The Swap. Various

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      Angela melted against him.

      Sophie could sympathise with the woman. When Rob was turning on the charm it was impossible to resist him. Even watching the exchange, Sophie felt an echo of the thrill that Angela was clearly enjoying.

      Rob’s hand fell to Angela’s breast. He caressed her through the fabric of her thin cotton top. Angela made no objection to his hand being there. Instead she leaned into him. One hand dropped below the level of the window and Sophie guessed that Angela was exploring the shape of Rob’s erection.

      She envied her husband taking advantage of Angela and the isolation of the hotel’s balcony. She only wished Philip was as responsive.

      ‘Have you and Angela been together long?’ Sophie asked.

      It crossed her mind that perhaps her playdar had misled her.

      Certainly Angela was enjoying herself with Rob. Sophie figured, if she closed her eyes and listened intently, she would have heard Angela’s stifled cries as she muffled her sighs of pleasure beneath Rob’s touch.

      But what Rob had with Angela was very different from what Sophie found she had with Philip.

      Conversation with Philip was like pulling teeth.

      She supposed it could be that he and Angela lived the lifestyle, but that Philip didn’t find her attractive and had no interest in trying to have her. Sophie tried to quickly dismiss that thought, sure it was impossible for any man to resist her innate desirability. But it was enough to wound her self-confidence.

      She glanced over Philip’s shoulder and saw that Rob and Angela were still taking advantage of the balcony’s solitude. Their passionate kiss had turned into a ferociously intimate interlude. The top of Angela’s dress was pulled down exposing a bare, pert breast. Rob clutched at her with one hand, his fingers buried punishingly hard into her soft flesh. Sophie could tell, from the way he was bucking and thrusting against her, that her husband’s erection was buried deep inside Angela.

      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 СКАЧАТЬ