It was a tranquil midsummer in Maple Grove, the trees still full with leaves, the neatly kept lawns a lush, rich green, and the weather moderately warm without the oppressive humidity that had characterized past summers.
At eight in the morning Myra Bates had just finished serving her husband coffee and was now clearing away the breakfast dishes. Lee Bates drank the coffee down hurriedly and adjusted his blue and gold striped tie, and after he had set the empty cup back on the saucer he slipped into his suit.
"I better get moving," he said, glancing at his watch. "The plane leaves at nine."
"Can't I drive you to the airport - at least this once?" she offered.
"No, that's okay. I want to have the car there in the lot when I get back."
"How long do you think it'll be this time? A week?"
"A week, maybe longer, but I'll let you know as soon as I'm sure myself."
Stacking the dishes in the sink, Myra wiped her hands off on a dish towel and removed her apron. She followed Lee into the living room, where he picked up his attache case and headed immediately to the front door.
"Hey, wait a minute!" she called after him. "You forgot something."
"What?"
"I mean this," she said, stepping up to him and throwing her arms around his neck. Her dark, lustruous hair rustled as she stood on tiptoes and gave him a soft wet kiss - smack on the lips. It didn't matter that he kissed her back in a very precise business-like fashion, because that's the way he was, but while she loved him for it, this attitude had created some problems for the two of them in the past.
Tli call you tonight, honey," he said as they disengaged, and he gave her a friendly pat on the rear. Then he turned and briskly headed for the garage.
Myra followed him to the front walk, and waved goodbye as he pulled the car out of the drive and guided it onto the street. When it had finally disappeared around a bend, she turned and glanced over at her next door neighbor's yard, surprised to see that young Bob Wylie was back in town, bent over his lawnmower as though he were anxious to catch up on his neglected household chores.
He was much younger than she - in his mid-twenties - broad shouldered and athletically built with a thick shock of sandy blond hair over his forehead. He had quite a brain too, Myra had learned from his wife, Ann. He was apparently some sort of geologist engineer employed by one of the big oil companies, and he'd just spent over a month on the North Slope of Alaska, supervising a difficult drilling operation. It seemed that husbands were always off somewhere or other, Myra mused to herself as she watched her handsome neighbor tinker. Wives were left alone to fend for themselves, and when they did fend for themselves and their husbands found out about it, the men always seemed to be shocked. But that was life, Myra thought.
"Maybe you can do our lawn when you're finished!" she called out jokingly to him and headed in his direction for a chat.
Straightening up, he grinned broadly and greeted her.
"Sure, why not. It's a power mower and I need the exercise anyway."
"I would think you got plenty of exercise. You look like you're in pretty good shape."
She could see him trying unsuccessfully to suppress a slight blush, and she felt charmed at his youthful awkwardness. He may be a hotshot engineer, she thought, but he's still a young man, and it shows all over. She was standing only a few feet away from him now, her hand on the handle of the power mower.
"I feel a little bit embarrassed," he said. "We're neighbors and I feel like we should know each other. But I've been away so damn much. Ann's told me a lot about you, though."
"Oh?" Myra said, arching her eyebrows. The thought of the neighborhood swapping club ran fleetingly through her mind, but of course innocent young Ann Wylie would never mention anything like that to her husband, even though she knew about it and knew what went on. Or would she? "Well, I hope she didn't say anything bad."
"Not at all," Bob Wylie laughed. "She said you'd been very nice to her while I was away this last time. Heck, I know she really needed company, and I'm glad you helped out."
"Well, that was the least I could do. Afte.' all, we women are alone so much. My husband travels a good deal too. He's a plant design consultant."
Myra tried to tame the cutting edge of her voice when she said this but was afraid she did not succeed completely. After all, there was still a residue of bitter feeling even though after all these years she and Lee had come to an understanding and allowed each other a reasonable amount of freedom. Ann Wylie, of course, while she felt lonely, didn't yet see the need for freedom and independence. She was convinced that her husband never touched another woman while away on business trips.
Thus, she couldn't possibly understand the rational behind the neighborhood swap club, which Myra had so earnestly been trying to explain to her in the hopes that she would join. Still, Myra couldn't help thinking that Ann might have mentioned what had been told her, and she had to be a bit careful now in dealing with Bob. Did he know about the club? Did he know that she - Myra - was a long-standing member and had approached his young wife about joining?
But no, he seemed to be completely unaware.
"It's a damn shame I have to go away so much. I feel terrible leaving her alone all the time. But then, that's the way it goes. That's my job."
"Well, don't you worry about it," Myra laughed easily. "I'll bet you two really make up for your absence when you get back home again."
Bob grinned.
"You can count on that. Look, what do you say I do your lawn first? It's no trouble."
"Oh, really, you don't have to. I can just as easily hire one of the young boys in the neighborhood."
Myra was both charmed and amused by Bob Wylie as he made this offer; she knew perfectly well why he'd made it. She could tell what his awkwardness, his fleeting glances into her dark eyes meant. He was just as attracted to her as she was to him, and the very thought excited her no end. She liked the idea of being able to arouse the virile young husband of a pretty blonde thing like Ann Wylie. It made her feel young again, as though she were still a college coed.
"Let's go," he said. "I'll take care of your lawn in ten minutes."
"Wonderful!" Myra said enthusiastically. "I'll fix us a couple of cool drinks right now. I'm sure you'll be able to use one when you finish."
Happily, the older woman strode across the lawn and into her house as her neighbor wheeled the lawn mower over and pulled the rip cord.
She could barely suppress the excitement running through her belly as she set about fixing two Bloody Marys, all the while listening to the smooth putt-putt of the lawn mower outside. Glancing out the front window, she could see that Bob had removed his shirt, and a light film of sweat had formed on his powerful muscles. God, he was handsome. She just hoped he wasn't as uptight as his young wife was, for she didn't think she could stand that. . .
The drinks had been ready for several minutes by the time the sound of the lawn mower had died down and Bob walked inside the front door.
"Well, I'll tell ya." he laughed. "After Alaska, I don't know what sun is like. I'm sweating more than I thought I'd be."
"This will cool you off," Myra said, immediately handing him a glass. Her eyes wandered to his chest as she handed it to him. His torso was still bare, and his shirt was slung over his shoulder. He took a deep draft and then shook his head side to side.
"Wow, this is powerful!"
To the calculating brunette's dismay, he had drank half the glass already and was. still standing up.
"They must have taught you something in Alaska," she remarked.
"I'll tell you one thing, they don't drink Bloody Marys up there. Just beer and whiskey. And sometimes both of them together."
When he had finished the drink, he handed her the glass and gave her an innocent smile. She could see he was getting ready to leave, but there was no way she could stop him . ... not now at any rate. There would be plenty of time in the future. She just hoped he wouldn't take off on another trip until she'd had a chance to set her trap for him.
"Come back again sometime," Myra said, showing him to the door. "And not just to mow the lawn." She gave him a coy little smile, which she could see made him feel slightly uncomfortable, but she didn't care. He was one hell of a man all right, and he would make a great addition to the neighborhood club.
Immediately after she shut the front door behind him, Myra began to feel lonely again. True, there would be enough men to occupy her at the next club meeting, but in truth she wanted someone new, someone special like this innocent young man whose enthusiasm would be at enough of a peak to give her real satisfaction. She didn't feel in the least guilty about what her husband would think, even though he knew nothing of the club. Lee had been traveling for his company for years, and Myra was sure that he had gone to bed with innumerable women in that time. They had agreed that it was only fair for her to be allowed to do something similar, and she had no regrets about it at all. They just never discussed their extracurricular activities, that was all.
As she retreated to the living room, her thoughts turned again to young Bob Wylie and what a great bed partner he would be with a little experience. It was obvious that he was still something of a virgin even though he'd been married for over a year. It was obvious from his awkwardness and the way he had failed to take her up on her tacit invitation only moments ago.
She'd been with a young man like him at a swap session only a few weeks ago. He too had been inexperienced, but he'd made up for it with his enthusiasm, and this was the possibility that attracted Myra to young Bob Wylie. She felt a jolt of stimulated sensation up between her legs as she recalled that lustful night, and she squirmed around on the sofa to soothe the sudden craving in her pussy. What was that other man's name, she wondered. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't think of it, but still she could remember how his eyes had feasted on her naked body as she spread herself out on the bed for him, feeling desire rippling hotly through her belly.
He had hovered over her, his stiff young cock jutting out from between his legs, trembling with excitement as he'd waited for her to call him down on the mattress. As she lay back and spread her legs apart, she could see the way his inexperienced penis throbbed and pulsed in its eagerness to be satisfied. She knew she was torturing him, but she loved every moment of it. She knew he would give her what her body and soul desired: a passionate fucking!
"God, do I want it like that again," Myra murmured, her mind flashing back on the incident. But it would never be the same. That young man from a week ago had already experienced the joys of the club ... he was jaded now, no longer fresh and innocent and enthusiastic.
It was Bob she wanted now, young Bob Wylie who had so innocently volunteered to mow her lawn after her husband had left. It was impossible for her to shake him free of her mind. Leaning her head back against the arm of the couch, she gritted her teeth tightly and felt hot sparks of arousal charge through her loins.
No longer could she fight the powerful urge to satisfy herself, and she lifted the hem of her dress, slipping her panty hose down off her legs. In her mind she pictured the exciting bulge in the front of Bob Wylie's pants, his strong hairless chest. . . she could see him standing over her as she lay there naked, her legs invitingly spread apart, urging him on. It was too much for her . . . she couldn't resist it.
Crossing her arms over her softly mounded breasts, she slipped her dress off over her head, and removed her skimpy black bikini panties until she was sitting on her living room couch in broad daylight stark naked. She moved her red-tipped fingers up to her full voluptuous breasts and cupped them gently in her palms, fondling her stiffening nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
Groaning, she turned over on her belly, shoving her searing pussy down against the yielding pillows of the sofa, wishing this would somehow extinguish the raging fire in her loins. But it was not enough, and she found her hands gliding down under her aching belly until her fingers pierced the dark-curling triangle of her pubic hair. God, how she wanted him . . . but not today. It was impossible today. She alone would have to satisfy herself now.
Her legs scissoring apart as she lay face-down, her fingers pressed hard against her moistly seeping cuntal slit. She could feel the soft little hole pulsing needfully against her fingertips, and she drew her narrow pussy lips farther apart to expose the steaming flesh within to the cool rough material covering the couch cushion. With a deep moan, she sank her middle finger slowly up into the wet hungry mouth of her vagina, holding her breath, her body shuddering slightly in the hot summer air. God, it felt good ... if only it were a man's thick hard cock instead of her slender finger, it would be so much better.
The furnace of sensuality inside her was roaring now, demanding more to satisfy its obscene hunger. Myra slipped in another finger to appease the god of her lust, moving all the way up on the couch in order to draw her knees to a kneeling position, her naked white buttocks waving lewdly in the air for the whole neighborhood to see if they cared to glance in the picture window.
Oh Jesus, how she wanted a stiffly throbbing penis inside that burning pussy of hers. The events of the last swap session were still running through her mind ... the young man's hotly jerking cock as it rammed in rhythm up inside her heaving belly, she writhing and screaming beneath it. God, how good that had felt. Why, why couldn't she have it now? Why did she have to wait?
She could remember the guy groaning and thrusting his hips like a wild animal between her legs, their bellies slapping nakedly together with loud lewd thuds. The maddening stimulation of that memory urged the finger-fucking brunette to greater and greater heights of self-inflicted passion, and now she could see herself being screwed by two and three men all at once. All she wanted now was cock, any cock she could find!
Desperately she jammed her fingers into the hotly moistened slit of her cunt, her hips and buttocks undulating against the sofa pillows as she worked herself into a frenzy. Her outstretched fingers pressed deeper and deeper inside her open cunt as her buttocks undulated in an ever increasing tempo. She gasped as she pulled her fingers out, teasing herself, and then as she rammed them deep inside again she mewled with uncontrollable delight. Her stiff-nippled breasts dug into the pillows beneath her and she rubbed them back and forth like a wild animal desperate for satisfaction. Electric shocks of lust raced unchecked through every nerve, her body trembled and twitched, and she shuddered in the unfathomable ecstasy of her desire.
The picture in her mind changed now. It was Bob Wylie who was fucking her, driving his young virile penis up inside her tightly clasping cunt as she begged and screamed for more. She could see everything clearly: her hips bucking up and down, her belly slamming against his, her lips bared back over her teeth as obscene mewls and pleas poured from her heaving chest. God, how she wanted him, how she wanted his cock! She had to get it, and it had to be soon. There was nothing that could stop her, nothing in the world.
"Fuck, damn you! Fuck!" she could hear him screaming.
"Yessss, yesssss!" she hissed back through clenched teeth in her vivid daydream.
"Harder, harder!" he wailed, driving her on, and she responded, her legs wrapped tight around his back, her bare heels digging into the crevice of his buttocks. It was ecstasy! But it was only a dream, and now she drove her fingers deeper and faster inside her hungering pussy, she wanted it to come true. She could almost see the pressure building up inside Bob Wylie's hairy balls. She could see then growing fatter and fatter, swelling with the hot fiery sperm which any second he would shoot.
"Aaaaah, fuck! Fuck you bitch!" he screamed down at her. She saw his lips bared back over his teeth, his face contorted in a grimace of raw lust as she strained to give him everything she had, her legs clasping tighter and tighter around his waist. All of a sudden she could feel his cock stiffening and twitching inside her, the blunt bloated tip quivering as it let loose a hot flood of lava-like cum that pulsed and swirled inside her straining pussy. Mewling and groaning, she writhed in orgasmic spasms beneath him.
"D-don't stop! More! More!" she pleaded mindlessly, her cunt lips twitching frenziedly around his spending cock. God, how she wanted it, how she wanted every last drop of his cum inside her cavernous belly. She wanted him to keep going for hours, to fill her to the bursting point until his sperm shot overflowed down her thighs like water from a fast-flowing fountain.
"Oh Jesus! Jesus! I want more cock!" she screamed. To her surprise, Myra found she was wailing this aloud and exciting herself beyond the point of no return even though it was all a mere daydream. Her ass wiggled wildly in the air, and now she was plunging the forefingers of both hands deep inside her unpeaked pussy, making heavy, sucking, sluicing noises as they slithered in and out. She fingered herself harder and faster, sinking the lust-wet fingers all the way in up to the palms of her hands.
Her attractive mature face was twisted with ignoble passion, and her cheeks flushed burning red as she felt herself beginning to cum, the hot liquid of her loins boiling up to the point of explosion. She clung hard to the last remnants of her sanity, trying desperately to control herself, to tease herself for just another short second, but it was too late. She was going to cum now! Her hot female secretions poured forth, gushing viscously around her fingers, jetting out from her CTintal mouth and running down the insides of her thighs as she rocked face-down on the couch.
"AAAAAAAGHHHHH!" she chanted, her voice reverberating in the empty living room.
As she jerked and twitched, the pressure inside her belly swelled and diminished, and finally with a sigh she sagged down on the sofa. But she still wanted more - the real thing, a live male cock, jumping and dancing and twitching between her legs. God, how she needed that! She needed it more than anything in the world. She was sighing and gasping now, her body limp and spent, but still she couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from the lust-flooded depths of her pussy. They felt so good there in that liquid warmth, so fine and comfortable . . .
At last after what seemed an eternity, she drew them away and rolled over on her back, her legs splaying out weakly to the sides. It was a moment until reality came back to her once again. A brief flurry of anger hit her for what she'd been forced to do, but she knew now what had to happen next ... she had to get Bob Wylie in bed with her at all costs, even if it meant hurting his wife, Ann. That naive young housewife had to learn the facts of life sooner or later - even if she had to learn them in a brutal manner. Her husband was no innocent young thing. He was a strapping young stud with a big thick cock and a fine pair of balls, and Myra wanted to test out his equipment.
Rising from the couch, she slipped her clothes on once again and began laughing madly to herself. God, she had really gotten carried away with her fantasies this time . . . but it was very possible that soon enough her fantasy would become reality, and Bob Wylie would be screwing her in just the way she imagined!
Chapter Two
Ann Wylie stepped in front of her bathroom mirror and gazed into it contentedly, pleased with what she saw there. The close-cropped blonde hair that made a soft frame for her face, the sparkling blue eyes, the round white high-set breasts. She was an attractive woman, she tried to tell herself, and yet she usually didn't feel that way. Often, she still felt as though she were an awkward teenage girl trying to pretty herself up for a date.
Not that she really was awkward now. It was just that her husband Bob was home so infrequently, that his reappearance had become a special event. She had to pretty herself up as much as possible for him, and she enjoyed-doing it.
He'd been especially attentive to her last night, and that made her feel good. When they crawled into bed together, he had wooed and caressed her as gently as though it were the first day of their marriage. Later they made love without enduring the heartbreaking failure that they'd both come to expect in bed. In the end, though, it had been the same as always. Bob had grown so stiff and hard inside her, and she had tried to pretend that she was really enjoying it, but it hurt! God, how it had hurt! She didn't see how she could ever learn to enjoy sex when there was so much pain involved. They'd been married six months now, and still she hadn't gotten over it. Bob's penis was so big and thick, she didn't know how she could ever take it inside her and like it, and yet she had to pretend, pretend she was enjoying every moment of it, because that was what men wanted. Her mother had told her that, and her mother had certainly been married a long time.
It was much better when it was all over, for then he had turned to her on the bed and tenderly kissed her neck and cheeks, stroking his fingers through her soft blonde hair. It felt so warm and comfortable then, and there was nothing to worry about.
She knew he had been somewhat disappointed at the end and had sensed somehow that she was pretending, but she wanted to make up for it this morning, and taking her lipstick and makeup, she began prettying herself. Pouting out her lushly senusous lips, she applied the faint lip gloss then the mascara and the makeup, thinking about the new dress she'd put on next.
That was just right, she decided. Men always pretended to like women when they weren't wearing makeup, but they were lying. Women were obligated to put on makeup so that their husbands wouldn't notice it, and so that they would look attractive anyway. Well, she must have had something, Ann thought. Otherwise, she couldn't have snagged Bob in college when he was one of the varsity football players, when all the other girls were chasing madly after him.
The way she'd done it, of course, was by not showing that she was madly in love with him the way the others did. She played calm and cool, and made him chase her, rather than the reverse. True, she had been in love with him, but at the same time she had always been scared of having sex with a man. This was what made it easier for her to play hard to get. And everything had worked out all right. When they were married. Bob was both surprised and pleased to find out she was a virgin.
That is for the first few days, but as their honeymoon in the Virgin Islands progressed, she found him making more and more demands on her in bed. He wanted her to do things that she had only heard of by word of mouth from other girls in her high school class. Things like sucking his cock, doing what they called "a blow job"
She was horrified when Bob first suggested this, but then after she had talked to her mother she learned that all men desired things of this sort, but that "nice" girls couldn't do fhings like that even if they were married. She felt relieved on hearing her mother's advice, both for her own sake and for Bob's. At least she knew that her husband wasn't a pervert. It was just that he had let his imagination run away with him on their honeymoon.
When they'd moved to Maple Grove, their life had settled down. Bob didn't seem so demanding any longer ... he was always busy with his work and taking trips to foreign parts or to remote corners of the United States. She had to admit that she missed him while he was gone, but at the same time, it was sort of a relief not to have the sexual pressure hanging over her. She was always pleased to see him return, though, and she prepared big delicious meals for the day he stepped off the plane.
While she knew her husband was a hard-driving man who was completely wrapped up in his job, she also wished that he would be home alone with her more so that they could talk about things - not just make love, but talk about things that were bothering each of them.
Well, the point was, he was home now, and she was going to do her best to please him today. Though she didn't want to excite him so much that he would make her do horrible things, she was nonetheless aware that her body was one of her best assets. Her breasts were full but high and firm to the touch, their enticingly rounded contours a sharp contrast to her flat little belly and tapered white thighs.
People would think of her as beautiful, she knew this full well, but still she was not comfortable with her body, and even during her honeymoon she'd found it difficult to even sleep in the nude.
"Hey, honey, what are you doing in there so long?" Bob called impatiently through the closed bathroom door.
"Just getting ready for you, darling," she replied softly. "I'll be there in a minute."
Bob gave out a deep sigh and headed out of the bedroom to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He wondered what in the world his wife was doing, and had a sneaking suspicion that for some strange reason she was hiding from him. It didn't make sense at all. In every way she was a perfectly normal, attractive girl, but when he came home it seemed he had to conquer some fear she had of him, maybe of men in general. He was getting a little exasperated by it all and just wished they could act together the way ordinary husbands and wives did.
As the water boiled in the saucepan, he found his thoughts drifting back to dark-haired Myra Bates, and the strange way she had approached him this morning. It was more than neighborly friendliness, he was convinced. He was sure there was something sensually suggestive in her sultry voice and that she wanted more than just to talk to him. Sure, any neighbor could invite you over for a drink, but it was the way she did it that upset him.
Christ, she must be fantastic in the sack, he mused as he poured the boiling water into his cup. Just the thought of her round voluptuous breasts and her full ripe contours turned him on . . . and even without his knowing it at the time, she had worked him into a frenzy which he vainly tried to alleviate with Ann last night. He should have known better, of course, because the usual thing happened . . . when he got to the point of orgasm, she started whining and pleading and saying that he was hurting her too much. Her body had stiffened and she'd cringed just when he was about to blow his load inside her . . . Christ, what a welcome home-that was!
Myra Bates would never pull an act like that on him. He was certain of it. She was clearly lonely, for one thing, plus she acted like she had all the experience and technique any man could desire. God, would he like to get inside her pants! What the hell could he do now, though? He was stuck inside his own house with his wife . . . the thought of raping Ann crossed his mind for a fleeting second, and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like the right thing to do.
After all, she was his wife. It wasn't really rape . . . not in the legal sense . . . and maybe that's what she needed, to be taken by surprise, treated rough. With this idea still half in his mind, Bob Wylie finished his coffee and traipsed back to the bedroom. In a moment more, he saw Ann finally emerge from the bathroom.
"Well, here I am," she said with a searching smile.
He noticed that her face was made up, that she looked ready to go out for a night on the town. It seemed awfully peculiar that she would be all prettied up now after the way she had resisted him last night. And so, for a long moment he stared at her quizzically.
"Well, how do I look?" she prodded him. Mustering her courage, she flashed a smaller smile and made a brave attempt to model the new dress she was in. She twirled around and made her skirt flare out over her fine well-formed thighs.
"It's new," she said stating the obvious. Desperately she tried to-buoy her flagging spirits, but she could see that her husband was a little less than enthused, and she suddenly felt silly and depressed.
"I see," he said. "Yeah, it looks very nice."
With a sinking heart, she tried to find what was troubling him.
"Listen, honey. About last night..."
"Never mind. That's a nice dress. I just wondered why you were wearing it now after what happened ..."
Her lips suddenly curled down and she was frowning in resentment. If he was trying not to discuss what had happened the previous evening, then why had he let that remark just slip from his lips?
Bob tried to cover his blunder.
"When did you buy it?"
"Never mind," she said sulkily. "It's not important. I just thought you might want to see it. It's not like anything I ever wore before."
"It looks okay," he replied disinterestedly, sending her spirits plummeting.
"Bob, please . . . can't we just talk about last night? We never really do ... "
"I'm not in the mood, not now. I just expected things to be a little different when I came back."
"Well, then, would you mind if I talked some things over with Myra Bates? She's a woman after all, and she might have some ideas ..."
"Sure, sure, go right ahead!" Bob said sarcastically. "Tell the whole neighborhood that we can't make it together. Tell them you're afraid of a hard-on, baby, because that's exactly what the problem is."
"Bob, please!" Ann protested on the verge of tears now. She had gotten dressed up just to please him in the hopes that maybe they could try again, but he had dashed everything to the ground now.
Angry and about to break down, she turned and retreated into the bathroom, slamming the door violently behind her, and at the same time, Bob huffed out of the bedroom.
"Hi," Myra Bates said pleasantly as Ann opened the front door later that afternoon. "I just thought I might stop in for a cup of coffee, if you don't mind."
"No, come right in, Myra. I'm sort of glad you dropped by as a matter of fact."
"Problems, hunh?" the older brunette smiled, tapping the young blonde on the shoulder. "You go fix me that cup of coffee and we'll talk them over. Where's Bob, by the way?"
"He's out puttering in the back yard. He stormed out of here a few hours ago and hasn't been speaking to me since."
Ann said it glibly, as though it didn't really matter, as though it were an ordinary lovers' tiff, but she was still inwardly upset about her husband's behavior, even though by now her tears were under control.
Briskly she headed into the kitchen and emerged several moments later with the coffee pots and cups on a tray.
"Well, now let's hear what's bothering you," Myra said, seating herself on the edge of a comfortable chair. She leaned forward to devote her full attention to the younger woman's problems.
"I . . . I'm not sure I know where to begin exactly. It's kind of personal ... but I don't mean I don't trust you."
"Now just relax," Myra soothed in a motherly way. "This is strictly between the two of us, and anything you say won't go any further than this room."
Ann sighed, her original awkwardness overcome by her neighbor's friendly and forthright approach. She was sure she could trust Myra Bates, and also sure she would learn something from her. Still, she felt embarrassed even to herself, though there was nothing to do now except launch ahead.
"Well ... it has to do with sex," she blurted out, wringing her hands together in her lap. "Bob and I ... oh, things just aren't working out."
Myra smiled sympathetically and took a deep sip of her coffee before answering.
"We all have problems with sex, my dear. And the only thing to do is face them and come to some kind of resolution. You can't be afraid just to use the word "sex"
"It's not the word I'm afraid of," Ann confessed, failing to complete the sentence.
"You mean you're afraid you might be frigid."
The young blonde felt her cheeks burning red as Myra uttered this blunt statement. She realized she had been misunderstood, for whatever problems existed between her and Bob, they were not that serious.
"No!" she protested. "I'm not frigid. It's not that bad. It's just that - well, I don't enjoy it. I try to, I really try, but I can't help myself."
"You're still very young," Myra consoled her. "And you haven't been married long either. But somehow you just have to relax and not be afraid of your body. You have to learn to enjoy sex."
"Yes, but how?"
"Oh, there are ways, believe me. Why don't you just leave this to me, and I'll think of a way to help you ... as a matter of fact ..."
Here she was just on the point of bringing up the subject of the neighborhood swap club, but in the nick of time managed to check herself. Ann Wylie was certainly not going to agree to that yet, but Myra had made up her mind that she would be ready soon enough - as soon as she, Myra, put her plan into action.
Fortunately, the young blonde didn't press her at the moment for any specific ideas on how to solve her problem, and Myra merely comforted her with soothing little truisms that would help her ride out the tide.
"You know, Ann, you have everything in the world going for you. You're young, very attractive, and you have a wonderful husband. So .you know you have to make an effort to improve your sex life. Somehow you'll just have to relax so that you become more free and open. I know it's difficult, but the only way you can learn is by doing."
While Ann took this to heart and listened intently, she couldn't help feeling that Myra's advice was lacking in some way. She had made a deep personal confession, and Myra had not responded on the same level of intimacy. True, the worldly wise brunette had said very sage things, but they were the kind of things one could read in a book. There didn't seem to be anything specific - any course of action that she could follow. Little did Ann know that as Myra finished her coffee and bid her goodbye, a plan of action was going into effect. But not the kind the trusting blonde wife expected . . .
The garage door was open and Bob was inside, the power mower parts spread out on newspapers before him. Myra could see from the look on his face that he wasn't just lost in concentration, but scowling with anger. He and his wife had obviously had a pretty severe argument not long ago, and he was still brooding over it. This would be the perfect time to approach him, she told herself as she entered the garage.
"Hi, there," she said casually. "I hope you can put it back together again. My grass is growing fast."
As he looked up, a startled self-conscious smile formed on Bob's face, and then he broke into a little laugh.
"No sweat. I'm pretty good with machines. It's other things that give me trouble."
"You mean, Ann, for example?"
"So you know then?"
"Oh, we had a little talk, but you don't have to worry. I'm not the gossiping kind ... by the way since you are so good with machines, maybe you could do something with my air conditioner. I'm sure it's just something small, and I hate to call a repairman."
"Sure," Bob volunteered. "I'll come over right now."
"Oh, goodness! Not now. My house is a mess. I can't let anyone inside now. Maybe a little later this afternoon. Around three or four, say?"
"Fine ... Ill see you then," he smiled. As she walked gracefully back toward her house, he followed her with his eyes, admiring her sleek, well-kept figure, her long lustruous dark hair. She must be about thirty-five, he thought, but she acted more his age. And yet mature enough to really appreciate men and give them the enjoyment they needed. Hell, he knew it was wrong, but he really wanted to go to bed with Myra Bates. If only it were possible.
Chapter Three
By three-thirty Myra Bates had everything ready to begin implementing her plan. The house, which really hadn't been messy in the first place, was sparkling clean and comfortable. She had vacuumed the soft wall-to-wall carpeting in the living room, fluffed the sofa pillows and prepared a pitcherful of martinis.
Ann was bound to think something suspicious was going on if her husband stayed too long, but then that would just be too bad. There was something wrong with the air conditioner, but it was only a minor malfunction which she could have fixed even herself if she bothered to pore over the directions. In other words, her pretext was valid, but the important thing was that she keep Bob Wylie in the house long enough for her feminine charms to begin weaving their spell around him.
She'd done everything to make herself attractive - expensive Chanel perfume, a tight, form-fitting dress that sheathed her firm lush body as tightly as a wetsuit, her dark hair brushed out shiny and lustrous as it fell in waves over her shoulders. The hem of her dress was only slightly more than mini-length, revealing her smoothly tapering legs that were sheathed in dark tan stockings. The neckline was equally provocative, swooping down low in the middle to display a tantalizing glimpse of her ripe breast cleavage.
With frequent checks of her watch, she began to fidget, checking the coasters and ashtrays on the cocktail table, drawing the curtains half-closed to create a more intimate atmosphere and cut the light from the strong afternoon sun.
What if Bob for some reason decided to stay home or forgot his promise to stop over? She would feel like a perfect fool. But he must have recognized the signs she was giving him ... he was young, but he couldn't be that naive. Then she began to fear that she'd gone too far. What if he were just as afraid of sex as his wife was? She might scare him half to death.
As these worries ran through her mind, she tried to calm herself by pouring a martini and sitting down on the living room sofa. Fortunately, though, she did not have long to wait, for on the first sip of her drink, the doorbell rang and she rose to answer it.
He was here! Her plan was going to work.
Concealing her nervous anticipation, she opened the door and greeted him warmly, her eyes flickering over his powerful body which was clothed in tight-fitting jeans and a banlon shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing the dark curly hairs of his chest.
"Well, I fixed everything over at my place, and now I'm ready to take on your air conditioner," he said jovially.
"Come in and have a drink first," she suggested. "You've been working hard all day. I've already made some martinis."
"Good, I'll take one. I'm not usually a martini drinker, but I could use something strong and cold today."
"Chilled to perfection," Myra cooed as she filled a long-stemmed cocktail glass for him.
Gratefully the young engineer took it and sat down at one end of the sofa, while Myra seated herself in the middle. She noticed that he seemed slightly I'll at ease and that was a good sign, because it meant that he had gotten her message. He knew he hadn't just come over to fix her air conditioner.
Bending forward, she refilled her own glass, making a special point of giving her neighbor a good view into the lust valley between her breasts. In fact, so sure was she that he could practically see her nipples, she took an extra long time pouring the drink, fully conscious of the tantalizing spectacle she was making of herself and hoping that this, along with the drinks would help to break down his reserve.
Her strategy was going into high gear now! His eyes were feasting on her body, and his tongue circled nervously around his lips. Very subtly she moved closer to him on the couch and crossed her legs so that her skirt rode back up over her lust-inciting thighs. He averted his eyes from her in a self-conscious way. "Well ... if you'll show me the air ! conditioner, I'll start working on it right away."
"Oh, just relax," she chided him. "Let's just have a drink and talk for a minute. I'm sure you could use a break."
As she said this she patted his knee and then ran her hand very lightly over his trouser leg in a nonchalant way.
I . . . well, I mean, Ann is expecting me. I told her I was just dropping over for a minute."
"Oh, don't think about Ann . . . just this once. Husbands and wives think about each other too much. That's the worst possible thing for a marriage."
Before he knew what was happening she had slipped his hand over hers and pulled him up off the sofa until they were standing face to face, her inviting body only inches from his. Without a word she snuggled closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder as she began to tease him by tracing her fingers along the lobe of his ear and curling them around the back of his neck. He could feel his penis stiffening inside his jeans as her voluptuously full breasts pressed against his chest, the tiny hardened points of her nipples springing out against the thin banlon material of his shirt.
God, how he'd love to plunge his hand down inside that low-cut dress of hers and grab her naked breasts! How he would love to hear her scream and beg for his cock!
Myra sensed her young neighbor's awakening passion and dropped one hand from behind his neck to run her fingertips along his hip, sweeping it around in the direction of his crotch. She felt his cock springing to hardness, and she held her breath as slowly, involuntarily, his arms circled around her shoulders and crushed her against his chest. Suddenly he locked his lips over hers and gave her a hard, grinding kiss, holding her head tight so she couldn't move. She mewled as their mouths worked hungrily against each other, and pressed her pelvis hard against his hips. As the handsome young man blushed and breathed harder, she had to suppress the desire to giggle. Her plan was working all right! Now she just had to be sure not to frighten him off.
Bob, for his part, was totally torn between conscience and desire. He wanted this attractive older woman badly, and yet he had never cheated on his wife of six months. Even on business trips when there were plenty of opportunities to do so, he had always remained true. Now, he was beginning to wonder if he hadn't been a fool all along, especially with Ann acting the way she was. The thought crossed his mind that she might not just be young and inexperienced but actually frigid, in which case it would be practically impossible to deal with her.
"Tell me something, Bob," Myra purred, "Have you and Ann been getting along well... in bed, I mean?"
For a moment he was taken aback that she seemed to be in on his most private thoughts, but she had completely disarmed him and there was nothing he could do except give her an honest answer.
"She's young . .. it's just that she hasn't had much experience and she's still a little frightened."
"Are you sure that's all?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"In other words, do you think she'll simply improve with time?"
He had to admit his male pride was piqued now. He didn't want to go around talking about his wife in front of the neighbors, yet at the same time, he had to get what was bothering him off his chest.
"All right, if you want to know the truth, she starts out slow and then turns as cold as a cucumber," he confessed. "And you're not helping me much either, with that sexy dress of yours."
Bob squinted at her quizzically, releasing his arms from around her waist. He wasn't at all sure what she meant - whether she was putting him down or inviting him up. In a few moments, however, he knew. She grasped him by the hand and led the way up to the bedroom on the second floor, her hips swaying in a sensual come-hither rhythm as she led the way. As he followed her, his penis grew painfully stiff and hard, his balls aching as though they'd been pounded by a sledge hammer. He could feel tiny droplets of eager moisture oozing from the tip of his cock into the crotch of his underwear, and he wondered how long he could keep control of himself.
They were inside the bedroom now, standing only a foot or so away from the bed. He paused awkwardly, wondering whether he should go over and inspect the air conditioner in the window, but in a moment his dilemma was answered. Myra threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, thrusting her tongue hotly between his teeth, probing it deep into his throat. Then she sucked gently on his, nibbling the tender spear with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent pulsating chills up and down the young man's spine. Finally he broke away, and squeezed her body tight against his, thinking guiltily for a moment of his own wife. God, he was about to commit adultery with the very woman who'd comforted Ann during his absence. He wanted desperately to be able to control himself, but he just couldn't help it! His cock was so hard it threatened to burst through his jeans.
"What's wrong, Bob?" she purred. "You're not frightened, are you?"
She knew she was taunting him, but that was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to goad him into taking her, into forgetting about how his wife would feel if she knew. Myra just wanted his body, his throbbing young cock thrusting in and out of her hungering pussy.
"Are you kidding?" he bluffed. "I just thought we should cool it until I fix the air conditioner. You did want me to fix it, didn't you?"
"Of course I did," Myra purred. "After all, it's getting pretty hot in here."
Bob was momentarily relieved but also disappointed by her answer. Hell, they'd gone too far already, but there was still a chance to turn back ... to regain respectability. But no, hell no, he couldn't stop now, not with her hot body pressing against his.
To his surprise she suddenly pulled out of his embrace, pushing off from his brawny shoulders.
"It's over there," she pointed toward the window. "Go ahead and fix it while I attend to something else."
She watched as he turned to go to the window, and then she headed into the bathroom. As hotly inflamed as she was she had to maintain enough control to make sure that things went smoothly. Inside the bathroom she quickly unzipped her dress and slipped it off. When she was completely naked except for her gold chain necklace and bracelets she slinked back into the bedroom, her mind reveling in the thought of how she would stimulate him.
Bob was laboring over the air conditioner now, but in a moment he would turn around and see her, his eyes feasting on her naked tan body, taking in every luscious curve of her bikini-striped female flesh. She couldn't wait until he was naked himself, his muscles gleaming in the dark light of the room, his young cock jutting out stiff and straight from between his handsome legs . .
Bob's mind, however, was on the air conditioner now, as he removed the grill and tinkered with the mechanism behind it. In truth, he could hardly concentrate, all his thoughts riveted on his older female neighbor and her fine voluptuous body. God, it was like a lewd daydream. He'd been thinking of her for days and now finally he was going to have her all to himself. He meant to go all the way with her today, both to relieve his own frustration and to give the teasing bitch all she had coming to her.
Somehow, he sensed that she was right behind him, and suddenly he spun around, his eyes widening at the sight of her incredible nakedness. She was standing by the bed, her mouth-watering breasts garnished with ruby-tipped nipples, her cunt covered with soft dark hair, her hips flaring wide, her long legs tapering with voluptuous sensuality. She was waiting for him, waiting for him to fuck her, and his cock grew stronger and stronger inside his pants until he feared it would somehow jump out by itself.
"J-Jesus, you're undressed. You're naked!" he exclaimed, his whole body trembling. His eyes roamed eagerly over her body, his face coloring at the seductive smile on her painted lips.
He could see now that she was just as prepared as he was, if not more so. Her nipples were stiff and hard, she was excited, waiting for him. Waiting for him to fuck her!
He could barely restrain himself from sinking to his knees in front of her to kiss her pussy, thrust his tongue inside her warm wet cuntal lips. Instead, he turned away from the air conditioner and seized her in his arms, crushing her naked body tight against him, slipping his tongue into the cavern of her waiting mouth.
Tremors of excitement surged through Myra's hot-fleshed body. She was alive now, on fire with passionage lust!
"Quick, take your clothes off," she whispered in his ear. She wanted him now, this moment. It couldn't wait! It was all she could do to restrain herself from ripping his clothes off for him.
"I want you to fuck me!" she mewled. "Now, immediately!"
Fumbling with trembling hands, he slipped off his shirt, unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them until they were both naked only inches from the bed. Then he seized her and threw her down on the mattress.
The older brunette was seething with impatience. The sight of his youthfully masculine body was driving her insane. His chest was like a suit of armor - powerful and well-formed. His cock was young and hard as a rock, blue veins coursing through its satisfying thickness so that she could barely control her animal urge to be fucked by him. She couldn't take her eyes off it, and gazed in awe at its swollen magnificence. It was jutting out like a cobra, huge and powerful, and ready to strike!
She shuddered in anticipation of its feel and lowered her eyes to the hair-covered balls beneath it. He was a young bull! Full of sperm that he would drive into her any minute. God, he had huge balls.
"You're beautiful, beautiful!" she whispered, sinking back on the bedspread, her legs slithering apart in obscene appeal.
"You're pretty good, too," he grinned down at her, sure of himself now. He felt completely in control of the situation. She'd asked him for something, not the reverse. And now he was going to give it to her, but good. He could see her eyes lingering on his cock, feasting on it, and he knew she would appreciate it when she got it . . . much more than his wife did.
His eyes gleaming, he mounted the mattress between her widespread legs and, bending forward, fastened his lips over her stiff left nipple, his teeth clamping down harshly on the tiny bud. She groaned in pained surprise and attempted to twist away from the torturous assault, but his hands on her smooth-grinding hips held her fast. His mouth roamed from breast to breast now, his flickering tongue tormenting the quivering white mounds. Blissful twitches of sensation rippled through her body to the center of her belly, and she mewled and groaned submissively beneath him.
Squirming and bucking, she slammed her hips up against his in wanton desire, hoping he would not hesitate a second longer before he plunged his blood-hardened penis hard inside her belly.
"Please, please, fuck me!" she begged. Everything was forgotten now. It didn't matter that she was the one who was supposed to be seducing him. The only thing that mattered was having his throbbing blood-bloated thickness pistoning in and out of her cock-starved loins.
"Sure, neighbor!" he grinned down at her. "I'll fuck you all right."
"Now, now!" she screamed up at him. "Put your big fucking prick inside me now! Split me apart. Please! Please! I can't wait."
Her wanton passion was driving all reason from her brain now. She was a squealing mass of desire, wanting nothing more than to be screwed half to death by her handsome next-door neighbor. Just the agony of waiting a second longer was killing her. She wanted him now. immediately!
"It's so big! God, it's so big!" she groaned. "Stick it inside me. Stick it in my pussy. I need it."
Pressing her shoulders down with his weight, he moved his hands over the silky smoothness of her back until he reached her buttocks, cupping each ass-cheek with ferocious power. They were smooth and pliant, and they molded into his hands like dough, as he'd expected them to. She was spread out before him submissively, waiting for him to take her, and now that moment had arrived. He was going to fuck her all right, fuck her but good! If only his wife could be like this, willing and begging for his cock, then his marriage would be beautiful. There would be no need to find satisfaction and solace between the legs of his sultry-eyed next door neighbor.
At this point, Myra forced herself up on one elbow and reached forward to grab young Bob Wylie's wagging cock. He moaned as her fingers clasped around it, encompassing its thick girth in her warm tight palm. His brain was pounding with animal lust as he moved his hands around again to the tops of her thighs and placed his palms squarely on the trembling white flesh. The mingled odors of her perfume and her aroused body sent his senses reeling, and his cock throbbed desperately, desiring to penetrate the wet warm softness of her cunt. There was no question that this was it, was her arms circled up around his neck now and pulled his animal-like body down on top of hers.
But he broke loose from her confining grip and leaned back on his knees, gripping his rampant cock in one hand. He was inflamed with desire, an animalistic brute who had forgotten all social conventions.
Slowly he guided his cock forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the hair-lined flanges of her pussy. She tossed her head to one side as she felt the tingling electric contact of his flesh on hers, an involuntary moan of desire escaping from her lips. It was harder and thicker than she thought, and her pussy lips palpitated with wild excitement as it slipped up between her cuntal lips.
He thrust deep into her open vagina, jerking his pelvis, and stretching wide the soft little opening until he was half-buried in her belly to the hilt, only the very base of his penis visible outside her hair-covered loins. Pulling back, he pushed harder, slicing into her like a spear, reveling in the desperate clutch of her pussy lips around his thickly pulsing weapon. She twinged as his lust-inflated balls slammed into her upturned ass-cheeks, realizing that she'd gotten more than she bargained for. She had underestimated Bob Wylie, and was now moaning defenselessly beneath him, her face contorted in a mask of pain and pleasure.
"Easy, easy!" she chanted as he began a rhythmic sawing in and out between her legs. Even though it hurt for the moment, though, Myra knew that slowly, very slowly the pressure would lessen, and her pussy would expand to accommodate the massive instrument see-sawing back and forth in her desire-filled little cunt.
She was right, too, for by now her eager young neighbor's caresses were renewing the crazy fire inside her groin. She began to undulate her body rhythmically, meeting each thrust that his blood-heavy cock made inside her. Her body bounced up and down on the bed, her breasts grinding against his chest, her body tingling with life as he rammed into her.
"Yesss, yesss!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Fuck me like that. Oh God, fuck me!"
Bob rammed into her, prodded by her obscene words. He grasped her buttocks again and pulled her open loins up tighter against him, fucking in and out like a crazed animal in a rhythmic driving motion. His entire lust-engorged cock was swallowed up inside her and then slid out again, covered with her warm cuntal moisture. He could sense her pussy growing wider and hungrier with each pounding thrust he made.
Her buttocks began obscenely churning and rotating, bucking off the mattress and slamming down hard again until suddenly her legs shot up and locked them around his back, her heels digging into his spine and spurring him on as though she were riding a horse in an upside-down race. She was urging him deeper and deeper into the cock-hungry canyon between her thighs. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and she reached forward and squeezed her fingers into his hotly working buttocks, raking them with her nails until she drew tiny red welts across the surface. And all the while, she twisted insanely, moaning and mewling in wanton desire.
There was no doubt in Bob Wylie's mind now that he had the upper hand, that his throbbing male hardness had conquered this sex-crazed woman who was merely trying to use him. He had this hot-blooded married neighbor of his in the best possible position . . . flat on her back beneath his loins. Hell, he could drop in any time and do what he wanted with her, and she'd love every minute of it. He could make her beg for his cock, if he liked. And the great thing was, no one would ever know about it. She was married, too. and she certainly couldn't tell her husband. It would be a little secret just between the two of them.
''OOOOOOOOOOH, A AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!'' Myra wailed, unable to control herself, her head spinning mindlessly as her body was filled with his hard-driving cock.
Grinning, he gazed down excitedly at the lewd sight of his penis steaming in and out of her wet pink pussy, and a wild impulse overcame him so that he shoved into her even more viciously. A wailing moan broke from her lips, a sound that mingled incredible pleasure with sharp, twisting pain. He watched his cock withdraw to the ragged edges of her cuntal lips, then watched her as he held it there, teasing her, making her writhe and squirm for more. Then he shoved inside again, his face twisted with raw desire as he heard her grunt and gasp from the smooth re-entry. Her cunt was bulging with him now, the hot wet inner flesh stretched wide as his blood-engorged rod rammed deeper and deeper inside, trembling and quivering and expanding like an angry cobra.
"Aw, aw, OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed. "F-fuck me, fuck me like that. Yesss!"
As she whined below him, she clawed her fingernails back and forth over his churning buttocks and up over his laboring back. Bob could feel his cock jumping in the clasping vaginal warmth as if it were going to burst from the mad pleasure building up inside it. His bull-like balls smacked lustily against her tight-fleshed buttocks as their naked bellies slapped together with a lewd wet thud. Her head was rolling from side to side, her glossy dark hair fanned out against the mattress. She groaned and screamed and clamped her legs even tighter around his back, urging him, begging him to stick his cock deeper into her needing belly."
The young engineer responded exactly the way she wanted him to, his thick-veined shaft slicing into her like a battering ram, spreading her vaginal passage wider and wider apart and forcing the desperate moans up from her chest.
"God, God, it's so big!" she wailed, her eyes opening wide in horror. She had never expected this much cock, this much pleasure from such a younger inexperienced man.
"P-put your finger up my ass," she pleaded, desperate for greater and greater pleasure.
Her shameless plea sent ripples and chills up and down his spine. Never had he done anything like this before, but he was willing to learn, and by God, she was going to show him. Slipping one hand free from beneath her buttocks, he reached down in between his legs, pushed his balls aside, and made sudden electrifying contact with his middle finger on the rubbery ring of her anus. He circled around the taut little opening, picking up lubrication from her cuntal secretions that had dribbled down over her ass-cheeks. The tight tiny hole spasmed wide as she caught her breath and he pressed his finger slwoly inside it. Her sphincter muscles spasmed and gripped tightly in protest, trapping his fingertip there so it couldn't escape.
He waited a moment, and then shoved hard and deep. The elastic ring gave way completely now, and he found his finger lodged up to the first knuckle in the dark warm passage of her rectum. Myra emitted a savage cry and ground her ass backward into the bedsheets, feeling as though she were impaled on a spit.
"It hurts ... Oh! Oh!" she chanted, gritting her teeth together, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead.
For a split second he thought of withdrawing his finger and releasing her from the squirming pain she was undergoing, but he hesitated. Hell, she'd asked for this, hadn't she? Now he wanted to see her writhing as she was impaled from both ends. God, he couldn't believe this luscious sex-starved woman was lying spread-eagled beneath him, urging him on with all her power. And yet . . .
Sensing his indecision she whispered a desperate plea.
"Hurt me, hurt me!" she begged. "Stick it in harder."
His eyes wide in amazement, Bob watched as the insatiable brunette ground her ass tighter down on his skewering finger until it was sunk as far in her rectum as it could go. She was grafting herself onto his body, becoming part of him. Never in his life had he thought sex could be so easy and so wicked, and never that it would happen with his next-door neighbor.
"Where in the world is he?" Ann Wylie said aloud in exasperation as she glanced at the kitchen clock. Her husband ' had mentioned something about going next door to fix Myra's refrigerator, but already he'd been gone an hour and a half. What was taking him so long? What was he doing over there, anyway?
She had been puttering about in the kitchen, absent-mindedly doing her household chores and at the same time waiting for Bob to return in the hopes that she could talk to him about their problems. But no, he'd been avoiding her practically all day, working in the yard, in the garage and now over at Myra Bates's house.
If only he knew what she planned to tell him, then he wouldn't have spent the day hiding from her. She had rehearsed a little talk in her mind, and the words to it were going around in her head even now.
I love you. Bob. I want to be your wife in every way. And I'm going to do my best to learn how to enjoy sex. All I can do is try my best, isn't it, darling?
No, there was no snap solution to their problems. They would just have to make an attempt to understand each other and hope for the best. Even though it would be a long process, she was still anxious to take the first step, and the fact that he'd been avoiding her was building her frustration to the bursting point. She just had to go over to Myra's house and fetch him back.
Sighing, she undid her apron and dried her hands off, then set out for the house across the lawn. When she arrived, she rang the bell three times but there was no answer. To her surprise however, when she tried the door it opened, and she walked inside.
Something was very strange. The living room was deserted, the curtains were drawn, but on a cocktail table by the sofa stood a pitcher of martinis and two glasses, one of them only half-empty. Where had Myra gone, and where was Bob? Some instinct, a kind of fearful anticipation made the young blonde freeze in place and simply listen. At first there was silence, but a moment later, odd noises drifted down from the upstairs to greet her ears. Gasping, crying noises, as if someone were being hurt.
It was Myra's voice she was sure, but there was another person too. Had someone broken into the house in broad daylight and attacked Myra? A paralyzing fear seized Ann. She was on the verge of panic. What could she do? Run to the telephone here in the kitchen. Steal outside again and dash to her house? Her hands began to tremble, and she could feel her heart rapidly palpitating. Get control of yourself, girl. Do something! a voice inside warned her. The sounds were growing louder and louder. They were incredibly brutal, and there was no question in her mind now but that Myra Bates was being raped.
Her ears strained to listen, her body held in place by horrified fascination.
"Bob, Bob, yes, oh fuck me!" Myra screamed, her shrill voice reverberating through the house.
Ann's jaw dropped, a tremor of shock spasming through her body. She couldn't have conceived of it before, but now she knew it was true. Myra Bates was being raped, and the rapist was Ann's own husband! Crazy emotions ran through the disbelieving wife. She didn't know whether to scream or run, but somehow she managed to control herself, and driven by a i morbid curiosity, she tiptoed across the living room carpet and made her way upstairs.
The bedroom door was half open, allowing just enough space so that Ann could see inside without being seen herself. Gripping the edge of the door, she peered forward. The sight that came to her eyes made the blood drain from her face, and it was all she could do to keep from passing out.
They were both naked, stark naked on the bed . . . her husband and her friend, the woman who had pretended to be her confidant. Myra's long tan legs were wrapped tightly around Bob's back, and Bob was lunging like a piledriver, shoving and bucking in the saddle of her loins. At the same time his middle finger was obscenely pistoning in and out of her anus.
From what Anne could see, they were both having the time of their lives, fucking like wild animals, their faces flushed and contorted, lewd grunts and vile obscenities pouring from their mouths. They were swimming and wallowing in unmitigated lust, lust so shocking that Bob's wide-eyed young bride could hardly believe it. Her plans had gone down the drain now, for her husband had destroyed everything - love, trust, faithfulness. He was cheating like a raving beast . . . fucking her neighbor . . . cheating on his own wife, whom he called horrible names and accused of being cold and unloving, while she was supposed to sit around and simply wait for him to return from his business trips.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as anger shook her slender body. Why, why, had he done this, just when she was ready to change her ways and give him what he wanted? Just when she was ready to make an effort to improve if not save their marriage? The brutal irony of it all was too much for Ann, and quickly she turned and fled down the stairs, back to the haven of her own safe home. She went up to the bedroom and locked the door from the inside, wanting to be alone now to cry and think what to do next.
Bob Wylie's sperm-bloated balls were aching beyond all human endurance with the desperate need to be emptied inside this writhing woman's eager cunt. She was out of her mind with mad desire now, pitching and bucking beneath him in maniacal frenzy as he skewered her on his thickly distended cock and probed deep into her anus with his outstretched middle finger. Great flames of heat were consuming his balls as he strained toward a cataclysmic orgasm.
"Oooooh, Aaaaagghhh! I'm cumming, now!" Myra cried out, filling her bedroom with obscene high-pitched noises from the depths of her throat. Her cum flowed out hotly around his stiffly pistoning cock, dribbling down the insides of her quivering thighs. Shafts of lightning flashed before her eyes as she crooned and mewled in orgiastic release, her vaginal juices flowing down between her churning buttocks and bathing Bob's embedded finger.
Suddenly he, too, reached the apex of his need, and as his body tensed above her, jets of boiling hot cum raced up from his balls to the tip of his cock, spewing wild and fast up inside her spasming cunt. Her mind flashed on and off in mindless sensuality as the searing sperm penetrated the depths of her belly. Her cuntal lips clasped and unclasped around his crazily jerking cock, milking him for every ounce of the rich male semen available inside his body. It came spurting out in wave after wave as he groaned above her, and finally with a last gasp of relief he sagged limply on top of her, the overflow of his cum trickling in gentle rivulets down between her legs, forming an obscene puddle on the bedsheets.
At last he pulled out with a wet sucking sound, leaving her empty and fulfilled, his cock dropping limply between his legs as he dismounted and rolled over on the bed beside her. Myra whimpered, running her hands through her disheveled black hair, her legs spasming slightly, as though echoing the mad intense pleasure she'd just endured. Her stomach trembled as the last of her strength flowed out and left her weakened and shaking.
Recovering herself a moment later, she pivoted off the bed, pulling herself up to a sitting position. God, she felt filled and satisfied as she hadn't felt in such a long time. She knew she wanted more of this handsome young man, and she knew also that she was going to get it. It didn't matter what that young blonde wife of his thought. But it would certainly be nice if she could get them both to join the neighborhood swap club. After all, that was where the real action was.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she said, turning to him.
"You bet I did," he responded enthusiastically in spite of his fatigue.
"Well, there's plenty more to come, and not just from me."
At this, Bob Wylie propped himself up on his elbow and glanced at her questioningly.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean there's a little club in the neighborhood, where we get together and do just this kind of thing. If you can convince Ann to join it with you, then your problems will be over. But otherwise, we can't continue doing this . . . not alone together on the sly like we did just now."
"You mean a swap club? Is that what you're talking about?"
"Exactly," Myra said calmly. "You see, we're not the only two people in the neighborhood who are doing things like this. And besides, if you don't loosen that little wife of yours up somehow, your marriage isn't going to get anywhere."
"Now, wait a minute," he protested defensively.
"You know I'm telling you the truth, don't you? You can't put on a front with me. I've talked with Ann too much already. There are no secrets."
This remark hit Bob with a shock. He hadn't expected it at all, for all along he was expecting just a simple fuck with no complications. Sure, he would like to loosen Ann up a bit, but the idea of persuading her to join a swap club was going to be impossible to put across. Yet, he felt so horny, he knew he was going to try! It would certainly help improve their sex life together, and it would relieve him of the incredible frustration he'd been feeling recently - the frustration of being away for long periods of time on business trips and returning to a woman who though deliciously voluptuous was not at all comfortable with sex.
Myra sensed that he was pondering her remarks, and at the same time she sensed it was time to dismiss him, to allow him to go home and reflect on what she'd said.
"You were great tonight, you really were. But you better get back before Ann comes looking for you. We wouldn't want her to find us like this. . . not at this point anyway."
Mystified, the fatigued young man rose from the bed and began slipping into his clothes. The idea of a swap club in this apparently staid neighborhood so surprised him that he hardly knew what to think. Which neighbors, he wondered, were members? And what went on at the parties they had? The thought of it all was tantalizing.and stimulated his curiosity. This had been a hell of an experience for him, and he hoped with all his heart that there would be many more. He was beginning to feel foolish for having remained loyal to his wife for so long when he could have been getting so much enjoyment out of life.
Chapter Four
Ann waited impatiently in the living room, fuming as she smoked cigarette after cigarette, jamming them out in the ashtray. Try though she might, she could not force the obscene encounter between her husband and her next door neighbor from her mind. Images of their | naked bodies bucking and slapping against each other whirled through her mind, kindling the fires of rage in her belly. She had purposefully not bothered to begin fixing dinner in the kitchen because she wanted to surprise and upset Bob when he walked through the front door. He had cheated on her, betrayed her after | only six months of marriage, and lie was not going to get off easily. She was going to confront him with what he'd done.
She was doubly infuriated as she realized how gullible she'd been, thinking that Myra Bates was her confidante, that there had been no ulterior motive in the older neighbor's gestures of friendship. All along she'd been blaming herself for her fear of sex, but now she realized her own husband was equally to blame, if he truly loved her as he so often said he did, then why had he fallen so easily for the charms of the dark-haired older woman? Why would he be fucking her so brutally? From now on she resolved that she was no longer the scapegoat in their marriage, if there was still a marriage to preserve.
Myra was obviously some sort of depraved sex maniac who had trapped her Bob and forced him into doing things that he wouldn't normally do. It was obvious that she too couldn't be trusted any longer, and at the same time Ann's anger made her feel that she had to prove herself as a woman against Myra. That even though she hated her husband for what he'd done to her, she wanted to prove that she could satisfy him as much as Myra Bates had done. Beyond that, she wanted to prove something else.
For now as she sat chain-smoking in her living room, the livid young blonde began to wonder whether she had been a fool, saving her body for one man. She wondered why she couldn't be allowed to go out and have some outside experience just as he had done. And the more she pondered it, the more attractive the thought became. But how, how, she wondered, could she pay Bob back for the way he'd treated her? She just couldn't go out to a bar somewhere and pick up any man. That wasn't her style. She couldn't live with herself if she did that. Not, there had to be some other way, and she was determined to find it.
"All right, Bob," she said out loud. "You've had your fun and now I'm going to have mine."
A smile of grim determination crossed her face as the front door opened and Bob entered, his face still flushed, the buttons on his banlon shirt fixed in a clumsy manner, his blue jeans rumpled from being haphazardly cast on the floor of Myra Bates's bedroom. As he entered, Ann simply puffed on her cigarette, giving no indication whatsoever that she had noticed him.
"Look, about what happened this morning. Let's just forget about it, hunh?" he said, trying to be casual.
Ann suppressed a bitter laugh. Who was he trying to fool? He had been avoiding her all day when she wanted to talk about this very subject, but now after he had screwed Myra Bates he was suddenly willing to bring it up. Several hours ago, she would have talked to him readily, but now it was too late. He had overstepped all the boundaries of propriety. He was no longer her husband, but her enemy. It was all she could do to restrain the burst of sarcastic laughter that was rising in her throat. God, he was actually being kind now because of his own guilt. Well, if he could be kind, she could too. She had made up her mind to treat him exactly the way he treated her. They were going to be equals from now on.
"Listen Ann, we've got to talk about what's happening between us," he said as he approached her. His pretty blonde bride tilted her head back on the couch, took a luxurious puff of her cigarette and laughed capriciously as she exhaled the smoke.
"Oh don't worry about silly things like that," she said sarcastically. "Just worry about something important like fixing us dinner. I'm starving, you know."
She did not even lift her eyes to him as she said this, pretending to ignore him in the haughtiest way imaginable. She was fully prepared for the outburst of indignation that she knew was coming.
Bob, for his part, could hardly believe his ears. Never before had Ann displayed outright insolence the way she was doing now. Despite any problems they'd had in bed, she'd always been a good housewife, taking care of the place while he was away, fixing meals when he was home. But now, now she was sitting there not even bothering to look at him, even though normally she would be in the kitchen preparing their dinner without any questions asked.
He figured she was probably still upset from their earlier argument. She was just hurt that he'd been gone so long and when he'd returned had complained about the way she performed in bed. She was just waiting for him to say something sweet, and then she would melt in his arms. Now he wished he hadn't been so easily led in by Myra Bates, but after all he was a man, and what was he going to do? Myra was a good-looking woman who was attracted to him, so much so that she had actually gone to all the trouble of seducing him. What was he supposed to'do - refuse her advances? After all, he was human, damn it!
He knew Ann would forgive him if she knew that he had been taken over by ungovernable lust and now felt guilty for what he had done. But how could he explain all this without actually describing the situation as it had taken place? The only thing he could do was try to soothe her somehow.
"Look, come on now, Ann. I've already said everything's okay.. We can work out our problems."
As soon as he said this though, her sharp blue eyes glared up at him, and she leaned forward on the couch and jammed her cigarette into the ashtray with a violent thrust.
"Oh, you think it's that easy, do you?"
"Sure, of course. I mean, we have things to talk over, but I know we can solve our problems."
"Maybe we could have this morning, but not now."
"What are you talking about?" Bob frowned.
"You were over at Myra's house an awful long time today."
"Well, the air conditioner was in worse shape than she told me. It took a long time to fix it."
Trying to hold back the tears, Ann finally sighed in resignation.
"Don't lie to me, Bob. You weren't fixing the air conditioner. I know exactly what you were doing because I saw you doing it."
"You . . . you saw what?" he stammered in disbelief, unable to keep from blushing like a schoolboy.
"I saw you and Myra on the bed. She had her legs wrapped around you . . . and you were fucking her!"
It was the first time she had used that obscene word in her husband's presence, and she could see it was having a powerful effect. In fact, he was reeling from it, having lost his composure completely. His mouth tried to form words, but nothing would come out. She knew he couldn't even try to deny it now. She'd taken him completely by surprise.
"N-Now wait a minute," he protested weakly.
"Don't try to cover it up, Bob," she replied with steely determination. "I suppose I should have expected something like this. I really shouldn't be at all surprised by it.
"You mean you don't care?"
"It's not that I don't care. It's just that I'm going to get even with you."
Bob found himself unable to move, frozen in place. His wife's eyes looked impossibly bright, and she was speaking, in such an odd tone of voice that for a moment he wondered if she might not be suffering from a severe nervous strain.
"Honey, what are you talking about - getting even with me?"
"I mean, I'm going to get even with you, Bob. I mean that I'm going to fuck somebody just the way you fucked Myra Bates.
Bob'. face collapsed. She was dead serious, he could see that. Never in his life would he have expected this kind of reaction. For her to cry, yes, or throw a tantrum, but not just to be perfectly calm and inform him that she was going to find someone else to fuck her. He wanted to leave the room and come in again, pretending this hadn't happened. He just couldn't believe that his own wife would want to commit adultery with a strange man ... His mind reeled as he pictured her at the swapping club Myra had mentioned. He could see other men in the neighborhood, enjoying her body - his property - as they rammed their cocks up between her long white legs. No, it was vile, filthy. And now he realized that Myra Bates had trapped him. For a few minutes' pleasure, he would be forced to sacrifice his own wife. Myra had planned it all, had manipulated him from the very moment her own husband had left on his business trip.
There was no use trying to smooth things over now, though. If Ann was going to act firm and determined then he would act the same way.
"Go ahead, get even with me. It should be easy enough. Apparently everyone in this neighborhood screws everyone else's spouse. I think they even have a social club, devoted to just that."
"I suppose Myra told you that."
"Yes, she did. In fact, she wanted both of us to join it."
"Well now, fancy that. And what did you tell her?"
"I... I didn't tell her anything."
"You didn't tell her anything because you wanted to join it yourself and leave me sitting here at home nights. Well, I've had enough of that. We're going to join it together and see how you like it."
Ann had moved toward him from the couch now to confront him without concealing any of the anger inside. Bob for a moment was taken aback, but now his male pride told him that he wasn't going to take this kind of thing from any woman alive, not even his wife.
' "You just watch who you're talking to, you little bitch," he snarled. "Just because I screwed Myra Bates, doesn't mean I'm some kind of lech. It just means I'm human. We're not going to any swap club. We're going to sit down and talk our problems out - just the two of us."
"That's just fine for you to say when you've been avoiding me all day long."
"Listen, dammit. If you keep egging me on this way, I'm gonna belt you."
"Go ahead, go right ahead and try it if that makes you feel like a real man. This isn't the first time you've been in bed with somebody like Myra Bates. I bet there were plenty of others on those trips you take."
"Plenty is right," he shouted violently. "Only the others were better."
Though it was she who had started out goading him, the situation had suddenly reversed itself. She hadn't expected her husband to be this strong and unflinching, and suddenly her temper snapped. She lunged at him and tried to slap his face, but he caught her wrist and twisted it until she winced with pain.
"You little bitch. This'll teach you never to ... "
"Bob, Bob, please, you're hurting me," she whimpered, tears of excruciating pain streaming from her eyes. "I was only saying that ..."
"Maybe it would be a good idea to join that club. I'd like to see you being fucked by another man . . . right in the ass."
"Bob, no! Oh God, please."
"Get undressed," he hissed cruelly from between clenched teeth. "Right here and right now. I'm going to be the first to teach you how to fuck and enjoy it. I'm tired of all your damn excuses."
"Bob, y-you're hurting me."
Suddenly he released his grip on her wrist, but as the young blonde breathed a premature sigh of relief, he took a step forward and grasped the front of her blouse with both hands. With a violent gesture, he tore it apart so that the buttons popped loose and fell to the floor.
"I told you to get those clothes off. Now I'm gonna take them off for you."
Ann's mouth and eyes were open wide with horror. She could not even resist as he hooked his fingers under her lace-edged brassiere and suddenly yanked it apart, bursting the snape in back. He pulled the straps down over her shoulders as she struggled and tried to squirm away, suddenly coming to her senses. But it was no use, her roundly trembling breasts were naked and exposed before his lustful gaze, and she crossed her arms defensively over her chest as she cowered back from his violent intentions. "N-no, honey, please don't do this. Let me explain. I ... I was just trying ..."
"Go ahead and explain all you want. I'm still gonna fuck you but good."
"Bob, no! You're getting out of control." With a brutal shove, he pushed her back against the sofa, and she collapsed helplessly down on it. She struggled up to race for the bedroom and lock herself in, but he caught her and threw her back down. There was nothing she could do now. No matter how hard she tried to resist, he was going to dominate her. Her face colored a bright red from the shame and humiliation of his eyes locked on her heaving breasts, his heavy breath panting in her face. Desperately, she tried to think of something to say to calm him, to make him think twice about what he was doing, but that too was useless.
Glaring, he unbuttoned the side of her skirt enough to grasp the open flaps and rip it all the way down the seam. Her lower lip trembled as she tried to form words, to scream. Oh God, he was going to rape her! She was going to be attacked by her own husband. She saw him staring at her voluptuous thighs, his eyes moving upward to feast on her silken panty crotch for what seemed an endless moment. He was suddenly beside her now, seizing her shoulders with each hand, his fingers pressing so hard into the tender flesh that her bones ached.
"Get used to it, Annie baby," he warned her.
"We're going to be doing a lot more of this, and you're going to like it."
His angry face was only inches away from hers, his hot breath raking her cheek. She felt as though she were in the hands of a criminal, not with her own husband whom she loved, had loved until Myra Bates had interfered with her marriage.
"Now you've gotta put your money where your mouth is. If you have the guts to tell me you want to join that swap group, you better have the guts to give me what I want first. Now take your panties off or shall I rip them off?"
The luscious young blonde lay on the couch in helpless shock, her useless clothing wrenched and torn away from her cowering body and scattered sloppily over the floor. It was broad daylight, the front door was still half-open, but she knew that nothing would stop her husband, not even what the neighbors might see and say.
She squirmed once again, trying to break away, and pushed out against his shoulders. With one hand, he held her down and with the other he suddenly slapped her across the cheek so violently that she thought her head was going to snap off. The tender skin glowed and stung as though it had been doused by acid. She fought and struggled for real now, kicking and scratching him like a trapped wildcat. Their arms and legs tangled, and before she knew what was happening, they had rolled off the sofa to the thickly carpeted floor.
Ann felt the full weight of his massive body on top of her, sapping the breath from her lungs. Suddenly he was up on his knees, his legs straddling her belly and reaching down, he tore her flimsy panties brutally away.
"Please, Bob, not this way!" she pleaded frantically. She knew he was going to rape her now, no matter how much she protested and pleaded. He was going to screw her until his angry penis seared every inch of her cringing belly. He would show no mercy, and she would have to take it all in shame and humiliation.
His weight lifted slightly as he ripped down his zipper and wriggled his jeans down to his knees. Rivulets of tears flowed down the sides of her cheeks as she felt him cruelly splaying her legs apart on the floor.
"Darling, we have to talk," she pleaded futilely in a desperate attempt to reason with him.
But his eyes were glazed with pure animal lust now, and she felt him drop back to his knees between her thighs, his blood-swollen cock throbbing and jerking as it jutted outward from his loins. Knocking her almost breathless, he lunged forward on top of her and jabbed his lust-engorged member up between her thighs without bothering to prepare her. To Ann it felt like a thick hot weapon, a spear in the hands of a savage that was assaulting her. Each time it hit her in the tender furrow between her legs, she jumped with pain as though she had been hit with a red-hot poker.
"Aaaggh, God! Stop!" she pleaded.
Finally he found the tiny opening he'd been looking for and been blinded from by his animal frenzy. As his hips jerked forward, the bulbous head of his penis rammed up against her cringing pussy lips, forcing them apart and sinking a brutal inch deep inside her cunt, spreading the elastic entrance cruelly wide so that she squirmed and jerked on the mattress.
"Awww, Oh! Nooo!" she screamed in terror. "You're hurting me. P-Please, please stop!"
"What for, baby? I'm going to teach you a lesson, remember? And I'm not gonna stop now, not for anything."
"Help! Help!" she wailed, her mouth wide open, her throat straining as the useless words poured out from her chest. She could feel Bob recoiling for a moment like a snake about to strike, and then suddenly he lunged again, driving his monstrous cock deeper in her stomach. Without mercy he fucked into her in hard, brutal strokes, oblivious to the tears that were streaming down her face as she writhed and bucked in futile protest on the rug beneath him. Shoving his hands under the backs of her thighs he pushed her legs upward until her feet were dangling in the air, pointing ludicrously toward the ceiling.
Her knees were bent back so that they were practically touching the carpet on either side of her head, and she groaned in agony as his belly slapped hard against hers with an obscene thud. Again and again his murderous weapon drove deeper and deeper inside her until she was racked with a mind-numbing pain. His cum-bloated testicles beat a lewd tattoo against her upturned white ass-cheeks, and her head bobbed up and down off the floor with each violent motion of his body. The smacking of flesh against naked flesh reverberated obscenely through the room like paddles slapping against buttocks.
A low piteous moan erupted from her throat, bringing no response from Bob, who was lost in animal intensity as he concentrated on skewering her body. He responded only by thrusting harder and harder until his throbbing hot thickness was assaulting her cervix and she was certain that her insides would be destroyed. Her own husband was raping her in the middle of the living room floor! She was being used as a whore, a common slut, and there was nothing she could do about it, no way she could fight back. God, it was the most horrible thing she had ever endured!
She would never be the same again, she would be ruined as though some vile intruder had broken into her house and raped her. There was no fight left in her any longer, only the agony of passive submission. She lay unresisting, not bothering to struggle at all, because the struggle would be totally useless.
"How's this, baby?" Bob sneered down at her. "Are you getting your kicks now?" He grunted, ramming farther and farther up inside her aching bruised cunt until she thought she couldn't stand a second of it any longer. He dug his fingernails savagely into her firm-fleshed thighs, and she mewled in pain, begging him to stop.
"How do you like it?" he demanded again when she gave no answer. "Well?"
"Oh ... no ... I ... I love you .. . but not . . . not like this," she muttered, her blonde head flailing from side to side and her teeth clenched tensely together.
"You better love it, goddamn it, you better!" he shouted at her, his face distorted with insane passionate anger.
He lunged into her even more feverishly, increasing the tempo until his helplessly skewered wife couldn't protest any longer, until all thought and feeling was focused on his lust-thickened cock ramming deep up inside her loins and she couldn't even think straight.
"Put some action in it," he commanded in a deep gruff voice. In a matter of only a few moments his personality seemed to have changed completely. He was a tyrant now, a fanatical despot who wanted nothing more than her total submission. She knew he couldn't possibly listen to reason, and with sobs choking her throat she began a mechanical grinding motion back at him, pushing her hips up against his wildly bucking pelvis to escape the nails raking demandingly over her innocent flesh. A complicated network of red welts followed their path, and her debasement grew every second.
She could feel him building to orgasm, his cock throbbing and quivering to new size inside her belly as it strained for the final peak of ecstasy but delayed at the last second, torturing and teasing her. He was going to spew his cum inside her, not lovingly but with rage and anger in order to hurt her. God, what had she done to him to deserve this?
Her whole body tensed and trembling, Ann waited for the furious eruption that she knew would follow. She had feared and dreamed of such passionate lovemaking, but never had she wanted it like this... not with her husband full of hate and using her as some kind of common whore. She had always wanted it to be beautiful, for the two of them to cherish each other at the moment of fulfillment, but now her dream was being destroyed. He was simply a man, a stranger, a wild animal. There was no tenderness left inside him.
Levering higher over her, Bob quickened his pace until he was rocketing in and out of her pussy like a quick-pistoning engine. His fingers kneaded her flesh in blatant disregard of her pained whimperings. He wanted to destroy her, to fuck her half to death, and his cock kept expanding in her ravaged vagina until she thought it was going to burst her tender passage apart.
She waited a long lingering second, and then felt the expected explosion. Cringing under him and groaning out her protest, she sensed the first jet of her husband's white-hot sperm rocketing up inside her cock-spread cunt, deep into her aching belly. The thought that he had done the same thing only a short time ago to their next door neighbor, made hate and anger well inside her, and she clasped her vaginal muscles tight in a desperate last-ditch effort to stop the ramming motion of his penis, but it only seemed to spur him on. His cock palpitated madly in the harbor of her cunt, sending more and more semen flooding inside her, punishing her with his sperm. Then finally a deep-throated groan burst from his chest and he collapsed back down on her nakedly ravished body, breathing heavily, sucking for air as though he would die any minute.
"Aaaaagh, God!" he groaned as he shot the last spurt of his cum into her shuddering loins.
Slowly, little by little, he pulled out from her, his deflated penis raw and shiny from the mingled sperm arid female secretions. Gazing down, he saw his own cum trickling back out of her cunt and down between her luscious widespread thighs scissored open on the rug, still jerking and trembling from the ordeal her body had undergone. Her eyes were closed tight trying to block out the reality of what had happened, her lips parted by the moans of pain and shame that were pouring out between them.
Her loins felt maimed and bruised, and she made no attempt to move as Bob slipped into his jeans again and pulled the zipper up with a metallic whizzing sound, then slipped back into his Banlon shirt.
"Well, are you still ready for the neighborhood swap club?" he breathed sarcastically as he loomed over her.
Suddenly her eyes blinked open, and she pushed herself up from the carpet on her elbows, her jaw set in defiance.
"Yes, I'm ready," she hissed back at him. "I'm ready anytime. In fact, I'm looking forward to someone who doesn't have to act like an animal to get what he wants. There are probably a lot more experienced men than you in that club. At least they can show me something."
Bob smirked at her, his violence gone because of the release he had achieved through his violent rape of her. Had she said something bitchy like that ten minutes ago, he would have been ready to slap her silly, but now he was just eager to see how she would take the challenge. For some reason, the thought of her being screwed by other men in the neighborhood did not bother him any longer. After all. it wasn't worth it to preserve a marriage to a woman who was incapable of enjoying sex.
Maybe the club experience would cure her and maybe it wouldn't. The point was, there was nothing to lose. If she didn't lose her frigidity somehow very soon, he would just have to divorce her and find someone else. He'd given her six months now. and while on many occasions she'd tried to please him, he knew that it was all an act. You couldn't live a lie indefinitely. At some point the moment of truth had to come.
Ann remained listless and naked on the floor as her husband buttoned up his shirt and then headed upstairs to the bedroom. She did not bother immediately to put her clothes on even though it was still daylight, even though a passing neighbor or delivery boy could easily see her in her debased state through the half-open front door. She simply didn't care anymore. In one afternoon her marriage had been destroyed and there was nothing to care about any longer.
All her dreams for a happy life with Bob in the future were shattered now, and she had to turn elsewhere for satisfaction.
True, just a while ago she had told him she was ready and willing to join the local swap club, but she had said that simply for effect, to spur him on, to make him jealous and receptive toward her. Needless to say, it had all backfired, but now she was beginning to think of the alternatives. Maybe she really should join that club that Myra Bates was apparently a member of good standing in. It would be hard for her, she would be frightened to death the first night, but what alternative was there? Her marriage wasn't even worth saving now and she might as well be free.
Slowly rolling over on her side, the unhappy blonde struggled into position to get up. A dull pain suffused her battered body as she carefully rose to her feet, picking up her rumpled clothing along the way. Looking down over her aching breasts and belly, she could see red welts and bruises, and as she glanced at the tattered blouse in her hands she began sobbing so that her shoulders shook. Her nipples felt enlarged and swollen from the twisting they had undergone at her husband's hands.
So this was what it was like to be raped, she reflected as she stood naked in the living room. It didn't matter that the foul deed had been perpetrated by her own husband. It was the same feeling as if some intruder had broken in and taken her body. That was all she had left now - her body - all her clothes had been ripped to shreds.
But a certain pride swelled inside the young housewife. If only her body was left to her, then she would have to use it, and she was determined to use it in order to get back at Bob for what he'd done to her. She was fully prepared to join the neighborhood swap club now - and not just join it but become the hottest thing those men had ever seen. She was going to do her best to make Bob feel remorse for the cruel way he had abused her. There was really no other choice. She was going to learn how to like sex at any cost!
Her clothes in hand, Ann plodded naked up the stairs to the guest bedroom, locking the door behind her when she arrived and heading immediately into the bathroom to take a shower. She had a few surprises in store for her husband, and she couldn't wait to put them into effect.
Chapter Five
It was a lazy afternoon, the summer sun slanting through the windows of the Wylie kitchen, the air outside mild and calm. Ann's light blonde hair glowed softly in the light as she prepared dinner over a chopping board by the sink. Myra Bates was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee which her neighbor had prepared for her.
"It's been a pretty nice summer so far, hasn't it?" the older woman said with surprising sentimentality.
"Yes, in some ways it has," Ann replied cryptically. She realized, of course, that Myra was speaking only of the weather, but there were many other things that were running inside Ann's mind - specifically the strange turn of events that her marriage had taken. Six months ago she could never have envisioned her husband committing adultery with their next door neighbor. Much less could she have seen herself willingly joining a neighborhood swap club. But things had changed, and there was nothing to do except flow with the times.
The young blonde wife had become very negligent lately as a result. This morning, for instance, she'd forgotten to wake Bob at eight, had forgotten to get the laundry together for the truck that habitually passed by to pick it up. And the funny thing was she didn't feel guilty about it. Ever since Bob had attacked her in the living room, their relationship had cooled off. And yet instead of simply feeling rejected, she felt more independent now, and she had noticed the same thing in her husband. Where would it all lead?
Myra, sensing Ann's mellowed frame of mind, decided to hit her with a direct question concerning what they'd discussed already.
"Ann, you're sure you and Bob want to join the club, aren't you?"
Ann was suddenly brought back to reality, but there was no hesitation in her response. She had made up her mind long ago what her course of action would be.
"Yes, I'm certain. Bob is too. He told me so yesterday."
"I know he may have said that, but what are your feelings. You have to go into this thing wholeheartedly or else it won't work."
"I want it to work," Ann answered sincerely.
The tone of resignation and acceptance in her voice convinced Myra that the somehow withdrawn girl was really willing to accept the stimulation of uninhibited partner swapping. There was no glint of anticipation in the young blonde's eyes, no sign of eagerness, and yet somehow Myra was convinced that Ann would indeed go all the way. The two women turned away from each other for a moment as the afternoon sun lowered in the sky, but each knew what the other was thinking.
"Did Bob tell you about the other day ... at my house?" Myra asked out of curiosity. She was positive somehow that the secret had come out, but yet she wanted to know for sure. Her curiosity had led her to pose the question.
"He didn't just tell me about it. I saw you ... I saw you doing it together. The front door was open, and so I walked inside."
"Well, things happen that way sometimes," Myra sighed. "You don't have to worry about it, though, Ann. It was nothing more than sex. Don't you see, if you could learn to enjoy sex for its own sake, your husband wouldn't have done that. But I think the other people in the group will help you understand that. We're not freaks, you know. We're normal people just like the other neighbors around here, and we have a good time together. "
Myra realized that her message was somewhat vague, but it seemed to be having an effect on the younger woman.
"Oh, I'm not really blaming anyone. I suppose the relationship between Bob and me was destined to change somehow . . . some time. You were just the person who happened to do it, and in a way I'm grateful . . . now, at least."
"Good, I'm glad you're coming to your senses," Myra said cheerfully. And I think you'll even be able to have fun."
"When is the next party anyway?" "We're getting together next Wednesday night at Bill and Ethel Boyer's place. You know them, don't you?"
"Yes, I think I've seen them, but I can't really say I know them."
"I'll give you a call when I know the exact time. The three of us can go over together."
"Good, that's fine," Ann smiled. Finishing her coffee, Myra bade her neighbor good-bye, still surprised by the even way she was taking what had happened. She was taking it like a real woman and not some sort of moonstruck teenager. But still, how she behaved at the get-together would be the real test. Myra could picture it in her mind even now. She could just see how Ann and Bob would be astonished at what they could learn. The first time at a swap party was a mind-blowing experience for everyone.
It would be especially mind-blowing for Ann and Bob because it was being held at the Boyer home, and Bill Boyer was as crass and rude as they came.
It was Myra, ironically enough, who had introduced him to the club while his wife Ethel was away visiting relatives. After less than a week, she had found another eligible male to join the club with, and while Bill had been upset about it, they had both adjusted eventually - which was what happened to all the couples who joined.
One thing was certain - Wednesday night was going to be interesting from everyone's point of view.
Checking her wristwatch as she entered her own home, Myra sighed, realizing that this was the time when Lee usually called her. It was funny, but he hadn't been in touch with her for over a week, and she was beginning to worry. True, she was independent and had stepped out to have her own fun, but she still loved her husband and hoped nothing had happened to him. And besides, if he called and told her he would be coming home early, that would spoil Wednesday night, for Lee did not have the slightest idea in the world that there was a mate-swapping club in the neighborhood and that his wife was a member in very good standing.
Chapter Six
There was no way Ann could deny the jittery excitement she was feeling. Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach; her hands were trembling as she glanced at the people who were gathered in the Boyers' living room. It was well furnished, sedate and calm, and surprisingly with expensive antiques. It was not what she would have pictured as the setting for a neighborhood swap party.
While some of the people were familiar to her, homeowners who lived only a few blocks away, she saw other people whom she did not recognize at all. Some of them, in fact, seemed to be out-of-towners there on.an evening visit. Everyone was well-dressed as though they were attending a business conference or a social function. They all moved with the formality one would have expected in the ballroom of a hotel. From the way most of the couples were split up, husbands talking to the wives of other men and vice versa, it was practically impossible to tell who belonged to whom. The drinks were flowing freely and men in short white coats were circulating through the crowd balancing plates of hors d'oeuvres on their trays.
Bob had been silent all the while that he'd driven her and Myra over. And in truth, Ann had enjoyed her spouse's silence. It meant that he wasn't so sure of himself now, that he may be having doubts about what they were going to do. She knew that even though he had practically raped her in a cruel bestial way, he still loved her and detested the thought of strange men using her body as they were surely going to do tonight. She could see him now, standing close to Ethel Boyer, a pert small-bodied woman, dressed in a tight-fitting cocktail dress. They were talking vivaciously in a far corner of the room, and Ann certainly hoped Bob was coming out of his shell now.
For even though she too had had doubts all along, she knew now for certain that she was going to go through with what was necessary tonight. She was going to do it for Bob's sake and for her own in the desperate hope that their marriage would be saved. True, she did fe,el jealous about Bob talking to Ethel Boyer, but then she realized she couldn't let her jealousy run away with her or that would ruin everything. As her eyes fixed on her husband across the room, she was surprised by a trim man in his forties who approached her with a smile.
"I'm Bill Boyer," he said charmingly, shaking her hand. "I've seen you around, but I don't think we've actually met before."
My God, she thought. He didn't seem obnoxious at all, the way Myra had described him. He was quite pleasant, in fact. Older than Bob, of course, but still in very good shape. He looked as though he followed a regimen of exercises every day and had once been an athlete of some sort - perhaps in high school or college. In a moment, he was pressing a drink in her hand, and she accepted it willingly, hoping that it would reduce the last lingering traces of nervousness that she felt must be evident to everyone in the room.
"What is this we're drinking?" Ann inquired, hoping to divert the course of" conversation. Though she'd taken a few sips of the unknown liquor, she was unable to identify it. It seemed bitter and'sweet at the same time.
"Just some French stuff they call Pernod," Bill said, giving her a condescending smile. "Tastes like licorice, eh?" He lifted his own glass and took a hefty slug from it, and Ann followed suit. The first taste of what she'd drunk was just hitting her now, making her extremities tingle as though she had plunged into a cold bath. It was good that it numbed her too, for now she saw Bob and Ethel walking off arm in arm to a bedroom on the second floor. She felt furious for a minute, but then she regained her composure. After all that was what they'd come here for - to find new partners. If Bob could do it, so could she, and she was determined to get something out of this evening. After all, it wasn't just a social gathering, was it?
"Well, there they go," Bill remarked laughingly. "She'll have your husband fired up in no time."
"I hope they enjoy themselves," she responded, trying to conceal her sarcasm and taking another sip of her drink. It was already making her head buzz. In spite of the insulation the drink was providing, she swallowed back the cry of protest that was rising in her throat. She had brought all this on herself, and now she wasn't really sure she could go through with what she'd vowed to do.
What irked her even more was that Bob, when he had slipped his arm through Ethel Boyer's and steered her off, had not even given Ann the slightest gesture of recognition to show that she was alive, to show that she mattered. He had simply walked off with the strange woman without paying the least attention to his own wife. Maybe he didn't love her as much as she did him. After all, she had come to this party just to learn enough to be able to satisfy him later on. Oh hell, and to punish him too, right? She had to admit it.
She took a third sip of her drink now, realizing that her partner for the night would probably be the party's host, Bill Boyle, whether she wanted it to be that way or not. She just wished the sordid business would be done with. She knew she had enough strength to do what had to be done, but still there was something about all this that repulsed her. Was it because she wasn't calling the shots anymore?
The couples - the newly formed couples - were beginning to split off now, going upstairs to separate bedrooms, and in the midst of the crowd, Ann could see Myra Bates leading away a handsome young man whom she vaguely recognized as an up and coming local lawyer. His name had been in the papers several times, and while Ann had never met him, she realized that he lived in the neighborhood.
"Looks like everybody's getting the same idea, doesn't it?" Bill Boyer said, grinning at her.
His expression was almost lewd, but at the same time there was something appealing about him. There was something about a perfect stranger who was attracted to her and who wanted her to go to bed with him.
"Well, what do you say?" he ventured. "Everybody else is pairing off, what about us?"
With that, he gave Ann a wink and a playful pat on the rear end.
Normally, her reaction would have been to slap him on the face, but now she wasn't sure how to respond. There was nothing she could do but accept the situation. She knew she was going to go to bed with him the moment he asked her, and it was going to be because she wanted to do it, not because she had to. There was too much at stake. She had to prove to herself that she could really enjoy sex, and once she proved it, she would be perfectly capable of satisfying her husband's needs and capable of salvaging their marriage. Above all, she couldn't ruin things now by insulting her host. Bob would never even talk to her if he found out later that she was "square" in front of all these people. - "How's that stuff in your glass?" Bill winked at her.
"Oh . . . it's nice. It's very sweet, and it certainly seems powerful."
"Good, good. It'll make you relax."
She said it absently and at the same time nodding her head up and down to feign an interest in what he was saying to her. She didn't care to talk about anything now. She just wanted to do what had to be done and get it over with. Actually, she was beginning to like the taste of the strange drink, and she wondered what was in it to make it have such a powerful effect, for her vision was beginning to blur and her knees felt kind of wobbly.
The Pernod was relaxing her all over, and she felt a warm pleasant glow spreading through her insides. Her problems were beginning to fade the more she relaxed. She was beginning to wonder whether they had all been caused by her not being able to relax in the first place, and the thought bothered her. She found she could fully admit to herself that Bob was off somewhere with this man's wife and that they were doing things that would have been intolerable to think of even a few days ago.
Swallowing the last of her drink, Ann began to wonder when the point of no return would come - when Bill Boyer would make the move that she knew she couldn't refuse. She had decided on him because he'd made the first move toward her, though she certainly wasn't obligated. There were a good many other men in the room too - a good many of them handsomer than he.
Some of them in fact, didn't even look as though they would be involved in a swapping group. Not that they were nervous, just that they seemed formal and witty as though they were attending a cocktail party with relative strangers. Surprisingly, the fair-haired wife found herself warming to the idea of sleeping with another man - not just because she needed to in order to preserve her own marriage but because of a physical need she felt welling inside her now. The liquor had helped bring it along, to be sure, but it was something more than the liquor, a change inside herself, a greater feeling of freedom.
"Well, I'll tell you," Bill Boyer rudely interrupted her thoughts, his eyes scanning her body at close range. "The more I see of you, the more I think I'm getting the better part of the deal."
Ann had almost forgotten how close to her he was standing, and at the sound of his voice she jumped back. The seductive grin on his face, however, was not for a moment interrupted by her reaction. It was hovering between a grimace and a sneer now as his eyes feasted on her young lush body, mentally undressing her, removing each article of clothing until he was imagining her standing stark naked in front of him, trembling as his cock jutted out stiff and ready between his legs. She felt a little shiver of fearful excitement run through-her as she tried to stare back at him to break the lock of his gaze on her. God, she thought, there wasn't the slightest trace of embarrassment in his easy manner. What if he forced her into doing things she wasn't ready to do yet? Her whole plan might just backfire on her.
"Come on, what do you say we get going?" he suggested, raising his eyebrows to indicate a bedroom somewhere on the upper floor.
So this is how it happens, she mused. There was nothing really romantic about it. It was very businesslike, almost cold. Finishing her drink, she set it on the mantle of the fireplace behind her and did not even resist when he took her by the hand and led her up the steps.
"Please, don't do anything..." she whispered without completing the sentence, but there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes. What had she expected? That she could act like some sort of young virgin who just happened to wander into the party, thinking it was a civic meeting or something? He knew better than that. This time she would really have to deliver.
The walk up the stairs to the second floor was something like a stroll down a prison corridor to the electric chair for the innocent blonde wife. She did not know what was waiting for her behind the door at the end of the hallway.
"What's the matter, baby?" Bill Boyer said, slipping his arm around her waist. "You don't look too pleased. Don't you know the rules? The newcomers always make it with the host the first night."
"I... I didn't know that," she stammered, trying to avoid his eyes as he led her along the hallway. From behind the closed doors lining the hall on either side she could hear the sounds of lovemaking in progress - bedsprings creaking, soft moans that were growing louder and louder, gasping, mewling grunts coming at her from every direction. The harsh reality of the situation suddenly hit her, for now she realized that any minute she would be doing the same thing. She would be making love to a man she had never met before, and she would be doing everything that he commanded her to do.
"Come on, Ann, just call me Bill," he said, giving her a firm pat on the buttocks. There was something so phony about the way he did it that she cringed, but nevertheless, a kind of calm resignation descended over her as he went ahead and opened the door at the bedroom at the end of the hall. She tried to blot out the imaginary picture of her husband having intercourse with Ethel Boyer in another room along this hall somewhere, tried to calm her emotions.
Shutting the door behind them, Boyer flicked on a single dim light and led Ann over to the bed, where she sat down mechanically on the edge, her whole body and mind numb.
"I . . . I'd like another drink first," she said finally.
"Sure, I'll bring you some more of that French stuff... But don't think you're gonna have a chance to run away on me before I get back. You knew what you were getting into tonight. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come."
He gave her a cold hard stare and went to the door to fetch a bottle and some glasses from the bar downstairs. She heard a key turning in the lock, but it did not panic her because she hadn't planned to flee anyway. No, she thought, she was going to stick it out tonight no matter what happened to her. Sighing in resignation, she lay back on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling, listening to the muffled grunting and whimpering noises which seemed to pervade the whole house.
Somewhere, her husband was fucking another woman. She wondered exactly what it was like for him. Bob was much bigger than she, and Ethel Boyer had probably been very impressed by the size of his cock. Ethel would know how to use it too. She had probably seen hundreds of men's cocks and had known what to do with each one of them. Ann wondered too if in some strange manner she might turn out to be the same way. Whether somehow she would be transformed from a frigid inexperienced married woman into a raving slut who craved the penises of all the men in the neighborhood. She still shuddered to think of it, but not as much as she would have done even a week ago.
Once again, the key turned in the lock, the door opened and Bill Boyer stepped inside, clutching a bottle of Pernod and two glasses.
"You better not want anything else," he warned her, lurching slightly as he entered the room.
"N-no, I just needed another drink." Without waiting, she hurriedly poured her own glass and gulped the contents halfway down much to his amazement.
"Hey, you really like that stuff, don't you?" he grinned in surprise.
The liquid flowed smoothly down her throat, cooling it and relaxing her all over. When it had settled she took another hefty swig and set the glass down. This time there was a buzz in her head, a tickling sensation that went all through her body. She'd had just enough to push her over the edge so that she was thoroughly drunk now, and for some reason her thoughts went back to her husband.
"Where are Bob and Ethel . . . which room?" she inquired.
Bill, standing only a few feet away from her, arms akimbo, gave her a lecherous smile.
"What for? You want to see what they're doing? Maybe we could join 'em. It'll be more kicks that way."
"No ... I didn't mean that!" she blurted confusedly. God, she couldn't think straight anymore. No, of course she hadn't meant that . . . She couldn't stand to be fucking another man in the same room where her husband was fucking another woman. It would destroy her, and yet . . .
Funny tilings were happening inside her brain. The picture of what her husband was doing, what she imagined him to be doing, whirled faster and faster through her mind. She could see every lurid detail in technicolor, every noise they were making magnified. Yes, she did want to go into the same room they were in! She wanted to face everything, and she wanted to show Bob, pretend if she had to, that she was having a better time than he was. That was the only way she would get him back, the only way their marriage would be saved - when he suddenly became jealous of her and wanted her back!
She did not resist now as he grasped her wrist and levied her up off the edge of the bed, led her along the hallway to another room and carefully crept inside. There were two still-clothed bodies on one of the single beds, but in the darkness of the room, Ann could not make out whose they were, could not be sure that one of them was really her husband's. She tried to squint her eyes to get a better view, but that was hopeless, and now Bill Boyer had suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him as they stood at the doorway.
At first she was taken off balance, but then an unanticipated thrill ran down her spine as his lips clamped wetly over hers and his tongue thrust in between her lips. She could feel herself trembling from the excitement of this stranger's kiss, and the last lingering traces of her doubt faded away. She could feel his eager penis jutting out from beneath the material of his trousers, pressing hard against her stomach as her nipples stiffened and strained against the confines of her lacy brassiere. All shame had fled and Ann knew for the first time now she was actually going to enjoy sex with another man. If only it could have been with her husband!
"Goddamn! I want to fuck you," her host whispered hotly in her ear.
"Yesss!" she purred. "Let's go. Now!"
His obscene words seemed to stimulate her even more until she could feel a tiny trickling moisture flowing very slowly down onto her panty crotch band.
The two people on the bed were oblivious to the presence of the two intruders lying down on the bed beside theirs. Ann was sure now that there had been no mistake. The two people were Bob and Ethel! Bob suddenly pivoted off his bed and began removing his clothes as Ethel grasped the hem of her dress and wriggled it off up over her arms.
"Come on," Bill urged Ann, excited by the scene. "You take your clothes off too."
"Shhh! I will in a minute. I want to see them first."
Despite her bed partner's frustration, the young blonde continued watching now as Bob bent over the other bed, curled his arms around Ethel Boyer's back and unsnapped her brassiere, gliding the straps down off her shoulders.
"I'm going to leave my shoes and stockings on," she heard Ethel say.
In the darkness of the room only the shadow of Bob's muscular body was visible to Ann as her husband moved toward the bed to mount it once again. Even in the dark she could see the outline of his beautiful chest muscles, his powerful arms, and the thick staff of his desire-engorged penis jutting out between his legs.
"That's it, baby," Ethel purred sensually. "Let's just start it nice and easy and work up to a big beautiful orgasm."
"Hey, come on," Bill whispered hoarsely to Ann. "This is driving me crazy. I gotta get started before I blow my load."
Without waiting for Ann's response, Boyer slipped his hand up her dress in between her voluptuous stocking-clad thighs, spreading them slightly apart until his fingertips grazed against her silken panty crotch and then moved up to cup the tender mound of her pussy.
"Come on, take those clothes off. I wanna fuck!"
Ann's hands trembled slightly with excitement as she obeyed his command and undid her dress. Twisting around on the mattress in the opposite direction from the other bed in the room, she pulled it off and let it drop on the floor in a heap. Then she curled her hands behind her and unhooked her brassiere, her stiff nippled breasts bursting loose into freedom as the lace-edged cups fell away. The cool air caused her nipples to tighten into even harder little points until they felt like tiny darts when her arm brushed against them. The brassiere lingered at the tips of her fingers for a moment and then it too floated down to the floor beside her abandoned dress.
She was practically naked now, trembling with growing arousal as this perfect stranger feasted his eyes on her. Pimply chills crawled along her flesh, her passion rising within her alcohol-stimulated loins as she felt herself moving closer to the point of no return. Everything was going to be different now. She was going to fuck a stranger and enjoy it. And what was more she was going to do it in the same room with her own husband! Bob was going to see her doing it - doing it and enjoying it!
As she hooked her thumbs into the wasitband of her lacy panties and slipped them down over her wide-flaring hips, she could see Bill Boyer undressing himself off by the side of the bed.
"That's it, baby," he groaned. "That's the way to do it."
He was naked now, standing beside her, his penis growing longer and harder as it pulsed lewdly between his legs and swayed like a jungle snake about to strike its prey. His swelling testicles looked like they belonged to a bull as they danced and jogged in the fleshy sac beneath his massive cock. God, he was big! He would split her in half, kill her, but there was no turning back now.
In a moment Boyer was on the bed beside her, pulling her down next to his hot, naked body. She remained perfectly still for a long moment, obscene sensations running wickedly through her belly, as she tried to summon her conscience to prevent her from going through with this. But it was no use.
Dropping his head to her roundly trembling breast, he seized it with one hand and sucked the dart-like nipple deep inside his warm, wet mouth. She groaned aloud and rocked her buttocks back and forth against the mattress as jabs of white lightning seared a path down to her exposed little pussy. Her brain spun crazily, but somewhere from deep inside her an instinctive fear forced her to push him away.
"N-no, not so fast, Bill," she begged in a whisper.
"What the hell are you talkin' about. You put me off long enough. Now we're gonna do it." Her arms held him at bay for a moment as she turned her head on the mattress and looked over at the other bed. She could see her husband up on his knees at one end, and Bill Boyer's wife, still wearing her stockings and garter belt as she bent forward on all fours and circled her lips obscenely around Bob's cock. She was just starting now, Ann could tell, knowing that the other woman was probably swirling her tongue around Bob's penis - exactly the perverse act Bob had asked her to do and Ann had refused! Bob's head was tilted back, his eyes apparently closed, and his fingers curled into Ethel's shadowy hair, jerking her head even tighter up against his loins.
Ann could feel the moisture flowing even more freely in between her swollen pussy lips now, and her momentary fear had fled so that she let her arms drop back down to her sides.
"Come on, let's get on with it," Bill growled as he pushed her back along the bedspread and mounted over her. The touch of the smooth cool silk against her back made electrical sensations pulse up and down the young blonde's spine. She could feel the bed sagging as he moved up on his knees, holding his thickly throbbing penis in his fist. She was certain now that Bob and Ethel could hear them, and even if they weren't paying attention right now, they certainly would be in a moment!
Ann waited expectantly as Bill lowered himself down over her, his bulging member pressing hotly into the tender flesh of her belly, smearing her navel with the droplets of his thick white semen. She quivered involuntarily from the sudden wet contact and squirmed beneath him as a twitch of desire pulsed through her loins.
"Ooooooh, yes, yes!" she sighed, spurring him on. Not for a moment did she forget that her own husband was in the same room with them, on the very next bed, and she was determined to make him realize that she was here too! Reaching down under the heavy male body that lay atop her own, she grasped her neighbor's hot-shafted cock tightly between her fingers, giving it a slight squeeze so that it jerked back reflexively in response. As she slid her hand down to its hair-smothered base, he groaned and lurched against her. And then she began moving her fingers up and down in a slow sensual rhythm designed to tease him until he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Goddamn, I'm gonna screw you good, baby," he swore down at her, the veins bulging in his temples and a light film of sweat forming on his forehead. "You're gonna get this cock of mine so far up inside your little pussy, you're gonna scream."
There was no question that Bob had missed hearing this, but still Ann couldn't look over to be sure . . . not now, not at this moment. He must know by now that she was lying only a few feet away from him, he had to!
She let loose a loud groan now as Bill suddenly clamped his lips back over her roundly quivering breast and bit down on the taut little nipple, his lips sucking hard on the warm-fleshed mound, while his tongue swirled around the trembling point with the quickness of a lizard.
She clenched her eyes tightly shut, and when she re-opened them a moment later, she realized that the sucking noises from the other bed had come to an abrupt halt, replaced by fast panting gasps.
"Come on. let me finish sucking you off, Bob!" a female voice begged, and after a few seconds' silence, the wet slavering noises resumed. Bob was groaning now as though in pain, his hips jerking back and forth in the air and his ass-cheeks rotating as he knelt and thrust forward frenziedly into Ethel's willing mouth. Ann's eyes were locked on the salacious spectacle across from her, but at the same time she was conscious of her own nipples being crazily sucked and licked, making her body come alive with a mad desire that was threatening to go out of control.
Bill Boyer's hungry lips were moving tantalizingly from one breast to the other now, biting down on each, sucking the quivering flesh greedily inside his mouth as he played on the nipples with his tongue.
After endless minutes of this salacious feast, he rocked back on his haunches, his tongue trailing wetly down over her heaving white belly until it reached her blonde-fringed pussy lips. Ann felt her legs being spread insistently apart, her skin caressing the silken spread as Bill's hands gripped tightly against her inner thighs. She gave no resistance at all but merely drew in her breath, holding it tense inside her chest, waiting, waiting to see what obscene depraved things her host was going to do to her. She jumped slightly as his tongue flicked forward, the pointed tip darting out to titillate the tiny hidden bud of her clitoris.
"Oooooh God, that feels good!" she mewled, her body writhing under the madly stimulating attack on her loins. Her legs involuntarily spasmed farther apart, and she drew her knees up toward her chest so that her loins were presented open to him like a sacrificial offering. In and out his tongue darted, sending tremors of unknown pleasure teasing through her belly. God, she had never thought before that anything could be this exciting, this beautiful. She wanted more of it now, more! He wouldn't dare stop, not now when he'd just begun.
"Okay, roll over and get up on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck you like a dog."
"N-no, don't stop what you're doing now. P-please suck my cunt," she begged drunkenly. "I need it, I need it."
"Do what I say, baby. Roll over and do it like a dog. You listen to me."
Ann knew at last that there was no use resisting, that he was in complete control, and she had to do anything he wanted. Compliantly she turned over and raised herself up until she was in a position like a she-bitch waiting to be fucked by a strong male dog who had caught her scent. She felt his fingers begin to dig into her firm-fleshed buttocks, kneading it like dough in preparation for the painful entry that she knew was going to come. She felt his thumbs slip into the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks and pry them apart as the middle finger of each hand played teasingly with her pussy lips below, drawing more and more droplets of moisture from deep within her loins.
With this moisture, Boyer wet an outstretched forefinger and then, gliding slowly, slid it up and down in the crack of her buttocks so that she jumped forward in surprise. He groaned something incomprehensible, reveling in the ecstasy of this ripe young body trapped before him, the young girl's ass just waiting for something to be done to it, waiting for his cock to ram inside it and split it apart.
The tip of his finger circled maddeningly around her tight nether ring now, then dropped down for more lubricating moisture from her pussy beneath. There was enough now, by God there was enough, and he was going to shove his finger in, he told himself. He held it poised, resting lightly at the tiny puckered opening of her anus, and then suddenly he moved sharply forward.
It was a sudden unexpected jerk that sank his finger deep inside Ann's virginal anus, and the startled blonde bucked forward as Bill clamped his hand around under her belly to try holding her in place.
"Aaaaaaagh, God!" she blurted out, choking back a scream that nearly burst her throat. No matter how bad it pained her she couldn't let Bob hear. He had to think she was enjoying every second of it, even this torturous probing of her innocent rectum. Muffled groans of protest burbled from her lips as Bill's finger wormed deeper and deeper, expanding her tightly clenched anus, spreading her sphincter muscles wider and wider apart. Then just at the moment when she felt the pain diminish slightly he shoved another finger inside, taking her breath away in a sharp, surprised gasp. Without waiting, he began to saw in and out of her wide-stretched nether passage, and there was nothing she could do but submit to him and pretend she was enjoying all this. She bent her head down, her short blonde hair reaching nearly to the bedspread beneath, her eyes clenched shut hard as if to brace herself for the next painful thrust.
"Jesus, your asshole feels like a cherry," Boyer exclaimed, reveling in savage ecstasy as he prepared her aching back passage for the greater entry of his throbbing cock. The two fingers probed into her for long painful minutes, and then popped out again with a lewd hissing noise.
"Please stop, Bill. No!" she whispered desperately back at him, trying to suppress the volume of her voice so that her husband couldn't hear her protests.
"Don't worry, I'm just gonna open you up a little back there," he sneered, shuffling closer up behind her on the bed.
Throwing a quick glance at the couple on. the other bed, he saw they were locked in the throes of their own torrid lovemaking, so that her husband couldn't possibly protest when his young wife got a good solid cock rammed up her ass.
As for Ann, she had been trying to steel herself for even the lewdest things imaginable, but she was not quite ready for this - not yet. Even in her drunken fog she knew it was inhuman! The very thought that someone was going to make love to her back there made her blood run cold in fear in spite of all the mental preparations she had made.
Reacting against the terrifying thought, she clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together. His two fingers had been bad enough! Now if he actually tried to force his enormous cock inside, her insides would be damaged beyond repair. Despite her efforts, she could feel his hands prying her unprotected ass-cheeks apart once again, the cool air of the room swooshing in between the voluptuous mounds with a rush. She was open and exposed to him, and no matter how desperately she resisted, he was going to take her there.
Tears of shame and fright streamed from the whimpering blonde's eyes as the reality of what was happening dawned on her. She was going to be fucked like an animal, and she couldn't protest in the least for fear that her husband would hear. What a terrible sacrifice, but she had to do it to save her marriage, and that was the only thing that prevented her from breaking suddenly away and dashing madly from the darkened bedroom.
From the moment that long stiff cock of his wormed its way into her tender rectum, she knew she would never be the same person. She would never be able to face anyone again. And though she cringed away from him, she knew the attempt was useless, for now the sweating palm of his hand was pressing firmly against her shoulders, holding her head down, while his other hand around her belly kept her steady.
With a grunt, Bill spread her thighs wider apart, using his knees as a lever. Then he dropped his head to lick wetly at the widespread crevice before him, moistening the cringing little opening there for the immense penetration it was going to receive.
"Wiggle it, baby," he growled encouragingly, anticipating the ultimate subjugation of this young and tender body. He was sure Ann Wylie hardly knew what she was doing, that she'd had very little experience in the sack, but the thought of her innocence excited him even more. She was married all right, but she was practically a virgin, and he hadn't had a virgin in a long time. He was already glowing with the idea of introducing this pretty young housewife to pleasures she'd never experienced before.
Ann felt the older man's hand on her buttocks suddenly move down in a cup under her curl-covered pussy mound and lift swiftly upward so that now her ass-cheeks were lifted high in the air, her head pressed low against the bedspread. Her anal flesh throbbed in dread anticipation, and her whole body quivered nakedly with excitement, as she wondered whether it would be possible to take his heavy blood-swollen penis into her rectum.
Regardless of how terrible it would be, she made up her mind that she was going to be brave and let Bob think that she was actually going to enjoy this unnatural lovemaking. If she failed to see it through now, it would just prove to him that she was a coward, that she was afraid of men and sex. As degrading as it was, Bill Boyle's anal rape just might have a beneficial effect ... oh God, she certainly hoped so!
Grasping impatiently at Ann's upthrust hips. Bill held them steady as he wagged his massive cock-head forward into the moist naked slit of her buttocks and held it throbbing and pulsing in heated menace against her cowering rectal entrance. She gasped in surprise at the warm wet contact and jerked forward, moaning into the bedspread. Oh God, it would never fit! It was much too thick. It would split her apart! In renewed terror, her ass cheeks waved lewdly in the air, churning and rotating in lascivious circles as the blunt-nosed tip of Bill's mighty cock poised at the tiny slit, ready to ram forward and split her apart. The bristly hair of his legs brushed against the backs of her wide-held thighs as his penis dribbled viscous droplets of over-eager pre-cum into the rubbery opening of her anus.
His thumbs hooked around beside his jerking cock and pried her trembling ass-cheeks wider apart until she mewled and gasped from the stretched-open feeling. He began probing slowly into her, the mushroom-like head of his penis insinuating itself slowly forward as her sphincter muscles clasped palpitatingly against it in futile protest. Her ass-cheeks spasmed together, holding his penis in place, but with another sudden throb, they were abruptly split apart, and he entered her a smooth two inches.
"Augghhh!" Ann cried out. "No, wait, I . . . awhhh!"
Another lunge, and his cock popped up inside her with a quick jerk. Ann swallowed a scream of pure pain, grinding her face down against the mattress in bitter anguish. She groaned again, but the choked pleas of her torment went unheeded. There was no help anywhere. She was alone in the world and had to bear what was being done to her or else her husband would never want her again. The blunt intrusion of Bill Boyer's punishing member made her anus throb with excruciating pain. It seemed to be searing through every fiber of her body, its leaking fluid soaking her asshole and lubricating it so that he could force it wider and wider.
Boyer chuckled as he began a rhythmic pumping motion in and out of her savaged anus, breathing heavily and grunting with each thrust he made into her aching back passage, wallowing in the humiliation he was making her submit to. She moaned, her neck stretched out, her eyes wide open, and the cords in her throat standing out in her attempt not to cry. His lustfully pulsating cock was buried up to the hilt now inside her tender virginal rectum, throbbing and quivering with brute male strength as it splayed her sphincters wider and wider apart. He was skewering her, impaling her, and she'd never felt so used and debauched in her life.
Not even her own husband's cruel rape of her body on the living room floor had been this obscene and salacious. He had been crude and violent, it was true, but he had still done things the proper way. And now, now she was being forced to act like a degraded animal, to sacrifice her never-before-touched anus to the perverted lusts of a perfect stranger.
Her neighbor leered down at her sensually wiggling ass-cheeks like a perverted maniac, a lewd grin twisting his face as his punishing cock lunged back and forth into her open rear passage from behind. He was grunting and growling, his hairy chest heaving as he gasped for air. Even in the somber darkness of the room he could see how his penis was pulling the thin folds of her anal flesh out on the backstroke and ramming them back in again as he bucked forward.
Ann wished she could just melt into oblivion. This horrendous fucking of her ass was driving her insane with tortured pain.
Lee Bates wanted to surprise his wife. Though he'd been gone for a week on a business trip, he decided not to call her, even though that had always been his practice in the past. This time he just wanted to drop in and spend a pleasant evening at home with her.
Not that he hadn't spent some pleasant evenings in the past week, but they had been with his secretary in a motel room in Arlington, Virginia. Now as he wended his way through the airport toward a taxi stand outside, he was thinking only of Myra. They had a good solid relationship with each other, but he had never told her about his extra-curricular affairs, which had been going on for years now.
When at last he arrived home after a long and arduous taxi ride, he discovered to his surprise that all the lights in the house were off. Entering the kitchen he found no clue as to her whereabouts until he saw a note scribbled on a pad by the kitchen telephone. The name Boyer had been written down, and beside it a telephone number.
For a moment he was puzzled. Boyer? Could it be Bill Boyer who lived three blocks over, the one who owned that big used car agency? But was Myra over there now? And doing what? Boyer's wife Ethel had always seemed to Lee to be too flashy a dame for his Myra. But perhaps she'd made some new friends in his absence. Out of curiosity, he picked up the phone, dialed the number and waited an inordinately long time for someone to answer.
It was a man who spoke in a loud slurring voice so that he could be heard above the confused noise in the background. It was obvious there was some kind of party going on.
"Hello," Lee said casually. "Is Myra Bates there? This is her husband."
"Myra who?" the voice shouted back.
"Myra Bates, she has long black hair and wears sexy dresses."
"Listen, buddy, there are a lot of Myra Bateses here. Everybody here is called Myra Bates except for the guys, and they're not called Myra Bates."
"Okay, okay. Never mind. It sounds like you're having a good party over there."
"Sure," he drawled. "Come on over, but bring your wife. You gotta bring your wife."
"I can't bring my wife," Lee said calmly, "if she's already there."
Ten minutes later, he was pulling his Pontiac into the already-crowded driveway of the imposing three-story colonial modern house. He could hear the noise, all right, but the house was anything but blazing with lights - only a few lights being turned on on the first floor. He rang the bell, and the door was opened by the man whom he'd apparently talked to on the phone, a man in his early thirties, dressed in a striped shirt, the top two buttons undone, the tie pulled askew, and wearing no trousers, his shirt-tails drooping over his naked legs.
"Hi, I'm Lee Bates," he said once again in a disarming way.
"You're the one who's looking for his wife, aren't you"
"That's right."
"Well, I don't know where she is. She's probably somewhere around here. Don't worry about it, though, there are plenty of chicks here."
As Lee entered the living room he found that the man was right. There were plenty of women around, and all were in a state of partial or total undress, doing some heavy petting with their escorts. They were on sofas and on the floor, fondling each other or openly fucking and sucking.
"Well, I'll be goddamned." Lee swore to himself in an undertone of amusement as he fixed himself a drink at the bar. When he had taken a few sips, he decided to wander around a bit and check things out for himself. He'd never expected to walk into something like this, and it was quite a pleasant surprise, bringing back memories of the week he'd spent in the motel room with that hot little secretary of his. At least once a day he'd partaken of her charms, but his appetite never seemed to be satisfied, and now it was easily reawakened by the spectacle he'd walked in on in the living room.
So, this is what Myra did, he thought. She went to orgies while he was away. He'd had a good idea, of course, that she'd been screwing around for quite some time, but the fact that she enjoyed group activities was news to him. It didn't particularly bother him either, because he knew Myra was always interested in doing new things, and she was the type who didn't just talk about it but went ahead and did them.
Mounting the stairs to the second floor, he strolled down the corridor, savoring the lovely slurping, moaning noises that were coming from behind the closed doors. So downstairs in the living room wasn't the only place people were having fun, he remarked to himself.
In a moment a tall, vixenish redhead emerged from one of the rooms and greeted him.
"Hi there, sweetheart," she cooed, lurching drunkenly toward him. She was wearing a disheveled mini-slip that barely covered her thin black panties, and his eyes fixed on the bulging pubic mound between her legs.
"Hello yourself," he smiled back at her. "Have you seen my wife by any chance? Myra Bates ..."
"Oh dear, you're not really looking for your wife, are you? Nobody's sleeping with his wife tonight. Are you sure you're a member of the club? I've never seen you before."
"Club? Of course I'm a member. I wouldn't be here unless I was, right?"
So this was a club, he realized. Well, Myra was certainly getting formal. She'd never been the club-joining type - whether it was a bridge club or a community association, she always preferred to go it alone. But then, there were clubs, and there were clubs.
The idea of Myra joining a mate-swapping club amused Lee no end. Why hadn't she told him about it, or perhaps she figured he was getting enough on the side through his own efforts. Well, for whatever reason, it was going to be fun to drop in and surprise her tonight.
"Are you sure you're a club member?" the redhead said, eyeing him quizzically. "I really don't remember you at all."
"I'd certainly remember you if I saw you," he retorted gamely. "But look, we can talk about that later. Right now I'm looking for my wife. Tall, black hair, probably wearing some sort of low-cut dress."
"Oh yeah, I think I did meet her. Don't know where she is now, though, so why don't you come spend a little time with me, huh?"
"Not right now, doll. Maybe in half an hour."
"Suit yourself," she said with a shrug, and moved on toward the stairs.
Lee grinned to himself, Myra sure worked fast, didn't she? In truth, this took a good load of worry off his mind, though. He loved his wife, but he'd been screwing around for years, and now at last they were going to admit openly that they were both doing the same thing and enjoying it.
Creeping stealthily forward, he decided he was going to try every door until he came to the right room and then just hang around for a while to see what was happening. The drink he still had in his hand was starting to work. It was relaxing hi'm, keeping him good and loose, which was the only way to be if you happened to walk in on a swap party where your wife was undoubtedly one of the star participants.
After two false starts, he got a room he thought was right on the third try. In the darkness he could hear a woman's breathy voice coming from one of the twin beds, even though while standing at the doorway he could not actually see her. It had to be Myra. There was another couple on the closest bed too, and judging from the pale hair it was none other than their new neighbor, Ann Wylie. What the hell was she doing in a place like this? She'd always struck him as something of an incorrigible virgin, even though she was newly married.
A feverish charge of excitement pulsed through his loins and he took another sip of his drink to help maintain his cool.
The sounds of low moans and sensual sucking noises were flooding his ears, but still he couldn't see anything clearly, and so he left the door open a crack and eased his way farther inside the bedroom.
As his eyes adjusted to the faint illumination he could see it wasn't Myra but Bill Boyer's wife on the far bed, down on all fours as she sucked Bob Wylie's cock, her head bobbing rhythmically over the lust-lengthened cock as though she were trying to stuff the whole thing down her throat. Hell, it didn't surprise him a bit. He didn't know Ethel Boyer very well, but he'd sensed all along from just casual glances that she was a red-hot number that would do anything for anybody.
The Wylie kid was obviously having the time of his life certainly a better time than he'd had in Alaska drilling rocks. His head was thrown back, his fingers grabbing her temples and he was moaning like a sick dog, yelping every time she swished her tongue around his bulbous cock-head. Hell, he'd thought about getting inside her pants for a long time, but he was home so infrequently he'd hardly had a chance. He liked the way she was still wearing her stockings and high-heeled shoes too. That added a certain excitement to the game.
Curious to see what was happening on the other bed, he turned his gaze to it. Jesus, Bill Boyer was really going to town. He had that Ann Wylie doubled up on her belly and he was going into her ass like a pile-driver as she moaned and screamed at the brutal assault. Holy hell, how had Boyer ever gotten his paws on that innocent young wench, how had he ever gotten her over to this party? Strange things happened in the neighborhood when Lee was gone - that much was certain. Obviously somebody had driven a wedge between those two young marrieds, but that wasn't his problem. The very sight that confronted his eyes was turning him on no end, and now he was looking for the first opportunity to join in the fray.
Christ, if he'd only known all along what he'd learned tonight!
His eyes riveted on the young blonde, fascinated by the lewd position she was in, fascinated by the degradation and humiliation of it, but also because she seemed to be coming around to enjoying it. He felt his cock jerk and stiffen, straining against the confines of his trousers, tiny droplets of semen leaking out from the head as he became more and more aroused by the salacious dual spectacle of a blow-job and an ass-fuck being performed in the same room only feet away. Goddamn, that voluptuous little blonde was driving him crazy.
He had to have a go at her . . . Now, not ten minutes from now, but this very moment. And the hell with Myra.
Impulsively he began ripping his clothes off, dropping his suitcoat off his shoulders to the floor, jerking his tie loose, stepping out of his pants. He finished his drink hurriedly and dropped the glass harmlessly to the thick carpet to facilitate his hasty disrobing.
"Goddamn," he whispered excitedly to himself. "I'm gonna get laid tonight."
Bill Boyer's straining belly smacked like leather against young Ann Wylie's smoothly quivering buttocks as he lunged into her anus with a brutal thrust. His cum-inflated balls banged bull-like against her nakedly unprotected pussy, and she whimpered but did not try to pull away from him. She was his slave now .. . she would do anything he wanted, and any moment now he knew she was going to start enjoying it, was suddenly going to come to life and demand more of what he had to give.
Ann began to push back slowly at first to meet her virile host's forward lunges, trying to fake her pleasure, until suddenly something snapped inside her mind. The pain was seeping away. It didn't hurt any longer as it had, and she knew she wanted this strange man's cock plowing into her rectum, splitting her tender body wider and wider apart. Nothing seemed to matter except the electric shocks of pleasure that were rippling through her belly and spreading out to her extremities, making her tingle with easy desire in every pore. Naked abandon had replaced the shame she had been fighting against earlier. All her excuses were gone. She was not doing this for her husband now, she was doing it for herself, hungrily soaking up the raw pleasure that had so long been denied her because of her prudish attitude.
Her uncontrollable spasms of delight grew wilder and more enthusiastic with each advance his rigidly stabbing penis made in between the cheeks of her quivering ass. She began gasping out obscene words she had never used before, and they were tumbling from her lips without remorse or hesitation.
Bill Boyer sensed her sudden breakthrough into desire and he fucked into her with longer, deeper strokes, his hands pressing her whitely rounded ass-cheeks together to make a tight-fitting glove of flesh for his throbbing hot cock. His eyes bulged wide at the gratifying sight of her youthful body responding to his obscene . aggression, he gritted histeeth together and his muscles strained as he worked toward an orgasm that he knew was going to come very soon.
"Aw www, awww God!" she groaned, smothering her face in the mattress, her fingers clawing passionately at the disheveled bedspread.
She paused only a second, then began bucking back at him in a continuous rotating rhythm. She was barely conscious of the bed sagging in front of her, and from out of nowhere fingers grasping one of her breasts, teasing her nipple until it stiffened defensively. A tremor of delight quivered through her belly at this welcome intrusion.
"Here's something else for ya," a gruff male voice growled at her. Raising her head, Ann opened her eyes to behold a huge spear-like penis tilted menacingly at her mouth. It was throbbing and pulsating but it looked so delicious she. just wanted to clamp her lips around it and suck for all she was worth.
"Go ahead, suck it," Lee Bates urged her, a wide grin lighting his face. "Suck it just the way Ethel's doin' it to your husband."
Though this was the moment when she felt she should be paralyzed by fear and dread, there was nothing but abandoned pleasure surging through her skewered body. She knew she was going to suck a strange man's cock while another man fucked her in the ass, and she was going to enjoy every lewd and obscene second of it! On the other bed she could see her husband in the beginning throes of his orgasm, bucking and thrusting his hips as he plunged his pounding cock into Ethel Boyer's voracious throat. When they had finished, Bob would realize what was happening on the bed just across from him. He would realize that his sweet little wife who was so afraid of sex was actually enjoying herself as she was used and abused by two men, two total strangers.
Ann was even surprising herself now with her own audacity as she ground her buttocks back to meet Bill Boyer's rampaging cock. At the same time, she reached up with one hand and teased the tip of the quivering cock in front of her until Lee Bates moved closer to her on his knees. Her mouth was only a few inches away from him now, and she glided her tongue along her lips to prepare herself for the delicious feast that was about to be served. Opening wide, she breathed softly, allowing her hot breath to flow tantalizingly over the head.
"Goddamn, you really know how to do it," he groaned ecstatically. "Come on, suck it, suck it hard!"
But she was not ready to do it yet. She was going to tease him instead until he begged her for her mouth around his cock. Her tongue flicked out now like a tiny lizard's tongue, and she wormed it into the moist little slit of the throbbing tip. Her lips nibbled slightly at the mushroom-like head, and then she swirled her tongue along the sperm-ridged underside. It jerked as though it had a life of its own, as though it were some sort of powerful snake, ready to strike in a quick reflex action.
The sharp pungent taste of male flesh made her mouth water and her nostrils flare. Her hand slid down to the thick coarse-haired base, and she stroked her fingers teasingly over the bloated sac of his balls beneath. She began kissing his cock now, the top and bottom and all along the sides, as if it were a strange new food that she were tasting for the first time in her life. She wanted to explore and savor every inch of it before she finally took it all deep within her hungering mouth.
Lee Bates could stand it no longer. He suddenly reached out and twisted his fingers tightly into her short blonde hair and jerked her face toward his hips. She resisted at first... it had been too abrupt, too sudden, but she couldn't stop now. The man's thickly quivering cock-head crushed in between her teeth and jerked upward against the roof of her mouth. She clenched her eyes shut and mewled ecstatically as her lips closed in a firm band around the midsection of the fleshy male staff.
"Oh yeah, baby! Suck harder!" Lee groaned, pulling her close. In response, Ann began to pump her mouth madly up and down on the impaling rod of flesh, her lewdly ovalled lips clasping and unclasping in obscene tempo.
Bob Wylie had never thought a blow job could last so long or be so good. Ethel Boyer was one hell of an expert, that was for sure. She'd had him so wrapped up that he had hardly taken notice of the three people going to town on the bed next to theirs. He'd heard some gasps and grunts and seen some naked bodies, but that was all. Who they were and what they were doing, he couldn't have cared less about while Ethel was sucking his cock.
Now, though, she had brought him to orgasm, and he'd spewed his hot stored cum down her throat and left trails of it dribbling down her cheeks. Falling back on the bed, he watched as she wiped the last traces of it away and took deep heavy breaths to recover from the tense excitement of what they'd just done.
He wondered where Ann was now and who she'd gone off with. And in truth, even though he wanted her to loosen up and enjoy sex, he could feel jealousy rising in him at the thought of her being screwed by another man. But maybe she had just backed out and gone home at the first opportunity to slip away. Well, if she'd done that, there was going to be big trouble, because he wasn't going to put up with that old-fashioned prudery of hers any longer.
"Hey, come on," Ethel said from her end of the bed. "I did you, now it's your turn to do me. This is no one-way street, you know."
"I'm just taking a rest," the young engineer replied. "I'll be ready in a minute."
"You're not much of a sport. Your wife is still going strong."
"My wife? What are you talking about?"
"She's right over there. Who did you think that was? She's doing a pretty good job for a new member."
For the first time, Bob realized that the blonde woman in the tangle of bodies on the other bed was his wife. He still couldn't see her face very well, but he was sure that's who it was. God almighty! She was having her ass fucked while she gave Myra Bates's husband one hell of a blow job, and the incredible thing was she looked like she was having a grand time. She was fucking and sucking like a wild she-bitch.
He could see her grinding her ass back against one neighbor and then lunging forward to get the most from the other neighbor's cock. Jesus, his own wife had become the neighborhood whore! Everyone else was satisfied with one partner, and here she was taking on two on her very first performance at the club! Bob sat forward on the edge of the bed to get a better view of the salacious spectacle, eyeing the nakedly writhing trio on the next bed to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
No, it was no dream ... it was all happening right there in front of him, no matter how incredible it seemed. His young wife's face was twisted with complete abandon, her body was bucking and churning, and she was completely lost in the obscene gymnastics she was performing with two men. God, how dumb he'd been to be worried about her. She was doing better than he'd done. Maybe she'd been faking he; problems with him all along and had already gone to these swap parties with Myra Bates. But why? Was there something wrong with him, with the way he performed? He'd never thought about that before, and the very idea made him suddenly angry. Jesus, hadn't Ethel just chided him a moment ago for being a spoil sport? Hadn't she said that his wife was doing better than he was?
God, he couldn't believe his eyes. There she was only a few feet away crooning and mewling, ramming her asshole against Bill Boyer's penis as she sucked frenziedly on Lee Bates's at the same time. Bob's anger made his face flush now as he realized he'd never been able to make Ann perform like this himself.
"I wish were over there now," Ethel pouted, interrupting his concentration on the scene. She reached over and tried to pull him back on the mattress beside her, but with a sudden rage, he shoved her hands away. He could feel his own cock rising up hard from his loins again, looming up between his legs, and he didn't want to miss a second of what was going on. God, it looked like Boyer's prick was embedded in Ann's ass all the way to the hilt. How could she take it back there? She must have had some practice somewhere . . . with someone else! There was just no other answer.
Bob wasn't the only one gazing in fascination on the scene, though, for now the doorway was flung open and Myra Bates was standing in it stark naked and looking for action, her lustrous black hair flowing down over her shoulders.
"Well, what do you know?" she purred in a low conspiratorial tone. Her dark eyes were wide with glee as she saw her young female protegee working like a slave to satisfy the needs of two lust-hungry men. She had never expected Ann to catch on this quickly, but that just went to show that nobody could really predict anyone else's behavior. Leaving the doorway she slinked over to the foot of the bed where Ann's husband was observing the scene.
"I bet you're surprised too," she whispered to him. "That's my husband over there with his prick in her mouth. I have no idea where he came from - he never knew about our club before, you know. But he's certainly caught on pretty quickly - just like your wife."
At this, Ethel Boyer burst out into laughter, and Bob turned toward her glaring. These two women were making a fool of him now, he realized. Even his own wife had made a fool of him, pretending to be frigid and inexperienced when for some months now she must have been screwing everyone in the neighborhood.
As these thoughts ran through the young engineer's mind, a thrashing sound and a long moan of agony came from the other single bed. They all watched intently as the two men sped up the pace of their dual fucking into young Ann Wylie's voluptuously gyrating body. From his position, Bob could hear heavy breathing quickening by the second, building to a powerfulcrescendo.
Damn, he wanted to fuck her now too . . . more than ever. He wanted to make her respond to him the way she was responding to the two other men who had her so obscenely impaled from both ends. The thought of driving his blood-hardened cock deep into her wetly palpitating loins was sending sparks of electricity up and down his spine, making him tremble with passionate desire.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Ann moaned as she felt her anus splayed apart by one last ass-crushing lunge. The huge bloated cock was practically penetrating to her tonsils now. Suddenly it quivered and jerked, spewing its hot sperm violently into her forever-stretched nether passage. Once, twice, three times it jerked, sending flood after viscous flood of searjng male cum shooting far up inside her tender rectum. She moaned and mewled, her body undulating around it in a savage dance of mounting desire.
Something strange was taking place inside the awakened blonde wife, a beautiful tingling feeling that was traveling all through her cock-filled insides. A sensation that was charging her nerves until she thought she would explode.
She began to grunt around the massive penis buried thickly in her throat, grunting incomprehensible words of encouragement and joy. Then, finally, she could feel it beginning to react.
She could feel a twitching tremor inside her own fever-pitched loins, her pussy lips palpitating furiously as warm flowing moisture of her arousal poured down out of her empty cunt. At the very moment of her orgasm, the man behind her withdrew his now-deflated cock from her ravaged anus and fell back on the bed with a groan. Now she could concentrate on the cock in her mouth, sucking on it until it too erupted and sent its hot fire flooding down her throat. Any second he was going to cum, and her head bobbed wildly up and down on his stiffly throbbing organ, urging him over into the climax of his passion. She was hungry with lust now, possessed by it, and she worked like a demon to bring him to orgasm. Sucking faster and faster to keep pace with his powerful thrusts, she could hear him groaning and swearing above her, and could feel his fingers digging into her temple as he manipulated her head back and forth.
Lee Bates's eyes bulged as he gazed down at his slaving blonde neighbor in total amazement. He'd never had anything like this before. She was an absolute animal, the way she was sucking his cock. With a sudden spasmodic motion, then, his overtaxed penis abruptly jerked, and a boiling stream of his semen spewed out into her voracious mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh God!" he swore as he tilted his head back and clenched his eyes shut.
Ann sucked madly, her cheeks puffing and hollowing, as she swallowed the gushing male cum. The cords in her neck stood out, her Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and she mewled and gasped with the effort. The flow was slacking off now - she had swallowed every drop, but still she persisted, swirling her tongue around and around the man's deflated cock-head, licking him clean of the tiny driblets that continued to trickle out.
His groans of pleasure slowly diminished, and he released his grip on her head, withdrawing his limp penis from between her lips. She had plunged to the depths of degradation now, she realized, but she still wanted more. She felt like a whore, a slut! It must have been in her all along, but it had only been brought out through Myra and her mate-swapping club. She would never be the same again. This much she knew, and yet she was pleased by it. At last she was free!
Ann maintained her all-fours position on the bed even as the two men tumbled off to the sides of the mattress in utter exhaustion. Lewd driblets of cum covered her lips and flowed out of h"r anus down the backs of her thighs. She had been used and abused, and yet she still wanted more. She still needed a big hard cock inside her.
"Well, look at that," Myra exclaimed in amazement. "She outlasted both of them, and she still needs more."
Ann, hearing these words, kept her eyes tightly shut. Now that it was over, her guilt had suddenly returned. She knew her husband was watching her, and yet she couldn't face him yet, in spite of all she'd wanted to prove.
Bob, for his part, was almost completely numb. He was frozen to the edge of the other bed, his hands tightly gripped to the sides of the mattress. No words could come to his tongue for the moment.
It was Myra who spoke first, addressing her husband.
"That was excellent, Lee. You gave a wonderful performance. I think maybe the club will accept you as a member."
"Well, thank you," Lee replied, not for a moment losing his composure. "That's quite a compliment, coming from you. I heard you're quite an expert at fucking the neighbors."
Someone in the room flicked the lights on, and Ann opened her eyes. The flood of illumination brought back a dreaded sense of shame, and it seemed that she suddenly returned from a dream world, fully realizing what she'd done and the implications of it. Oh no, she moaned inwardly. Bob had seen everything. He'd seen her being fucked in the ass and sucking off another man. He'd seen the way she had enjoyed and responded to it. What could she do? This was the moment of truth. She'd done what she'd set out to do, and now she could only await the consequences, whatever they were.
Slowly she pulled herself into a sitting position and pivoted her legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for her clothing which was scattered helter-skelter over the floor. At first she couldn't bring herself to face the others, but she knew she had to, and now was as good a time as any.
Brushing her short blonde hair back with her hands, she rose from the bed and turned to face them. Ethel was lying flat on her back, her stocking-clad legs spread wide apart. She did not seem to even notice the young wife as she stretched and yawned, a bored expression on her face. As for Myra, her face bore a conspiratorial smile in which just a trace of jealousy was visible.
It took a long moment for Ann to look directly into her husband's eyes, and when she did so, she saw the anger written there. What was he thinking? Perhaps she had gone too far for her first night at the swap party, and her strategy would backfire on her. But Bob's expression was not one of simple jealousy . . . there was something else - a strange glint in his eyes. Lowering her own eyes, she could see that his penis was stiff and throbbing. It was obvious that whatever he was thinking, he was returning to a highly excited state.
"Well, what have we here?" Myra cooed, looking down at his fully erected member. She reached over between his legs and attempted to grasp it in her fingers, but to her surprise, he pushed her arm violently away. His eyes were focused on the naked and abused body of his wife.
"Get your clothes on," he commanded her firmly.
"Ohh, aren't we nasty?" Myra chimed in.
"I'm not being nasty at all. I just want to get her home with me. Go on. Ann, you heard what I said."
Though she was still confused by the ambivalent mixture of expressions on her husband's face, Ann complied with his orders, quickly slipping into her brassiere and panties. Wracked by guilt and shame she ran quickly into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, to get dressed in privacy. Bob followed suit, angrily swiping his clothes from the chair where he'd tossed them earlier in the evening and stepping into them.
"Now, you're being ridiculous," Myra informed him as she came up behind and laid her hands on his shoulders. "Something like this always happens at the first swap party. Either the husband or the wife gets jealous. That's normal, but you adjust to it in time. By the second or third meeting, you'll both feel much freer. You won't be hung up any more."
"Yeah. I'm jealous all right," Bob snapped, turning on her. "But I'm not just jealous because somebody else screwed her. I'm jealous because of the way she enjoyed herself. Did you see how she was going? She looked like some cheap little slut."
"Now you're really being ridiculous. For the first time in her life you see her finally enjoying sex and you call her a cheap little slut. That's what you wanted, for Christ's sake!"
"Okay, you may be right. But I just wish she. would react with me like that in bed."
"Don't worry, Bob, she will," the older woman reassured him. "She's had her eyes opened. She's been liberated. You two are going to have a much better sex life from now on . . . unless you make each other feel guilty about what happened tonight. That's the worst possible thing you could do."
Bob could see the logic behind his neighbor's words, but still, emotionally, it was difficult to resolve the conflict that had been so blatantly illustrated tonight. His staid young wife, who for so long had claimed innocence and fought for propriety in the bedroom now suddenly performed sexual acts like an experienced prostitute. What was wrong with him that he'd never been able to bring this out in her before, while relative strangers had done so in the course of a single evening. He turned this over and over again in his mind, but there was no immediate answer. He would simply have to have a long talk with Ann and find out what was going on inside her head.
As he fixed his tie, his wife re-entered from the bathroom, a look of misery clouding her face. She was puffy-eyed and slightly unkempt, soft wisps of her short blonde hair sticking out in an unseemly way, her lipstick a bit too heavy and smeared.
"Come on, Ann," Bob said gently, putting his arms around her shoulders. "Let's go home."
They walked silently together downstairs and out to their car in the parking lot, both feeling too embarrassed to begin a conversation until finally, on the way home, Ann said: "I'm sorry about tonight. I ... I got carried away. Are you terribly angry with me?"
"Not angry, just surprised. I'm surprised the way you got so excited with those other men when you never acted that way with me. Tell me the truth, Ann, did you go to any of those parties before? I find it pretty hard to believe this was your first one."
"No, I swear, Bob. Never. I just don't know what happened tonight. Something changed very suddenly. I wasn't afraid any more."
"Good. I hope it stays changed. I hope we don't have any problems in bed any more," Bob said hopefully as he pulled the car up into their driveway.
Just as he was about to step out the driver's side, Ann touched his arm lightly, keeping him in place.
"I just want you to know everything will be better. This has been a good thing for both of us."
Bob hoped for the, truth in what she was saying, but at the same time he knew that only her actions in the subsequent days would prove or disprove thai truth.
Chapter Seven
When Ann awoke at seven, several days later, she realized to her dismay that her husband's side of the bed was empty even though the impression of his body was still marked in the warm sheets. They'd had such a wonderful time in bed the previous night that she had completely shut out the thought of his departure on a business trip this morning. Fortunately it wasn't a long trip - just a week-long inspection trip down to some oil fields in Oklahoma and then back home again. Still, she was going to miss him much more than before she had to admit, for finally they had gotten things worked out.
She felt so much freer now, so much more able to enjoy sex, and she owed a great debt to Myra Bates and the fact that Myra had introduced them to the neighborhood swap club. God, how she had changed in only a few-days! No longer did she feel she had to put on an act to please her husband, because now she really enjoyed pleasing him; they had done some new things last night too - things she had heard about from other girls in college but which she had never done even on the night of the party at the Boyer house. Stretching out her arms, she gave a luxurious yawn, smiling with complete contentment. She felt like a complete woman now and a good wife, despite the things she had done with men she didn't know at the swap party.
In truth, she was looking forward to the next party which would be held at the Bates' house after Bob's return from down South. Myra had picked that day because Lee would be home then too and had expressed a strong interest in joining the club. Ann's thoughts were interrupted when Bob entered the bedroom with two cups of coffee on a serving tray.
"Wake up, baby," he said cheerfully. "The coffee's good and hot."
Purring like a kitten, his pretty blonde wife pushed herself up against the pillows and smiled at her husband.
"My, what service. Breakfast in bed. You've never done that before."
"After last night, I owe you something, sweetheart," he grinned.
"Well, I must admit, you weren't so bad yourself."
Bob set the tray down on an end table and handed her a cup of coffee, taking a seat on the edge of the bed beside her.
"Let's put it this way. We're both pretty good now thanks to that swap club. Myra really did us a favor. By the way, I hope we don't miss the next one."
As he said this, he glanced down at his wife's full voluptuous breasts that were barely visible behind the diaphanous nightie she was wearing. She was certainly an attractive woman, all right, he mused to himself. And she was twice as attractive now that she had gotten into the swing of sex and learned how to enjoy it.
"Don't worry," she said, "You won't miss it. Unless you have to stay longer than expected down there. Myra called me the other evening and said they were having it at their place Wednesday after next."
"How come you didn't tell me last night? You're not trying to keep secrets from me, are you?"
"Certainly not," Ann replied coyly. "I just wanted all your thoughts to be on me. I didn't want any distractions in your head."
Bob laughed heartily, tilting back his head and giving her a slap on the thigh through the bed covers. She was certainly becoming very clever these days. She was coming into her own, and he liked everything he saw in her now.
"Well, even if they tell me to stay longer, I'm going to do my best to get out of it. I wouldn't miss one of those parties for the world."
"You're forgetting one thing, Bob," Ann reminded him.
"Oh, what's that?"
"We have to bring a new couple or at least one new person into the club. Those are the rules."
"Damn it, you're right," he said, snapping his fingers. "I forgot all about it. You think they'll really be that strict about enforcing the rules?"
"I don't know, but it's not worth taking a chance, is it? We'll have to just look around and find someone."
"But where?" Bob said, a puzzled expression clouding his face. "I can't think of anybody ..."
"Don't worry about it." Ann patted him comfortingly on the arm. "I'm sure I'll find someone while you're gone."
"Now wait a minute. What do you mean by that? I don't know if I like the idea Of you scouting around the neighborhood for the first eligible male."
"Don't be silly, Bob. Just trust me. I'm sure things will just sort of take care of themselves."
"Well I hope so. I'd hate to miss that party just because of some sort of technicality."
Finishing his coffee, Bob checked his watch and gave his wife a quick good-bye kiss.
"If I'm going to catch that nine-thirty flight, I'd better get going now."
"All right, honey, have a good trip. I'll be waiting for you when you come back."
"Don't get yourself in any trouble now," he winked as he slipped into his suitcoat. In a moment he was heading briskly downstairs to the living room where he picked up his attache case and then made for his car in the driveway.
By Saturday of that week, Ann was practically at her wits end searching for a new potential couple for the club. She hadn't really been in the neighborhood long enough to get to know many people, and the people she did know - like the Bateses - were already members. To her surprise, when she'd spoken to Myra about the predicament, she discovered that the new membership rule was always strictly enforced. Every couple had to find a new couple, and in this way the club could continue to grow. The good thing was that the couples didn't actually have to live in the neighborhood, which made things a little easier. But how would she go about finding anyone? Would she have to go to a bar somewhere and act like a simple pickup? The idea just didn't appeal to her.
She was busy cleaning up the breakfast table as she turned the problem over in her mind, and she did not hear the front doorbell until the third ring. When she had dried her hands off on a dish towel and gone to answer it, she found herself facing a handsome young man in his mid-twenties. He had slightly long brown hair, broad shoulders and a pleasant smile and was carrying a briefcase. Obviously a salesman of some sort.
"Hi, I'm Dave Wilson," he announced buoyantly, flashing his strong white teeth. "I'm with International Equity, and I thought if you and your husband had a few free moments you might be interested in hearing about our new health plan. Here's my card... I live just outside of Gibbsville, not too far from here, in fact."
Ann was just on the verge of saying that her husband wasn't at home when she checked herself and smiled cryptically at the young man. Here she had been worrying all week about a new member for the swap club, practically driving herself to distraction in an effort to think of a likely candidate. And lo and behold, this pleasant looking young man had just come to the door as though in answer to her need.
"Well, I don't know whether we need any insurance or not, but you're certainly welcome to come inside."
"Thank you," he said, following her in.
"How about a cup of coffee?" she suggested, leading the way to the kitchen. "I've already got some on."
"Sure, if it's no trouble."
The young blonde's hands were trembling as she lit the burner under the coffee pot. This was the perfect opportunity to fulfill her duty to the club, but she knew she couldn't just tell this guy about the swap party next week. She had to give him a demonstration of some sort to convince him what would be available next week. She had to whet his appetite just the way Myra Bates had done with Bob. Yes, as a matter of fact, she would do the same thing now, for in truth the incident she had witnessed over at Myra's place still rankled her pride.
Pouring out a cup of coffee, the scheming blonde handed it to the insurance salesman who was already seated at the kitchen table.
"You're married, aren't you?" she inquired as casually as she could while pouring her own cup.
"Yes, how'd you know?" he replied. "Been married two years now. I've got a picture of my wife right here." Reaching into his suitcoat pocket, he withdrew a billfold and flipped it open, showing Ann a photo of a bright-faced young brunette with deep brown eyes. She was certainly appealing enough to be a member of the club and in fact make quite a hit.
"She looks very attractive," Ann said, handing the billfold back. "Tell me, do you have a happy marriage?"
The salesman seemed a bit flustered for a moment, as he'd intended to talk insurance, but after hemming and hawing he finally answered her question.
"Yes, I'd say we're very happily married."
Ann could tell bv the blustery way he said it that he was covering something up, but she realized she couldn't come on too strong with him right away or it would scare him off. Casually, she seated herself on the edge of the kitchen table next to his chair, making sure that her tight-fitting miniskirt rode up high enough on her legs to reveal the tops of her stockings and the elastic garters that snaked their way upward over her firm-fleshed thighs. She could see that her seemingly casual pose was having the desired effect on him. He had forgotten all about insurance as he fingered his tie and his gaze wandered up over her legs and came to a halt at the bosom of her filmy blouse.
"Is ... is your husband here by any chance?" he stuttered nervously. "I mean, that is, I thought you both might be interested in our health plan. It's quite a new feature, and it's . . . it's different from anything else in the field."
"No, I'm afraid my husband isn't here. He's away on a business trip right now. But you won't have to worry about that. I can make decisions without him."
Dave Wilson swallowed nervously and tried to keep from blushing, but he was having a hard time of it. Already he could feel his penis swelling embarrassingly inside his trousers, pushing them upward into a tent-like triangular shape. He'd heard about things like this before . . . about women alone seducing salesmen who came to their door, but he always thought the people who told him these things were inventing them or at least exaggerating. Now he understood the company policy of always inquiring whether the husband was at home before entering the house. Hell, he'd inquired all right, but she'd invited him in anyway. What was he supposed to do? Refuse her invitation for coffee?
No matter how much he tried to concentrate on business, he found his attention and his eyes wandering. Jesus! She was a sexy dish all right, built like a normal housewife. He knew she had to be making a play for him. Why the hell had she asked him about his marriage and whether it was happy or not? Why was she leaning against the table that way with her skirt bunching up around her cunt, showing off long, long legs to him? Jesus, she must be a real tiger in bed.
Sliding her arms back behind her on the table for support, Ann tilted her head back and shook her head from side to side, so that her short blonde curls tossed saucily around her blue eyes.
"It really is a beautiful day, isn't it?" she said stretching out her long legs and arching her breasts out toward him.
"Y-yes, yes it is," Dave replied, not knowing what was going to happen next. "About the health plan ..."
"Don't be silly," Ann chided him. "I'm perfectly healthy. I don't know what I'd do with insurance. I just invited you in for a cup of coffee because, well, frankly, I was lonely and you looked like an interesting person."
There was no hiding his discomfort now. His face was nearly as red as a tomato, his hands were trembling, and his penis was ready to rocket out of his pants. Jesus, there was no doubt in his mind now. This blonde little housewife wanted him to fuck her!
"Would you like another cup of coffee? I see you've finished your first one already."
Without waiting for his answer, Ann took his cup and saucer, and when he had glanced away for a moment, let it slip purposely out of her hands.
"Oh dear, I've made a mess," she apologized. "Here, wait a minute, I'll help you," the insurance salesman offered. In truth, he was happy for a break in the increasingly embarrassing confrontation with the eager housewife. Not that he wouldn't like to grab her and throw her in bed. It was just that he didn't have the slightest idea of what to say even though he was usually glib and pleasant under normal circumstances. Now, however, he was so flustered that his hands shook noticeably as he went down on his haunches and helped collect the scattered shards of cup and saucer.
The attractive young blonde was facing him in the same position only inches away. He could feel her hot breath on his cheek already, and when he looked he could see the thin strip of her panty crotch band between her thighs from the way her skirt had slipped back. If she wasn't doing all this on purpose then he had to be crazy. But what was he supposed to do in return? If he just grabbed her, she might suddenly snap out on him and scream rape or something. Then where would he be? Out of a job and probably in jail.
Come on, baby, make it easy for me, he pleaded inwardly, hoping that somehow she would get the message. Her hand was on his knee now as though she were pretending that she needed to balance herself. Then it was gliding up over his trousers toward his crotch. Damn, he was getting hot. Suddenly, he could stand it no longer. Going down to a kneeling position, he circled his arms around her waist and crushed her lush warm body against his, the pieces of china falling from his hands.
"Ummmh, darling, don't be so rough," Ann purred back, amazed at her own audacity. "The floor's not very nice. Let's do it on the kitchen table."
Dave Wilson could barely believe his ears. His heart was pounding crazily inside his chest as the voluptuous blonde arched herself backwards over the table, hiked up her skirt and slipped her panties down over her obscenely spread legs. The tiny silken garment clung between her ankles like a bridge, stretched wide apart.
Her blonde hair-covered pussy was completely exposed to him, the slender little lips glistening wetly as his cock jerked up an inch inside his pants. Her hands were gliding over the soft swollen mound in slow teasing swirls until he thought he was suddenly going crazy watching. Then she began mewling and purring like some sort of animal in heat.
"Here, darling, here," she urged him. "Kiss me right here between my legs."
Dave suddenly felt numb as though he were being led into a trance by a mysterious sorceress. Her pale blonde pussy looked so luscious and delectable, the very sight of it made his whole body tingle with electric sensation. Before he knew what was happening, he was down on his knees between her widespread legs, his head moving slowly, slowly into the delicious "vee" of her open thighs.
He placed his palms on the insides of her knees, feeling the tingling nylon of her stocking, and guided her legs farther apart.
His thumbs grazed her moistly curling pubic hairs, stroking the soft down and feeling the first droplets of inner secretions that came to greet his lewd ministrations.
"Suck me, darling, suck my pussy," she begged him. Her head was tilted back over the other end of the table, her soft hair dangling loose as she rotated her neck. Her eyes were closed as she wallowed in the obscene delight of making love on the kitchen table. Why didn't he suck her! What was he waiting for? She wanted it now! This minute.
"Go on, go on," she pleaded. "Stick your tongue between my pussy lips."
His whole body pulsing with forbidden excitement, Dave pressed his face tight against her glistening loins, his lips touching the wetness of her seeping cunt, his nostrils inhaling her ambrosia-like scent. Jesus, he thought. He was going to tongue-fuck a woman he hadn't known fifteen minutes yet. Moving his hands up in between her soft inner thighs, he placed his thumbs on her hair-fringed cuntal lips and drew them easily apart. It was like a flower bursting open with the first rain of spring. She was ready now, good and ready and he was going to give it to her just the way she wanted it.
His tongue slid very slowly into the flowering young flesh and began a teasing circular motion around the rim of her tight vaginal opening. Ann's thighs jerked in response, and she moaned fervently above him, gripping the sides of the table with all her strength.
"Farther, stick it in farther!" she whispered hoarsely, and in a short moment her wish was gratified, for now he clamped his lips tighter over her tingling hot pussy and drove his tongue deep inside her cunt with all the power of a warrior hurling a spear. Her legs jerked higher around his head this time, falling on his shoulders, and then with a desperate groan she clamped them tight around his neck, trapping his face to her sex-starved loins. He groaned savagely in return and slid his hands up to her whitely rounded buttocks, twisting his fingers into her tender ass-flesh as though he were kneading dough.
He could feel her begin a rhythmic grinding motion as he speared in and out between her hotly clasping pussy lips, making lewd sucking slurping noises as he hungrily drank her liquid. Goddamn! Did she love it! He could tell by the way she was moaning and bucking like some kind of wild animal, demanding more and more of his pleasure-giving tongue.
"SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! LICK ME!" Ann moaned, her head rolling and flailing from side to side. Releasing her grip on the sides of the table, she began madly unbuttoning her blouse, tearing it off as she kept her legs tightly locked around the young insurance salesman's bobbing head. She wanted to be completely naked, completely free. She wanted him to fuck her right there on the kitchen table in broad daylight, and she didn't care who dropped in.
Jesus! He was really giving it to her with that punishing tongue of his! It was whipping in and out of her steaming pussy like a snapping bull whip, sending sparks and tingles of lustful desire rippling through her shuddering belly. Supporting herself with one hand up off the table, she struggled to rip her brassiere free, the fingers of one hand straining against the tight elastic material, desperately trying to undo the snaps in back. Finally it burst loose and she pulled the straps down over her shoulders, her naked breasts jiggling from the wild passionate buffeting the lower portion of her body was receiving.
She knew she had him now. She knew he would come to the next swap club meeting, especially if he learned that this was only a preview of what he would find there. There was no humiliation left inside her now . . . only the sheer joy of the wanton tongue-fucking she was receiving at the hands of a perfect stranger, a stranger who very soon would become a member of the neighborhood's secret circle.
Lying back down on the table, the happy blonde ground her pelvis up against Dave Wilson's slavering face, matching the vicious lashes of his tongue inside her quivering cunt. She was ready for his cock now, but first she was going to tease him a little before she allowed him inside her.
Abruptly she unlocked her legs from around his head and leaned forward to push him away.
"Not so fast, Dave darling. We don't want to have dessert before the main course, do we?"
The young man rocked back on his heels and gazed up at his beautifully lewd seductress. Her blouse was off, and his eyes feasted on her voluptuously rounded white breasts with their stiff dart-like nipples protruding from the soft fleshy mounds. His heart was beating like a tom-tom, he could hardly catch his breath, and his face was red from the exertion of fucking her willing cunt with his tongue.
"Now we're going to do something else," Ann announced in a sultry tone as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop down to her ankles. With her high-heeled sandals still on, she mounted the table again, this time lying flat on her stomach, her head and torso protruding over one end so that her ripely rounded breasts swayed loose, her nipples pointing down toward the floor.
"I want you to rub me all over, give me a nice little massage, and then do you know what I'm going to do?"
"W-what?" Dave stammered.
She gave him a coy, other-worldly smile that made him wonder whether she was completely crazy and said: "Then I'm going to suck you off. I'm going to roll that big fat cock of yours inside my mouth until you cum in my throat, and you're going to love every minute of it."
Jesus, she was crazy. She was talking like some kind of maniac, but still there was no escaping the intense power she was wielding over him. Her lush tan body spread out on the table like that was indescribably luscious, and if he didn't do something soon, he was going to cum in his pants. Hurriedly he began stripping off his clothes, throwing them every which way on the floor in his haste. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts he pulled them down so that his cock sprang out thick and hard like a pole-vault rod. He could see her eyes locked on it and her tongue circling her ripe red lips. Damn, she was going to suck him off. It was too incredible to believe!
"Come, darling. Give Ann a nice massage. I want you to rub me all over. It'll feel so good."
In a trance-like state, the insurance salesman approached the table and glided his fingertips over her smoothly tapering back, up over the delicious melons of her buttocks and then down over her tapering thighs. She purred expectantly like a contented feline in contrast to the fevered activity of a moment ago when she had locked her legs around his head and opened her fevered cunt to the punishing thrusts of his tongue. That had just been to trap him, and she hadn't wanted to create too high a pitch of excitement immediately. That was the lure. Now they would slow down for just a moment and she would tease him until he was good and ready to fuck her.
He would remember this day the rest of his life, she reasoned, and he would come back for more any time she wanted him to. But that was the trick. He couldn't get any more until he joined the neighborhood swap club with his wife. What she was giving him now was the incentive to do just that. After all, if she didn't bring in a new member, she and Bob wouldn't be allowed to go themselves, and that was one thing she didn't want to miss, for the swap club had opened her eyes to pleasure more than anything before or since. It had made her perfectly capable of seducing a total stranger in her kitchen without feeling the slightest trace of remorse.
His hands felt so good running all over her naked body. She could feel his middle finger teasing the crevice of her buttocks, moving into the crotch of her thighs and grazing across her hotly moistened pussy lips. She could tell he was trembling with excitement now, but she wasn't going to let him have what he wanted - not yet anyway.
"Come on over this way," she instructed him. "Let Ann see that nice big cock of yours."
Goddamn, this was it, he thought. She was going to suck him off. His cock jumped at the thought, the blunt bloated head quivering and trembling in ecstatic expectancy. His balls had already filled with sperm, and they ached painfully as he positioned himself at the end of the table only inches away from her face.
Her head raised up slightly as she reached for his desire-stiffened penis and ran her finger lightly up and down the turgid length. Tracing the path of the thick blue veins, she circled the head and swirled her thumb over the tiny end-slit that was already moist with his secreting cum.
"Ummh, that's nice. It looks so hard and big. Do you think you can stick that down my throat?"
"You're damn right I can," Dave said with sudden firmness. He was tired of this game she was playing with him, tired of the way she was leading him on and purring at him. Hell, if she wanted to fuck, they were just going to fuck without a lot of fun and games beforehand. Suddenly he gripped her by the temples and forced his pounding cock hard against her sensually full lips until it slipped through and made electrifying contact with the hot moisture of her tongue.
"AAAGGGHH!" she gasped. "Not so fast." But her protest went unheeded, and she quickly adjusted herself to the task at hand. Her soft ripe lips closed around the salesman's hotly throbbing shaft, and her tongue began working its magic with lizard-like rapidity, taking quick stabs at the tiny slit, gliding around the soft sensitive skin of the underside to tease him even further.
Moaning like a wounded animal, he threw his head back and winced in pure sensual agony. God! It was ecstatically excruciating. If only he could get something like this in the course of every day's work! He looked down at her and saw her head begin to bob back and forth, her lips making lewd sucking noises as they held tightly around his throbbing cock-head on the backstroke. She was working like a machine now, her body writhing on the kitchen table from the intensity of her obscene ministrations, her breasts jiggling loosely over the edge.
With another groan, he bent his knees and reached down to the two lust-inciting mounds of her breasts, twisting his fingers into the pliant flesh until she mewled from the pain. He trapped her desire-swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger and rolled them back and forth, scraping them whit his nails, but she was unconscious of anything but pleasure as she slaved wetly over his semen-bloated'rod, sucking and milking with her cheeks puffing and hollowing in a madly intensifying rhythm. Her hands reached up and cupped his fire-inflamed testicles, giving them a squeeze that sent a sledgehammer pain through his tensed young body. His knees were practically knocking together ... he was going to cum any minute now, but he wanted more. He wanted to stick his hotly burning shaft inside her pussy, ram it up inside her belly as she writhed and bucked beneath him.
Never had he expected that he would be fucking a strange woman in broad daylight on her kitchen table. The very idea was so obscene that the thought of it made his cock swell to the bursting point. But now, he couldn't cum yet, and with a rude thrust of his hands against her shoulders, he pushed her away and withdrew his hotly excited cock from her mouth.
It quivered and trembled, glistening with the glow of her saliva from tip to base.
"Roll over, baby," he groaned. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
"Not now," she teased him. "I was saving that for next time. After all, we don't want to spoil things by going too fast, do we?"
"Just roll over and do what I say. I'm going to fuck you now whether you like it or not."
She knew she had him where she wanted him now. He was a lust-crazed animal with no willpower to tame his adulterous desires. The calm cool insurance salesman had turned into a raving beast, and foiling over, her whole body tingled with excitement at the thought of the way he was going to ravish her.
Dave Wilson didn't waste a second, quickly moving to the other end of the table and gripping the backs of her knees. With a thrust, he levered them up in the air until they were almost perfectly straight, her high-heeled sandals pointing toward the ceiling. His thickly quivering penis jutted out between his legs like a primeval spear only inches away from her yearning pussy hps, but he did not lunge forward . . . not yet. He was going to wait a minute and tease her the way she'd teased him, make her beg for it because he knew she wanted it just as badly as he wanted to give it to her.
"Beg," he snarled down at her. "Beg me for it."
"Give it to me, oh please give it to me," she mumbled incoherently in her excitement.
"Not like that. Tell me what you want."
"I WANT YOUR COCK!" she screamed shrilly so that her voice reverberated through the whole house. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
A mask of wanton lust distorting his face, the young man suddenly thrust his hips forward, driving his crazily throbbing hardness deep into her wide-flowering vagina. It made a harsh wet sucking noise and she squealed with delight as it rammed against her cervix. She bucked back against him, slapping her upturned ass against his lead-weighted balls, trying to take his cock farther and farther up inside her until it broke through the walls of her stomach and came out her throat.
He loomed over her spread-eagled body like a giant, his hands holding her legs wide apart so that her cunt was unbearably stretched to his mercy. The once-tiny passage of her cunt had opened into a wide tunnel of lust-heated flesh, but his hotly excited member expanded to fill every inch of it. He began a frenzied bucking motion, ramming back and forth, making lewd wet sluicing noises as her pussy lips clasped and unclasped madly around his bloated organ. Goddamn, she was deep! Nothing would satisfy her. She could take two or three cocks without any trouble at all. He could feel her juices oozing all around him, dribbling down over her rotating ass-cheeks. Her cuntal muscles twitched and spasmed around his aching cock-shaft, sending unfathomable thrills of delight shooting through his belly.
Impulsively, he rammed two fingers up into her tiny anus, enjoying the sudden surprised cry she uttered as her breath escaped from deep inside her chest. He twisted and screwed them around then so that she writhed like a skewered pig. She was muttering lewd curses now, gasping them out at the top of her lungs as she arched her back upward and gripped the sides of the table. Goddamn, he was sure everybody in the neighborhood would hear it, but his fear of discovery had been overwhelmed by his own animal lust, and he continued to slam into her cunt with relentless pile-driving force.
Off and on all day, Myra Bates had been searching for a good potential couple that Ann and Bob Wylie could introduce to the swapping club at the next meeting. She had even gone so far as to contact the local Welcome Wagon Committee under a reasonable pretext, and they had furnished her with the names of newcomers in the area. It had been a stroke of genius on her part, and she was anxious to give Ann the news.
Of course, you couldn't simply go up to new neighbors and tell them about the club. You had to socialize with them first and then break the news gradually. Nevertheless, she was confident that she and the young blonde could figure out a reasonable strategy that would work. With this in mind, she had called Ann several times in the past few hours, but there had been no answer, which was strange because Myra knew her neighbor was home.
Perhaps she'd been sleeping late or was busy cleaning out the basement and hadn't heard the phone ring. At any rate, it wouldn't do any harm to just drop in for a couple of minutes and perhaps discuss things over a cup of coffee.
Taking the addresses of the new neighbors in hand, the attractive dark-haired woman set out across the back lawn to the kitchen door of the Wylie home. When she was halfway to her destination, some strange noises came to her ears - grunting groaning sounds, punctuated by a desperate high-pitched wail. At first Myra thought it might be an intruder of some sort, but no, those sounds were unmistakable. Ann was fucking someone, and they certainly weren't doing it up in the bedroom. At this point, Myra's discretion told her to stop and head back to her own house, but on the other hand, an intense curiosity seized her, and after hesitating a moment she continued forward, stealthily making her way toward the kitchen door. Stepping up on tiptoes, she peered into the back window and beheld an incredible sight.
Discarded clothing was strewn all over the floor, and the place looked like a tornado had hit it, but that wasn't all. For on the kitchen table, she could see Ann Wylie flat on her back, her legs wrapped around a total stranger's back, the heels of her shoes digging tightly into his buttocks as he slammed his hips forward and back, ramming his cock inside her pussy.
A knowing smile crossed the older woman's face as she surreptitiously viewed the salacious scene. That swapping club had certainly done wonders for Ann, and Myra couldn't help admiring the degree of passion her neighbor was putting out now with a stranger. Or was he a stranger, she wondered. Perhaps she was having an affair with an outsider, someone who did not belong to the club. Inspecting the room for clues, though, Myra saw the man's attache case on one of the kitchen chairs and suddenly realized what the truth of the matter was: he was a salesman of some sort who had just dropped in - undoubtedly married and lived somewhere nearby.
Ann had simply seized on the opportunity to seduce him into joining the club, just as Myra had done with Ann's husband. Well, she was certainly learning fast. There was no question that she had talent, and at this realization, a slight pang of jealousy shot through Myra. To think that a few weeks ago Ann Wylie had been a married virgin, and now she was putting out like a lust-crazed vamp. Well, it just went to show you that people could change...
"I'm cumming, cumming!" Ann shouted inside the kitchen. Her whole body was twitching with frenzied desire now as Dave Wilson screwed ceaselessly in between her legs, his balls banging in tempo against her upturned ass-cheeks with each lust-inspired thrust.
Her muscles suddenly stiffened and her high heels jabbed into her partner's buttocks to spur him on, and then it came. His cock jerked and twitched in the heady wetness of her cunt, spouting jet after jet of hotly spewing cum into her love-drenched pussy.
"Oh, awwww, oh!" she chanted, her tightly impaled body dancing up and down off the table as she dug her fingers fervently into the sides. It was like heaven. Jesus, it felt good! Maddening spasms of desire assaulted every inch of her naked flesh, her lust-swollen breasts rose and fell as she gasped for air, and her taut belly quivered as hot swimming sperm penetrated her secret womb. Oh God! It was good. Incredibly good. There was no doubt in her mind that she had to. do everything in her power to make Dave Wilson a member of the club. True, Myra as hostess next week, would have first crack at him, but Ann was determined to persuade Bob to hold the next party at their house.
As her pussy lips clung hungrily to the young salesman's powerful cock, she could feel the tight-sucking edges being drawn away as he pulled out from her. Damn he had done a good job, she thought. He was a real talent that shouldn't be allowed to go to waste.
Her legs fell out to the sides and dangled over the edge of the kitchen table as Dave reeled back against the wall. Her pussy lips twitched again in echo of the frenzied fucking she'd just received, and now thick white droplets of his cum slid down her softly quivering inner thighs, trailing over the tops of her stockings in a lewdly flowing stream.
She was sated now, exhausted from the wanton buffeting she'd received, and with an effort, she pushed herself up on the table, pivoting her legs off and reaching down for her clothing. As she began slipping into her brassiere and panties, she noticed her partner slumped against the wall in a corner of the kitchen, his back against the far wall, his legs haphazardly spread apart. His eyes were glazed, a film of sweat covered his forehead, and his chest heaved as he struggled to keep his breath.
The poor man, Ann thought. He looked awfully exhausted. After all, it had been quite a surprise for him to encounter a sex-crazed female like herself when he had only expected to spend an hour or so talking about insurance.
As Ann was buttoning up her blouse, she heard a knock on the kitchen door, and through the window saw Myra standing outside. She felt no shame or surprise at this and very casually she strolled over and opened it.
"Oh hello, Myra," she said cheerfully. "Come on in."
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," the older woman said knowingly, shooting a quick glance at the insurance salesman in the corner of the room. "I just came over with a list of new couples who moved into the neighborhood. I thought it might be useful."
Dave Wilson for a moment thought he was on another planet somewhere. Not only had a perfect stranger just seduced him and allowed him to fuck her on the kitchen table, but now a second woman had just entered, seen him stark naked and was pretending that she hadn't noticed anything unusual. This was a crazy neighborhood all right, he told himself. Instinctively he reached for his clothing to cover his loins in embarrassment, blushing as he did so.
"Who's your friend?" Myra inquired in a sultry tone of voice.
"His name's Dave. He was just selling me some insurance."
"He must be quite a salesman. It looks like you two were having a good time anyway."
Stepping into his trousers, Dave hurriedly zipped them up and threw on his shirt. These two broads were nuts. They were both nymphomaniacs. Jesus! He was beginning to wonder whether his own wife did this kind of thing when he was out making calls . . . but no, it was impossible. She'd been brought up too strictly, and even now she was a little afraid to be venturesome in the bedroom, a fact which annoyed him because she had one hell of a sexy body, and he had been dying to get the most out of it for years now. She was always giving him excuses though ... It hurt too much, she had a headache, whatever. He sure as hell wished she could fuck like that lush little blonde, and at the
t same time, if she ever did, she would probably
I be out screwing everybody in the neighborhood.
"What's your hurry, Dave?" Ann inquired. "Why don't you stay and have another cup of coffee?"
"I ... I better get going," he stammered nervously, misbuttoning his shirt so that it was too high on one side and too low on the other.
"Don't be silly," Myra soothed. "Stay and talk with us for a while. You don't have to feel embarrassed." I The insurance salesman hardly knew what to do now. On the one hand, he felt like snatching up his attache case and bolting out the front door, and on the other hand, he was reluctant to leave these two tempting females who obviously hadn't the least hangup concerning sex. He had little choice when Myra placed her hands on his shoulders and gently steered him into a chair.
"We have something to talk to you about. I'm sure you'll find it interesting."
A moment later when Ann had fixed a new round of coffee, the three of them were sitting at the kitchen table almost as if nothing strange had happened. It was Ann who broached the subject of the neighborhood swap club first.
"I'm sure you enjoyed yourself today, but you realized of course, that no one gets something for nothing."
He squinted at the young blonde suspiciously.
"What do you mean by that? I didn't ask for anything. What is this, some kind of blackmail?"
"No, not blackmail at all," Myra interrupted. "We'd just like you to join a club. We're both members ourselves, and so are our husbands."
"You mean a wife-swapping club?"
"Yes, that's the idea, but it's perfectly respectable. Some of the best people in the neighborhood are members. We meet every few weeks, and we have a wonderful time. It takes a little while to get used to it, but after the second-or third gathering, I'm sure you and your wife will feel perfectly at ease ..." Myra continued.
At this, Dave suddenly jumped up from the table in anger.
"Now, wait a minute. It's one thing for me, but my wife ... I mean, my wife would never ..."
"You'd be surprised," Ann laughed. "I was a terrible prude before I joined the club three weeks ago, and now I feel completely free. I can do anything I want and enjoy it. Mate-swapping clubs aren't perverted like some people think . . . They're a truly liberating experience for husbands and wives alike."
"Listen," Dave protested. "You don't know my wife. I mean she's got a hell of a body, but if I told her what happened today . . . well, first of all she probably wouldn't believe me, but if she did, she'd probably sue for divorce."
"Oh really, I don't think so," Myra said. "You should stop around with her sometime, and think about it meanwhile. You see, Ann is a new member, and according to the club rules, she has to introduce another couple at the next meeting, which will be next Wednesday. You'll have a couple of days to talk it over with her."
By now Dave's head was spinning crazily. He couldn't believe that he was still in a normal suburban neighborhood talking to two seemingly normal housewives in the same way he would talk about insurance. But still he couldn't deny the reality.
"I think I need a drink," he said finally.
"Good! I was waiting to hear you say that," Myra replied. "It will probably help you restore your energy. What do you say we go over to my place? It's just across the way."
Ann did not protest as her older neighbor led the young insurance salesman across the lawn. After all, she had already laid a solid claim on him, and besides, whatever Myra could offer would be an extra inducement for Dave and his wife to join the club.
The young blonde was alone now in the kitchen sipping her coffee, but she felt pleasantly satisfied. She was awaiting Bob's return in hopes the company would not extend his stay in Oklahoma. But even if they did, she was sure to have a good time at the party anyway. After all, there were so many men in the neighborhood she hadn't tried yet, and each of them could probably show her something new.
