Best Friends Exchange Club - Sex Stories

Best Friends Exchange Club

... changed forever in a single night. Now we'd like to meet one or two other pairs of best friends for mutual friendship and maybe more. Definitely no pressure! A nice supper, a little wine, and let's see what happens. It was signed Janet and Chris. I looked at her again. "So?" I repeated. She looked around at the wooded area we'd stopped in, and lowered her voice. "So I chatted with Chris for a few minutes the other night. Told her a little about us. She said we sounded like her and Janet. They did an exchange with another pair of friends a few months ago. No, they haven't gotten together with each other, but they both say the sex with their husbands got a lot better." I gaped at her for a moment. "Did they tell their husbands?" "Janet did. Chris hasn't. Yet." I thought. "Jay would probably think it was hot. Of course, he'd want to be there." "Of course. So would Jimmie. Chris said the 'no husbands' rule needed to be strict." "Gosh, Sarah, how do you even know that Janet and Chris are women?" She grinned. "I did a video chat with Chris. She flashed me for a few seconds. Definitely not a guy in those panties." She blushed again. "Or out of them. She also showed me a picture of Janet." "Nude?" I gaped. "No, just a head shot with some cleavage. They're both really pretty, by the way." "Hmm." My heart was pounding. "How would it work?" "We would all get together for supper in a restaurant. If we were comfortable enough, we'd rent a suite in a hotel nearby." I hesitated, then ...

... spoke slowly, in a whisper. "We might be able to do it during our spring city weekend." She grinned. "I told her that. She said that was their first choice weekend too." "God, Sarah, you really took a risk with this." "I know, Miriam. But I really want to do this, and I can't do it without you." We walked silently for a few moments. "Are you going to tell Jimmie?" "Probably." She shrugged. "But maybe not until after. What about you?" I swallowed. "Sarah. Stop. I haven't even agreed to this yet." She squeezed my arm, and started us walking again. "Yes, you have. You just don't know it yet. Maybe." She was right. Of course I would do it. Another tiny flash: I am kneeling on the soft carpet before the love seat, between thin but muscly thighs. A little rose tattoo on the inner left thigh, just below the fold. Soft strawberry blonde curls on her mound. Lips glistening. Total scent of arousal. I kiss my way up to the tattoo, feel the soft ends of her hairs tickling my cheek. I look into her eyes; she is lusting, impatient, breathing shallowly. Can I do this? Her right hand weaves into my short curly hair, directing me to her center. I taste a woman's arousal for the first time, as she sighs. My heart was pounding as we got out of the cab. I was a bit unstable as we got to the curb. Sarah had insisted that we stop for a couple of drinks before coming to the hotel restaurant. Chris met us at the door. "Sarah! So nice to meet you at last." She was a short wiry redhead with a ton of ...