It was an incredibly stressful wedding season for Chaya. She was marrying off her oldest son to Moshe to Shira. Although Shira was a top girl, she was having a hard time letting go of her son. All elements of her life were suffering because of it, especially her sex life with menashe. Menashe would try to fuck her, and she’d let, but she’d also just lay there, legs spread as he pounded her pussy, no lust or desire on her part. Menashe was reaching a breaking point from all the pity fucks and knew something had to change.

In flatbush, Aryeh was having a similar battle with his beautiful sexy wife Nechama. She was having a hard time coming to terms that Shira was getting married and it was negatively impacting their relationship. They hadn’t fucked in three weeks and the wedding was two days away which meant that there would be no fucking for at least another week. Aryeh realized he needed a good night of sleep before the wedding, so he kissed Nechama good night and rolled over to his side of the bed.

The day of the wedding, both families packed out to the hall early in the morning to commence the day of beauty appointments. The fathers of the chosson and kallah were dragged along for this endevour and menashe and Aryeh soon found themselves drinking coffee on a random couch at the hall. After discussing business, sports, and some light politics, the conversation took a turn to something a bit heavier; their sex lives.

“When was the last time you fucked Nechama?” Menashe asked, slightly embarrassed

“Oh it must have been around three weeks ago and to be candid with you, it was a horrible pity fuck. She laid there and moaned about how she is losing her precious Shira. It was hardly erotic” Aryeh answered

“It’s been lousy by us too. We do fuck but she’s not into it and something needs to happen. Fast”

Both men leaned back and awkwardly took a sip of their coffee. This was an interesting conversation between machatanim but it was about to get stranger.

“Let’s swap” Aryeh said

“Like a wife swap? Like I’ll fuck Nechama and you’ll fuck chaya?” Menashe asked slightly perplexed

“Exactly like that. It’s the best way to renew some excitement in our lives”

Menashe thought for a moment and agreed to the plan. Some logistics were discussed and it was decided that after the wedding tonight, the swap would take place, in the bridal suite after all the guests had left. Their older kids would drive the younger ones home and they’d have the hall to themselves. It was costing them each a small fortune, they may as well take advantage. Both men smiled at each other and went back to their respective families, looking forward to after the wedding far more than the wedding itself. Similar to the newlyweds, they’d be fucking new people too.

The wedding was a success. The chosson and kallah were beaming and happily went on their merry way to the hotel. Menashe took Chayas hand and started to lead her back to the dressing area.

“This is the wrong room menashe” Chaya said as they started to enter the bridal suite

Menashe ignored her and sort of shoved her into the room. Aryeh and Nechama were already there. Aryeh was helping Nechama remove her gown when menashe and chaya walked in. Her gown half off, she clutched it against her tits as soon as she saw menashe, but Aryeh pulled the gown away and shoved it to the floor, leaving her standing there in a pile of ball gown and just her underwear. Blushing , she bent over and tried to pick up the gown but menashe stepped on it so she couldn’t lift it.

“You have a choice ladies” Aryeh began “you can fuck the man who isn’t your spouse willingly or not willingly. Those are your options. Embrace it or fight it, but it’s happening.”