MAX LERNER, IN HIS WORK, AMERICA AS A CIVILIZATION, writes that "sexual revolt in America has asserted three freedoms: the freedom to break the formal codes; the freedom to diverge from the majority sexual patterns into deviant behavior; the freedom to lead a fully expressive sexual life in the pursuit of happiness. It is the last of these three which has become most meaningful in recent years." Linda Sherman's life had been one of sexual repression, even with husband Rod. However, swap parties with the Thorntons and Hopkinses soon solved that problem. Happiness in the pursuit of pleasure became a way of life with her. And Rod found himself unable to control his lusting wife, while realizing at the same time how much he really loved her.
CHAPTER ONE
"YOU'VE BEEN HERE FIVE MINUTES, AND you haven't spoken that many words," Madge Thornton said.
Rod Sherman lifted his eyes from the lovely woman's bare legs. One long, shapely leg was crossed over the other, swinging rhythmically, the white spike-heeled shoes dangling on her toes. Her full lips were parted in a smile, showing perfect white teeth, and her green eyes were sparkling. Her auburn hair was cut short in the latest style, like his wife's blonde hair, but her features weren't as pretty as Linda's.
"I've been waiting for you to do the talking," he said, grinning, wondering if he should get up from the easy chair and let her see that he already had an erection. "Tony told me to drop by this afternoon. He said he'd talked it over with you."
"You still haven't discussed it with your beautiful young wife, Rod?"
"No. I agreed to bring her here and let Tony work on her, but it's to be done without my telling her anything. I can't make any promises. That's what I told Tony. He said to let him worry about that."
"My husband sometimes has a tendency to be overly confident," Madge said, uncrossing her legs. She stood up from the couch. "However, if he's willing to gamble..."
As her words trailed off, Rod got to his feet. Her eyes dropped to the bulge his straining pecker was making in his gray slacks. Her tongue came out and licked at her full lips, leaving them glistening with moisture.
"I've been letting you do the leading mostly because Tony is gambling, Mrs. Thornton. Another reason, of course, is because walking in cold like this, even with your husband's permission, isn't exactly the best way to-"
"You don't look so cold," she interrupted, lifting her gleaming green eyes to his. She laughed softly, then, "I think that under these circumstances you'd better call me Madge, don't you?"
"All right," he said. "Now what do we do, Madge? Or maybe I should've asked where."
She sobered. "Since we seem to have managed to turn this into something akin to a commercial venture, it'd be silly to rush into each other's arms now. Give me five minutes. You may leave your clothes here. I'll be in the first bedroom on the left."
Her eyes flicked down to his thrusting hardness again. Then she turned and hurried across the living room. Her ass jiggled under the light-weight blue frock. She didn't look back before entering what appeared to be a hallway.
Rod slipped out of his sport jacket, then sat down and removed his shoes and socks. The soft carpet felt good to his feet. He should have taken command of the situation and screwed her right there, he thought. He glanced at his wrist watch. He'd wait six minutes. He chuckled under his breath. That should show her that he was just as cool and calm as she seemed to be-or help to make it appear that way.
He glanced around the large room-expensive furniture, in a brick house that had to list at fifty grand. It probably wasn't paid for, though. Not judging by the way his boss was always poor-mouthing. Maybe Madge kept him broke. She looked like she'd be an expensive bitch. He'd soon find out if she was as hot as she looked. Aside from her eyes, she sure as hell didn't act very sexy.
Standing again, he removed his tie and white shirt. He saw that two minutes had passed. He'd lost most of his erection. But it'd come back. For a second bout, even, if she wanted it. And for a third, if she proved willing to give it some help. He dropped his slacks and shorts. Maybe she'd use her mouth.
His penis began to lift again. Any way would have been okay with him right then. He hadn't had a piece of ass in three or four days. Linda had been having her period, and he hadn't been able to score with any of the female customers. Since he'd started working for Tony, he'd made it with an average of about one eager gal a week. That'd make eight or nine, now. And he'd managed to sell used cars to five of them.
One had been a beast. He'd unloaded a junker on her, but it was what she wanted-and what she deserved. The car had been so old it had a right to be worn-out. The woman herself had been well under forty. Hot-looking stuff, really. But her hole had been so big, so damned sloppy, that he'd had to concentrate like hell. As well as having to hump and pump like crazy to cause enough friction to get his gun. She'd made it twice, so she'd said. He hadn't been able to feel anything.
But he'd usually been luckier. He could count on one hand the number of disappointing pieces he'd had like that. All the rest had been much better, and he was already sure that Madge was going to be one of the best. A guy like Tony wouldn't have anything else around.
He folded his slacks, then put his wrist watch on an end table. Four minutes had passed. Maybe he'd better go on in. Tony's wife would probably laugh if she knew he was watching the time. She'd just meant for him to give her a chance to get undressed.
Five minutes would be gone by the time he reached her, anyhow. And if he didn't stop thinking about sloppy twats, all the stiffness would be gone from his six-and-a-half-inch prick.
The size wasn't anything to brag about, even if the tool was bigger around than the average. But he'd had enough compliments on the way he could use what he had. Not from Linda, of course. His young wife wouldn't talk about sex. And for some damn reason, he couldn't really let himself go with her.
Because she was his wife, he guessed. Something about being married seemed to ruin everything. She was always yapping about settling down and saving, having something someday. Rod was of the opinion that they were too young to worry about that, they should have their fun while they could. Hell, he was only twenty-three. He hadn't even wanted to get married.
She'd hooked him, really. Holding out on him, letting him touch but not have. He should've raped her. He'd been nuts. He'd let her drive him out of his mind, by damn. Almost before he knew it, he'd found himself married. Just to screw her. That was what it amounted to. And she hadn't been a virgin. Not that he gave a damn about that. But she'd lied.
She was a good piece, but he knew if she'd just let herself go and move more, she could make it better for them both. She was only nineteen. Maybe he just didn't have what it took to really turn her on. Married only six months, and already they acted as if they'd been married six years.
Well, it wasn't a time to be thinking about his wife.
Another man's wife was waiting for him. Madge was twenty-eight, Tony had said, and he was twenty-nine. They'd been married five years. Both had been swingers and the marriage had turned them into swinging swappers. Rod had been surprised by the blunt way Tony had talked. He still was.
His stiff shaft swaying, Rod strode across the living room and into the hallway. All that easy pussy up for grabs. Five couples in the group so far. Five men's wives he could have. Counting Madge. And all he had to do was let Linda do what he'd been doing right from the beginning-if Tony could manage to get into her pants and get her started. He didn't think he could ever get up enough nerve to bring up the subject of swapping.
The bedroom door was open. Inside was a king-size bed. Madge, dazzlingly naked, was on her back. Her tits were bigger than he'd thought, almost as big as Linda's heavy mounds. The twin beauties poked straight up in that position. The nipples were big-thicker and longer than his wife's pointed tips, and brown instead of pinkish.
The reddish-brown pubic hairs were a darker shade. The belly-button was shallow, like Linda's, and the unblemished flesh was a deep tan all over. A towel and a wash cloth were neatly folded on the headboard.
He felt that he'd gone about the whole thing in the wrong way. They should've at least kissed and necked before getting naked.
"We have a high fence around the patio, and I sunbathe in the nude," Madge informed him.
He stopped beside the bed and met her glittering green eyes. "That answers that question," he said.
Her gaze returned to his thrusting tool. "I like the answer to one of the questions I had in my mind," she said, parting her legs. "Now climb on and show me how you can use that rod, Rod."
"I wish I could say that was the first time I'd heard that," he said, staring at her exposed snatch, the outer lips with the pink slit between them. "This is so much like a commercial venture that I just might forget and offer to pay. With money instead of my wife, I mean."
"For some reason or other we just got off to a bad start," she said. "Maybe because I don't really like the idea of tricking your sweet young wife."
He climbed onto the bed. He couldn't say that he liked the idea, either. But it'd still be up to Linda. It wasn't as if she'd be raped. There'd just be a few drinks, then Tony would go to a bedroom with Linda. He'd promised not to use force. "Now what are you waiting for?" He'd pushed in between the warm, sleek thighs. Her guiding fingers were smooth and strangely cool. He pulled back and sat on his haunches. There was a faint smile on her full lips, and what seemed to be mockery in her eyes.
"This is no good," he said. "It's too much like getting ready to screw a whore. A cold-assed whore, at that."
"Then heat me up," she whispered. She laughed low in her throat, then said, "I'm not cold, you can bet your poking prick on that. But I'll admit I've let myself become spoiled by sexually sophisticated men like Tony."
He leaned forward and grabbed both of her up-thrusting tits. He squeezed, feeling the big nipples stiffening against his palms. She winced, but she didn't protest. He pinched the thick tips, then rolled them around between his thumbs and forefingers.
A little gasp escaped from between her parted lips. He popped a turgid nipple into his mouth and sucked on the hard flesh, liking the smoothness, liking the eager way she was thrusting more of the firm tit up to his greedy mouth.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders. He kissed and licked a moist trail into the delectable valley, up the other resilient mound, then tongued and sucked that elongated tip. He bit lightly with his teeth, causing her to gasp loudly and bring her fingers to his head. He tongued his way to her open mouth.
He probed deep into the moist warmth. She jabbed her tongue back at him just as passionately. He clamped down on the slippery protuberance and began to suck. Her body started to squirm. He stroked her sleek, naked torso, stopping and gripping with his fingers when he reached the softly rounded hips.
He soon stopped sucking on her tongue, but he let her break the feverish kiss. He wasn't sure that he should go down on her. His discussions with her husband hadn't gone that far. A few females he'd tongued to an orgasm had looked at him scornfully afterward. That was the main reason he hadn't tried it with Linda.
But hadn't Madge said something about Tony being sexually sophisticated? Yes. Besides, she was a swapper. She'd think he was a square if he didn't at least take a taste. Such erotic activities were an important part of being a swinger.
"I'm getting hot," she said. "Do anything you want with me, but please do it right away."
A few seconds had passed while he'd been gazing into her passion-filmed eyes. Before she'd finished her calmly whispered words, he was blazing a hot, wet trail down across her gently rounded belly. He skirted the lifting pussy, knowing that he'd done right by the way she helpfully moved her legs so that he could get at her inner thighs.
He lavished his attentions there for a full minute. He had her steaming-, squirming, but he wanted to make her beg. It still seemed as if he was sexing it up with a whore. He'd never knowingly gone down on a professional prostitute-not, he guessed, that it made all that much difference.
He was sure that he had to satisfy Madge to get a chance at the other wives. If he somehow goofed, she might tell her husband to cancel the whole deal. She was a strange one. Even though her lovely body was wriggling passionately, he sensed that mentally she was almost as aloof and detached as she'd been in the beginning.
Breaking down that aloofness was a challenge. His prick was stiffly swollen, throbbing with the need to spill his lust, but he knew that thirty seconds would be just about his limit.
Once he buried his shaft in the heat of her body there would be no stopping. He'd leave her hanging. He had to make her come with his tongue...
"Your teasing's turning into torture, damn it!"
They weren't begging words, but they were just as good. The curly hairs were already parted. He covered the soft, smooth vaginal lips with his open mouth. She moaned and surged upward. He slipped his hands around and under, grabbed her tensed butt, then exhaled.
This brought her hands to his head; her fingernails dug into his scalp. He licked, jabbed, and found her passion button. She started hunching with his stimulating caresses. It was the biggest clit he'd ever tongued. He lapped the swollen bud with abandon, enjoying himself tremendously, aware that she wanted to climax that way.
It didn't take long. He felt her go taut, then quiver as the ecstatic waves sent her hips writhing wildly. He held on tightly to her wriggling ass and kept on with his tongue-lashing until she tensed again, shuddered violently, and went limp. He pushed his head up against her clutching fingers, his throbbing cock threatening to disgorge its scalding load before he could get it buried in her juicy cunt.
But he made it. With her help. He plunged deep, mashed his wet mouth to hers, and then screwed her furiously for all of twenty seconds. He didn't even try to hold back. He just let his passion spurt, jerking and jolting to her returned thrusts, breaking the tongue-probing kiss only after the last drop had been drained. She was a damned good piece of ass, and the next time he'd show her that he was, too.
Lifting his chest from her resilient tits, he braced on his hands and arms. Her green eyes were still filmed with passion. She smiled and reached for the towel. At the right time he withdrew and flopped over on his back. She tossed the damp wash cloth onto his limp pecker. Then, holding the towel in place, she rolled over and over until she could swing her feet from the giant bed.
She stood there and laughed low in her throat. "To be continued? I hope, I hope!"
"You can bet your snapping snatch on that," he said, chuckling. "Or didn't you think I had time to notice?"
"I'm glad you aren't giving out with excuses for being fast," she said, watching as he cleaned himself. "Are you that uninhibited with Linda?"
"No. And don't ask why. I couldn't give you one real good reason. I guess it's just one of those things."
"Maybe joining our group will be good for your marriage," she said, turning and swaying toward the adjoining bathroom. "I'll only be a minute."
She wasn't gone much longer than that. When she returned, carrying a fresh towel, his dick was at attention again. He was pleased that he'd apparently qualified as a prospective member of the swapping group. A part of the reason for his renewed arousal was due to thoughts about the other-as yet unknown and unseen-wives, but the sight of Madge and his anticipation of what he was sure she'd do would've been enough to give him another hard on.
She sat down on the side of the bed, her knees turned toward his face. He moved over so that she could reach him. She looked at his stiff penis.
"I've only seen Linda a few times, Rod. She's a beautiful girl. Are you sure you won't be jealous?"
"I'm not sure of anything," he said. "I'm not even sure she'll go for the swapping idea. What if Tony doesn't score with her? What if I change my mind?"
"The answer to both questions is practically the same, Rod."
"I suppose both questions were foolish," he said. "I thought I might just be able to keep on visiting you, though."
"We've already made an exception in your case. It was Tony's idea all the way. He wants Linda so badly that he took a chance on letting you visit me without being sure he'd get anything in return."
"That sounds as if you couldn't have cared less whether I came here or not."
She put out her hand and wrapped her fingers around his thrusting cock, just below its glistening head. "Even when rules are broken, others take their place, Rod. It wouldn't be fair to Tony for me to keep on having sex with you, without him having your wife. I do hope it works out so that we can keep on seeing each other, though. It'd be disappointing if I didn't get a chance at this delightful hunk of hard flesh again."
He watched as she began sliding her fingers up and down his stiff shaft. She was in for a surprise. He'd be able to last a long time now, no matter what she did.
"Tony sure made the parties sound exciting," he said. "I've had a lot of females, but I've never had two at the same time. I've never screwed right in front of people, either-except in cars a few times, with another couple making it on the other seat. The group-sex stuff must really be way-out wild, huh?"
"Fascinatingly so," she said, darting her tongue around her full lips. "Will tomorrow evening be all right? You could bring Linda for dinner. We'll have a few drinks after we eat, shoot the breeze, and see what happens."
"I'll have her here," he said. "Will there be anybody else?"
"Just the four of us, Rod. Later, if it turns out that Linda's willing, we'll have parties that'll blow your mind."
"You just said the magic word," he said, grinning and making a few slow thrusts against her gripping fingers. "My wife doesn't put her mouth on me, either."
"It sounds more and more like a dull and boring marriage," Madge said, giving out with her little laugh. "No wonder you jumped at Tony's offer. How do you know that Linda doesn't have sex with other men?"
He'd asked himself that question a few times. "I couldn't swear that she doesn't," he said. "I think I'd be able to sense it if she did, though."
"I think we've talked enough for now," Madge said, managing to keep a grip on his poking prick as she got on the bed. Suspended over his legs, she put her weight on her knees and fondled his balls with her other hand. She met his eyes and smiled. "As a whore might say, all the way like this?"
"No," he said. "Not unless we go a third time. I haven't really had a chance to prove that I'm not like a rabbit. I've been looking forward to feeling your snapper again."
She lowered her parted lips and nicked her hot tongue against the head of his rigid cock. He lifted his butt a few inches off the mattress. She opened her mouth wide and took the swollen head in her wet, warm mouth. He lowered his ass and entangled his fingers in her silky-soft auburn hair.
She ran her tongue around his coronal ridge as she sucked. He couldn't suppress a series of little gasps, but he removed his fingers from her hair. She didn't need any encouragement. She was doing it because she really enjoyed doing it, he knew. So many females seemed to go through the motions mostly because it was expected of them.
Not this hot gal. She was trying to swallow it. Her teeth weren't scraping' or scratching, either. She knew exactly what to do to give the utmost in thrilling pleasure. It'd never felt so good before-not even the few times he'd allowed a man to do it. Maybe he should tell her to go ahead and finish him off like that. He'd have just about bet anything that she wouldn't pull away at the last moment, or choke or gag during or after draining him dry.
She stopped and lifted her face-reluctantly, it seemed to him. Her green eyes were glittering with lust. "Some other time," she said. "I hope there'll be other times. Stay on your back. I want to ride this joystick. Does Linda ever get on top?"
"No," he said. "She has to be on her back with her toes just right or some damn thing."
"Sad," Madge said, straddling him, balancing on one hand as she guided with the other. He didn't move. She lowered herself slowly, engulfing his throbbing tool inch by inch, halting and putting her other hand on the mattress beside his head with two or three inches yet to go. She twitched her inner muscles. "Your lovely young wife doesn't do that?"
He'd gasped while experiencing the wonderful sensation. His hands were at his sides, free of her lovely body, because he felt it important that he prove he was capable of restraint. Gazing into her gleaming eyes, he successfully resisted the urge to spear himself deep up into her hot, moist flesh.
"I've found few females with snappers," he said. "I imagine it takes a lot of practice." He gritted his teeth as she again clamped down and milked his hardness for a few seconds. "And a lot of determination, for that matter."
The little laugh he was beginning to expect and like came from deep within her throat. "I think you'd be an excellent addition to our sex-happy group, Rod. Let's hope your beautiful wife doesn't turn out to be too square to even consider becoming a swinging swapper. Hold on, honey!"
He didn't say anything. He just grabbed the wriggling ass of another man's wife and held on as she bounced like crazy. Nor did he give much thought to his own beautiful young wife. He'd already made up his mind about what he wanted her to do. He'd give Tony Thornton a chance; but if his boss failed, he'd have a talk with Linda himself.
When Madge finally got tired and faltered, Rod flipped her over on her back and screwed her long and blissfully. And even as he exploded spasmodically, he started looking forward to making it with the other swinging wives.
CHAPTER TWO
AS SOON AS TONY GOT HOME, HE WANTED to hear how everything had worked out. He'd given Rod the rest of the day off when sending him to visit Madge, so he hadn't heard his employee's version yet.
Madge was at the bar in the living room preparing their usual before-dinner drinks. She smiled and said that everything had worked out just fine.
When they were seated on a couch, sipping their drinks, Madge went into details about her afternoon session with Rod. Tony listened with great interest, then remarked how strange it seemed that such an uninhibited young man could be so stupidly backward around his own beautiful young wife.
"Are you sure he isn't giving us both a line of bullshit for some reason, Madge?"
"I doubt it," Madge said. "We had a long talk before he left. He's a pussy-hound from the word go. Did you know that he's had sex in one form or another with five of your female customers?"
"Just so he doesn't fool with the male customers," Tony said, chuckling. "And as long as he keeps selling cars. Did you get around to telling him that you want Linda just as badly as I do?"
"No," Madge said, finishing her highball. She tousled his curly black hair as he emptied his glass. "It'd break your heart if you didn't get that lovely blonde piece, wouldn't it?"
His dark eyes were serious. "I wouldn't go so far as to say that. I see many beauties I know I can never have. If fate doesn't mean for me to have Linda, that's just the way it goes. I won't use force, you know, and I want you to promise that you won't."
She arched her eyebrows. "And if I do use a degree of force, dear husband?"
"I'm serious, Madge. Linda's a sweet kid. I've only talked to her four or five times, but I know she isn't like..."
"Me?" Madge asked softly, shortly after his words trailed off. "And the other hot-ass wives?"
"You know what I mean," Tony said, getting to his feet. "Do you want another drink?"
"I know what you mean, and I don't want another drink, Tony. Dinner will get cold. You'd better remember one thing, honey. This was your idea about working it this way. I'd much rather they'd talk it over before coming here together."
"We've already been through this," Tony said, taking her glass from her hand. "If Rod can't find the nerve to give the more erotic acts a try with his wife, how do you expect him to find the nerve to mention swapping? Do you want to call it off?"
"I didn't say that," Madge said, watching as Tony turned and walked to the bar.
Her husband was tall and handsome. Much more handsome than Rod. Linda's husband was shorter and more muscular. Their tools were about the same size, though. Tony would be glad to know that. Among the husbands there was sometimes a degree of envy or jealousy, just as there was among the wives, where feminine curves were concerned.
Tony placed the glasses on the bar and turned. He'd lost most of his hard-on. She met his eyes. "Maybe I just wanted to be able to put the blame on you if things went wrong," she said. She stood up. "I do want Linda just as much as you do. I hope it turns out that she-likes to swing in all directions. Or learns to like everything."
"It's only fair that she enjoy herself sexually, Madge."
"I'm convinced," Madge said, smiling. "So's Rod. Now it's up to you to convince the lovely young beauty."
"I'll do my best," Tony said, grinning. "Tomorrow night, huh? I suppose it's too late to change it to this evening. I know you aren't too tired, but I imagine Rod was really dragging ass when he left."
"As a matter-of-fact, the greedy young fellow was ready for another session after we'd showered and dressed. I gave him the bit about learning to conserve his strength. Besides, Linda's been having her period. Rod said he'd let you know for sure tomorrow about our planned trickery."
"I'll keep my fingers crossed," Tony said. "In the meantime, if you've cooked your usual good meal, I just might see how tired you are. It might be fun to have a go at my own lovely wife for a change. How long has it been-a week?" He moved toward Madge.
She stepped into his circling arms and parted her lips for his kiss. But they broke the kiss before it could turn into one of passion. His hands had slipped down to her buttocks and now he playfully pulled her against his resurgent hardness, then released her.
"Dinner will get cold, remember?"
She snapped her fingers. "Ava Hopkins called! How the hell did that slip my mind? Bert's out of town, and I told her to come on over. Any objections?"
He chuckled. "What a foolish question!" He patted her butt. "Did you ever know me to offer any objections to a threesome?"
Madge smiled and followed her aroused husband to the kitchen. She'd never known him to offer any objections to anything having to do with sex, where women were concerned. Men, of course, were another matter. like most straight males, Tony said he got a queasy feeling around queer men. But, also like most so-called straight males, he admitted to having allowed queers to blow him.
After eating, with Tony having given his usual compliments on her cooking, Madge washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen while he went for a shower. Because of their parties, their way of life, they didn't want a servant living on the premises. An elderly woman came twice a week to do the major cleaning.
Ava and Bert Hopkins were members of the swapping group. Bert, at forty-one, had a half interest in a chain of cut-rate wholesale houses throughout the state. He had to travel a great deal. He always referred to his penis as his snake.
And rightly so, Madge, Ava, and the other wives thought. His snake was eight and a quarter inches long when stiff. If he was drinking it took him over an hour to climax. Otherwise, and provided there were enough stimulating sights, he could make it in about thirty minutes. If he didn't want to explode, he could hold back almost indefinitely, drinking or not drinking.
Madge, along with the other wives, no longer rushed to take him on, once the novelty of having such a big, long-lasting snake had worn off. They agreed with Ava that at times there could be too much of a good thing. Ava was Bert's third wife. She always laughed and said he'd pronged the other two to death. Actually, they'd divorced him because they got tired of his big snake and wouldn't consent to joining a swapping group-so Bert said.
Ava, at twenty-six, was a big flashy blonde with big boobies. She was bisexual, like Madge, but when she had a choice she went the Lesbian route. She could and did take all of her husband's long snake, though she usually finished him with her mouth.
These thoughts flashed through Madge's mind as she greeted Ava at the front door. She felt a surge of excitement when the big blonde briefly embraced her and kissed her lightly on the lips. It was as if she hadn't had sex with Rod that afternoon.
Tony was at the bar preparing highballs. Ava swayed over and kissed his cheek. He patted her big butt, then handed her a drink. "We might have another blonde member soon, hot-stuff. We've gotten things started, at least. She's a smaller version of you Ava-huh, Madge?"
"Yum-yum," Ava said, meeting Tony's eyes, then walking over and sitting down on a couch. "I don't think we should talk about her or her husband until things are set."
Ava laughed. Her laugh was like her speaking voice, low and husky. Sexy. "Then we won't talk about them." She swayed over and sat down beside Madge, sipped at her drink, then said, "Bert has a couple lined up, but we aren't sure they'd be accepted by the group."
"Why?" Tony asked, bringing a drink to Madge.
"It'll be easier to show you," Ava said, placing her hand on Madge's nearest bare knee. "I have a Polaroid shot in my handbag. It's in color." She laughed and squeezed Madge's knee. "And I do mean color!"
Tony went over and got the white handbag. He'd slipped into slacks and a sport shirt. Ava was wearing a white knit dress, the stretchy garment hugging her lush body. Madge had put on fresh panties, bra, and a clean, olive-green frock.
Ava finished her drink and exchanged the glass for her handbag. While she fished for the picture, Madge and Tony finished their drinks. Tony took the empty glasses to the bar, then returned and sat down on the opposite side of Ava.
"We'll probably have to take a vote on this couple," Ava said. "Some of the members might object. Remember when Bert said we should try an advertisement in one of those small magazines for swingers? Well, he did."
Madge stared at the snapshot, feeling her heartbeat quicken, almost afraid to meet Tony's eyes. She'd never had a black man. Or a black woman. The couple in the picture were very dark brown, young, and naked. She'd often wondered if all the stories she'd heard about Negro men were based on a myth.
This muscular young man's tool was limp, but she could tell that even expanded into an erection it wouldn't be much bigger than Tony's. Or Rod's. And it wasn't in a class with Bert's big snake, by any stretch of the imagination.
The young Negro woman was pretty. She was smiling, showing even white teeth, and her perky breasts rode high on her chest. Her waist was tiny, her hips full and rounded, her legs long and shapely. The dark triangle was fascinating. A quick glance told Madge that Tony was staring, his handsome face slightly flushed.
"They live in a town eighty miles from here," Ava said, breaking what was to Madge a strained silence. "Bert didn't know they were colored when he wrote and then looked them up. He brought back the picture to show me."
"Judging from the way you're talking, I take it that you and Bert would vote yes, Ava."
"Why not? It wouldn't be a first for either one of us, Tony. Don't tell me you're shocked. Madge? How about you?"
Madge didn't lift her eyes from the picture. "I guess I am a little shocked. I just hadn't given any thought to ... to integrating our group."
"Don't we want new members? I can assure you that the color won't rub off, darling. How about that, Tony? Don't tell me you haven't screwed a few dark tails."
"I've also screwed a Chinese girl, a Hindu, and an American Indian. But I was thinking of Madge. Meaning, of course, that I'm not sure I'd want her to have sex with a colored man. Or a colored woman."
"I wouldn't want to do anything Tony didn't want me to do," Madge said, watching as Ava dropped the exciting picture into the handbag. She laughed nervously. "Not that I'm even sure I could give it a try with either one of them!"
"We all have fantasies," Ava said, closing the handbag. "I've always tried to live mine. In fact, I can't think of anything I haven't tried. There's no rush about making a decision. Bert said we'd just kind of sound the members out."
Tony took the handbag from Ava's hands and stood up. "At the next party with all members present, we'll take a vote on it." He tossed the handbag to the end of the couch and met Madge's eyes. "With the understanding that just one vote against it means no dice. Okay, honey?"
"That sounds fair enough," Madge said, almost sure that at least one member would vote no, and feeling a little pang of disappointment because she might not get to live her wild fantasies. Not, she thought, that she hadn't already lived most of them.
"I'm sorry I started what's turning out to be such a long conversation," Ava said. "Why don't we use our tongues for something besides talking?"
"That's what I like about you," Tony said, chuckling. He dropped to his knees to take off her spike heels. "You're such an honest bitch, I mean. Crude, but honest."
"I'll never understand why you put up with this jerk," Ava said good-naturedly.
"Because he lets me have hot-ass gals like you," Madge said, tugging on the zipper that ran all the way down to the big blonde's butt. She palmed her way back up along the warm, smooth flesh to the bra hooks. "And maybe because I need a man more than you do."
"You just need one more often," Ava said, laughing and getting to her feet. "If I didn't enjoy a stiff prick, you can bet your sweet ass I wouldn't be here."
"A listener would think you two didn't like each other," Tony said, looking up as Ava shrugged the dress and bra off over her shoulders and arms.
"And a viewer could soon know differently," Madge said, not sure that she liked the idea of brown or black flesh having touched Ava's creamy white flesh. Male? Female? Both, she guessed. She'd ask the first chance she got. When Tony wasn't around. He'd seemed even more shocked by the picture of the Negro couple than she'd been.
Tony pulled down on the tight dress while Ava wiggled her fanny. She sat down, and he tugged the stretchy garment over her bare feet. Madge began fondling the nearest big breast. Tony sat down on the other side of her and began fondling the other thrusting mound. Ava leaned back to make it easier for them to get their mouths and tongues on the erect nipples.
Tony started licking and sucking right away. But Madge, keeping her hand busy on the poking tittie, moved so that she could kiss Ava's moist, parted lips. She darted her tongue into the blonde's hot mouth. Ava's tongue was right there, meeting hers, then darting and probing into her mouth. Madge started stroking Ava's firmly rounded thigh.
Her fingers met Tony's at the edge of the brief pan ties. She broke the tongue-probing kiss and saw that her husband was waiting for a turn at Ava's mouth. She watched their passionate kissing for a few seconds, then lowered her open mouth to the big mound of firm flesh. She jabbed her tongue in to and around the hard tip. Then she began sucking, drawing as much of the smooth flesh as she could into her mouth, feeling her own nipples harden as her passion began to build.
But Madge wasn't in a hurry, and she knew that Tony and Ava weren't in a hurry. They'd had and enjoyed their threesome sessions many times before. They looked upon sex as a form of art, and they considered themselves first-class artists.
When Tony went back to Ava's tit, Madge went back to her mouth. The husband and wife switched around that way several times. Then, putting her hands on their heads, Ava drew both their mouths to her big breasts. They feasted greedily and kept their fingers trailing caressingly up and down her thighs.
Madge finally hooked her fingers under the narrow waistband of Ava's panties. Tony did the same on the other side. They tugged on the thin obstacle and Ava lifted her buttocks helpfully. When the panties were around Ava's knees, Tony pulled his mouth from a swollen nipple and slipped to his knees on the soft carpet. Madge pulled her mouth from the other swollen nipple and started kissing Ava's mouth again.
She felt Ava's legs parting. Or being parted. She felt one of Tony's hands as he gripped Ava's hips. She felt Ava lurch as Tony buried his face against the blonde pussy. She knew the exact moment when her husband's tongue touched the blonde's most sensitive spot, the delightful clit she'd touched so many times with her tongue, because Ava broke the feverish kiss, gasped, and lurched.
Madge pulled away and got to her feet. She watched as Ava entangled her fingers in Tony's dark, curly hair and squirmed her hips and bottom in harmony with the lavish attentions. When she saw that the erotic activities were going to be continued until Ava climaxed, she started taking off her clothes.
She was down to her panties when Ava writhed wildly and cried out that she was coming. Tony's head bobbed faster. Ava clamped her thighs against his face and tensed. Then she shuddered violently and went limp. Tony pulled back and away, his lips glistening, his stiff dick making his slacks poke out.
Madge peeled out of her panties. She knew that her aroused husband wasn't yet ready to bury his hard cock in a cunt. She dropped to the thick carpet and got on her back. Ava scooted her butt off the couch and got on her hands and knees. Suspended over Madge's tanned nakedness, the blonde began kissing the jutting titties.
Ava licked and sucked on one hard-tipped mound and then the other. Entangling her fingers in the silky-soft blonde hair, Madge soon started squirming her heated body in eager anticipation. Her tits were very sensitive, she enjoyed having them feasted upon, but she'd already gotton steaming hot from watching Tony going down on Ava.
It didn't take much pressure to get the vivacious blonde started on the delightful downward journey. When her wet lips and darting tongue were in the vicinity of Madge's shallow navel, Tony started taking off his clothes. Madge knew then that her husband was going to screw Ava first.
She didn't mind. She'd have her turn later. One of her favorite sex acts was being penetrated by a male while she was going down on a female, but she could easily understand why Tony would want Ava first. He could screw his wife just about any time. Besides, she'd had Rod Sherman just a few hours before and that young man had given her a damned good pronging.
Ava skirted around Madge's lifting pussy, but Madge didn't mind that, either. The delay would make the glorious sensations even better when the tongue-lashing contact was made. She moved her legs helpfully, thrilling to the hot mouth and tongue caressing her inner thighs, thinking briefly about how much better it was when another female bestowed the most intimate of all kisses.
Tony got on his knees behind the blonde's uplifted buttocks. He only stroked her creamy smooth flesh with his fingers, though. Madge knew that he was waiting, stalling until he was sure that he could time his climax just right. Ava, quick-triggered and able to spasm almost without limit, could easily time another climax to blend simultaneously.
Later, after the three of them had taken the fine edge off their keyed-up passions, they'd go to a bed where they'd do even more exciting things to and with each other. The extended sex sessions after the fairly fast releases were even more enjoyable, Madge thought. And, when Tony finally dropped out, she and Ava would still be going strong.
Madge gasped and lurched upward as Ava's greedy mouth covered her moist split. Ava's experienced tongue parted the outer lips, then expertly slithered into the hot flesh and lapped at Madge's stiff and slippery passion-button. Madge, moving her hips and buttocks along with Ava's skillful stimulating caresses, saw one hand go back to guide Tony's thrusting tool.
After Tony was embedded and had started his steady strokes, Ava began plunging her tongue in the same tempo. Both of the blonde's hands slipped under and grabbed Madge's firm fanny. Madge, already wriggling, quickly picked up the rhythm that had the three of them moving as one.
She gazed into her husband's passion-filmed dark eyes. "You're about there, aren't you, honey?"
"I can hold back a little longer," he said, the words coming out plainly enough even though he was gritting his teeth. "Why? Do you want me to shift?"
"No," Madge said, feeling the beginning of her climax. "There isn't enough time." She moaned and clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip for a few seconds. Then she yelled, "I'm coming-right now!"
Tony began screwing Ava with deeper and faster thrusts. Ava's tongue lashed Madge's clit even more furiously. Madge raced her hips in tune with the faster tempo. She rolled her head back and forth on the carpet and cried out as the ecstatic spasms gripped her.
She could see and feel the spasms shuddering through Ava's lovely body. It even seemed that she could feel Tony's passion spurting into the wildly wriggling blonde. Ava lifted her face and rested her flushed cheek on Madge's thigh.
Then, for several minutes, the three of them were still and silent, basking in the pleasant afterglow of sexual fulfillment.
"I'm afraid I didn't really level all the way with you sexy folks," Ava said later. "Bert and I are having the young colored couple visit our apartment Friday evening."
Tony had mixed three drinks. Madge and Ava were still sitting on the carpet. Madge, reaching up for a cold glass, didn't meat her husband's eyes.
"That's interesting," she said. "Then you aren't going to wait and let the members vote?"
Ava took a glass and sipped. "We'd just like to have you there with us. There isn't necessarily going to be any sex. We're just going to have a visit and see how things go. Bert says they're just as apprehensive about the deal as you are. We're sure that some of the members would object. We might decide not to tell anybody else."
"It's up to Tony," Madge said.
She knew what her horny husband's answer was going to be before he spoke. His penis, almost on a level with her eyes, was lifting into an erection. She felt a little chill run up and down her spine. Were they getting into something they'd live to regret?
"If there's just going to be a social visit, I see no reason for us not to be there." Tony chuckled. "After all, what harm could there be in just talking?"
"I was sure you'd feel that way," Ava said, smiling. She finished her drink. "Now let's go to the bedroom by way of the bathroom and stop the chatter for even a longer period of fun-filled time."
That's what they did.
CHAPTER THREE
LINDA COULDN'T MAKE UP HER MIND AS to what she wanted to wear. Her husband had said that it wasn't such a big deal to go to the boss's home for dinner, but she did want to look her best. Tony Thornton's lovely wife had been beautifully dressed the few times they'd met at the used car lot, so it wouldn't do to appear at the handsome man's home in just any old thing.
Linda, fresh from a refreshing shower and a brisk towel-rub, was standing midway between the bed and the closet. She swayed over and sat down on the side of the bed. Why should she be so anxious to dress to please Rod's handsome boss?
She fell backward on the bed and closed her eyes, a little involuntary shudder rippling through her nude body. That was a question she'd better try to get settled. Tony Thornton's dark orbs weren't the only greedy male eyes she'd felt stripping the clothes from her body. That he'd seemingly mentally raped her wasn't a first, either.
But the way she'd felt during and after being mentally raped was close to being a first-since her marriage to Rod, anyhow. It was the first time she'd actually let her mind play around for more than a few minutes with thoughts of how sex might be with a man other than her husband.
Maybe that had something to do with the fact that she'd finally admitted to herself that there was something seriously wrong with her marriage, in the sex department, at least. She guessed that was just as much her fault as it was Rod's, though-maybe even more. She couldn't really blame him for not having the nerve to talk or even let herself go when they were having sex.
Sometimes she was sorry she hadn't allowed Rod to screw her before their marriage. He'd tried. And how he'd tried! She hadn't thought then that it would turn out that he'd be so inhibited.
She had let him do just about everything except put it in. Not that he'd done all of the exciting things she'd heard and read about, of course, but they had used their tongues when kissing, and a few times she'd let him pull her hand to his stiffness. She'd refused to touch his hard tool when he'd once taken it out of his pants, though.
On several occasions she'd let him put his hand inside of her panties and feel of her crotch. That had been in the dark, though, and when he'd tried to slip his fingers in, she'd pushed his hand away. She had let him play with her breasts, but she'd pushed his mouth away from her hard nipples. She'd been afraid that she'd get so hot she couldn't stop herself from going all the way. She'd promised her mother, and herself, that there would be a wedding before she had intercourse.
She hadn't done what could truthfully be called teasing. She'd let Rod know that she wasn't going to put out until she was married. He'd known that she was afraid that if she did he wouldn't marry her afterward, even though she hadn't actually put the idea into words. So, if he'd married her just to screw her, that was his tough luck.
Still, no matter if she had loved Rod and wanted a home so badly, she'd done wrong by lying. She'd have to give him credit for not saying anything about her not being a virgin, though. Maybe that was one of the reasons they couldn't or didn't talk about sex.
And, guessing again, she mused that it could be that Rod hadn't been all that experienced. It was possible that he hadn't realized that he hadn't broken what some people seemed to regard as a sacred thickness of skin. She had been tight. He'd had trouble making the penetration the first few times. And she'd read that in some cases there wasn't any bleeding during the deflowering process.
So, looking at it that way, Rod might not even know that she'd lied. That thought didn't do much to blot out her feeling of guilt, though. Nor did she think it would give her the courage to sit down and have a long heart-to-heart talk with her husband.
What the hell could she tell him? That she wasn't cold or frigid? That sometimes she had the almost overwhelming urge to push his face and mouth down between her legs when he was nibbling at her breasts? That sometimes she even felt that she'd like to kiss him all over?
Linda opened her eyes and sat upright. Her hands had gone to her thrusting titties. The nipples were stiffly erect. She slowly ran her fingertips back and forth across the taut tips. Was it possible that Rod was getting sex from some other girl or woman?
Her period had been over the night before. There had never been any false modesty in their marriage. They didn't try to hide their naked bodies from each other, so he'd seen that she was all right when she was getting ready for bed. But he'd just hugged her for a few seconds, kissed her good night, and turned over and left her staring into the darkness.
The logical thing to have done-then and at other such times-would have been to tell him what she wanted, but the five years she'd spent listening to her mother's constant preaching had prevented that.
There it was, Linda thought, dropping her hands from her heavy mounds. She'd once again gotten around to blaming her prudish mother for something she was old enough now to have the guts to change. She didn't have to feel any kind of shame for enjoying sex with her lawfully wedded husband. That was stupid.
She had enough sense to know that her mother had been wrong about many things having to do with sex. It was silly to keep on believing that decent wives only allowed the sex act for procreation, in the one basic position, and that a husband didn't respect a wife who enjoyed sex as much as he did.
Once again Linda fell back on the bed and closed her eyes. But how could she be sure that Rod wasn't the type of a man her mother had described? Once she talked or behaved in bed in the manner her mother considered indecent, there would be no way of retracting the words or the actions. Then where would that leave her? Without a husband? With a husband who didn't respect her?
It was too much of a gamble to take. She'd waited it out for six months. She would keep on waiting and hoping that Rod would make the first move. Maybe one night they would somehow let themselves go when they were hot, and then discover that they'd both secretly wanted to indulge in the more intimate erotic activities. She could dream, couldn't she?
The preaching had started when she was fourteen. And the shame. Her mother had caught her right in the act. The boy had been on her, in her, pounding away, and her mother had pounded the poor fellow's bare butt with a broom. In a way, it had been funny, but it sure as hell hadn't seemed funny at the time.
That had been the third time she'd let the boy screw her. He was fifteen then. Hal Evans-she'd never forget that name, or the boy. The best she could remember, his penis had been just about as big as Rod's. Maybe not. Maybe it had just seemed to be that big because it had been such a tight fit. The first time, anyhow. The second time had been wonderful. The third time had just begun to feel wonderful when her mother had started banging away with the broom.
At fourteen, her body had already developed enough to get admiring stares, even from older men. Her big knockers, as some of the boys had called them, had been a source of embarrassment to her since before she'd turned thirteen.
She had been something of a tomboy from as far back as she could remember. She'd always been a good athlete. Playing basketball, baseball, and football with the boys, she'd been exposed to plenty of rough talk, but nobody had ever done more than cop a feel now and then. Actually, she couldn't remember giving sex much thought before Hal entered her life.
Sure, she'd been aware of the difference between boys and girls. She hadn't been stupid. But her sexual desires apparently hadn't developed as fast as her body. Just after her periods had started, just before she'd reached thirteen, she hadn't been curious enough to do much experimenting.
While bathing, she'd discovered that parts of her body were sensitive, and she could remember caressing her nipples now and then, but she'd never deliberately played with herself the way she'd heard some girls did. A couple of times always managing to get away with it without being seen she'd caught boys playing with themselves. That had been strangely exciting.
She'd even heard boys laughing and teasing each other about what they called jacking-off or beating their meat. She'd seen the white stuff come shooting out, and for a long time she'd had the idea that a female somehow shot off like that.
Maybe she had been kind of stupid, after all, or just not sexy enough to be all that interested. Anyhow, she'd been physically innocent when Hal had somehow sensed that she Was ripe for her first sex experience.
He'd been from out of town, visiting his cousin for a few days. She couldn't remember the cousin's name. Anyhow, Hal had been the first boy to really ask her for a date. She'd gone to a movie with him. It had been in the afternoon, during the summer, and she'd met him down the block where the gang played baseball on a vacant lot.
Looking back on it, she knew that was when she'd gotten a crush on a boy for the first time. His smile and his voice had made her insides kind of flutter. Puppy-love. Only he'd turned it into puppy-sex. Not, of course, that she'd ever blamed him. If she had said no, or fought him off, he wouldn't have screwed her. She'd always been sure of that.
He'd been the first boy to really kiss her. He'd used his tongue, and his hands, and her body had seemed to awaken from a deep sleep. A corny way of putting it, maybe, but all of her senses had seemed vividly alive for the first time.
If Hal hadn't screwed her, she would have used her finger or some other object to relieve the tingling itch that started almost from the moment he darted his tongue into her mouth. (And she had masturbated from then until she married Rod.)
She had sex with Hal for the first time behind a signboard, on another vacant lot. He'd kissed her a few times in the movie house, and she'd willingly gone with him behind the big sign. She'd been eager for more of the thrilling kisses. And within three minutes she'd just as eagerly parted her legs when he'd said that he was going to slip his cock into her cunt.
He'd used those exact words. Then he had frowned when he encountered the resisting membrane. He'd said something about having known she was a virgin, but that when it came right down to it, he wasn't sure he wanted to take the responsibility. He'd really been a very nice guy-a youngster with a hell of a lot of compassion to go with his passion.
She'd taken matters into her own hands-or into her own pelvic area, might be a better way of putting it. In any case, she'd surged upward and split the thin obstacle with one swift movement. He'd grunted with momentary pain, and she still felt it had probably hurt him more than it had her.
There had been very little pain for her, and very little blood, but there hadn't been all that much pleasure, either. For her or for him. It was all over too quickly. A few jabs, and he'd climaxed. She hadn't She'd taken care of that in her room that night, though. She'd used her finger, twisting and squirming her butt like crazy, losing herself in the glorious sensations she was to experience so many, many times afterward. Twice that night she'd fingered herself to a spasmodic release.
The next day, again late in the afternoon and behind the signboard, Hal had screwed her again. He'd lasted long enough to make her come twice before spurting and pulling out his limp dick. She'd wanted more, and had been disappointed when he'd said that it would take too long for him to get hard again.
That night she'd fingered herself again, only she'd been able to make the blissful sensations go on and on. She'd done more experimenting, discovering the most sensitive spot, her clitoris, and had concentrated on that base of sexual stimulation. She had, she guessed, behaved as if she were the first girl to ever discover the joys of masturbation.
And, to be perfectly honest, for five years or so she hadn't really suffered because of not having a stiff penis to take the place of her finger or the various inanimate objects she'd used. Maybe, come to think of it, that had a great deal to do with her inhibited sexual relations with her husband, because she could still find as much or more pleasure playing with herself. Probably due to the habit developed over the years, and to the fact that she could let herself toss and twist freely when she was inducing the thrilling climaxes.
Not that she didn't greatly enjoy being screwed by Rod. She did. She loved to have him slip his hardness in her and pound away. She usually climaxed, no matter how fast he was, but she felt that there should be more to it than that. But how did a wife go about telling her husband that she'd like to try the more erotic intimacies, without taking a chance on causing the inhibited husband to think she was a whore? That was what her mother had called her, among other things.
Poor Hal. He'd wanted to go some place else, but she'd been hot, hot, hot. She'd practically dragged him into the garage. There was a sleeping bag on the concrete floor. Her father, who had preferred fishing and hunting to eating, and maybe even to screwing, had never found out that she'd started her third sex session on the sleeping bag he'd neglected to put away.
He'd never known about the other two sessions either, for that matter. She guessed her mother had kept the promise not to tell him. That had been included in the deal she'd finally made with her angry and disgusted blue-nose parent. No more screwing until she was married. She'd promised. And, strangely enough, the promise hadn't been all that difficult to keep.
She'd been wearing blue jeans, panties, and a cotton sweater that day in the garage. The jeans and panties had been dangling around one ankle, and her sweater had been pushed up over her titties. Hal, his pants and shorts somewhere around his knees, had just slipped it to her when her mother started yelling and hanging the broom on his butt.
She'd had her eyes closed. Even as she'd opened her eyes, she'd lifted her hips, trying to follow the pleasure-giving tool that was being pulled out. Hal's dick had gone limp even before he'd struggled to his feet. With the broom still banging away at him, he'd tugged at his pants and shorts and scurried out the side door.
Her mother had quieted down quickly. She'd never remembered the exact words her mother had used in anger, but the loud sentences and phrases had been liberally sprinkled with terms like bitch, slut, and whore. She'd been surprised to hear her very prim and proper mother talk in such an ugly manner, somehow or other, the ugly talk had seemed much worse than the thrilling act of sex out of wedlock.
She'd had her sweater pulled down over her breasts and her hands covering her pussy when her mother looked again. Her tits had been throbbing, and her hot inner flesh had been quivering. Her mother had started speaking softly, shaming her, threatening to tell her father, ordering her to cover her nakedness and to get in the house.
Inside the house, listening to the preaching that was to go on for years, she would have promised just about anything to get away from her mother. The interruption hadn't lessened her passion. She'd only told one or two lies, saying that it was the first time Hal or any boy had put it in her, and that she hadn't really liked it.
Her mother, seemingly not knowing what else to do, had finally gotten embarrassed and had told her to go take a bath. She did, relieving herself twice during the process.
Coming back to the present, Linda realized she'd been caressing her titties and her thighs. She swung her long legs up and around without opening her eyes. Flat on her back, she lifted her knees, parted her legs, and squirmed her ass against the clean sheet. Rod wouldn't be home for almost an hour. There wouldn't be time for sex then, even if she could surprise them both by suggesting that they screw before going to the Thornton's for dinner.
Thinking about her first sex experiences had her hot as hell. Maybe she had a right to blame her mother for what she was going to do right then. It had become almost a compulsive obsession.
In high school, dating only the boys she'd heard were easy to handle, she'd kissed and necked-and then had masturbated as soon as she was home alone. Arid now, even after being married, she was still doing it.
Linda had slipped a finger into her hot moist twat and was slowly stroking her slippery swollen clit. She started to caress and fondle her throbbing titties with her other hand. She began squirming her ass and hips in harmony with her stimulating finger.
Within a few seconds she started to come. She moaned and wriggled wildly. She let herself go completely, gasping and crying put as the delightful spasms lifted her buttocks several inches off the mattress.
Then, sagging limply, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She should stay right there and let her husband catch her with her finger buried in her pussy, she thought. Maybe then she'd find the nerve to talk about sex, to tell him about the exciting things she wanted them to try.
But even as the thoughts flickered through her mind, she removed her finger and rolled off the bed. One habit was just about as difficult to break as another, and the habit of obeying her mother's instructions as to how to be a decent wife was just as strong as the one that had her diddling herself with disgusting regularity.
CHAPTER FOUR
ROD WAS JUST ABOUT AS NERVOUS AS he'd ever been in his life. He tried to listen to the chitchat being exchanged between Madge and Tony, with Linda saying something now and then, but he wasn't very successful in following the seemingly aimless drift of the conversation.
The four of them were in the Thornton's large living room. They'd had before-dinner drinks, and now they were having after-dinner drinks. Linda, beautiful in the simple pale green dress she'd decided to wear, was sitting beside him on one couch, and Madge and Tony were sitting directly across from them on another couch.
The swinging couple had really turned on the charm for Linda, Rod thought. And his lovely young wife, drinking more than he'd ever seen her drink before, seemed to be eating it up. But what the hell would she think or say when she discovered that the charming couple wanted to swap? And that he was willing?
Rod, feeling Linda's elbow nudging his arm, realized that somehow he'd been included in the talk. He grinned, meeting Madge's glowing green eyes, sensing that the hot-ass hostess had said something to him. "I guess I was daydreaming," he said, taking a sip from his glass.
"I have some of my best dreams during the day," Madge said, smiling. "I only said that you seem to be unusually quiet this evening."
"Maybe I'm trying to prove to myself that I don't have to be a chattering jackass all the time." He smiled ruefully. "I do enough talking when I'm trying to sell your husband's junk cars."
"Steady there," Tony said, chuckling. "You're the best salesman I have, but I don't even let my wife refer to my used cars as junk."
"Sorry," Rod said, finishing his drink. "I'd forgotten that I was in my boss's ritzy home. How would you like to have a place like this, Linda? Maybe if I keep sweating my balls off long enough-"
"Rod!"
Madge winked at Linda. "That's all right, honey. I'm used to what some folks call man-talk. Actually, I get a kick out of hearing a basic Anglo-Saxon word when it fits."
"He doesn't talk like that around home," Linda said, sipping from her glass.
"Most men are different when they're away from their wives," Tony said, finishing his drink and standing. "Not that Rod's away from you right now, of course." He walked over and stood in front of Linda. "Go ahead and finish your drink, honey. We're all ready for another."
"I've never had much to drink," Linda said, glancing at Rod. "I'm feeling a little tipsy already."
"That's the best way to feel," Rod said. "Relax and enjoy yourself. Your trouble is that you've been ... well, sheltered too long. First by your folks, and since then by me."
Madge frowned and cast Rod a quick glance. "I don't think your husband realizes that he sounds as if he has a chip on his shoulder, Linda. Where do your folks live?"
Linda finished the drink and handed the glass to Tony. "My parents live in a small town about two hundred miles from here. I came here to find employment, but I only worked two weeks. In an office. Then I met Rod, and we got married."
"Being a wife can be work," Madge said.
"She means that sometimes I work the hell out of her in bed," Tony called from the bar. He chuckled. "And, to tell the truth, at times she works the hell out of me!"
Rod saw that Linda was blushing. He wondered if he should take her out of the place. He wasn't even sure that he wanted his greedy-eyed boss to have her. In fact, he felt like calling the whole deal off.
Madge seemed to read his mind. "I hope you don't take offense at anything we might say, Linda. I'm afraid we've been around so many free-wheeling couples lately that we've developed a habit of talking like they do."
"I'm not a child," Linda said, taking the fresh drink Tony had hurriedly fixed and brought. "I'm not a prude, either."
"You, sure ain't a child," Tony said, gazing down at her jutting breasts. "How about the other, Rod? Is she a prude in bed?"
"You'd better ask her," Rod said. "How about me, don't I get another drink?"
"Coming right up," Tony said, taking Rod's glass, then turning and hurrying back to the bar.
Rod didn't say anything. There was obviously a double meaning in Tony's words, and he knew Linda had also noticed that the man's dick had lifted into semi-hardness. He suddenly doubted that he would be able to get a hard-on if and when he was alone and naked in a bedroom with Madge tonight. What the hell had he done?-s
When they all had fresh drinks and Tony was once again sitting beside Madge, his dark eyes on Linda's lovely legs, Rod sensed that Linda was enjoying the attention she was getting. The hell with taking her home, he thought She'd been right about not being a child. He'd made a bargain, and he'd keep it. Tony had promised not to force her into doing anything she didn't want to. So, looking at it from that angle, he wasn't really responsible for whatever might happen.
"I had quite an argument with a friend of mine the other day," Madge said. "She's young and beautiful, married, and insanely jealous of her husband."
"That sounds like trouble brewing," Tony said.
"That's exactly what I told her," Madge said. "She seems to have the idea that just because a couple get married, that means they own each other. Physically, mentally, and-"
"Sexually," Tony cut in.
Madge laughed. "What the hell do you think I meant by physically? Are you going to let me tell this my way, or are you going to keep on interrupting?"
"I'm going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs," Tony said. "And hope you don't forget we have a decent young lady as a guest."
"Please don't make any special allowances for me," Linda said, glancing at Rod. "My mother preached to me so much about being decent that I'm sick of hearing the word. Which side of the argument did you take, Madge?"
"The only side I could take, under the circumstances. I sure don't feel that I own Tony. I think life's much too short to put a limitation on one's pleasure, honey. I told the wife to forget her jealousy and let her husband have his fun."
There was a long silence. "There's always been a double standard in this country," Rod said, careful not to look at Linda.
He knew Madge was just about ready to make some excuse to get him out of the living room and into a bedroom. He was tempted to stand up and head for a bedroom before another word was spoken. It was too late to back out. If he tried that, Madge or Tony would tell Linda everything. His only hope now, if he really wanted to stay married, was that Tony would succeed in scoring with Linda.
"Some couples calling themselves modern marrieds have cast aside the somewhat stupid double standard," Tony said. "I've read a great deal about them lately. They also call themselves swingers or swappers, sometimes combining it into swinging swappers. But no matter what they call themselves, they exchange mates for sex and seem to be happy enough."
"I understand that there are millions of couples engaged in such activities," Madge said. "Have you heard about them, Linda?"
"I imagine just about everybody has," Linda said. "I don't see why people bother to stay married if they want to ... to live like that. There couldn't possibly be any love between a man and his wife if they even seriously consider such a thing."
"I don't know about that," Tony said. "There are various definitions of love, you know. And sex should only be a part of the marriage. It is, actually, and I've always figured a person shouldn't be too quick to knock something he or she doesn't really understand."
"I think we all understand that we should change the subject," Madge said, finishing her drink. "Any suggestions for a new one?"
There was another long silence. Madge and Tony were looking at Rod, smiling, seeming to be silently saying that the next step was up to him. He didn't know what to say. They had him on the spot. He knew they weren't going to let him off the hook. He had screwed Madge and even gone down on the lovely bitch, and now Tony wanted Linda in return. Next they'd probably start yapping about cheating husbands.
"I can't seem to come up with anything," he said, realizing too late that he'd unintentionally used words with a double meaning.
Tony laughed. Madge put her empty glass on an end table and stood up. "I just thought of something," she said. "Tony's all thumbs when it comes to some things, Rod. My sewing machine needs adjusting, and..."
As Madge's words trailed off, Rod got to his feet. He got rid of his empty glass, not looking at Linda, and said that he'd always had a knack of being able to fix just about any kind of machine.
Madge said that it shouldn't take long, Tony said that he wasn't the jealous type, and Rod saw that there was a puzzled expression in Linda's beautiful blue eyes. He had to fight the urge to blurt out the truth. Trying to force a smile but sure that he'd only managed what had to be a sickly expression, he followed Madge's jiggling and swaying buttocks from the room.
She turned on the light in the bedroom, then rushed into his arms as soon as he'd closed the door. He kissed her, meeting her eager tongue with his, but he felt very little response in his loins. His mind was still in the living room. Would Linda fight Tony, or would she willingly and even eagerly submit? He wasn't really sure just what he wanted to happen.
Madge heatedly pushed the length of her body against him, and he automatically cupped the cheeks of her ass. Her fingers slipped between them and found his limp prick. She broke the kiss and pulled her face back. He dropped his hands from her firm fanny. He looked at her wet lips, then met her gleaming green eyes.
"I don't think I can get it up," he said.
"Nonsense!" She dropped to her knees, looked up at him, winked, and smiled. "I'll get it up." She tugged the zipper down, reached in, and lifted his penis out into the open. It started to get hard the moment her warm fingers made contact.
She leaned forward and flicked her tongue. That hot contact caused his prick to leap into a stiff erection.
"Let's get naked," she whispered.
She leaned back and was gazing at his thrusting tool, her circling fingers slowly caressing the smooth hardness. He tried to blot out the mental pictures of Tony touching Linda, or Linda touching Tony. He couldn't.
"Talking and thinking about doing a thing is a hell of a lot easier than actually doing it," he said.
Madge silently removed her fingers from his stiff prick and got to her feet. He watched as she started taking off her clothes. She tossed aside the dark blue dress and slipped her titties out of the restraining bra. She fingered the thick nipples and took a few steps backward, then sat down on the side of the bed.
"Make up your mind, Rod. Maybe you'd rather have me walk out of here like this and tell Linda what you've done with me and all those other women."
Rod hurriedly removed his clothes, mentally cursing himself for being such a wishy-washy bastard. Hell, he didn't feel that he owned Linda. She had a right to sexual happiness just as much as he did. It was tough, and maybe even stupid, that they hadn't been able to communicate with each other, but the swapping just might solve that problem. If Tony managed to score, of course.
When Rod was naked, his penis still at attention, Madge said she wanted to be kissed all over before being screwed. That was all right with him. Kneeling, he removed her high heels. Then she lifted her butt so that he could get at the thin panties. He peeled the brief garment down along her bare legs, already too hot to give much thought to the fact that Tony could be doing the same thing with Linda.
He kissed and tongued his way up to one of her rounded knees. She said she wanted to get on the bed. He helped swing her legs up and around. She surprised him by nipping over on her belly, but he followed, eager to kiss and tongue the backs of her sleek legs and her satiny buttocks.
He started at the backs of her knees. Her voice muffled against the mattress, she told him how good it felt. He wanted to make her feel good. He was enjoying himself, but he was looking forward to burying his stiff staff in her snapping snatch.
Before he could do that though, he had to delve with his tongue and stimulate her clit. Not that he didn't enjoy going down on her. It was just that of all the females he'd screwed, he'd never had one to match Madge's educated inner muscles. The way her cunt could milk a cock was really something.
He soon found that she wanted to stretch the fore-play out longer than he wanted to. After he'd kissed and tongued all over the backs of her thighs and most of her quivering buttocks, he discovered when he tried to flip her over that she wasn't ready for him to lavish his attentions on the front of her squirming nakedness.
So, not really minding the delay all that much, he started over and licked the smooth warm flesh where he'd only kissed and darted his tongue before. Finally, his throbbing pecker beginning to make little jumping jerks, he touched his tongue between the fleshy mounds.
She gasped loudly, and he rolled her over on her back before she could resist. Then, not taking the time to feast on her hard-tipped titties, he buried his face in the moist warmth of her pulsating pussy.
As his tongue found her clit, her fingers found his scalp. He heard her say, as she lurched to his lavish lapping, that she wanted to climax at least twice like that.
The reason she'd been stalling and wanted to keep him going down on her suddenly popped into his feverish mind. She wanted Linda to see the erotic sight. He thought, a little dimly, that it was a good idea, that it would make it easier for Tony than if Linda just saw him screwing Madge. And it should even make it easier for him to go down on Linda.
Rod felt Madge beginning to come. He slipped his hands under and grabbed her wriggling ass. Lapping furiously, he forgot all about his beautiful young wife and lost himself in the glory of inducing a spasmodic release in the lovely body of another man's wife.
Tony, mentally keeping up with the time as it passed, decided that within a minute or so he'd better make his move. It wouldn't do to wait too long. The whole idea behind the plan depended on the shock Linda would get when she saw her husband doing something to Madge that he'd never done to her.
There hadn't been much talk since Rod had hightailed it after Madge. Tony had just said that he was pretty inept when it came to any kind of machinery; and Linda, giving one of her sweetest smiles, had said that it came as a surprise to her to learn that Rod was mechanically inclined.
Tony had made some inane remark, suddenly nervous after being left alone with the young beauty. He'd been tempted to try to make her without going through with the sketchy plan he and Madge had formulated but he hadn't wanted to risk rejection and failure.
He was actually aching, he wanted the lovely young girl so badly. That was due partly to the thrilling thoughts he'd had about her for so long, of course, the erotic daydreams, along with the knowledge that he had a damn good chance of soon being able to touch what he'd been lustfully admiring.
They had finished their drinks, but he hadn't offered to prepare more. He didn't want a drunk female. Linda's beautiful features were slightly flushed, and her big blue eyes showed signs of the drinks she'd had, but he knew she was plenty sober enough to know what she was doing.
He hadn't been so bold with his eyes since they'd been alone. He'd tried not to be caught gazing at her lovely bare legs and her jutting titties, but he knew she was aware of his desire. It had been crude of him to display his semierection earlier. For some reason, as silly as it seemed even to him, he almost wished that Linda had a husband who wasn't a pussy-hound.
"Maybe we'd better go take a check and see why it's taking our spouses so loag," Tony said, glad that he'd managed to keep his pecker from getting any harder. He smiled and got to his feet. "Unless, of course, you'd rather not take a chance on seeing what we might not be supposed to see."
"What do you mean?"
Tony, having suddenly decided that he should at least give Linda some warning as to what she could expect, and just as suddenly feeling a little foolish for taking a chance on knocking himself out of a sex session with her, decided to go ahead and tell her everything. Then, if she didn't bolt from the house, he wouldn't feel so guilty about being a partner to the trickery.
"I'm going to level with you, Linda. Madge and I were swingers before we got married, and we've been swappers since that happy event. Rod wants to get in on the fun. This whole deal was planned with his consent and help. Right now your husband and my wife are having sex."
Linda had been staring, her beautiful face pale, her full lips trembling. "I don't believe it!"
"It's easy enough to prove," Tony said. "All you have to do is go with me down the hall and take a peek."
"Maybe I just don't want to believe it," Linda said, slowly getting to her feet. "Are you telling me that Rod said it would be all right with him for you to have sex with me?"
Tony averted his eyes. He disliked the entire setup. He wished he had insisted on Rod's talking it over with Linda first. But it was too late for wishes or any more second thoughts.
"I gambled and let Rod spend an afternoon with Madge," Tony said, still not meeting Linda's eyes. "He told me about all the women he got, and I told him about the swappers we meet for sex, and he said he'd like to get in on the fun. When it turned out that he didn't have the nerve to tell you about it, things started to happen that now have me wondering if I should tell you to run from this house and your husband."
"I keep hoping this might turn out to be some kind of horrible joke," Linda said, her words little above a whisper.
Feeling that he might have already wasted too much time, but sure that Linda would follow him, Tony turned and hurried toward the hallway. It was no skin off his ass if this chick later decided she'd ruined her marriage and her life. He still wasn't forcing her to do anything. She didn't even have to follow and witness the sex scene.
He pushed the bedroom door inward a few inches. He was relieved to see that the light was on. Then his pulse quickened as he felt Linda standing beside him, and was glad that she hadn't made a sound. He could tell that Madge had climaxed once and was insisting on
Rod's bringing her to another orgasm, with his mouth and tongue again.
Things couldn't have been timed more perfectly. Now, if his luck held out, he'd soon be giving the same lavish attentions to Linda's blonde pussy. He felt his prick lift against his pants and try to expand into a stiff and thrusting erection.
But he didn't put his hands on the staring young woman. He'd learned long before not to push his luck too far when he was already getting the breaks. He'd still leave all the important moves to Linda.
Linda, almost overpowered by an excess of mixed emotions, was afraid for a few seconds that she was going to faint. She'd been prepared for just about anything except what she was seeing. She'd thought she might see Rod and Madge just kissing and necking; she'd even briefly wondered what her course of action should be if she saw them actually screwing.
But she hadn't been prepared to see her husband's face buried between another woman's legs. Anger and hate and lust swept through her body, seemingly all at the same time. The dirty bastard had cheated her out of the special pleasure she'd always dreamed about!
Something told her that he was very experienced at the erotic act, too. No telling how many women he'd gone down on. Where had she heard that expression? She'd read it. She'd been reading all about the various sex acts and had been dreaming of giving them a try, while her husband had been living them! And she'd thought he was inhibited!
He was, with her. She still found it difficult to believe her eyes. Rod's face was buried at the juncture of Madge's tanned thighs, his brown hair bobbing; her fingers were digging into his scalp, his fingers were gripping her wriggling ass. Madge's eyes were closed, her pretty face twisted with passion, her long legs waving and weaving and clamping. Rod's butt rose high in the air, his balls hanging, his prick steel-hard and glistening-from Madge's mouth?
Linda clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip. She wasn't sure she wanted to do that, but the othershe wanted that done to her. She met Tony's greedy dark eyes. She knew he wanted to go down on her. She looked down at his poking prick. She wanted that buried in her too.
She'd seen enough. She was so hot she was afraid she was going to come right then and there. She didn't think she wanted her husband to ever touch her again. Why be married to one man and have sex with another? She reached out and pulled the door closed. Her legs were weak and trembling, but it was as if she'd never had a drink. The weakness was caused by the heat in her loins. She put out her hand and let Tony lead her to another bedroom.
He turned on the light and closed the door behind them. He didn't grab her. She was glad. She wanted them both naked right away. She told him that. He grinned and started taking off his clothes. She removed her dress. Her fingers didn't tremble very much, and her legs felt stronger.
She hoped he'd bury his face between her legs without any preliminary playing around. She didn't see any reason for not expressing her wishes, so she did. He chuckled and said that her every wish was his command.
When they were naked, she liked what she saw. She knew that he did, too. His admiring eyes made her proud of her body, her nakedness. She climbed onto the bed and got on her back. He followed, parting her legs and gazing at her exposed pussy for a few seconds before lowering his face.
She tensed when she felt his warm breath on her crotch. She gasped when she felt his hot tongue lick her split. Then, as he slithered his tongue into her hot hole, she moaned and lifted her butt off the mattress. He slipped his hands under and grabbed her ass. She began squirming passionately and clutching at his hair as he tugged her even closer and jabbed his tongue against her erect clit.
It felt so much better than her finger, she thought dimly. Why the hell couldn't Rod have done that to her? He'd had the guts to swap her off to another man, yet he'd never had the guts to tell her what he wanted to do to her. She'd never had the guts to talk either, but it had never entered her mind to become a swapper.
Linda, feeling Tony's lips closing around her throbbingly stiff clit and his tongue lapping furiously, could no longer think. She could only move, feel, and enjoy.
She cried out and dug her fingernails into his scalp as she shuddered through a series of spasmodic releases. It was as if she were being drawn out and away from herself. The wondrous feeling was unlike any sexual sensation she'd ever experienced before. Even as she went limp and allowed Tony to lift his face, she started looking forward to the next time.
But she did the guiding when he moved to spear his stiff shaft into her hot, moist flesh. That felt good, as good as her husband's, yet even as she matched Tony's rhythmic thrusts, she doubted that any prick could ever give the thrilling pleasure that a mouth and tongue could give.
He mashed his open mouth to hers while he was spurting to his finish. For some reason this excited her enough to make her come again. She sucked on his tongue during their passionate blending, and realized a little later that she'd passed an important turning point in her marriage and in her sex life.
She didn't have time to let it worry her, though. As soon as they'd freshened themselves, they were back on the bed. He went down on her again. The wondrous pleasure lasted even longer, this time and he had enough stamina and strength to show her all the positions she'd always wanted to try. But nothing matched the pleasure she'd received from the most intimate of all kisses.
Driving home, glancing now and then at his close-mouthed wife sitting far over on the seat, Rod wondered how long the silent treatment was going to last. Not that he knew what to say. The less said the better, he guessed. So far, everything had worked out even better than he'd expected.
Linda hadn't met his eyes when she and Tony had finally joined him and Madge in the living room. But she hadn't cursed him or anything like that, either. He'd sensed that she had enjoyed herself with Tony. Maybe even more than she ever had with him.
He didn't like that. It didn't do much for his ego. Still, he knew that Tony had gone down on her. A grin and a wink from his boss had told him that. If she liked that kind of sex, he'd willingly give her all she wanted. In fact, he was eagerly looking forward to it. Maybe now they'd both be able to talk about sex and do all the things he'd never been able to suggest, or maybe he'd just go ahead and try, without talking it over.
Simply because she was his wife still seemed to be the only reason Rod could think of to explain his inhibitions with Linda. He'd sure taken a drastic step to change things, perhaps it would be worth it. Besides, now he'd get a crack at the other swapping wives.
"We're almost home," Linda said. "Before we get there, I want to get a few things straight. I've been trying to understand why you did what you did. I think I do understand. But that doesn't change the fact that I've lost all respect for you."
"You had yourself a ball, didn't you?"
"Yes, but that didn't keep my love for you from dying. Do you want a divorce, Rod?"
"No! I just wanted both of us to have some fun."
"AH right," Linda said softly. "Listen to what I have to say, and then don't even answer. I don't want to talk to you. I'm trying to keep from hating you. We'll stay married and have our sex fun with the swappers, but I don't want you to touch me. Not right now, anyhow-and maybe never."
Rod glanced at Linda. She was looking straight ahead. He was disappointed. He'd been looking forward to going down on her. He wondered if she'd done that to Tony. He hoped not. He wanted her first time to be with him.
He started to tell her that, and tell her how badly he wanted to use his mouth and tongue on her. Then he remembered that she'd said for him not to even answer.
"I'm serious," Linda said. "I don't want you to even sleep in the same bed with me."
Rod didn't look at her. He'd give her plenty of time to get over what had to be one hell of a shock, he thought. She'd soon get used to the idea. They'd both just had plenty of sex, anyway. He didn't mind sleeping on the couch. And maybe, after his strenuous workout with Tony's hot-ass wife, it was a damned good thing Linda had taken this attitude. He didn't have much trouble understanding it. His limp pecker felt bruised and sore from Madge's snapping snatch.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY," MADGE said. "I've never really given it much thought, Ava. Taking on just anybody like that, even for big money, never did appeal to me. Maybe because I didn't want the name. You'll have to admit that it takes a special breed of cat to be a-"
"Call girl," Ava cut in with a little laugh. "Whore sounds so old-fashioned or some damn thing. The term makes me think of a group of harlots sitting around a brothel back in pre-Victorian days." The big blonde patted Madge's cheek. "Besides, doesn't it take a special breed of cat to be a swapping wife?"
Before Madge could protest, Ava smiled and said, "I'll admit that wasn't a fair comparison, honey. And I didn't mean to insult you by making the offer. I hustled before I met Bert, and he knows it, but I'd just as soon he didn't know that I've gone back to that kind of work part-time. I get bored. I do it for the kicks more than for the money. It's exciting, meeting strangers and having sex-just as exciting waiting for a new swinging couple to arrive."
"We can always use some extra money," Madge said, not bothering to say that she didn't feel insulted. "Let me think it over, Ava. I wouldn't have to tell Tony, and I could always figure out some way to explain the extra money."
"We'd better get out of here before you talk yourself into it right now," Ava said, pushing the portable bar across the kitchen. She looked back and winked. "I need a female partner on some of the jobs, so you might take that into consideration while you're thinking it over."
Madge followed, her eyes on Ava's swaying behind, already trying to think of an explanation she could give for having extra money. Fifty bucks for an hour or so, Ava had said. It would be foolish to pass that up. Tony believed in sexual freedom, so why should he mind if she got paid for doing something she loved to do anyway? Maybe she'd even tell him herself, maybe not.
Tony and Bert were in the living room watching the tail end of a newscast. Madge and Tony had arrived at the Hopkinses' luxurious apartment a few minutes before, both nervous, with Tony still saying that it might turn out to be just a social visit on their part. Madge, knowing herself and her husband, was sure that if a sexual thing developed with the colored couple, they'd get in on it.
She'd gone to the kitchen with Ava to help stock the portable bar. They had kissed, had decided not to have sex because of the expected early arrival of the new couple, and then Ava had told her about her return to the call-girl ranks.
Bert got up and snapped off the television set. He reminded Madge of an older version of Rod Sherman-except for his big snake. But he had thick brown hair, brown eyes, and an almost hairless muscular body. His features were even similar to Rod's.
"I'll be the bartender," Bert said, walking over and patting his wife's fanny. He chuckled and gave
Madge's butt a little pat too. "I just lost a bet. I thought you two sexy gals would stop by a bedroom."
"I'll take the two-bits out in trade," Tony said, grinning and winking at Ava. "What will that get me?"
"Maybe a flick of my tongue," Ava said, flopping down into an easy chair. She sat up straight and crossed her bare legs. "Hey, how'd you folks come out with the blonde you mentioned? And her husband, of course."
"We pulled the switch," Madge said, taking the drink Bert handed her. "I haven't seen them since, but Tony tells me things didn't turn out so well for them."
"The fellow works for me," Tony said. "He thinks he might have made a bad mistake. His words. Anyway, it seems his wife won't have anything to do with him now. She lost her love and respect and all that stuff. He's sleeping on a couch, getting the silent treatment, hoping she'll adjust."
"I don't understand that last part," Bert said.
Madge took a drink and carried it over to Tony. "It seems the wife is willing to stay married and go along with the swapping," she said, sitting down on the couch beside Tony. "It's just that she won't let her husband touch her. Hurt pride, I guess. Sad, huh?"
"Very," Ava said. "Did you get a chance to find out whether or not she's AC-DC?" The big blonde laughed. "I guess that's a silly question!"
"I didn't even get to see her naked," Madge said. "From what Tony tells me, though, I have a feeling that she'd be susceptible."
"I'm not sure I want you to tempt her," Tony said.
Madge laughed. "Tony's somewhat smitten by the young beauty's charm, or what-have-you, folks. He got himself a first."
"Several firsts," Tony said good-naturedly, putting his hand on Madge's bare knee. "In a manner of speaking, that is. She's never had it except in the missionary position. No, she didn't reciprocate." He chuckled. "I just thought I'd throw out that bit of information before being asked."
"It sounds like a boring and dreary marriage," Ava said. "When are we going to get to meet them?"
Before Madge or Tony could answer that they'd decided to have at least one more meeting with Rod and Linda before introducing them to any of the other swappers, the door buzzer sounded.
Bert had perched on the arm of the easy chair Ava was in. He finished his drink, then stood up. "These people are sensitive," he said. "Not overly so, but they don't want to push themselves in where they aren't wanted-meaning, of course, that I don't want their feelings hurt. They were hesitant about coming, really, and I'd hate like hell to have a nasty scene."
"I think we're civilized and sophisticated enough to handle ourselves with a suitable degree of decorum," Tony said.
"What, exactly, does that mean?" Ava asked.
"It means that Tony's nervous," Madge said. "As I am, of course. But you don't have to worry about us causing a nasty scene. This could turn out to be just a social visit, couldn't it?"
"We'll just kind of play things by ear," Bert said, walking over and putting his empty glass on the portable bar. "I'll bet another two-bits that they're just as nervous as we are."
"Open the door and let them in," Ava said. "And, if our ear-playing turns out as I hope it will, there'll soon be the more exciting playing I know damn well we all want."
Bert introduced the neatly dressed couple, using only first names all the way around, and Tony got to his feet long enough to shake hands with the young man. Madge, aware of the tension in the room, smiled and nodded, somehow losing most of her apprehension because she could see the same thing registering in the two pairs of black eyes.
Ava, turning on her cheery charm, took charge like the excellent hostess she was. The big blonde had gotten to her feet when her husband opened the door. After the introductions, during which she'd taken the dark man's hand and kissed the dark woman's cheek, she guided them to a couch opposite the one Madge and Tony were using.
Then she helped Bert prepare six drinks, keeping up a constant flow of chatter on subjects ranging from the heavy traffic to how much she'd been looking forward to the meeting.
Madge, not paying much attention to Ava but taking the opportunity to look over the prospective swap-club members, saw that Tony was doing the same. She'd seen a picture of Hester and Simon in the nude, briefly, but she doubted that she would have recognized them in clothes. Probably because she hadn't spent much time looking at their facial features.
Hester was very pretty, she thought, and Simon was quite handsome. Both had features more like those of white persons, although their dark brown skin and jet-black, curly hair would never allow them to pass for white. Not, Madge thought, that she had any idea that they'd want to.
Madge felt Tony's warm breath near her ear. "It's up to you," he whispered. There was a short pause, then he added, "But no matter what you decided, honey, I won't make a scene."
She answered by squeezing the hand he'd left on her knee. She was more excited than she'd been in years, and that was saying a hell of a lot, she thought, smiling and returning the silent message as Hester's glowing black eyes met hers. The get-together was looking more promising all the time.
She should have known that the colored woman would be bisexual. She didn't know of a swapping wife who didn't at least willingly assume the passive role in Lesbian activities. Linda? She'd think about that blonde darling another time.
Bert brought fresh drinks to Madge and Tony, and again perched on the arm of the easy chair. Ava, sitting with the hem of her dress hiked high on her creamy thighs, had finally stopped talking. Hester and Simon were staring at the exposed flesh. Madge resisted the impulse to lift her skirt higher. She wasn't a whore yet, even if she did intend to accept Ava's offer.
Not, she corrected herself, that Ava was really behaving like a whore. The object of the gathering was to switch around for sex. As the hostess, it was Ava's duty to see if the newcomers were there just to investigate, or if they'd already decided to participate. Apparently, Bert hadn't given her much information, which wasn't surprising. The older man had a habit of doing the unexpected. He'd once brought a young hitch-hiker home to Ava so that the young kid would be sure to enjoy his first piece of ass.
"Well," Bert said, chuckling, "I'm glad to see that we've all settled down and relaxed. I don't suppose there's any need for going into details about the reason we were under something of a strain the first few minutes. We sure as hell aren't here to discuss the current race issue, are we?"
"You could also exclude politics and religion," Simon said, smiling and lifting his gaze from Ava's thighs. "If you haven't explained that Hester and I aren't trying to push ourselves on anybody, I'd like to do that right now, Bert."
"Madge and Tony know how I contacted you, Simon. They were hand-picked for this occasion. We still have some doubts about the other members of our little group."
"We understand," Hester said. She'd also lifted her eyes from Ava's dazzling thighs. "As Simon said, we have no intentions of being pushy. Maybe it'd help us get acquainted if you were to ask a few questions." She smiled. "Madge? Tony?"
"How old are you?" Madge asked, feeling she should make an attempt to help with the forced conversation.
"I'm twenty-two, and Simon's twenty-five. We've been married two years and two weeks."
"And two days," Simon said, patting Hester's . nearest thigh.
Ava laughed. "It must be love!"
"It is," Hester said. "Is that so unusual?"
"No," Madge said, squeezing Tony's hand. "Most swappers have the ability to ... well, to look upon sex as a kind of hunger that can be enjoyed and satisfied, without the individuals' necessarily becoming emotionally involved. In other words, the female partner in the marriage has learned that sex and love don't have to go together. Most males, whether they swap or not, have always known that truth."
"Very well put," Simon said. "All it took for me to adjust to swapping was to be honest enough to admit to myself that I was being selfish and actually non-loving, if that term could be used, by denying Hester the pleasures I enjoyed."
"After that long-winded statement, I'd better explain that we've never swapped with white people," Hester said, laughing softly. "And, to keep the record straight, we've only tried it with one other couple. Right, Simon?"
"Not long after we put the ad in the magazine we told Hester's third cousin and her husband about it. They're a little older than we are. And blacker, I might add. Anyhow, they're interested in how we make out with you folks."
"Bert told us that you've seen a picture of us in the nude," Hester said. "Well, my cousin had never had a man other than her husband. She'd never even seen another man naked. How that ever happened, I'll never know, but it sure caused Simon to be temporarily embarrassed. She laughed when she saw him naked. Her husband has nine and a half inches."
"We made out okay after she discovered that it was only a matter of adjustment," Simon said, grinning.
Hester poked her husband's upper arm. "You don't think I had to do some imagine adjusting?"
"I managed to adjust to nine inches once," Ava said. "It wasn't black though." The big blonde laughed. "Not that the color would have made any difference, of course!"
Tony removed his hand from Madge's knee. For a few seconds she thought he was going to say that they had to leave. She had time to feel a pang of disappointment; then she relaxed when Tony spoke.
"What do you do for a living, Simon?"
"I work for my father. He has a small insurance agency. That's where I met Hester. She was working in the office. Dating a white fellow at the time, by the way."
"It embarrassed him to be seen in public with me," Hester said. "I could understand that. He took a lot of razzing from his friends-men who would've liked to go to bed with me themselves. I liked him. He was a nice guy. But we couldn't very well stay inside and have sex all of the time."
Simon finished his drink and put the glass on an end table. "I've had much the same trouble with a few white girls," he said. "So, as you now know, we aren't here just out of curiosity because you folks are white. If there are any objections from anybody, we'd rather leave before there's even any more talk about sex and swapping."
Ava finished her drink, handed the glass to Bert, and stood up. "I'm sure there's been enough talk for now.
Maybe too much. Come along, Simon. And, since I have to maintain my reputation for crudeness, I might as well admit that I'm inviting you to see my itchings."
"See and scratch," Bert said, chuckling.
Ava laughed, motioned for Simon to follow, and hurried toward the hall doorway. The young Negro man got to his feet, hesitated, then followed quickly. Madge, watching every move, failed to see any evidence that Simon was aroused. And, strangely, she wasn't all that hot. There was a mental excitement, but physically she was unusually cool and calm.
As soon as Ava and Simon were out of sight, Bert slipped from the arm of the easy chair and took the two abandoned glasses to the portable bar. Then, glancing at Madge and Tony, he walked over to Hester and watched while she finished her drink. There was no tent in his slacks, but Madge knew it would take more than looking and thinking for Bert to get an erection.
Hester uncrossed her shapely brown legs and put her glass on the end table. Bert helped her to her feet and kissed her full on the lips. Madge could see that they were both using their tongues, but they didn't embrace or touch each other with their hands, and the tongue-probing kiss didn't last long.
Bert looked at Madge and Tony. "We have only two bedrooms, Hester. Things seem to be getting off to a slow start, but I'm sure there'll be much more action when we all get to know each other better. In the meantime, I think it best that you go with Tony to the second bedroom."
Madge took Tony's glass. He stood up without looking at her. She saw that his dick hadn't even started to get hard. This didn't really surprise her as much as it would have under different circumstances. She knew that he still wasn't sure he wanted her to have sex with Simon; and he knew that if he went with Hester, he'd have no right to blame her for anything.
Smiling, Hester walked over and took Tony's hand. But her glowing black eyes were on Madge's face, meeting Madge's eyes. "Simon will understand anything you might decide, Madge. He'd be the last one to want you to do something you didn't want to do." .
"Have fun," Madge said. "Tony and I are old hands at this swapping game, honey. Don't worry for a moment about there being serious trouble in our marriage."
"That's right," Tony said, still not meeting Madge's eyes. He put his arm around Hester's slender waist. "As Ava might say, let's go see how things fit."
CHAPTER SIX
"I'M SURPRISED YOU DIDN'T GO WITH Hester first," Madge said, watching as Bert came over and stood in front of her. "As the host, you had that privilege."
He grinned and took the empty glasses from her hands. "Maybe I was just giving you a chance to stop Tony. You don't seem all that happy about this whole deal, Madge."
"I'll admit that I was raised with ideas being pounded into my mind about certain things just not being done, but that included swinging before marriage and swapping afterward."
"Then you aren't prejudiced?"
"I don't think so. No, not in the way you mean, anyhow. I've been looking forward to this meeting, and I have no intentions of leaving, so how could I be prejudiced?"
"I guess I was mostly testing you," Bert said, taking the glasses over to the bar. "I figured you'd take it in stride. I'm not so sure about Tony, though. He just might blow his stack if he sees you with Simon.
Maybe even if he doesn't see anything and just gets to thinking about it afterward."
"I'm not worried, Bert. He never would have gone this far if he hadn't already made up his mind to. take everything in stride."
"I hope so," Bert said, "Hey, do you really want a drink right now?" He turned from the bar, his hand on a bottle of Scotch. "I already have a fairly good glow, and I'm also hoping this will turn into a long, fun-filled night."
"Maybe I'd better coast along on the glow I already have," Madge said. "How come you did let Tony have first crack at Hester? So he wouldn't be stuck with his own wife?"
Bert chuckled. "I could say that it was because I wanted to be with you first, couldn't I? But I won't. We know each other well enough for me not to have to lie. I've had Hester already, so it isn't as if I really gave anything up for Tony. Hester's fire-carcker hot, and she's almost your equal in the snapping department. She's quite an artiste with her mouth and tongue, too." He winked. "Again, like you."
"We might as well get comfortable while we're waiting to see if this is going to turn into a way-out, swinging blast," Madge said, standing. "Does Simon know you've been with his wife?"
"We had a threesome session at this place. Not the kind I prefer, I'll admit, but he isn't queer. That's a damned good test, you know, and he only looked at my snake with a natural interest."
"Did you go down on Hester?"
Bert grinned. "Just once."
"I should've known enough not to ask, by the way you were using your tongues when you kissed. She let me know with her eyes that she'd be happy to make it with me. I suppose she did the same with Ava."
"Ava already knew. I'd told her. I think if it hadn't been for Tony, and maybe that she wanted to prove something to herself, she would've picked Hester instead of Simon for her first trick." Bert chuckled. "If you'll pardon the expression."
Madge sensed that Bert knew about his sexy wife going back into the call-girl business part-time. She didn't say anything, though. Ava had practically asked her not to tell him, and she figured it would be best after all to keep her own activities in that line from Tony. Swapping and hustling were poles apart, no matter if Ava had tried to cast doubts on that fact.
They'd been undressing while talking. They'd been together so many times it was almost like a routine a settled married couple might go through. They weren't bored. If they had been, they wouldn't have bothered to get naked at that point. But they weren't in any hurry to get started. Madge doubted that Bert would climax, and she wasn't sure that she would. He'd voiced her own sentiments when he said he hoped it would turn into a long, fun-filled night.
After she was naked and had her clothes piled neatly on a chair, Madge sat down on the couch. Bert, his long, limber prick and heavy balls dangling, strolled over and sat down beside her. He put one arm around her shoulders and fondled her titties with his other hand. The big nipples got hard, and he leaned over and popped the nearest one into his mouth.
She enjoyed that, and the way his tongue began circling around and around the thick stiffness, but she still wasn't all that excited ... partly because she knew he wasn't.
Besides, she was in the mood for something more exciting than sex with a man she'd had before, even if that man did have the longest cock she'd ever had in her cunt or in her mouth.
Bert nibbled on her nipple with his lips and nipped with his teeth. Then he moved his mouth over and did the same to the other taut tip before lifting his mouth to hers. She parted her lips for his tongue. She let him slide the tip of his tongue back and forth across her teeth a few times before opening her mouth. They took turns sucking on each other's tongues.
Remembering the brief time Bert and Hester had touched lips and tongues, Madge wondered what Tony and the dusky doll were doing right then. She'd watched Tony doing everything there was to do with many white women. Was she prejudiced, after all? Would she be angry or disgusted or even jealous, watching him with a Negro woman?
And, maybe even more important, just how would he react if he saw her with a Negro man? He'd seen her with many men, before and after their marriage, doing everything there was to do, but she really hadn't been as confident as she'd tried to make Bert think. It was possible that Tony would blow his stack.
As Bert pulled his mouth and tongue away, she laughed nervously. He wanted to know what was so funny. She sketched her thoughts, then wondered aloud about the possibility of Tony going down on Hester.
"Why wouldn't he?" Bert asked. "We swappers are basically hedonistic where sex is concerned, and I'll let you name the amount and give you two-to-one odds that you'll eventually go the whole route with Simon. As well as with Hester, of course,"
"For me to bet would probably be just like giving you the money right now," she said, reaching for his long shaft. "Your snake's coming to life. I think I'll help it along."
"Simon's really a long-lasting stud," Bert said, parting his legs as she slipped off the couch and got on her knees. "Compared to him, I have a short fuse."
"Ava must be laboring happily then," Madge said, pushing in between his legs. She moved her circling fingers up and down on the long tool. "Your snake's getting harder, and I'm getting hotter." She met his eyes. "I don't want to climax right away, though. Remember the time Ava and I worked on this beauty for what seemed to be hours, and when we finally gavcup it was still poking up just as proudly as when wo started?"
"I used to worry about things like that," Bert said, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Now all I worry about is the day or night when it might not get hard at all. I think I'd rather be dead."
"Don't talk like that," Madge said. "I think if T had one of these, it'd droop at the very thought of death."
"Birth, life, and death," Bert said. "One's just as natural as the other. I couldn't fear birth, I don't fear life, so why should I fear death?"
"What a subject to be discussing at a time like this!"
"One subject's as good as another. We're just batting the breeze, stalling, both wondering what might be going on in the two bedrooms, both hoping that later this meeting will turn into a sex orgy. Did you know that women first started wearing lipstick as a sign that they were willing to do what you're getting ready to do? How's that for a somewhat worthless bit of information? Tell the average woman that nowadays, and she'd be ready to kill you-even if she did put a dick in her mouth every morning before breakfast."
"Maybe we should go do some peeking," Madge said, blowing her warm breath on the head of his now totally erect cock. "We could even join Ava and Simon."
"We could just as easily join Hester and Tony."
Madge opened her mouth wide and engulfed the glistening head of the long, smooth shaft. She heard Bert give a little gasp, and felt the tingling in her loins that always accompanied the erotic act. Giving the pleasure, exercising a kind of thrilling power, had always given her great pleasure.
Often, in her younger years, she'd had an orgasm when the man came, without being touched herself. It had been a long time since that had happened, though. Almost as long as it had been since she'd choked and gagged during or after catching a spurting ejaculation in her mouth.
Because she did enjoy that form of sex so much, and had developed a technique that always brought expressions of gratitude from the husbands, she'd verbally and visibly given instructions to the other swapping wives in their group, with the exception of Ava. That big blonde hadn't needed any instruction about anything having to do with sex.
Madge felt Bert's fingers entangling in her hair. She'd been slowly moving her head up and down, taking all she could into her mouth and throat, letting her mind drift aimlessly while stimulating the thrusting staff.
"I just might make it in a few more minutes, by damn!"
She didn't know how long she'd been going. Ten minutes or so, she guessed. She wasn't tired. Her own passion had been building, growing, but she wasn't anywhere near a climax.
Bert didn't remove his fingers from her hair, so she knew that he wanted to climax. If he did come in a few more minutes, it was going to be unusually fast for him. She wondered if it had something to do with Simon and Hester being there. If so, then it must have had just the opposite effect on her. Maybe she'd been unconsciously holding back, saving herself for the exciting events and episodes she hoped would take place later.
"We could get on the carpet, Madge. Or use the couch, for that matter. I'll be damned if I don't think I'm going to come right away. I'm making an offer, of course. If you aren't ready, if you'd rather wait for Simon, it's all right with me."
Madge, undecided about making the race for her climax, had pulled her head up until only the big knob was in her mouth. Her lips were working on the glans, and her tongue was jabbing and lapping to stimulate the sensitive areas at the cleft and the ridge.
"Keep going, honey! I'll help you!"
At the same time she heard Ava's loud words, Madge felt the excited blonde's hands on her ass. She kept on going, wondering if Simon had also entered the living room, thinking fleetingly that maybe he'd take a turn at her. With his mouth and tongue, like Ava was getting into a position to do, or with his dark brown prick.
Or both ways, she thought, sliding her knees outward on the thick carpet to make her pussy more easily accessible to Ava's greedy mouth. Maybe Tony and Hester were also watching. She hoped they were. Tony, anyhow. She was anxious to find out if there'd be a problem. If so, they'd have to solve it the best they could.
Madge could have lifted her face and looked. Bert's fingers were still entwined in her hair, but she knew that the slightest upward pressure of her head would cause him to remove them. She also knew that the man's long snake was indeed about to shoot off. That realization, along with the delightful sensations Ava was producing, had her passion soaring enough to keep her from wanting to take the time to look.
Ava, on her back, had slipped her head between Madge's legs. She was kissing and licking Madge's buttocks.
Madge heard Bert groan. She slowed the motions of her mouth and tongue and pulled her knees closer together. Her thighs made contact with Ava's warm cheeks. She felt the blonde tugging on her ass, and eagerly lowered herself to Ava's lifting face.
She felt the warm breath, then the hot tongue licking her moist gash. She quickened the motions of her mouth and tongue. She heard Bert groan again and felt his fingers digging into her scalp. She felt the tongue slipping into her quivering flesh and heard a little moan coming from deep within her own throat.
Ava's tongue plunged in and out of Madge's hot cunt. Madge pushed down and squirmed until Ava's tongue went to her stiff clit.
"Now!" Bert said loudly.
Madge had already felt the tell-tale expansion, just as she'd felt the beginning of her own shuddering release. She knew Ava had heard Bert's outburst, because the blonde's tongue had started lapping furiously. Madge fondled Bert's balls with one hand, moved the circling fingers of her other hand rapidly up and down the long shaft, and spasmed at the same time the snake spurted and sprayed.
"Beautiful," Ava said. "Sometimes I feel so sorry for the stupid squares unable to rid themselves of the old-fashioned, narrow-minded, prudish shackles that imprison their minds."
"And their bodies," Bert said, chuckling.
He had his head back and his eyes closed. Madge had continued until his snake was totally limp. She'd swung around and was sitting on the carpet, her back against the couch, managing to hide her disappointment at finding there hadn't been any witnesses. Ava was also sitting on the carpet, a position she'd taken right after pulling out from under Madge.
"You are in a good mood," Madge said, smiling. "Simon really must have worked you over. I didn't feel or hear you thrashing around while your dear husband and I were blasting off, anyhow."
"Even I have limitations," Ava said, laughing.
"Simon's stamina is almost unbelievable. He told me he'd played it safe by having a session with Hester before they left home, but even so, few men could last through three of my climaxes. Not when they'd never been with me before, anyway."
"You just walked out and left him alone?"
"He isn't suffering, honey. He sent me to get you, and asked if I thought you'd be willing to make it a threesome. I didn't realize that Bert would want to climax so early in the evening."
"Why don't you bring Simon in here?" Bert asked, opening his eyes. "I imagine we'll all be in here sooner or later." He grinned. "Give this old man enough exciting sights, and he must might prove he's still no slouch in the stamina department."
Ava smiled and got to her feet. "Your reputation isn't at stake, honey. Sex shouldn't be a contest, anyhow-in stamina or in size." She looked from Bert to Madge. "Would you rather I bring Simon in here?"
"I'd like to take a peek at Tony and Hester first," Madge said, scrambling to her feet. "I mean, before I make any decision about Simon-here, or in a bedroom."
"That's no problem," Ava said. "We didn't close the bedroom doors. I'm sure they've made it once, though, in one way or another, because when I looked in they were just smooching and fooling around." The blonde frowned. "Come on. Let's get this over."
Madge followed, her pulse and heartbeat quickening. Ava stopped at the first bedroom doorway. Madge stood beside. Ava and looked. They had a side view of the bed.
Tony was on his hands and knees, straddling Hester, his face buried between her dark drown, wide-spread legs. Her chocolate-colored buttocks were raised by a pillow, and Tony's fingers were gripping her slowly squirming hips. Hester, her mouth engulfing the head of his stiff prick, her lips working slowly, was gently pressing and caressing his testicles.
"They're just getting started," Ava whispered. "It'd be a shame to interrupt them now, honey."
"Go get Simon," Madge said, speaking just as softly, not taking her eyes from the exciting sight. She was pleased to find it didn't disgust her. She started to add that they might as well let Bert watch too, but she saw that Ava had hurried along the hallway.
Tony's head began to bob up and down. Working her lips faster, Hester reached up and tugged at his butt. Madge, freed from one of her worries, turned and rushed to the living room. The only hurdle left now, aside from her sexual activities with Simon and Hester, would be approached when Tony saw her in action with one or both of them. She could only hope that he'd pass that test as well as she had.
Bert was still leaning back on the couch, his long snake still limp, his eyes closed. There was plenty of room without moving chairs and tables. Madge walked to the center of the room, put her hands on her hips, and stared at the doorway leading to the hall.
Ava entered first, then Simon. Ava stepped aside, and gave the dark man a little push. His upright prick was almost black. His blazing black eyes flicked up and down Madge's naked body, but he only took a few steps, then stopped.
Madge dropped her hands to her sides and smiled. "I guess you saw Tony and Hester making it, Simon. Later I want a chance at your lovely wife, too."
Simon grinned and moved forward. Madge dropped to her knees and put both hands on the thrusting tool. She took the hard knob into her mouth. For some reason she was momentarily disappointed. She guessed she'd been expecting something really special. Except for the color, his dong was just like a white man's.
She felt Simon's fingers stroking her shoulders. The whole idea was strangely exciting, because she was doing something so many considered forbidden, she supposed. But wasn't that an important part of the fun of being a swinger and a swapper?
Madge heard Bert chuckle. She worked her mouth and tongue expertly enough to make Simon let out a little groan and lurch forward. Then she pulled away and quickly got on her back. Simon followed her down. He buried his face between her breasts and stroked her body with his hands. She saw that Bert had moved his butt to the edge of the couch, and that Ava had moved closer for a better view.
Simon lifted his face and started sucking on her left tit. She started to get hot. She squirmed her ass against the soft carpet and caressed his warm back and shoulders. He glided his mouth and tongue down into the deep valley and up to the hard nipple on her jutting right mound. She met Ava's glittering blue eyes, then glanced over and saw that Bert's snake was raising its head.
Ava said, "Go down on her just long enough to get her steaming, Simon. Then she can go down on me while you prong her from behind. After that we'll try some other interesting arrangements."
"That's all right," Madge said. "I want it that way."
Simon had already started to trace a wet zigzag path down across Madge's trembling belly. She parted her legs, but he didn't even take time to kiss her inner thighs. He managed to part the short hairs with his tongue, and was greedily and expertly lapping her tingling clit before she could do much more than lift her ass from the carpet.
She had to fight against starting the race to fulfillment. She held her butt firmly against the carpet and looked at the dark brown fingers that had reached up to squeeze her throbbing titties. She didn't try to check the little moans of pleasure that escaped from between her parted lips.
Ava dropped to her hands and knees and kissed
Madge full on the mouth. Madge thrilled to the way two tongues were plunging in two different places. Ava broke the tongue-probing kiss and rapped her knuckles on Simon's bobbing head. Simon lifted his face, let go of Madge's tits, and sat back on his haunches.
Twisting around, Ava gracefully got on her back and parted her legs. She lifted her butt, wiggled, and stroked her blonde pussy hairs. "Come on, Madge." She laughed low in her throat. "And don't make a mistake, Simon!"
A frown flickered across Simon's dark, handsome face. Then he chuckled, showing perfect white teeth. "Don't worry. I always wait until I've been guided to the right target."
"That's the only act of sex in which I've never found any beauty," Ava said, lowering her ass and removing her caressing fingers from her twat. "And I'm happy to say Madge agrees with me. Right, honey?"
"Right," Madge said, willing to admit that a few times the pleasure had been worth the pain involved.
She pulled her feet and legs up enought to miss Simon's staring face, and rolled over on her side. That put her face near Ava's big breasts. As she swung her buttocks around toward Simon, she tongued Ava's nearest spiked mound.
She felt Simon's hands on her hips and, by walking backward on her knees while trailing her parted lips and darting tongue along Ava's smooth flesh, she got in position for Simon's penetration. Slipping her hands under and gripping the cheeks of Ava's firm bottom, thrilling to the exciting fragrance, she placed her opened mouth against the soft, smooth crevice.
She felt the blunt end of Simon's stiff shaft gently touching, seeking admittance. She pulled her right hand from under Ava's slowly squirming buttocks, reached back between her legs and grasped the hard cock, and placed the head at the right spot. He pushed, and the knob slipped in. He left it there until she'd returned her hand to Ava's smooth ass.
Then, as he shoved his rigid pecker further into her quivering pussy, she shoved her tongue into Ava's cunt. The blonde gasped, then moaned with pleasure as Madge's tongue touched her slippery clit.
Simon started screwing Madge. His steady strokes went deeper and deeper, his fingers gripping her hips, his warm flesh soon bumping hers with each forward push.
Madge started lapping Ava's clit. She matched the pace set by Simon, and soon Ava was moving her hips in perfect harmony. The three moved as one, in rhythmic unity, and Madge hoped they would reach a simultaneous climax.
But that wasn't to be. Ava started coming first. And even as she started to shudder, the squirming blonde told Simon to save his climax for her. Madge, wanting to feel the explosive spurts, put her inner muscles into play.
Simon pushed in and held, then slipped one hand around and under and inserted a finger into her hot, moist crack. She was already balanced on the brink. The expert fingering of her clit sent her toppling over the edge. She shuddered spasmodically, seconds after Ava sagged. Simon withdrew his finger and his hard cock, and she lifted herself until she was on her hands and knees.
"It isn't that I want to be selfish," Ava said, wriggling out from under Madge. "It's just that I worked so damned hard in the bedroom, I decided I deserved having Simon during his first climax. Why don't you let Hester and Tony take our places?"
Still on her hands and knees, watching Ava getting into position for Simon to get on top, Madge hadn't realized Tony and Hester were in the room. With a faint queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, she waited until Simon had pushed his thrusting tool between Ava's parted legs before she looked in the other direction.
As she saw the two pair of feet, the brown and the white, she heard Bert chuckle and say, "I suppose I might as well let my sex-happy wife play with my snake!"
But Madge didn't look to see how the husband was arranging himself and his long snake for his sex-happy wife. She tilted her face upward and let her gaze linger on the woman's black triangle and her own husband's prick.
His hard-on caused her to feel a welcome surge of relief even before she looked up and met Tony's friendly dark eyes. She smiled, then met Hester's twinkling black eyes. "Do I have to give you both a formal invitation or some damn thing?"
Hester quickly dropped down and wriggled into the place Ava had so recently vacated. Staring at the fascinating female flesh, which she was sure would turn out to be mainly different only in color, Madge felt her husband getting into the position Simon had recently been in.
But, even as she reached to guide the hard cock, and lowered her face to the exciting pussy, the most important thing to Madge was the knowledge that she and her husband hadn't destroyed the marriage that she knew many people would consider unworthy of saving.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ROD AND LINDA WERE WITH TONY AND Madge for the second time. Several days had passed since their first visit. Rod had been pestering Tony for another swapping session, partly because Linda was still refusing to have sex with him. He'd hinted once, then asked once, and after that he'd tried to give her the same silent treatment she'd been giving him since he'd swapped her off to Tony.
He'd even considered, and then rejected, the idea of raping his beautiful young wife. He'd kept hoping that somehow everything would work out. Meantime, he'd scored with one fairly attractive woman, a part of the deal in selling one of Tony's junkers, but he was anxious to get at the other swapping wives.
He felt cheated, as if he'd traded Linda for nothing. Not that he thought Madge wasn't a damned good piece. It was just that she was one woman, one piece, while he'd been thinking about the four other wives Tony had told him about. He couldn't understand why it was taking so long for them to be introduced to the rest of the swapping group.
The rule about not visiting the other wives alone seemed stupid to him. He'd told Tony that. His boss had just laughed and said that there had to be some rules, even when breaking rules. Rod had called Madge on the phone once, and she'd said much the same thing-and had volunteered the information that she'd been to a wild party the night before and was really too bushed to even think about sex. As if the hot-ass bitch could ever get that tired!
His thoughts returning to the present, Rod wondered when the hell they were going to make the switch. He and Linda hadn't been invited for dinner. They'd been there about fifteen minutes, and all were sipping a second drink. There'd been the usual yapping about nothing important. He hadn't said much, nor had he paid much attention to what the others were saying.
Hell, he was there for some action. Madge, the hot bitch, was sitting there with her shapely legs crossed, showing her tanned thighs like a teen-age teaser, and his pecker was getting stiffer by the second. He'd rather have screwed his own wife, though. Or, better yet, get a chance to go down on her. He was thinking he'd sure like to bury his face in her blonde--
"Let's finish our drinks and go to a bedroom, Rod," Madge said, interrupting his thoughts.
This he heard, loud and clear. He drained his glass, put it on an end table, and got up from the couch. He saw his wife's blue eyes flick down to the tent his hard cock was making in his pants. Then, afraid she'd leave him if he said something she didn't like, he hurriedly followed Madge's swaying buttocks.
Linda had been doing her share of the talking, but her mind hadn't been on the aimless chit-chat. She didn't really understand why she hadn't started having sex with her husband again. Because she'd told him so firmly that she wouldn't, she guessed.
It wasn't because she hated him. Actually, she didn't have much feeling for him one way or the other. She'd lost all respect for him, of course, and the love she'd felt. But mostly she disliked him because he'd caused her to lose her respect for herself.
She knew she was being silly for denying sex to her husband-as well as denying herself. A few times she'd almost gone to him as he slept on the couch, or had almost called out for him to come to her. Instead of doing what her common sense told her would be the logical thing, though, she'd played with herself.
Then, thinking of Tony-usually imagining that the handsome man had his mouth and tongue pressed to her hot flesh-she would finger herself to a climax. And not only during the night. During the day, alone in the apartment, she'd turned into something of a slave to her passions.
That one wild session with Tony seemed to have unleashed a dark side of herself she'd never known existed. She caught herself wishing she could do everything she'd ever heard or read about. Even when she wasn't particularly hot and passionate, she'd often acted out in her mind the things she wanted to try.
Not that she hadn't tried many positions with Tony. It was more than that. She wanted to try it with two men at the same time, maybe even with three. She wanted to be involved in a really swinging sex orgy. She wanted to put her mouth on Tony's penis, to take that hardness into her mouth.
"I understand that you haven't been sleeping with Rod, Linda."
Linda was startled by Tony's voice. Not by the words, but by the break in the long silence. She saw that his face and dark eyes were serious. The last time she'd noticed, he'd been looking at her crossed legs. His legs were crossed. She wondered if his penis was hard. She smiled and took a sip of her drink. She was beginning to like the stuff.
"Then my cheating husband must have also told you that I haven't been letting him screw me."
"Bitterness doesn't become you," Tony said, smiling. "Need I remind you that now you have to put yourself in the same category?" He held up his hand for a moment. "All right! You don't have to frown or glare! I'll admit that you can't be put in a class with Rod-so far."
"So far," Linda said softly. "So far I've only had sex with you. Would it put me in a class with Rod if I had sex with another man? Two more? Three?"
"I don't know why I bother to worry about you, Linda. Maybe because you're so young. Maybe because I had a hand in changing your life. I do know that you put too much importance on sex. For the wrong reasons, I mean. Sex is there to be enjoyed, just like the other good things in life. All you have to do is shake your feelings of guilt about what you call cheating, and you'll have a marriage as happy as mine."
"Do you really and truly believe that you have a happy marriage, Tony?"
"Yes," Tony said. "I'm not saying that our way of life could or would work for everybody, of course. But I do know that it works for us, as well as for millions just like us. Personally-and this may sound strange after the way I've just talked-I think you have a better chance to adjust to the swapping life than Rod has."
"Why? What makes you think that?"
"I have an idea Rod's the kind of guy who needs to put a wife on a pedestal. That could explain why he never had the nerve to teach you the things you enjoy so much. He could've been afraid that you'd laugh and make fun of him."
"That pedestal bit doesn't make much sense," Linda said, uncrossing her legs. "How could he feel that way about me and yet want to swap?"
Tony uncrossed his legs and got to his feet. "Hell, it'd take a psychiatrist or a psychologist to give you pat answers for anything having to do with sex. I'm just guessing about everything, of course, but I even doubt that Rod ever really loved you."
Linda finished her drink. Tony walked over and took the glass from her hand. She stared at the bulge there so close. "I don't want to talk any more," she said. "Why don't you take me to a bedroom?"
"We could stay right here," he said. "Maybe it'd be better if Rod did come in and see us. We could even go share the bed he and Madge are using now."
"No! I don't want him to see me!"
Linda didn't look up to meet Tony's eyes. He turned away just as she started to reach out and touch his poking penis. She watched as he got rid of the two glasses and started toward a bedroom. Then, telling herself that it was time to start shaking the feelings of guilt, she got up and followed.
The session started out like the first one they'd had, except that this time they were silent while they undressed. When she was naked, she climbed onto the bed and got on her back. Tony followed, again parting her legs and gazing at her exposed pussy for a few seconds before lowering his face.
She began squirming just as soon as his hot tongue licked her split. When he shoved his tongue in and began lapping her tingling clit, she cried out and wriggled wildly. Within seconds she arched and shuddered through a series of deep-rooted spasms of fulfillment that left her limp and breathless.
But she regained her breath and strength quickly enough to keep him from spearing his stiff shaft into her hot, moist flesh. With whispered words and pushing hands, she let him know what she wanted to do. He hesitated, seemingly about to say something, and then got flat on his back without a word.
A glance told her that he'd closed his eyes. She was glad of that. She got on her hands and knees and moved toward the foot of the bed. Her face only a few inches from the poking penis, she lifted one hand and gripped the base of the rigid shaft. It looked so big, so much bigger than she'd thought it was. Probably because she was so close, she decided.
She closed her eyes. What if she found she didn't like doing this? What if she started, then found that she hated it, and he wouldn't let her stop? He might grab her hair and keep his cock jammed in her mouth. She almost laughed. She could bite it. She'd bite the hell out of it if he wouldn't let her stop.
She opened her eyes. How foolish! She'd volunteered. She'd wanted to try it. She still did. He was a nice guy. He'd understand if she started and then discovered she didn't like it. She looked at his face again and saw that his eyes were still closed. And again she stared at the hard shaft, the dark red knob. She licked her trembling lips. Would he expect her to finish him that way? She'd read that some women took the stuff in their mouths and even swallowed it.
She felt a choking sensation. She'd also read that some women had to fight against gagging, no matter hew many times they did it just to please men, even when they didn't keep going until the man climaxed.
"I started to tell you a couple of minutes ago that it would be kind of foolish to do something you have to force yourself to do, Linda."
She didn't lift her eyes to Tony's face. She moved her circling fingers up and down on his rigid pecker. "I'm not exactly trying to force myself," she said. "I'm just hesitating ... because it'll be a first, I guess. And maybe because I'm afraid I'll find it less pleasant than in my fantasies."
"Feel free to stop at any time," Tony said. "I hate to sound indifferent, but I'm going to chance it by suggesting that it might be a good idea to save such an important first for your husband."
Linda lowered her face and brushed her parted lips across the blunt end of the hard prick. Rod didn't deserve any kind of a first from her. Tony did. He'd introduced her to so many thrilling firsts, she owed him a lot more than she did her husband.
She opened her mouth and slowly engulfed the entire head. Her first thought, though hazy, was in the form of a question. Why had she waited so long? It was a pleasant sensation. Excitingly so. The feel of the hard, throbbing flesh filling her mouth caused a warm glow to start spreading out from deep within her body.
She darted her tongue, tentatively, and heard Tony give a little groan. She circled her tongue around and around, rapidly losing herself in the pleasure of giving pleasure, yet aware enough to know that she was just as rapidly losing some of her awkwardness at performing the erotic act.
Taking more and more into her mouth, moving her head up and down with her lips tightly clamped around the stiff shaft, Linda soon found herself hoping that she wouldn't have to bite down to keep Tony from pushing her away.
She now realized that the real thing was far better than it had ever been in her fantasies. She could already feel a melting climax building in her hot loins, and she could already sense that when she made Tony's passion explode, her passion bubble would burst all by its lonesome.
And that, she thought without remorse, would be another exciting first to add to the many she'd happily experienced with Tony since she'd been shoved into the swapping life by a husband who'd never loved her. She speeded the tempo of her lavish worship, anxious to find out if she'd choke and gag at the spurting finish.
Tony gritted his teeth. His hands were clenched, and his arms were out-stretched, spasmodically jerking from pleasure. The young beauty needed no encouragement, he thought, watching her swirling silky blonde hair.
He'd had a strange wish to try and protect her from herself from the beginning-strange for him, anyhow. And, aside from not putting any pressure on her, he hadn't done a damn thing to keep her from doing what she'd wanted to do.
That last part made him feel better about the whole deal. She was doing what she wanted to do, and a good job of it, too. Maybe she'd started because of curiosity, he was almost sure she had, but she was keeping on because of an inner desire or need.
She was so young, so beautiful, so lovely. And she'd been so innocent. Most men would be pleased. He guessed he was in a way. But part of her charm had been her innocence. When he and Madge got through breaking her in, and the other swappers got a crack at her, she'd undoubtedly lose most of what had made her so attractive in the first place.
She was a quick learner. That seemed to be more proof of what he'd always thought. He felt that all humans performed all sex acts by instinct. The first time he'd gone down on a female he'd instinctively known exactly how to go about it.
Maybe some males had to be told how to touch the right spot, but females didn't have that possible problem. A man's prick was right there, out in the open, and thank old Mother Nature there was usually somebody around willing to engulf his, one way or the other, when it was erect and he was in a mood to have it sucked down.
Tony had been purposely letting his mind wander, deliberately trying to delay his galvanic orgasm as long as possible. He'd been doing this partly for selfish reasons, the sensation of getting sucked being as enjoyable as the gushing finale, but he'd also been doing it for Linda's benefit and enjoyment.
The greedy girl, no longer behaving like a novice at the erotic act so new to her, was, he knew, nearing her climax. He could tell by the way she was squirming her lovely nakedness, as well as by the strong suction she'd started applying only to the head of his throbbing tool.
Linda seemed to know what she was doing-instinct again, he thought-but he thought he ought to at least give her a token warning. After all, she was inexperienced, no matter how well she was doing, and she might not realize how fast it could happen without him even knowing the exact moment.
Tony knew that he had to make a decision, and that he'd better make it soon. He'd found that most females, no matter how long they had been at it, didn't like to go all the way with their mouths. Most, in fact, just used the oral method of stimulation to give, and find, an extra degree of pleasure while getting cocks hard enough to use for screwing.
Not that he hadn't encountered a few like his wife, of course. But not only was Madge an expert at French love, she was good at any kind of love or sex anybody could name. And some, he suspected, that might never have been named.
That wasn't really being fair, he thought, thrusting a few times as a warning signal, or actually true. His lovely wife just happened to be a totally uninhibited, free-wheeling sexpot. He was damned glad of it, too. He was her male counterpart, so that made them a perfect match.
Tony felt the muscles bunching in his legs. It wouldn't be long. Any second and he'd lurch and eject his boiling passion. He unclenched his fists and put his hands on the greedy girl's bobbing head.
"You'd better stop, Linda! Or prepare yourself!"
Her lower body began to shudder and tremble violently, and her lips and mouth and tongue worked even faster. He had only enough time to think that she'd decided to prepare herself for the deluge. Then he was lurching, entangling his fingers in her silky soft blonde hair, groaning as his throbbing cock jerked and twitched and discharged its load of lust.
After he'd removed his fingers from her hair, she kept right on going. He watched as her sleek nakedness slowly stopped trembling. She was in a class with Madge, he thought. And she, and her husband, had better adjust to that truth just as quickly as they could.
Linda finally lifted her face and big titties and sat back on her haunches. Her blue eyes were still filmed with passion, and her wet lips glistened. She boldly met his eyes and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "Did I do it right?"
He grinned. "You sure did, baby. If I didn't know differently, I'd swear that you'd had a lot of practice."
"I have had a lot of practice," she said. She laughed softly. "In my mind, that is. I enjoyed the real thing more, though. In fact, I've enjoyed all of my new sex adventures so far. When am I going to get a chance to meet your swapping friends and experience some more?"
"Soon," Tony said, watching as Linda lifted his prick and began bringing it back to a state of rigidity. "We're making plans, honey. Or Madge is. I'm leaving a few important details up to her, but I'm sure that you'll enjoy all of the things my sexy wife has planned."
Linda didn't say anything. Tony doubted that the lovely girl had even heard his last few words. Because she'd lowered her face, using her mouth and tongue in conjunction with her stimulating fingers, and he decided he'd wait a few minutes to tell her that one blow job was enough for one evening.
He also decided that he'd tell Madge that he thought the hot young beauty was ripe for her first venture into Lesbianism. The passive role, anyhow. And he'd be willing to bet just about anything that the greedy gal would soon become a free-wheeling sexpot like Madge.
Madge was being screwed by Rod and enjoying it. She was thinking about Linda. The next day, she decided, she'd get the lovely darling to come over, maybe for sunbathing on the patio, and then-well, then she'd see what happened when they were naked.
That settled, Madge let her mind wander. It was her second session of the evening with Rod. Their first had consisted of a slow sixty-nine, followed by a swift shift, and fast-bending climaxes. He'd taken her from behind that time, saying that he liked to play with her hanging boobies while pronging her from that position, and she'd been tempted to tell him that she wouldn't mind if he hit the other target.
But she'd discovered that many men were shocked to find that she enjoyed that, and even more shocked, and sometimes ashamed, to find that they enjoyed it so much. Even Tony, her dear understanding husband, never made a move in that direction unless she mentioned it.
That, she knew, was because he had a great fear of pain, of inflicting pain, and it was difficult for him to believe that it didn't hurt her more than she admitted. She wouldn't want that form of sex as a regular routine, of course. It was just that it did feel damned good at times, and it wasn't that the practice was all that unusual.
Rod, now on top, his strokes slow and steady, his face buried besides hers, had almost begged her to put him in contact with at least one other swapping couple. She'd said that she was making arrangements, and that he wouldn't have to wait much longer.
She hadn't thought it wise to chance telling him that she wanted Linda before the other swappers, male and female, got a crack at her. Nor had she wanted to tell him that she and Tony had been saving and then using most of their sexual energies when they were with the charming colored couple-along with Ava and Bert, of course.
Eighty miles was a time consuming trip for Simon and Hester, but they'd made it twice since the first wildly wonderful party that had lasted most of the night. She, along with Tony, Ava, and Bert, still couldn't decide whether or not the other members should be told about the colored couple.
They'd just about reached the conclusion that there was only one couple, and possibly the female half of another, with the necessary broad-mindedness that it took for integrated swapping. They weren't in any hurry to start sharing Simon and Hester anyhow, just as she and Tony weren't in any hurry to share Rod and Linda. They had promised Ava and Bert first crack, though. And as soon as she made it with Linda, or found out that she couldn't, she'd arrange a party.
Madge felt Rod quicken and deepen his strokes. She kept on caressing his muscular back and shoulders and matched the new pace. His fingers had been gripping her hips. They slipped around and under and gripped the cheeks of her ass. She swung her legs up and around and locked them around his waist.
Rod lifted his face. "Turn your snapper on," he said hoarsely. He pushed in and held. "Let me stay just like this while you milk me dry."
"All right," she said.
And that's what she did. She came with him, thrilling to the blissful sensations, returning his feverish tongue-lashing kiss, but in the back of her excited mind there were erotic thoughts of his beautiful young wife.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I USED TO HOPE THAT ROD AND I COULD have a place like this some day," Linda said, looking around the patio and the enclosed backyard. "Are you sure nobody can see through or over that board fence?"
"I had Tony go take a check the first time I stripped naked," Madge said. She laughed and reached around and unfastened her white halter. "Personally, I wouldn't raise hell if I discovered somebody peeking, honey. There are so few real pleasures in this life I'd hate to knock anybody out of something that wouldn't do me a bit of harm."
"Do you and Tony discuss everything?" Linda asked, staring at Madge's naked breasts. "Everything having to do with your swapping experiences, I mean."
Madge tossed the brief halter onto a lounge chair. "We don't try and hide anything from each other, Linda. Why?"
"Then you know what I did last night?"
Not sure how she should answer, Madge silently tugged the side zipper down, then peeled the tight white shorts down along her long tanned legs. She tossed the shorts onto the lounge chair while straightening up. The beautiful blue eyes were fixed upon her reddish-brown triangle.
"You didn't answer my question," Linda said, lifting her eyes, then looking away.
"I know that you had sex with my husband," Madge said, stepping out from under the metal awning into the bright sunshine.
"You know what I mean, Madge. Did Tony tell you what I did to him?"
Madge stretched out on her back on the thick blanket she used for sunbathing. She clasped her fingers behind her head and looked at the gorgeous young blonde's shapely bare legs. Direct bluntness, she decided, might be the best way to handle the entire situation. This was a first for her. She'd never before seduced a female, or tried to, for that matter.
"I know that you went down on Tony, Linda, and that you enjoyed it. He said that with a little more practice you'll be as skilled as I am."
Linda's beautiful face had flushed slightly. "I don't think I like the idea of being talked about like that."
"You'd better start getting used to it, honey. Swappers spend more time talking about sex than they do anything else. Hey, aren't you going to take your clothes off and get some sun? You act as if you'd never seen a nude female before."
"You have a beautiful body," Linda said, lifting her fingers to the top button on her pale blue blouse. "It's easy for me to understand why Rod would want you."
"I can say the same thing about Tony even before I see your body," Madge said, smiling. "Have you talked to Rod yet, Linda?"
"No," Linda said, slipping out of the blouse. She glanced around, then tossed the thin garment on top of Madge's shorts and halter. "And don't ask me why. I can't really understand why I don't want him to even touch me."
"Maybe I made a mistake when I helped trick you into that first swapping session, honey. I do want you to know that I didn't intend to help ruin your marriage."
"I've read that swapping has saved more marriages than it has destroyed," Linda said, wriggling out of her tight beige skirt. "It sounded silly when I read it, and it seems even sillier to me now."
Madge closed her eyes seconds after Linda's big breasts swung free. She was afraid the young girl would see the greedy gleam in her eyes. Tony had said that the lovely darling was an uninhibited free-wheeling sexpot, like her, but that didn't mean that the young beauty would easily swing into the delightful Lesbian activities.
Maybe she should wait until they were at a swinging party. Most of the wives were introduced to gay sex at such wild affairs. Seeing all the various sex scenes, drinking, being urged on by a group of naked males and females somehow made it easier. It'd been that way with her. She hadn't been married. But she'd been at a swinging party. And she'd gone the whole route that very night. With two lovely females.
Madge opened her eyes in time to see the blonde pussy being exposed. She kept right on boldly staring after Linda had straightened. But she only let her greedy gaze sweep up as high as the jutting titties. And she didn't trust her voice enough to speak. She was afraid whatever she might say would come out in a series of stammering squeaks.
"This feels so strange," Linda said, stepping out from under the awning. "Being completely naked out-of-doors, I mean."
"You'll get used to it," Madge managed to say, glad her softly-spoken words hadn't betrayed her nervousness or her almost overwhelming desire. What the hell had happened to the direct bluntness she'd decided to use? "I find that being naked outside like this often makes me sexy hot."
"I often find myself that way under any and all circumstances," Linda said, laughing and getting on the blanket beside Madge. "Tony told me that you were planning a party where we could meet some of the other swappers, or words to that effect anyhow."
Linda had gotten on her back, not touching Madge, but the warmth emanating from her luscious body seemed even hotter than the sun to Madge.
Lifting on an elbow, careful not to touch the dazzling female flesh she wanted to kiss and tongue, Madge saw that Linda had closed her eyes. Because of the bright sun, she guessed, wondering if she should offer to go get a pair of dark glasses.
"You'll blister," she said, forgetting the dark glasses she never used and remembering the suntan lotion she'd seldom used since her skin had developed such a deep tan. "How thoughtless of me!"
Madge scrambled to her feet and ran into the house. How stupid she'd been! Such a perfectly logical reason for putting her hands on the truly magnificent body, and she was fumbling around in a cabinet for a tube of magic that just about had to work wonders!
When she returned, within seconds, Madge saw that Linda had turned over on her stomach. That might be better, she thought, dropping to her knees beside the nude beauty. It wouldn't do to rush things too fast. As she'd undoubtedly do if she got her hands on the jutting mounds. Linda would probably automatically object to having her titties rubbed, anyhow.
"I thought it'd be a good idea for me to give you a warning or whatever before your first swapping party," Madge said, squeezing a few drops of lotion into the palm of one hand. "That's one reason I called and asked if you'd like to come over this afternoon."
"I think I'm prepared," Linda said, her voice slightly muffled against the heavy blanket. "I've read a great deal about the swappers, you know, and now I'll just have to get used to the idea of having a man in front of witnesses." She giggled. "Or men!"
Madge rubbed her hands together and started applying the lotion to Linda's smooth shoulders. She thrilled to the touch, but she positioned her knees so that she could look along the length of the smooth nakedness. The creamy buttocks, the long legs, the entire beautiful body was flawless.
"You seem to have forgotten one important thing," she said, slowly working her hands down to the delightfully rounded buttocks. "Didn't the articles you read have anything to say about some of the wives getting their jollies without the help of the husbands?"
There was a short silence. Then Linda said, "Yes. Sure, I've read about some of the wives having sex with each other. But I hadn't thought much about it, not when thinking about your group anyhow. I guess I thought you'd let me know if..."
"I'm letting you know now," Madge said shortly after Linda's words had trailed off. She caressed and kneaded the resilient cheeks of the lovely ass, not bothering to get the lotion that she'd really needed before reaching the sleek behind. "Tony tells me that you enjoy being kissed below, honey. Would you object to having a woman give you pleasure like that?"
There was another silence, longer this time, and Madge again cautioned herself about being too hasty. Linda was squirming slightly, seemingly getting excited, but it was too soon to take an all-out gamble. She wouldn't consider force. She'd hate like hell to have an outraged female on her hands.
"Have you let any of the wives do that to you, Madge?"
"Sure," Madge said, walking on her knees until her face and eyes were only inches from her busy fingers and fragrant flesh. "It even feels better than with a man. That's natural, I suppose." She laughed. "Meaning, of course, that it's natural for a woman to know exactly how to please another woman."
"Tony sure pleased me!"
Again Madge laughed. "And Rod pleased me!"
She pulled her fingers away and her upper body back when she saw that Linda was turning over. She caught a glimpse of the exciting pink flesh, the glistening gash before the lovely thighs closed.
Staring at the blonde mat, wondering if she dared bury her face without another word, Madge let out a little sigh. She almost wished she hadn't started the seduction. She wasn't sure that she wanted the responsibility of introducing any female to Lesbianism.
Not wanting to meet the girl's eyes, and unwilling to pull her gaze from the provocative pussy, Madge said softly, "I'm sure that I don't have to explain what I meant by going into all the clinical details, Linda. Just as I'm sure that you've guessed the real reason I have you here like this."
"Maybe you'd better put that real reason into words, Madge."
Madge had watched Linda's lower body tense. She looked and saw that the young beauty's eyes were closed. "I'm going to have a swapping couple here tomorrow evening, Linda. You'll like Ava and Bert. He has a little over eight inches. Ava's a blonde, bigger than you, and she'd rather lap a cunt than suck a cock."
Linda's eyes opened wide. Madge smiled. "Too blunt for you? Well, if you're going to be a swinger, you'd better learn to take everything in your stride. Personally, I've always thought I'd rather go down on a man. Now, after seeing and touching you, I'm not so sure. You don't have to say a word, honey." Madge shifted her gaze back to the mat of curly blonde hairs. "If it's all right with you, just part your lovely legs."
As the lovely legs did part, Madge smiled happily, lifted and shifted, and crouched on her knees between the creamy thighs. She heard a soft little gasp drift down from above, then a soft little moan as she leaned on her elbows and gently parted the silky hairs with trembling fingers.
Feeling Linda's fingers touching her shoulders, then moving over to her head, entangling in her hair, she watched the sweet split being pushed upward. She decided not to go through the usual pleasure-filled preliminaries. Linda was already hot, steaming, and there'd be plenty of time to teach the young darling all of the delightful Lesbian activities she was willing to learn.
These thoughts flickering through her feverish mind while she was lowering her face, Madge pressed her opened mouth to the moist groove. Linda lifted her ass high off the blanket. Madge slipped her hands under and clasped the slowly squirming butt.
Then Madge licked the puffy lips a few times, causing Linda's fingers to dig into her scalp, and bringing little cries of pleasure floating down from above. Even before Madge's tongue touched the stiff and slippery clit, Linda began to squirm furiously.
When Madge's tongue did touch the swollen organ, and she started lapping, Linda wriggled wildly and within a few seconds cried out that she was coming. Madge, having to tighten the grip of her fingers on the bouncing butt to keep from losing contact with the sensitive spot, thought dimly that the sexy young girl was even hotter and faster than Ava.
As soon as Linda shuddered one last time and went limp, Madge rested her flushed cheek on one of the sleek and warm thighs. She wasn't anywhere near a climax. She was hot, that was for sure, but it would take more than going down on a female to make her come. She wished she had a man right then, though. Or better yet, while she'd been exercising the strange and thrilling power over Linda-
"Are you suffering or anything, Madge?"
Madge raised up and met Linda's blazing blue eyes. "No, I'm not suffering or anything," she said, laughing. "Why? Did you have something in mind?"
"I'm not sure," Linda said. "I mean ... well, I'd decided to try everything at least once, but now I'm not sure I could..."
Tm not asking for any favors," Madge interrupted. "I enjoyed myself. Tremendously. I get a big bang out of giving almost as much as I do out of receiving. So you don't owe me a damn thing, honey."
"I've read about women doing other things together," Linda said, averting her eyes. "I think I'd like to try some of them. If s just that I'm not ready to commit myself an whether or not I could..."
This time Linda stopped talking without being interrupted. Madge said that she understood, meaning it, and then suggested that they go take a refreshing shower.
Then, getting to her feet, she looked down at Linda's poking titties. "Next time I'll start at those twin beauties," she said, smiling. "Do you think you'll like that?"
"I know I will," Linda said, scrambling to her feet. "I know damn well I will!"
Linda wondered how long she'd been staring at the white ceiling. Ten minutes? Fifteen? Not that it made any difference, she thought. She was enjoying herself while resting. Just thinking about, and reliving, the thrilling pleasures she'd experienced during the previous hour or so was fun. Not as much fun as the real thing, but then it was a sad fact that one couldn't be sexually active all of the time.
The quick climax she'd had out in the bright sunshine had only been the beginning. Not much, really, compared to what had followed inside the house and on the bed. Outside, on the blanket, it'd been over before she could brace herself mentally or physically.
But inside, on the bed, she'd really learned the truth about how wiser a female was when it came to pleasing another female. They hadn't showered, after all. No then. Madge, saying that she didn't think she could wait to put her mouth on such magnificent mounds, had told her to get on the bed. She'd willingly obeyed.
The next few minutes, she knew, would always be blissfully hazy in her mind, because once they were on the bed, Madge hadn't gone directly to her erect nipples. She'd kissed her full on the mouth. Feeling the female lips fastened to hers in a passionate kiss had shocked her, partly because of what had so recently happened, partly because they were feminine. They were so soft and smooth, so much like her own. It was, she remembered thinking a little wildly, almost like kissing herself. And in a sense she had. But when the sweet tongue had darted into her mouth, and she'd become vividly aware of the female fingers fondling her breasts, she'd returned the torrid kiss, heatedly using her tongue. From that moment on, she'd given herself over completely to her easily aroused passions. Almost. She hadn't taken the final, all-important step.
Madge had broken the tongue-probing kiss. Green eyes glittering, the lovely woman had then kissed and licked and sucked her throbbing tits. That lavish worship had gone on and on until she'd blurted out something about not being able to take it any longer. At the time she'd thought this had been the truth. But she'd found that she was able to take a lot more, and enjoy the near-agony of being kept balanced right on the brink of melting ecstasy for many glorious minutes.
Madge's greedy tongue had hardly missed an inch of her squirming body, front or back. Skirting her pulsating pussy, Madge had kissed and tongued right on down to her tingling toes. She'd turned over on her belly when Madge had huskily whispered for her to do so. Having her buttocks kissed had almost made her climax.
She remembered Madge laughing and saying that even the suntan lotion tasted good. That'd been when the caressing lips and tongue had reached her shoulders; and just before, Madge had excitedly told her to flip over on her back.
She'd thought then that Madge meant to go down on her right away. But she'd been wrong. The opened mouth had returned to hers, and the length of the naked female flesh had pressed against her nakedness. Breasts against breasts, thighs against thighs, and loins grinding against loins.
That had felt damned good. She hadn't even noticed the lack of a prick. Maybe that wasn't exactly true. But she hadn't really missed a male penetration. Somehow, and it still amazed her, the sensation produced by their cunts rubbing together had felt just about as good as it would've if there'd been a hard cock. Because she'd been so hot, she guessed.
She'd grabbed Madge's wriggling buttocks, really using her hands for the first time. Then, just when she'd been sure that she was going to climax at any moment, Madge had broken from her mouth and wasted no time in moving her face downward. She'd lurched at her greedy mouth; touched and grabbed Madge's soft hair. It had been better than the first time and far better than with Tony at any time, Linda thought.
Somehow, Madge had managed to prolong the wondrous pre-climax pleasure. Time after time the stimulating tongue had ceased its expertly applied caresses just before the shuddering spasms that eventually had her butt bouncing like crazy.
She was second-guessing, but she believed she would have reciprocated had Madge shifted around. She hadn't closed her eyes, even though the exquisite pleasure had been almost blindingly intense.
Seeing Madge squirming, groping with her own fingers, and hearing the passionate woman saying something about wishing to hell she had a man's stiff shaft in her, had caused her to make a quick move before she'd fully recovered. She remembered thinking that if she couldn't, or wouldn't, use her mouth, the least she could do was help with her finger. She'd known how to do that. She'd done it often enough to herself. Probing in the hot moist flesh, finding the right spot, she'd sucked on a hard thick nipple while fingering Madge through a climax. Sucking on the nipple still stood out in her mind just as much as the other.
And, again second-guessing, she believed that she would have buried her face between Madge's thighs right then if the older woman hadn't started talking.
Warning her, saying that some females got hooked on the gay sex to the extent that they ruined themselves for men, Madge had sounded very serious and sincere. She hadn't said anything, doubting that anything would ever make her not want sex with a man, and she still thought the sexy woman had been a little late with the warning.
Madge had also talked about the wife named Ava being a call girl. Linda had said that she couldn't see much difference in that and swapping. Madge had tried to explain the difference, the way most of the swapping wives would look at it, but she still thought it was drawing an awfully thin line to be scornful of the one and not the other.
Linda had laughed, still not sure that she'd just been kidding, and said that if she were to become a whore she wouldn't need a husband for any reason. Madge, again seriously, had said that the last thing she and Tony and the other swappers wanted was to break up a marriage. .
Not wanting to talk about her marriage, or her husband, Linda had swung from the bed and hurried to the bathroom. Finding one of Madge's rubber bathing caps, she'd showered, thinking that Madge would join her. But returning, she'd discovered that Madge had showered in another bathroom.
She'd been ready for more sex. Madge, already back on the bed, had looked her up and down, smiled, and told her to stretch out and take a little rest. She had. They hadn't touched, and there hadn't been any touching or anything said since.
"It's a trite saying or question, honey, but I could offer you a penny for your thoughts."
Linda turned her face and met Madge's green eyes. She lifted herself up, still not touching the lovely tanned flesh, and leaned on an elbow. "I was thinking mostly about the pleasure you gave me," she said. She smiled and arched her eyebrows. "And you?"
"I've been thinking that I might've talked too much, Linda. I wasn't supposed to mention Ava's return to the oldest profession."
"I won't let out that I know," Linda said, shifting her gaze to Madge's breasts. The poking mounds weren't as big as hers, though not all that much smaller, but the blunt nipples were at least four times the size of her pointed tips.
"Aie you excited about the party tomorrow night, honey?"
"You know I am," Linda said, moving until she was on her hands and knees beside Madge. "I think I'm ready to experiment some more." She laughed nervously, then sobered when she saw a frown flick across Madge's features. "If I'm going to be a swinger, I might as well go all out!"
"That's entirely up to you," Madge said softly. "Just make sure that you don't try and blame me or anybody else for what we both know you're doing because you want to do it."
Linda closed her eyes for a few seconds. She had been trying to blame everything on Rod. He'd started her on the road she'd taken, but she had been easy to push along.
She opened her eyes and saw that Madge's eyelids had lowered. Staring at the parted lips, then at the thrusting tits, she felt a choking sensation like the one she'd experienced just before going down on Tony. She had enjoyed doing that, she thought, quickly moving until she was kneeling between Madge's thighs.
Her face was now near the shallow navel. Putting her hands on the firmly pointed hips, she lowered her mouth and planted a wet kiss just below the dainty belly-button. Then, wanting to please as she'd been pleased, she kissed and tongued her way down to the short reddish-brown hairs.
Feeling Madge's buttocks beginning to squirm against the mattress, feeling the silky hairs tickling her chin, Linda lost some of her calmness. Her senses beginning to reel, she slipped her knees lower on the bed. She lifted her face just enough to get a look at the vaginal lips.
She remembered the times she'd used a mirror to look at herself. This was similar, like gazing at her own pussy. Only her hairs were blonde, her flesh a lighter pink. She felt a moment of panic. What if she couldn't go through with it? What if she started and then wanted to stop? Had to stop? She remembered thinking much the same just before going down on Tony. She'd thought about biting his prick. She'd bite Madge's pussy! She almost laughed.
Without hesitating any longer, Linda lowered her opened mouth to the smooth, soft slit. She heard Madge moan as the moist warmth surged upward. Knowing there would be no turning back, she plunged her tongue in, probed, and found the slippery clit.
So big, she thought dimly, so much longer and thicker than hers. The stiff flesh was throbbing against her tongue, just as all of the hot inner flesh was quivering and trembling, lurching towards Linda's greedy mouth. She slipped her hands under the buttocks and clasped them firmly.
She felt Madge's sleek thighs clamping against her cheeks, Madge's fingers entangling themselves in her hair. She didn't feel like a prisoner but just the opposite. She felt so powerful, so gloriously in control. It was similar to the thrilling power she'd exerted over Tony.
She'd had the husband, now she was having the wife. There'd be more husbands, more wives, and maybe she'd even do all the wonderful things with her own husband.
Linda, laboring happily, dimly heard whispered instructions from above. She quickly shifted her heated body around until she knew that Madge was laboring just as happily. And then she lost herself completely in the erotic embrace the older woman had just referred to as closing the circuit.
CHAPTER NINE
THE NEXT DAY, SHORTLY AFTER SHE'D prepared and eaten a light lunch, Madge called Ava. When she heard the big blonde answer, she gave a little sigh of relief. While dialing, she'd had the sudden thought that Ava might've gone on a trip with Bert.
"This is Madge, Ava. Will Bert be home tonight? In the city, I mean."
"As far as I know. He didn't tell me that he wouldn't."
"Good! I made it with Linda! Yesterday afternoon. All the way, honey! How's that for some good news!"
Ava laughed. "That depends. Is she interested in meeting me or Bert?"
"Oh," Madge said after a few seconds. "At first I didn't catch your meaning. She's anxious to meet you both. I mentioned Bert because I've planned a party for tonight. Just the six of us here. You'll be able to make it, won't you?"
"If I don't break a leg or some damn thing!"
"You didn't have anything else planned, did you, Ava?"
"Not for tonight," Ava said. There was a short silence, then: "I was getting ready to call you, Madge. In Pact, I'd started for the phone when it rang. I have a iob for this afternoon and could use a partner. I had a request, actually, and I said I'd see what I could irrange. Are you interested?"
"Maybe," Madge said, feeling her pulse quickening. "Maybe I'd better think it over some more, I should've said."
"Why? What is there to think over? Either you want some fun while picking up some cash, or your don't. I have to know right away. The appointment's for two o'clock, honey. I have to make a phone call by one. That doesn't give you much more time to make up your mind."
"What if I said no?" Madge asked, feeling silly for stalling, as she knew she wouldn't still be talking if she didn't intend to go.
"Then my boss would just have to get another gal," Ava said. "Or send me to the two Johns by myself. They want to see a show, an exhibition, and I thought of you. I mentioned to my boss that I had a prospective partner, I mean, and he gave me permission to take you along. To give you a try, as he put it. You don't have to meet the boss right away. Never, if you decide not to go on any more jobs." Ava laughed. "And before you ask, I didn't have to give your name or anything. He trusts me and my judgment."
"You'll still come to the party?"
"And why shouldn't I! Don't tell me you think I'd be too pooped for a party after an hour or so of sex! Or were you thinking of yourself?"
"I'm always right in there pitching as long as you are, Ava. Or bitching, might be a better way of putting it."
"What's wrong with you?" Ava asked, her tone indicating that she was genuinely concerned. There was a little laugh. "You sure as hell don't sound like your usual carefree, sex-happy self!"
"I think I'm just a little upset because I helped trick Linda," Madge said. "She was such a sweet innocent youngster and-"
"We were all sweet innocent youngsters at one time," Ava interrupted. "I guess I can include myself. Look, do you want to skip the two o'clock deal? I don't want a sad-sack on my hands, that's for damned sure. The Johns pay good money and I like to see that they enjoy themselves."
"Give with the directions," Madge said. "And tell me what to wear."
"That's my gal! You'll dig this scene, honey! Hey, should I try to get in touch with Hester and Simon? They might be able to make it tonight."
"No," Madge said, glad she'd managed to keep from shouting the word. "I'm not even sure that Rod's ready for the scene I have planned."
"How about Linda?"
"She's like us," Madge said. "It won't be long before she's ready for anything at any time."
Ava said she was getting hot just thinking about the good times to come, then gave the name of a hotel, adding that Madge should wear a simple street dress.
Madge, already getting used to the idea that she was turning pro, said that she'd be there on time. Ava said that she'd be waiting in the lobby, then hung up before Madge could say anything else.
Not, Madge thought, replacing the receiver and hurrying into the master bedroom, that there had been much she'd wanted to say. Aside from a few questions, and they would be cleared up once she got to the hotel, it seemed that she'd said all there way to say. She was going whoring, and it was just as exciting as going to meet new swappers.
There would be no new female, of course. But she'd have Ava and two males. It'd be similar to a swinging party, really, the only difference being that she'd be making money. Pleasure for profit hadn't seemed to have harmed Ava's marriage in any way, and she could handle Tony if he did find out.
Actually, she doubted that he'd give a damn anyway, aside from the fact that he might not like to admit that he had a whore for a wife. Call girl sounded better.
Madge had been looking through her dresses in a closet. She picked a dark blue frock, expensive but simple. She decided that she didn't need a bath, having had one late that morning. A dab of perfume here and there, a few strokes of a brush through her hair, carefully applied make-up, and she'd be ready.
Nylons? No. A garter-belt would just be that much more she'd have to take off. The customers, the Johns, shouldn't be too concerned about how she was dressed. Seeing her naked would be more important to them. But Ava should've given more instructions, more information. Would the men be old or young? In their middle years, probably. She hoped they weren't creeps. If so, she'd make her first professional job her last.
Madge decided not to drive because of possible parking problems. She'd never liked to drive in heavy traffic, anyhow. She called a cab, then decided to have a highball while waiting. She hadn't had anything planned for the afternoon, and she'd be back in plenty of time for the minor preparations necessary for the party that evening.
She'd told Tony, in detail, about the fun-filled time she'd had in introducing Linda to Lesbian activities. Her horny husband, getting vicarious thrills during the telling, had become stiffly excited, and they'd ripped off a piece right there in the living room.
Madge had two strong drinks before the cab arrived. She chatted with the young cabbie, enjoying the mild flirtation, wondering what he'd say if he knew she was on her way to an illicit meeting. Not that a cab driver would be surprised at anything, she quickly told herself, amused by her own silly thoughts.
Tipping him a reasonable amount, enjoying the way the young man boldly admired her legs and buttocks, Madge was in the mood for sex even belore she spotted Ava in the hotel lobby. The big blonde was wearing a light green street dress and heels without stockings. Madge was glad to see this, feeling that she'd guessed right about one thing concerning her new job.
Ava was sitting on a wide leather couch just to the right of the entrance. She stood up as Madge approached. "I'm glad you got here early," she said, smiling brightly. "I forgot to tell you the room number. Hey, don't look so nervous, honey. You act as if you're going to be tapped on the shoulder and hauled off to jail just any second!"
Ava hadn't raised her husky voice. Madge forced a smile, hating herself for allowing her nervousness to show. She was just as sophisticated as Ava, except for the professional sex, and she promised herself that she'd soon change that.
"So I'm nervous," she said, glancing around, pleased that nobody was paying any special attention to them. "How did you feel on your first job?"
"I was almost nervous enough to turn tail and run," Ava said good-naturedly. "Come on, Madge. There's nothing to worry about. My boss has had a deal with the management for years."
Madge followed Ava to a row of self-service elevators. They entered one and Ava punched the tenth floor button before anybody joined them. They embraced when the door closed, flicking the tips of their tongues together before pressing their parted lips in a brief kiss and then pulling away from each other.
"There's absolutely nothing to worry about," Ava said. "The boss makes all the arrangements. We don't even collect the money. That's mostly to prevent possible entrapment, of course, but it also seems to make the men feel that it isn't quite so commercial or some damn thing. You know?"
"I guess so," Madge said just as the elevator doors opened. She followed Ava out into the hallway. "I don't understand why a man would pay, though. Or would have to pay. Not with all the free stuff floating around."
Ava laughed. But she didn't answer until they'd walked along the hall, stopped in front of a door, and she was fishing a key from her small purse. "You haven't given the matter enough thought, Madge. You know damn well there isn't anything free in this world. Not in the true sense of the word, anyhow."
Knowing that Ava was right, especially where men and sex were concerned, Madge entered without answering. It was a richly furnished suite. There was even a well-stocked bar. Through a doorway she could see a bed, and beyond the bedroom, a bathroom.
"They should be here in a few minutes," Ava said. "Do you want a drink while we're waiting?"
"I'd better not," Madge said, walking over and sitting down on a couch. "I had two before I left home."
"It's better that we don't drink," Ava said, walking over and standing in front of Madge. "Oh, we might have a drink or two if the men want it that way, but we aren't here for a wild party." Ava laughed. "Not one that'll last and last like I hope the one tonight will, anyhow!"
"I think we'd better keep the action in the bedrooms tonight," Madge said, leaning back on the couch. "I'm not sure how Linda's husband will react. Not that such things can really be determined in advance, of course, but I think Rod should be given more time before the way-out stuff. He might turn out to be a trouble maker."
"That's a gamble we take with all first-timers," Ava said. "But he isn't really a first-timer now, is he?"
"He hasn't seen Linda having sex," Madge said. She patted the couch beside her. "Why don't you sit down?"
"Because I couldn't keep my hands and mouth off you," Ava said, winking. "I'll have to give you the seventy-five bucks later, honey, after I collect from the boss."
"I thought it was to be fifty."
"They're paying extra for the exhibition, Madge, as well as for the chance to bang us both. They'll probably want to shift around, I mean. Hey, did you tell Tony?"
Madge said that she hadn't told her husband, Ava said that at times it was best to keep some things a secret, and then there was a knock on the door. Ava, turning and hurrying to the door, told Madge to just follow her lead.
Both men looked to be in their late forties or early fifties. They were neatly dressed, clean-looking, and appeared to be more nervous than Madge felt. Then Ava started giving out with a cheery line of banter that relaxed Madge as much as it seemed to relax the men.
Ava's fast and friendly talking had to do with giving thenfirst names, saying that they were both married and in the business mostly for kicks, and was ended by offering the men a drink. Both said they might have a drink later. But they didn't give their names, and they remained near the door, grinning and behaving, it seemed to Madge, like a couple of very young kids who had just been offered all the candy they could eat. She didn't see any physical evidence of excitement, though, and began to wonder if they were there to watch because they couldn't do anything else.
She had gotten to her feet when Ava had mentioned her name. She'd also plastered a smile on her face. During the short silence that seemed like a long one to her, she changed her mind about their ages, now figuring that the men were both in their late fifties.
One's hair was gray, and the other one, except for a brown fringe, was bald. Neither one would have gotten a second glance from her on the street, if she'd noticed them at all. They were just ordinary-looking elderly men, and she had the feeling that if five minutes passed without seeing them, she'd forget what they looked like.
"Well," Ava said, glancing at Madge and winking, then looking back at the silently grinning men, "we'd better not waste any more valuable time, had we? All I was told is that you wanted to see a show. You fellows will be free to join at any time, and may do as you wish, or make requests, as long as there isn't any way-out rough stuff."
The grins left the two faces, but the men still said nothing. Ava turned, swayed over, put an arm around Madge's waist, and faced the man. "Are there any comments or questions before we go to the bedroom?" She laughed. "Come on, fellows! Loosen up! You've paid damned good money to have fun, haven't you?"
"This is all new to us," the bald man said. "My name's Myron, and this is Ben. We've both been married for a hell of a long time. I haven't cheated on my wife in nearly twenty years, and Ben claims that he hasn't had but the one woman in all his life."
"I'm still not sure that I'll change that," Ben said, looking toward the bedroom doorway. "I still think it's kind of ridiculous for us old farts to be here like this."
"Ben's speaking only for himself," Myron said, chuckling. "You girls just go ahead and go into what I guess you'd call your routine. I'm already sure that I'll be able to get hard, and maybe a stiff dick will cause Ben to lose some of his scruples."
Ava's hand slipped down and patted Madge's buttocks. "I guess we'll just have to kind of improvise, honey. I'll have to admit that I've never run into anything quite like this. It seems that we have a couple of rather reluctant customers on our hands."
Madge had agreed with Ben. The whole deal seemed kind of ridiculous. As well as a little sad. "There really isn't much to improvise when acting out a lesbian scene," she said, smiling at the two men. "Not that we'll be acting! Have you ever watched two women making love? Having sex?"
"No," Myron said, dropping his eyes to Madge's legs.
Ben also looked at Madge's legs. "And it's beginning to look as if we never will."
Ava spun Madge around and kissed her full on the mouth. Then, clutching Madge's ass, she pulled her face back and whispered, "I wanted to see how you'd handle the old farts, honey. We'll go to the bedroom now and just let them follow whenever they're ready."
That's the way they worked it. Madge found out later that Ava had been serious about wanting to see how she'd handle things on her first job because of a report Ava was supposed to give to the boss. But the elderly customers, and the way they'd behaved, had even thrown Ava for a loss as to just how to handle the situation.
Madge saw the men entering the bedroom just after she and Ava had removed their dresses and were freeing their breasts. She didn't look directly at them, however; nor did Ava. They kicked out of their heels, peeled out of their panties, and climbed on the bed.
They didn't fake their torrid love-play. They didn't have to do that. But they rolled and tumbled and wrestled around on the big bed for all of fifteen minutes before actually going down on each other. They licked each other's parted lips, kissed with mouths wide open, and kept their hands busy and their naked bodies in constant motion. They took turns kissing and licking each other's titties, sucked nipples, tongued each other's thighs, and ground their pussies together. Fingers squeezed asses, probed cunts, and playfully plucked at pussy hairs. Madge almost forgot about the men a few times, and quick-triggered Ava shuddered through a climax about halfway through the wanton exhibition.
Madge caught a glimpse of the two men now and then. Myron was standing on one side of the bed with Ben on the other; both stared greedily at the girls. The men were still fully clothed, and she could detect only a slight swelling in the front of their trousers.
Ava started the final, all-important shift into reciprocating aggressiveness. It wasn't any too soon for Madge. She'd been dose to starting the glorious race to fulfillment several times, especially when she'd fingered Ava to and through a spasmodic release, but she hadn't had much trouble in holding hack. She wanted to earn her money by showing the men a good time, and she felt that it might take a lot of laboring when they did get aroused enough, but mostly she wanted to save her strength for the party that night.
Even when her face was clamped tightly between Ava's sleek thighs, and Ava's face was clamped just as tightly between hers, she almost wished that one of the men would climb onto the bed and replace Ava's tongue with his stiff prick.
But that didn't keep her from finding joy in doing and being done. Nor did it keep her from melting into a series of shuddering spasms while greedily bringing Ava through the same wondrous melting sensation.
They pulled away from each other without waiting until they'd fully recovered, finishing with Ava's head closer to the foot of the bed. Madge, rolling over on her back, looked at the two men while Ava was lifting, swinging around, and getting into position where they could exchange a wet kiss.
The kiss, Madge thought as soon as Ava rolled over on her back, should have been left out of the exhibition, because both men continued to stare, but their expressions were a combination of revulsion and lust.
"Don't you two gentlemen go in for the more erotic activities?" Ava asked, laughing and cupping her big tits.
"Hell, no!" Myron blurted.
Ben asked, "How could you possibly kiss after doing what you did?"
"It was just as easy and as enjoyable as kissing before we went down on each other," Madge said, not trying to keep from frowning. "Who the hell are you to be so damned righteous about anything having to do with sex? You saw what you paid to see, didn't you? And you enjoyed it! I saw you drooling like-"
"That's enough," Ava said, putting her fingers over Madge's lips. "You're here to do a job, honey, not to make a speech. Sorry, fellows, but this is Madge's first trick as a pro. The peculiarities of the Johns, if you'll excuse the expression, do take a little getting used to, though."
Madge forced a smile and parted her legs. She guessed she had been too touchy. "Aren't you gentlemen going to do anything?" she asked, looking at Myron because he was on her side of the bed.
"I am," Myron said, chuckling and quickly beginning to remove his clothes. "Come on, Ben. You aren't going to pass up a chance at all this hot young flesh, are you?"
Ben didn't answer. He simply got undressed. Soon, looking from one man to the other, she started to feel better. Both men were lean and wiry. Their bodies were surprisingly well-preserved, and neither had been cheated when it came to the most important masculine equipment. And both were tremendously aroused.
Myron, his stiff shaft swaying, got on the bed and between Madge's legs before Ben was completely naked. He braced his hands and arms and looked back and under while she guided. He gasped when the head slipped in. Then he groaned and lowered his sinewy chest against her thrusting tits when she lifted and encompassed the entire length of his rigid rod. He buried his face next to hers, on the side away from Ava's, and started pumping. Madge, matching his slow strokes, was able to watch Ben mounting Ava. Ben acted and reacted the same as Myron had. That left Madge and Ava free to kiss. Which they did shortly after the four of them had the big bed bouncing right along with their rhythmically moving bodies.
The men lasted and lasted. Madge and Ava stopped kissing and started screwing in earnest. They saw the surprise in each other's eyes, but they didn't say anything. It was Madge's first experience with a man getting along in years; she found out later that the same was true of Ava.
Madge, still a little angry because the men had let her see their scorn, wasn't using her inner muscles. She didn't want to give that special pleasure to anybody she didn't like. She'd also heard or read that prostitutes seldom climaxed with paying clients. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself. Any sex was better than no sex. But she wasn't having to hold back as she was sure Ava was.
"We could switch," She said finally, partly to give Ava a chance to keep from losing control and partly because she was curious as to how it'd be with Ben.
Myron and Ben lifted their faces, and then their upper bodies, at the same time. But they kept right on with their steady strokes. Ben said that he wanted it understood that he was going to get all he'd paid for; then Myron chuckled and said that meant a full hour and all the imagine tricks whores were noted for.
"Don't worry about missing out on anything," Ava said, pushing against Ben's chest. "You'll both walk out of here limp if it takes all afternoon. If, of course, you're able to walk!"
Madge didn't say anything, and she closed her eyes during the somewhat awkward shifting. She didn't like the insults that went with whoring. She wasn't sure that she'd even go on another job.
"Turn on, Madge! Snap like crazy!"
Startled by Ava's loudly spoken words, Madge opened her eyes. She saw the big blonde start to wriggle furiously. Myron was just holding on and in. She knew that Ava was also snapping or milking with her inner muscles. She'd been told that Ava was good at that, just as she'd been told that she was even better.
She'd accepted Ben and had been moving with his steady strokes. There wasn't much difference in the two men, the two cocks, and they'd seemingly thought the same thing about the two cunts they were using. Because without the kissing and the caressing it was too much like being used as a handy receptacle. She'd never felt so strangely detached during an act of sex in her life as she did with Myron or with Ben.
While mulling over these thoughts and finding fault with the Johns and whoring, Madge had put her body into furious motion. And Ben had grabbed onto her wildly squirming ass so as to hold on and in. She saw that Ava was coming. She mashed her open mouth to Ava's, returned the passionate tongue-lashing kiss, and turned her inner muscles on.
Within seconds she'd milked the throbbing tool dry. She didn't come. As soon as she'd pulled her mouth from Ava's and the four of them were still, she said this would be her first and only job.
"Why?" Ava asked.
"Because I don't like it. It's as simple as that. Don't worry, though. I'll help you sex these nice gentlemen to a frazzle."
And she did.
CHAPTER TEN
LINDA SIPPED AT HER DRINK. IT WAS HER second. She didn't really want or need it, just as she hadn't wanted or needed the first one. But drinking seemed to go with the swapping, which she guessed was natural. Liquor was used as a kind of crutch at many social affairs, and it was probably almost a necessity for most people where sexual promiscuity was concerned. Not that anybody was drinking enough to get drunk. Sr far. And she hadn't seen any excessive drinking during her limited experiences with the swappers. She'd gotten a little tipsy that first time, of course, but the drinking hadn't caused her to do anything she hadn't wanted to do.
Linda was trying not to be caught looking at Ava's bare legs. She suspected that Madge had told the big blonde all there was to tell, but she was afraid Ava would make some telltale remarks in front of Rod. She dreaded having Rod find out about her Lesbian activities with Madge. She couldn't really get used to the idea that she'd gone all-out for that strange kind of pleasure herself.
Rod was sitting beside her on one couch, and Ava and Bert were on a couch directly across from them. She was sure that she was going to like the friendly couple. She hoped to have a chance to be alone with and feel Bert's long dick. She guessed it would be worked so that' she went to a bedroom with him first. And Rod would probably have a go at Ava first. When Madge, or somebody else, got around to admitting what they were all there for.
Madge was sitting in a large upholstered chair. Her bare legs were crossed, as were Ava's, and Linda saw that both Ava and Bert were openly admiring her own crossed legs along with the rest of her body that they seemed to be stripping naked with their eyes.
Tony had been mixing and serving the drinks, doing most of the talking, and perching his butt on the wide chair arm by Madge from time to time, where he was right then. He'd just finished saying something about a recent party. Linda hadn't paid much attention, but she'd noticed that Madge had seemed to flinch each time Tony mentioned a wife named Hester and a husband named Simon.
"It's wasting a lot of time to talk about a wild party we had at our apartment when we have an opportunity to have another right here and now," Ava said. She finished her drink and placed the glass on an end table. "Linda, honey, do you have any objections if I get things started by taking your husband to a bedroom?"
"She shouldn't," Rod spoke up before Linda could answer. "Hell, she hasn't even slept with me since we started swapping!"
Linda stared at her glass. "Let's don't argue in public," she said. "Go on with Ava and have a good time."
"Thanks for the kind wishes," Rod said.
Linda turned her face, but he didn't look at her. He finished his drink and stood up. Ava uncrossed her legs, smiled, and got to her feet. Bert reached out, patted his wife's ass, and told her to have a good time. The big blonde winked at Linda and said that she was sure that everybody was going to have a wonderful time.
"I was hoping that our prolonged visit yesterday would somehow help you and Rod," Madge said.
Linda pulled her eyes from the doorway through which she'd just watched Rod and Ava disappear. She knew that Rod was the only one who didn't know about her venture into Lesbianism. She didn't care, though. Her husband would have to know sooner or later, just as he'd have to witness her having sex with a man.
"It seems to have become a habit for us to not even talk," she said, uncrossing her legs and putting her drink on a table. "I don't need that stuff."
"That's good news," Bert said, chuckling.
Madge said, "You and Bert run along and get acquainted, honey. We'll continue to play it kind of cool until you and Rod get more adjusted to your new way of life."
Linda stood up when Bert did, then followed the older man from the living room. The welcome warmth had started in her loins and was spreading. She didn't need liquor to get drunk. She could get drunk on sex, enjoy that heady drunkenness much more, and not have to worry about a hangover.
Bert wanted to know if it would be all right to leave the light on. Linda said she wouldn't have it any other way. He closed the door and took her into his arms. She pressed her body close to his. His mouth covered hers, and his fingers clasped her buttocks. She liked his kiss, the way his tongue probed, and she used her tongue. She felt his big, soft prick pushing against her body and would have been a little apprehensive had Madge not said that Bert was gentle with his long-lasting tool.
Bert broke the passionate kiss and pulled his face back. But he didn't release his tight grip on her ass. "I'm a jaded bastard," he said. "Did Madge tell you?"
"Yes. She also said something about you and the other wives calling your penis a snake."
He stared at her parted lips. "I don't really know how that got started," he said. "Tell me what I'm going to do to you, baby."
Linda understood what he wanted to hear and why. "You're going to screw me when your big snake gets hard and stiff," she whispered. She felt his snake lifting. "You're going to slip your prick into my pussy and screw me until we both come."
He mashed his open mouth to hers. She squirmed against him, feeling his huge penis expand more and more. He broke the tongue-probing kiss and dropped his hands from her firm fanny.
"You're so young," he said. "So beautiful."
"Thank you," she said turning and walking to the bed. She slipped her dress over her head. He was still standing where she'd left him. She lowered her eyes to the big bulge. "You don't look so jaded now. Do such words always excite you?"
"Yes," he said, watching as she freed her breasts. "When they're spoken by a young beauty I've never had before, anyhow."
"Take your clothes off," she said, licking her lips. "Get naked and put me on the bed and bury your cock in my cunt." She laughed. "Why are such simple words so exciting to hear and to say? Because they're forbidden? Is that the reason I find this swapping life so thrilling? Because I was taught that such wonderful pleasures were forbidden?"
Bert didn't answer. Nor did he take his clothes off and screw her right away. He hurried forward, dropped to his knees, and peeled her brief panties down and off. He took time to remove her heels, then pushed against her parted thighs, indicating that he wanted her to sit down on the side of the bed.
She did, eager for what she knew he was going to do, then lurching and moaning as his mouth found its hot target much sooner than she'd expected. His tongue licked, probed, found, and then began lapping at her cunt. It felt good, damned good, but she deliberately kept a tight rein on her passion. And she didn't touch him with her hands.
It was early, she hoped for a long evening of fun-filled sex experiences, and she'd already learned that it was wise to keep some strength in reserve whenever possible.
Besides, after having Madge go down on her, she doubted that any man could really match that method of pleasure-giving. Bert was good, about the same as Tony, and she guessed they'd both be considered experts, but it took another female and feminine knowledge to really do it the way it should be done.
Bert stopped as abruptly as he'd started. "A truly delightful twat," he said, grinning and getting to his feet. "Ava will really go for you, baby." He chuckled. "And, from what Madge said, you'll really go for my sexy wife!"
Linda, her eyes open, had fallen backward on the bed. She'd unconsciously been squeezing her throbbing titties. She silently released the jutting mounds and sat upright, interested in only one thing at the moment. Would eight and a quarter inches give more pain than pleasure? After all, she only had Madge's word that it wouldn't hurt.
Hurriedly shucking out of his clothes, Bert stepped close to Linda as soon as he was naked. His long snake was totally erect. Linda could only stare for a few seconds, as she'd been doing since the huge penis had been exposed. Then she lifted both hands and began caressing the long smooth hardness.
It wasn't much bigger around than the two other hard cocks she'd seen and had. She'd only had Tony's in her mouth, of course. But if she stayed with Rod, it
wouldn't be long before they'd be doing everything to and with each other. They'd both been foolishly stubborn for not having sexual pleasure together since joining the swappers, even if it had been her fault more than his. Maybe they could get that straightened out this evening.
"Go ahead," Bert said softly. "It'll still be stiff and ready when you get tired."
It was. Not that she was all that tired when she stopped sucking. She mostly wanted to hurry and get the long snake in where it really belonged. She knew, from talking to Madge, that pleasure couldn't always be measured in inches, but she didn't want to depend on second-hand information about anything where sex was concerned.
When they were on the bed, Bert wanted to take the time to kiss and nibble and suck on her tits after he'd gotten between her parted legs. She didn't mind waiting a little longer. She'd been so close to coming so many times that she figured she'd only last about thirty seconds, anyhow.
She trailed her fingers over his back and shoulders, enjoyed the breast-worshipping, and thought of Ava just about as much as she did of Bert, and about how much pleasure Madge had said it was to go down on a female while being screwed by a male. She wanted first-hand knowledge of that, too.
He soon lifted his face and his body. She put her fingers on his hard cock and whispered that she was guiding his snake to her snatch. He grinned and had just enough time to say that nobody had to worry about her not becoming a swinger.
She gasped as the head slipped in. He pushed in two or three inches and said that maybe they'd better get on their sides where he could control the penetration better. She said nothing. She was clamping her upper teeth over her lower lip and holding her body perfectly still, fighting to keep from coming before they could even start screwing.
But she rolled over with him, taking two or three more inches during the few seconds it required for them to get in a comfortable position. He thrust slowly, going a little deeper with each stroke, and she started coming at about the tenth time his prick plunged.
He'd grasped one cheek of her ass with one hand. She knew, even while she was thrusting and twisting furiously, that he was trying to control the depth, the amount of cock her cunt took, but she wanted it all. She told him that, loudly and explicitly, but he wouldn't give it to her, or let her take it.
When she'd finished climaxing, he slowly and carefully pushed all the way in. She felt it hit bottom. It didn't hurt, not then. But she was sure that it would have had he allowed her to stab herself that deeply while caught up in the throes of a climax.
He didn't say anything; nor did she. He started screwing her. He pulled his long snake almost out, then pushed it almost to the bottom, and then repeated the slow thrusts over and over and over. She remembered that Madge had said that he could go on almost indefinitely if he didn't want to explode, and that it took a hell of a long time when he did want to shoot off.
She hoped he wouldn't screw her too long. It felt good, wonderful, but she didn't want to tire herself out with him. Tony would probably want her. And she wanted to be with Ava. Madge would still be going strong, no matter what she did or who she did it with-and she'd just about decided to have sex with Rod, maybe even before they went home.
"Do you folks mind having some company? We got lonely!"
Linda, moving with Bert's steady strokes, had closed her eyes. Hearing Madge's words, she opened them. Madge and Tony were standing beside the bed, both naked, both smiling broadly. She looked at Madge's pussy, then at Tony's poking prick. Bert hadn't stopped, so she kept moving with him. She found it strangely exciting to be watched while having intercourse. She wished she could come right then.
"We want to get in on the act," Tony said, chuckling. "Hell, Bert's snake will still be right there for anybody who wants to use it when Rod and I are too pooped to poke!"
Madge winked. "We thought you might like to try another experiment, Linda. Bert-likes to watch just about as much as he-likes to do. Afterward, you might want to take a shower and then go join Ava and Rod. If you're going to keep on swinging he'll have to find out everything, you know."
While Madge had been talking, Bert had taken matters into his own hands. And Linda hadn't protested when he'd taken his stiff snake out and swung from her and the bed. She'd been looking forward to being a member of a threesome; and she thought it a good idea that she and Rod get things settled.
"This was a put-up job," Bert said, taking a towel from a nearby chair and then sitting down. "Ava's in on it, too. We're all anxious to find out if your husband will be able to attend our swapping parties without being or becoming jealous."
"Would you let a divorced woman attend your parties?" Linda asked.
"Certainly," Tony said. "In fact, you have a home right here any time you want to move in."
Madge, climbing onto the bed, said that Tony was also speaking for her. Then, after getting on her back beside Linda, she added that she hoped it didn't come to that.
"Because you wouldn't really want me around all the time?" Linda asked, quickly straddling Madge's lovely nakedness.
"Because the main reason for swapping is to prevent divorce," Madge said.
That sure as hell wasn't her reason, Linda thought, lowering her parted lips and darting tongue to Madge's smooth belly. Sex and more sex was what she wanted, and if it turned out that her husband changed his mind about swapping, she didn't really give a diddly-damn. She wouldn't let him stop her.
Linda parted Madge's tanned thighs, parted the soft and silky hairs, and then pressed her opened mouth to the smooth and moist split. She kissed the quivering lips, felt Tony getting on the bed, waited for him to get into position.
She reached back to do the guiding. At the same time Tony shoved his stiff shaft into her clasping cunt, she slithered her tongue into Madge's pulsing pussy. Each new sex experience seemed to be even better than the last, she thought happily. She'd have to remember to thank Rod for giving her the chance to become a swinging swapper.
Rod was nibbling on Ava's big tits. His pecker was hard again, or still, because it had been stiffly poking since before they had returned to the bed. He'd even wanted to screw her a second time while they'd been jammed together in the shower stall. But she'd told him that he had better think about saving his strength for the hours of fun ahead.
He'd tried not to think about the fact that during those fun-filled hours he might see his wife having sex. He had been telling himself that he'd be able to take it. And he really felt that he could. But it would be hell to discover that he couldn't.
Ava was one of the hottest women he'd ever had when it came to wanting a tongue used on her. Just about as soon as they'd gotten naked and on the bed she'd shoved his face down between her legs. He'd had time to kiss her mouth, of course-and be passionately kissed in return-but right away she'd pushed his mouth to her big tits. Then, before he'd gotten going good on those big beauties, she'd put the pressure on his head. Not that he hadn't willingly gone down on her, and not that he hadn't enjoyed it. She had a snazzy snatch, that was for sure. He'd tongued her through two climaxes without stopping. Clamping his head to her own crotch had caused him to continue after her first series of shuddering spasms. During this he'd been thinking of Linda, because Ava, a blonde, resembled her somewhat.
Ava had then insisted upon using her mouth on him before he banged her. She'd turned that into a prolonged sucking session that had really had his tool throbbing. But he'd managed to keep from coming before pronging her tight twat. There were probably a couple of reasons for that, as well as for the blissful truth that he had been able to screw her for at least three or four minutes before shooting his load.
Rod felt Ava's fingers on his shoulders. She was finally ready for him to trail down lower, he thought, wondering how long it had been since she'd last touched him or even said anything. She'd asked him to worship her breasts-her exact words-until she was ready to repeat the entire routine they'd both enjoyed so much.
"My, but isn't my dear husband the greedy one!"
Hearing Linda's words, Rod quickly lifted his face, which caused his mouth to make a little popping sound is it left an elongated nipple. His lovely young wife, beautifully naked and smiling, was right there beside the bed. Her blue eyes were sparkling, and he could have reached out and touched her jutting breasts.
"I was beginning to think you'd never get here," Ava said.
"Maybe my husband doesn't want me here," Linda said softly. "Maybe he doesn't want to go down on me. Maybe he doesn't even want to screw me."
"Sure he does," Ava said, pushing against Rod's chest. "Why don't we start by letting him have you while you're having me, honey? Come on. That's right! Snuggle right down in there, darling, and let your horny husband have what I'm going to have just as soon as possible!"
Rod had rolled to the far side of the bed and was on his hands and knees. He'd been staring, listening, not really surprised to see Linda in the bedroom, but shocked to see her on the bed burying her face against Ava's blonde crotch.
"Are you going to just keep on staring, Rod? Or are you going to do what I understand you've always wanted to do? We planned this, you must know by now. If you're going to be a swapper you're going to have to go all-out. Your beautiful young wife made the gay scene with Madge, liked it, and now you have an all-around swinger to take with you to the parties. Hey, I think she's waiting until you start! Will you please do something!"
Linda lifted her face, her blue eyes blazing. "You wanted a swinger for a wife and now you have one. So all I can say now is either shit or get off the pot."
Ava wriggled her hips and put her hands on Linda's head. Linda lowered her face, slipped her hands underneath and grabbed Ava's ass. Rod watched for a few seconds, long enough to see that his wife wasn't doing anything just to spite him, and then let his gaze travel along her lovely nakedness.
Her beautiful buttocks were lifted high. His pecker had lost most of its hardness. But he didn't need it right now. Not for what he'd always wanted to do, and hadn't had the guts to talk about.
He walked on his hands and knees toward the foot of the bed. Then he quickly got on his back and slipped his head between Linda's sleek thighs. Gazing upward, feeling his pecker lifting into a throbbing erection, he wished that he and Linda had tried the various sex acts before getting involved with the swappers.
Then, telling himself that he didn't have to take all the blame for what his wife had become, he lifted and buried his face in her wondrous warmth.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE PARTY, MADGE THOUGHT, JUST might turn out better than Tony had expected. He'd been the only one to say that there might be some serious trouble. And he'd only said that at the last minute when it had been too late to cancel it.
Madge saw that her husband was dancing with Hester. He seemed relaxed enough. The only difficult thing she'd gone through was introducing Hester and Simon. But that had worked out okay. Why shouldn't things go smoothly? After all, everybody had been told that the colored couple were going to be there.
Of course, there hadn't been any sex yet. That was the hurdle Tony had been worried about. She still didn't think there should be any reason for trouble, though. Nobody had to go with Hester and Simon. And she knew damn well they wouldn't approach anybody. They'd almost decided not to come. But there they were, being friendly to everybody, and everybody was reciprocating. If it would only continue after things got rolling.
Bert was talking to Simon. Ava was sitting with them on a couch, on the other side of Bert, silent and serious for a change. That wouldn't last long, though, she hoped. And Ava's silence was a sign that there was a certain amount of strain created by having the dark brown couple there.
Janet hadn't had much trouble getting Ned to come, or so Janet had said. That was a surprise, just as it would have been a surprise if Isabel and Kurt hadn't showed up. Those four were standing in one corner of the room, talking among themselves, and Linda and Rod were sitting together on a couch.
Linda was still sipping on her first drink, but Rod had been back for his third already, and they had only arrived about half an hour before. She was a little worried about that couple. Maybe it had been too soon to invite them to a party where anything went and usually did.
It had been less than a week, but this was the first time Madge had seen Rod since he'd made it with Linda and Ava. There had been more sex that night, but it had been without Rod and Linda. Rod had asked Linda to go home with him, and Linda had surprised everybody by going.
The next day, though, Linda had been back to see her. For sex, naturally-or unnaturally-and the darling had said that Rod had suggested that they quit swapping. Linda had said that Rod had just gotten carried away by their uninhibited love-making, though, and since they had come to the party that seemed to have been the case-unless Linda had refused to quit.
"This is such a strange party, Madge! Just how are you going to work it? With games of some kind?"
Madge, busy at the bar, mixing drinks when they were needed, and at the moment putting out potato chips for the guests to nibble on, hadn't noticed Isabel Neilson approaching.
She met the young brown-haired woman's eyes. "We'll work it just as we always do, of course. Just ask for what you want. Hell, you know what I think of the silly games some people play to pick partners."
"I guess the stalling is because of the colored couple," Isabel said, her gaze lowering to Madge's breasts. "Ned almost didn't come, and Kurt isn't too keen about me sexing it up with either one of them."
"You could have all stayed home," Madge said coolly.
A frown flickered across Isabel's pretty features. She was thirty-one, tall, had small breasts, and loved to fondle and suck on big titties. She wouldn't kiss a woman any lower, though, and she seldom let a woman go down on her.
When Isabel didn't say anything, Madge said that she was sorry for being rude, and that she guessed Simon and Hester were putting a damper on the party.
"As far as getting it started is concerned," she added, glad that Isabel had smiled understandingly.
"The same thing could be said of the other new couple," Isabel said, meeting Madge's eyes. "Janet said she hadn't had a chance to ask you about them, either."
"Rod and Linda are strictly bedroom swappers," Madge said, seeing that Ava had started dancing with Simon. "I was hoping to change that tonight. But, since Kurt and Ned aren't so keen on Simon being here, I doubt the wisdom of having an inexperienced young fellow like Rod getting his first taste of group-sex under these circumstances. With his wife included, anyhow."
Isabel had arched her eyebrows. "Inexperienced?"
"Only in group-sex, honey! He's been with two women at the same time, though. Hey, why don't you and Janet take him to a bedroom right now? That should solve one of my problems for an hour or so."
"Will Linda go with Kurt and Ned?"
"I'd bet my life on it," Madge said. "I think it would be better to get Rod to a bedroom first, though. I'm sure he'd go if the four of you breezed over together, but for some reason I can't shake the feeling that it would pay to use a little caution tonight."
Isabel finished her drink and put the glass on the bar. "I really go for new stuff, new members, but I'm always glad when everybody's had everybody, and we don't have to make such a big deal out of picking a partner. How was it with Simon?"
Smiling, Madge resisted the impulse to make a wise-crack. She could easily understand why Isabel would ask such a question. "It was a little shocking right at first, honey, but even that seemed to add to the pleasure. He's gentle, long-lasting, and I'm sure that you'll go back for seconds."
Her face flushing, Isabel turned and hurried away. Madge mixed a fresh drink and then watched while Isabel talked to her husband and the Parkers. Kurt wasn't much taller than his wife. He was thirty-two, had light blue eyes and dark hair, and he couldn't last very long before exploding, but he made up for that by being able to explode two or three times without losing his hardness.
Janet and Ned were both thirty-three, both were five-five, and both had dark hair and dark eyes. They claimed that the only reason they swapped was because Ned couldn't take care of Janet. Ned always lasted a long time with the other wives, though, and was always ready to screw. Janet claimed that she didn't really like to go down on females, but after a few hours she could usually be found with her face buried between any available female thighs.
Isabel and Janet swayed their lovely butts over to Rod and Linda. It was too far for Madge to hear. Rod seemed to hesitate, then got up and followed the hurrying women. Those three had just disappeared into the hallway when Kurt and Ned hurried over to the couch. Linda smiled, got to her feet, and swayed her lovely butt out of the room between the two men. Madge finished her drink, put the glass on the bar, and went over and sat down beside Bert.
"I'm not sure I handled a damn thing right," she said, watching as Tony flopped down into an easy chair and pulled Hester down on his lap. She wondered if Rod would kiss Hester like Tony was so passionately doing; or if Linda would let Simon even touch her.
"I've just been sitting here enjoying the soft music," Bert said, putting one arm around her waist. "Don't worry about it. Nobody had to come, and anybody can always leave."
Ava, pulling from Simon's embrace, turned and looked at Madge. "I think you handled it all wrong, honey. If we were at our place I would've gotten the action started in the living room. Hell, they'll see everything sooner or later, anyhow."
"So get the action started now," Madge said, turning enough so that she could unzip Bert's trousers. She lifted the big snake out and it started getting hard. She gave it a few flips, her eyes on the swelling knob. "I'm going to start my part of the action right here."
She lowered her face, opened her mouth wide, and did just that.
Linda enjoyed having the two pairs of male eyes staring greedily at her nakedness. It had seemed strange, and like wasting time, when Kurt and Ned had asked her to strip while they watched, but she'd had to admit that it was sexually stimulating even to her.
They'd perched their behinds on the side of the bed, not making a move to take off their clothes. She'd disrobed slowly, getting a bang out of watching their peckers poking their pants out a little more each time she discarded a garment. Not that there'd been all that many to discard, she thought, cupping her titties and then trailing her fingers down to her thighs. Just her dress, half-slip, brassiere, brief panties, and spiked-heel shoes.
"Now what?" she asked, becoming impatient. "You aren't just going to sit there and stare at my body, are you?"
"I guess we're just trying to get used to our good fortune," Kurt said, lifting his eyes to her tits.
"You're so young," Ned said, also shifting his gaze upward. He gave a nervous little laugh. "Meaning, of course, that we thought we'd better let you do the leading. That husband of yours didn't look too happy."
"That's a long story," Linda said, thinking about how uninhibited she and Rod had finally become in their lovemaking. Maybe if they'd had enough sense to communicate before becoming swappers-but she didn't really want it any other way. She wanted to swap, to swing, and to keep on having sex with females. Hester? She felt a little shiver race up and down her spine. Yes, with Hester!
"We have time to listen," Kurt said after a short silence.
"Sure, we do," Ned said. "The evening's young, Linda, and it isn't as if Kurt and I are young kids who have to-"
Linda smiled as Ned's words trailed off. Why did all the swappers seem to think they had to look out for her because she was young? She was a married woman, here with her husband's knowledge and permission, and said husband was in another bedroom with these two passionate and compassionate men's wives right then.
"Prick, pussy, cock, cunt, screw, suck," she said, laughing and moving forward. She skirted around the two staring men and climbed onto the bed just as they got to their feet. She got on her back, parted her legs, and caressed her blonde mound with her fingers. "Do you think you can start treating me like you would any other swapping wife now?"
The men started coming out of their clothes. Linda wondered if she could keep her promise to Rod. Her silence had indicated a promise, at least. He'd promised not to go with Hester if she didn't go with Simon. She didn't care if Rod had sex with the brown girl. She wasn't sure that she wanted to have sex with her husband, though. But her curiosity had her thinking more and more about at least letting him screw her.
She hadn't regained her love and respect for Rod-if she'd ever loved him. But she enjoyed the sexual part of their marriage a hell of a lot more than she ever had. The trouble, if it could really be called that, was the fact that she enjoyed sex with anybody. Male, female, both at the same time, and now she was going to have .two men at the same time.
Ned and Kurt, tools thrusting, were climbing onto the bed. Linda lifted her arms, pulled them down beside her, Ned on the right, Kurt on the left, and had her throbbing titties tongued. She put her hands on the two heads and pulled the two greedy mouths even closer. Their hands caressed her flesh, molded her squirming body, and then Kurt was kissing her mouth. She returned the tongue-probing kiss and lurched to the fingers that cupped her crotch. Kurt's mouth and tongue left, returning to a tingling tit, and then she was passionately kissing Ned's mouth.
The two men switched back and forth like that a few times. Linda knew that they were taking turns cupping her crotch, too. A finger would tease her now and then, sliding up and down on the moist lips below, and soon she would have welcomed even that kind of penetration. But she said nothing. She was learning that the erotic preliminaries could be almost as pleasurable as the ecstatic climaxes.
Finally, just as Linda had about decided to tell them to at least get in a position where she could get her hands on their peckers, Kurt said that he would let Ned go first.
"Kurt gets his gun faster than I do," Ned said, grinning. "With a little luck I can screw you to and through your climax, withdraw, and then let him finish. I like to conserve my strength, anyway, and I don't mind waiting until our next session."
"We've done it that way before," Kurt said. "His wife really-likes it that way."
"I thought you said I could do the leading," Linda said, pushing against their chests. "There's something I want to try without waiting for another session. And, from what you've just said, I guess it'd be better for Ned to get on his back."
The two men quickly complied with Linda's wishes. Ned got on his back, and Linda straddled him while Kurt was getting into position. She reached back and steered Kurt's stiff hardness into her moist softness. While his prick was slipping in, he reached under and found her clit with his finger.
She gasped, then told him to take it easy, that she'd like for the three of them to go off together. Ned said that he hoped she knew what she was doing and what to expect. Staring at his stiff shaft, she told him that she'd been that delightful route before.
"Under these circumstances I think we'd better let Ned call the shots," Kurt said. "Because I'm faster, I mean."
He was holding both his cock and his finger perfectly still. Linda giggled and said that she sure wouldn't be able to say anything. Ned patted her cheeks and said that any time after a couple of minutes he'd probably be able to blast off. Kurt said that then maybe he'd better call the shots.
Linda, getting bored with all the talk and feeling silly for participating in it with a dick in her tingling twat and a finger on her erect clit, lowered her face, opened her mouth, and engulfed the head and about two inches of Ned's rigid shaft.
Ned groaned, lurched upward, and grabbed her hair. Kurt began stroking, 'with his turgid tool and with his finger, and Linda's senses reeled dizzily for a few seconds. Then, quickly getting used to being a member of a trio in a sex act so new to her, she labored happily, already looking forward eagerly to all the other erotic acts she wanted to try with more and more swappers.
Rod, coming from the bathroom, was surprised to see Janet and Isabel back on the bed. He was even a little surprised to see what they were doing. He'd screwed both of the sex-happy wives, making them both climax before finishing with Janet, and she's assumed that they'd be looking for a new partner or partners as he'd meant to do. He'd also been in a hurry to go find Linda and make sure somebody didn't talk her into having sex with the colored man.
That would be going too damn far. He didn't want his wife to have anything to do with the colored woman, either. That was the main reason he was going to pass up the chance to screw the lovely, beautifully stacked brown gal. A line had to be drawn at some damn point.
Janet was going down on Isabel. Watching, feeling his pecker lifting into another erection, Rod figured that was the reason they'd wanted to go to the bathroom first. Isabel could have told him that she wanted that kind of sex, he thought. Linda had said that no man's tongue could really equal a woman's, though. He hoped his wife didn't get completely hooked on the gay stuff.
Isabel's eyes opened. "I just let Janet heat me up for you," she said, gazing at Rod's stiff cock. "I can't seem to make anybody believe that I don't really get such a big kick out of this." She pushed at Janet's bobbing head. "I want the real thing now, Jan."
Slowly lifting her face, obviously with reluctance, Janet rolled away and moved until she was stretched out beside Isabel. She also gazed at Rod's erection. "Isabel feels cheated because you didn't finish with her, Rod. That is an important part of the pleasure, you know."
"I thought I'd get dressed and go see how things were progressing," he said, staring at the two naked women. They were both good hot pieces, but he'd enjoyed Janet the most. Her educated inner muscles reminded him of Madge's. She was also practically insatiable, he was sure, and the thought made him think of Linda. His wife was getting to be the same way.
"It'd be silly to get dressed," Janet said, lifting her eyes to his face. "Everybody's probably naked by now. Hey, are you going to screw Hester?"
"No," he said. He forced a smile. "Are you going to let Simon screw you?"
"If I can manage it without my husband knowing it," Janet said. "Unless I see Ned balling it with Hester, of course. Then I'll screw Simon openly."
"I know damn well Kurt will prong Hester," Isabel said, finally lifting her eyes to Rod's face. "That means that I'll be free to make it with Simon. Are you prejudiced, Rod?"
"In some ways," Rod said. "I don't see why they had to bring a colored couple in on the sex. I'm beginning to wish that I hadn't started swapping."
"I think you really mean that you wish you could be here without Linda," Janet said.
"Let's stop the talking," Isabel said. "You're losing your erection, Rod."
He felt silly just after he'd glanced down. They laughed. He managed a grin and quickly got on the bed and between Isabel's shapely legs. Her tits were very small, but the rest of her body made up for what he considered a minor defect.
His pecker had leaped to attention even before her fingers touched it. While pushing into Isabel's hot moist flesh, he put one hand on Janet's nearest tit. The hard-tipped mound was big enough to please him, but her titties were too soft and drooped too much to be in a class with Linda's jutting knockers or with Madge's. He wished he could stop thinking about his wife.
Soon after he'd started his slow strokes, still balanced on the hand that wasn't clasping Janet's tit, she took his hand and pushed it down to her warm crotch. He inserted his middle finger in her moist flesh and began stimulating her slippery clitoris.
Janet's body wasn't beautiful, again unlike Linda's, but he'd seen and had a hell of a lot worse. She was a little plump, though not unpleasantly fat, and he got the urge to put his tongue where his finger was. He told her that, meeting Isabel's passion-filmed eyes while saying it, and Isabel said that she could turn her face away.
This she did just in time, because Janet had started wriggling upward on the bed before he'd finished speaking. She'd moved so fast that his finger had buried deep while following. He pulled his finger out and grabbed a cheek of her surprisingly firm ass. He had time to get a good look at her pink pleasure gash while she was placing it within easy reach of his mouth and tongue.
He'd thrust in and held his stiff staff deep. Now, as he placed his opened mouth over the soft smooth outer lips, he slipped his other hand down and grabbed a cheek of Isabel's firm fanny. He then started slowly jabbing with both his prick and with his tongue. Janet and Isabel both moaned and squirmed and then quickly matched the rhythmic pace he'd set with his double probing.
It was the most enjoyable way he'd ever taken care of two women at the same time. He was practically surrounded by female flesh. Janet had thrown one of her smooth legs over him somehow, and Isabel had done the same with one of her sleek legs.
One of Isabel's little hard-tipped tits was poking against the center of his chest, her hot lips were nibbling on his neck, and he could feel her fingers caressing far down on his back. Janet's fingers were in his hair, digging into his scalp, and one of her warm thighs was pressed tightly against his flushed cheek.
He felt them both coming even before they gave him the word. Knowing that he wasn't yet ready, that he couldn't explode in time to join them even if he tried, he speeded the tempo of his double probing and toppled them over the brink at the same time. But he kept right on screwing Isabel after Janet had pulled away.
When Janet discovered that he hadn't exploded, she sat up and started caressing his bouncing butt. After a minute or two she wanted to know how long he thought it would take him to finish. He'd buried his face beside Isabel's, not sure that she'd want his wet mouth on hers, and he heard her say that if he couldn't come right away she'd like to have a little rest.
He lifted his face and said that he guessed it would take him at least five more minutes of steady pounding. Janet got on her back and said that she'd take about half of that time. Isabel told him not to forget that she wanted to be in on his finish. He shifted, over, on, and in Janet, and when he'd gotten his butt to bouncing, Isabel sat up and caressed it.
Janet wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his mouth to hers. When he thought he was well on his way to a climax, he broke the tongue-lashing kiss and said so. Janet hadn't spasmed again, but she didn't protest when Isabel got on her back and told him to hurry.
Isabel pulled his mouth to hers just as soon as he was embedded. He lashed his tongue to and with hers while making short, fast strokes. He also rode high, making contact with her clit, wanting to make her climax with him so that she wouldn't want him again. He knew he'd be tired and in need of a rest of thirty minutes or so before having sex again.
He hoped to get a chance at Ava and Linda at the same time. He'd never had anything to equal the pleasure he'd experienced that one time with them; unless it was the times he'd had uninhibited sex with his wife since then.
Isabel shuddered violently and pulled her mouth from his while he jerked and jolted and spurted out his passion. Seconds after he and Isabel sagged limply, he felt Janet leave the bed and heard her say that she couldn't wait to see what was happening in the other rooms.
Rod, uncoupling from Isabel and then going to the bathroom with her, wasn't sure that he wanted to see or know what was happening in the rest of the house. But Isabel was in a hurry. She patted his butt, told him that she'd be happy to make it with him any time, and when he entered the bedroom he saw that she'd left without dressing.
He decided to dress. Maybe if he'd practice a little restraint Linda would do the same. He wasn't sure that he'a like the group-sex stuff even if he could attend the swapping parties alone. Hell, he didn't want to see pricks and balls, and he didn't want Linda to even see Simon's black body. Well, maybe the guy was dark brown instead of black, but he was colored all the same.
Just as Rod finished dressing and straightened from tying his shoes, Linda and Hester entered the bedroom. They were both naked. They were also holding hands. Linda smiled and boldly met his eyes, but Hester's face was serious, and she seemed to be looking everywhere except at him.
"How come you have your clothes on, Rod?"
Rod had been staring at Hester. She had a beautiful and desirable body, no doubt about that, just as there was no doubt about the truth that she'd like to screw her. But that would give Linda the right to be screwed by Simon. Was that what she wanted? He didn't think he could take that.
"I'm dressed because I didn't want to go parading around the house naked," he said, shifting his gaze to his young wife's beautiful blonde nakedness. He forced a little chuckle. "Maybe I should ask what the hell you two are doing parading around naked."
"We're just standing here at the moment," Linda said, softly. "We came to be with you, honey, and if Isabel and Janet left you limp we know what to do about that." She giggled. "Don't we, Hester?"
Hester didn't say anything. But she met Rod's eyes. He could see the amusement registering on her pretty, dark-brown face and in her black eyes. He felt his pecker lifting, and it made him angry instead of glad. What the hell was he, anyhow? And what kind of a wife did he have? The answers, so damned obvious, chased away the anger and left a weak, sick feeling in his guts. Feeling his dick going limp, he doubted that he could get it up again.
"I thought we had an agreement," he said, unable to meet Linda's eyes.
"We didn't even mention what Hester and I are going to do. What's wrong? Didn't we come here for sex? I'm offering you a chance to make it a threesome."
"I don't even like the idea of you having sex with Hester."
"That's tough titty," Linda said, still not raising her voice. "Take your clothes off and let's have some fun. Or would you rather I leave and let you have your fun with Hester?"
"Does that mean that you'd go with Simon?"
"What the hell difference would it make?" Linda asked, raising her voice for the first time. "You're damn well right I'll have sex with him! He's a swapper, isn't he? He's a member of the group you-"
"That's enough!" Rod broke in. Then, lowering his voice, he said, "Let's haul out of here, Linda. Let's go home and talk this over."
"And if I don't?"
"I insist," he said, wondering just what he could do if she refused.
Frowning, Linda remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "You gave up your right to insist upon anything the first time you swapped me off, Rod." She smiled. "Now either take your clothes off and join in on the fun, or haul your ass out of here."
"I'll only ask you one more time, Linda. I need some fresh air and some time to think. I'm going out the back door, maybe so that I won't be tempted by what I might see, and I'm asking you to get dressed and go with me."
Linda didn't answer with words. She put one arm around Hester, spun the colored girl around, grabbed the dark brown buttocks, and pressed her blonde pussy against the black pussy.
Rod Sherman hauled his ass out of the bedroom and out of the house.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE GONE WITH YOUR husband," Hester said. "I'd hate to be the cause of a divorce."
She had grabbed Linda's ass with her hands, but she'd kept her face and jutting breasts pulled back. Linda, enjoying the way their soft pubic hairs were mingling, and the way they were squeezing each other's bottoms, stared at the parted lips. That damn Rod, she thought. She'd wanted to see him sexing it up with Hester. That would have made it easier for her to cast aside all of her remaining doubts.
"My husband's a jerk," she said. "He helped get me started on this sexual freedom kick and now he thinks I should be able to shift back to monotonous monogamy. It'd be one-sided, too, because I know damned well he'd have outside sex."
"Monotonous monogamy," Hester said. "I like that. I've never heard it expressed that way before, but the meaning's exactly why Simon and I started swapping. You aren't really in the mood for sex right now, are you, Linda?"
Before Linda could answer-and Hester had just about called it right on the button-Hester dropped her hands and pulled from Linda's grasp.
"When you saw me in the hall and asked me to come in here I was afraid of something like this, Linda."
"I'd just left a bedroom and two men!"
Hester had stepped back a few feet. She was smiling, and her smoldering black eyes were friendly. "I understand," she said softly. "Believe me, I really do. Simon and I don't want to force ourselves on anybody. We know what a radical step it is for most people to take. You might be interested in knowing that the same thing's true of some members of my race."
"You've managed to make me feel ashamed," Linda said. "For behaving the way I have, I mean. I knew you and your husband were going to be here, you know. The knowledge excited me. I'm still excited. Mentally more than physically right at the moment, but I know how to change that."
"How?" Hester asked, laughing deep in her throat.
"like this," Linda said, quickly stepping forward and putting her arms around the beautifully stacked girl.
Embracing, clutching each other's buttocks, they pressed their loins and thighs and tits together. Then, mashing their lips together, opening their mouths and darting their tongues, they slipped to the soft carpet.
With Linda on top, both inflamed with Lesbian lust, they wriggled and twisted and rubbed their soft mounds together. But that wasn't enough for Linda. Not nearly enough. And she soon found that it wasn't nearly enough for Hester, because when she broke the tongue-lashing kiss and started trailing downward to the soft black mat, Hester wsispered a welcome request.
Locked tightly together in sixty-nine fashion, they tongued each other to and through a series of spasmodic releases. Then, as soon as they'd recovered, they got on the bed and started all over again. Only this time they took it slow and easy, kissing and sucking on each other's tits, feeling flesh and kissing thighs, doing all the thrilling things that made the final melting sensations even more wondrous.
"I still like a stiff prick much better at a certain time," Linda said not long after they'd recovered from their second blissful session. "Now that I'm able to give it a little thought!"
"Me, too," Hester said, laughing. "I could use one right now. I wish your husband had stayed."
"There are plenty of other husbands around," Linda said. "Including yours."
"Are you sure, honey?"
"Yes," Linda said. "Just as sure as I am of anything. Hey, can you truthfully say that you love Simon? After being here with me like this? After having all the other men? And women?"
"Yes, but I have the feeling that I could talk and explain for hours and you still wouldn't believe or understand."
"I don't suppose I would at that," Linda said, sitting up and swinging around until she was sitting on the side of the bed. She looked along the length of the beautiful dark-brown body. "Do you think it'd hurt your feelings if I said something? Kind of made an observation?"
"I doubt it," Hester said. "Why don't you find out."
"When my eyes were closed I couldn't tell the difference."
Hester laughed. "I could and will say the same thing, darling!" The colored girl sobered. "Isn't it too bad that all people couldn't close their eyes now and then? About things other than sex, I mean."
"I know what you mean," Linda said, getting to her feet. "And I agree." She held out her hand. "Let's go freshen ourselves up and then see what they're doing in the living room."
Hester took Linda's hand, but she remained on the bed. "You aren't worried about losing your husband?"
"Worried? No. I lost him before he ever saw you. Or Simon." Linda laughed and pulled on Hester's hand. "Speaking of your husband, I'd better hurry before the other wives poop him out!"
"Don't worry about that," Hester said, allowing Linda to pull her from the bed. "If there was any danger of that, I'd consider shifting back to monotonous monogamy myself. If, of course, I could have a lovely doll like you now and then!"
"I wish I could look at things like you and Madge and the other wives do," Linda said. "But I can't. That's the reason I can understand why Rod rushed out of here."
"Do you want to go see if you can find him, Linda? Maybe he went home. Maybe you can patch things up."
"I don't call what I have a marriage, Hester. Not one worth going to any trouble to save, anyhow. Besides, Tony called Rod a pussy-hound, which is really the truth, as you might get a chance to find out. Because I have an idea he'll be back. Why shouldn't he return? Where else would he find so much available pussy?"
"Only at another swinging party," Hester said.
"Or at a whorehouse," Linda said, pulling the girl toward the bathroom, deciding that she'd have Ava and Madge get her a job even if she did stay with Rod.
Why not? She was already screwing strangers for pleasure, and going down on them. Why not make a profit out of giving and receiving sexual pleasure? She sure as hell didn't have anything to lose. Because, looking at it from one angle, everything had already been lost.
Linda smiled to herself. But looking at it from another direction, from a far better angle, everything she'd always secretly wanted had been found-
Rod Sherman was sitting at a bar. He'd just ordered his second drink from the fat, balding bartender. There was a large mirror, and he could see the booth directly behind him. There was a young-woman sitting here, her long bare legs crossed, the short skirt hiked high on her creamy thighs.
He knew that she was on the make. She'd met his eyes in the mirror a few times, parting her full lips in a smile, and he'd been the first to look away. He'd seen her shift her ass around on the red leather seat, pretend to tug at hef "skirt, poke her big sweatered knockers out two or three more inches. Twice he'd almost told the bartender to take her a drink; once he'd almost stood up and carried his drink to the booth. She'd be a hot piece, he was sure of that, but he was also almost sure that she was a hustler.
It would be stupid to pay for tail when he'd just left plenty of the hot stuff minutes before. It would be just as stupid to go with the flirty girl even if he didn't have to lay some cash on the line. He had, he guessed, beer a stupid jerk for hauling his butt out of the bedroom and the house.
Rod drained his glass, left his change on the bar, and hurried out on the sidewalk without even glancing al the bitch in the booth. Why fool around going through all the bullshit it took to get a strange female in bed' Not that Janet and Isabel and Hester weren't strangers to him, and not that it would be much different even after he'd had sex with them. A guy could never really know a female, no matter what. He should know that. Linda had turned into a swinger so fast it was almost unbelievable. Who would have ever thought that she'd take to the way-out sex acts just about as fast as she could bat one of her beautiful eyelashes?
He'd gotten in the car. But he hadn't made a move to start it. He noticed how tightly he was gripping the wheel. He forced a little chuckle and relaxed his fingers. He'd better get one thing straight in his mind right then. He had started the swapping and gotten Linda to have sex with other people. He had nobody to blame but himself for what happened. And what had happened? He'd fallen in love with his wife.
The thought, the knowledge, wasn't really surprising. He'd known it almost since the first time they had gone home and done all the erotic things they should have been doing all the time. He was just now finally admitting that there were feelings or emotions that went beyond the physical pleasures he'd enjoyed with Linda.
It had to do with the old sickness and health bit and with what people called living a normal married life. It was a joke on him to discover too late that he really wanted what he'd lost. Because he'd lost Linda. Sure, she'd probably stay with him, stay married to him, as long as he agreed to keep on swinging and swapping, but he'd never be happy living such a life. Not with a wife he loved.
He should have known that right in the beginning, when he'd refused to see her having sex with a man. It had made him sick to think about some jerk jabbing a cock in her even before they'd started sharing uninhibited sex, before he'd called his feeling for her by the right name. And now, thinking about a colored man pronging her-
Rod started the car and pulled it from the curb. He wasn't more than three minutes away from the Thornton home. He still might be able to get there before Simon screwed her. He'd tell her not to do it. And he'd tell her never to let any of the other men have her where he could be a witness.
Maybe they could work things out. Because she seemed happy enough-happier than she'd ever been, actually-and he'd be foolish to demand that she obey him. That hadn't worked when he'd tried to get her to leave Hester.
Feeling his pecker lifting, Rod cursed himself under his breath. Then he slowed the car. All right, so he was anxious to screw the dark-brown girl. He should have accepted Linda's offer. He'd have to take his wife on her terms, so he might as well get all the fun he could. He just wouldn't think about certain things.
He'd make his mind blank and try to keep his dick hard. He laughed aloud. Hard and jammed in a hot cunt whenever possible. Which, if he wanted to be honest, wouldn't really be anything new for him.
Parking at the curb in front of the house, where he had before, Rod remained behind the wheel for a few minutes. He didn't want to go storming in and raising hell. He'd already made enough of an ass out of himself. He'd get himself mentally calm and cool, go in that way, and simply ask Linda to not have sex with the men where he could watch.
He'd do the same. He wouldn't screw or go down on any of the wives right out in front of everybody. Maybe that way, if they didn't actually see each other, they could continue with their marriage. Then they could have their sex at home in private. Unless, of course, Linda wanted him to join her and one or more of the wives, in a bedroom. That was different. And it proved just how he seemed to be losing his marbles, because Linda had already seen him with Ava and had enjoyed watching!
Not sure why he didn't mind seeing Linda going down on another woman, except for the truth that he enjoyed the thrilling threesome activities, Rod decided that he'd better not even mention Simon. That was just one more thing he'd have to accept and learn to live with. As long as he didn't actually see anything, and
Linda didn't say anything about the colored man, he might be able to keep from thinking about it too much. like he'd better start doing right then!
Getting out of the car, locking the door, Rod decided that he just might get back into the house without anybody knowing that he'd left-except Linda and Hester, of course. He hadn't been gone long. It was possible, and maybe even probable, that they were still sexing it up in the bedroom. He might even be in time to get in on the fun.
He had a stiff hard-on by the time he got around in back of the house. All the drapes had been pulled over the windows, and .they were so heavy not much light was filtering out. He knew when he opened the back door, which was actually a side entrance at the extreme back of the house, that he'd either been lucky or had unconsciously left a way to get back inside, because the night lock hadn't snapped behind him. Had he made sure that it wouldn't? He didn't know; he couldn't remember.
Moving across the darkened kitchen and into the hallway, he forgot about the night lock and the fact that he might have had enough to drink to befuddle his thinking. He was sober now, cold sober and ready for hot pussy.
The bedroom doors were all open and all the rooms were empty. He heard faint sounds coming from the living room. He was nervous enough to lose some of his hardness before he got there. When he was there, and staring, he lost it all.
But even then, while fighting to keep from being sick, he knew that if Linda hadn't been there, he would have been thrusting and throbbing. And it might have even been the same way if she hadn't been taking such an active part.
The erotic scene was centered around Linda. She was the center. She was on her back, lovely legs spread wide, knees slightly lifted, ass squirming against the carpet. Simon was on her, his dark-brown butt lifting and falling as he slowly plunged his stiff cock in and almost out, in and almost out, his fingers gripping Linda's creamy hips.
Linda's beautiful face was hidden from view. It was buried between Hester's dark-brown thighs. The latter was on her hands and knees, straddling Linda, and Linda's fingers were gripping and tugging at her hips. This put Hester's ass right in Simon's face. He was caressing his wife's butt with his lips and tongue.
Ned was on his back on one side of the rhythmically moving trio; Kurt was on his back on the other side. They both had positioned themselves so that they could get a hand on Linda's tits. Linda had her fingers wrapped around their poking pricks, and was slowly jacking them, seemingly in tune with her lapping tongue and squirming buttocks.
Beyond Hester's face and hanging titties, Ava was on her hands and knees. It looked as if they had been kissing or were just about ready to start. Ava lifted one hand and began fondling Hester's titties just as Janet dropped to the carpet, got on her back, and shoved her head between the big blonde's parted knees.
Rod's eyes were suddenly drawn upward by a movement, and he found himself staring at the longest prick he'd ever seen. The damn jutting thing belonged to Bert, he quickly saw, and then he found himself gazing into Madge's glittering green eyes.
She was naked. He heard Tony chuckle. Then Isabel giggled. Everybody was naked. Everybody except him, Rod thought, turning and half-running and half-staggering from the room.
Outside, breathing the fresh air in deeply, leaning against the side of the house, he heard the door open and close. He straightened, looked, and saw that it was Madge. There was a full moon and plenty of stars. She walked up close and just stood there looking at him. She'd gotten a robe from somewhere, but most of her tits were exposed. He wished to hell that he was hard, could get hard. He would throw her to the ground and screw her right there.
"You're being very foolish," Madge finally said. "Why don't you come back inside, Rod? We'll go to a bedroom and-"
"I couldn't do anything!" he blurted.
"You could talk. You could listen to me talk."
"I need time to think," he said, knowing that he couldn't go back inside and face Linda or anybody else right then. He could never tell her about his love after seeing her like that. He wished that he hadn't fallen in love with the bitch!
Madge seemed to read his mind. "To love doesn't mean to own, Rod. It's wanting the one you love to have all the pleasures there are, isn't it? So why exclude sex? Linda's still the same person, you know, and-"
"I don't know a damned thing right now," he broke in. "Except that I have to get away from here."
"You aren't going to cause any trouble, are you, Rod? You aren't going to do anything foolish?"
"I think I've done enough foolish things already, Madge. Don't worry. I got Linda into this and I'll accept the blame. It isn't her fault that I can't take it. Or yours. Go on back to your party."
"What are you going to do?"
Rod laughed bitterly. "I imagine that I'll spend the rest of my life being sorry that I ruined a decent girl and a decent wife!"
Then he turned and ran, not wanting the sexy bitch to see the hot tears flooding his eyes.
Madge watched as Rod ran to his car, got in, raced the motor, and pulled away from the curb burning rubber. He'd probably be back, she thought, folding her arms across her throbbing titties. If not that night, then some time in the near future, because he was a pussy-hound, and he'd always be one. She'd made a mistake, though. She should have thought about him coming back and seeing the sex scene in the living room. But Linda had wanted to try everything, had even boldly spelled it out as to just how she wanted to start-and who wanted to deny that blonde darling anything? Not counting her foolish husband, of course.
Just to be on the safe side, she'd keep Linda there that night or until Rod came after her. Then she'd have a talk with the two of them, take them both to bed, and have fun making them admit that they'd both be better off staying married.
But that pleasure would be for the future. Right now there were pleasures to be had inside at the swinging party that hadn't turned out so badly, after all. Hester and Simon had been accepted by everybody except Rod and-
"Madge. Are you all right?"
Realizing that she'd still been staring out toward the street, Madge turned and saw Tony standing in the doorway. He had slipped into his trousers. Now that was love, she thought, dropping her arms from her hard-tipped breasts and moving toward her husband. It would take something very special to pull a man away from the erotic scene in the living room.
"I'm all right," she said, smiling and throwing her arms around his neck. "I'm just fine!"
They kissed, and it was several minutes before they got back to the other pleasures inside the house.
