As soon as Tom and Sarah moved in next door, we hit it off. My wife, Jayne, and I had, until that point, led pretty dull social lives. Thankfully, though, that all changed and our previously boring weekends became eagerly awaited social events. All four of us hit it off immediately, enjoying days by their pool joking, drinking - and generally have a great time.

In quite a short time, our friendship blossomed - well beyond what we had expected. It began after the four of us decided to have a weekend away at a lakeside resort.

We had booked adjacent cabins right on the foreshore.

After arriving, it didn't take Tom and I long to unpack and crack open our first beers - after all, it was about 30 degrees Celcius and we reckoned we'd earned it after the long drive to get there. It was late afternoon and we had already arranged for Tom and Sarah to come over to our cabin for dinner and, you guessed it, a few more beers and scotch and cokes.

Typically, the evening was punctuated by good banter, jokes and some harmless flirting. At this point, I must add that Tom and Jayne had previously indulged in some good-natured wrestling in their pool and, on some occasions, he had jumped in nude. Sarah had also surprised me one warm Saturday afternoon by peeling off her bikinis - in front of me and Tom. She has shoulder length, wavy hair and a nice body - about 5ft three and very easy on the eye. Initially, Jayne and I were a bit shocked by their brazen displays but we quickly became used to it.

Eventually, the weekend evening rituals at each other's homes were severeal hours of drinking, eating snacks - and massaging each other.

This was confined to rubbing oil onto each other's shoulders and simply enjoying the moment - although our weekend away took Jayne and Tom to previously uncharted territory. With Tom in a typically playful mood, it was only a matter of time before he goaded Jayne into massaging his back. "Oh, alright, come on on, " Jayne said. "I'll massage you back but you've got to do mine first.

" Knowing that Tom loved nothing better that having his back and legs rubbed, Jayne knew she'd get her way. She went into the bedroom first to get things ready - and to take off her clothes and wrap herself in a towle. At this point, I have to say my wife has a great figure - 36-26-36, 5ft 4in, sensational arse, hair that falls down to her waist and pert breasts. After a minute or two she called out: "Tom, you can come in now.' Without hesitation he went into the bedroom to see Jayne lying face down on the quilt with the towel barely covering her arse and shoulders. "The oil's over there, this had better be good if you want me to give you a good massage too, '' she said with a cheeky laugh. With the bedroom door still open, I watched as Tom - dressed in boardshorts and a T-shirt - straddled over Jayne's arse and began running a track of oil indiscriminately over her back and shoulders. Sarah had seen it all before - but Jayne had never been as revealing. I'm not sure just how Sarah would have responded if she knew but she seemed more content just chatting to me across the dining room table without showing any real concern about what was happening just a few feet away. It was probably just as well she couldn't see what I could - or what it was doing to me. Just watching Jayne lying there semi-naked with another man running his hands over her body was getting me horny. At one stage, Tom half-turned my way and said: "She's really enjoying this, you don't mind do you?" "Of course not, mate, you carry on - Sarah and I will keep ourselves occupied.

" As the conversation between Sarah and I turned to British rock stars of the '70s and '80s, I couldn't help but continue to glance into the bedroom. After about 20 or so minutes, I heard Jayne say: "Okay, I know you want me to massage you so get your shirt off and lie down." With that, Tom stood up - barely able to hiding the pronounced lump in his shorts. Jayne did likewise, tucking the towel in around her body so as not to reveal too much - although there was plenty to see even though she just managed to keep her breasts and arse covered. Tom lay on his back as Jayne straddled him, facing away from him.

She smeared oil over his legs and then slowly went to work on him, firstly under his calf muscles and then slowly down to his ankles. "God, I love that, don't stop, " he said, barely audibly above the sound of Dire Straits on the radio in the dining room . I could hear the two of them talking intermittently but that hardly mattered, given what happened next. I looked away for a minute or two to get another beer from the fridge and, when I returned from the kitchenette, I could see Jayne bending further forward towards Tom's ankle with the towel hanging quite loosely.

Then, as she moved her hands down Tom's legs once more, it simply fell off on to his stomache - revealing a tight, little blue G-string and nothing else.

Jayne seemed not the least concerned and, still sitting on Tom's waist, continued tipping the fragrant oil into her hands and rubbing them on to his legs. For Tom, it must have been like being in seventh heaven.

At one point, he looked back and saw me watching, gave a smile, and then reached up and proceeded to rub his hands on Jayne's back which still had a nice lustre of oil on it. As she leaned forward once again, her soft edges became obvious - to both Tom and I. With the G-string hiding nothing, Tom brought his hands down towards her arse and then slowly ran his thumbs inside the G-string and moved slowly to Jayne's softness.

As he did so, she again bent forward, exposing even more of herself. Finally, his thumbs began gently circling around her softness and then back up to her delicate location.

Jayne loves having her arse fingered ever so gently and - although I couldn't see her face - I knew she would be getting very aroused.

At one point, she threw her head back suddenly, gave a loud moan, and then again leant forward. By this time, Tom wasn't holding back. He seemed utterly unconcerned about my presence and ran his right thumb - covered in oil - around Jayne's warmth before slowly inserting it.

With his other thumb inside the G-string, he caressed her personal place at which point she gave a noticeable shudder and then pushed down on it, desperate to feel it inside her.

Jayne then slumped forward and, lying on Tom's legs, reached back with her hands and slowly pulled her cheeks apart so her could push his other thumb further inside her arse.

Jayne's movements intensified she had once told me of her fantasy to be played by Tom and now it was about to happen. With his right thumb just inside Jayne's well lubricated warmth, Tom continued to push his left thumb in and out of her softness. As the moans became louder, Jayne obviously wanted more and pulled Tom's shorts down to his knees, exposing his rock hard length. She edged towards his pelvis, straightened her body and then slowly eased herself onto him. Now nothing seemed to matter. "Oh, play, mmm, play me, '' she said to Tom. Without hesitation, he grabbed her arse and lifted it up before lowering it again onto his length. "Come on, play me, harder, harder, " Jayne demanded as Tom thrust repeatedly into her. "Oh, oh, come on, you want me softness, play my softness, come on, play me harder, play me." Seeing Jayne being played turned me on.

Almost subconsciously, I found myself rubbing my length before noticing Sarah standing next to me. "Maybe you'd like to try that on me, " she said, matter-of-factly. "Would you like some of this, " she added, untying her sarong to reveal her softness. As it dropped to the floor she toyed her finger and then ran it down her stomache to her softness. "You'll like this, I promise you." As I watched semi-surprised in my chair, Sarah reached inside my shorts and guided by length out. I swear that just watching Tom and Jayne had made me almost cum in my shorts but now, as Sarah straddled me and eased down on my length, I knew it would take much for me to explode inside her.

I grabbed Sarah on the cheeks as she rode my length. As I looked across her shoulder, I could see Jayne on all fours, holding the bedhead as Tom played her furiously from behind.

"Yes, yes, harder, harder, play me harder, " she was yelling. She then gave a series of moans followed quickly by Tom who had obviously also cum. Spurred on by Tom and Jayne, I grabbed Sarah's arse, pulled her even closer. "Ooohhh, play, I'm coming, oohhhh, play me, play me, '' she yelled, before throwing her head back in ecstasy as she climaxed, her body shuddering.

As she did, I orgasmed too, pumping my load into her.

After a while, all four of us tidied up and enjoyed a few more drinks. Invariably, though, the ice had been well and truly broken and we played again that night - with our partners and each other's. It was weekend to remember...