classical music?” I returned his teasing. While I enjoy concerts, Bill often dozes in his seat beside me. Bill shook his head.

As I put the letter back in the envelope, I noticed that the couple had enclosed nude pictures of themselves. The guy was lanky, with a dark mustache ¾ and a large, erect cock. The girl was a real beauty, with shoulder-length blonde hair, perky, small breasts that jutted straight out and light-blonde pubic hair. “Want to reconsider?” I handed Bill the picture.

He grinned the same infectious grin that had made me fall in love with him. “Maybe I could acquire a taste for classical music.”

Within a few minutes we were chatting over the phone with Edward, who conducted the local community orchestra, and Alice, who played. the first violin. Edward invited us to meet them for a drink Sunday evening after their concert. We enthusiastically accepted.

We left a message on the answering machine of another couple, Doug and Cindy, who wrote that they liked to dance and travel.

After putting the remaining letters away for a later time, Bill eased himself behind me and kissed the nape of my neck. His hand flicked open the buttons at the back of my blouse. In seconds we were tearing at each other’s clothes. Dropping to my knees, I took his cock in my mouth, and in moments he was clamoring to mount me in the pile of disheveled clothes.

Sunday finally arrived, and Bill did not doze through Edward’s and Alice’s concert. Just watching the two of them onstage and knowing that in a few hours we might be enjoying sex together made my pussy all gooey.

Afterward we met Alice and Edward, who were still dressed in their formal concert black, at a wine-and-cheese shop. Alice was prettier than her picture, a soft, delicate beauty. She and Bill sat together on one side of the booth opposite Edward and me. Her eyes sparkled when she teased Bill about his ignorance of classical music, but I could tell by the way she snuggled close to him that she found him attractive.

Edward’s gentle yet masculine voice and sensual touch on my bare arm made me guess that he would be a slow, easy lover-the kind of sex partner who could in a leisurely way drive me to a frenzy. Bill and I did not have to wait long to explore the chemistry between us and our newfound friends. Before we finished our first glass of wine, Edward suggested that we adjourn to their hot tub.

Twenty minutes later, the gate to their town-house courtyard closed behind us. As we stepped into the twilight darkness of their shaded yard, Alice, nymphlike, stepped out of her floor-length black orchestra gown. She unhooked the front of her black bra, exposing youthful breasts with large, rose-colored nipples, and stepped up on the hot-tub platform. “Who’s going to join me?” she asked. My husband was out of his clothes in seconds.

Edward grabbed my hand and led me toward the patio door. “Let’s open some champagne,’’ he suggested. I glanced longingly at the hot tub. Alice, already in the water, stopped Bill before he slid all the way into the pool. As he sat above her on the edge of the deck, I could see her part his legs and move her slim body between them. Her mouth encircled his engorged cock and glided down his shaft. Bill cupped her face in his hands and guided her head up and down. Then her long blonde hair fell forward and hid them from my view.

A feeling of weakness sped through my body as I watched Alice make love to my husband. More than anything else, I wanted to be fucked. Right then! Not after a glass of champagne. With a great deal of reluctance, I followed Edward into the house.

I did not have to wait long, though, before my wish was fulfilled. As I reached behind me to close the patio door, Edward took me in his arms and kissed me. While his lips pressed tightly against mine, he deftly unbuttoned the front of my blouse and undid the clasp of my sheer

bra. His touch on my breasts, the roughness of his mustache on my face, the light

scent of his cologne bombarded my senses. My body blended into his.

His cock hardened in his pants and pressed against my thigh. I reached for his belt, but he pulled my hand away. ’’Company always comes first,’’ he said sternly and guided me toward the plush sofa near the door. He slipped off my skirt, and then I felt him peeling my moist panties away from my supersensitive labia.

Still in his tux, Edward kissed my mouth while his hand massaged my breasts. I pressed my hungry mound against his leg, hoping to encourage him. I’d had enough foreplay. Ignoring my signal, he continued his slow ministrations to my body. His lips moved from my mouth to my right breast, and his hand gravitated toward my pussy. His fingers explored the wetness there and then vigorously rubbed my hardened clitoris.

My patience exhausted, I begged him to fuck me. “Not yet,” he whispered, and his hands grasped my thighs and spread my legs apart as he lowered his face to my red bush.

My body ached for release. He thrust his fingers deep inside me. While he sucked my pulsating clit, his tongue assaulted my magic button. I could not hold back the orgasm that swelled deep inside me.

Ripples of pleasure shot through my body, and I cried out. Edward slowed his sucking motion, but his tongue continued to stroke my tender clitoris. Unable to bear the pleasurable sensation, I pulled away from him. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed his mouth, licking my own juices from his lips. They tasted divine.

“Is it time for champagne?” a familiar voice asked. I looked up. Bill and Alice, their bodies glistening wet, stood at the sliding patio door. I smiled and nodded. I hoped they’d been watching, and they had been.

He noticed my glance at his cock.  “Alice believes in letting company come first.” He smiled. I laughed.

“Join us.” Alice motioned Edward and me outside. Edward quickly undressed and popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. Within minutes the four of us were in the hot tub, toasting the wonderful swinging magazine that had brought us together.

As Edward refilled our champagne glasses, Alice, standing next to me in the hot tub, gave me a soft do-you-mind? type of kiss on my lips. Eagerly I returned her kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, my hand caressing one firm breast. I’d hoped that Bill would not be the only one to enjoy Alice. Her exquisite beauty was a real turn-on for me. Bill’s and Edward’s arms surrounded Alice and me as we played with each other’s body and kissed. Edward rubbed his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. I reached around Alice and touched my husband’s cock, which was equally stiff.

Again I was aroused. The feel of Edward’s cock against my buttocks, my hand touching my husband’s erection behind Alice and Alice’s warm body rubbing against mine ¾ it was all so wonderful. I gave Alice a hug and whispered, “I want to eat you.” Edward, overhearing, whispered to me, “And I want to fuck you.”

Without further discussion, Edward lifted himself out of the pool and then helped Alice out. Bill and I followed. Quickly Edward spread a couple of futons on the wooden deck while I took Alice in my arms. Together, bodies entwined, we tumbled onto the futon. Her musky perfume intoxicated me. Her coarse blonde hair cascaded around my body as she sucked on my breasts. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet, pungent scent and texture.

I raised her lips to mine and kissed her while my hand explored the secret folds between her legs; her cunt was moist and warm. She responded to my touch by moving her hips and raising her pussy to meet my hand. “Please,” she whispered throatily.

She did not have to say more. I buried my face in her fuzzy blonde pussy and lapped up the nectar coating the lips. My tongue caressed her stiff clit. She moaned softly. Edward knelt behind me and lifted my hips, bringing me to my knees. I continued to suck on his wife’s rigid nubbin while he pressed his cock against my pussy and slowly entered me. I squirmed, wanting more of him, and quickly. He responded by grasping my ass tightly and shoving his shaft deep inside me.

Between moans, Alice opened her arms and gestured for Bill to join us. He straddled her face and lowered his cock into her mouth.

Our four bodies were  in chorus. Alice grasped Bill’s hips and rocked him back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. I reached up and touched his balls while Alice’s body undulated under my tongue. My cunt muscles grabbed Edward’s cock with every thrust. The sounds of sex engulfed me: the slapping of Edward’s balls, Alice’s sucking noises, Bill’s guttural groan.

Bill came first. As his body quivered, he pulled his cock from Alice’s mouth and sprayed semen over her face and breasts. She eagerly licked her lips and rubbed the come over her body. I intensified the pressure of my mouth on her climax button. Her body became taut, then shook fiercely as her orgasm erupted. Finally she bucked and pulled away from us. Bill held her in his arms, and she whimpered as she recovered from the convulsive explosion.

Edward turned me onto my back, raised my legs high on his shoulders and pushed his thick cock deep inside me. Faster. Faster. His pelvic bone beat against my engorged clit. My hips rose to meet his thrusts. My entire being was lost in the sensations of sex.

My muscles tensed. Now my every cell demanded that my passion culminate in release.  Edward, delaying his own gratification, sustained his ardent rhythm. My body became hot and blotched my breathing heavy. My cunt was so wet I was certain he could not feel anything.

Still he continued to ravish me. Then my orgasm erupted full-force ¾ like a tornado touching ground. I cried out. My cry triggered Edward’s own climax. His body quivered and his warm load filled my pussy.

Sweaty, hot, our bodies coated with the wetness and smell of sex, the four of us took turns holding and touching each other.

Bill and I stayed with Edward and Alice for a few more hours. We laughed, joked, drank champagne and shared some of our sexual histories. We did not fuck again. Thank goodness! For once, I didn’t think I could come again. At least not for a day or two.

At dawn, Bill and I returned to our new house. When we entered the bedroom, the message light on the answering machine was blinking frantically. Bill played the message. “Hello,” an energetic female voice said. “This is Cindy. Doug and I are pleased that you called in response to our letter. What’s your schedule for next weekend? Give us a call.”