The Swap

A quickie.

A knee-trembler up against the wall of the hotel balcony.

Angela threw back her head. She released a sigh of obvious satisfaction. In the same moment Rob held himself rigid. Spasms seemed to ripple through his body. Sophie caught a glimpse of her husband’s face and saw he was grinning tightly through a bitter and powerful elation. The expression made her want to kiss him and enjoy the aftermath of his pleasure.

‘We’ve been together now for seven years.’ Philip answered her question, diverting her attention away from the scene on the balcony and back to him. ‘If I believed in the legend I suppose I’d be ready to have an affair by now.’

‘Really?’ Sophie guessed it was time to make a provocative move. ‘I expect there’s a waiting list of candidates desperate to fill that role for you. Where would I have to sign up?’

‘Perhaps I could give you a probing interview later this evening?’

She grinned at him. She had been right. Her worries that her playdar had missed the mark were completely unfounded. Philip was assailing her with the James Bond-esque banter she always associated with making new friends from the lifestyle.

‘It sounds like it could be quite a rigorous selection process.’

‘It would be quite a demanding position.’

‘But I suspect it would be a satisfying role.’

They were chuckling together at the jokes when Rob and Angela returned. If Philip noticed that his wife’s hair was awry, or that the lipstick had been kissed from her lips, he was too gentlemanly to mention it. Sophie took the opportunity to brush invisible flecks of dust from the lapels of Rob’s jacket, trying not to make the action look proprietorial. Rob was perspiring heavily, probably because of the cloying heat and the exertion of satisfying Angela, Sophie thought. And she wanted to kiss him and ask him how Angela had felt wrapped around his cock.

‘Isn’t it a lovely necklace?’ Philip asked.

‘I could have spent the whole evening admiring it,’ Rob admitted.

‘Why don’t you take another look?’ Sophie suggested. ‘Philip and I can go and get fresh drinks for us all from the bar.’ She turned to Philip and said, ‘You don’t mind giving me a helping hand, do you, Philip? We can discuss that job vacancy you mentioned.’

He was standing and beside her in a moment. She was pleased to see that he stood awkwardly, clumsily disguising his erection as he hurried to keep up with her. She walked briskly towards the bar, confident he would be close behind her. And she had no hesitation in stepping into the Gents toilets before they reached the bar.

Philip followed her.

She dragged him into a cubicle. Slamming the door closed behind them, she pushed herself into his embrace. His body was as lean and hard and as muscular as she had imagined it would be. When his mouth met hers she realised she was being kissed by that lazy, dangerous smile that had already turned her insides into fluttering, horny butterflies.

There was no need for words.

It was easier to simply let their actions do the talking.

She pushed her hands beneath his jacket, taking in the contours of the muscles beneath his shirt. He had a broad chest. His biceps were huge and bulging. As she moved her hands to his back, then down to his buttocks, she thought the muscles felt like steel beneath the skin.

The idea made her yearn for him with renewed force.

At the same time as she explored his body, Philip was pawing at her breasts through the thin cotton of her blouse.

She pressed into him, desperate to feel more.

Unconsciously, she bucked her hips forward and rubbed the mound of her sex against his leg. The friction was deliciously satisfying. She wanted to rub harder and more vigorously but the confines of the cubicle didn’t allow for much movement.

Her hand snaked to his groin. She unzipped his trousers with a practised flick of her wrist and then her fingers were closer to freeing his erection. He wore no pants and she immediately touched the bare skin of his cock. The length seemed satisfyingly thick and pleasantly long. She stroked her hand back and forth along him, enjoying the way her caresses made his kisses more ferocious.

‘I came prepared,’ she murmured.

She held up the emergency rubber from her purse.

He grinned and nodded. ‘Is that my size?’

‘Shall we try it on and find out?’

As she ripped the condom from the packet, Philip’s fingers disappeared between her thighs. She shivered as he caressed upwards with determined urgency. And then she held herself still as he pressed his touch against the crotch of her panties. There was a thin layer of cotton separating her sex from the skin-on-skin touch of his fingers against her wetness.

The nearness of that intimacy was enough to make her shiver.

She had been excited before but now she was so close to climax that teasing was almost painful. Her breath came out in ragged sighs. Her chest heaved and fell in soft, agonised shards. She met the steel of his gaze and tried not to be thrilled by the cruelness of his cool smile.

He rubbed a finger against the centre of her cotton-covered crotch.

She bristled.

Gently, he stroked another finger against the side of her panties, stroking the bare skin at the top of her thighs. Although Sophie had no way of seeing what he was doing, she could mentally envision the movement of his finger sliding against the soft flesh. She suspected his touch was lubricated by her perspiration and the moisture from the centre of her crotch.

Then he was peeling the panties aside.

She moaned.

It felt as though her damp gusset was kissing goodbye to her moist labia. The movement of the fabric caressed her sex with a cooling balm of fresh air.

Urgently, Sophie rolled the rubber over Philip’s erection. As soon as it was in place she tugged him between her thighs and guided the tip of his thick length to her sex. Trembling, she nestled her lips over him and then met his gaze again.

Philip was still smiling.

Bracing herself for the pleasurable thrill of his penetration, Sophie slowly lowered herself on to his cock.

They both groaned. She rode swiftly up and down on him, wanting to make the moment stretch out for an age, but knowing that this would only be a rushed and delightfully satisfying quickie. The lack of glamour in their surroundings, and the lack of comfort in having to have sex while standing, was working against her. But, rather than complain about the conditions, Sophie figured she would take as much from the experience as she could.

She squeezed her inner muscles tight around him and savoured the climactic thrill of the pleasure flooding through her body. In the same moment, as the orgasm shattered through her body, Sophie felt Philip’s erection pulse deep inside her sex.

She pushed him away as soon as his cock had stopped throbbing. ‘You go and get the drinks from the bar,’ she told him. Reaching down to his diminishing erection, she snatched the condom from him and said, ‘I’ll dispose of this and freshen up before I come back.’

He nodded. And then he was gone.

Sophie waited until she’d heard the door of the Gents close before she left the cubicle and went to the bathroom mirror. She dropped the used condom into a convenient waste bin and then checked her reflection.

Her heartbeat was pounding furiously.

The encounter had been sufficiently brief so that it hadn’t upset her clothes or her make-up. A veneer of perspiration covered her brow and her cleavage but that could have been dismissed as effects of the stifling African heat.

Deliberately, she unfastened her blouse and then refastened it with one button in the wrong place. It was a sign she had often used with Rob to surreptitiously tell him that she had been playing with someone else. Satisfied with the way she looked, Sophie rushed out to join Philip and maintain the pretence of normalcy.

‘The barman was a little slow,’ she explained as she and Philip rejoined Rob and Angela at the table.