“What?” She asked confusedly. “Oh my God, what did Rebecca say to Simon?”
“He said that she told him you two were talking about swapping us in the mountains.” Tim stood furiously with his hands on his hips, doing his best to keep a cool head.
“Oh honey, don't be mad. It was just stupid drunk girl talk, we really meant nothing by it.” She did her best to soothe his worried mind.
“Well it obviously meant something to them. Do you know they've been looking for a couple to swap with?”
Stacy was shocked by his statement.
“They've what?” she asked.
“Yeah, Simon admitted it to me back at the office. I guess they've been trying to find a couple they could swap with, but as of now haven't found anyone that they really trusted.”
“Oh my God, I can't believe them. That is not what I expected. I thought Rebecca was joking when she brought it up. We had both had a few to many mimosas that morning. We just started fantasizing about you too, and then it got a little more complicated then that.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Tim cut back abruptly.
“Babe, don't be mad. I wasn't fantasizing about Simon at all. If you want me to be honest-”
“Of course I do” he interjected.
“Well, to be honest, I wasn't fantasizing about Simon. I was fantasizing about watching you with Rebecca.”
For a second Tim just stood there staring. He couldn't believe what his wife had just said.
“You what?” he managed to stutter out.
“Well yeah, babe. She's gorgeous, you're gorgeous. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me that was at least a little bit interested in watching that,” she said, while coyly smiling. She perched her elbows on the arm of the couch, squeezing her breasts together while she pouted her lips.
“Don't do that.” Tim demanded.
“Do what?” she played. “You mean this?”
She stood up from the couch and walked over to him. She wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in to kiss. Her lips were cool and wet as they pressed against his, her perfume filling his head and erasing all the tension that had built up. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in tighter as they continued to kiss passionately. He knew deep down he wasn't mad at her – in fact the idea that she was fantasizing about him with another women turned him on.
“You'd really want to watch me with Rebecca?” he asked between kisses.
“Um, yeah,” she replied with a chuckle, her dark lashes flickering as she stared him deeply in the eyes. “We don't have to talk about this any more Tim, it was a stupid thing to bring up in the first place.”
They kissed for another moment before laying out on the couch to cuddle. Nothing soothed Tim more than holding her in his arms, feeling her weight press against him as they lay together.
Simon and Tim squared everything away with their business, setting the stage for a perfect getaway. They hadn't talked about the idea of “swapping” again, Simon doing his best to keep his jokes and quips to himself. He knew it made Tim uncomfortable and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin his best friend's ten-year anniversary. Rebecca and Stacy spent the last afternoon before they left packing together and running errands for last-minute things. They decide to have dinner at their favorite seafood restaurant to start the trip off right, and have the boys meet them there after work.
They were dressed in their usual business attire, pressed suits with a splash of color. Simon wore his usual dark blue suit, he had a lighter blue button-up shirt with a pink plaid tie. The tie matched his socks and pocket square. His whole look catered to his blond hair and blue eyes. Tim, on the other hand, wore darker colors. His suit was black with pinstripes over a dark gray button-up. His tie was black and his hair was slicked to the side. Not flat like some 50's mobster, but with a nice bounce to give it some volume. His socks were the only splash of color he had on him. It worked for him – his hair was black and his stubble was a dark gray. His whole ensemble made the blue of his eyes stand out piercingly strong. As they walked into the restaurant, all the women took notice of both of them – they were hard to miss. But nothing in comparison to Rebecca and Stacy.
Stacy had worn her favorite evening gown for the occasion. A long satin purple dress that cinched up into a tiny bow just above her left hip. It was open on the left side, leaving her long, tanned and toned left leg exposed. It was low cut at the top, leaving ample cleavage exposed. She was not a large-chested women, but had the impeccable physique of a swimmer. She had struggled with insecurities about her breasts, but once she meet Tim, that all disappeared. No one made her feel sexier than Tim did, and he personally loved her smaller breasts. The back of her dress cut down even lower, stopping just above the small of her back. Paired with her gold high heels and bracelets, she looked as if she had just walked off the red carpet at the Oscars – the only way she really cared to look.
Rebecca wore a more modest white dress. In truth it cost far more than Stacy's did, but it wasn't nearly as fancy. It was short, coming to an end midway down her thighs. It had a collar of sorts, that wrapped around her neck and disappeared into the sides of the dress. She kept her blond hair cut short, and her lips covered in a dark red lipstick. The restaurant they chose was hardly fancy, but with the two of them sitting there it changed the whole mood of the room. As Tim and Simon walked in and sat down next to them, you could feel the jealousy in the air surrounding the two couples. The waiter greeted them with the house wine, and they all had a glass to celebrate.
“Let's toast, to an unforgettable vacation tucked away in the snowy mountains,” Rebecca said, as she raised her glass.
“To Tim and Stacy,” added Simon.
“To many years to come,” added Tim as he stared his beautiful wife in the face. They enjoyed a leisurely dinner, spending more time drinking and laughing than actually eating. They talked about what they could do while there. Their options were limited, due to the seclusion, yet they all really only wanted to relax and ski anyways. They didn't stay out late, knowing they had a good day's drive to the cottage the following morning. After dessert they said their goodbyes and parted ways, to spend one last night alone with each other.
The drive to the cabin wasn't as long as they had expected, and they arrived just before sundown. The cottage was even more impressive in person than any of the pictures gave it credit for. It was massive and hidden perfectly up a long dirt road behind a forest of trees. Both Rebecca and Stacy spent the better part of the first night simply walking around and marveling at the architecture. Tim and Simon retired early to the den, sipping scotch and sharing the expensive cigars that Simon had brought along. In the den they could over look the expansive mountainside that sprawled out beneath the porch. The huge bay windows grew darker as the sun set. Only a few stars were bright enough to make it through the thick pine canopy overhead. They could already sense the relaxation in the air as the first night set in, and it was Stacy who made the first move.
“So, who is going to try out the fancy hot tub downstairs with me?” she asked.
She and Rebecca had found it while marveling at the cottage. Underneath the main living room was a massive basement. It had all the amenities one could need. A basic gym for working out, washer and dryer, and a hefty pantry stocked full of anything they could wish for. Not to mention a wine cellar that put all of their collections to shame. They both planned on stealing a few bottles, as keepsakes from the trip.
“Well?” she pushed on.
“Oh Stacy, you know the boys are too caught up in their drinks and cigars to join us. I'll join you, let's go get our suits on.” Rebecca stood up and took Stacy by the hand as they disappeared down the hall towards their rooms, their voices trailing off as they left their husbands behind.
“I didn't think Stacy would be the trouble tonight.” Tim joked, as soon as they had left the room.
“Oh, were you just going to blame everything on Rebecca?” Simon mused.<
br />
They both laughed for a moment, not giving it a second thought. After an hour, once their cigars were done, they began to wonder how long their wives had been down there. Eager to see where they were, they both took off to find them. As they headed back down the hallway, they could hear laughter and music drifting up from the staircase at the end of the hall.
“Well, what do we have here?” asked Simon as he and Tim reached the bottom of the staircase. “Looks like our wives are a little drunk, Tim,” he said as he jabbed an elbow in Tim's side mockingly.
“Excuse us boys, you weren't having any fun up there, so we had to come down here,” Rebecca sassed at Simon.
“Why don't you two join us?” Stacy asked as she pulled herself up to the side of the hot tub.
“No suits, I'm afraid.” Tim responded.
“Oh, well now, that's not a problem now, is it babe?” asked Stacy, her eyes ablaze with lustful intentions.
“Oh absolutely not,” Rebecca agreed. She leaned over to Stacy and whispered something in her ear for a second.
“What was that all about?” asked Simon.
“Well Stacy and I agree, it wouldn't be fair to ask you two to join us without a proper suit. Not with us looking so good in ours,” Rebecca said, as she slid her hands behind her head and slowly undid the tie to her bikini top. “So Stacy and I will make it easier for the two of you.”
She undid the strap behind her head, and let her bikini top fall off effortlessly. Her breasts hung perfectly, her nipples hard from being outside of the warm water. No one spoke for a minute, and both Tim and Simon stood, mouths open, staring in disbelief.
Stacy followed suit, and was soon topless next to Rebecca. They tossed their tops aside, and quickly underneath the water removed their bottoms and tossed those out of the hot tub as well. Their bodies were magnificent – Rebecca was slightly curvier than Stacy and her breasts were at least a cup size larger. But Stacy was far more tanned and toned than Rebecca. For having never done anything like this before, the two of them seemed more than at ease completely naked next to each other.
“Well, now you both have no reason to not join us.” Stacy teased.
For a second Tim and Simon just stared at each other, but then they both quickly disrobed. It was the first time that all for of them had seen each other naked. Tim and Simon did their best to not stare at each other, but it was hard not sneak a peek. They hurried into the hot tub and relaxed next to their wives. At first it was just giggling and cuddling, but that soon turned into heavy making out.
Both Rebecca and Stacy had been planning it. They wanted to rile their husbands up, and the drunker they got alone, the more they talked about how they could do it. They agreed that if they wouldn't get in the tub with them, they'd get naked to entice them in. The plan had worked perfectly. Neither couple had the courage to escalate things, and for the rest of the night they made out like drunken teenagers skinny-dipping for the first time. After a few hours of wine and water, the two couples retired to their own rooms for the evening.
“What was that all about?” asked Tim, as soon as he and Stacy were alone.
“Oh, come on, nothing happened really. We all just got to see each other naked, nothing wrong with that. Simon's got a great package.” She winked as she poked Tim in the side.
“Yeah, and Rebecca has amazing tits,” Tim said as he dodged a light slap from Stacy. “Don't worry hon, yours are the only ones for me.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. They were both drunk, and worn out from the day. As soon as they laid their heads down on the soft bed, they were asleep.
The next morning, Stacy and Rebecca were the first two to wake. They had a light workout in the basement and then decide they wanted to spend the first day skiing. Once Tim and Simon were awake and showered, they all headed up the mountain for the day. Up the road there was a fork that split the path – one leading back down the mountain, the other taking them around to the other side. It was a short drive, but on the other side was the local ski resort. Tim had chosen it specifically for his wife and Simon's. Stacy and Rebecca had grown up in snowy regions of the country and had spent most of their youths skiing. Tim and Simon, however, were strictly vacation skiers. They all skied together for most of the morning, but by mid afternoon Stacy and Rebecca had taken off for the more experienced trails. It was when they were alone that Stacy brought up the night before.
“Well last night was... well you know. Interesting to say the least.”
“God you can say that again,” Rebecca responded.
“You know, Becky, I have to say you look pretty fantastic naked,” Stacy said sheepishly.
“God so do you, I wish I had your tits. They're so perky and small. Ugh, what I wouldn't give for a smaller rack,” Rebecca exclaimed boisterously.
“Oh shut up, your breasts are perfect. I saw Tim staring at them more than once,” Stacy replied.
“Oh, I definitely caught Simon, checking you out more than once. Granted so was I, your ass is more than cute,” Rebecca said with a wink.
“Oh, stop now, talking about this is turning me on,” Stacy said.
“Oh really, how so?”
“Well, you know. God, don't make me going in to detail please,” Stacy said as she laughed, trying to hide her nerves.
Rebecca dropped the subject and they continued with skiing for the moment. As it came time to head back to the cottage, Rebecca stirred the conversation up again.
“Well, now that we're done with our day, why don't you go into detail now?” she pushed.
“Oh jeez, I don't know,” Stacy said, doing her best to avoid the conversation.
“Come on, it's just us. The boys aren't here,” Rebecca teased.
“Fine, you want to know what turned me on?” Rebecca nodded in agreement. “It was the idea of watching you with Tim. I know he is completely hesitant about the idea, but God would I love to watch him fuck you hard.” Rebecca blushed as Stacy told her the truth.
“You know Stacy, I kind of want to watch you with Simon.” Rebecca added.
For a second they both just stared at each other, lost in their own fantasies.
“You know Becky, as much as the boys may be against it, if we take charge and do what we want, I don't think they would fight it.”
For a moment, a devilish grin stretched across each of their faces. They knew what they wanted, and what they had to do to get it. With the unspoken plan in mind, they hurried back to the cottage to set the evening in motion.
Tim and Simon had spent most of the day enjoying the snow and weather. They had given up skiing shortly after Rebecca and Stacy had gone out on their own. The vacation for the both of them, if anything, was just an excuse to relax and spend their days leisurely drinking and joking around. At the base of the mountain was a small bar/coffee shop. A place for the skiers to relax with friends and family in between runs. It was there that Simon and Tim talked about the night before.
“So our wives gave us a little run for our money last night?” Simon asked.
“Yeah you could say that. I'm actually surprised at Stacy, I've never seen her so open before.”
“I could say the same thing about Rebecca,” Simon agreed.
“I'm not going to lie Simon, Rebecca has quite the figure to look at,” Tim acknowledged.
“Stacy does as well, Tim,” Simon said.
They laughed, a nervous chuckle, and took a quick sip from their drinks. Neither wanted to admit to the other what they were really thinking. It somehow felt wrong for them both to be thinking of each other's wives.
“You know, I'm not sure how we're going to last two weeks if they pull those stunts every night,” Tim said.
“We'll probably just have to do what they say,” Simon said as a joke.
Both of them knew they wouldn't say no to anything their wives had in mind. Both of them wanted it badly enough anyways.
“You know,” Simon continued, “what if they really do have something more in store? We
know they were talking about this before the trip.”
“You're right. I guess... well, I guess if both of them are wanting to try new things, then we shouldn't be against it?” Tim asked curiously.
They had been friends for years – to admit out loud that they would be interested in swapping wives was nearly out of the question. They both were curious, but neither wanted to offend the other.
“Look, Tim, let's be frank.” Simon said, getting serious. “If they want to swap husbands, are we going to stop them?”
“I guess not, if they both want it,” Tim cautiously agreed.
They sat there for a second, both pondering the idea. Both lost in thoughts of the other's wife. They had both been faithful husbands, but their wives' boldness had opened them both to new possibilities.
“So it's settled. Whatever trouble our wives intend on getting into, we're not going to hinder it, nor are we going to hate each other for it,” Simon said.
They both laughed and shook hands as if their agreement was some sinister unspoken deal.
They arrived back at the cottage a few hours after their wives had. As they entered through the back patio door, the overwhelming smell of scented candles smacked them in the face. The entire living room had been transformed. Gone were the decorative white chairs and glass coffee table, in its place the massive rug on the floor had been turned in to a soft ocean of blankets and pillows. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace, and fresh bottles of wine in chilling buckets on the end tables. When Tim and Simon saw their wives standing there, their mouths dropped to the floor.
Rebecca and Stacy stood naked near the end of the counter coming out of the kitchen. The room was warm from the candles, but the near-freezing breeze from outside left their nipples and skin puckered with goosebumps. As Simon and Tim walked in, they couldn't help but snicker as they noticed them standing there. Rebecca stood closest to the back door. Leaning heavily on her elbows, she arched her back, giving her butt a more playful appearance. Stacy stood on the other side of the counter, leaning back against it, crossing her legs, pushing her chest up in the air. Simon and Tim could hardly believe themselves as they entered and removed their jackets. They knew their wives were up to something, but this was over the top. They both stared nervously, unsure of what move to make.
Our First Time: Anthology of Wife Swapping Page 2
