It started just like any other weekend we’d had with Fred and Silvia. My wife and I had arranged to spend a long weekend in London, with them. We’d done a few trips with them in the past and they had all gone very well so we were very relaxed in their company.

The train rolled into Euston station a little after eleven and having deposited our bags in the left-luggage office we headed off to find a cafe for lunch. Up to this point, we hadn’t made any definite plans as to what we would be doing, or going to, apart from the theatre the following evening.

So, over lunch,  we talked about what the rest of the day had install for us. I mentioned that after seeing a number of programmes about the V & A museum I would like to spend a little time there. My wife and Fred said they would prefer to stroll along the embankment and do some sightseeing.  So, outnumbered, I  agreed to the sightseeing.

 Sylvia thought for a few seconds and said that she would be interested in visiting the V & A too. It was a split decision, until my wife said that we should split up and meet back at the station to pick up our bags and book into the hotel nearby. There was a few seconds silence while we thought about it but we all agreed it would meet what everyone wanted to do. So, that was decided.

At the tube station we went our separate ways just after agreeing to meet back at four o’clock.  My wife linked arms with Fred, and  Silvia linked arms with me. We all laughed as we went our separate ways. As we made our way to the museum Sylvia linked arms with me as often as the situation allowed and I have to confess I quite liked the novelty of it.

The museum was wonderful and we spent the next couple of hours investigating the exhibits happily chatting away until we both decided that we needed a drink. On the way to the cafe a comb fell out of Sylvia’s pocket and it was a man behind us that called out, making us aware.  Because I had turned around first he told me that my wife had dropped it. Sylvia  thanked the man and as our eyes locked we both smiled and I felt a tinge of excitement coupled with guilt.

Little was said until we sat at a table with our coffees.  Silvia was wondering how her husband,  Fred, was getting along with my wife, and were they having a lovely time too. “You know, “ she said, “ Fred really likes your Joan, “( my wife). I smiled and said that I really liked her (Silvia), and I wondered if her and Fred were having a similar conversation.

It occurred to me that something had changed in mine and Sylvia’s relationship. There was a sexual tension between us now and, I suspected, there might well be one with Fred and my wife. Its not that I was worried or jealous, it was the temptation I felt after that man called Silvia my wife.  As couples we had been married for a very long time and the thought of having another sexual liaison was very tempting,  perhaps my wife felt the same.

Anyway,  we managed to behave ourselves for the rest of the afternoon, though there were those knowing looks that passed between us, and we eventually met up with Fred and my wife. They too had a different look about them and they tried very hard to cover it up, but I’m guessing that they saw the same difference between me and Silvia.

Husbands and wives reunited,  we went to our respective rooms to unpack and have a short rest.  Whilst there, the conversation turned to the activities of the day. I told my wife of all the things we saw at the museum, and I even told her about the man who thought that Silvia was my wife. She looked shocked as she admitted that something similar had occurred to them as well. They were accosted by some street sellers and they referred to her as his wife.

She then went on to tell me that Fred had said that Silvia really liked me. “That’s funny “ I replied,  “ Silvia said exactly the same about Fred really liking you”. We looked at each other in silence as we took it all in. It seems we both liked having another spouse for the day.

Trying to clear the air,  I  suggested a “what if” scenario and what do we do about it, should this go a little further. It took a long time for us both to admit that, in our heads, we would like to experience the intimate company of the other two,  but, we would never risk our marriage.  “But” , I said, “ if we aren’t going behind each other’s back and its a one-off.  What then ?”

We never really answered that one, but neither was it condemned as a definite no. However, we both decided we needed a shower before we met them in the bar for a drink before going out to dinner.

By the time dinner was finished, we’d had quite a few drinks and the conversation continued along smoothly.  Alcohol has the effect of making us all more relaxed with less inhibitions, and it was true of our little foursome sat in the bar. The topic of the ladies being mistaken for the wives of each other brought a great deal of mirth and play-acting as we referred to each other as the Husbands and wives of earlier.

There was a sudden realisation, as we finished our last drinks, that that was what we really wanted, but who was going to broach it first. Fred said, ”let’s cut to the chase and decide whether we want to consider keeping our new respective spouses until tomorrow “.  As they say, the silence was deafening, but nobody raised any objections.

A slight nod from Jane and a similar response from me answered the unanswered question earlier on in our room. “All agreed?”, said Fred and after a quick look at each other and seeing more nods, we agreed to meet at breakfast. So I went off to Sylvia’s room and Fred went off with my wife to our room.

Silvia linked arms with me as we went quietly to her room. You could cut the anticipation with a knife and I’m quite sure it was the same for Jane and Fred. As Silvia opened the door I hesitated for a few seconds asking myself if this is what I really wanted.  By stepping through the door I think I answered that one.

As the door closed behind me we just stood there for a while watching each other and probably wondering whether the other two had changed their mind, and that Fred would come knocking on the door. Whether or not he would,  I thought I should seize the moment and wrapped my arms around Silvia and kissed her as passionately as I dared.

She responded well and appeared as eager as I felt. During our embrace my hands began to wander,  tentatively at first,  and meeting no resistance l chanced to feel her breasts and her response was to kiss me more passionately.  Emboldened by this her nipples became my next target. They hit the spot as her hand went down to my ever-growing cock, and took as firmer hold of it as she could with my trousers in the way.

Hesitation went out of the window then,  as I reached to undo the buttons of her blouse,  with my hands trembling in anticipation of the exposure of her breasts.  I wasn’t disappointed as I reached behind to unclip her bra and let it fall.  They were full and stood up as well as any sixty odd year old could expect. Delighted with them, I bent down to take a nipple in my mouth to lick and suck, whilst Silvia undid my belt and exposed my very erect cock.

There comes a point in situations like this when you have to stop in order to make things more accessible by removing our clothes.  This done, we dived onto, and then into, the bed, kissing passionately.  Our hands urgently explored each other’s bodies and eventually mine made their way to that very moist area between her legs and I felt my way over every centimetre of it. I’m beyond thinking about anything else but the desire to get my cock inside her, but first I wanted a taste.

With Silvia underneath me I kissed my way down from her breasts towards her garden and inhaled the heady aroma of her pussy before attacking it with my tongue. She wriggled and squirmed under me as I lapped up her flowing juices.  With all my might I tried to get my tongue into her as far as I could, savouring every moment spent doing so.

Silvia eventually reached down and lifted my head from between her legs and urged me to come up from there and as I came face to face with her she kissed and licked her own juices from my face. My cock,  at that point, was very close to her entrance and I had no hesitation about what I wanted to do. I entered her .

The newness of having sex with someone for the first time was wonderful and exciting. I held myself still inside Silvia before starting to build momentum and at the point I had built up a rhythm, she began to arch her back in response. This had me trying to get in as deep as I could, which, in turn, brought forward the need to let my seed go. She must have sensed it as her breathing became more ragged and quicker. Together, and with a sense of urgency we both sought a climax to our lovemaking and nothing was going to prevent it from happening. 

As if, on queue,  both Silvia and I went beyond the point of no return and I let fly my orgasm into her, as hard and as deep as I could. Silvia too, went rigid and then trembled as I emptied into her. It was like I was in my twenties again. The feeling, for me, was so intense and erotic and it was guilt-free. I smothered Silvia in kisses, there was no place that wasn’t kissed or licked, such was the intense feelings I had.

We lay there in a sexual after-glow in each other’s arms,  and it wasn’t long before we fell asleep only to be awakened in the early morning by my erect cock prodding into her lower back. Without anything said, Silvia wriggled herself so that my cock had nestled neatly between her bum cheeks and instinctively I gently thrust it in and out of them, while reaching over and fondling her breasts.

After a few minutes of simulation, Silvia turned towards me and manipulated herself under me and without anything being said, I slipped back into her warm, moist  tunnel of love. This time there wasn’t the urgency of last night, as we allowed the time to build ourselves to an emotional high, taking ourselves new heights of sexual ecstasy and savouring every moment.

The orgasms,  when they came,  were deeply satisfying, I believed, for both of us. We cuddled and kissed for quite a while before the thought of having to get up and face our respective spouses, sober, occurred to us.

We all met at breakfast and our respective spouses were reunited with the right partner.  It was a quiet meal with only the minimum of conversation, although there didn’t feel like there was any tension between us. We agreed that we were going to take a boat ride down to Greenwich that day and settled on meeting in the lobby in ninety minutes. 

 Jane and I had to re-establish our relationship as Fred and Silvia had to too, so we both took our wives and went back to our rooms in near silence. Once inside I took hold of Joan’s hand, drew her close to me and kissed her. To my relief she kissed me back, so there was no resentment between us and I could relax again.

The inevitable questions were put by both of us and we were honest enough to admit that we had had sex with someone else last night and after beating around the bush we both agreed that we enjoyed the experience, but the question was; would we do it again? To my relief Jane said that Fred had been a good lover and that should we be asked to repeat the experience, then yes, she would. I really wanted to repeat the experience with Silvia too, and hoped for another opportunity.

It was all smiles when we met up with them again and holding hands with our own spouses, we went off to the river for our cruise down the Thames to Greenwich. There would be no repercussions about last night.

The day was lovely and relaxed and just like it would have been without the wife-swop. That was until we were in the cafe under the Cutty Sark. Jane and Silvia had obviously been talking when on the cruise down the river and they jointly came up with the notion of us spending the rest of the stay with each others, last-night Bedfellows.

I looked at Fred and said we needed a chat. Away from the wives I asked him what he thought of the idea and I admit I wanted him to say he was happy with the suggestion.  It turned out he was very open to it as well. Deal done!

Back at the hotel both Fred and myself packed our luggage and moved into the others rooms, but not before kissing my wife and telling her that I loved her and that I hoped she has a  wonderful time with Fred. Amazingly, she hoped I would have lovely time with Silvia. This was going to be as guilt-free as I hoped it would.

I found it very hard to concentrate on the theatre that evening thinking about what was going to happen later and I was sure the others did too.

None of the new couples hung around the bar very long that evening, as we each bid our old wives a good night and went off with our new ones. There was no hesitation about stepping into the room that night and as soon as the door was closed Silvia lifted up her dress to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

I didn’t wait for an invitation, and dropped to my knees, trying to get my face between her legs and taste the heavenly aroma that lingered there. To oblige, Silvia spread her legs in order to give me more access and I licked her enthusiastically until my face was dripping with her juices.

I needed to lose my clothes and as I got up Silvia went for the belt on my trousers and did the job for me. My cock was, understandably,  already hard and Silvia struggled a little to free it from my clothes, making it even more solid. In no time at all she had her mouth wrapped around it and was giving it everything.  It was a good job I’d emptied my balls the previous evening, so I could take great delight in the feelings she was giving me.

By this time I really  needed to lose the rest of my clothes and so, it appeared,  did Silvia.  We broke off and as quickly as we could, took the rest of our clothes off and Silvia climbed onto the bed. Instead of lying on it she knelt on it and, with her bum stuck up in the air, urged me to hurry up and take her from behind.

I needed no second invitation and quickly climbed onto the bed placing myself behind her and as quickly as I could, entered her very wet pussy. The feeling was intense as I left it stationary inside her for a few seconds before commencing to rhythmically thrust into her and it wasn’t very long before she was thrusting back with low guttural noises with every pump.

Because my balls had been emptied last night I was able to keep up my thrusting for quite a considerable amount of time,  and I was sure that Silvia had a number of orgasms. Her rapid panting and sudden breath-holds told me that, so I would stop for a few seconds to allow her a little recovery time before returning to my task.

I loved the way Sylvia’s bum cheeks absorbed my very eager thrusts and the sight of her bum hole made me want to put my thumb over it, which I did to gauge a reaction.  She didn’t flinch so I included a little pressure over it with every thrust.

My staying power was excellent and I continued to give Silvia everything I had but eventually I came to the point of no return and couldn’t stop quickening the pace until, with one almighty thrust I came , as deep as I could,  into her. The feeling,  in the after-glow, was of deep satisfaction and after rolling over, we kissed and cuddled and then fell asleep.

As a mature man I didn’t think I would be able to cum three times in a little over a day but when we woke the following day we made another attempt but I don’t think either of us had any bullets left to fire. It didn’t really matter that much as I was enjoying the sheer lust of it all and I suspect Silvia did too.

So, as it was the day to return home, we went down to breakfast and waited for my wife and Fred to come down, which they eventually did, and I thought Joan looked a little tired which made me smile as the thought crept into my mind that this couple exchange could be repeated.

Claiming my wife back in the lobby later, it was clear to me that we slotted back into the couples we arrived as with relative ease.

What happens in London , stays in London.

But it didn’t!