The week after Sam had stayed with us, I had some good news from work, I had been put forward for a promotion, the downside being that it was in the next town and would mean either moving or a two hour commute every day. We entertained Pat and John again, that weekend. Sam did go to the club again though and looked as amazing as ever, showing a nice pair of legs in her short skirt. I have already written about the visit w...

We decided that a pub lunch was the way to go and so the girls apply a little make up and got dressed to go out. While I shaved. We went to the pub nearest to us, about five hundred yards away. A bottle of wine was ordered and, I managed to get a glass as the two of them drank the rest. We ate the meal and I nipped to the loo. When I returned there was another bottle of wine stood there. I helped myself to a glass and tha...

We had arranged to go to the club again this Saturday and we were waiting for Joanne and Paul to come around so that we could all go together. We both wondered if Joanne’s sister, Sam would be with them or not, I know I wanted her to be with them and I was quite sure that Chrissy wanted the same, even though she hadn’t said so yet. We need not have worried; she was with them when they came to the door. She stepped into th...

The morning after Paul’s birthday party Chrissy and I exchanged stories about what we got up to whilst there, she opened my eyes, I don’t mind saying. This is what she told me as best that I can remember: I had been looking forward to the party all week, having made sure that I could still get into my old school unform, well the blouse was a little tight, buttons threatening to pop at the bust, but at least the wrap over...

Instead of going to the club with Joanne and Paul this week, they threw a party for Paul’s birthday. The party was, come as a school kid, I think that I gave Angus Young of AC/DC a run for his money. Chrissy looked great in her knee-high white socks, short, pleated skirt, white blouse, straw hat, and stripy tie. Joanne, greeted us at the door, being five foot nothing and only a size eight, wearing a short plaid skirt and...

It was our weekend to swap with Joanne and Paul again. I was wondering what she would be like tonight, I have enjoyed her as a tart and she seemed to like being treated a little rough, but I must wonder what else she likes. They called around to our flat to drop off Joanne’s bag on the way to the club. Tonight she was wearing a pink dress, just above the knee with a little white trim at the neck tan stockings and white st...

We had now slipped into a regular pattern, nature had her week, then we had a weekend just for Chrissy and me, followed by a Saturday night with Pat and John and then Joanne and Paul. It was a good time in my life three women, all of them new of the others and we all enjoyed what we did. I think that Joanne and Paul had a night or two swapping with Pat and John, but I don’t know for certain. This week we were going to swa...

I did of course tell Chrissy what Joanne had said about being my whore. She laughed and said that she thought Joanne had fallen for me. “Do you think.” I said, “She the one who set up the swap, not Paul.” “I know, and so does Paul. He told me that she let him think it was his idea, but he isn’t as daft as she thinks.” Chrissi said. “You should take advantage and get her right out of her comfort zone.” “What do you have in...

We had made the arrangements with Joanne and Paul the week before and we were looking forward to seeing them tonight. They came around to our flat on their way to the club and dropped off Joanne’s overnight bag, Chrissy had got Her’s ready and was going to pick it up on her way round to Paul and Joanne’s. Just to make sure that things went on as quickly as possible Joanne suggested that she took it down and left it in the...

After our night with Joanne and Paul, Chrissy and I sat down to discuss our respective experiences. I told her about them being virgins on their wedding night and just how little they had tried together. “Yes, I was a little surprised at that and how little Paul knew. “He is in for a surprise or two from Joanne then.” I said. Chrissy told me that what he lacked in skill, he almost made up for in enthusiasm. She told me th...

A Pat Remembered (Joanne and Paul) As mentioned in Pat Four, our first arrangement with Joanne and Paul had been ruined by mother nature, times two, so at least we knew that Chrissy and Joanne were Insync, which may help in the future. They called for us on their way to the club; Joanne left her overnight bag at the flat. “Do you two mind if I come back here and stay the night, and Paul and Chrissy go to our house?” No-on...

We had made arrangements for the week after Pat’s last visit with Joanne and Paul, which all went to pot thanks to nature. We had a great time at the club though, drinking far more than we would normally and laughing at things only drunken friends would laugh at. Joanne felt my crotch under the table and made a remark about having to keep that up for the week. I told her that if she didn’t behave then I would set her stri...

Another Saturday and another band on at the club. Our friend Pat and her latest boyfriend were coming over to stay again. Where she kept finding them, I don’t know, but I could see what the guys were getting out of it. We had arranged to meet them in the club; I think that Linda was kind of excited to see what her new feller was like and I must admit that after the last time I was quite looking forward to fucking Pat agai...

It had been three or four weeks since Pat and her then boyfriend had been to stay the night. Now she was coming here again, with her currant boyfriend, Dan, who we had yet to meet. When they did arrive Pat and Chrissy went off to get ready to go out and left me talking to Dan, who as it happened was very easy to get on with. He looked quite athletic and told me he was a cyclist. The fact that he looked fit hadn’t been was...

Whilst out today I met someone I had not seen for a long time and all the memories came flooding back. We went into a café for a good old catch up. When in my early twenties I lived in a small Derbyshire town and had to catch a bus to Chesterfield every day to work. I was living in a flat with a girl called Chrissy at the time, who caught the bus with me. We had gotten to know a girl who caught the bus in the next village...