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 string on fire, everyone laughed as if it was the funniest thing they had ever heard, but more about that another time.

Now Pat and, surprise, surprise, John, she was still with him. I think that maybe they may well end up married. They had come straight to our flat to get ready, after a day out shopping. Pat was putting on the gear that she had just bought, the ultimate LBD, above the knee and lowcut, showing off her cleavage nicely. Hemlines were at last getting higher, the downside being that girls would no longer be wearing stockings and would all go back to tights.

Pat had teamed the dress with some high heels and barely black RHT stockings, again she looked like a sex machine, and I was looking forward to a ride on her later. We made our way across to the club and after getting our drinks we joined our friends Joanne and Paul, who we had had an interesting night with last weekend, but more on that at another time.

Joanne had made a special effort with her looks, with her makeup applied with a little more care and not the way she would normally wear it. She too had a dress on which was a little shorted than I had seen her in previously. I did start to have a little hope for mankind after all.

As the band played we all got to dance a slow number with every girl in our group. Whilst dancing with Joanne she said that I had almost crippled her, (More on that another time) and that it was Tuesday before she could walk properly again. “Does that mean that you won’t be coming back for any more then?” I ask her. “No, I’m hoping for some next weekend, if you’re up for it.” She replied. “I would sleep with you again any time you think you can handle it.” I grinned at her. “I can handle it; I thought that had been proved.” she said. We all sat back down around then. There was a lot of flirting going on and at one point I thought that Paul and Pat were about to cop off, now that was going to be something. (you will understand that better when you read about the night, we had a swop with them)

As the evening ended we all made our way home. Joanne and Paul walked with us as far as our door and then we parted company. The four of us Chrissy, Pat, John and I went into the flat. Chrissy and John were as usual undressed and under the covers before Pat and me had got up the stairs.

I soon undressed and lay on the bed; Pat took off her dress put it on a hanger and hung it on the wardrobe door. She had done this wearing her new black skimpy bra, Black waist clincher, instead of a suspender belt, black bikini knickers, her stockings and heels, a sight to behold. She hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her knickers, turned her back to me and slid them straight down her legs, stepping out of them and her shoes as she walked over to me, she unclipped and dropped her bra as she did so.

She climbed into bed at the side of me and I rolled to her putting my arms around her and kissing her. She did the same to me, and I soon had one hand feeling her boobs, with the nipples hardening in my hand. Pat moved around so that she was sat over my face and she could lean forward for a sixty-nine. As she lowered her pussy onto my mouth I lapped at her lips as if it was the best tasting thing I had ever tried and Pat took my hard cock into her mouth and sucked, licked and generally teased me until I was on the very brink of coming. Pat had come at least twice, flooding my face with her juice. I had to stop her, or it was going to be a very short session.

Pat slithered down my body until she was over my manhood, she then lifted herself and mounted me reverse cowgirl style, lifting herself up and down my shaft. As soon as she had made herself come again, she lifted herself off and turned around to impale herself facing me, but after only a few strokes she lay on me pressing her tits into my chest. It was my turn to make some effort. Which I gladly did driving myself up into her.

Pat took over again and rolled over onto her back, taking me with her into the missionary, with her nylon clad legs tight around me and her nails digging into my back. I slipped my hands under her and lifted her bum off the bed, allowing me to slip at least another inch into her. Alas it was never going to last much longer and I was struggling to hold back, I couldn’t help myself from speeding up until with a shake and a groan Pat started coming and as she did, she gripped me so tight inside her that I could hold back no longer and I shot a stream of jizz into her.

We lay side by side getting our breath back, when a voice to our side said “That was a fucking big one Pat.” It was Chrissy, as her and John were also laid getting their breaths back. We all took turns in the loo after that and then we swopped back and settled down to sleep.

We didn’t get the chance to swap with Pat and John again, as I had a promotion for which Chrissy and I had to move to a different town. About a year later we did attend their wedding though and met up with Joanne and Paul again. I kind of hope that they may come over and see us, as I recalled the few times that we had swapped with them.

As Pat and I sat drinking our coffee that day I had met up with her, she said "Do you know that you are the nearest anyone has ever been to getting their whole hand up me, I've had two kids since then, so if you fancy another try my flat is just around the corner." I live about as far the other side of her flat as we were now, about ten minutes walk, so who knows...