The fourth glass of wine was a mistake. Or maybe it was a genius move. I couldn’t tell anymore. The warm, fuzzy glow had melted away the usual boundaries, the ones we’d all meticulously maintained for years. Laughter came easier, hands lingered on shoulders a moment too long, and the space between us on the couch felt charged with something new.Anna was the one who finally said it. She swirled the deep red liquid in her glass, a mischievous, slightly wicked smile playing on her lips. “You know what would be absolutely fucking wild?” she asked, her voice a low purr that silenced the rest of our easy chatter.My husband, David, chuckled, his hand resting comfortably on my thigh. “What’s that, Anna? Skydiving naked?”“Better,” she said, her eyes sparkling as they flicked from David to me, then to her own husband, Mark. “What if we swapped for one night?”The room didn’t just go quiet; the air itself seemed to solidify. The playful energy coalesced into a heavy, tangible thing, thick with possibility. I felt my breath catch in my throat, a sharp, silent intake. My eyes immediately shot to David. His smile had frozen, his gaze locked on me, searching my face for a reaction. It wasn’t a look of anger or jealousy. It was pure, unadulterated curiosity. A question.I looked at Mark. His usual easygoing grin had shifted into something more intense, more… interested. He didn’t look away from me. The attention from both men, the weight of Anna’s proposition, made my skin feel hot and sensitive.Did she just say that? Out loud?My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. This was Mark. My friend. Anna’s husband. The guy who always burned the burgers on the grill and told terrible puns. And David… my David. The man I’d built a life with. The thought of him with Anna, of her hands on him, should have sent a bolt of jealous rage through me. Instead, a totally different heat bloomed low in my belly, a traitorous, thrilling warmth.Anna laughed again, breaking the tension but not dispelling it. “Oh, come on! Look at your faces. I’m just joking. Mostly.”But she wasn’t. I could see it in the way she was watching David, a bold, appraising look I’d never seen her give him before. It was a game of chicken, and she’d just slammed on the accelerator.David’s fingers squeezed my thigh. “What do you think?” he murmured, his voice husky. The question was for me alone, but in the quiet room, everyone heard it.This was the line. The one we could never uncross. I thought of Mark’s strong hands, the way he’d looked at me. I thought of David, my sweet, familiar David, and the unknown territory in Anna’s eyes. A reckless, wine-fueled courage surged through me. I looked right at Anna, a slow smile spreading across my own face.“Let’s do it.”The words were out before I could stop them, clear and certain. Anna’s eyebrows shot up in delighted surprise. Mark let out a soft, low chuckle that did something dangerous to my insides. David’s eyes widened, and then a slow, answering smile spread across his face—a smile of pure, shocked arousal.It was Anna who moved first. In one fluid motion, she set her glass down and stood, extending a hand to David. Her voice was a soft command. “You. Bedroom. Now.”David looked at me one last time, a silent question and a promise in his eyes. I gave him a tiny, frantic nod, my heart hammering. It’s okay. Go. He took Anna’s hand, and she led him away from the couch, toward the guest bedroom down the hall. I couldn’t look away. I watched the shape of them disappear into the shadows of the hallway, the door clicking shut behind them with a sound that seemed to echo through the entire house.And then it was just Mark and me.The silence in the living room was deafening. The only light came from a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows. I could feel the weight of Mark’s gaze on me. I finally turned to look at him. He hadn’t moved, but his posture had changed. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes dark and focused entirely on me.“Well,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through me. “Here we are.”He didn’t wait for a reply. He simply closed the distance between us on the couch, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. His touch was firm, sure. Nothing like David’s. It was new. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating.“I’ve thought about this,” he whispered, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Fuck, I’ve thought about this.”And then his mouth was on mine.It wasn’t a gentle, exploratory kiss. It was deep and hungry from the start, his tongue claiming my mouth with a confidence that left me dizzy. I gasped into him, my hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. He tasted like red wine and something else, something uniquely him. My head was spinning, a mess of this is wrong and oh god, yes.He broke the kiss, his breath warm against my lips. His eyes were blazing. I could feel the hard line of his cock straining against his jeans where his thigh pressed against mine. My own body was screaming for more, every nerve ending alive and begging for his touch. I was wet, aching with a need I had no business feeling for this man.From down the hall, a sound cut through the heavy silence. A low, throaty moan. Anna. It was followed by a deep, masculine groan I knew intimately. David.The sounds of them, of my husband and my best friend, fucking in the next room, sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lightning straight through me. My eyes met Mark’s. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.“Sounds like they’re having fun,” he murmured, his voice dripping with promise. His hand slid from my jaw, down my neck, coming to rest on the button of my jeans. His knuckles brushed against the feverish skin of my lower stomach.“My turn.”

After drinking wine, Anna suggests a wild idea to swap partners for a night. I agree to the idea and David and Anna go to the guest bedroom. Mark and I are left alone and we kiss passionately.

The fourth glass of wine was a mistake. Or maybe it was a genius move. I couldn’t tell anymore. The warm, fuzzy glow had melted away the usual boundaries, the ones we’d all meticulously maintained for years. Laughter came easier, hands lingered on shoulders a moment too long, and the space between us on the couch felt charged with something new.

Anna was the one who finally said it. She swirled the deep red liquid in her glass, a mischievous, slightly wicked smile playing on her lips. _“You know what would be absolutely fucking wild?”_ she asked, her voice a low purr that silenced the rest of our easy chatter.

My husband, David, chuckled, his hand resting comfortably on my thigh. “What’s that, Anna? Skydiving naked?”

“Better,” she said, her eyes sparkling as they flicked from David to me, then to her own husband, Mark. _“What if we swapped for one night?”_

The room didn’t just go quiet; the air itself seemed to solidify. The playful energy coalesced into a heavy, tangible thing, thick with possibility. I felt my breath catch in my throat, a sharp, silent intake. My eyes immediately shot to David. His smile had frozen, his gaze locked on me, searching my face for a reaction. It wasn’t a look of anger or jealousy. It was pure, unadulterated curiosity. A question.

I looked at Mark. His usual easygoing grin had shifted into something more intense, more… interested. He didn’t look away from me. The attention from both men, the weight of Anna’s proposition, made my skin feel hot and sensitive.

_Did she just say that? Out loud?_

My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. This was Mark. My friend. Anna’s husband. The guy who always burned the burgers on the grill and told terrible puns. And David… my David. The man I’d built a life with. The thought of him with Anna, of her hands on him, should have sent a bolt of jealous rage through me. Instead, a totally different heat bloomed low in my belly, a traitorous, thrilling warmth.

Anna laughed again, breaking the tension but not dispelling it. “Oh, come on! Look at your faces. I’m just joking. Mostly.”

But she wasn’t. I could see it in the way she was watching David, a bold, appraising look I’d never seen her give him before. It was a game of chicken, and she’d just slammed on the accelerator.

David’s fingers squeezed my thigh. _“What do you think?”_ he murmured, his voice husky. The question was for me alone, but in the quiet room, everyone heard it.

This was the line. The one we could never uncross. I thought of Mark’s strong hands, the way he’d looked at me. I thought of David, my sweet, familiar David, and the unknown territory in Anna’s eyes. A reckless, wine-fueled courage surged through me. I looked right at Anna, a slow smile spreading across my own face.

_“Let’s do it.”_

The words were out before I could stop them, clear and certain. Anna’s eyebrows shot up in delighted surprise. Mark let out a soft, low chuckle that did something dangerous to my insides. David’s eyes widened, and then a slow, answering smile spread across his face—a smile of pure, shocked arousal.

It was Anna who moved first. In one fluid motion, she set her glass down and stood, extending a hand to David. Her voice was a soft command. _“You. Bedroom. Now.”_

David looked at me one last time, a silent question and a promise in his eyes. I gave him a tiny, frantic nod, my heart hammering. _It’s okay. Go._ He took Anna’s hand, and she led him away from the couch, toward the guest bedroom down the hall. I couldn’t look away. I watched the shape of them disappear into the shadows of the hallway, the door clicking shut behind them with a sound that seemed to echo through the entire house.

And then it was just Mark and me.

The silence in the living room was deafening. The only light came from a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows. I could feel the weight of Mark’s gaze on me. I finally turned to look at him. He hadn’t moved, but his posture had changed. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes dark and focused entirely on me.

_“Well,”_ he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through me. _“Here we are.”_

He didn’t wait for a reply. He simply closed the distance between us on the couch, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. His touch was firm, sure. Nothing like David’s. It was new. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating.

_“I’ve thought about this,”_ he whispered, his thumb stroking my cheek. _“Fuck, I’ve thought about this.”_

And then his mouth was on mine.

It wasn’t a gentle, exploratory kiss. It was deep and hungry from the start, his tongue claiming my mouth with a confidence that left me dizzy. I gasped into him, my hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. He tasted like red wine and something else, something uniquely him. My head was spinning, a mess of _this is wrong_ and _oh god, yes_.

He broke the kiss, his breath warm against my lips. His eyes were blazing. I could feel the hard line of his cock straining against his jeans where his thigh pressed against mine. My own body was screaming for more, every nerve ending alive and begging for his touch. I was wet, aching with a need I had no business feeling for this man.

From down the hall, a sound cut through the heavy silence. A low, throaty moan. _Anna._ It was followed by a deep, masculine groan I knew intimately. _David._

The sounds of them, of my husband and my best friend, fucking in the next room, sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lightning straight through me. My eyes met Mark’s. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

_“Sounds like they’re having fun,”_ he murmured, his voice dripping with promise. His hand slid from my jaw, down my neck, coming to rest on the button of my jeans. His knuckles brushed against the feverish skin of my lower stomach.

_“My turn.”_

A group of best friends, two couples, engage in a night of passionate, consensual sex swapping after a playful suggestion from one of the wives. The night involves intense, explicit, and group sex, with both couples engaging in passionate, explicit, and group sex with one another.

I watched my husband fuck my best friend while her man was fucking me

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