[Leanna]

Back to training full-time with Wes and Ashley. Over the last few months, I've noticed that the two of them have gotten fairly chummy. It's not a problem, or is it unexpected since they have been working out during the week and I have just been joining them on the weekends? With Rachel deciding to relocate with her family to a different state, I'm back to my regular training schedule of five days a week.

The first week back, I was getting used to the increased volume, but by week two, I was getting more sore than usual. Wes, noticing my wince, inquired as to what was going on. When I reported my symptoms, he said, "You should have Ashley give you a directed massage."

"Hold on, what?" I said.

"As you know, Ashley is getting her massage license, but until she is done training, she only works on people she knows, and they have to direct her."

By then, Ashley had arrived, and I asked, "How did I not know you were doing this?"

"To be fair, my friend, you have been gone a lot, and when you're here, you've seemed a little preoccupied," said Ashley.

"That's fair, but now I'm super interested in what you are doing, and I don't understand the directed part."

"Ok," Ashley begins, "You've had massages before, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then you know that a normal massage therapist has a routine and in the course of that routine they find issues and work on them, right?"

I nod in agreement.

"Well, I'm good with my hands, but I lack the experience to really know what's going on under the surface, so to get practice, I do free massages to a very small group of friends, and they tell me what they need, and the exact location so I can work it out."

"Oh, that sounds delightful! Have you done this, Wes?"

"I have," he responds, "and she does a great job!"

"Well, then, when can you get me in?"

"I'm available anytime tomorrow morning before 11 when I have another client booked."

"Done! I will see you at 10."

The rest of the training went fine and I better understood why those two seemed closer. Ashley had been rubbing Wes's naked body, and who knows how far that had gone. For a brief moment, I felt a little jealous and then remembered the sexcapades I had been enjoying with Rachel. We said our goodbyes, and since tomorrow was a rest day so I could sleep in, get the girls off to school, and get my first directed massage.

I arrived at Ashley's a little early, and she had a portable massage table set up and ready to go. She directed me to get undressed and slide under the sheet while she left the room. Before leaving, I asked the normal question, face up or face down.

"Whichever you prefer. Remember, you will be directing this, and I will just follow your wishes."

"I like the sound of that!"

It wasn't what she said but how she said it. That response was not clinical as you expected in a setting like this; it was more playful.

I quickly disrobed and slid under the sheet, not because I was worried about Ashley seeing me naked. Rachel took care of my body confidence issues, it was because I was eager to get started. Ashley arrived with some warm towels to lay on top of me as she started rubbing my feet. As Ashley's hands moved up my body, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

"Ok, my friend, here's how this goes. I will start at your feet, work on each leg, and then move up to your shoulders. If at any time you notice something in a region I'm working on, you can direct me to focus both on the geographical area and guide me on the pressure."

"Got it. So it's like a game of: you're getting warmer vs you're getting colder."

"I guess it could work that way, but I'm sure we will figure it out."

"Do we need a safe word?" I asked with a devious smile.

"Oh, that's funny," she said, laughing, "You're in quite the feisty mood today."

I just giggled and tried to relax. Ashley's hands were skilled and gentle, yet firm and confident. She worked out the kinks in my muscles, her fingers dancing across my skin with a precision that left me breathless. She was doing a very good job for her experience level, and I complimented her as she moved up to my quads.

"Thanks for that. You still have one of the most well-proportioned bodies that I have ever seen."

"Well, I could say the same thing about you! Your physique has come along nicely since you've started training with us."

"You know that was part of the plan. Train like the people you want to look like."

"That's sweet. You know, I always thought if you were an inch taller and my age, we could pass for twins."

"Oh, Leanna, you're so sweet. You look so young, I think we could pass for twins now."

As she continued to move from my thighs up to my shoulders, I hadn't had any problem areas to focus on. Then a naughty idea hit me.

"So, during a normal massage, the pectoral area on females is always avoided," I said, my voice questioning. "But those muscles need to be worked on, ladies, too, right?"

Ashley's eyes locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"They do, but the rules required for licensed massage therapists prohibit certain areas, and of course, proper draping is an issue."

I raised an eyebrow, my heart beating just a little bit faster.

"But you're not licensed yet, right?"

Ashley's grin grew, her voice taking on a sultry tone.

"Correct."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I asked,

"So if I asked you to work on my pecs, you would accommodate?"

Ashley's eyes never left mine, her voice firm.

"You're the boss,” she said.

With a nod, I gave her the go-ahead.

"Ok then, you know what to do."

Ashley's hands moved down, rolling the sheet down as low as it could go while still covering my nipples. Her fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my whole body. As she worked her way lower, I whispered, "You're getting warmer."

Ashley's chuckle was low and husky, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"If you wanted me to massage your tits, you could have just said so."

I smiled, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Duly noted. Would you please massage my tits?"

Ashley's hands moved to my breasts, cupping and circling them with a gentle yet firm touch. Her palms rubbed over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Someone is enjoying getting her tits massaged, it sounds like," Ashley said, her voice low and sultry. I nodded, my voice still barely above a whisper.

"Yes, I am." Ashley's hands moved down, her fingers trailing over my abdomen.

"Are there any other areas where you would like me to focus on?"

I smiled, my eyes still closed.

"Since you asked and since you're already past the normal boundaries here, would it be possible for you to massage my abs as well? Those never get any attention."

Ashley's hands moved down, her fingers digging into my skin with a firm yet gentle touch. She massaged my abs, her hands moving in a large rotational motion. I felt her eyes on me, her gaze burning with intensity.

As she worked, I felt myself getting more and more aroused. I was wet, my pussy throbbing with need. Ashley's hands moved down, her fingers trailing over my pubic hair.

I whispered, "You're getting warmer."

Ashley's chuckle was barely audible, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Do you still want to do this warmer-colder thing, or do you just want me to rub your pussy?"

I smiled, my voice still barely above a whisper.

"Why, Ashley, let's keep this professional. Rubbing sounds merely sexual, and I am here for a massage."

Ashley's gaze locked onto mine, her eyes burning with intensity.

"What I want you to do is massage my pussy."

Ashley's hands moved down, massaging my pussy, her fingers digging into my skin with a firm yet gentle touch. I moaned, my eyes closing in ecstasy. As she worked, I felt myself getting more and more aroused. I was wet, my pussy throbbing with need. Ashley's fingers moved down, her hands trailing over my anus. I whispered, "You're getting warmer."

Ashley's chuckle was low and husky, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think I'm getting the idea."

With a smile, I nodded. "I think you are."

I moaned, my eyes closing in ecstasy. Ashley's fingers moved back up, her hands trailing over my vagina. She inserted a single finger into my cunt, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

As Ashley moved to the other end of the table, she began to massage my body with a sensual slowness, her fingers tracing the curves of my skin. She took her time, working the tissue around my pubic area with a gentle yet firm touch, maximizing blood flow to the engorged flesh. Her hands danced across my pussy, massaging every inch, yet carefully avoiding my clit - a deliberate tease that left me aching for more. As she worked, I felt my arousal build, my breath catching in my throat.

"Time to flip over," I whispered, my voice determined.

Ashley's eyes looked disappointed.

"You don't want me to finish this part of the massage?" she asked.

I shook my head, my hair rustling against the table.

"Not just yet. My glutes are a little sore, and they need some work."

Ashley's smile grew, her eyes never leaving mine.

"You're the boss," she said, as I repositioned myself on my stomach, giving her access to my backside. As she began to massage my glutes, her hands moved in a rhythmic dance, working out the kinks and tension. I felt my muscles relax, my body melting into the table.

"Just to be clear," Ashley asked, "You want me to focus on massaging your glutes?" I nodded.

"Yes, for now."

Ashley's hands continued to work their magic, moving up and down my backside, her fingers digging deep into my skin. The sheets were discarded, and the room was heating up, the air thick with tension. As she worked, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body aching for release. And then, I decided to take a bold step.

"Actually," I interrupted, "I want you to rub my ass."

"Earlier, you said rubbing sounded sexual."

I smiled, my eyes locked onto hers.

"Exactly. So, really, can I ask you anything, and you will comply?"

Ashley's gaze never wavered, her voice firm.

"With just you and me in here right now, I can't think of anything that you would ask that I wouldn't do."

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"So, if I got up on hands and knees like this," I said, altering my position, "and asked you to massage my asshole while you finger fucked my pussy to climax, you would just do it?"

Ashley's smile grew, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"No, I wouldn't just do that," she teased, her voice low and husky. "I would prefer licking your asshole while finger fucking you," she said, her voice dripping with desire.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, my body aching with anticipation.

"Then, by all means, please tongue fuck my asshole while you finger fuck me."

Ashley's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with intensity.

"You're the boss, and I'm happy to do it."

And with that, she began to work her magic, her tongue and fingers moving in perfect harmony, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. Not only was she happy to do it, but she was very good at it. She had me move forward enough to make room for her to crawl up behind me. I looked back to see her admiring my backside and then shifting to make eye contact with me. She said in just a little more than a whisper, "I have been wanting to do this since the first time we did Nordics in the gym."

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't thinking the same thing."

As Ashley leaned forward, her tongue danced across my skin, landing softly in the middle of my pussy. She licked upwards, her tongue tracing a slow and sensual path to my asshole. The sensation was incredible, and I felt my body tense with anticipation. As she slid a finger into my vagina, the gentle invasion sent shivers down my spine. A second finger followed, and I felt myself opening up to her touch, my body surrendering to the pleasure. Ashley's tongue continued to explore my asshole, her movements delicate and teasing. She curled her fingers down, massaging my G-spot with a gentle yet firm touch. I felt my orgasm building, my body coiling tight with anticipation.

"Holy fuck, girlfriend, you are so fucking good at that," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ashley pulled back, her breath whispering against my ass.

"I am going to finger fuck the cum right out of you," she whispered. "You are going to get off so good." I knew she was right. Her touch was magic, and I was putty in her hands.

"You keep fucking me like this, and I just may squirt all over that pretty little face of yours,"

I warned..

Ashley's response was low and sultry.

"That's the idea, darling. Give it to me."

I reached back, my fingers finding my clit as Ashley continued to work her magic. Her tongue and fingers moved in perfect harmony, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was cumming, my body jerking and convulsing, as Ashley rode the waves with me. As I came down from my orgasm, I dropped my face onto the table, my ass still in the air. Ashley gently cleaned me up, her touch soft and gentle.

"Oh my God, that was incredible," I breathed, my voice still shaking with pleasure.

Ashley's response was warm and sultry.

"For me, too, a dream come true."

I lay there, still catching my breath, before asking, "How long until your next client?"

As I lifted my torso to set back up, Ashley walked around to my side, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"My other client canceled," she said, "but don't feel any pressure to stay. You're free to go whenever you like."

I reached out, taking her head in my hands, and pulled her in for a kiss. Our lips met, and I savored the taste of my own body on her lips. The kiss lingered, a soft and gentle exploration of each other's mouths. As we broke apart, I kissed her again, this time with more passion, and her mouth responded in kind, becoming more needy and demanding. Before we knew it, we were lost in the moment, our desire for each other taking over.

I ripped her clothes off, and we headed to the bedroom, our bodies tangled together in a fervent embrace. I lay her down on the bed, my lips tracing a path of kisses from her head to her neck, down to her breasts, and finally to her beautiful pussy. I teased her with gentle licks and kisses on her thighs, but I knew she was ready, her body aching for release. After a little more teasing, she locked eyes with me, her tone forceful and commanding.

"Don't fuck around too much, I need to cum too, and fucking you has me so hot!"

I raised a wicked smile spreading across my face.

"You're the boss," I said, my voice low and husky.

I dove in, getting a full taste of her, and it was everything I had imagined. I sucked and licked her clit, my tongue working its magic until she was screaming and convulsing, her body shuddering with pleasure. I tongue fucked her, trying to drink in as much of her juice as possible, my mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony. As she came down from her orgasm, I crawled up next to her, our legs entwining as we held each other close. We kissed some more, our lips soft and gentle, until we fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, our bodies sated and content.

Upon waking, it was a little awkward until Ashley lightened the mood. I was nervous about what she made of this whole situation.

"Well, I'm glad we can finally break that long spell of sexual tension."

"You felt it too, huh?"

"Uh, yeah. Now we can relax and just go back to being good friends and training partners."

Feeling a little dejected, yet at the same time, I didn't know how Ashley would fit into my life. I kind of liked having her around. In the long silence, I realized I hadn't responded, so I finally mustered up a sad-sounding, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Unless you kinda like the idea of being occasional fuck buddies?"

That brought a smile to my face, "Yes, I think I would like that!"

"It's settled then," She said.

"Wait a minute," I countered, "I have questions."

"Fire away."

"When we first met, I got the impression you weren't into women."

"No, you asked if I was gay and I'm not."

"So you're bisexual?"

"I would say I am more bi-situational. I've only had one other person that I've had this type of situation with before."

"I guess you could say exactly the same thing about me." I responded, "Next question."

"Great, this is some fun pillow talk."

“I’m glad you like it. So, do your sessions with Wes end like this?”

“I’m going to answer in a way that should make you feel very safe about what just happened. The massage therapist's confidentiality that I maintain forbids me from sharing anything I do with my clients.”

“I guess that should be comforting, but that does nothing for my curiosity.”

“Well, if you must know, I am sure you still have Wes on speed dial.”

Ashley and I hung out for a little longer, and I scheduled a repeat ‘appointment’ for the following week. As I left, my thoughts drifted back to Wes, the man who started it all. I had been harboring a serious craving to have his cock in me again, but something was stopping me.

As I considered this, I came to realize that cheating on my husband with a man felt more violating than playing with a woman. One reason may be that most men would jump at the chance to watch their wife with a woman but not so much with a guy. I worked these thoughts around as well as the longing to keep my slut phase going, without destroying my marriage. I did love Jason, and he was the father of our daughters, and he deserved better. That’s when the idea hit me.

As I pondered my next move, I couldn't help but think about the complexities of our little group. Wes and I had already crossed the line, and now I had Ashley on the side. But I knew that if I wanted to keep playing without any guilt or repercussions, I needed to get my husband, James, on board. And what about Wes's wife, Beth?

The idea was forming in my mind, and I was determined to make it happen. I would get Wes on board, and together, we would subtly manipulate the situation to get our spouses to hook up. It was a master plan, and I was confident it would work. I thought about the dynamics of our group, how I’ve noticed Beth and Jason are more extroverted, while Wes and I are more introverted. Also, Beth and Jason both owned their own businesses, so when the four of us hang out, they would talk shop while Wes and I talk training. It was almost as if we had already formed our own little cliques within the group. But I knew that with a little nudge, we could get the two of them to connect on a more intimate level.

I sent a text to Wes to see if he could meet me in the afternoon to talk about an idea. We picked a coffee shop and set the time for 2:00. That would give just enough time to pitch my idea before picking up the girls after school. As I waited for him to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. This was going to be fun, and I was ready to take the first step towards unleashing our little group's inner desires.

When Wes arrived, he gave me a side hug and sat down across from me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous energy. We had been friends for a while, but I had been having thoughts about him that I couldn't shake. I took a deep breath and decided to be honest with him.

"Thanks for meeting on such short notice."

"Of course, my friend. What's going on?"

I hesitated for a moment before blurting out my confession.

"I've been having these... feelings, about you. I know it sounds crazy, but I've been craving your cock since our one-time hook-up. I know it's wrong, and I don't want to destroy our marriages or hurt anyone we care about."

Wes's expression changed from concern to surprise, and he leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to process what I had just said.

"I had no idea," he said finally, his voice low and even. "But I have to admit, I've had thoughts about you, too, Leanna. You are amazing, and I can’t stop thinking about our connection."

I felt a rush of excitement at his words, but also a sense of trepidation. We were both married, and I didn't want to jeopardize our relationships or hurt our spouses.

"I acted on this impulse once, and it was incredible," I said firmly, trying to sound convincing. "But we have to think about our marriages and our families. I don't want to be the one to cause any pain or destruction."

Wes nodded in agreement, but I could see the desire in his eyes.

"I know," he said. "But it's hard to ignore the chemistry between us. Maybe we can... explore this in a way that doesn't hurt anyone?"

‘That is actually why I wanted to talk, " I said, “you see, I have an idea."

“I’m listening.”

"What if we could get Beth and James to hook up?”

He immediately looked lost.

“Think about it, Wes. If they're occupied with each other, we'll be free to play without any guilt or repercussions."

Wes raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I like the way you think, Leanna. But there’s no way that Beth or James would consider becoming swingers. How do you plan on making it happen?"

I leaned in, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

"Leave that to me. I've been watching them, and I think I know just how to get them together," I said hopefully, “but remind me, you told me a story about something you and Beth had experienced before you had kids?”

Wes nodded, "Oh, the Eric and Carol story. Yes, I worked with Eric, and Nancy was friends with Carol. We were all newlyweds, and Beth and Carol would trade smutty novels. One of them talked about swinging and parallel play, where you don’t swap partners, you just have sex with your partner in the same room as the other couple."

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“Yeah, Carol and Beth said they would never be drunk enough to be able to try something like that until that very thing happened.”

“And what was Beth's reaction the next day?”

“We all thought it was hot, but we also agreed not to do it again.”

“That's what I remembered you saying,” I said while making a plan, “So this will be a long game, maybe months, but I have a feeling it’s worth a shot.”

I explained to Wes that my plan had three parts. First, I was going to lean in close to Beth and set up regular coffee dates to build trust. Then I would feed her the right kind of reading material to get her mind in the right place. Second, we would use a combination of well-placed role play to build on the foundation.

“The third part," I said, my voice determined, "We need to start by setting up a game night, just the four of us. We'll make it a regular thing, a couple of Fridays a month. That way, we can start to build a connection between Beth and James, and get them more comfortable with each other."

Wes nodded, his grin growing wider.

"I like it. And what about us in the meantime?"

I leaned in, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

"We'll play it cool, for now. We'll focus on getting Beth and James together, and then we can see where things go from there.”

We agreed, and with that, our plan was set in motion. We would manipulate the situation, using our charm and cunning to get our spouses to hook up. It was a game of seduction, and we were ready to play. Wes and I left, and as the ever gentleman, he walked me to my car. I turned around and kissed him on the cheek, then whispered in his ear.

“My only regret so far is that I didn’t get to suck your cock when we fucked last time. But soon, I will be sucking your cock while your wife is sucking off James.”

[six months later]

Everything was going to plan. Beth and I had started meeting weekly under the pretense that since she was 20 years older than I, I wanted her to mentor me for which she was flattered. Over the weeks, I had moved the conversations around to our love lives and, before long, our girl talk had gotten a lot spicier.

We also traded reading material as I had planned, which helped fuel the fire. Additionally, Jason had started hormone replacement, which fueled our sex life as well as helped him to see great results in the gym. We were having regular game nights with Beth and Wes, and it always seemed the more Beth drank, the more flirty she would become.

At our next meeting, I decided to turn up the heat and see how Beth would react. I leaned in, a sly grin spreading across my face, and said, "You know, Beth, your advice to up our role-play game really paid off in the bedroom after our last game night."

Beth's eyes sparkled with interest, and she leaned in closer, her voice taking on a curious tone.

"Oh, do tell! I love to hear the details of you kids and your love life."

I paused for a moment, savoring the attention, before continuing.

"Well, for starters, I'm pretty sure my husband has a crush on you, and who can blame him? I mean, you have all of the MILF vibes wrapped up in a beautiful and brilliant businesswoman."

Beth's cheeks started to flush, and she looked away, trying to compose herself.

"Oh, you're being too kind," she said sheepishly, "but I am flattered."

I pressed on, my voice taking on a sultry tone.

"So, anyway, it seems that on game nights when you and James are on the same team, you and he get a little extra flirty. Those nights, he is even more passionate when we get home, if you know what I mean. So, I decided to double down and pretend I was you."

I watched as Beth's expression changed, her eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. She seemed to be processing the information, and I could tell she was intrigued. I leaned in closer, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I mean, I dressed like you, talked like you, even wore my hair like yours. And let me tell you, it drove Jason wild. He couldn't get enough of me, and I could tell he was imagining you the whole time."

Beth's eyes never left mine, her expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity. She seemed to be processing the information, and I could tell she was intrigued. I leaned in closer.

"I have to say, it was kind of exhilarating to be you, even if only for a night. You have this confidence and sensuality that's just infectious."

Beth's cheeks flushed again, and she looked away, trying to compose herself.

"I'm flattered, Leanna," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I have to say, I'm a little surprised. I didn't think you'd be so... adventurous."

I smiled, my eyes locked onto hers. "I'm full of surprises, Beth," I said, my voice low, "and I have to add, I'm really enjoying getting to know you better. You're an amazing woman, and I feel like we really connect."

Beth's eyes snapped back to mine, and I could see what appeared to be a spark of attraction there.

"I feel the same way, Leanna," she said, her voice soft. "You're an amazing woman, and I love your energy."

We sat there for a moment, the tension between us palpable. I could tell that Beth was feeling something, and I was excited to see where things would go. But I knew that I had to be patient, to let things build slowly. I didn't want to scare her off, not yet.

So, shall we grab some coffee again next week?"

I asked, breaking the silence.

"I'd love to continue our conversation." Beth nodded, a smile spreading across her face.

I stood and gave her our normal hug goodbye, and I noticed she held onto me a little longer. Then, out of the blue, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Leanna, for making this 50-year-old woman feel sexy.”

“Oh, you are sexy, Beth, there’s no doubt. And, if I could make a request. If you wouldn’t mind being a little extra flirty around Jason next time, it would pay off for me big time in the bedroom.”

Laughing, she said, “Well, I don’t want to be inappropriate.”

Looking her in the eyes, I took a chance.

“You have my permission to be inappropriate. In fact, that little kiss on the cheek you just gave me, I’m sure Jason would like one of those.”

I could see Beth processing as she turned to leave.

“See you next week,” and she gracefully departed.

I sat back down, pulled out my phone, and sent a text to Wes, asking him to meet me for a quick coffee. I wanted to fill him in on my conversation with Beth and get his thoughts on how to proceed. When Wes arrived, I filled him in on the details of our conversation.

"So, I told her about how Jason has been more passionate when we get home after game nights when she and he are on the same team," I said, "And then I told her that I pretended to be her, and that it really drove Jason wild. But the interesting part was when I asked her to be a little extra flirty with Jason next time, and she seemed to be considering it."

Wes's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a low whistle.

"Wow, you're really playing it bold, aren't you?" he said, a grin spreading across his face.

I nodded, my eyes locked onto his.

"I know it's a risk, but I think it's worth it. And I think Beth is starting to come around. She seemed really intrigued by the idea, and I could tell she was feeling the attraction."

Wes leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

"I think you're right. I've seen the way Beth looks at Jason, and I think she's definitely interested. But we need to be careful, we don't want this to blow up in our faces."

I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities.

"I know, I've been thinking about that. I think we need to keep things slow and casual, at least for now. Maybe we can start by getting them to flirt a bit more at the next game night, and then see where things go from there."

Wes nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"What should I do if she brings up the flirting or roleplay?"

"If Beth brings it up, I think you should suggest that you role-play with her, where you're Jason. That way, she can get a feel for what it would be like to be with him, and we can see how she reacts."

Wes raised an eyebrow.

"I like that idea," he said, "I'll make sure to suggest it to her and see how she responds."

I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities.

"Remember to play it cool, and don't push her too hard. We want her to feel comfortable and excited about the idea, not scared or uncomfortable."

Wes nodded, a grin spreading across his face.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. I'll make sure to make it a night to remember."

The following week, I met up with Wes at a coffee shop, eager to hear about his conversation with Beth.

"So, how did it go?" I asked.

Wes smiled, a sly glint in his eye.

"So, Beth came home that night and she brought up your previous conversation," he said, "She mentioned how you had told her about pretending to be her, and how it had driven Jason wild. She seemed really interested in the idea, and I could tell she was curious about exploring it further."

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued.

"What happened next?" I asked, my eyes locked onto his.

Wes paused for a moment, looking around before responding.

"I invited her to have a nightcap, and we had a few drinks together. She was already a bit tipsy from earlier, and I made sure to keep her glass full. As the night wore on, she got more and more relaxed, and I could tell she was feeling pretty good."

I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities.

"I suggested we take things to the bedroom, and she didn't put up any resistance. As we were getting intimate, I put a blind fold on her and told her that tonight we were going to play make-believe. She said 'Oh, Wes, who are we going to be tonight?' and I said ' You are going to be the lovely MILF you are, and you can call me Jason."

I grinned, my excitement growing.

"How did she react?" I asked, my eyes locked onto his.

"At first, she was a bit hesitant, but as things heated up, she started to let go. She began to moan and squirm, and by the end, she was screaming 'Fuck me, Jason' as she had an earth-shattering orgasm."

I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of Beth surrendering to her desires.

"That's amazing," I said, "I think we're making great progress."

Wes smiled, a sly glint in his eye.

"She didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. She just kept going, and we...well, let's just say we had a pretty intense night."

I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities.

"This is getting interesting," I said, "I think we're getting really close."

At the next game night, we decided to play some cards to lighten the mood. The music was playing in the background, and the drinks were flowing. Beth, in particular, seemed to be enjoying herself, laughing and joking with Jason as they played. As the game continued, I noticed that Beth was getting more and more flirtatious. She was playfully touching Jason's arm, and her laughter was getting more frequent. I could tell that she was feeling more relaxed, and the drinks were definitely having an effect on her.

Wes caught my eye, and I could see the hint of a smile on his face. He knew exactly what was happening, and he was enjoying the show. I raised an eyebrow, and he nodded slightly, as if to say, "This is going to be good".

As the game came to a close, Beth got up to refill her drink, and Jason followed her to the kitchen. I watched as they chatted and laughed together, their bodies close as they leaned in to talk. The tension between them was palpable, and I could tell that Beth was feeling the attraction. Wes leaned in close to me.

"I think it's working," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "She's definitely feeling it, and Jason is eating it up."

I smiled, my mind racing with the possibilities. This was exactly what we had been hoping for.

As the night wore on, we decided to play a game of charades to keep the fun going. Wes dimmed the lights and made the music more soothing. I had made some special cards just for the occasion, and I was excited to see how the game would unfold. We divided into teams as married couples for the first round, with fairly benign actions like "brushing teeth" and "making coffee".

The rules were simple: a player would take turns acting out words or phrases, and their teammate would try to guess what they were. Wes and Beth won the first round, and I suggested we change the teams to mix things up. That's when I pulled out the more... interesting cards. I smiled innocently as I handed them out, but I could see the spark of excitement in Beth's eyes.

"Alright, let's get started," I said, trying to sound casual. "Beth and Jason, you're up first. One of you acts out your phrase, and see if the other team member can guess what it is."

Beth and Jason exchanged a glance, and I could see the tension between them building. Beth stood up and read the card, which said French Kissing. Beth took a deep breath and then started acting out her phrase. I could see the color rising to her cheeks. She was being surprisingly suggestive, and I could sense the awkwardness in the air. Jason, on the other hand, looked like he was trying not to laugh. Wes and I were watching with great interest, trying to guess what the phrase was.

Beth pretended to kiss an invisible person, using exaggerated motions and facial expressions. She even added some dramatic sighs and swooning, which made Jason chuckle. I could see the tension between them building. As Beth continued to act out her phrase, Jason's eyes never left hers. He was watching her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, and I could sense the attraction between them growing.

As Beth started to get frustrated that Jason wasn't getting it. Finally, in a dramatic flourish, she plopped down on the couch and grabbed Jason's face, starting to French kiss him. The room fell silent, and I could feel the shock and surprise emanating from Wes and me. We had expected the game to be fun and flirtatious, but we hadn't expected things to escalate so quickly. Jason, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself, and he kissed Beth back with enthusiasm. When Beth pulled away, you could see her labored breathing.

“French kiss,” Jason said to be sure his team earned their points for guessing correctly.

I acknowledged that he was correct, and I stood to take our turn and put the score on the board. But when I turned around, I froze at what I saw. Beth and Jason had resumed kissing. And it wasn’t just for play, it was for real. Beth was straddling Jason's lap in a tongue-dulling lip lock. Jason's hands were caressing Beth's back as they were making out.

As they kissed, the tension in the room grew thicker. Wes and I exchanged a glance, and I could see the excitement and curiosity in his eyes. We had set out to push the boundaries and create a fun and flirtatious atmosphere, and it seemed like we had succeeded.

I leaned over to Wes and whispered to follow my lead as I took his hand and led him to the couch. I had him sit next to Jason, just close enough not to disturb Jason and Beth. They were all consumed with their kiss, so I straddled Wes's legs and started making out with him. I could feel the energy in the room shift. Beth, noticing what was happening, deepened their kiss. The two couples were now in a mirrored position, lost in their own passionate moments.

The air was electric with tension and excitement, and I could feel the chemistry between the four of us building. Wes's hands were on my hips, pulling me closer as we kissed, and I could sense Jason's eyes on us, watching with interest. Beth, feeling more comfortable and relaxed, started to get more into the kiss, her hands roaming over Jason's chest and shoulders. Jason, responding in kind, pulled her closer, his hands on her waist and back.

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, kisses, and soft moans. It was as if we had all crossed a threshold, leaving our inhibitions behind and embracing the passion and desire that had been building all night. As I pulled back from Wes's kiss, I caught Beth's eye, and we shared a sparkling glance. It was as if we were both thinking the same thing.

As I slipped down to my knees in front of Wes, I could feel the excitement and anticipation building inside me. Beth saw my movements and broke free of the kiss to watch what I was doing. I slowly started to lower Wes’s zipper, my eyes locking onto Beth's as I did so. I wanted to see how she would react, if she would be turned on by the sight of me pulling Wes’s cock out of his pants.

Beth's eyes were fixed on us, her gaze intense and curious. She seemed to be frozen in place, unsure of how to react. Jason, on the other hand, was still kissing Beth's neck and moving his hands down to her ass. As I continued to lower Wes's zipper, Beth's eyes dropped to my hands, and she seemed to be mesmerized by the sight. I could sense a mix of emotions in her - excitement, curiosity, and a hint of nervousness.

Jason, sensing Beth's distraction, pulled back and looked at her, then at us. He seemed to be waiting for a cue, unsure of how to proceed. It was as if we were all holding our breath, waiting to see what would happen next. I slowly pulled Wes's zipper down, my eyes never leaving Beth's.

Beth said breathlessly, "What are we doing, Leanna? This is wrong. We are not swingers."

I looked up at Beth, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. I could see the conflict within her, the desire to explore this new and forbidden territory warring with her doubts and fears.

"We're not swingers, Beth," I said, my voice reassuring. "We're just four friends, exploring our desires. We're not committing to anything, we're just seeing where the moment takes us."

I paused, my eyes locked onto hers.

"You can stop anytime you want, Beth. We're not going to pressure you into anything. But I have to ask, are you really going to stop now, when things are just getting interesting?"

I smiled, a sly smile spreading across my face.

"You're curious, Beth. I can see it in your eyes. You want to know what it's like to feel the thrill of the unknown. And I'm offering you that, right here, right now."

I leaned forward, my voice taking on a persuasive tone.

"Come on, Beth. Let go of your inhibitions. Let's see where the night takes us. We can always stop, we can always go back to our normal lives. But for now, let's just enjoy the moment and see where it leads us."

As I am speaking, I am rising up closer to Beth's face. She gave me her answer when she moved rapidly, pressing her lips to mine. As our lips touched, I felt a surge of excitement and passion. Beth's kiss was fierce and intense, and I could sense the hunger and desire behind it. I wrapped my arms around her, deepening the kiss, and felt her melt into me. The room around us seemed to fade away, and all that was left were the two of us, lost in the moment. I could feel Wes's eyes on us, and Jason's too, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the sensation of Beth's lips on mine and the sparks that were flying between us.

As we broke apart for air, I saw the look of excitement and trepidation in Beth's eyes. She was scared, but she was also curious, and I knew that she was ready to take the next step. I smiled and leaned in close, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Now that we've crossed that line, there's no going back," I said, my eyes locked on hers. "Are you ready to see where it goes from here?" Beth's eyes flicked to Jason, and then to Wes, before coming back to mine. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes, I'm ready."

She glanced over at Jason, who was watching us with a hungry gaze, and then back at me. I turned to Wes, who was watching us with a curious expression. "I think it's time we got started," I said.

Wes nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm ready when you are," he said, his voice filled with desire.

I turned back to Beth and Jason, who were already moving into position. Beth was kneeling in front of Jason, her hands reaching out to undo his pants.

As I knelt back down in front of Wes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Beth quick to release Jason’s cock from his pants was already engulfing him. The sounds of her moans and his groans filled the air as I looked up at Wes, who was watching me with a hungry gaze. I smiled, remembering that I had predicted this exact scenario six months earlier when we hatched this plan. As I took his cock into my mouth, I could feel his eyes on me, watching me with a mixture of desire and admiration. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the air thick with tension.

I could hear Beth's moans growing louder, and Jason's groans becoming more intense. I sucked Wes's cock with all my might, feeling his hands on my head, guiding me as I moved up and down. As I looked over at Beth and Jason, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal. They were lost in their own world, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. I felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly replaced by my own desire and pleasure. I continued to suck Wes's cock, feeling his pleasure build. Before the boys were about to blow, I pulled off and asked Beth a naughty question.

“So tell me, Beth, would you rather swallow my husband's cum or have him shoot it into your wet pussy?”

Beth's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at me with a mixture of shock and arousal. She glanced over at Jason, who was watching us with a hungry gaze, and then back at me. But she paused and looked to Wes just to be sure.

Beth asked with a trembling voice, "Are you sure you are ok with this, honey?”

Wes looked at me and then his wife with a calm and collected expression and nodded his head in agreement.

"I'm more than okay with it, baby," he said, his voice filled with reassurance. "I want you to be happy, and if this is what you want, then I'm thrilled to see you get it."

He smiled and reached out to gently stroke her hair, his touch making her quiver with excitement.

"You know I love you, and I trust you completely. If you want to do this Beth, then I'm okay with it."

I looked at Wes, searching for any signs of hesitation or uncertainty, but all I saw was love and support in his eyes. I smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude and affection for him.

"Thank you, baby," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I love you too."

With Wes's approval, she turned back to me.

"I...I think I'd like to feel it in my pussy," she said, with a sound of resolve..

I nodded, as I knew that this was what she wanted, and I was happy to give it to her. I helped Beth quickly disrobe, and I could feel her trembling with desire. I could see the wetness spreading between her legs and I smiled, knowing that she was ready for this. I gently guided Beth to the couch, straddling Jason, who had dropped his trousers.

I watched as Jason's hands grasped Beth's hips, guiding her down onto his cock. I reached out to hold Jason's cock as Beth lowered herself down. She let out a moan of pleasure as she felt Jason's cock enter her, and I could see the desire building in her eyes. I felt a sense of excitement and pleasure, knowing that Beth was enjoying herself. I looked over at Wes, who was watching us with a hungry gaze. I could see the desire building in his eyes, and I knew that he was eager to join in on the fun.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against Beth's ear. "Enjoy yourself, Beth," I whispered, "Let go of your inhibitions and let the pleasure take over." Beth nodded, her eyes filled with pleasure.

As Jason placed his hands on Beth's ample breasts, her head dropped back as she began to grind on Jason’s cock. could see the desire building in her, and I knew that she was ready to let go and enjoy the moment. I leaned back, watching as Jason and Beth moved together, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear. "Are you okay, Beth?" I whispered.

Beth nodded, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Yes," she whispered back. "This feels so good."

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I knew that Beth was enjoying herself, and that's all that mattered.

With my eyes locked on hers, I thought now was my chance.

"Beth, I don’t want to make assumptions, but would you mind terribly if I fuck your husband? I want to feel his cock inside me, like you are feeling Jason in you. Can I have your permission to do that?"

Beth's eyes looked at me with a mixture of excitement and desire. She smiled, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"Leanna," she said with a pause, "You can do whatever you want to my husband. He's yours for the taking. But be gentle with him, he's not used to a young woman like you."

I smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.

As I turned to Wes, I heard Beth's voice behind me, her tone husky with desire.

"Jason, I want you to take me to my bedroom and fuck me properly," she said, her words sending a shiver down my spine.

I smiled, sensing the desire building between Beth and Jason, and I knew that they were ready to take their passion to the next level. I turned my attention back to Wes, my eyes locked on his.

"It seems like Beth and Jason are going to take care of themselves," I said, my voice low and sultry. "But I'm still interested in taking care of you."

Wes looked at me, his eyes locked on mine.

I straddled Wes, feeling his cock press against my entrance. I smiled and, as I lowered myself onto him, I felt a rush of pleasure and satisfaction. As we began to move together, I leaned in close to Wes, my lips brushing against his ear.

"We did it," I whispered. "We got our spouses to fuck each other. I have to say, I'm feeling pretty victorious right now."

Wes smiled, his eyes locked on mine.

"Me too," he said, "I have to admit, I was a little surprised when Beth agreed to it. But I'm glad she did. This is incredible."

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"I know, right? I was a little nervous at first, but once we got started, it just felt so natural. And now, watching Beth and Jason together... It's just amazing."

Wes looked over at the closed bedroom door, where Beth and Jason had disappeared.

"I know," he said, "I can hear them in there. They're really going at it."

I smiled, "I'm glad we could make this happen."

Just as Wes and I were getting into a nice rhythm, we heard Beth scream.

"Pound me with that thirty-year-old cock of yours. Let me have it!"

I couldn't help but laugh at Beth's enthusiasm.

"I think it's safe to say she's enjoying herself," I said, smiling at Wes.

Wes chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Definitely," he agreed. "I've never heard her talk like that before."

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear.

"I think we've unleashed a wild side of her," I whispered. Wes's eyes locked on mine.

"I think you might be right," he said, as we continued to move together.

I could hear Beth's cries of pleasure growing louder, and I knew that she was losing herself in the moment. I felt a sense of pride, knowing that we had helped her to let go of her inhibitions and indulge in her desires. Suddenly, Jason's voice echoed from the bedroom.

"You want it hard? You want it rough?"

Beth's response was immediate.

"Yes, yes, give it to me!"

It seemed like Beth and Jason were really getting into it, and I was eager to see where this would lead.

Wes then said, “I think we should follow their lead. Let's go to the spare room and let me give you a proper fucking.

I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement at Wes's suggestion.

"I'd love that," I said, as Wes hoisted me up and carried me down the hall.

The sounds of Beth and Jason's passion grew fainter as we moved further away. As we entered the spare room, Wes closed the door behind us, and we were enveloped in a warm, intimate silence. I looked up at Wes, my eyes locking on his, and I could see the desire burning in them.

“Do me a favor. For years, I have been your gym wife. Tonight, treat me like your real wife. Fuck me like you own me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Wes smiled with his whole face, and he pulled me close. His lips crashed down on mine in a passionate kiss. I felt a rush of excitement as Wes's hands roamed over my body, caressing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. I knew that this was going to be an incredible experience, and I was eager to see where it would lead.