"Sure… Ooohh, it's going to be fun, Tom!"
For the rest of the week, Heather looked forward to Friday night and the Whitcombs' visit. It had been a long time since she had seen Jake and Linda. She missed them. They had had such a wonderful day together once. The day she discovered what she had to have in her life.
Sex. And lots of it.
Cocktails were ready when Jake and Linda arrived at seven. Linda was wearing a daring, low-cut blue evening gown that left more than half of her tits bare. Heather smiled to herself as she watched her husband ogling the lovely blonde. She had every confidence that her husband would grow to like swapping wives. She could see he already had a hard-on.
Heather herself was preening in front of Jake's admiring glances. She was wearing a simple, figure-hugging black cocktail dress… and nothing else. She felt very sexy and uninhibited. She flirted unashamedly with Jake.
"You're the first lady I've ever seen with her fingernails painted black. And you know, beautiful, on you it looks good."
Heather laughed and bent forward to retrieve her drink from the coffee-table. She knew Jake had a clear view of her naked tits inside her dress. When she straightened up, his eyes were blazing with desire. She snuck a furtive glance at the crotch of his trousers. There was a distinct bulge there. Her cunt throbbed hotly under her filmy dress.
"I'll go and bring out the food, I thought we could all help ourselves. It'll be easier that way." Her voice was hoarse, and Jake's look told her he knew why. Tom and Linda didn't even hear her. They were sitting very close, looking through a photo album.
"I'll help you, beautiful."
Inside the kitchen, Heather began to arrange the food and dishes on a tray. She heard the swinging doors open and close behind her, and she knew Jake was in the room with her. She didn't look around. She waited for him to speak.
He didn't speak. Instead, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest. A hand clutched each ripe tit. He began to plant hot maddening kisses along the nape of her neck. Heather was wearing her thick red hair piled high on top of her head. Just a few curly tendrils blocked the way to her smooth, inviting flesh.
"Mmmm, you taste good," he murmured at last, long after the ridges of goose bumps had popped up all over the redhead's neck and arms. "I can't tell you how happy I was to hear you two had invited us over. Especially to hear you and Tom might be ready for a swap tonight. I've missed you, beautiful one, time with you is definitely not enough."