The two couples, Levi and Lydia, and Ned and Nora, all in their late thirties, had gotten on like a house on fire right from the start.

The women had interesting but very different careers. Lydia was a pilot with a major international airline. Nora was a sports psychologist. They had known each other since their late teens.

The two guys were good-looking hunks, but each had more pedestrian jobs. Levi was an accountant. Ned worked in insurance.

Nora was an excellent cook. She and Ned often invited the other couple around for a meal and a few glasses of quality wine.

On the most recent such occasion, as usual, the conversation hummed along wonderfully during and especially after the meal. The women had developed an after-dinner ritual that involved taunting their somewhat conservative husbands with work-related anecdotes that inevitably featured some ribald misbehaviour.

As the quartet continued to sip their vino, Lydia asked Nora about her recent trip away with the state soccer team.

“I’ve often watched the team’s matches on TV,” said Lydia. “That tall Italian import striker Enzo is easy on the eye,” she continued. “His bulge is often quite evident in his lusciously tight shorts. I’ll wager he’s hung like a fucking donkey.”

“Well, strictly confidentially,” replied Nora, “The subject of Enzo’s massive member did, er, come up. He asked my advice about his pre-match anxiety and his need to masturbate two or three times the night before a big game. I, of course, advised him that such behaviour was totally understandable and not uncommon.

“I must say it was difficult to maintain control during the consultation as this beautiful stud talked about tugging his giant cock, especially as the fucking thing was obviously erect in his tight pale blue jeans. I could feel myself becoming so wet.”

“So, did you go for it?” smirked Lydia lasciviously.

“No, I never fuck my clients,” replied Nora.

“Oh, not like you to have to clitty-wank your way through an interstate trip, “ teased Lydia, having on girls’ weekends away known Nora to always avail herself of plenty of local cock.

“Did I say I had a dry run?” murmured Nora, somewhat indignantly.

“No way. Fortunately, Enzo’s older brother Franco was visiting from Bologna. He’s around our age and remains very fit, having been an elite tennis player until a few years ago. He came over to watch a couple of Enzo’s matches.

“I was introduced to Franco by that gorgeous sports journalist Ty Williams. He is renowned around the traps as being an excellent shag. My promiscuous friend Greta, the soccer team’s physio, has fucked Ty a couple of times. She told me that he’s extremely well-endowed and has exceptional stamina.

“Ty, Franco, and I enthusiastically celebrated the team’s victory over a few drinks in the bar at my hotel. The banter was horny. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I found myself taking the two guys back to my room with a bottle of Chianti.”

Ned was notorious for soaking his trousers with pre-cum when over-excited. Lydia grinned as she noticed Ned’s significant dribble. He was clearly ambivalent but aroused by what his wife was about to describe.

“Greta had told me that Ty loves it from behind, so that’s how we started,” said Nora.

“I so love it when guys relish my tits dangling. That’s certainly how it was with Ty and Franco.

“I kneeled on the bed. Franco kneeled in front of me, and I took his gorgeous Italian cock into my mouth, and sucked and licked his aroused knob and shaft while Ty rammed my sodden cunt from the rear.

“They were both right into my dangling tits. The duo got a great nipple routine going. As Ty thrust into me from behind, he would squeeze both nipples between thumb and forefinger, varying the pressure from gentle to very firm. It just drove me crazy.

“Then, as I sucked him, Franco took a turn. No intensity variation from the Italian stud; just prolonged, steady pulling. He clearly just wanted to see how much he could make them protrude. He was very successful. I was very, very wet.

“A few cycles of alternating nipple work, combined with increasingly deeper thrusts from Ty’s mega-cock, and I was gone. The intensity of my screeching orgasm was enhanced by the vision of Franco’s huge load spurting over my tits. Ty climaxed pretty much simultaneously, grunting lewdly and crudely with each last desperate thrust.”

“Phew,” sighed Ned.

“As always, darling,” said Ned, “Your anecdote has made me incredibly horny. I had better have another wine. Anyone else for another glass of this excellent Pinot Noir?”

Nora and Lydia replied in the affirmative.

“ Now, Ned, darling,” said Nora to her husband, “Please stand beside me for a while when you bring my wine. I do want to taste Lydia’s juices on a rigid cock again. It has been several months since I did so.

“The last time was with those two young Lufthansa pilots you brought around, a couple of months ago, wasn’t it, Lyds?

“Hans and Gunther, I believe,” added Nora. “Both hung like fucking stallions, and both were able to go all night. Did you fuck them both, Ms. Lydia?”

“Yes, both at once, actually,” replied the libidinous pilot, casually. “They provided one of the better DPs I’ve experienced this year,” she added.

“The taller guy, Gunther, manipulated his lovely, long, thick Teutonic dick in my arse with such great skill. Any slight sensation of pain was greatly outweighed by feelings of untrammeled arousal.”

Levi shuddered. Conservative by nature, he had never adapted to his horny wife’s penchant for anal sex. When she spoke of it, he always experienced a confusing mix of annoyance and excitement.

“Cocks peak at around twenty-five,” Nora leered, a cruel smirk on her face. She loved needling her husband, occasionally pointing out that his erect cock nowadays didn’t point quite as vertically as it did fifteen years ago, and that he couldn’t always get it up for three fucks in succession nowadays.

“Anyway, Lyds, how have you been enjoying my husband?” she added.

“Well, you weren’t exaggerating,” Lydia replied. “Your man’s cock really is beautifully thick. “It was great the way he teased me, rubbing his engorged knob against my clit for ages before entering me.

“He did dribble a legendary quantity of pre-cum when you started your filthy tale. I have previously noticed him dampening his trousers during a horny chat. It was great tasting it tonight, seeping out as I licked his sensitive frenulum while we listened to your account of your spit-roast.

“Your missionary-position thrusting has been wonderful, Ned,” added Lydia. “But when you come back to my bed, I’ll get you to fuck me from behind. My nipples are aching for some attention.”

Lydia rolled onto her left side and rubbed her engorged, promiscuous clit as she took in the happenings in the other bed, across the room. Her husband was vigorously ramming his huge, rigid cock into her best friend’s oozing cunt. As she relished Levi’s deep, harsh thrusts, Nora’s head was turned to one side so that she could lick and suck Ned’s erect dick, obscenely sticky from Lydia’s copious juices.

What great camaraderie, sipping excellent wine and exchanging lewd anecdotes, while fucking each other’s horny spouses. This was the randy couple’s first swap, but it undoubtedly wouldn’t be their last.