This happened a lot of years ago, not long after I had got married. We decided to have our first BBQ, so we invited our friends and new neighbours.

On the Saturday of the BBQ, guests started to arrive, and we were surprised by how many we had invited. In the end, there must have been around thirty to forty people.

Everyone seemed to have a great time. The food and weather were great, and it ran long into the night.

Finally, after everyone had left, it was just the wife, me, my old school buddy Pete and his young wife Rose.

Our new garden looked messy with empty beer cans and paper plates. The four of us sat laughing and chatting about the party, and drank some more, far too much really.

My wife, Sandra, got up and went for more drinks. As she left, my mate Pete said, "What an ass. If you ever want to swap, give me a call."

Before I could answer, Sandra returned with the drinks and asked what we were talking about. Pete told her we were talking fantasy, and she said, "That sounds fun. What's yours, Pete?"

Pete told us his was wife swapping.

Sandra said, "That could be a lot of fun. What's yours, dear?"

I told the group my fantasy was a threesome, which made my wife giggle and then say, "Great, because mine is sleeping with a woman."

As she said it, she placed her hand on Rose's leg. Rose smiled and said, "They all sound great, but mine's naughtier. I get off to strangers grabbing me and gangbanging me."

We all sat stunned at what sweet little Rose had just told us. Pete laughed and said, "Very funny, stop messing about."

With that, Rose got up and started staggering towards the house, then stopped and turned to us and said, "Why do you always laugh at me, Pete? That's my fantasy."

She turned and wobbled, then headed to the house.

Sandra jumped up and said, "I'll go make sure she makes it a bed safely. I'll see you boys in the morning."

As she got to the back door, Pete shouted, "Don't go having any fun without us."

My wife replied, "Not tonight, it's late and we've all had too much to drink." Turned and went inside.

After the wives had left, we quietly sat drinking our beers when I noticed Pete was playing with his cock. So I said, "You've gone quiet. What's up?"

Pete answered, "Just thinking about our wives alone in your bedroom. I'd love to watch them."

As he spoke, he slipped his hand into his shorts. I watched his hand in his shorts, slowly rubbing his cock, and said, "Do you think Rose would be up for that?"

Pete smiled and said, "I do hope so and then maybe let us join in. I'd love to see you fuck her while Sandra sucks on my cock."

The thought of that and seeing Pete play with his cock was getting me hard too. Thinking of Sandra and Rose was really turning me on.

Pete said, "Nice tent, mate. Those fantasies have got us both hard. I never knew that about my Rose. I'd love to watch her with someone else. Shall we go in and have some fun?"

"Not tonight. You heard Sandra, we've all drunk too much to enjoy it. I can't believe what Rose said. She looks so sweet."

Pete pulled his cock out and said, "Fuck yes, she's got me so hard. We should make her fantasy come true."

It's not the first time I've seen his cock. It didn't look any different from mine, really, even after a few years.

"Still looking good, Pete. That would be hot, but are you sure that wasn't just drunk talk?"

Pete had a wicked smile and said, "I don't care at the moment. It's now our fantasy too. Get your cock out and tell me what you'd like to do."

I whipped my cock out and joined him. We spent the next hour sitting opposite each other, stroking and talking about our wives and what we would like to do, until I shot my load over my hand. A few seconds later, Pete came too.

A couple of months later, near the end of August, Pete phoned me asking if I was still up for the fantasy. I told him I couldn't wait, and he told me to meet him at his place on Thursday at two with my van.

Thursday came, and I cleaned out the van and went to Pete's. When I got there, old friends of ours, Ian and Dave, were there. Pete gave us masks and told us where Rose would be and some ground rules, which we all agreed to.

We had a quick drink, and Pete said, "We'd better make a move because she's finishing work soon, and he'd drive."

He grabbed his video camera, and we left. Nobody said a word apart from Pete, who sounded very excited, and said, "Rose would be at the bus stop wearing a pin-striped suit, white blouse, red tie, black tights and shoes."

We got there, and Dave, who was the biggest, jumped out of the van and waited. We drove down the road and waited for her. We didn't wait long till we saw Rose walk up to the bus stop, Pete drove up, and we opened the side door, Dave bundled Rose in, and we drove off.

Rose was screaming and shouting, saying her husband would kill us. I grabbed hold of her wrists and held them above her head, and Ian struggled with her legs. Dave ripped her blouse open, and we saw her tiny white bra. Ian managed to lift her skirt and ripped off her tights and white lace knickers. As Pete pulled over in a lane and started filming, Ian got his cock out and started pushing into Rose, which stopped her screaming and shouting.

Rose stopped struggling and started to moan as Ian pumped his cock in and out of her. I released her hands and got my cock out. I pushed it against her lips and, to my surprise, she took it straight in her mouth and started sucking it. It wasn't long before Ian pulled his cock out and came on her skirt and belly. Dave pushed him out of the way and got out his huge cock and forced it into her.

He pushed his full 10 inches of black cock deep into her in one go, causing her to bite on my cock before screaming, "Get it out of me, let me turn over."

We turned her over and she got on all fours, then said, "What are you waiting for? Fuck me," before grabbing my cock and sucking on me hard.

Suddenly she was no longer a shy, sweet woman, but a sex crazed woman who knew what she wanted. All this time her husband was filming us, but now he had his cock in his hand. Her sucking got harder and faster, until I couldn't take any more and shot my first load in her mouth. She pulled me out just as my second spurt shot onto her face and into her beautiful blonde hair. She quickly put me back in her mouth and sucked the last of my cum out of me.

As she released me, Pete got into the back of the van and quickly shot his load over her, just as Dave pulled out and cum over her ass and skirt.

We all quickly sorted ourselves out, and dropped her ten minutes away from her home, with what clothes she still had on and drove off.

Half an hour later we went back, but she had gone, so Pete jumped out of the van and started to walk home. I went and dropped off the other two and returned to Pete and Rose's house.

Pete answered the door and said, "Rose wasn't there."

So I told him to start ringing her parents and friends, while I had a drive around to see if I could see her. After about two hours from when we left her, I went home to phone Pete.

As I opened my front door, I was met by my wife, who said, "Rose was on the doorstep when she came home, and she was in a mess and wouldn't talk, so I sent her for a shower and was just going to wash her clothes."

So I rang Pete to let him know his wife was at mine. Half an hour had passed when Rose entered the kitchen in Sandra's little robe. We made her a coffee, and she told us what happened. Sandra wanted to call the police, but Rose told her she didn't want Pete knowing what had happened.

I said, "It's a bit late for that. Pete was there—he arranged it. He wanted you to have your fantasy."

Then I remembered her handbag was in the back of my van, so I asked her how she got to our house and she said, "She started walking but was lucky a taxi passed by and she waved it down. But when she got here no one was in."

Sandra asked her how she paid, and she said, "I sucked the driver off and swallowed his load."

Sandra said, "I think your clothes are done. Let's get you upstairs and sort you out."

But that's another story.