We were all nervous, no doubt about it. As we sat around the card table, fidgeting restlessly, I could feel my heart pounding. My palms were sweaty. My throat was dry. The tension was palpable.

The cause of all this was Lilith, my loving wife of nearly eight years, who suddenly had control not only of the next few moments but of the rest of the night — and perhaps our entire lifestyle. I glanced to my right and saw her, as radiant as ever, with her frosted blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and full, sensuous mouth. But it wasn’t her nearly flawless face that captured my attention; it was the fact that she was seated at the table in her bra and panties.

Sex with my wife was great, but I felt frustrated from time to time by the sameness and longed for the variety that could come only with the feel of a new body. And Lilith knew how I felt. I surely hadn’t kept it a secret, trying as I had to convince her to open our marriage, to try swinging, to introduce a third party into our lovemaking. I wanted us to expand our sexual horizons and share the excitement together. Lilith was reluctant to break the mold. Now, tonight, she sat there, apparently deciding whether to explore the promise of this evening or return us to the normalcy that had always prevented nights like this from occurring in the past.

Bob coughed. His eager anticipation was evident in the rigid manner he had assumed. Connie, his wife of six years, was squirming in her chair. She wore the same articles of clothing as Lilith, although her cotton undergarments revealed less of her well-proportioned body than did the minuscule lingerie favored by the focus of our attention.

Connie and Lilith worked in the same department of a large public relations firm and had been close friends for several years. Bob and I had become acquainted through our wives and shared similar interests in sports. As couples, the four of us, all in our early thirties, hit it off very well and had even enjoyed one another’s company on vacations the past few years. But we had never shared an experience like the one we were going through now.

It was Bob who, near the end of the evening, had suggested a game of strip poker, saying something about consenting adults as he started shuffling the cards. Connie’s coy giggling was answered by her husband’s “We can stop whenever anyone’s uncomfortable,” and we were suddenly under way. Shoes and socks went fairly quickly and evenly, and we laughed our way through the uneventful phase of the game.

I was the first one to doff his shirt, with Connie’s cards dictating that she would be next. It seemed that the game would end there, as the petite brunette said, “I think it’s over for me.” But gentle prodding from her husband and the reminder that there was little difference between a swimsuit and her underwear had Connie suddenly pulling her sweater over her head as if she would change her mind if she thought about it. Minutes later, as Lilith unbuttoned her blouse, I saw that Bob was obviously as interested in my wife as I had been in watching his remove her outer garments. It was getting hot in the room.

Pants gave way more readily than had shirts, though, amazingly, the losses continued fairly equal all around. While Lilith’s legs are fantastic, shapely and shaved daily, Connie’s are stockier, and a dark, soft coating of hair climbed to the damp crotch of her cotton panties.

It was obviously a breaking point. Suddenly show-and-tell was something more than an innocent adult game, and the laughter was gone. Tension marked our faces as we stared at our respective cards as they were dealt. It seemed terribly appropriate, at least to me, that Lilith’s hand consisted only of a low pair. No one seemed to know where to direct his eyes. Connie seemed more relieved than anything, while Bob’s heavy breathing clearly reflected his excitement. I couldn’t have had a larger erection if my favorite porn star had been on her knees in front of me, about to fulfill my every fantasy.

Lilith stared at her cards. Gradually she moved her hands to the clasp in the front of her bra. In a voice so low you almost couldn’t hear her, she inquired, “It’s what you want, isn’t it?” I nodded, and suddenly three pairs of eyes were staring at Lilith’s bare breasts. They’re small but beautifully shaped. They slope gracefully from her broad shoulders, and the contrast between her bare breasts and the tanned expanse above them was startling. Resting in the center of each globe is a perfectly symmetrical nipple, with dark areolas extending outward to frame the focus of our collective vision. Bob’s gasp could have been in relief of the tension that dominated, or an acknowledgment that he was truly sharing a treasure.

Before I could check on Connie’s reaction, a seemingly unabashed Lilith was announcing her turn to deal and spreading the cards before us. A fool hardy gamble for an inside straight found me the loser, and I reached for the waistband of my briefs, welcoming the privacy of the tabletop. Suddenly Connie, who had been quiet throughout, said, “Oh, no. Stand up. You have to stand up.” I thought she was a little tipsy, but when the others joined in, I rose, slipped my shorts down and watched my throbbing erection point straight to the ceiling.

There was no stopping us now. Connie was the next loser, and if earlier she might have hesitated earlier, that wasn’t the case now. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, and breasts far too big for her small frame spilled into view. The nipples were light pink, so delicate that they almost weren’t there.

With both my wife and me naked, I’m not sure why we continued, but we did, and again Lilith was the loser. “I’m afraid you’re out of luck,” she announced to the rest of us. “I’m already busted.”

Connie’s voice was suddenly authoritarian. “Suck Bob’s cock.” Lilith turned in surprise to stare at her friend, who repeated her demand with pursed lips and steely eyes. If there was some hesitation on Lilith’s part, there wasn’t on Bob’s. He pushed his chair back, removed his shorts and spread his legs. Lilith dropped to her knees, pressed her breasts against Bob’s thighs and began to lick the throbbing erection presented to her.

As I watched, enthralled, Lilith’s tongue finished its swirling activity, and she gradually lowered her mouth over our friend’s cock. She can deep-throat with the best of them and soon had his entire length in her mouth. And then she was sucking, her head bobbing up and down in Bob’s lap. It was more exciting than I could have imagined. To watch your wife, the woman you love, function as an obsessed sexual being is incredible.

With a groan, Bob came, pumping come into Lilith’s mouth. With my own erection at the breaking point, I turned to Connie, who seemed transfixed as she viewed her husband’s release. Helping her from her chair, I also helped her out of her panties. We found a spot on the plush rug. The trail of hair up her legs hadn’t really prepared me for the growth I now encountered. What contrasts these women were their coloring, their breasts and the texture and abundance of the hair covering their soggy cunts.

As I became aware of Lilith and Bob settling next to us, their tongues intertwined in a duel of fervid kisses and their hands exploring each other’s body, I spread Connie’s lips wide and began eating her. The heady smell of her pussy was almost intoxicating, and I happily began lapping with long strokes. Her hands forced my head deep into her, and those strong legs squeezed my face almost to the point of suffocation. I was truly ecstatic. And so was Connie. Her grinding hips thrust up at me as I now concentrated on her clit, licking, nibbling, caressing with tongue and teeth.

I inserted two fingers in her soupy vagina, and the moans of pleasure that ensued only served to encourage me. Connie was shaking as if her body were totally out of control. I licked harder, longer, and her moans became a wail. Her back arched off the floor, hung suspended in the air with my head a willing captive between her thighs, then crashed to the floor in a series of spasmodic shudders.

We lay in that position till she released me. I gradually rose and detached myself from my satisfied partner, aware of my own need for satisfaction. I looked around and saw Lilith on her elbows and knees with Bob crouched behind her, pumping his newly engorged cock deep into her cunt. My wife was pinching her nipples and crying out. The expression on her face was beyond description. She was surely at her most vulnerable, as wide open as possible and loving every second of it.

Connie was smiling at me as I turned and placed my hips above hers. The brunette’s hairy hole swallowed my cock, and our bodies began to rock in unison. Her breasts began to roll about, providing visual stimulation second only to my view of Lilith getting it doggy-style. Now Connie started talking to me as I crouched over her, driving deeper and deeper into the drenched hole that was clenching my surging cock. “Fuck me, Dave. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt!”

I didn’t need the encouragement. I began to come as my new, exciting partner grabbed her breasts and squeezed them until white and red impressions appeared. Suddenly Connie was screaming that she was coming, and then I heard that wonderfully familiar low moan Lilith emits as she reaches a climax. With both women reaching orgasm, I exploded, showering Connie’s warm, wet insides with semen. Bob must have come too, for the room was suddenly quiet, with four exhausted bodies lying with their unfamiliar partners.

Gradually arms and legs released their holds, and we each somehow climbed into the welcoming arms of our mates. I held Lilith warmly, comfortably, and then we kissed, a long, lingering kiss that reaffirmed the incredible closeness we have always felt. As our lips parted, we smiled at one another and simultaneously said, “Thank you” before falling into another deep, probing kiss.