I looked out of the bedroom window as I paused for a coffee break. I was in the middle of installing a range of built-in wardrobes in the main bedroom. The job was progressing well but a break was always welcome. As I glanced out of the window I saw our neighbour Angela walk past. She looked up at the house and saw me, gave a cheery wave and a smile and carried on to her house. Angela and her husband Don had been fellow guests at the 'Keys in the Bowl' New Year's Eve party a few weeks earlier. As described on SH in October all the ladies had been blindfolded and had drawn the house keys of the men for a night's wife-swap with the key holder. My wife had drawn Angela's husband Don. I had ended up with a woman we nick-named Sulky Sue who spoke little (but fucked brilliantly). I heard later than Angela's night was disappointing and "was all over in two minutes". I smiled to myself at the memory of that night. Sulky Sue had turned out to have a favourite position - 69 - and we had practiced it in several ways two or three times before morning. I finished my coffee and had begun work again when the doorbell rang. It was Angela. "I heard about your wardrobe project" she said. "I want Don to do something similar. Could I perhaps see what it's like?" I happily agreed and led her up the stairs to the bedroom. Angela was about forty-three, five feet six tall, mid-brown hair, pretty face. Her body was attractive; small-breasted and good hips and arse. She was rumoured to be "flighty" but I hadn't ever experienced her attentions before. Her interest in my workmanship was short-lived however and she soon seemed to have seen enough of it. She turned to me and asked if I had enjoyed the party. We chatted about it briefly and she confirmed my earlier belief that things hadn't been very exciting from her point of view. She came closer and murmured, "I think I ought to have been luckier .... and picked your key!" "Maybe you should have" I answered pulling her closer. She lifted her arms and slid her hands behind my head before easing it down for my lips to brush against hers. Angela's tongue slipped into my mouth. I sucked it while working my lips against hers in a passionate kiss. I let a hand slip down her back to cover her arse and pulled her tighter against me. She responded with a gentle thrust of her body against mine and slowly brought a knee up between my legs to rub against my growing bulge. Her breast was a simple target for my other hand and before long I had her top pulled up, her bra tugged down and a bare breast cupped in my hand. I was dimly aware of her hand forcing its way between our bodies and some fumbling and tugging at my zip as our kisses continued. Then her expert hand found my enlarging cock and worked it free of my clothing. I had her skirt up around her waist, dipping my fingers down between the warm cheeks of her arse when a voice suddenly broke our mutual embrace. "What the bloody hell's going on here?" It was my wife, Em. We hadn't heard her entering the house and she hadn't called out her usual greeting. Angela and I were caught red-handed. Angela was remarkably cool as she faced Em whose expression was one of outraged fury. "It's OK!"Angela said quietly as I hurriedly slipped my cock back inside my pants. "I just wanted to check out what I might have been lucky enough to pick at the New Year's Eve party if only I'd chosen the right key!" Em wasn't impressed. "So you thought it'd be alright to come along when I was out and help yourself?" she said. Angela said "I don't know what the hell you're complaining about! You spent all night fucking my husband like a filthy whore from what he told me!" Em flushed a deep red and smacked Angela hard across the face. "At least we all knew what it was all about!" she said. "I haven't come to him later grabbing for his cock like you have with my husband!" Angela's flushed face showed her anger as she advanced towards Em. I thought I was about to see a catfight break out between the two women. They were at that stage when each was wondering whether or not to commit to an outbreak of hostilities. But they paused too long and the anger subsided. Angela straightened her clothing and quietly left the house instead. A silence descended upon Em and myself and lasted for a good few days. It broke when Em found a letter on our doormat. She tore it open and a card dropped out. It was an invitation from Angela and Don for a dinner party at their house a few doors up the road from ours. Em looked at me and muttered, "I suppose it's an attempt at a peace offering after that last business in our bedroom." I could only agree and quietly suggested that we accept the invitation. And so it was that the following weekend we went up the road clutching the inevitable flowers and a bottle or two of wine for our hosts. Angela had prepared a good meal and Don had supplied some great wine and the evening progressed with the usual small talk about holidays taken and planned, life in general, etc., etc. but no mention was made of built-in wardrobes. When the dinner was over we all retired to the lounge for coffee and the inevitable mints with more drinks. The atmosphere was becoming very relaxed. Em, my wife, was sitting on the sofa with Don, across the room from me. Angela dimmed the lighting and was fussing about with the coffee pot and drink bottles and I noticed that she spent longer than necessary bending in front of me to fill my cup or my glass each time. I didn't mind at all because I was trying to decide whether or not she had put a bra on that evening. I wondered whether or not she had any panties on as well. Maybe I would be able to find out. Em was wearing a white silk blouse and Chinese style long skirt, split up the thigh to show off her fishnet stockings as she crossed her legs. Don lounged back on the sofa, his arm along the back. He was lightly fingering a strand of Em's hair and stroking her neck as we talked. Angela crossed the room and bent to top up my glass on the low coffee table in front of me. The low-scooped neckline of her loose top fell forward and proved me right. She wasn't wearing a bra. I stared down the front of her top and gazed at her naked breasts visible clear down to her pouting nipples. Dragging my eyes away I mumbled a thank-you. She was staring down at me, a smile playing around her lips as if to say, "Like what you see?" She sat on the sofa next to me and we sipped our drinks. On the opposite sofa Don had rested his arm along the back of the sofa he and Em shared. They too sipped drinks as Don played his fingers around Em's neck and ear. I knew she was sensitive to such approaches but, meanwhile, Angela had laid a hand on my knee and was gradually sliding it slowly up my thigh. Don's persuasive caresses had turned Em's head and I saw their lips meet in a brief brushing kiss. Neither was looking our way as Angela lightly pressed her hand between my legs. I turned to her and she nodded her head in Don and Em's direction. They were now engrossed in a long kiss and Don's hand had slipped off the sofa back and was cupped under Em's breast. The food and drink were definitely having a relaxing effect. Angela squeezed the bulge in my trousers as she leaned into me. Our mouths met and I felt her warm wet tongue flitting around my lips. I responded with my tongue and we were soon involved in licking and sucking each others as I ventured a hand along Angela's thigh. I felt her legs part slightly, just enough to let me know that the nearby cunt was available. Moments later my fingers discovered that she was also minus any panties and I was stroking her hairy mound for the first time. I found her slit nestling in the soft fur then probed gently to part the willing lips with my fnger and slip just inside the warm moist opening. Minutes passed filled with tongue-tangling kisses and probing fingers. Angela had lifted a thigh across my leg, hiding from the others the fact that she had unzipped me and captured my growing cock in her hand. Meanwhile I had scooped her loose top up over her bare breasts and begun to suck and nibble hungrily at her stretching nipples. She had her eyes closed, head thrown back, grasping my hard shaft and thumbing the head to spread the oozing precum while I rubbed and finger-fucked her soaking cunt. She was soon in a totally prepared state for fucking. It was at that moment that we both became aware of the rhythmic creaking above our heads, coming from the main bedroom. "Hmmm! They've beaten us to it!" Angela murmured into my mouth before sucking on my tongue again. I tugged her top up and pulled it over her head muttering, "C'mon! Get that skirt off. I want you naked!" I wriggled out of my pants and shirt as she lay down on the sofa totally naked at last. She slowly opened her legs wide and I stared down at her glistening slit before kneeling on the floor to bend forwards for a taste of her musky cunt. She moaned her appreciation as I slid my tongue around the swollen outer lips and plunged it into her silky smooth tunnel. Her clit poked out to greet me and I nibbled it gently as writhed her hips up to meet my plunging tongue. I rose up and climbed onto the sofa to mount her between her open legs. She instantly guided my cock between her cunt lips and we both groaned with pleasure as her wet heat engulfed my penetrating cock. "Ohhh! At last!" Angela groaned as we fucked slowly, relishing the moment that had finally arrived, the moment we had both fantasised about for the past weeks. Our fucking soon increased in pace and we were both close to climax when a voice spoke, "Ah! Oh do carry on! Don't let me interrupt you again!" I raised my head from between Angela's breasts to see Em standing there, an old dressing gown slung over her shoulders but otherwise naked and closely watching her husband for the first time fucking another woman. In spite of her words she had nevertheless interrupted us. "Oh not again!" Angela moaned as I lifted off her still unspent. Em was grinning now as she said, "Sorry folks! Just came down to see if you'd be more comfortable upstairs with us. Don says he fancies a foursome." As I stared at her I noticed that her thighs were glistening and her cunt was still aroused, I guess from Don's pummeling cock. Angela swore as she sat up. "You bitch! You don't want me to fuck your husband do you?" she muttered at Em. "Oh I don't mind!" Em replied. "I'm sure a dirty tart like you won't give up and anyway, you were doing quite well just now!" "And I'm going to finish quite well too!" Angela said defiantly. She reached out for me and said, "Come here and fuck me, you lovely hard man!" As I climbed onto her soft warm body again she guided my stiff cock back between her legs and into her waiting cunt again. I started the long slow strokes to get her up to speed before quickening the pace until the sofa was creaking like the bed upstairs had while Em and Don were fucking. I noticed that Em was still watching us closely as Angela locked her legs tightly around me and clasped my arse as it rose and fell between her thighs. I saw Em's fingers busy between her legs as she became turned on by our display. Then Angela was crying out as her orgasm hit her and I felt her twitching cunt sucking hard at my pistoning cock. I shot the first squirt of pent-up cum hard into her hot, gripping tunnel with a gasping groan of my own then our bodies twisted and writhed as the orgasmic spasms slowly died away. Em quickly took her finger out of her slit as we rolled apart. "Mmmm! Quite a display!" she said, eyes bright and sparkling. "Come on now! Let's get upstairs! Don'll have nodded off and I fancy another feel of his cock after that!" "Why doesn't that surprise me!" Angela muttered. "You're really as dirty a slut as you make me out to be!" Em didn't answer. I followed the two naked women up the stairs, relishing the prospect of exploring Angela's soft arse as it swayed and moved as she climbed the stairs in front of me. I hoped that the jealous undercurrent and antagonism between the two women wouldn't erupt into a down and dirty catfight, although on reflection, as I stared at the naked, hot-bodied, tumble-haired, sexy women in front of me, my cock was already telling me otherwise.