1. Sandy, Debbie, Matt and I: Wife Swap


    Date: 11/1/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    a week,” Matt remarked. I could tell Matt wasn’t a happy camper. “Well,” I responded, “I’d take one night with her any week.” To my surprise, Matt responded, “She’s all yours, but this would have to a quid pro quo. Do you think Deb would go along with it?” I was only joking, but Matt’s response made me think seriously about his offer. I grabbed my beer and Deb’s Tequilia Sunrise, while Matt did the same for Sandy. We repeated the drinks a couple of more times. While Matt and I talked about an upcoming training exercise, Deb and Sandy talked about their respective jobs. Eventually, Mother Nature took her course and Deb and Sandy headed for the ladies’ room. Both Matt and I watched as they walked across the dimly lit club. The Club had a small band and a dance floor. After about an hour of drinking, and with our inhibitions pretty much dropped, we hit the dance floor. Matt was not much of a dancer and neither was I, but both Sandy and Deb insisted that we put off our “shop talk” to another day. A lot of the more senior-ranking officers had left the party, including our Battalion Commander. At one point, I stepped over to the bar, and Matt joined me as we left our wives dancing with each other on the small wooden dance floor. The music slowed, and Debbie stepped over to where Matt and I stood. “Do you mind?” Deb asked, looking at me as she took Matt’s hand. “Not at all,” I remarked. Deb put her arms around Matt’s neck and he rested his hands, very gentleman like. on the small ...
    of Deb’s back, as they slow danced across the wooden dance floor. I noticed Sandy sitting alone, on the couch in the corner. I stepped over to where Sandy was seated and sat down beside her. “I think Matt likes Debbie,” Sandy remarked. I had to agree. “She was worried about her skirt being too short,” I remarked. “It looks good on her,” Sandy replied. The slow dance ended, and as Deb and Matt approached I noticed a tear in Deb’s panty hose. When she sat down next to me, it worsened. Deb was mortified. “Oh my God!” she whispered, as she leaned over next to me. “What do I do?” “Take them off,” I replied. “you’ve got great looking legs, no one will care.” “But I’m not wearing any panties,” Deb whispered. “Don’t bend over,” I replied. “But my skirt is too short,” Deb shot back. “It’s okay,” I replied. “We’ll head home in a bit, so it doesn’t matter.” Deb leaned over and said something to Sandy. The next thing I knew, Deb and Sandy were heading to the ladies’ room, for a third time. Matt scooted over next to me on the couch. “You’re a lucky sumabitch,” Matt remarked. “Do you think Sandy likes me?” I asked. “Hell, I don’t know,” Matt responded. “there's no telling. . .” I was on my own. I knew Deb liked Matt, but I had no idea to what extent. I think she was playing it cool, just to keep from hurting my feelings. A few minutes later, the girls wandered back over our way. Deb was sans panty hose. She sat down beside me and crossed her legs. I knew she was now commando and it made me ...
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