Spicy Mix and Matches Ch. 01

After the plane's take-off in Melbourne, Maurice left the book he had planned to read on the long flight to Townsville in his bag. He leant back in his seat and closed his eyes.

Although he had gladly accepted Jenny's invitation to visit them during his Term Break, now that he was on his way he felt somewhat unsettled.

Maurice usually enjoyed flying. On the previous occasions, when he and Alicia had travelled to Townsville, their flight was filled with joyful expectations. They were looking forward to a ten-day holiday on Magnetic Island, followed by three days with Jenny and Mike in Townsville. They were joining them to celebrate their move into their new house on a five-acre property at Pallaranda.

But this time, two years later, Maurice came on his own. Alica and he had divorced, and what had had triggered their breaking up occurred on their visit to Jenny and Mike. But he did not blame them; he and Alisia had already been drifting apart during their fifteen years of marriage.

It was primarily due to their different careers and a resulting, gradually fading sexual involvement with each other. They had married shortly after Alicia had completed her Commerce Degree and she had joined the management staff of a start-up fashion house.

As ALANDA FASHIONS grew, Alicia's role and responsibilities moved her into the firm's top management. Her interests, values, but most of all the social involvements coming with her job -- which she unreservedly enjoyed -- became irreconcilable different from those of Maurice in his academic career as a Lecturer in French. It had become a chasm which their affection for each other could breach less-and-less.

On their last visit, their friendship with Jenny and Mike as married couples had interestingly changed; it had become sexually charged. Although they came close, the tempting possibility of a wife swap remained only partly realized.

While he and Jenny had in their texting since then often teasingly speculated about what was going to happen on their next meeting, he was unsure if Mike knew about it.

Maurice suspected that it was Jenny's wish alone. His turning up, this time without Alicia, could make Mike feel justifiably cheated. After all, it had been Mike -- and, yes, Alicia, too -- that initiated the sexual escapade between them.

At forty, Mike was ten years older than Jenny, and a few years older than Maurice and Alicia. Although they had been nominally friends since Jenny introduced him at her engagement party, Maurice had always found Mike somewhat too imposing for a genuine friendship to develop between them.

Unlike Maurice, as the son of a Belgian tradesman immigrant, and Alicia, the daughter of an Italian greengrocer, Mike was the scion of an Anglo Australian family that owned several car dealerships. Mike worked in the family firm. Well off, handsome, and at thirty still single, he raced Porsches in amateur trials.

He and Jenny - whose father was also in the motor trade - met through family connections. And Mike, momentarily entranced by Jenny's cheeky charms, swept her off her feet and into his bed.

Following their wedding, Mike secured via his family connection, as a responsible married man now, the manager's position of North Queensland largest sales and service center for a popular Korean car.

Jenny was delighted with their shift to tropical Townsville. Especially, as the publisher she was working for as an Assistant Editor since graduating with an Honors-Degree in English and French, wanted her to continue working via the web. It was a job she loved. So, once they had settled in, Jenny continued editing the manuscripts her publisher assigned to her care. As they were mainly popular Chick-Lit novels, now often fashionably sexily explicit, it became for Jenny an amusing pastime done in bikini-clad ease, as well as a well remunerated job that made her financially independent.

When Maurice and Alicia came on their first stay with Jenny and Mike after their holiday on Magnetic Island, it was Jenny that welcomed them warmly. She was delighted to have their company for a few days as Mike's job demands, she said with a shrug, was leaving her too much alone.

Surprisingly, Mike came home early and in a jovial mood joined them not only for dinner. For the remaining three days he became -- especially with Alicia -- a charming and surprisingly attentive host. He took the time to show them some of the attractions of Townsville. Throughout, despite the presence of Jenny and Maurice, he sexily laid siege to Alicia, to which she -- to Maurice's surprise - quite flirtatiously responded.

On their last day, late in the afternoon, Mike made his move.

They had been sitting in Mike and Jenny's newly landscaped garden, drinking and bantering when, eventually, Mike pulled Jenny up and made her face Maurice and Alicia. With a broad grin he announced that he was going to show them why he and Jenny had wanted a private garden and a pool like this.

Then, with Jenny smiling and holding still, he undid her bikini's bra and tossed it aside. For a moment only, Jenny lost her composure. Her hands shot up to shield her firm girlish tits. But Mike's hands had begun to pull, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, the panties down her legs. Jenny smiled at Maurice as she stepped out of her panties. She did not lower her eyes as she took her hands from her breasts nor placed them over her pussy.

And then Mike stepped forward and jerked his bathers down his legs.

Upright and stretching out his stubby, only partly erect cock demonstratively at Alicia, he challenged them, "Let's have a swim. Don't be shy, join us!"

Maurice noticed that Alicia had quite brazenly looked at Mike's cock before she, grinning now, reached back to unhooked her -- compared to Jenny's - conservatively large bikini top and let it fall to the ground. Almost defiantly, she stretched her firm, round boobs with their dark brown areoles and in arousal swollen nipples at Mike.

Although Maurice's eyes were captured by Jenny's smile and her perkily arching out tits, a sideways glance saw that Alicia was smiling at Mike's growing and twitching cock.

And then, with a mischievous grin, she turned to her husband, waiting to see if he would drop his trousers.

She whispered, "Look at him! Don't be shy. Yours is longer!" and broke into a fit of giggles.

So, he followed suit, pretending to be unconcerned; which he was not. Dropping his pants, he worried if Alicia would also drop hers. His cock responded as he stole another glimpse at Jenny's sexy nipples and her honey-colored bush.

Unlike her, Alicia had, only two months earlier decided to go Brazil. She wanted the now so unfashionable, so Italian peasant-woman-like hairy triangle halfway up her belly forever removed.

She had told Maurice what she had to suffer. Would she now want to flash and show her shamelessly bare, luscious pussy to randy Mike?

There was no stopping her. Fronting Mike and Jenny, looking down, she slowly peeled her panties down over the swell of her ass, her now pristine belly and pubes, before brushing them down her legs. Then she turned. As she bent down to pick them up, she spread her legs. She gave them -- was it deliberate - a long look at her voluptuous ass with the lush purse of her pussy ensconced between her shapely thighs.

Alicia responded to Mike's gasp and Jenny's shriek of surprise with a laugh. Then she turned and dived into the pool.

They quickly joined her and began to act out their sense of arousal in a gambol of childish splashing and dunking each other in a catch-as-catch-can. In their wrestling there happened inevitably a not always accidental grope at a tit, ass and -- from the women - even cock.

Eventually, as they partly sobered up in the cool water, a degree of embarrassment about their naughty play set in. They clambered out of the pool and dried each other off. After going into the house to get lightly dressed, they joined up again for some drinks and for dinner.

They feasted on a delicious spread of cold cuts and delicatessen, and Mike needed to open a third bottle of champagne. With a wink at Alicia and a grin at Maurice, he toasted them, declaring how sorry he and Jenny were that they had to leave tomorrow already. After the fun they were having together, he hoped to see them again soon and often.

Mike paused and chuckled. Then he added that he had selfish reasons for wishing it because he had seriously fallen in lust with Alica.

Grinning at Maurice and then at Alicia, he confessed that he could, over the last few days, keep neither his eyes nor his mind off Alicia's magnificent breasts and her sexy behind. She had become the woman of his naughtiest dreams.

Mike's admission left Maurice speechless while Jenny blushed. And Alicia's reaction was not relieving the tension.

She laughed and stood up to lean over the table at Mike. It was a palmy night, and she had put on a light, low-cut blouse from AMANDA FASHION's collection. She wagged a No-No finger at Mike as she hissed, "You are dreaming, you naughty man!"

But the way she brazenly shook her braless boobs into Mike's face must have raised his hopes as well as his cock. He leant back with a grin.

Looking first at Jenny, then at Maurice, he continued:

"Should I be forbidden to admit my desire for Alicia's delectable boobs and her magnificent ass? Haven't you, Jenny, told me that you and Maurice have been lovers from way back?... Did you tell me all? For all I know, you could still want each other like then.

"So, should we all be jealous now? Or have more fun like today in the pool?"

Maurice, as Mike's guest, was stuck for a suitable reply. But Jenny, with a peal of laughter, rushed into the breach:

"You are outrageous, Mike! I only told you that Maurice and I were once lovers in a play at university. Perhaps I wanted to make you jealous by telling you how much I enjoyed Maurice hugging and kissing me in rehearsals and on stage. But it was all only for show,... wasn't it, Maurice?"

Waiting for an answer, Jenny sidled slowly up to Maurice's chair. When her hips touched his shoulder, Maurice's arm, in an unplanned reflex, crept around her hips and his out-of-sight hand came to rest on her ass, almost bare in her summery shorts.

It made Jenny swallow a moan and encouraged her to continue:

"You never really touched or kissed me then, Maurice. Not the way I wanted."

Then, looking quickly at Mike and Alicia, loud enough for all to hear, she whispered:

"We could make up for it now, Maurice.... While Mike seduces your Alicia. It would only be fair, wouldn't it?"

As he had not withdrawn his hand from her ass in rejection, Jenny slid down onto his lap. Slinging an arm around his neck and pressing an escaped, shapely tit against his chest, she offered him her lips.

Maurice had known Jenny since she enrolled as a seventeen-year-old fresher for an honor's degree in the French Department. To him, as a then nine years older, married, mature-age student, Jenny was no more than a pretty, child-like, innocent girl. The attachment she developed for him and made no attempt to hide amused him. He thought her innocent, because she awakened in him during their four years of studying together, no illicit desires.

It remained so, when -- as the top honor students in their fourth year - they were cast as lovers in the French Department's annual play.

His belief in Jenny's then innocence and her lacking sexual interest in him, Maurice now realized, had been wrong. And while neither he nor Alicia were sexually naive, Maurice suddenly realized that Jenny as much as Mike wanted to seduce them into a partner swap.

It was something that he, believing he knew Jenny as well as Alicia, would not have considered. But like him, Alicia now surely knew what Mike and Jenny expected of them.

Her eagerness to join in still surprised him. As Jenny slid onto his lap and his hand slipped in between her thighs as her ass ground on his growing erection, Maurice saw Alicia get up from her chair.

He did not know if Mike had asked her, or if he needed to, but Alicia stepped smilingly between Mike's spread legs. With her face raised to the ceiling, she held not back her cry of 'Yes!' as he grabbed her, in her flimsy pants, as good as naked ass.

It made Maurice -- partly in anger, partly in welling-up lust -- fasten a hard, demanding-all kiss on Jenny's lips. With a moan they parted, and his tongue pushed deep into her mouth. It was not, as it should have been, a first, uncertain feeling-each-other-out kiss. Neither was Jenny's response. Her tongue pulled his into a copulating dance that shamelessly told of her long, pent-up desires.

And it was not just her tongue; her twisting thighs pressed and rubbed his hand against the mound of her pussy to let him feel its heat and hunger through the cloth of her briefest of briefs.

While they hotly kissed -- Jenny with her eyes shut in quivering arousal -- Maurice glanced sideways. No longer surprised, he saw that Alicia, still standing, was unbuttoning her blouse, then clasping Mike's head to guide his ravaging mouth from one hotly aroused tit to the other. And his hands -- he had already stripped down her briefs -- clasped Alicia's excitedly twitching buttocks.

Alicia's unexpected, so willfully lascivious play made up Maurice's mind. His fingers, which Jenny's thighs pressed already on her pulsating pussy, pushed aside the hindering cloth. And as one of his fingers slid deep into her cunt, she greeted it with a breathlessly panted, "Yes!... Yes!... Touch me... God,... touch my pussy!"

Jenny's, so temptingly fuck-ready, hot-slippery opening encouraged Maurice to slide in two of his fingers. Their deep in-and-outs, their twisting and bending in touching up her hotly palpitating cunt, pushed Jenny to the edge of a climax.

Over the next minutes, Jenny's tongue pushed and twirled as lecherously in his mouth, as if telling his fingers how to ravage her cunt. And as her ass ground on his rampant cock as she tried to push her pussy ever deeper onto his fingers, she dragged Maurice with her to the brink of coming.

Finally, breaking the last restraint, she panted, her hot breath on Maurice's mouth, "Fuck me, Maurice. Finally fuck me!... Yes, now! Here on the floor!"

Alicia must have heard. Momentarily Maurice thought, that it made her decide to stop their slide into a fuck-fest-swap with Mike and Jenny that they had neither considered nor agreed on. She wrestled free of Mike's grip. In stepping back, she quickly pulled up her panties.

Gathering her blouse over her breast, she muttered, "I'm sorry, Mike. Our game is getting out of hand. We are drunk, we better go to bed."

But then, collecting her wits she turned to Mike. Pressing her boobs into his face she giggled, "Just not with each other. Not yet, not tonight!"

As she turned to the door she asked, "Aren't you coming too, Maurice?" But then she left the room without waiting.

Jenny saved Maurice from an embarrassing decision-making. During the exchange between Alicia and Mike, she got off Maurice's lap and returned to her chair. Not that Maurice had tried to stop her; Alicia had succeeded in dousing his rising desire to fuck Jenny like an icy blast. So, he got slowly up. Mumbling a lame apology -- more at Mike than Jenny - he followed Alicia.

What awaited him in their guest's room took him totally by surprise. Alicia had not turned on the lights. In the dim glow from the moon through the window, she was waiting for him, naked. She rushed into his arms and muttered "Sorry... I'm sorry!" into a fevered kiss. Feeling his still hotly aroused cock as she pressed her boobs and pubes against him, she unbuckled his belt. With a cry almost of anguish, she tore down Marcuse's trousers and briefs.

Under Alica's attack Maurice had stumbled a few steps back and sat down on the bed. She sunk down on her knees. Grasping with both hands his straining cock and balls she looked -- was it angrily - up at him:

"Your cock is never so hard for me, so bloody ready to really fuck me! Is that little Jenny slut so much more exciting than me? Mike doesn't think so!"

But then, as she began to slavering suck and bite and deep-throat his cock -- something that Alicia was usually not doing -- Maurice suddenly knew how much Mike had excited her. And he wanted to punish her. So, he grabbed her head, and pushed his precum leaking cock again and again, and ever deeper, into his wife's drooling and gasping mouth.

"Did you wanted to suck Mike's cock like that?" he angrily asked when he eventually released her. "Did you want to show him that you were a much hotter cock sucking, hot fucking slut than his wife?"

Alicia laughed, "You are jealous, Maurice, I love that!" She pushed and he moved up on the bed. Following, she straddled him until reaching down, she could guide his spearing up rod onto her throbbing opening. And then, half sitting up and pushing down, she made Maurice's rock-hard cock slide into her squelching, over-heated cunt.

Leaning back and arching out her glorious tits Alicia rode him. At half-light Maurice could see that her nipples had been sucked and bitten by Mike to twice their normal size. While he did not know what made him do what he had never done, he began to twirl them mercilessly between his fingers. Alicia, gasped in pain but then cried out in raging lust as he slapped her heaving tits again and again while he rammed up his cock into her hot-climaxing cunt.

With her crotch and ass shaking and squirming, Alicia threw herself forward into a wild, confessing all kiss. And he grabbed her ass to press his still unrelieved, raging cock into a cunt that was still gripped by hot burning spasm after spasm.

As Alicia moaned, "Yes!... Yes!... Fuck me!... Keep fucking me!" Maurice uttered:

"I never knew... you are such a hot sexy slut, Alicia. You wanted Mike to fuck you like that! Admit it!"

"He wanted to fuck me from behind... fuck me in the ass with his monstrous cock.... Why don't you ever want to fuck me like that?"

Alicia burst into laughter, "Make up for what I've missed! Your cock is much nicer, and God, still rock hard.... Is it like that now for me or still for Jenny's little pussy. Show me!"

Maurice was again surprised. In their lovemaking, fucking her from behind was a position that they -- or was it he, he now wondered -- had never favored. He always wanted to see and touch and caress Alicia's glorious tits, her belly, pubes and clit. But most of all he loved to kiss her and see her face as they fucked.

In pulling apart, Alicia stole another long kiss whose shameless hunger reminded him what her mouth had done to his cock. When she eventually scrambled to her knees spreading her legs to be impaled, she felt -- what he could not see -- how her cunt's hot overflow already trickled down her thighs.

It was only a beginning, because then, Maurice fucked her like he had never fucked her or any woman before. As he rammed his angrily engorged cock up to the hilt into Alicia's pulsating, cum-filled cunt, he gave her ass the first of a stinging slap. Her crying out turned into a gasping, lust-charged whimpering as Maurice accompanied a lengthy staccato of deep-fucking thrust with sharp-biting slaps that marked her shivering buttocks into a flaming red.

So, Alicia was already clawing the sheet when Maurice began, sinuously slowly, to fuck her into a state of quivering submission. Time and time again, while his hands now stroked caressingly her inflamed buttocks, he withdrew his cock. He let it teasingly kiss the pulsating ring of her aroused rectum. But then, he sank his now hotly engorged cock to the hilt into her hotly palpitating cunt.

After the tenth slow thrust or so, Alicia began to pant, "Fuck me, really fuck me, Maurice!... God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard... much, much, much harder! God, make me scream, make me come!"