Swapping

I had an idea to change the male and female characters around in previous stories, so some elements of this may appear familiar if slightly twisted around.

Please note 'swopping' and 'swapping' are both legitimate spellings of the same word depending on what side of the Atlantic you are on.

Hope you enjoy.

Satin.

***

Harry had to admit Deborah cut an imposing figure. She was tall at 5ft 10 but always wore high heels sending her well over 6ft. She usually pulled her long dark hair into quite a severe pony tail matching her often stern approach. It was part of an image she felt was needed as a woman working in her family's property development business.

Deborah seemed to know everyone; she was constantly at the centre of what was happening. That was how she met Harry, when his firm was contracted to complete architectural designs for the redevelopment of an old industrial cotton mill. They were from very different backgrounds but got on incredibly well.

Harry was mesmerised by her and built up the courage to ask her out. Deborah explained that she was already dating someone, but it wasn't serious or exclusive, so she'd love to go out with him.

That made Harry a bit nervous but he surmised it often happened at the start of relationships. Despite that concern, their initial dates went fantastically well and they began seeing more of each other over the following weeks.

There were times where Deborah wasn't available for dates. Meetings and events linked to the family business took up a lot of her time and their projects spread across multiples cities. Harry was frustrated with the amount of times she was unavailable and something didn't feel quite right.

When he broached it with Deborah her forthright explanation threw him completely, "It's mostly business conflicts but well... I'm still seeing Grant some of the time."

"What the fuck, we've been seeing each other for months!"

"We never said we were exclusive, I didn't specifically say where I was as I didn't want to upset you! Anyway it doesn't effect us, we've been great together and the thing with Grant isn't serious."

"So your having sex with him?"

"Well yeah!"

"And you left me hanging while going out with him?"

"I suppose so at odd times if he'd asked first. Everything felt separate between the two of you."

They went around it some more, but Deborah was adamant she wasn't doing anything wrong.

Harry was devastated he'd thought she was 'the one' but knew he had move on. They never officially ended but the next time Deborah called him to go out, Harry busy. That was actually true, he managed to get a date with a friend of his sister.

By the fourth phone call Deborah worked out Harry was seeing other people. She was angry but pleaded with him to meet up and talk.

***

Deborah's initial anger had died, she wasn't stupid and realised Harry was doing the exact same thing she had. He probably did it to prove the point, even though she'd never rejected Harry four times in a row! She realised a lot of effort was needed to get Harry back.

"Harry I am sorry, I never realised how hurtful it was when I was seeing Grant. Now you're the one seeing other people and I've realised how you felt; like you thinking I didn't care and was neglecting you. Also that I wasn't committed and was taking precious time away from us."

"Jesus Deborah I thought we had something special and certainly exclusive. I don't understand why you needed someone else."

"It's special to me as well and I've realised just how much. I've ended things with Grant and I'm asking if you'll consider going back out with me exclusively."

Harry wasn't sure at all, he rationalised that she hadn't actually lied, although she had omitted a lot. They hadn't confirmed exclusivity, he had assumed it given the nature of their relationship. Above all else he was keenly aware that he'd fallen hard for Deborah and didn't want to lose her. She brought an energy and connection into his life that he had been missing. Harry was an introvert with a few close friends; Deborah was more outgoing, she dragged him 'out of himself' and made his life far more interesting.

***

Everyone was impressed by Deborah, Harry included, she was driven, direct and got things done. That included their relationship, by their late 20s they moved from dating through engagement and into marriage.

Deborah was from a wealthy background and had a large extended family, many of them worked in the family business. The matriarch was Deborah's Grandmother Ivy, it was she and her husband who'd originally made their fortune many years ago. As a result she controlled one of the wealthiest estate and property portfolios in the area. Deborah's father insisted on a 'pre nup' to protect the business, Harry didn't argue about it, he wasn't interested in her money.

One of the many things Deborah liked about their relationship was how well they worked together as a couple, she gave him focus and helped him succeed.

At the time he met Deborah, Harry's firm had dedicated him as liaison to their biggest clients. That changed when Deborah's father James bought out Harry's firm and they transferred everyone into the parent organisation to provide their own 'in house' architectural services.

The team of architects didn't fit well with the new organisation, especially the old school command and control management approach adopted by James. The various family members who filled many of the middle management positions were little better.

Deborah's parents especially James seemed to dislike Harry from the onset. He accepted they would be protective of their daughter but it went well beyond that, at best he felt tolerated rather than liked.

At work James seemed to target Harry, nothing he did was good enough or quick enough! He seemed to enjoy giving his son-in-law a hard time and emphasising who was in charge. The contrast couldn't have been more different when Harry met Deborah's Grandmother Ivy. She was warm and friendly, interested in people and clearly as smart as a tack. She talked about balancing profits with social responsibility and empowering people within the business to make changes.

Ivy praised her granddaughters choice of man, he had worked his way through school and university to become an architect which she respected. They shared common ground over their upbringing in poor industrial towns. Ivy asked Harry to work alongside her on some social housing projects.

At times Harry had to remind Deborah to leave the attitude at work. She admitted to being a bit bossy, saying it ran in the family. In contrast Harry was pretty laid back but wasn't a push over, and told her when she was getting a bit too bullish. That balance worked well in their relationship.

***

Everything was good... great in fact for the vast majority of their lives. Deborah felt a little restless at times but couldn't quite put her finger on the cause. There was the prospect of starting a family which they hadn't quite resolved despite Harry being very eager to do so. She felt their sex lives had stalled, becoming routine and then infrequent, compounded by the pressures of work and time. Certainly they were busy, but everything seemed to come before any intimacy. She happily recalled her active and varied sex life through college.

As usual she vented to Lisa a colleague at work, and the only other woman involved at that level of the business.

Deborah was trying to explain her situation, "Oh you know it's the same old, same old; and it's only once every couple of weeks these days."

Lisa was appalled, "Jesus that's pretty poor at any age let alone yours, you need to spice things up."

"Yeah and how would I go about that?"

"Well you could consider an affair!!"

Deborah almost choked on her drink, "Jesus I thought you were going to suggest a trip away with Harry, going out for dinner or some lingerie! I couldn't do that; I love him too much to cheat."

Lisa laughed at her shocked response, "Well it's good to remind you of that fact. Ok, do you talk much to Harry about your sex life?

"No not really, we just go along with things without discussing anything in depth. It's probably the only area of our lives we don't share fully."

"Well as a start point then, you need to discuss sex and be open and honest about things?"

"God how do I even begin that conversation?"

"Ask him how he feels about things, if you're struggling to progress the conversation ask him about his desires and fantasies. That might give you something to work on. Speaking of which what are your fantasies? In an ideal world what would you want to do and with who?"

"Jesus don't joke about it, I forgot all my fantasies once I got married."

"Who says I am joking, can you promise to keep a secret."

"Of course and I hope that works both ways, I'd hate to think anyone else would find out about my sex life."

"I wouldn't ever say anything, promise! Sooo one of the things me and Greg do is play about with other people."

"What you mean you... you're swingers!""

Lisa burst out laughing, "Look at your face, relax Deborah it's not that uncommon. We're not really swingers; it's just occasionally when we meet couples we like. It certainly stokes the fires, we've been all over each other since we started, it might be the competing thing. Most guys are possessive but not all, it's a common male fantasy to see their wives desired and I like to see Greg with other women. You just have to make certain whatever you do is mutually agreed and you communicate with each other. I can tell you from experience it will certainly build your confidence and self-esteem."

For the next few days and weeks thoughts bounced around Deborah's brain, desire, attraction, fantasies! Lisa's advice seemed sensible, she wanted to talk to Harry and see how he reacted. That talk might work better after they had just made love and felt close.

***

"Would you like to take me to bed Harry, it's been a while."

Harry accepted eagerly, they went to bed and made love. It was nice, maybe good even!

They were cuddling afterward when Deborah bit the bullet and started the conversation she had been dreading, "Tell me Harry, how would you describe our sex life?"

Harry's stomach lurched, "It's... fine, isn't it?"

"That's it, just fine!"

The abrupt reply worried Harry, "Well yeah, I guess life gets in the way. We never seem to have the time to think about it with the long hours at work; your dad is a bit of a slave driver!"

"So that's it then, we just give up and blame work!"

"Clearly not if you're unhappy about it, I didn't realise you were... dissatisfied!"

"Not dissatisfied but maybe a little restless. Do you have any fantasies or things you desire; is there anything that would make it better for you?"

"God I don't know Deborah, I would like more time to have fun like this and be with you."

"I have been thinking back to college, I enjoyed the experiences I had before we settled down; the idea of more variety is a turn on. So what's are your fantasies Harry, we need to be honest and I'll do anything I can to help improve things."

Harry shifted nervously, "Shit I don't know, its not something I think about a lot!"

"Come on, talk to me!"

"Well if we're being brutally honest, I suppose there is one thing I never got to try, but you can't get angry about it."

"I'll try my best."

"I always wanted to have sex with someone who had a really big rack!"

Deborah crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, "Oh my God you pig, I can't help being small!"

"We agree you wouldn't get angry; anyway I love yours, your nipples are like bullets."

She hit him with the pillow, "That was almost a good recovery."

Harry was worried, it sounded to him like he wasn't enough for Deborah. She seemed to sense it, "Remember this doesn't change how I feel about you; we're still great as a couple, we work together and I love you utterly."

"I love you too, but it sounds like you aren't happy and we need to change things. I'd like to recapture that desire and excitement as well; it's not healthy for either of us to go through the motions."

Both of them felt better for the conversation and being able to talk things in a light hearted way. They had talked honestly about sex probably for the first time in their marriage.

For Harry the idea that Deborah wasn't fully satisfied niggled away. Deborah on the other hand was more than aware that her swinger friend Lisa did indeed have rather large breasts.

***

In contrast to his unsettled home life, Harry's work life improved greatly. He was working directly with Ivy on social housing projects which James did his best to ignore. He was glad to be free from James who always gave the impression he thought Harry wasn't good enough for his daughter.

Ivy's enthusiasm was infectious; they talked about her plans for hours and grew closer as a result. She was the only one of her family he liked and it seemed mutual.

Ivy explained to Harry that she wanted to pay back their success in her later years. As part of that she'd seen the story of the Welsh actor Michael Sheen. He'd written off £1m worth of people's debts, using £100k of his own money by starting an acquisition company that bought bundles of debt.

Despite the money being owed by people remaining the same, markets traded the debt bundle for less and less money. So the million pound debt bundles were sold for £100k, due to how much effort would be needed to gain repayment and how much debt would be written off. Ivy's team made sure the debtors were local and small in finance terms, mostly hard working people just trying to get by. Then she simply wrote off the debts!

Harry was impressed and amazed by her generosity. Ivy had more funds available than the actor and quietly removed vast swathes of debt in the local community much to James' annoyance.

***

The following week Deborah arranged dinner with Harry, her colleague Lisa and her husband Gareth. The evening was pleasant and they all got on exceptionally well.

While the other couple were dancing, Deborah whispered to Harry, "What do you think of Lisa?"

"Yeah she is nice."

"Just nice? You have to admit her breasts are very impressive!"

"I am not stupid, there is absolutely no way I am admitting such a thing!"

"I don't mind babe, I know it's your fantasy and for your information she is a double D cup."

Harry wasn't sure how to respond to that, he certainly wasn't going to agree with the obviously correct statement. He'd already spent the night keeping his eyes up and away from Lisa's ample cleavage which was on constant display.

Deborah took a deep calming breath, "There is something about Lisa and Gareth that I need to tell you... they sometimes swap with other people!"

Harry almost was shocked, he had to cough hard to clear his throat before recovering, "Oh wow, well each to their own I guess."

"You not getting it Harry, they like us! Lisa told me before, she likes you... a lot, and she is willing to fulfil your fantasy!"

"You can't be serious; you're suggesting you'd be ok if I slept with your friend?"

"Yes I have thought about it a lot and think we should try it. This could add the excitement back into our sex lives; it works both ways though."

"You mean you and Gareth? Jesus that is... well I don't know Deborah."

***

After the ride home, Deborah pointed out that they had a lovely time, "It was fun wasn't it, spending the night with them; all four of us had a great time, so where is the harm! We can experience things with other people and still be together."

Harry reflected on her comments, unhappy how hard Deborah was pushing; she seemed determined for something to happen.

When he didn't reply Deborah continued, "Whatever happens, I will continue to love and be devoted to you. Why don't we both give ourselves time to think about it? There is no need to make a decision straight away."

Harry sighed, thinking it was typical of Deborah to tackle a problem head on and try to 'fix it'. She could be a force of nature once she put her mind to something. He agreed they both deserved passion in their lives. Her suggestion of involving Lisa wasn't without appeal; she was gorgeous. But he worried about the potential damage unintended or otherwise to their marriage. And the killer issue, the thought of Deborah with another man made his blood run cold.

Before finishing his thoughts Deborah kissed him, it became passionate and almost desperate. Harry hiked her dress up and moved her thong aside. The emotions were so extreme, the desire overwhelming. Deborah spread her legs for him and he rammed his cock into her, fucking her urgently. They lost balance and landed on the floor but Harry wasted no time remounting her. Harry held her wrists above her head, pinning her down and then he went at it, really slamming into her.

Deborah never usually said much during sex but found herself shouting, "Yesss baby, take me."

Continuing to hold her hands above her head with one hand, his other gripping her arse cheek tight, he fucked her even harder. Deborah screamed as he rammed into her and burst deep inside! It was so emotional; Deborah was almost crying by the end and clinging to him.

"Wow, that was amazing; you never did me like that before... I loved it."

He paused before replying, "Maybe I am competing to keep you now, and being married is no guarantee."

"Yes it is, it's an absolute guarantee, I'm yours and will be forever."

"You say that but you want more than us. Don't you think we can try and work through this together without involving anyone else?"

Deborah felt liberated and absolutely ravished, barely noticing Harry's concern, "Look what it has done for us already and this is just us thinking about it, it can only get better!"

***

Harry thought it was all forgotten as they slipped back into their usual hectic routines, until Deborah sat on the couch next to him. After days of uncertainty and acting tentatively she had returned to her usual confident demeanour.

"So I talked to Lisa again, she likes you and is keen. We were thinking a weekend break somewhere together to progress things!"

"Jesus I am not sure about this at all Deborah, and certainly not a weekend. It's bound to be awkward socialising afterward."

"Ok how about one night then, we can all have dinner and have some fun later."

"You want to go with him?"

"He was nice and full of compliments and he looked at me 'that way'. It's flattering to think he is interested and it did get me a little worked up."

Harry wondered if he should give in, this was starting to feel inevitable and he wasn't totally opposed to the idea. He certainly had a lot of curiosity about spending time with Lisa.

"And you're ok about me going with another woman?"

"Yes, I think you will both have a fab time. I like Lisa, she's a really good friend, and I want you both to enjoy it."

***

At 6pm on the day of the proposed night, Deborah came into the bedroom from the bathroom in a black basque with stockings attached.

"They are new, are they for his benefit?"

"Lisa mentioned Gareth liking nylons; I thought you might like them as well later on and I know for a fact Lisa will be dressing to impress you."

Harry went to touch her but she darted away, "Now, now, no messing me up, just keep that image in your mind for later."

She found a higher set of heels and pulled her dress on. They changed the shape of her legs and arse for the better, accentuating her muscle tone and height.

Harry wasn't certain about anything but he had agreed to do this and tried to go with the flow, "What a transformation, you look stunning."

"Thank you honey, they do feel good actually, all silky and like I have a sexy secret."

***

Dinner involved a surprisingly pleasant and easy conversation. Harry had to admit liking Lisa and the fact her tits were pushed way up in a strapless dress helped.

Gareth asked Harry if he could take Deborah for a dance.

As they walked onto the dance floor Lisa smiled, "Your welcome to look Harry, they are the reasons we've ended up here after all."

"I'm sorry to be so obvious and predictable."

"It's fine, to be honest my girls often attract the wrong type of man, but I like you Harry. Deborah has told me a lot about you and I know you aren't sure about all of this."

"That's not about you Lisa, you're gorgeous! But I have doubts about how it will affect our marriage."

"Well it might improve it if you don't over think it and treat it as a fun exploration, and if nothing else you'll get a lovely titty-wank."

"Jesus really, you're not shy are you!?"

"I want to fulfil your fantasies and I know Deborah couldn't have done that for you properly, not with her A cups! And no I am not shy at all, quite brazen in fact and I have every intention of fucking you senseless."

That put a very pleasant picture in Harry's mind. Lisa continued, "I like you Harry, we can have a great time together, just relax and have fun."

"Doesn't Gareth going with Deborah bother you?"

"No not at all, I want them to enjoy it and I know they are both looking forward to it."

That comment made Harry conclude that if he was doing this, he wasn't going to hold back or spoil it through having doubts.

Gareth brought Deborah back to the table and immediately asked Lisa to dance.

Harry looked at Deborah as she re-took her seat, "I take it the dancing is to give us time to talk."

"Very perceptive Harry, did Lisa allay some of your concerns?"

"Yeah I guess she did, what about you and Gareth."

"I like him; he is a good laugh and very matter of fact about everything."

"Yeah he seems ok actually; I can see why you are attracted to him, young, fit and handsome."

"He is those things, still I am attracted to you more! Whatever happens is up to us, but I am enjoying flirting in front of my husband."

"And you want him too, don't you?"

Deborah's heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, she looked into Harry's eyes, "More than anything I want to be married to you and nothing surpasses that... but yes the truth is I am attracted to him and would like to explore it."

Both women continued to flirt with the men, loving the attention and compliments. At one pint Deborah felt Gareth's hand on her leg as they talked. He was complimenting her at the time and saying Harry was a lucky guy. Gareth's undivided attention was on her, it made her tingle with excitement. He was focusing keenly on everything she said and listening intently.

He leaned in and whispered, "I can't wait to get to know you more intimately."

Deborah tried to calm her breathing while aware of the rather lustful looks from Gareth. Even though she felt slightly nauseous, she knew, it was now or never and addressed the elephant in the room, "So we've talked this through. I think we'd all like to try a respectful exploration and enjoy some fun together."

Gareth gently took hold of Deborah's hand, she saw Harry shift awkwardly in his seat. "I promise to treat Deborah with the respect she deserves. We are hoping this will be fun for all of us and certainly don't want to cause any problems to your relationship."

Harry replied firmly, "We have a life together, a history and future. She is mine or more accurately we are each other's and anything we do is peripheral to that."

Deborah loved Harry's confidence and firm declaration. She wanted to applaud when he summed up their relationship and talked about their future together. Feeling dizzy with excitement she struggled to focus on the rest of the conversation.

Lisa took hold of Harry's hand, he froze, "Relax honey, it's all good, we're all still friends."

He released the breath he had been holding; with that Lisa smiled and kissed him!

***

They arrived back at Gareth and Lisa's home just before 10pm, Lisa sorting some drinks out for them all.

Deborah gave Harry a hug; he smiled and hugged her back. Both Harry and Gareth's eyes on her as she went to sit close to Gareth on the couch. Looking down it was clear Gareth had a semi on; she could see the outline of his cock curve down his trouser leg and begin to straighten out.

Harry watched as Gareth's hand rested on Deborah's nylon covered leg and travelled up her thigh squeezing the flesh gently.

"You have fantastic legs and I've just felt a hint of stocking top. Women in stockings are so... erotic; it's one of my favourite things."

She knew what he was thinking... women in stockings were ready to fuck! She had to admit that was certainly true, she was melting with desire! She tilted her face toward him and kissed him deeply. When the kiss eventually broke, she turned to toward Harry feeling embarrassed.

"Why don't you take Lisa up? Gareth and I will get to know each other a little bit better here while you were having fun."

Lisa smiled at that, "Sounds good to me!"

She took hold of Harry's hand guiding him upstairs. He was mesmerised by the swaying hips and pert arse in front of him. Her tight dress clung closely to her body. He couldn't resist reaching out and cupping it with both hands making Lisa laugh as she wriggled away.

Once they got to the bedroom Lisa got Harry to sit on the bed and on his hands. Then she slowly and sensuously began undressing in front of him. She peeled down the top of the strapless dress revealing a red satin strapless bra. It wrapped around her back and had a catch under her breasts; the result was to push her glorious tits right up.

"Were these your fantasy Harry?"

Harry was mesmerised, nodding in agreement

With that she undid the under bust catch and removed the garment, her tits fell free. There was no obvious sag, her breasts were simply huge. Harry raised his hands and cupped them gently, revelling in the 'oh so soft' feel.

Lisa brushed her fingers through his hair as he continued to worship her body, she'd never felt such rapt adoration. He gently touched and kissed her for what felt like an age. It made Lisa feel very special indeed. Eventually she stepped back and removed the rest of the dress, leaving her in heels and a thong.

She sat next to him and they kissed, slowly and with intensity. Then she asked him to stand and undress and watched avidly. Lisa looked up and cupped her breasts. Harry needed no invite to place his cock in her cleavage. Then she squeezed them together surrounding his cock. That felt glorious, it felt better again as she began moving her tits up and down his shaft.

The tit-wank that followed was epic, going beyond fulfilling Harry's fantasy. Harry shot his load all over the most glorious pair of tits he'd ever seen. It sprayed everywhere catching her neck and hair. Lisa seemed delighted with that result, laughing at the volume of cum as she went to clean herself up.

The break brought Harry's mind back to his wife and what she was doing. That was immediately apparent when he heard the moans and headboard banging against the wall from the next room.

Returning from the en-suite Lisa heard them as well, "Wow it sounds like they are really going for it, we'll have to see if we can't match them!

***

Deborah loved the sensation of making out with another man, his hands touching her... her legs, hips and breasts. Eventually she reached down, feeling the hardness of him, "Oh my... hard for me!"

She unzipped Gareth, reaching in and slowly pulling his cock free. Her hand on another man's cock! It looked so surreal; it was growing with her touch and twitching in her hand. Lisa had warned her, Gareth was big especially in girth; she was worried about coping with it. He was iron hard and throbbing... throbbing with desire for her; it felt completely natural and highly arousing to drop to her knees to kiss it with desire.

Deborah made sure to look Gareth in the eye as she kissed his cock. She knew it was turning him on, seeing his lusty responses. She really enjoyed it and found herself wanting to please him. After a few moments more she engulfed his cock head with her mouth. As she continued sucking him, Deborah held the base of Gareth's shaft and used her fingers to play with his balls. Looking up again, her mouth full of cock, she heard him moaning; it made her feel powerful and wanton.

They burst through the bedroom door and restarted the desperate kissing. Gareth had finished stripping on the way up the stairs; Deborah saw glimpses of a strong and fit torso, flashes of abs and muscles and a very large erect cock swaying about.

She was kissing Gareth as he unzipped her dress tugging it down, letting it pool at her feet. Gareth stepped back to look at her, "Fucking hell, you're hot!"

He ran his fingers down her shoulder and basque before tugging on a suspender strap. If she had any doubts now was the time; but she was lost in the desire and passion and felt utterly wanton.

He undid her basque then stepped toward her kissing again. Cupping her small breasts and tweaking her nipples he lavished attention on them, licking and sucking them all over.

Gareth was ragingly hard and poking impressively upward. He lifted her onto the bed and immediately pulled down her thong, kissing and licking her pussy with gusto; it felt extraordinary as she wrapped her legs around her lovers head. That drove Gareth on, lashing her cunny and working over her clit. Her first orgasm hit hard; he didn't stop though and she rolled into another with his continued ministrations.

Gareth rolled over getting his breath back after suffocating between her thighs as she clamped down. She crawled over and kissed him several times and thanked him for the orgasms. Gareth moved behind her, putting a hand on her hip, she could feel his erection pushing against her bum cheeks.

She opened her stance to provide access. Gareth steered his body between her legs until the head of his cock was just touching her pussy entrance. Deborah reached below and guided him in as he pushed forward, she gasped and clutched the sheets as Gareth penetrated her. Fuck! He did feel different after all, it was verging on painful!

Deborah panted through the discomfort gradually enjoying more of the sensations. Gareth continued to force his way into her pussy, he felt so big and powerful, filling her completely. When he withdrew, she felt empty and disappointed, then he thrust gloriously back in. The contrast of feeling empty and then filled was exhilarating.

The invasion became more comfortable as Gareth's fucking continued. It dawned on her that she was fucking another man; her... the respectable business woman and wife.

She was overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting her body. Gareth riding her for all his worth, her body was shivering and a deep stirring began from within. Gareth thrust deeply and groaned as he unloaded inside of her, as she experienced the biggest orgasm of her entire life.

She was still impaled on Gareth's cock managing a final look behind before collapsing into a heap. She couldn't believe what they had done and how amazing it felt.

***

Sex with Lisa was better than the tit-wank, her body was flawless. Lisa had reached down and took Harry's still semi hard cock in hand stroking him up before straddling him.

She seemed to be thrilled as she eased down on him in a cowgirl position with her tits proudly sitting in front of Harry's face, "Suck them Harry, suck on my big titties."

"Ohhh" she murmured, while slowly impaling herself further, it took a few goes but she finally had Harry's pole fully mounted.

Harry pushed urgently and relentlessly, feeding more of him-self into her hot quim much to Lisa's delight, "Oooo that feels so good honey."

Lisa started slowly riding it up and down, gradually increasing the pace. She quickly became breathless as she rode him hard, "Oh my God Harry your cock is perfect for me, I can really go for it without it being painful!"

Harry was too far gone to interpret that statement. He buried his head back into her tits sucking hungrily on her nipples as they bounced in close proximity to his mouth.

Her hips were crashing down making a slapping sound as her thighs and arse smashed against Harry's legs, taking his cock up to the hilt.

Lisa was very vocal spurring Harry on with a constant stream encouragement and repeatedly asking him to give it to her. That encouraged him to thrust vigorously up into her. She was riding with abandon now slamming down on Harry. Lisa began announcing she was close. He held on desperately before finally exploding as Lisa screamed out in climax.

***

Harry felt incredibly thirsty, he left Lisa lying in the bed to make his way down stairs for a drink, only to be surprised that the other bedroom door was still open. He looked up to see his wife's eyes staring back. Gareth was ploughing into her in a missionary position; it was obvious he had a big cock. Deborah was initially worried before realising she wanted Harry to see. To see his wife fuck, to give in to her desires and let go fully! She saw him look down to where another man's cock was buried in her pussy; the thought turned her on even more!

Harry didn't see Lisa approaching, she looked into the room, closed the door and then ushered him along the corridor, "You're not ready to see that Harry."

As they retreated down the stairs he heard Gareth announce loudly, "Fuck, I am going to blow!"

***

Deborah caught up with Harry in the kitchen, "Lisa is delighted, I'm pleased for you."

"What about you?"

"Yeah it was great, Gareth has been fine."

"I know you saw me looking at you."

"Oh right well, then I guess you know he gave me a really good seeing to then!"

"Yeah it looked like that."

"Don't panic Harry, it was just sex."

Harry's mind was racked with doubt, but he couldn't argue against his wife after what he'd done.

"Do you need to claim your wife?"

The truth was he'd already come twice and his cock was sore, Lisa had ridden him so hard. The idea of being given sloppy seconds didn't appeal and he stayed flaccid. The look on his face told Deborah that their evening was at an end.

A short while later, Gareth and Lisa showed them to the door. Harry stood opposite Gareth, he didn't know how to act, he'd just had sex with the man's wife, and great sex at that. Gareth leaned in toward Deborah; she expected a goodbye kiss on the cheek, but he moved directly to her lips. After the kiss broke she looked at Harry; it was hard to interpret his expression, confusion maybe, concern definitely! Seeing the hesitation Lisa stepped in kissing Harry to ease the tension before they left.

***

Once they arrived home, Deborah turned to him. "Are you ok?"

He took in a deep breath, "I am not really sure to be honest."

For Deborah the night had worked out far better than she could have ever hoped. The sex was scorching, there were some awkward moments but it was all so erotic. She couldn't quite comprehend what they had done!

Her greatest concern was Harry, especially if the fact Gareth had a bigger cock bothered him. It certainly didn't bother her. Harry's was certainly more comfortable than Gareth's and better when really going for it.

Harry interrupted her thoughts, "Did you know he was hung before tonight? Lisa seemed to know what she would be getting from me."

Deborah realised that there might be some fall out; she had to keep Harry on track and reassure him while remaining truthful. She held his face, "Lisa mentioned it but that wasn't part of my fantasy. Lisa was the one keen to try a different size, she wanted to really go for it with you and from what she said it worked out really well.

"Was it that or did you just want to try out a bigger cock? Tell you what, don't bother denying it."

"Look we did discuss it; I am taller and have a bigger build. Lisa thought I might handle Gareth easier. I suppose I was curious, it was a bucket list thing to try it once but to be honest it was a bit uncomfortable. Can we stay calm and give ourselves some time to think this through. I'll admit tonight was pretty intense, everything happened in a hurry. I assume you had a good time with Lisa?"

That comment certainly curtailed Harry's concerns, he couldn't deny having a great time even though he still felt guilty about it, "It's a lot to process and hard to reconcile everything. There is guilt about allowing my wife to do that and guilt about the fact I cheated as well."

"Don't say that, it's not cheating, we just had fun together. It's actually brave of you to go for it. An insecure man would never have the confidence to try this."

Harry wasn't convinced, "There's a lot of jealousy, and I have so many mixed feelings. The idea of anything threatening us makes me feel physically sick. What about you?"

"Honestly I thought it was thrilling, I guess you saw that. I felt desired and very... sexual. He was respectful and seemed besotted by me which I really liked. The whole illicit element added to it, I feel a bit guilty but elated at the same time. The best part was you being there and involved, I wanted you to be proud of me and excited by everything."

Deborah was worried when Harry didn't respond to that. She kissed him and thanked him for sharing a wonderful experience and being so honest, "The important thing is we did this together."

Harry loved Deborah; he could live with what they had tried. The sex with Lisa had been great, but it wasn't the same as the connection he had with his wife. He felt that was the end of exploring for him. It just felt wrong and he was more than jealous.

Deborah pulled him into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around her body, providing a feeling of protection and reassurance. In contrast Harry felt anything but secure.

***

Harry was worried when Ivy was taken ill, she was being nursed at home and he took to calling in on her every couple of days. She was still bright and alert despite dealing with what they thought was a severe chest infection. He was surprised that so few of the family visited and James didn't seem to bother at all.

They talked about the work but Harry kept it short so as to not tire her out. Ivy was eager to share her plans and made Harry promise to help her see them through.

She sensed his mood and surmised all was not well in his marriage. As ever she asked him directly about it. Harry shrugged it off saying they were working through 'some issues'. Ivy wasn't put off suggesting Deborah could be head strong, especially once she focused on something. She also expressed some concerns about Deborah being too similar to her father. Despite the clear invite in the conversation, Harry resisted sharing his own concerns with his wife's grandmother.

***

Deborah thought the sex with Gareth was fantastic, the situation had been intoxicating and the confidence boost was immense. Despite agreeing to it, Harry had been really quiet. Clearly he had concerns; she thought he just needed some time to adjust.

The whole thing had stirred something within Deborah, she was eager to find an alternative for them to keep exploring. She knew Harry was easy going and slow to anger, but once he expressed an opinion he rarely changed direction. Still she could usually wrap him around her little finger and was the one in charge of their relationship.

The alternative materialised when Lisa mentioned a swinger's site they used occasionally. Deborah thought she could suggest trying it to enable their exploration to continue. The more she thought about it, the better it sounded; they could have a lot of fun without any attachments.

She suggested it to Harry in mid conversation, "I think one of the problems last time was you worrying about me being with Gareth. Lisa mentioned a swinger's club, we could explore things there without any ties to anyone."

Harry almost jumped out of his skin, he didn't want to share Deborah again, he'd made that obvious enough, "Not again Deborah, I thought we talked about this and rejected the idea."

"No we didn't, you've expressed some concerns but I still think this could be good for us! It's not about Gareth or someone with a bigger cock but about the excitement and thrill of us being in such an illicit situation."

Two weeks later, Deborah's less than subtle hints and persuasion gave way to a more direct approach, "I've checked the website for the swingers club Harry and I want to see if it might work for us!"

Harry was stunned, it sounded like a proclamation rather than a discussion or request and the intent was clear.

Since the night with Gareth and Lisa she seemed distracted and was pushing for more. He felt Deborah was changing, her confident attitude now spilling over into arrogance, but at least she was up front about everything. Despite his concerns he was still invested in her totally and wanted to find a compromise if at all possible.

***

Sadly Ivy's illness was progressing. Harry found himself confessing to her about the state of his relationship with Deborah. Even ill Ivy proved to be a fantastic sounding board and a supportive friend.

Ivy tried to talk to her granddaughter, but was told it was 'none of her business'. Harry tried to get Deborah to visit Ivy more often, but the fact her Gran was likely to give her 'short shrift' put her off.

Ivy seemed desperate so ensure her work would continue and talked Harry through various tasks and actions needed. Harry assured her they would be done and everything would be waiting for her return to work.

***

Harry almost laughed at himself, here he was the respectable architect and suburban husband, sat at a bar surveying the other patrons in the country house which doubled up as a swingers club. He felt like he didn't belong! Everyone else looked younger and in his eyes far more glamorous.

He didn't want to be here, it had been Deborah's idea. She sat next to him looking as confident as ever, if a little stern. Her outfit accentuated that look; she wore a pencil skirt and satin blouse along with stiletto heels which emphasised her height. Deborah wasn't a stunning beauty but he'd always thought she was perfect for him.

She had been prompting and edging towards this for months before he reluctantly agreed to sign up to the website that led to them being at the club for the first time. The fact that Deborah's fantasies had led them to this position added further irritation to his discomfort.

Their web site profiles were separate but showed a link to each other. All members could swipe right on either Deborah's or Harry's profiles to indicate an interest. Where things differed to other dating sites, were that the results would not be shared with members until the 'amalgamation event' which is what they were attending tonight.

Harry had worked through the female profiles indicating who he liked. He found the process difficult without meeting them, on looks alone he would have probably said yes to most. So he excluded anyone under 25 and any on the basis of the profiles sounding too arrogant or like bunny boilers.

The site enabled private messaging and Harry received a few complimentary comments and introductions but was unsure how to reply so just left it.

He estimated there were around 30 couples present at the event, invited as a result of the web site's algorithms working out an equal number of matches. Everyone needed to bring a mobile with the club's app loaded on it. They could attend from 7pm, the app would publish matches at 8pm. They then had 30 minutes in the communal areas with their matches before deciding if they wanted to 'couple up'. That involved retiring to the first floor, which was protected by a couple of burly guards.

Harry wondered again why Deborah had pushed so hard for this. Was it about the freedom and exploration she had described or just a sordid way for her to have sex with other men without risk of being caught? She was clearly very excited, opposite to his own feelings of dread.

They arrived shortly after seven and checked in with a receptionist who made sure the app was working on both of their phones, confirmed the timings and directed them to the social areas.

Harry was totally flabbergasted to see his photo appear on the big screens, taking a while to realise they'd announced members with the most likes and that he'd been ranked third! He thought the two men ranked above him both looked like models as did the top three women higlighted. He blushed as people suddenly seemed to be staring at him. A woman next to him at the bar smiled and offered her congratulations.

Harry stammered, "It must be a mistake."

She shook her head, "Not from where I'm standing."

Harry turned crimson, he was bemused by the result, the others were younger and looked like they lived in the gym. He couldn't deny feeling pretty good about the situation. The fact Deborah wasn't in the top three women added to his happiness.

A looped background message displayed on the screens detailed the matching algorithm. All individuals had been ranked based on the number of likes on their profile. The algorithm matched the number 1 ranked female with the highest ranked man she had 'liked'. Any matched couples were removed from the available list and so, working through the females in order until everyone was matched. With conflicts and overlaps it sounded complicated! No wonder they needed an algorithm to sort it and they must have tailored invites to make it all work seamlessly.

Deborah seemed a bit frustrated that her husband's high ranking didn't affect her own scoring, but then again she was assured of a match and all the men in attendance looked hot. She was thinking this had been a really good idea and they should have tried it years earlier.

Harry looked nervously at his phone for the umpteenth time, just as it ticked over to 8pm, a message popped up, 'congratulations you have matched with... Julia.'

A photo of his match popped up, Harry gulped, looking up at the main screen where Julia was the No. 1 ranked female.

Deborah looked up from her own match, a muscle bound 25 year old named Brad. She looked a bit bemused as she realised who Harry had been matched with. They barely had time to talk as the follow up messaging used a gps signal and floor plan to direct people to their matches. Harry stood on wobbly legs to go and find Julia, only to be taken aback as an extraordinarily beautiful woman greeted him warmly.

"Hi you must be Harry, I'm Julia."

To his surprise she leaned in and kissed his cheek, her fragrance was absolutely divine. Harry felt himself blush before recovering and saying hello properly, noticing Deborah eyeing him suspiciously before wondering off to find her own match.

Harry got them both a drink and they sat back at the bar. He wasn't sure quite what to say, before managing:

"I'm not sure how you have ended up with me; I mean you're top of the rankings."

"Oh that's easy to explain," Julia replied smoothly. "The number 1 ranked male is my husband, and I didn't swipe right on the man ranked 2, so you were my top match. I only liked four men in the whole list and you must have liked my profile."

"You picked me first!" exclaimed Harry.

"Absolutely, you were easily my first choice."

"But why me, I mean everyone else looks so freakishly buff and young".

Julia looked genuinely confused. "You are a very handsome man Harry, the fact you don't know makes you even more attractive, especially compared to some of the conceited pigs in attendance."

Harry blushed again it was becoming a habit, "Flatterer, you've done this before."

"Actually we've only been a couple of times. I prefer men who are real, I'm not interested in the gym guys, they look like they have been blown up and are fit to burst. They would just be like a poorer version of my husband. You look nice and interesting and that you actually might be able to hold a conversation."

Harry laughed, "I am hardly making a great job of that at the moment, forgive my shock, my brain will catch up soon hopefully."

Julia laughed in return, "They you go, let's just relax and get to know each other."

Harry tried to maintain eye contact very aware of the luscious body and long nylon covered legs on display, he tried to stop guessing if they were stockings or pantyhose.

"I take it this is your first time at the club and it wasn't your idea."

Harry wondered how she worked that out so quickly but nodded in agreement.

"Ah right... well we don't have to do anything you don't want to do. This set up is pretty full on. At worst we enjoy a drink together then go our separate ways with no hard feelings. If we stay together for a while, we might have a nice time.

Harry felt the tension in his muscles ease and managed a smile, "Thanks I am probably over thinking it."

"To be honest, this wasn't my idea either, but my husband is really into it."

Harry was surprised, "He must be crazy, I mean having someone like you and still looking for more, is he some kind of idiot?"

Julia snorted with laughter, then laughed again at the distinctly un-lady like sound she had made, "Aww thank you for such a nice compliment Harry. I prefer a quieter life, but this can be fun and at least I know what he is up to."

Harry was going to ask more, but it sounded close to why he was here with Deborah and he didn't want to press on what might be a touchy subject. The 30 minutes passed in a hurry, their conversation remaining relaxed and entertaining. At 8.30 the app pinged messages. Members had to accept or reject their match.

Harry looked at Julia, "What are you going to vote?"

She smiled easily it was quite distracting, "I already voted."

Harry pressed accept, the app then showed avatars representing himself and Julia holding hands and then a collar being added to both of their characters.

He looked up, nervously.

Julia smiled: "I am absolutely delighted Harry, thank you so much."

"Likewise" was all Harry could manage in return before feeling his face blush yet again.

He stood and offered his hand to her. She took it, standing and pulling him into a kiss, it was quick but was on the lips. Breaking the kiss it was she who led Harry to the stairs. He quickly looked around for Deborah but couldn't see her, so assumed she was doing the same thing as he was.

In reality Deborah was trying to get through the crowd of people heading towards the stairs. She finally spotted Harry on the first floor landing, smiling, arm in arm with the beautiful woman she'd glanced at before. She started for the stairs only to be stopped by a guard saying it was couples only. Harry disappeared as the guard directed her back to the bar.

Her match hadn't gone to plan; he was young and good looking but he was obtuse and obnoxious. Still it came as a shock when after her acceptance; the app showed two icons moving apart and a sad face in-between. A message popped up: 'Please return to the bar area, we hope you have more luck there.' It took her a while to realise she had been rejected and then try to convince him to change his mind; by that time she had missed Harry. At least she still had a chance by returning to the bar.

It was clear some of the people in the bar were real couples who had decided not to go through with it. Deborah started a conversation with a handsome man but noticed he was looking at another woman across the bar. A few smiles and nods later and he made a brief apology and left. In chatting up the remaining men, it was obvious they weren't interested. Checking the app confirmed her conclusion, 'All matches currently taken'. She felt totally humiliated and sick to her stomach! Ordering a vodka tonic she began wondering what Harry was up to, it was only 9pm, it was another two hours before she would see Harry again.

Harry's time with Julia was nothing short of a revelation. From the moment they swept arm in arm up the grand staircase it was perfect. It completely threw him when Julia sat with him on a couch and they just talked! They spent what felt like an age fully clothed whilst finishing their drinks. Julia's touches were electric; she was stunning, great company and seemed to revel in the anticipation. Before she had an item of clothing removed Harry was hard with anticipation.

Julia stood before him and slowly began undressing. She reached behind and unzipped her dress, clutching it to her chest before finally releasing and letting it fall. Standing in a satin embroidered fitted teddy, stockings and heels she looked like a Goddess. Harry couldn't resist reaching up and running a hand over her stockings. Noting the toned muscles under her soft skin.

"Would you like me to keep them on?"

"God yeah, they look so hot!"

Harry relaxed a little as she did a little curtsey. He stood and pulled her into a smouldering kiss, his hand gripping her ass firmly. As he broke the kiss both his hands moved to cup and squeeze her breasts.

"Do you like them, they're 36D and completely natural!"

Not as big as Lisa but they were even better, so firm and in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, "I Love them, Deborah is only an A cup, these are tremendous!"

He stood and removed his trousers and underwear conscious of his fully erect cock swaying about. He hoped he wasn't about to disappoint her, she was so out of his league.

Julia looked delighted, "Wow look at you big boy, is that all for me?"

Harry was ridiculously delighted with the comment, despite knowing he was average in size. She reached out for him, he had expected her to want to get straight into the sex like Deborah usually did, but that didn't happen. Julia provided a slow and luxurious blow job to completion. Harry was staggered, Deborah rarely provided oral and this felt so much more intense.

Harry was determined to return the favour, he lifted Julia into his arms and walked toward the bed, throwing her on it. He then dove on top kissing her passionately. He moved down trailing down her neck, breasts through the teddy, going lower, he released the three press studs in the gusset, revealing his prize. Then he planted a kiss directly on her mound before easing her legs apart.

He gauged her reactions, as he brushed her clit with his lips, her whole body tensed. He told Julia to relax and enjoy it before returning to kissing nibbling and sucking her clit. She built gradually to a shattering orgasm that made her body convulse.

Harry insisted this was all about her and told her to lie back. As he steered his body between her thighs they kissed. Julia grasping Harry's hardness with one hand and pulling him close by the buttock with the other. Her mouth opened wide to welcome his probing tongue. Harry broke the kiss to feast on her breasts after easing them out of the teddy. The material under her bust lifting them and making them appear even larger.

Harry moved up until the head of his cock was just touching Julia's quim, he pushed forward. Julia moaned and opened her legs wider. Her arms encircled his neck and she pulled him toward her. She needed him NOW! Harry pressed forward and the swollen head of his cock began to penetrate.

The sensations were overwhelming and they had only just started. Harry pushed forward steadily but relentlessly, easing slightly before feeding more of himself into her pussy. Her moans began as he pumped his cock slowly and deeply inside the delirious Julia.

Harry was now completely taken over by his desire and the feelings he was experiencing. Even under these circumstances he was aware that he briefly felt a moment of guilt for his wife, but it soon passed, this was her idea after all! Julia wrapped her stocking clad legs around him pulling him in as her orgasm approached.

"Now... fuck me! Cum in me... please! Do it!!"

Harry obliged, he penetrated Julia to the maximum depth thrusting forward hard as his cock exploded. Julia was overtaken with such a powerful orgasm that she briefly lost awareness. She continued to hold Harry in a vice-like grip with her arms and legs. Finally they both relaxed in each other's arms. Harry remained inside her for several minutes still enjoying the sensations of her body.

After he finally withdrew, Harry was amazed to see his cock remained hard, his erection never faltered.

He looked down laughing, "Well that's new, it must be the effect you have on me. It seems a shame to waste it."

Julia couldn't have agreed more, this time she made him lie back before mounting his pole. She rode him cowgirl letting Harry play with her breasts. Harry was enthralled by the sensations running through his body. Julia rolled him forward and held his face whilst kissing his repeatedly. The combined sensations sent both into a final climax.

Did they have sex or did they make love? Harry wasn't sure, it certainly felt like more than sex, there was a connection, feelings and emotions. He had no idea it could be so good. Unlike Deborah, Julia was attentive and considerate ensuring they both had an equal amount of pleasure. It was such a contrast to his wife who sometimes felt like she was offering him a reward. He found himself comparing his wife to Julia and she wasn't coming out of that comparison very well at all.

"So how did you end up here Harry, it doesn't seem like your natural environment?"

"It was my wife's idea, it all started with a discussion about fantasies, hers was to experience more variety and mine involved a voluptuous woman. We ended up trying both, I didn't want to repeat it but Deborah wanted to explore and here we are."

Julia described her husband always pushing the boundaries and seeking excitement. It wasn't something she was enthusiastic about.

That made Harry curious, "So if this isn't really your scene, what would your fantasy be?"

"You're never going to believe me, especially in a place like this and given what we just did!"

"Try me."

"Well I'd like a stable monogamous relationship with a man I admire, respect and desire."

"That sounds like a great fantasy to me! You know you shouldn't be doing this if you don't want it, don't do it for him!"

"I think I have been coming to that conclusion for a while now, but I could say exactly the same thing to you Harry."

After a long period of lying and holding each other, they eventually got up and began dressing. Harry found himself smiling while Julia looked regretful at the prospect of parting.

"I'd like to see you again Harry, even if it's just for coffees as friends."

Harry hesitated, they were both married. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, I mean that was... so intense, it could get out of hand."

The better description which Harry refrained from expressing was that it was nothing short of a revelation, he wanted more but was pretty sure that it would end his marriage if it hadn't done so already. It certainly felt a lot different from his experience with Lisa.

They dressed and left the room, couples were moving around the first floor, several of the men checking Julia out somewhat obviously. By this time Harry's brain felt like it was near to shutting down due to an overload of emotions, he needed to find Deborah.

Returning to the communal areas on the ground floor they found a semi-drunk Deborah leaning against the bar.

"Oh here he is" slurred Deborah, "The wandering husband returns, did you have a nice time with your slut?"

Harry was both embarrassed and angry hissing, "This was all your idea and I haven't done anything you haven't already done. We're going now before you make an even bigger fool of yourself."

Deborah was muttering something but seemed close to passing out. Harry turned to see Julia standing nearby looking concerned, "I'm sorry Julia, I think this was all a mistake, we need to go!"

Julia's body sagged "It wasn't a mistake for me Harry, but I hope you and Deborah can work things out, good luck."

He took a long last forlorn look at Julia then half dragged half supported Deborah out of the club as she muttered more comments about everything being rigged, it being a bloody stupid system and that they wouldn't be back.

***

They talked about it the following day. Deborah was frustrated with herself and angry with Harry. Harry was surprised she hadn't coupled up. Perhaps her height, small breasts and stern appearance meant men had veered towards more welcoming choices. And maybe he saw her in a more attractive light than others did.

Things in Harry and Deborah relationship deteriorated rapidly after their desperate effort at the club. They became closer to roommates with little intimacy and neither seemed certain how to regain their previous relationship. She couldn't argue that the whole debacle had been her idea that Harry had tried to reject it.

Events superseded their crises, when Deborah's dad phone to say Ivy had passed away. The news hit Harry far harder than he expected. He'd spent a lot of time with Ivy and found her to be an intelligent and caring person, who inspired him to make more of his life. Her passing nudged him into making some decisions in both his career and home life.

He waited two weeks until the news of Ivy had eased and then sat down with Deborah gently suggesting that he thought they should divorce; she was horrified by the idea.

"We just want different things Deborah. I am not sure what you want but it's not me!"

"That's just not true, the other things were just about adding to us, not replacing us."

"I've tried talking to you so many times, but you don't listen, you just push ahead with what you want. That's not respect or a healthy relationship."

"Well ok I can stop all of that!"

"That doesn't change the fact you want to do it. I've tried, genuinely tried but it's not for me."

"I thought I was doing something to improve our sex life and have fun. It's not like I didn't involve you or cheated. You have to at least admit it was exciting!"

"We want different things, I want a woman that is totally dedicated to me and I want to offer that dedication to someone else in return. Even at the start of us you had Grant and you still want others."

"How can we work this out if you leave me? Please don't let me down."

"I'm not letting you down, but I am letting you go!"

The conversations went on and on, but essentially nothing changed. Harry didn't think Deborah was a bad person, she wanted something different and she couldn't deny it at this late stage.

Harry started looking at changing his career. Working with James in place of Ivy would be intolerable, especially once he found out his marriage was at an end. He looked for opportunities in the charitable sector, although his training as an architect didn't help much and he struggled to get any responses let alone interviews.

***

Harry was surprised to be asked to attend the reading of Ivy's will. Once the extended family were settled, the lawyer made some opening remarks and then played the video of Ivy, it looked to be taken in her home only a few weeks before her death.

"Hello everyone, if you're watching this it means I've gone. Don't be upset, I know Bill will be waiting for me and I have so missed him.

Ok let's get down to it; my lawyer has all the formal paperwork to confirm that I have left the vast majority of my estate and the business to Harry!"

There was outcry in the room, with all eyes turning to Harry who was as bewildered as everyone else. James was the most vocal shouting, "There's no fucking way that is that happening."

The video continued with Ivy smiling, "Ok if I don't miss my guess, you're all shocked, there is a lot of noise, James just swore and Harry is about to freak out! Well you all need to pipe down!

To clarify, my decision has good reason; Harry has demonstrated a character beyond any I have seen within my family. Unlike the rest of you he has never asked for a thing and we've spent a lot of time getting to know each other.

My family are already wealthy, they do not need provision set aside in my will. Knowing them as I do, I expect them to challenge my will. In what I fear is a futile effort to avoid such challenges, I have left each of them funds which are more than enough to support them. That is as long as they demonstrate greater prudence than they have shown so far.

It is up to Harry to do as he wishes with my wealth. My own desire would be that it continues to be invested into the local community. I don't mean given away, I mean sustainable investment that will require oversight. I'd already started this work and sat on a number of boards, replacing me there would be a good place to start Harry. That includes the debt acquisition company, the bursary awards and the charitable grants scheme. I'd hope to see these expanded and others started. I would've done this myself but I ran out of time.

James you're good at what you do, and you could continue to run the property side of the business, but that will be up to Harry and the profits would feed into the charitable works.

I'd hoped my granddaughter would have led this enterprise for me. But alas she has proven that she cannot be trusted, like the rest of the family she puts herself first. That and losing the connection we once had is the most bitter disappointment of my latter years.

I should point out that I have completed a battery of mental capacity tests and undertaken medical assessments. Other than my lungs failing, I have all my faculties. Rest assured James, I have all of my marbles! This is a conscious and deliberate decision. Quite simply Harry is the best of you and I trust him more than anyone else.

Now I'm sure you'll have a lot of arguing to do, but my team of very expensive lawyers assure me this is watertight, so get on and do something more useful with your lives! Trust me our time on this planet is shorter than you think so make the most of it! Despite what you might think at present, I do love you all and believe this is for the best for everyone concerned. Goodbye."

The room erupted again. James was at the centre of the discontent firing questions at the lawyer who supported everything in Ivy's video.

James looked at Deborah, "My daughter and I will fight this; it's our money not that little snakes!"

Deborah's calm response silenced the room, "I won't be challenging it! I agree with everything gran just said. Harry is the best of us and he will do exactly as she wanted. If you need help with that Harry I'm willing to do anything needed."

With that she stood gracefully and left. If Harry wasn't shocked enough, those remarks threw him completely.

Ivy's preparations were effective and the will was implemented as she intended. Harry had a full paid role over-seeing the charitable works and was joined on most of the boards by Deborah who was both supportive and highly effective.

James wasn't happy, but he retained his job and salary and couldn't do anything to Harry for fear of losing both. The reality was he could be ousted unless he went along with Ivy and Harry's plans.

Despite having a respectful relationship Harry and Deborah couldn't find a way back to each other. As well as different desires, Deborah wanted to continue her career and admitted to not wanting a family.

It was on the day his divorce was finalised that Harry checked the old swingers site. It felt like a life time ago since they loaded the profiles. He was just about to delete his profile when he noticed his inbox was full of messages. Upon checking, they were all from a single source. A person whose profile was no longer linked to her husbands. Harry deleted his own link to Deborah's profile and thought about replying to the last message... Dear Julia.