Line dancing is, I know, a kind of punch-line social activity for some folks who find it kind of corny. But my wife and I both have busy lives, and we were looking for something fun to do that would get us out of the house together and pump the blood some.

Turned out line dancing was perfect. We didn’t mind the hokey setup—everybody standing in rows, all doing the same moves as the music played. It was a great way to mingle with people.

That was how we met Trisha and Scott. They were a married couple our age. We shared similar interests and tastes, and they were fun to have a beer with between rounds of dancing.

I’m not going to lie, though. I pretty quickly developed a bit of a crush on Trisha. She was very attractive, also smart and sweet.

Not that my wife wasn’t also those things, but I figured I was indulging in some harmless fantasizing. I felt justified when I noticed Cheryl—my wife—casting Scott a lascivious eye when she thought nobody was looking.

From there my fantasy evolved, and I imagined me and Scott sitting over a couple of brews, earnestly discussing the logistics of wife-swapping. How it would work, where each recast couple would go for their tryst, etc.

I played that scenario out in my head often enough that it was almost like a memory of something that had actually happened. But I knew I would never have the guts to approach Scott with such a proposal. Even Cheryl and I had never explicitly talked about swapping, though I was pretty sure she’d go along with it.

So I was surprised, amused and a little off-balance when, one night at the faux honky-tonk where we danced, Trisha came to the corner table where I was sitting and catching my breath. She set a beer in front of me, smiled sweetly and said, “Gil, you and Cheryl. Do you two ever… swing?”

I knew exactly what she meant, but I still sat tongue-tied with the beer she’d bought me frozen halfway to my lips.

Finally, I managed to say, “I always imagined Scott asking me that question.”

She put back her head and laughed, a bright sound that somehow put me at ease. “How come?” she asked. “You think the menfolk should do the negotiating?”

I actually blushed. Part of that was the thrill I felt at the possibility of being with Trisha. I let my eyes rove her, taking in her pretty face and her awesome tits.

“Speaking for myself,” I said, “I’d be very open to swinging with you and your husband.” The words sounded surreal as I said them, like in a dream. But it was a dream that was apparently trying to come true.

Trisha grinned and said, “Good. Scott’s pitching the idea to your wife, right now.” She pointed with her chin. I saw Cheryl and Scott over at the bar. I couldn’t see her expression, but the way she leaned toward Scott told me she was interested in what he was saying.

Trisha suggested a time and place. We’d wait a day, then I would go over to their place, and Scott would come to ours. It would give Cheryl and me space to talk it through beforehand. We could change our minds at the last second, if we wanted to, Trisha made that clear.

“But I hope you don’t,” she purred.

Her voice sent shivers through me, and my cock swelled in my jeans. I felt such a surge of desire for her.

Cheryl and I did talk about things, of course. My wife was game, but she wanted to make sure I would be OK with the situation. I was just as cautious about her feelings. We had a good marriage; I didn’t want to screw it up.

But, damn, I wanted Trisha, and Cheryl plainly wanted Scott to bone her good.

“It’s not that I’m dissatisfied with you in any way, babe,” she said to me. “But… ”

“But, a little change would be fun.”

That was all there was to it. Trisha and Scott seemed perfect for our experiment in mutually consensual marital infidelity.

Cheryl and I fucked like animals that night. It was like being newlyweds again. My stamina was unstoppable, and she kept coming like she’d just invented the orgasm.

That told us both we’d probably made the right decision in agreeing to this partner swap.

The next day we finalized arrangements with Scott and Trisha. As evening approached, I was buzzing with anticipation. Just before it was time for me to head over, I looked into my wife’s eyes and said, very sincerely, “I hope you have a great time with Scott.”

She smiled warmly and replied, “I hope you and Trisha have a ball.”

With that, I left, knowing that Scott would be arriving at my home in minutes. Once there, he would proceed to fuck my wife.

As I drove, I waited for any latent jealousy to undo me, but all I felt was excitement. It was surely going to be a night I’d never forget.

Trisha met me at the front door wearing a negligee that really got my attention.. Her scantily clad body was as gorgeous as I’d always imagined it would be. She took my hand and led me straight to the bedroom. I tingled inside and out while my hardened cock was trying to burst out of my pants.

Trisha kissed me lightly on the lips and asked softly, “You still sure about this?”

“Yes!” I said eagerly.

She slipped off the wisp of fabric, fully exposing her lovely flesh, while I hastily flung off my clothes. When we kissed again, she was in my arms, and our bare bodies pressed urgently together.

Our tongues tangled with rising need. Her hands moved on me, and I reached down and cupped the sweet knolls of her ass. She moaned into my mouth, and her stiff nipples pressed into me. My cock throbbed against her belly in response.

We sidestepped together to the bed. It struck me how it was almost a line-dancing move, and I had to bite down on a laugh. I didn’t want to mess things up at the last second.

Lying down side by side, I pulled her tighter against me, relishing the soft texture of her skin and the firmness of her tits and butt. She groped me with the same candor, feeling my biceps and reaching between us to stroke my balls.

I reminded myself of the endurance I’d shown Cheryl the previous night and managed not to shoot off at that first contact, even though her touch was so exciting it seemed unreal.

Finally, she grasped my cock, her fingers locking around my veiny shaft. I slipped two fingers along her pussy’s slick slit, grazing the outer lips. She shuddered and groaned again.

I delved deeper, easing my fingertips inside. I felt her lush internal heat. She was incredibly slick, and her pussy seemed to suck my fingers in farther.

At the same time she jerked my rod, finding a perfect pumping rhythm that filled me with pleasure.

A sudden hunger came over me, and I had to eat her pussy. Toward that end, I started kissing and licking my way down her body. I paused to suck on each of her swollen nipples, then I moved between her outspread thighs.

Her aroma washed over me, a scent of magical excitation. It wasn’t like I was starved for a taste of pussy. Hell, I went down on Cheryl all the time, and I loved it. But this was a new experience after years of faithful marriage.

As I settled in place and prepared to have my first lick, a distant part of me hoped Cheryl was sucking Scott’s cock at that moment. It would be only fair.

I ran my tongue up Trisha’s cleft, then back down, then slipped it inside her. Her flavor filled my mouth. It made me probe her deeper, eating her hard. I drilled my  tongue hungrily into that silken hole.

Her clit throbbed, and I had at it. It was a lively little bud. Soon her hips were jerking. She grabbed hold of my hair, and I growled with pleasure. I tongue-fucked her, giving her my all, and she rewarded me by moaning with orgasmic joy and drenching my open mouth with her pussy nectar.

I found myself on my back, panting happily, with my chin wet. Trisha did as I’d done, kissing my chest and stomach and working her way down my body. She slipped nimbly between my legs, and I felt her hot breath on my swollen cock. I raised my head just in time to watch her drop her mouth onto my knob.

My body jumped, like I’d touched an open circuit. But it was a delicious sensation. Her tongue swirled around my head, then she was fearlessly swallowing my staff. I watched the ring of her lips slide all the way down to where she was playing with my nutsac.

Up and down her head went, the suction exquisite. Again, it wasn’t anything I didn’t routinely get from Cheryl, but the novelty of another woman’s mouth… well, that was its own brand of special excitement.

I could have just let her finish me off that way. I had the distinct feeling she’d be as happy to drink down my jizz as I’d been to swallow her juice.

But I wanted to truly consummate this thing. If I was going to fuck a woman other than my wife, I should really fuck her.

I reached down and slid my hands over her shoulders to draw her gently up my body. She reluctantly let my cock slip from her mouth, it seemed. But when she climbed onto my pole, she moved with a new quick energy.

As she lowered herself onto me, the pleasure licked up her body almost visibly. Her lovely face shone, and her body gleamed with a fine patina of sweat. Her firm tits heaved. The grasp of her pussy was intense, and I gasped as she ground down on me.

She started riding me. It was slow at first, then she hit a gallop, bouncing up and down. I thrust up every time she slammed downward, and her cries told me I was hitting her deep.

I gripped her hips, feeling like a stallion, which made her my cowgirl. She rode me harder still, her head whipping back and forth. Finally, she let out a groan as her pussy walls tightened around me.

Not letting her catch her breath, I flipped her onto her back. I had about ten seconds left in me, but I would make them count. I stroked into her, and she shrieked, “Yes! Shoot inside me!”

I jetted my come into her, again hoping Cheryl was enjoying her own climax in that same instant with her new partner.