What Goes in Tuscany…

Author's note: this is a standalone story, but if you're interested in the further extramarital adventures of Harriet and Zach (particularly Harriet!) then please do read the other stories in the series. Either way... enjoy!

"Well, this feels a little unusual..."

Harriet turned in her seat to look at Zach who smiled and nodded his agreement. "Yeah, a little, but we'll be ok."

They fell silent for a few moments as the buzz of conversation from the other wedding guests rolled around them, both Harriet and Zach retreating to their thoughts, and certainly for Harriet her mind replaying some of what had happened the night before.

Harriet stifled a yawn, and Zach teased quietly, "Late night last night?"

Laughing, she replied, "Just a little." She paused then asked, "Should we talk to them? I mean later?"

Zach thought for a moment then said, "I don't know. I mean if they want to talk to us we shouldn't be rude, but maybe we don't need to seek them out? It could be weird."

"Yeah, I agree." Harriet looked around at the groom's side of the seating. "They're not here yet and the ceremony will start any time."

"Ah, speak of the devil," Zach replied, indicating with his head towards the main entrance.

Harriet glanced that way and saw them... Claire and Andy. She looked away again and whispered to Zach, "We'd better not stare."

"No, you're right!"

But then, a few minutes later, when they'd all stood for the bride to make her entrance, Harriet couldn't help glancing over again. "They look kind of pissed off with each other," she whispered to Zach.

"I thought we weren't staring," he teased back, but then he looked over too. "You're right though. Claire looks furious with him." He turned to look at Harriet. "Maybe they've already talked about last night." He paused, and smiling teased, "You must have given him something special for her to be so pissed?"

Harriet smiled back weakly, but said nothing. Because yes, yes she had... her time with Andy the night before had been wild, intense, passionate, uninhibited, experimental. Two people who wanted each other and knew that it was that night and that night alone when it could happen. An incredible night.

"Maybe she's furious because of what you did with her, maybe she told Andy that she needed you again?" teased Harriet back with a grin. "Maybe she told him you were ten times the lover he is?"

Because it hadn't just been Harriet spending the night with Andy. It had been Zach spending the night with Claire too, partner swapping, the two couples for the night in separate rooms. Harriet and Zach had promised to tell each other everything, but not yet, not until their friend's wedding day was out of the way. For Harriet, she found her mind wandering to imagine Zach with Claire, and felt a stirring between her legs at the thought.

Zach laughed quietly. "I'll take that as a compliment, although I don't believe you..."

Fifteen minutes later, just after the wedding vows, Harriet looked over again and saw Claire quickly look away, clearly having been staring, before Claire looked over again, focused on Harriet rather than Zach. Harriet couldn't put her finger on it... the look wasn't unfriendly, but it was confusing, hard to read.

Zach had seen it too and, as Claire looked away again, whispered, "I think it's you not me..."

Harriet looked at him. "Yeah, I can't read her look."

Zach chuckled quietly. "She either wants to fuck you or kill you." He paused. "Or maybe a bit of both..."

Feeling herself blush slightly, an image flashed through her head of Claire confronting her angrily, of the anger turning to passion, of the two of them making out aggressively... the stirring between her legs threatened to become something more, and she quickly pushed the image away. In the middle of one of her best friend's wedding was emphatically not the right time to be thinking those thoughts...

But, as she stood with the rest of the congregation, she felt a little thrill of excitement... excitement at what had happened the night before, excitement at her and Zach reclaiming each other later that night and the next day, and maybe also a little excitement at what Claire and Andy might throw into the mix later. Clearly there was something there, but Harriet didn't have a clue what.

What is it about us and holidays, thought Harriet as the ceremony came to an end? Even with the very best of intentions, her and Zach seemed unable to avoid the temptation to experiment...

A few days before Harriet and Zach had flown in from Australia, the chance to go to one of Harriet's oldest friends Laura's wedding in Tuscany too good to turn down despite the long flight time and the jet lag, although it helped that they were escaping the cool of a Sydney winter to the heat of mid-summer in Italy.

While Zach was Australian through and through, Harriet had grown up in the UK, only moving Down Under in her twenties once she'd qualified as a doctor.

Since arriving at the wedding hotel, more a collection of old Italian farm houses tastefully done up as accommodation around a beautiful central garden and swimming pool with amazing views of the surrounding countryside, Harriet had thrown herself into catching up with her friends from the UK who had arrived in dribs and drabs, relaxing with them by the pool during the day and partying long into the evenings.

Zach had joked that she'd need a holiday to recover from this part of the holiday, and it was probably true. Two days after the wedding they were going to go and stay in a private villa with pool nearby, making the long trip truly worthwhile, followed by a week in the UK to see her family before finally heading back home.

All things considered, the two of them really needed this time to get back to being a proper couple and to reconnect. In the last six months Harriet had started a casual relationship with her friend Phoebe, one that came entirely with Zach's support and blessing, indeed he'd given her a permanent hall pass to do anything with any woman so long as she told him all about it afterwards, but one which Harriet had realised was putting some strain on their marriage...

In recent months she'd been spending maybe a couple of nights each week with Phoebe rather than with Zach, and while she still loved the thrill of the different that came from seeing Phoebe, Zach hadn't clicked with Phoebe in quite the way that Harriet had hoped.

Harriet knew that at some point there would be a decision to be made, one where Phoebe became a closer part of both their lives or they parted ways with her. Thoughts like that were for the future though, back in Australia, but the here and now was the wedding build up and, for the first time in six months, Harriet and Zach found themselves as a straightforward couple again for a few weeks.

At least that was the plan. However, since their holiday in Bali a while back and their experiment with Harriet sleeping with two other men at once while Zach watched, plain vanilla couple life hadn't quite done it for them in the way it used to... It wasn't like they were actively looking at the wedding for more ways to experiment, but as luck would have it at this wedding experimentation pretty much found them instead.

Two nights before the wedding, Laura had a bachelorette party, or at least a mini one. Harriet had been unable to go to the main one in London a few weeks before, but a few others hadn't either so the bride had decided to organise a women only dinner in the nearest town followed by a reserved area at the local nightclub, all as part of the build up to the wedding.

Zach and some of her friend's partners had arranged their own dinner back at the hotel, so Harriet felt pretty guilt free about attending even though Zach didn't know any of the men particularly well.

Dinner itself was a well behaved affair, at least to start with, plenty of wine flowing around the table and conversation flowing with it among the fifteen women that were there.

Later on though, as dessert was cleared and the women settled back to talk further and finish the bottles of wine still on the table, one of the bridesmaids and organiser-in-chief of the evening, a woman called Imogen stood up.

"Ladies... ladies..." she said to get their attention. She put her hand on the shoulder of the bride-to-be and continued, "Thank you all for coming to celebrate one of the last nights of freedom that this poor woman has!" She raised her glass for a toast. "To freedom."

Everyone around the table laughed and did the same. "To freedom!" and they all drank.

Once the laughter had died down, Imogen went on. "We're going to the club soon, but before then I think we need more wine. And I've got the perfect drinking game for us to play..." A few of the friends who'd been on the London day out groaned and laughed, and Harriet looked at them in bemusement. "Yes, they know," laughed the bridesmaid. "Let's do this."

The game turned out to be an elimination version of "I've Never Ever", whereby Imogen had several lists prepared of things that people may or may not have done, getting more outlandish and extreme (and unlikely) by the item. Rules were simple, if you'd done the item you drank and stayed in that particular game, if you hadn't then you were out and did a drink based forfeit.

The first list was about drinking and various stupid things that people did while under the influence. It started easily with "I've never ever got so drunk that I vomited." Obviously everyone round the table drank to that and stayed in the game.

Harriet made it to the fifth item before being eliminated ("I've never ever done a flaming sambuca") although as the forfeit for dropping out then was to immediately do a flaming sambuca she didn't really feel like she was missing out. In fact, everyone ended up drinking the same amounts in the end, so the genius of the game was the hilarity that ensued when a couple of people were admitting to outlandish things that no one else had got close to.

After half an hour they got on to the last list, involving all things related to sex. There was a frisson of excited tension around the table that there hadn't been for the other lists, but tempered by the considerable amount of alcohol consumed.

The first item was read out ("I've never ever given a blowjob") and amid much nervous laughter everyone around the table drank.

The next few items were likewise fairly tame, and everyone drank to each, but the fourth item eliminated half of the players including Laura ("I've never ever kissed a woman.")

Laughing, Imogen said, "Ok, for most of you your forfeit is a shot." She paused and looked at the bride-to-be. "Not for you though... for you, we're going to fix that for you later in the club!" She winked and Laura went bright red although smiling at the same time. Harriet turned to a couple of friends and they all laughed, knowing that the bride-to-be was very straightlaced when it came to that sort of thing.

Harriet, of course, had drunk as had six others round the table.

Next up, Imogen read out, "I've never ever had a threesome." Those already out of the game looked around at those still in, trying to work out who was about to drink and who wasn't.

After a suitable dramatic pause, Harriet raised her glass and drank to much laughter and cheering around the group while her closer friends looked at her incredulously, not quite able to believe that she'd done that and unaware of her recent adventures.

Harriet smiled back apologetically and looked around the group. At first she thought that she was the only one, then two other women also drank, one looking embarrassed and the other relatively sanguine.

So... now there were three, and as Harriet looked from one to the other Imogen read out the next on the list.

"I've never ever had sex with a woman."

Harriet felt herself blush but knew she'd have to drink. Looking at the other two one shook her head, but the other drank also. Harriet looked at her and gave her a knowing smile, a smile that her opponent in the game returned as she took a gulp of her wine. Meanwhile Harriet's friends were beside themselves, unable to believe what their most sensible, down to earth friend had got up to.

"Ok..." said Imogen. "Last two. And you two have certainly experimented!" The group laughed and Harriet couldn't help but smile. "Next one as you're both married is... I've never ever slept with another man since my wedding day." Imogen looked expectantly at both of them.

Harriet muttered to her friends, "Zach was fine with it..." and drank. When she looked up, to her immense surprise, so did her competitor.

By now the others in the group were looking at both women, wondering where this would end.

"Ok then... we're going to do a tie break otherwise we'll never get to the club," said Imogen. "Drum roll please." A few around the table drummed their hands on it, then Imogen said, "You've both said you've had a threesome but what about more? So tell us, what's the most people you've had sex with at once? Highest wins."

Harriet looked over at her competitor, who said, "Show on our fingers on three?" Harriet smiled and nodded. "Ok... one... two... three."

On three Harriet held up three fingers, remembering when in Bali she'd had the most incredible end to her night, riding one man, another in her ass, while she took Zach in her mouth. Incredible... an experience never to forget.

Laughing, her competitor also raised three fingers. Looking at Harriet she said, "I don't know how it would even be possible to go higher than three?"

Harriet grinned back. "I know, right?"

Meanwhile Imogen said to the table, "I guess we've got two winners." She paused then said with a smile, "I'm sure both Harriet and Claire will be answering a lot of questions from everyone at the club... speaking of which, drink up and let's get going."

A couple of hours later and Claire walked over to where Harriet was sitting in the night club and introduced herself properly.

"So..." shouted Harriet over the music, "how do you know the happy couple?"

"Cousin of the groom, we live quite near so see them a lot. How about you?"

"Old friend of the bride, but we live down in Australia now so it's been a couple of years since I've seen her."

"Oh, nice, whereabouts in Australia?"

Soon they were into a long conversation about Australia and the contrast to the UK. Finally, when there was a lull in the conversation, Claire said, "Pretty wild how we tied in the final game earlier..."

Harriet looked at her and could see an expression on Claire's face that was hard to read, but certainly suggested that she was keen to talk about it a bit. "Yeah," replied Harriet with a smile, "pretty wild... do you think everyone else thinks we're sluts now?"

Claire laughed. "Sluts? No, I reckon they're jealous!" She paused, then said, "So you've slept with another man since you've been married?"

Harriet looked at Claire for a few seconds, weighing her up, but then something inside told her that Claire was trustworthy and also, if she was honest, she wanted to know about the background to Claire's own escapades. "Yeah," she replied cagily.

"Tell me about it. I mean if you're ok to share."

"I'll tell if you promise to tell me after. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Ok... where to begin? So getting on for a year ago now, my husband Zach and I started to talk about a shared fantasy where he'd watch while I slept with someone else, and then we went on holiday to Bali and..."

Harriet went on to explain at a high level how they'd befriended two men at a beach bar one night and ended up with her having an epic threesome with the two of them while Zach watched. She glossed over the detail of who did what to who when and how, figuring that Claire could fill in the gaps if she needed to, but Harriet realised when she finished that not only was she feeling quite aroused but also that there was a hint of red to Claire's cheeks that suggested something similar.

"So... most importantly, you enjoyed it? Because I've had friends who did something like that and hated it, found that they were almost just like a sex toy for the two men."

"Honestly, I absolutely loved it... I think we got lucky with the two men, but also I made sure that Zach was involved and was clearly the alpha male in the room, and I think I got most of my enjoyment from his enjoyment if that makes sense?"

"Yeah, it does. Would you try it again?" asked Claire.

"We already did!" replied Harriet. "With a couple of different guys back in Sydney. That was very good too but more intense, one of them had a bit more of a dominant personality. To be candid with you, if Zach hadn't been there it might have put me off but by having him involved it made it great still."

Claire laughed. "You're experienced then!"

"I mean that's the extent of it until now. There's... a different complication." Claire raised her eyebrow quizzically and Harriet continued. "There's a woman called Phoebe who's kind of part of our relationship now, well sort of. I see her quite often, Zach less... that's been for the last six months and seems to be going well."

"Wow... you and Zach like to experiment then?"

"I guess so."

Claire looked at her for a moment, then said, "Ok, I guess a deal's a deal. You want to know about mine?"

Harriet smiled. "A deal's a deal!"

"Ok, so where to begin? My husband Andy and I started to experiment a bit a few years back. The first time was a bit of a drunken dare to be honest, we were away for a weekend with another couple and, well, I still don't know if they'd done this before or what but the chat started getting a bit edgy one evening after dinner and one thing led to another..."

"You had a foursome?" asked Harriet with a smile.

"No, not quite... we swapped. So I ended up in bed with the other man, and Andy ended up in bed with the other woman."

Harriet could see that Claire was getting turned on just remembering it. "It was good?"

Claire looked at her and smiled. "Better than good... it was great. He was good in bed and the intimacy was something else. I'd had a couple of threesomes before I was married, before Andy, and it was all very physical. Fun but physical. Whereas giving yourself entirely to one other man for a few hours, but only those few hours, knowing that your husband is doing the same in another room, and just seizing those few hours to pour your heart and soul into connecting with that man... it was so good."

"I've never done something like that," replied Harriet. "How was it with Andy afterwards?"

"The next weekend I think we both realised that the intimacy had taken us by surprise, it was a lot to process. But when we talked about it ultimately made us stronger, having the confidence and trust in each other to experiment like that without being in the same room as each other."

Harriet sat and thought for a moment, the idea coming into her head that maybe that could go somewhere on the future list for experimentation, if Zach was ok with it.

"You should try it some time," said Claire, looking Harriet in the eye, with a look that made Harriet wonder whether Claire might be hinting at something happening between them and their husbands. "There's something very enjoyable about sleeping with someone that's completely different to your husband."

"How do you mean?"

"Well... Andy is a very intense lover, our sex life is great but sometimes I need something a bit less physical, less kinetic... something a bit more equal and someone else can be that. Of course it doesn't always work out that way, but more often than not it's good."

"It sounds intriguing, certainly," replied Harriet, trying to stay noncommittal but unable to stop her mind straying to memories of threesomes and some very physical, intense partners from them, particularly the second threesome. She'd claimed to Zach that she'd not liked that, or at least liked it only because he was there, but deep down that wasn't true... deep down she'd loved it, and while she wouldn't want it normally and certainly not with her husband the thought of a one off night with someone with that dominant, intense mentality got her heart racing. "You've done it again since?"

With a broad smile Claire replied, "Often..."

At that moment Imogen came along to round up the party, their minibus back to the hotel waiting impatiently outside.

"We'd best get going," said Harriet, standing up.

Claire took her hand briefly though and leaned over to speak into her ear over the music. "What's Zach like in bed, if you don't mind me asking?"

Harriet smiled. "Very considerate, gentle, he takes his time. I'm biased but I think he's great in bed."

Claire thought for a moment. "Would you and Zach like to join me and Andy for dinner and drinks tomorrow evening? Assuming you've not got anything else planned?"

Harriet looked at her, weighing up what Claire was really asking. Fuck it, she thought, seize the day. "Ok, that sounds good. Get to know each other?"

Claire smiled. "Exactly, then see where it might take us."

As they settled into their seats in the bus Harriet smiled to herself... she needed to talk to Zach, but maybe, just maybe, there was an opportunity to experiment further here that was too good to turn down.

Next morning Harriet woke up with a mildly sore head although given how much she'd drunk the night before she felt like she'd got lucky.

Memories came flooding back and then she suddenly remembered the dinner she'd agreed to. Smiling to herself, she rolled over just in time to see Zach coming out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to get some breakfast.

"Morning beautiful," he said, smiling. "Good night last night?"

The way he said it made Harriet pause, but she replied, "Very good night. Bit too much to drink."

He started laughing. "You're telling me! You were snoring like some kind of swamp monster last night."

"Don't tell me that!" She paused. "Really?"

"Maybe a little bit..." he teased. "Shall we get some breakfast?"

"Yeah, let me get dressed. Oh... ahhh... before I do, I hope you don't mind but I kind of sort of agreed that we'd have dinner with one of the other women there last night and her husband tonight."

Zach smiled. "Sounds great."

"Good. Ummm... there's some context to know."

He looked at her quizzically. "You've got that look you got when we talked about Bali afterwards..."

"I'm that easy to read?"

"Sometimes! So... what's the context?" Zach seemed excited.

Harriet explained the night before, the game and then her chat with Claire. When she got onto partner swapping Zach was clearly paying attention.

"So, what... possibly dinner might end up with you heading off with Andy and me heading off with Claire?"

"Maybe..." Harriet suddenly felt awkward, wondering if she'd gone too far, realising that she was in effect suggesting crossing a red line from their previous adventures where they'd always stayed in the same room. "What do you think?"

"I mean it's on both our bucket list, right? I don't object in principle, but can I think about it?"

"Ask me what you want to ask me," replied Harriet, teasingly.

"What do you mean?"

"You know."

"I don't."

"Yeah you do, but I'll make it easy for you. Yes, she's very attractive. A few years older than us."

"That's not what I wanted to know!"

"Yes it is," replied Harriet, smiling. "And that's fine. I've seen them by the pool and he's good looking too." She paused and gave his hand a squeeze. "Think about it, but if we do it then we both need to be on board. As ever, I'm only in if you're in. Dinner is I guess like trying each other out."

Zach smiled. "Yeah, ok, I mean I'll think a bit more but experimentation is good. And almost the definition of a one off." He paused. "And it is something that we've talked about trying before, right?"

"Yeah, exactly. Right, I need my clothes and then I need food."

Breakfast then a morning by the pool was exactly what Harriet needed to clear the hangover from her system. At lunchtime the two of them headed to the nearest village, then came back mid afternoon to cool off again in the pool.

As they got changed in their room, Harriet slipped on a plain purple bikini with string ties at the side while Zach put on his usual pair of swimming shorts.

While she tied the bikini, Zach came over to stand behind her, looking at her in the mirror that she was facing, and wrapped his arms around her.

Looking her in the eyes through the mirror's reflection, he smiled and said, "I've been thinking and... I'm open to try anything later."

Harriet was taken at that moment by just how much she fancied and how much she loved her husband. He was a few inches over six foot tall, good looking, well built, considerate, great fun. And while she was modest, she knew that they made a very good looking couple, her slim, tanned, Pilates honed figure, a few inches shy of six foot, with her dark brown shoulder length hair tied back in a ponytail at that moment framing what she'd been told was a beautiful face, her C-cup breasts just about contained by the small bikini top.

"Anything?" replied Harriet with a teasing smile.

"Anything." He laughed. "It wouldn't be a holiday without trying something new, right?"

She laughed. "You're so right..." Zach pressed close to her and she could feel his hard cock pushed up against her ass through their swimwear. "Feels like you really like the idea?" she teased.

"Oh, no... that's just you in that bikini." His hands reached down to play with the knots she'd just tied on her hips. "What if..." He tugged gently at them. "What if we went to the pool in a minute?" He tugged harder and the knots came undone, her bikini bottoms falling away. He reached up and undid her bikini top as well, leaving Harriet naked, stood in his arms, her back pressed up against his muscular chest. Watching it all in the mirror was so, so hot.

Harriet turned her head and kissed him. "Well I can hardly go swimming dressed like this," she joked in her best English accent.

"No, you can't," Zach replied, smiling. He took her by the hand and led her over to the bed where she lay down. He stood to the side, looking at her hungrily for a few moments, then lowered his shorts, all while staring into her eyes.

When his cock sprang free she could see that he was even more turned on than she thought. "Come here," she said, holding out her hand. Zach climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on top of her between her parted legs.

He looked down at her, propped up on one arm while his free hand traced along her collar bone, then over her breasts, lingering over her nipples before trailing lower, and lower still until he was touching her through her trimmed pubic hair. When he touched her like that she gasped, her arousal already through the roof, desperate to feel him inside her.

Zach didn't disappoint, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance then sliding slowly into her, Harriet's natural lubrication in that intensely hot situation more than enough. As he filled her she let out a quiet moan.

His cock, her husband's cock, was perfect. The four other men she'd fucked in the last year, Phoebe with her strap on, whatever might come her way later that day, none of them came close to the feel of Zach inside her. She loved his cock and she loved him even more, and as he pulled back then thrust into her again they started a rhythm that was so familiar to them both, touching each other and kissing each other with a familiarity that only years spent together can bring.

Zach made love to her tenderly, but before long she felt the familiar sensations building between her legs, realised that she was moaning softly with each thrust, and could tell that Zach was getting similarly turned on from his own moans and gasps, and from the way he was gradually increasing the pace.

And then the build up ended and the pace got fast, and she felt her orgasm build as she wrapped her arms and legs around Zach, pulling him into her, holding his ass and using her hold as leverage for him to fuck her deeper, and her orgasm was there, Harriet crying our uncontrollably as the delicious waves of it crashed through her, Zach cumming at the same time hard inside her, before he collapsed onto her in a sweaty heap.

A few minutes later he rolled off and they lay there quietly, both revelling in post-orgasmic bliss.

"One thing," said Zach eventually as he climbed off the bed and retrieved Harriet's bikini. "Not that later. Anything else, and I mean anything else, but don't do that with him."

"What, missionary?" she teased with a cheeky smile.

He smiled back. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah I do. Of course. Not like that. Same for you too, ok?"

"Yeah, exactly. Same for both of us."

Of course, Harriet reflected, if tender, loving, intimate sex was off the table later then that probably meant something altogether wilder instead... and she really didn't mind the thought of that at all, not with Claire having set Andy up as this dominant, intense lover. Nor, she realised, did she mind the thought of Zach doing that either. If this went ahead they'd need to compare notes afterwards, that was for sure.

Harriet had wondered whether dinner later would feel weird, maybe a little awkward, with the subtext of why the four of them were dining together clearly lurking in the background.

In reality though it was anything but. Claire and Andy were already at the outdoor table in the hotel's restaurant and when Harriet and Zach arrived Claire greeted her like a long lost friend, hugs and kisses on the cheek.

Harriet hadn't been lying to Zach when she said that Claire was attractive, blonde hair cut in a messy bob framing a pretty face with stunning blue eyes, a slim figure but with curves in the right places, looking stunning in a simple white cotton dress and sandals, a necklace and earrings alongside some stunning red lipstick finishing the look. Glancing at Zach Harriet could see that she'd piqued his interest.

"Zach, meet Claire." Zach came over and greeted Claire with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, I'm Andy," said a deep voice, and Harriet found herself face to face with a very handsome, tall, well built man, maybe a couple of inches taller than Zach at six foot four she guessed, tight light blue shirt and dark trousers not leaving much of his physique as a mystery... one look at him told her that he clearly lived an active lifestyle. In short, he was exactly her type.

She felt something stir inside her as he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and she caught the intoxicating scent of his aftershave, and a glance across the table at Zach as they took their seats, the little smile that Zach flashed at her, told her that he was having similar thoughts upon meeting Claire. A good start.

The four of them were seated at a rectangular table, two on each side, and Claire and Andy had arranged it so that Harriet was sat facing Zach and with Andy to her right. Harriet wondered for a moment but then realised that this was the perfect seating for this particular evening, giving each of the potential pairings for later that night the perfect opportunity to get to know each other better while not leaving their spouse feeling too left out.

Conversation flowed easily once they were sat down, helped by one then a second bottle of very nice wine and the Italian food which was delicious.

To start with they'd talked as a four but as the meal went on Claire and Zach had naturally gravitated to talking to each other, both half turned towards the other. When Harriet glanced over she could see some heavy flirting taking place, the two of them deep in conversation.

Turning back to look at Andy, she smiled and looked at him over her glass as she took a drink. "So, Andy," she said quietly enough that her voice wouldn't carry to the other side of the table. "Claire told me about the experimentation you and her like to do." He nodded. "Tell me about it?"

This wasn't just making conversation. Harriet had realised that while Claire had sold a dream to her, it also wouldn't be Claire that she went to bed with, it would be Andy, and she really wanted to understand what he thought about the whole partner swapping thing.

"What do you want to know?" he replied with a smile. His deep voice and the way he smiled did something funny to Harriet, triggered something deep inside her, and she realised that unless he said something really unfortunate that night was definitely, absolutely ending with her sleeping with him, she wanted him that badly.

"Why don't you tell me why you like doing it?"

He chuckled. "It's great fun, I guess. Both Claire and I realised after the first time that life was too short to not play around, but we weren't really in to sex parties or group sex or any of that sort of thing. This is a great way to experiment without that."

"Ok, what's the best part?"

"Honestly? Before and after."

"Before and after?" Harriet laughed. "Surely in the middle is the most fun!"

"Ah," he replied. "I didn't say it wasn't."

"How do you mean?"

"Well before you get the build up. You get to talk to someone, like you and I right now, where you're on a date almost, you're getting to know each other, but with the excitement, the tension between you." He looked into her eyes for a second. "Like now is pretty exciting, right?"

Fuck yeah, thought Harriet, if you only knew how excited I am right now. She kept that thought to herself though. "Ok, I'm starting to see what you mean."

"And then after, Claire and I spend time together, just us, reconnecting and falling even harder in love than before. The trust to have in your spouse for them to be able to go somewhere private with someone else, maybe do things they don't do with you, then come back is something else, trust me."

Harriet swallowed and looked into his eyes, entranced by his description of after. If she wasn't sold by then she certainly was after that. Teasing, she asked, "And the middle is just ok?"

"No," he laughed. "The middle is the fun part." He looked at her again while she felt his hand take hers under the table, out of sight. She felt a little thrill at his touch. "The middle is where you get to do things you wouldn't normally do, get to be free from all the constraints of your relationship, have fun."

Harriet felt herself blushing. "Now I see..."

Andy smiled again. "Claire told me you've had your own experiments?"

"A little, but always with Zach in the room. Him watching me and someone else."

"You enjoyed it?"

Harriet nodded, not trusting herself to speak and suddenly feeling shy talking to Andy. "Maybe I can tell you about it later?" Andy understood and nodded with a kind smile.

At that moment, Claire said, "Why don't we go and get a drink at the bar now that we've finished, sit somewhere more comfy?"

They were all in agreement but as they stood up to leave Claire took Harriet's arm and said, "Shall we go via the bathroom?"

Harriet let herself be diverted and the two men headed off to the bar chatting, Claire and Harriet's drinks orders passed on, while the two women headed inside.

When they were out of sight, Claire turned to Harriet and said with a smile, "Enjoying the evening?"

"Yes, absolutely. Are you?"

"Definitely." Claire paused, then continued. "Do you guys want to do this? Serious question. Because we're keen, but only if you are."

Harriet laughed. "I am definitely. I'll need to check with Zach but watching him with you I don't think he's going to say no thanks either!"

Claire laughed. "No, I don't get that feeling. One question though, and I always ask this, are there any boundaries with Zach? Anything you want me to avoid?"

"No, not at all. How about with Andy?"

"No, none. Just one thing to be aware of, he can get quite intense when he's turned on. He's got a lot of stamina if you follow my drift, and he's very active."

Harriet raised her eyebrows. "So do I," she teased, although inside she was wondering excitedly just what this night had in store. Screw it, she thought, I'm on holiday, I'll go with whatever happens. The thought that she could do anything, not worrying for once about Zach while she did so, felt exciting. Very exciting.

"We'll see." Claire paused. "I guess we'd best go join them?"

"I guess so." Harriet felt like she needed to say something more. "Enjoy sleeping with my husband, I guess?"

Claire laughed at that. "Same to you!"

Twenty minutes later and they were nearing the end of their drinks, sat out on two outdoor sofas near the pool, Harriet and Zach on one, Claire and Andy on the other.

When they'd sat down Harriet had had a quiet conversation with Zach where he'd confirmed that he was good to go ahead with it too, his excitement as palpable as hers.

Since then they'd been talking as a four, but a four way conversation laced with innuendo, and one where both men clearly only really had eyes for the woman who wasn't their wife. Conversational foreplay was how Harriet thought of it in her head.

Claire turned to Andy and said, "I'm going to go to bed now." Then she looked at Zach with a smile as she stood up. "I could really do with someone to walk me to my room."

Zach looked at Harriet, then Andy, then back to Harriet, who gave him a little nod and smile. "That means you..." she teased with a laugh. Zach leaned down to kiss her and she whispered, "Have fun!"

"You too," he whispered back. "See you in the morning?"

"I guess so..." Harriet glanced at Claire and Andy who both nodded. "Yes, see you in the morning."

Zach walked off with Claire, slightly awkwardly, which made Harriet laugh.

Andy looked at her and joked, "Don't they look sweet?"

"Don't they just..." She paused then looked at Andy. "I'm going to go back to my room too. I could do with someone to walk me there."

He grinned. "It would be my pleasure." He held out his hand and helped her to stand.

"Just promise me your intentions are entirely honourable," Harriet teased with a grin as she stood.

Andy frowned. "Oh... well that's a problem you see, my intentions are entirely dishonourable."

"Oh... really?"

"Yes," he replied. "I'm going to ravage you and have my wicked way with you again and again."

Harriet pretended to think, acutely aware of a raging fire between her legs. Enough foreplay, she thought, I want him right now. Then she shrugged and said, "I guess that'll have to do." She started to walk off and looked back over her shoulder. "You coming? I'm going to need protecting in the dark."

Harriet swiped the card on the lock to the room and, with a smile to Andy, pushed the door open. "Come on in," she said.

"Ladies first," he replied, and when she walked through the door she felt his hand on the small of her back through the thin fabric of her dress, felt a thrill rush through her making her cheeks redden. God she wanted this.

Harriet walked into the middle of the room and turned to look at Andy.

"Nice room," he said, and as Harriet looked around she agreed. An antique, large four poster bed and some chairs were in the spacious bedroom, with the equally spacious bathroom off to one side. The room was done up in a classic Italian style, and double doors opened onto a large, private roof terrace.

"Not bad I guess," she said with a smile. Andy was stood a couple of metres away, facing her, waiting it seemed. Why keep him waiting any longer, Harriet figured? She held out a hand to him and said, "So are you going to come here and kiss me, or what?"

He smiled back, stepped forward to take her hand, then the gap between them closed in an instant as his lips pressed against hers and his arms wrapped around her.

The kiss, that first kiss between them, was explosive. The hunger of all the build up over dinner, of her imagining this since Claire put the idea in her head the night before, of just how much she physically desired him, it all poured into that kiss. She swore, when she remembered it afterwards, that there must have been actual sparks between them, it was electric.

Their lips mashed against each other, their tongues met, their hands were all over each other, their bodies pressed together, she wanted him.

After a few minutes she broke the kiss and started to kiss his neck, before whispering in his ear, "Claire told me you're very intense in bed... show me."

"Gladly..." he whispered back, and she felt his hands move to her ass and squeeze, before his hands slid to her thighs and lifted her up, Harriet wrapping her legs around him.

With her head the same height as his now he leaned down and started to kiss and nibble her neck, and Harriet heard herself gasp involuntarily at the sudden increase in intensity.

He kissed her briefly on the lips again, then walked over to the bed and threw Harriet down on to it, not hard but also not gently, so that she landed halfway across it, her legs half parted, her knee length black dress hitched up around her thighs, her sandals still on her feet. She could feel between her legs that she was soaking wet for Andy, so unbelievably turned on by the situation.

She propped herself up on her elbows to see Andy kick off his shoes, unbutton and take off his shirt, then his trousers and underwear, so that he was stood naked in front of her.

His cock stood semi-erect, and she stared at it lustfully because it looked like a very good cock indeed... even semi-erect it was a good size, both length and girth, and she felt herself bite her lip as she looked.

As she watched she saw his cock harden, all while he looked down at her, and he said in his deep voice, "You're so fucking hot, I've wanted you all night."

Harriet blushed as he climbed on to the bed, between her legs, and lifted her dress up higher, revealing her underwear. She parted her legs wider and his hand reached down and stroked her through the fabric, touching her, not roughly but not gently either... Claire was right, intense was the word, drawing a moan from Harriet as his thumb brushed over her clitoris.

She could only look up at him, propped up still by her arms, his eyes never leaving hers, as he stroked her, her mouth parted and soft moans and gasps escaping her lips. Harriet realised that she needed to cum so badly, needed her release.

Andy took his hand away but stayed kneeling between her legs, lifting first one to undo her sandals then the other. Then he reached for her underwear and pulled, taking it off and throwing it to one side, Harriet giving him a glorious view of everything between her legs and not caring one bit.

Moving to prop himself up on his arms above her, lying between Harriet's legs as she lay back, he smiled and kissed her, hard again, a kiss that she returned hungrily. She felt the tip of his cock move to her entrance, slide a few millimetres in, then pause.

"Please..." Harriet found herself whispering between kisses. "Please..."

"Please what?" he teased, sliding back a little then sliding in a little again, playing with her.

"Please... I need it in me."

"What do you need in you?" Another kiss.

Harriet was being driven wild. "You... your cock..."

"Say it properly," he teased with a smile.

"I need... I need your cock in me. Now."

"Right answer," he replied, as he slid hard into Harriet. She moaned loudly, so happy to feel that cock fill her up, and Andy kept it there, not moving, just kissing, as Harriet felt the tension between her legs just build and build.

Finally, he slid back and then into her again, drawing another loud shuddering moan, and then he fucked her. Really fucked her. In a way that she'd rarely been fucked before.

After a few thrusts one of his hands took one of hers which moments before had been holding on to his back, and pushed it up against the sheets above her head. Then he did the same with her other hand and pushed himself up, pinning her wrists with his weight as he looked into her eyes and thrust into her hard again and again.

Harriet didn't normally like being in such a submissive position, hated it normally, had never let Zach do something like this, but with Andy as a complete one off she was happy to go with it... more than happy in fact, it felt so naughty that she could feel her orgasm really starting to crest.

Andy wasn't done there though. He crossed her wrists over and, using one hand to pin them in place, his other hand reached to stroke her hip and then her thigh, and then he pulled her leg up and slipped his hand under, his fingers exploring between her ass cheeks, and she felt one of his fingers settle on her other hole itself, gently pressing.

Again, not normally something that she went with but she was so overcome with lust, a huge orgasm clearly moments away, that she simply didn't care. He continued to thrust hard and the movement, she knew, was making her ass flex and each time she felt his finger slide in a little until she suddenly felt most of his finger slide inside her ass.

That did it. The sheer, outright forbidden naughtiness of how he was fucking her, this man she'd first met just a few hours before taking her like he owned her, she came hard and long, moaning loudly repeatedly as he thrust into her again and again until she finally came down from her peak and lay there under him, looking into his eyes again, aware of his still hard cock, now inside her still and also his finger, still in her ass too.

She smiled, her wrists still pinned above her head, her hair loose, a mess. "So that's what Claire meant," she joked.

He smiled wickedly. "Oh, we're not even close to done..." Letting go of her wrists and pulling his finger gently out of her ass, he pushed back on to his knees, his still hard cock sliding out of her. "Let's get this dress off."

Harriet sat up and pulled the dress up over her head and off, then Andy reached round and undid her bra, letting it fall away so that she was as naked as him.

She reached for his rock hard cock and started to slide her hand along it, determined to show him what she could do too. He sighed and closed his eyes momentarily, then after a minute or two he lay down.

Harriet positioned herself between his legs on her hands and knees and lowered her mouth onto his cock, using her lips and tongue to touch him, and started to give the best blowjob she knew how.

Andy, though, had other ideas, and after a few minutes, when she started to think he might be close, he put his hand to her head, gently but firmly lifting her mouth from his cock and said, "Stay right there..."

Doing as she was told, Andy moved across the bed to position himself behind her and she felt his hands caress her ass before settling on her hips, and then felt his cock slide through her pubic hair again and into her.

She let out an involuntary moan, sensitive after her massive orgasm a few minutes before, unsure if she could handle sex again so soon, but determined to keep an open mind.

Andy didn't go gently with her, sliding back then thrusting hard into her, filling her with his length, making her moan again, and then he thrust again and again and again.

Harriet could, to her surprise, feel herself responding, that tension back between her legs, and soon found herself moving with Andy's thrusts, bracing herself for each one, trying to get as much as she could out of it.

She felt one of Andy's hands reach for her hair, grabbing into a rough ponytail, holding onto her as he fucked her, felt his other hand hold her ass, his thumb pressed against her other hole but mercifully, this time, not penetrating her... just enough with the hair grabbing to make her feel very, very naughty again.

A few hard thrusts and Andy came, holding himself inside her, Harriet realising a few seconds too late that she'd forgotten to insist on protection, kicking herself but also filing it in the list of things that she couldn't do anything about by now, resolving to just go with it all that night and worry about the consequences after the wedding.

Harriet thought she might get some respite at that point, but no chance. Andy pulled out and, letting go of her hair, used his hands to roll Harriet to one side so that she was lying on her back. Grinning hungrily, a lustful look in his eyes that held Harriet's full attention, he lay down next to her on his side, facing her, and reached his hand between her legs.

She gasped as his fingers went to work, stroking her and touching her expertly, while she looked at him. He leaned closer, she thought to kiss him, but after a brief touch of their lips he teased her, pulling away every time she tried to kiss him, smiling at her and her smiling back, all while his fingers did their magic and she felt a second orgasm building.

Finally he let her kiss him properly, another hungry, passionate kiss, and Harriet found herself moaning into his mouth as her orgasm got close. Andy slowed down with his fingers more and more the closer she got until she was whispering "Please..." between kisses, begging him, but he was whispering back "Not yet..." even as she felt little tremors run through her body.

Andy slowed to a stop, his fingers on her but not moving any more, even as Harriet parted her legs wide, tried to thrust her hips against him, anything to encourage him to push her over the edge but also, in truth, not wanting him to yet, wanting him to draw this insane pleasure out all night if he could.

He understood, that was clear to Harriet, and in a moment of clarity she understood properly what Claire had told her the night before about partner swapping, about the opportunity to experience something different to your normal relationship. This was so intense, so different to what she had with Zach, it felt so good she knew that this wouldn't be the last time she did something like this, no way. This feeling was like a drug.

She'd slipped back from the impending crescendo a little and so Andy resumed gently touching her, but from a different angle this time, reaching around under her thigh and hooking her leg up, then touching her from that lower angle.

Harriet lifted her other leg up to match so that she was wide open for him, and felt the pleasure between her legs ever so slowly building again and radiating out through her whole body.

She reached her hand down to touch his cock and was surprised to find it rock hard again so soon. "You took something?" she whispered breathlessly between kisses.

"No," he replied, "you're just so fucking hot I can go all night."

"Ohhhh..." Harriet moaned as he hit just the right spot, before he shifted and positioned his cock at her entrance from that side angle, all while keeping his fingers touching her. "FUUUUCCCCKKK..." was all she could shout as he slid his full length into her again, filling her so completely. She felt her vagina clench around him involuntarily, feeling the orgasm build again.

Andy started to fuck her but very slowly, hard thrusts where he held himself inside her for maybe ten or fifteen seconds before thrusting again, using the time in between to kiss her lips, her face, her neck, while his hand had moved to roughly stroke and tease her nipples.

Harriet, for her part, was incoherent with pleasure, completely out of control, moaning "Fuck..." and "My god..." and "I want you..." and a hundred other things with each slow thrust, one hand gripping Andy's ass tightly and the other clenched in the sheets. If someone had asked her at that moment what her life goals were, she could only have answered to have Andy fucking her like that forever, so into it she was, so absorbed in her pleasure.

They fucked like that for an age, slowly, intensely, afterwards Harriet thought it must have gone on for half an hour at least, half an hour spent at the absolute peak of pleasure, for Andy too from what she could tell as he was soon making similar noises to her. She wasn't sure whether she came multiple times during that fuck, or never, the concept of a distinct orgasm melting into this golden ocean of orgasmic pleasure that Andy had her floating in.

But, eventually, he pulled out and rolled her to face him, before sliding into her again so that they were fucking side by side. In this position she could fuck him as much as he could fuck her, and she did, grinding her hips against him, sliding herself onto his cock.

The pleasure built and built and then, finally, a glorious orgasm rolled through her leaving her clamping her face into his shoulder to stop her screaming out loud, her fingers dug into his back, even as he came too, long, deep moans as she felt his cock inside her spasm and felt his cum shoot into her.

Minutes passed with them both wrapped around each other side by side, a sweat soaked heap of post orgasmic bliss, and then Harriet rolled off onto her back laughing, and Andy rolled onto his back too.

He looked at her and said, "What's so funny?"

She looked back at him, lazily draping an arm across his body. "Now I really know what Claire meant by saying you're intense... wow." She paused. "I've never had something like that before."

"You were pretty good yourself," he teased.

Harriet smiled shyly. "That was all you."

They lay like that for a few more minutes, then Harriet said, "We got a bit of sweat going, fancy joining me in the shower?"

Andy smiled. "I'd like that. A lot."

Fifteen minutes later and they were both stood under the hot water of the rainfall shower, the feel of the hard drops against her naked skin leaving a pleasurable tingling sensation, her body still not completely recovered from the last hour of almost nonstop orgasmic pleasure.

They showered each other, gently, washing their skin with shower gel and Andy washing Harriet's hair too, rubbing the shampoo in and rinsing it out.

As the shower went on they inevitably kissed too, and when Harriet started to wash Andy her hands lingered on his cock, both hands slick with shower gel playing with both his cock and his balls, Harriet loving the sensation of his cock hardening at her touch.

When he was fully hard she smiled at him then dropped to her knees, the water cascading down on to her, and took his cock in her mouth, starting by kissing and licking along his length before settling into a blowjob while one hand held his ass and the other played with his balls.

She felt him shift his legs, parting them, and had a naughty thought, something she'd never tried with a guy before but knew that some were into. As she kept on with the slow blowjob she moved the hand on his ass around, so that her fingers were in his ass crack.

When he shifted his stance wider again she was sure, and with one of her fingers she found his ass hole and gently applied pressure, figuring that the water cascading down was more lubrication than he'd given her earlier.

Andy didn't react, he certainly didn't try to stop her, so she pushed and then suddenly was in up to her first knuckle, and then up to her second. Glancing up with his cock in her mouth she saw Andy looking down at her, a look of intense pleasure on his face.

She smiled around his cock, then increased the pace of the blowjob. His hands moved to her head, she thought maybe to control the pace, but then he pushed her head gently but firmly away.

"Fuck that feels good," he said, a small smile on his lips. "But come up here."

Harriet pulled her finger out and Andy helped her to stand, then put his hands under her thighs and lifted her up. His cock stood proud and he slowly lowered Harriet onto it, holding her thighs tightly while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard.

They stood like that, the water still falling on them, for a few minutes, Harriet loving the feeling of him being inside her again, before she saw a hunger in Andy's eyes and he pushed her against the wall of the shower, starting to thrust into her with something to get purchase against.

Harriet was so aroused still that she found herself moaning and gasping in pleasure again immediately, each thrust hitting just the right spot. Andy, for his part, was making all the right noises too, but then he stopped and said, "Let's go back in the bedroom," before he kissed her passionately, her returning the kiss with interest, Harriet desperate for more.

Andy lifted her off his cock but didn't put her down, instead carrying her, Harriet's legs and arms wrapped around him, over to the bed. When they got there he put her down on the edge and then rolled her firmly onto her front so that she was bent over, her chest lying down, her ass pointing out, her feet on the floor.

She turned her head as he pushed her legs apart and watched in the mirror, the same mirror that she'd watched Zach strip her naked in just that afternoon, as he then slid his cock hard into her from behind. Harriet grabbed the sheets with both hands and cried out in a mix of pleasure and surprise, not quite sure if she was good with this situation or not but willing to go with it on this night, in this context, and with Andy specifically who'd built up a lot of credit in the bank with her with that insane fuck earlier.

Andy started to fuck her hard, then after a minute or so he leaned over, pushing her wet hair aside, and started to kiss her neck and cheek before starting to thrust again. One of his hands was on her hips, the other on her back, but then he reached for both her arms and pulled them behind her back, not roughly again but certainly using his strength, pinning her wrists behind her as he fucked her.

Harriet looked in the mirror again and nearly came on the spot at what she saw... her pinned, his fuck toy, an almost animalistic look on his face, her legs bent at right angles to her chest, his hefty cock, this divine instrument of outright pleasure, disappearing into her with each thrust. This was something she would never do with Zach, probably never do with anyone again, but with Andy right then... so fucking hot.

He kept thrusting for a few more minutes all while Harriet felt her latest orgasm just moments away, fighting desperately not to cum before he did, and then the moment she felt him start to cum inside her she came too, tightening around him, each thrust bringing a loud moan.

Andy let go of her wrists and when, after a few more seconds, he pulled out she rolled on to her back, looking up at him.

"That was... intense," she said, trying to catch her breath.

"You're ok?" he replied. He was panting from his exertions and she wasn't surprised.

"Yeah, I'm ok, it was good." She paused and laughed. "So that's what I trigger if I put my finger there!"

He laughed and nodded. "My animal side... Let me grab us some towels and we can get dry."

When he came back out of the bathroom he had a towel round his waist and used another towel to gently dry Harriet's body before also part drying her hair. She smiled and returned the favour, and then they kissed.

"So how does this work now?" she asked. "You're staying over?"

"That's usually how it goes. Do you mind?"

"Not at all, but I think we should get into bed and try to get some sleep, with the wedding tomorrow and everything."

Andy pretended to sulk. "If we have to..."

Harriet laughed. "We don't need to go straight to sleep I guess..."

She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and tie her hair back, and when she came back out Andy had turned off the lights other than the bedside light and climbed under the sheets, lying on his side and looking over at her.

Harriet smiled and enjoyed how his eyes followed her as she walked around the room naked. God, she thought, it is so nice to be desired. Not that Zach didn't, but someone new just looked at her in a different, more longing way. She could feel herself getting aroused again, and didn't mind that one bit.

In fact she put on a bit of a show, walking around in front of him for a few minutes longer than strictly necessary and then, when she got onto the bed, not slipping under the covers but lying on her back on top instead. This was the first man she'd been alone with naked other than Zach for years, and she was enjoying it.

"You've got a great body, you know that?" said Andy, smiling.

"So do you," replied Harriet, and it was true. Andy's hand had reached out and was lazily tracing along her body, fingers brushing over her breasts and nipples, her collar bone, her toned stomach, her thighs, everywhere in fact but between her legs which she was grateful for... she needed at least some recovery time.

The trouble was though that he was so good at touching her, and after a few minutes his touch had the effect that he probably intended, Harriet aware that she was wet for him again, as if she ever hadn't been, and craving him to go further, to touch her properly.

He didn't though, he was too good for that. Instead he just continued lazily stroking her, and he must have known the effect he was having from the way that her nipples stood hard, the way she gasped when he brushed over them, the way her breathing was getting more rapid.

All the while she looked at him and him at her, a slight, patient smile on his face, him saying from time to time things like "You're so beautiful, you know that?" and "God, I want you so much right now."

Eventually, after who knew how long off this kind of foreplay, if that was even the right word for it after they'd fucked so much already, Harriet climbed under the covers herself and switched off the lights so that they were in the dark, only a faint light shining through a gap in the curtains.

In the dark. Naked. In bed with another man. Another man that was touching her again. Harriet felt, out of nowhere, a sense of urgency, a desperation not to let this opportunity and this moment pass her by, so she rolled on to her side and kissed Andy again, reaching her hand to take hold of his cock which, again, was rock hard.

"I want you inside me," she whispered. "I need you inside me." She paused. "All night... I want you to do to me what you want to do to me, all night long. Ok?"

"Ok," he whispered back.

"Seriously, I'm yours until you leave in the morning." She kissed him again. "But please..." She shifted her hips towards him, pushed herself against him, felt his cock pushed up between her legs, close to sliding into her again. "Please be inside me."

With that, she took his cock again in her hand and, positioning it in the right place, flexed her hips and felt him slide into her easily. She gasped at the feeling, she'd lost count of how many times he'd been inside her already, but then his mouth was on hers and she felt a tremor roll through her at the realisation that there was more, much more to come.

The build up had been so erotic, so intense, that Harriet found herself cumming in no time, no time at all, a shaking, moaning orgasm where her arms and legs wrapped around Andy and she clung on while he thrust through it.

Andy kept to his word though and stayed inside her, kept right there, slowing down for a few minutes but then rolling Harriet onto her back, starting to slow fuck her in missionary position.

Harriet realised with a jolt that this was too close to what she'd promised Zach wouldn't happen, so whispered, "Lift my legs...". Andy gladly obliged, putting Harriet's legs onto his shoulders, penetrating deep, and then continuing to slowly fuck her.

That position was one that rarely failed to work for Harriet, and this was no exception, her second orgasm in quick succession rolling through her as he increased the pace, but then again he didn't let up, the intensity right back, as he rolled her over onto her front, pulling her hips up then sliding into her.

This time, after cumming twice so close together, she knew an orgasm was some time away. She also knew what she wanted... something she didn't want often, but when she did she really did.

"You can do the other thing," she said, trying to look back at him over her shoulder but unable to see much in the dark.

"The other thing?" She could hear the excitement in his voice.

"You know what I mean..."

She felt him slide out of her, then felt the tip of his cock press against her other hole, well lubricated already from fucking her and start to push.

Harriet braced herself, knowing that the initial discomfort was worth it, feeling him suddenly slide in a couple of inches before he paused to let her adapt. He then slid in further in stages until he was fully in, then waited there.

She felt so used at that point, so debased, she could feel her arousal going to insane levels, but she had one request. "Let me lower my hips again."

"Of course..." As she slowly lowered her hips Andy matched her movements, cock deep inside her ass, until she was lying on her front, arms braced against the head of the bed, legs wide apart. She felt and heard him move himself until he was lying on top of her, felt his breath and then his lips on her neck, felt one hand on her back while the other gently massaged her left breast beneath her, as he ever so slowly pulled out, and then ever so slowly slid back into her.

If Harriet had thought that what went before was intense, it was nothing compared to this. Andy didn't do anal like any other man she'd encountered. While they, including Zach, had always treated anal as something to get done as quickly as possible before she changed her mind, Andy was quite the opposite.

Instead, Andy treated it as he treated all sex, an exercise in intense connection with his partner. As he made slow, gentle anal love to her she was surprised at how caring he was with it, stroking and caressing her, kissing her, telling her how stunning she was, and eventually moving his hand between her legs to touch her clitoris, slowly stroking her in time to his thrusts.

When, after maybe ten minutes, she heard Andy's breathing quicken, felt his thrusts get a little harder despite his best efforts to control himself, and then felt and heard him cum inside her ass, Harriet knew that she still needed something more.

He pulled out and when she turned her head he kissed her, until she whispered, "Go down on me."

Without a word he did just that, Harriet rolling onto her back and Andy kissing down her until his tongue was buried between her legs, within a couple of minutes giving her the release that she needed, yet another orgasm crashing through her at his expert hands, Andy's strong hands holding her hips as she bucked against his tongue which drew out the orgasm for longer and longer until she almost couldn't take any more.

She lay there in a post orgasmic haze while Andy climbed back up the bed and lay down next to her, kissing her gently, holding her as she cuddled up to him. Her mind drifted to thinking about Zach and Claire, wondering what they might have been up to since they went their separate ways earlier in the evening, and Harriet realised that without a doubt there were things that Andy had done to her that she needed, somehow, to get Zach to do for her in future too. Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep in Andy's strong embrace was a nice one... that it had been a good night.

Sometime later, in the middle of the night, the room dark, Harriet had rolled over and was asleep in a loose spooning position with Andy, his strong arms wrapped around her, her back gently pressed against his chest, their legs resting easily against each other.

Although, not loose for long. She wasn't sure the next day what had started it, whether she'd been instinctively backing into Andy in her sleep, pressing her ass back against his cock, or whether it had been him gently kissing her neck, exposed as it was to his lips in that position. Maybe both?

Whatever or whoever instigated it though, Harriet sleepily started to wake to the wonderful feeling of his kisses, of one of his hands gently tracing patterns, teasing patterns, between her legs, his other hand toying playfully with her nipple. She let out a sleepy sigh of pleasure and whispered, "I thought we were sleeping..."

She heard Andy's quiet chuckle, then he whispered back, "I'll stop if you want me to... just say."

Harriet smiled to herself in the dark and deliberately pushed her ass back against his hard again cock, still sleepy but desperate for him to keep going, and pleased to hear an exhalation from him as she did. "Don't you fucking dare stop..." she whispered back.

His only answer was to keep kissing and stroking her, and Harriet reached her hand back to first of all stroke his thigh before he shifted his hips back and she could reach behind to take his cock in her hand.

They lay there like that for a long while, lazily entwined, touching each other, turning each other on, playing with each other. It was completely unhurried, warm and safe under the sheets in bed together, feeling like they were the only two people in the world at whatever time in the early hours it was, both still recovering from their multiple orgasms earlier and enjoying the slow build.

Eventually, when Harriet could feel her arousal was at insane levels, she realised that she wanted, no needed, Andy inside her. She rolled over and whispered to him, "Now we do this my way."

He responded by kissing her, an intense kiss filled with physical longing, a kiss that spoke of his desperation for something more than just kissing too. Harriet pushed gently on his shoulder and he rolled on to his back, then she quickly straddled him.

In the dim light she could just make out his face, see his eyes looking up into hers, and as she reached down for his hard cock and lowered herself on to it she was thrilled to see a look of almost ecstasy from him.

His cock inside her now, Harriet started to grind on him, quickly getting into a regular motion, her hands on his chest while his hands roamed over her ass and hips and breasts, sending a tingling feeling all over her at his touch.

Harriet knew that she wasn't going to take long from here, but at the same time was determined for the first time really that night be the one setting the pace, so that when Andy started to thrust in to her she stopped and whispered, "We do this at my pace, ok?" To emphasise her point she took both his hands and pushed them back over his head against the pillows, leaning forward so that her weight pinned him in place this time. "You like that?" she whispered before kissing him.

He let out a sigh of something bordering frustration and high arousal, and kissed her back.

"You're not used to someone else setting the pace, are you?" Harriet teased, starting to grind slowly on his cock again.

"No..." Andy let out a long, quiet moan of pleasure, "... never."

Harriet laughed. "First time for everything... We're going to take this slow."

She was true to her word, slowing right down, bringing the pace to something that worked for her, ever so slowly and deliberately grinding on Andy's cock, enjoying ever inch of his hardness sliding in and out of her, an exquisite build up of pleasure that she could see was matched in Andy.

When, finally, she could hear his breath growing faster she let go of his wrists and sat back up, increasing the pace, and as his hands found her body again she felt her own orgasm building rapidly, one hand kneading her breast while the other had taken a tight hold of her ass.

The pace built and built, neither wanting it to end but both knowing that it must at some point soon, and as they got more and more frantic suddenly Andy took charge again, lifting up and flipping Harriet onto her back, then thrusting into her hard and fast. For her part she didn't mind this switch in roles one bit, loved that for this one night she could surrender to just being taken like that, and wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him into her, almost willing him to join with her.

The orgasm, after such a long build, after so many already that night, hit her like a bolt of lightning, a screaming, mindless riot of pleasure as wave after wave coursed through her and she felt, again, Andy cumming inside her too, his own deep moans mingling with her screams.

When they'd finished they lay wrapped up together for an age afterwards, sweaty, kissing repeatedly, slowly stroking each other, Andy's cock staying inside her. When he first tried to pull out Harriet wouldn't let him, holding him inside even as his cock softened, until finally she did let go and he rolled onto his back. Within moments they were both falling asleep for the second time that night, Harriet cuddled up to Andy again, her hand idly stroking his chest.

The next morning Harriet was woken by the sound of a key card unlocking the bedroom door and the door then opening. Looking over in surprise towards the door she saw Zach come into the room, a smile on his face.

"Morning beautiful," he said, walking over with a takeaway coffee cup in his hand and handing it to Harriet as she sat up blearily.

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts she realised that, first, she was completely naked, covered only by a sheet, and then with a shock she looked to the bed, worried that Zach had walked in on Andy sleeping naked next to her. The bed was empty save for her though.

"Morning," Harriet mumbled, taking a grateful sip of the coffee. "Give me a moment to come around..."

"Of course." He stood up and, with a kiss on her cheek, went off to the bathroom.

A few minutes later when he came back out, Harriet had pulled herself together although she'd not yet moved from the bed.

"So..." said Zach with a twinkle in his eye. "Good night last night? I mean it must have been if you're only waking up now!"

"What time is it?"

"11am."

"11am!" Harriet felt herself blushing. "I... I mean we... didn't get to sleep until quite late."

Zach started laughing. "Don't worry, it's ok. If it reassures you neither did we."

"Where's he gone?"

"Andy?" asked Zach.

"Yep... do you know where he is?"

"I'd guess he left you to sleep around 9am? He messaged Claire to say he was heading back to their room so I made myself scarce. I figured it might not be cool to be there still in bed with his wife when he got back." He paused. "So... are we going to talk about each of our last nights?"

Harriet smiled, feeling like she was getting back to her normal self. She reached out a hand to squeeze Zach's, and he smiled back. "We should definitely talk about them, but I need some time myself to process it all. It was an intense night. Very intense."

Zach nodded. "Agreed. Same for me to be honest, there was a lot. Are we going to tell each other everything that happened?"

Harriet thought for a moment. "I think we should when we do talk. That feels like the healthy thing to do."

"Yeah, I think so too. Tell me two things now though, first are you ok? And second was it good?"

Harriet smiled. "Yes, I'm all ok thank you." Zach nodded. "And second, yeah, it really was. How about you?"

Zach laughed. "Same... I'm ok, and it was really good." He paused. "Do you think we've discovered a new thing for us?"

"I think so... but I don't think we can do that again with them. That would start to get too weird, would feel a bit risky I think. Like it becomes something more than what was, really, a one night stand..."

"I couldn't agree more."

"Because," continued Harriet, as she climbed out from under the sheets, still completely naked, and straddled Zach where he sat on the bed, putting her arms around his shoulders. She kissed him passionately. "Because... tonight, and tomorrow, I'm reclaiming you for me."

Zach laughed between kisses. "And me you. Why don't we not talk about anything that happened last night today, enjoy the wedding, do some reclamation later on, then tomorrow we can talk and... reclaim each other properly. Deal?"

"Deal."

Late that evening, after most of the wedding festivities had taken place, the ceremony, the drinks reception, the meal, the speeches (amusingly delayed as no one could find the bride), the first dance, Zach and Harriet had done exactly as they'd agreed... they'd enjoyed the wedding, parking what had happened the night before and getting into the swing of things. Claire and Andy had kept their distance and that seemed to work well for all concerned.

After half an hour of dancing, and somewhat the worse for wear for all of the drink that came with a wedding like that, Harriet was just walking back from fetching something from her room when she saw a familiar figure walking down the dimly lit pathway in front of her.

"Claire!" she called out instinctively, only realising as she said it that she wasn't really mentally prepared for a one-to-one conversation with the woman who'd slept with her husband the night before. And, indeed, with the woman whose husband Harriet had had sex with too.

Claire turned and in the half light Harriet saw her do a double take before smiling... clearly she'd caught Claire off guard too.

"Hey," said Claire as Harriet walked up to her. Friendly but also ever so slightly cautious was Harriet's impression, though a welcome improvement on whatever the look had been during the ceremony earlier.

"Hey..." replied Harriet, and there was an awkward silence between the two of them as they looked at each other. An image flashed through Harriet's head of Claire, without the dress she was wearing on, with nothing on except her high heals and necklace, her beautiful naked body riding Zach, both in the throws of passion, and Harriet felt her cheeks redden slightly before she pushed the thought back out of her mind. Not the time to be imagining things like that.

"So..." said Claire, "... are we ok?" She was looking at Harriet intently, trying Harriet thought to work out whether this was going to be a good conversation or a bad conversation.

Harriet smiled, keen to diffuse any tension. "Yeah, I think so. If you are?"

Claire smiled in relief. "Yeah, definitely." She paused. "That's good because I'm more than a little drunk, and I don't think I could handle any complex conversation."

"Me too... on both fronts. The lack of sleep doesn't help."

Claire laughed. "No, it doesn't."

They stood facing each other for a few moments.

"Sorry, I don't normally see either of the other couple the next day. Or ever again in fact. This is unusual for me." Claire paused, then continued, "You... slept with my husband." Harriet smiled kindly, and then Claire asked, "What was he like?"

Harriet thought for a moment. "Just as you described, very intense."

"Was he good?"

Blushing at the memory, Harriet nodded. Then, to switch the subject, not sure if she was comfortable if Claire got into details, Harriet said, "You slept with my husband. What was he like?"

"Gentle, caring, he was good. A perfect change to Andy... you're very lucky."

"So are you," replied Harriet, grinning.

"Have you talked to Zach yet about what we did?" asked Claire.

"Not yet... tomorrow. How about you and Andy?"

"Yeah, we talked." Claire looked away then back at Harriet. "You and he didn't hold back." She said it with a smile and a raised eyebrow, but Harriet detected a hint of something beneath it, something harder, something that underpinned the tension she'd seen between Claire and Andy during the wedding.

Harriet reached out and took Claire's hand in hers to reassure her. "I'm sorry if... well, if I crossed a line... if I'd known..."

Claire smiled though. "No, don't worry... I'm a little jealous, I'll be completely honest, but that's not on you. That's on me." She paused and looked at Harriet for a few seconds that turned into a few more. "Do you think anyone would miss us at the party for a while?"

"No, why?" Harriet was perplexed and her half drunk mind was playing catch up.

Claire smiled secretively, and simply said with a tug on Harriet's hand, "Come with me."

She walked off at a fast pace, Harriet hurrying to keep up as Claire didn't loosen her grip on Harriet's hand, both of their dresses swirling around them as they went.

They went down a path between two buildings, away from the wedding festivities, until they went through the gate to a herb garden and reached the centre where Claire stopped and turned to face Harriet.

"This should be pretty quiet I think," she said, smiling again at Harriet in the twilight, the music from the dancefloor at the other end of the hotel floating over the warm summer air and the golden glow of the recently set sun visible on the horizon, the brighter stars starting to come out in the dark sky up above.

"Quiet for what?" replied Harriet, confused. "What are we doing here?"

Claire looked at Harriet then stepped closer. "Zach told me about your hall pass..." She gave Harriet a significant look as she said it.

Ah, thought Harriet, the hall pass... Zach's open ended offer that Harriet could do anything with any woman so long as she told him all about it afterwards, and she knew also Zach's fantasy. She'd used it often enough to see Phoebe, but now it seemed that Claire knew about it too.

"That's very naughty of Zach," replied Harriet. "Just because it exists doesn't mean it gets used all the time." Despite being more than a little drunk by then, and despite finding Claire really quite attractive, Harriet felt the need to push back a little.

Claire had taken both of Harriet's hands in hers by then, and was stood close to her, looking into Harriet's eyes intently. "So I'm a bit drunk, and you're a bit drunk, and if I'm honest I'm feeling pretty jealous..."

"Jealous?" asked Harriet.

"Yes, jealous... Andy had a very good night. I could tell. So... I want to make him jealous too, kind of a revenge thing I guess. Just a little, but enough. And I thought maybe you and I could fool around a little to do that." She paused. "Do I sound crazy?"

Harriet laughed but didn't turn away. She shrugged. "A little..."

Claire laughed as well. "I'll take only a little... you're telling me you're not even a little jealous too? Of Zach sleeping with me?" Harriet just looked at Claire but felt herself blushing. "Of Zach touching me, and me touching him?" Claire had moved her face closer to Harriet's, and Harriet stayed still. "Of him doing amazing things to me..." Claire's mouth was inches from Harriet's. "Of these lips and this tongue on his cock?"

Claire held still, a devilish look in her eyes, so close to Harriet's face. Harriet realised, as Claire said it, that she did feel some jealousy, felt something building inside her... the memory of catching Zach staring at Claire during the wedding meal, a look she'd tried to ignore but couldn't, the mental image of the two of them together taking each other to the height of pleasure... yes, dammit, she did feel jealous. Not much, but enough.

Above all else though she felt something else... she felt lust building, lust for Claire, the desire to claim her right there and then. Kind of but not quite a revenge fuck, but she didn't know quite the word for it.

Thank god for the hall pass, she thought, as Harriet was the one who closed those last couple of inches, her lips gently brushing up against Claire's lips before their kiss grew harder, more passionate.

In no time at all they were pressed up against each other, lips and tongues and hands, a passionate, drunken embrace, the confusion and emotions of the last 24 hours pouring out as they held each other desperately, as if they each wanted to prove to themselves that this other woman who'd slept with their husband was theirs really.

After a few minutes they came up for air, but Harriet could tell from how aroused she was that there was no chance she was going back to the wedding just yet. Claire clearly felt the same as she indicated a gazebo at one end of the herb garden with cushioned seats and said, "Shall we sit down?"

Harriet just bit her lip and nodded, and the two women walked over hand in hand and sat next to each other. "Now where were we?" joked Harriet as she leaned in to kiss Claire again.

Claire though held back for just one second. "We don't have long, just remember that."

"Fuck it," whispered Harriet as her lips met Claire's. "Trust me, we've got as long as we need."

This time their kiss was slower, more tender, less hurried, and all the better for it. Their hands roamed all over each other, Harriet thrilling to feel Claire's touch through the fabric of her dress, thrilling too at the gasp that came from Claire when Harriet stroked and teased the hardened nipple that she could feel through her dress.

It wasn't long before Claire whispered, "I need you to touch me..." and tried to move Harriet's hand down between her legs.

"I'll go one better..." replied Harriet with a smile, sliding off the seat to kneel on the floor while Claire parted her legs. Harriet felt the rough texture of the paving under her knees but didn't care, happy just to get the chance to show Claire what she could do.

Lifting up her dress to Claire's waist, Harriet took a moment to look up at her, to be met by possibly the most lustful look she'd ever seen from Claire, Claire's hand reaching for the back of Harriet's head to try and pull her face between her legs.

Moving the hand away gently, Harriet teased, "Patience..." and then started to kiss Claire's inner thighs, teasing her, kissing everywhere except for where Claire really wanted.

Harriet teased her like that for a few minutes, pleased to hear frustrated gasps and sighs coming from Claire, until finally she reached for Claire's underwear and pulled them down and off, leaving her open to Harriet.

Claire was completely shaved between her legs, different to Harriet's experiences with Phoebe, and she felt a shiver of excitement to experience something new as she gently probed with her tongue, running it along Claire's slit and enjoying the taste of her, noticing just how wet Claire was for Harriet's touch.

For the next few minutes Harriet did what she'd learned to do very well indeed from Phoebe in recent months, going down on Claire expertly, using her tongue and fingers to build the pleasure, then release it, then build again, edging her to make the final climax all the more intense.

Claire had already been close to orgasm twice, so much so that she'd whispered, "I'm cumming..." although she hadn't quite got there, when a scuffing noise made Harriet snap her head up, Claire too looking in the same direction.

Quickly Harriet recognised the figure of Andy, stood leaning against the gazebo, watching them. She'd kept her fingers inside Claire and when she turned back to Claire she asked, "Shall I stop?"

Claire shook her head emphatically though. "No... keep going," she whispered. Then, looking at Andy, she let out a low moan as Harriet continued to slowly slide her fingers in and out and said quietly, "Andy can watch but not touch." She paused and moaned again. "Harriet is mine not yours tonight."

Harriet saw Andy nod but say nothing, and after a few seconds she resumed what she'd been doing, her tongue going to work again. Before long she felt Claire responding to her, felt little twitches as she clenched around Harriet's fingers inside her, saw Claire's head go back and her back start to arch, and suddenly Claire came, trying to keep quiet but not quite managing it, a series of louder moans disturbing the tranquillity of the garden... Harriet thought to herself that anyone walking by could be in no doubt what was happening in the gazebo.

As Claire came back down from the heights, Harriet moved back up on to the seat and kissed her again, a lazy, slow kiss that Claire returned enthusiastically.

"Thank you," whispered Claire. "That was something else." She paused, then said a little louder, presumably for Andy's benefit, "You are so good at that..."

Harriet glanced at Andy then back at Claire. "You're welcome..." She kissed Claire again then whispered, "We should get back to the wedding party before anyone else misses us."

Claire pretended to pout. "But I want to do the same for you..."

Harriet laughed. "If you're ever in Sydney I'll take you up on that. But tonight it's only Zach for me." She sat up and took a moment to tidy her hair, then looking at Andy she leaned over and whispered to Claire, "Give my turn to Andy instead..."

As she got up and walked away with a final quick kiss for Claire and a smile for Andy, a smile he returned with a nod, she glanced back to see him walking over to where Claire was sat. Pausing for a few moments, she saw Andy stand in front of her, saw Claire undo his belt, saw her looking up at him with a mix of lust and love in her eyes, and when she saw Claire take Andy's hard cock in her mouth, a cock that Harriet knew so well after the night before, she turned and left them to it, happy that, after a fashion, she'd helped the two of them to reconnect and maybe reconcile after their adventures of the past 24 hours.

When she got back to the wedding party a few minutes later, Harriet went straight over to where Zach was sitting talking to some of their friends near the dancefloor, a broad grin on her face. He looked up at her with a quizzical smile of his own.

"You'll never believe what just happened to me..." teased Harriet.

Zach looked at her for a moment, then said, "You've got that look...?"

"Yeah I have," Harriet replied with a laugh. "There's something I need to tell you about that just happened." She paused, realising that she was horny as hell after going down on Claire, really desperate for her own release. "But... I need something from you."

He looked at her quizzically. "Need something from me?"

"Urgently," she replied, holding out her hand. "Come with me. We need to go back to our room for a minute." She leaned in to whisper once he was standing, "You told Claire about the hall pass..."

They hurried back to their room, both joking and laughing as they went, until they got back through the door. As soon as they were inside Harriet led Zach over to their bed and told him to lie down.

Not wanting to spoil a good thing, he did as instructed and Harriet undid his trousers, slipping them and his underwear down, his hard cock springing free... clearly he'd had an idea about what she meant.

Harriet was so turned on still, her anticipation so high, that she didn't need any foreplay... Claire had taken care of that.

Straddling Zach, pushing her underwear to one side, she slid down onto him, moaning as she felt his hard length fill her up. "Perfect," she gasped with a happy smile, looking down at him.

"So tell me..." he said with a moan of his own as she started to build a rhythm.

She grinned through her building pleasure. "So I saw Claire walking back towards the wedding..." Harriet moaned softly. "And we got talking..." Another moan. "And it turned out she was feeling pretty jealous..."

As the story went on, her orgasm was building, until she could barely talk to finish the story.

But that was fine... Zach had caught the gist and, by then, she suspected he didn't really care either, much much more focused as they both were on reclaiming each other after the night before.

And as she came, as an orgasm rolled through her that was the culmination of everything from the last 24 hours and better, she realised, than anything that Andy had given her the night before, all she could say between moans as she collapsed onto Zach was, "I love you... Thank you... I love you so much."