Willa and I were very naive the first time we swapped. Actually, our first time couldn't really be called a swap, because we'd never talked about it. It just happened. Fast, too. Before either of us knew what was going on, Woody had his cock stuck to the hilt in my wife's tight pussy, and Anne was going down on me at the same time. It was more like a seduction than a swap. Only instead of a guy seducing a girl, it was Woody and Anne, as a couple, seducing Willa and me, as a couple.
Exactly when that erotic idea entered their heads, I don't know. But we'd known them just about a month when they succeeded. Willa was fresh out of college and working as a legal secretary in a law firm. That's where she met Anne. Anne, was the receptionist. They hit it off from the first day. Friendship blossomed rapidly as Anne helped Willa get settled into her new job that first Monday morning. By lunchtime they were on a first name basis, eating together at a cafe near the law offices.
Willa and Anne clicked so well we were invited to dinner at their home the following Friday evening.
We got on as a foursome. Willa helped Anne put the finishing touches on dinner as Woody and I got acquainted over a highball in their living room. He and I had two things in common. We both liked golf, and we both had very pretty wives.
Woody owned his own business, I learned -- a sporting goods store which was doing quite well. He confessed to being thirty-five, and when I told him I was twenty-seven he commented that Anne and I were the same age.
"How old is Willa?" he asked.
"She was twenty-two last month."
"Beautiful girl."
The matter-of-fact way he said it didn't bother me; it was more the way I remembered him looking at her when we'd arrived. I couldn't really blame him though. Guys are always drooling over her.
"This your first time around, Burt?"
"Huh?"
"Is Willa your first wife?"
"Oh ... yes. My last, too."
"How long have you been married?"
"Let's see ... a little over nine months now."
He grinned.
"That's long enough to have a baby."
I shook my head.
"We're holding off for a couple of years."
"That's smart. Be sure your marriage will last before you start a family. I didn't the first time. Glenda was two months along when we did the right thing."
"You've been married before?"
"Ten years and two kids worth. Anne too, but she didn't have any children by her first husband."
I nodded.
"We've only been married to each other a little over a year.
I threw his words back at him.
"That's long enough to have a baby."
"We're holding off for a while," he laughed. "Like you. Anne's on the pill; what do you guys use?"
"Willa takes it too," I said reluctantly. It was really none of his business.
He must have sensed the conversation was getting too personal for my taste, because he started telling me about a golf tournament he'd placed third in.
The girls called us to dinner, and they did most of the talking while we ate.
"Anne tells me you're a teacher," Woody said over dessert.
Grinning, Anne shook her finger at him.
"You weren't listening to me again, Woodrow."
"I hang on every word your sweet mouth utters, baby."
"He hears about half of what I say," Anne told us, her green eyes more amused than angry. "I said Burt was in education. And that's all I said about his work, because that's all I know about it."
"He's a representative for a correspondence school," Willa said, tossing her long jet-black hair as she looked up.
"I'm a salesman, honey. That representative title is only to impress the prospective students."
"Representative sounds better," Willa said, looking at me with those big brown eyes. "It's more dignified."
I don't know why she's always trying to impress people, but it's her one and only fault, so I indulged her.
"All right, honey, I'm a representative. "
Woody had taken a correspondence course several years back. He pumped me for information till he was sure he'd been taken, price-wise. No amount of explaining could change his mind. He thought I really had a sweet racket when I told him how much commission I got. He was so happy with the inside information I'd given him I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd barely cleared ten thousand after expenses last year.
After dinner we played a couple of games of canasta, girls against the boys. Willa and Anne beat us both games.
It was a very pleasant and relaxed evening, and by the time Willa and I were leaving, we all knew we wanted to get together again.
"How about eighteen holes of golf tomorrow?" Woody asked as we said good night at their door. "Boys against girls ... so old Burt and me can get even for the thrashing we took tonight."
"I'm for it," Willa said, glancing at me.
"Eighteen is too many for me," Anne protested. "But make it nine and you're on."
"How about it, Burt?" Woody urged.
"I'd like to. But, damn it, I can't tomorrow. I've got three appointments lined up."
"Couldn't you beg off?" Anne asked hopefully.
I'd never broken an appointment once I'd made it, but I was about to give in when Willa shook her head and said, "I didn't know you'd planned to work tomorrow. We'd better not this time. It wouldn't be professional for Burt to put pleasure before his work. Besides, I really need to stay home and get some cleaning done. Tell you what... why don't you guys come to our place for dinner Sunday evening?"
"Yeah, why don't you?" I echoed. "I'll get some steaks and baking potatoes. If the weather's nice, we'll cook out on the patio."
"Have we got anything on for Sunday evening?" Anne asked Woody.
He grinned.
"If Burt will throw in some corn on the cob, we've got a date for a patio dinner."
Willa laughed.
"I'll see he gets the corn. How do you like it? Boiled, or foiled and charcoaled?"
Woody patted his stomach, which protruded just a little over his belt.
"Charcoaled, ma'am. The potatoes, too, if you please ... mine, at least."
"Don't be so fussy, Woody," Anne said, punching him with her elbow. "We just met these nice people."
"Horse stuff," he grinned, putting his arm around Anne and hugging her. "Maybe you just met them, but I feel like I've known old Burt and his pretty Willa for years and years. They're my kind of people."
"I think he likes you guys," Anne said, smiling as she pinched playfully at his overhang.
"Stop playing with my belly," Woody threatened good-naturedly, "or I'll pull your red hair out by its brown roots."
"Woody, hush."
"She likes everyone to think she's a natural redhead," he teased. "That's why she won't join the nudist camp with me."
"You're a nudist?" Willa gasped.
"No," Anne laughed. "He isn't. He's a big blowhard about it, is all. He's been in a nudist camp one time -- when he delivered some sporting goods -- and he nearly didn't deliver them because he was afraid they'd make him take his clothes off."
"And did they?" I teased.
"Naw," he drawled sheepishly. "But Anne wouldn't ride out there with me ... would you, chicken?"
"Cluck, cluck, cluck," Anne laughed.
Then we were all laughing as we moved out the front door.
"Thanks for a lovely evening," Willa said, nudging me.
"Yeah, we enjoyed it," I said. "Come over about seven, Sunday ... or earlier if you'd like. You got our address?"
"I know where it is," Anne said.
"Well, good night."
"Good night."
* * *
During the drive home, Willa snuggled up to me and put her head on my shoulder.
"I like them," she sighed.
"Me too, honey."
"Woody shouldn't wear that crew cut, though. He's too old for it, don't you think?"
"What'd you do? Count his gray hairs?"
"Oh, Burt ... of course not. I just think he'd look better with longer hair."
Her fingers stroked through my hair -- dark brown and cut full but not long by today's standards.
"He didn't have much gray," she said. "It was sandy-looking. Maybe that's why his crew cut didn't look right, because his tan is almost the same color."
"Anne's hair certainly looked nice."
"Like copper," Willa sighed. "Would you like my hair that color? I've been thinking of doing something with it."
"Don't you dare. I love it midnight black, just the way it is naturally. The only thing you ever need to do to your hair is brush it. It's beautiful."
"Mmm."
"And don't get it cut."
"Yes, darling."
"I like it long."
"Yes, darling."
"I want it to grow till it reaches the small of your back."
"Yes, darling."
She stuck her finger in my ear and rubbed the inside of my nearest thigh.
"Would you like to brush it for me before we go to bed, Burt?"
Her voice was extra soft. I could feel a change taking place between my legs.
"You know what that does to me."
Wiggling her finger in my ear, she breathed, "I know what brushing my hair does to you. Why do you think I want you to do it before we go to bed?"
* * *
I had a quick shower, then lay nude on the bed, smoking a cigarette as Willa took hers. Grinning, I recalled the first time I'd brushed my wife's beautiful hair. It was the fifth day of our honeymoon. She'd thought I was joking when I asked her to let me do it for her.
"It's sweet of you to offer," she'd said, going right on brushing away at it herself. "But I can manage."
"But I want to do it for you."
The brush stopped in her shiny black hair. She looked at my reflection in the mirror, then went on brushing her hair as she watched me.
"You've got such pretty hair," I said, moving closer to her.
"Thank you," she mumbled.
I looked at her reflection in the mirror. Our eyes met.
"Burt?"
"Don't ever cut it."
She had a funny look on her face.
"Promise me you'll never have it cut."
"It'll get too long. It grows so fast."
"Good. Let it grow."
"But it's past my shoulders now. What happens when I start sitting on it?"
"Then you can get a little of it cut off."
"I don't understand, darling. How long do you want my hair?"
"To the small of your back would be perfect."
"Burt?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you got a thing about my hair?"
"I don't know."
"Here. Take the brush and do it."
My hand trembled as I took the brush from her and began.
"You're nervous, aren't you?"
"Yes," I admitted, embarrassed as I handed the brush back to her.
"Do you want to do it some more, darling?"
"Do you want me to?"
"If you want to."
"You don't mind?"
"I thought I would when you first mentioned it ... but no, I sort of like it ... don't you?"
My breath came out in a sigh.
"Here," she said, giving me back the brush. "Brush my hair some more. I want you to now. Go on."
The strangest feeling came over me as I took the brush and began running it through her sweet-smelling hair. I worked very slowly and gently, pulling the bristles of the brush down her hair, following it with my other hand stroking her lightly.
Her voice had a melodious tone as she spoke my name.
"Burt?"
"Huh?"
"I can hear you breathing, darling."
Gulping, I pulled the brush away.
"Don't stop. Go on. I like it."
I started brushing her wonderful hair again.
"Have you ever done this for another girl?"
"No."
"Have you ever wanted to?"
"No. Just for you."
"It excites you, doesn't it?"
I cleared my throat but said nothing.
"You can tell me. I'll understand, darling."
"I don't feel right about it."
"But it does excite you?"
Her eyes were dancing when I glanced into the mirror. I couldn't speak the answer to her question. But it wasn't necessary, because she read it in my strained expression.
"I love you, Burt. So much!"
"Let's go to bed."
"We just got out of bed."
"I don't care. I love you more than anything in the world, and I want you again, right now."
Her shortie nightgown billowed out as she turned quickly from the mirror and faced me. Her hair swung through the air and settled softly about her shoulders. She looked down and saw the bulge in my pajamas.
"Did brushing my hair do that?" she asked, her voice sounding almost as excited as I felt.
I couldn't look at her. I dropped my gaze to the floor. Then she was in my arms, hugging me and pressing her fabulous body against me.
"Don't be ashamed of it, darling. Don't feel badly. Look at me ... at my face."
I got lost in her big brown eyes. They looked almost the same way they had that night I took her cherry.
"You've got a fetish about my hair, haven't you?"
"I guess," I mumbled. "I don't know."
"I think you must have. I've read a lot, besides my courses in psychology."
"Jesus ... I don't know ... maybe I am a pervert!"
"Don't say it like that, darling. There's all kinds of perversions. Almost everyone is kinky in some way."
"But, Jesus ... hair ... you don't mind?"
She giggled. "Not as long as it's my hair that turns you on, I don't mind in the least."
"Really?"
"Hell no. You like it and I like it ... so what does it hurt?"
"Well, nothing, I guess."
"Of course not. Besides, it takes superior intelligence to have a fetish. Almost all fetishists are way above average in the brain department, did you know that?"
"You're puttin' me on."
"No, I'm not, darling. Stroke my hair with your hands. Run your fingers through it, why don't you?"
I did, again and again, with Willa rubbing against me all the while. Soon I was moaning softly and my cock was poking a hole in her belly.
"Oh, Burt! This really turns you on, doesn't it?"
I groaned, grabbing a handful of her silky hair and rubbing my face with it.
"God, honey! I just love the way it excites you!"
"Mmm!"
"I'll let it grow real long for you," she sighed. "Clear down to my bottom, if you want!"
"It's so soft, Willa ... so nice!"
"Just for you, darling," she breathed. "All of me is just for you!"
I pushed her away and pulled off her nightgown. She stood trembling as I kicked off my pajamas, a slightly worried smile on her delicate face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
"I read about a hair fetishist, a way-out one, and he liked to put it right in his wife's hair. You don't want to do that ... do you, Burt?"
I laughed. "No, baby. I'm not that far out."
She took me in her arms, looking at my face as I entered her snug, hot vagina. Her eyes clamped shut. She sucked in her breath.
"Oh, darling, darling," she moaned, her hands moving down to cup my buttocks and hold my prick all the way inside her.
"I love you, love you, love you," I whispered, my lips moving right on her ear.
Her hair was splayed out on the pillow. I buried my face in it and began screwing her unbelievably sweet pussy.
"Ohhh ... that's good, Burt ... so good!"
Her voice spurred me on. I moved faster, her hips working with me.
"If you-mmm-ever want to, you-ohhh-can!
"What?" I gasped, so wrought up I could feel orgasm coming on already.
"Put it in m-my hair!"
At the moment I was in no condition to carry on a conversation.
"You're about to come?"
"Yesss!"
"Hold off a m-min-minute! Let me catch up!"
It was too late. I slammed in to the hilt, groaning, grinding my pelvis at her as the sperm gushed from my twitching rod.
"Oh, darling ... darling! Ohhhh ... ohhh! Bite my hair! Pull it with your teeth! Yessss! Ohhh ... Yes, yes! Mee too ... I'm co-coming too!"
I'd have known she was even without her telling me. Her vagina is so tight and strong that when it spasms I can feel it clamping hungrily all over my cock. It was eating me alive that time, and when it finally quit convulsing, there wasn't a drop of semen left in my nuts!
* * *
I was on my second cigarette when Willa opened the bathroom door. She stood in the doorway, naked, her skin a healthy pink from her hot shower, taking off her shower cap and shaking her hair out. She was already excited. I could see the gleam in her eyes and the way her nipples -- dark brown on the end of perfect creamy white tits -- were crinkling and pointing.
Without a word she tossed her shower cap back into the bathroom and went, tits swaying and buttocks jiggling, to the dresser for her hairbrush. Her hair was halfway down her back now and, with all the brushing it had got since that first night, it shone lustrously under the light.
"Hold up your arms," I said.
Smiling, she stopped beside the bed and lifted her arms.
At my request she'd stopped shaving under her arms. The hair was full-grown there now. I erected just looking at those two patches of dark hair. I don't know why women want to shave under their arms. Bare armpits can never be as sexy as hairy ones and Willa has the most luxurious bushes under her arms I've ever seen!
"God, you're beautiful!" I breathed, sitting up on the side of the bed and running my fingers through her dense pubic hair.
Her slender fingers cupped the back of my head, pulling my face past her warm tit till my mouth pressed into the scented growth under her right arm.
"Lick it, darling," she urged.
She'd never done that before, but I found it damn pleasant. Her entire armpit smelled faintly of her dusting powder, but the odor of her clean body was what caught in my nostrils. Inhaling her aroma deeply, I licked till her armpit was covered with saliva, then nipped lightly at her damp hair with my teeth.
"Oh, darling," she sighed. "Ohhh ... that gives me the shivers!"
I could feel the goosebumps on her body as I moved to her left armpit, stopping to kiss each of her hard nipples on the way. Her cunt was hot and wet when I quit licking her other armpit.
"I'm ready!" she gasped, grabbing my head and pulling my face into her cunt hair, rubbing it at me. "That was something else ... the way you loved my armpits, darling! Wow! Did it ever get to me! "
"I think you enjoy my fetish more than I do," I teased, planting kisses on her undulating loins.
"I think maybe I do," she admitted. "I thought of something different we can do ... want to try it?"
"Hell yes!"
"Scoot up the bed. Lean back against the headboard."
My dick standing at full mast, I scooted up and leaned back. "Like this?"
"A little higher ... yes, right there. Here, take the brush."
I took the hairbrush from her. She got on the bed, kissed the head of my organ, then hurried up to kiss my mouth. As I sucked her tongue -- she loves for me to suck her tongue -- my fingers combed gently through her long black hair.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, when she broke the kiss and swung astride me with her back to me.
Her warm butt was on my stomach, feeling very nice, and her hand was on my penis, feeling even nicer.
"You'll see," she breathed passionately.
And I did. The next instant she braced one hand on my thigh and lifted herself. She wiggled till her wet cunt fitted hotly over my glans, hovering there for a second before she lowered herself and took every bit of my seven inches inside her steaming tunnel.
"Oh, darling," she sighed, shivering and tossing her beautiful long hair. "Can you reach it?"
"I think so."
"Brush it. Brush my hair. I'll do the rest."
"I think I'm gonna like this," I said, reaching out with both hands, brushing her hair with one hand and stroking it with the other.
"Oh, I know I am," she panted, her hips rising and falling as she began to ride me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, not losing a stroke as I brushed her swaying hair, feeling her fingers moving over our genitals.
"Playing with your balls," she grunted. "And rubbing my clit!"
"Keep it up. It feels great!"
"To me too, Burt! I'm hot ... so hot I'm about to come!"
"Go on. Don't wait for me. I'll catch you the next time around."
"Brush it ... brush it faster ... ohhh ... harder, darling!"
She threw back her head and I brushed her gleaming hair like crazy, whipping the brush down through it as I felt her vagina clamp jerkily at my turgid rod.
"Oh, cats!" she wailed, slamming down to take it all inside her body, trembling as she made a tight circle with her midsection and bent my organ delightfully around inside her. "Ohhh ... God, Burt! Oh, shit, honey!"
"Is it good, baby?"
"Good!" she moaned, shuddering as her insides fluttered out of control. She fell forward till her face pressed into the bed between my legs. "Sweet dick ... sweet dick!"
I couldn't reach her hair with her lying like that, but the view of her spread buttocks more than made up for it. It was the first time I'd had a good look at her asshole. At the moment it was winking each time I felt her vaginal walls grab hungrily at my prick. Her anus looked brown and very soft as it blinked happily up at me. Just outside the brown I was thrilled to see a ring of hair I'd never known she possessed. It was as black as her crisp pubic hair, but not so dense or long.
Fascinated, I reached out and rubbed both her clasping brown anus and the hair surrounding it. It felt every bit as soft as if looked, and the hair was silky-like.
"What are you doing?" Willa moaned, still in the find throes of her orgasm. "Don't ... don't do that, darling!"
Respecting her wishes, I reluctantly removed my finger from her hot opening and grabbed a double handful of her head hair, then eased her up till her back pressed firmly against my chest.
"Oh, Burt!" she gasped, when I buried my face in her hair and reached around her to grip harshly at both her large tits.
"Fuck, baby ... fuck!" I grunted, hanging onto her tits as I bounced her whole body with a flurry of wild thrusts.
"So rough! Oh, Burt ... I like it this way!"
"You like it any way," I panted, squeezing her tits till she whimpered and flung her head. "You just plain like to fuck!"
"Yes!"
"Tell me ... tell me dirty!"
"Fuck!" she squealed, grabbing my tensed nuts in one hand and flipping rapidly at her clitoris with the other. "Oh, I love You, Burt! I love your cock! Fuck me ... fuck me!"
"Baby. Baby!"
"Oh, cats! Damn, it's good! It gets better every time we do it, darling!"
I grunted. It was impossible for me to speak.
"You're coming."
I groaned as the first jet of semen sped up my pulsing shaft and shot deep into her.
Willa gasped, stiffened, then her midsection went berserk. For a moment I thought she was going to break my spurting prick off inside her, she bucked so furiously. I could feel her nails scraping the base of my fully imbedded rod as she flicked her pleasure button in a fit of lust.
Then she caught up to me, sagged against me, shuddering and sobbing as her vagina spasmed strongly. "Oh, good Lord!" she sobbed, reaching awkwardly back to hug me, the soles of her feet feeling all smooth as she worked them over my butt.
Chapter 2
I sold two of my three Saturday appointments, which amounted to a hundred and eighty dollars for me if both of them stayed with their courses and paid them out in full. That was an extra good day though, because the average is one sale out of three calls made, and not all the courses we offer cost enough to get me a ninety-buck commission.
But those two did, and I felt on top of the world when I got home. Both courses had been well-placed, and that always makes me feel good. I hate to sell anyone a course they don't really need or won't enjoy. That day I sold one for need and one for pleasure -- an accounting course to a male bookkeeper who knew he was going to take it but made me push him all the way, and an art course to a pleasant retired gentleman who was taking it purely for personal enjoyment.
To celebrate, I took Willa out to dinner and a movie. We saw Easy Rider, which was quite entertaining until it got to the end. God, what an impact! And totally believable. As insane as life itself. My guts were in a knot when we left the theater, and Willa looked like her nerves were tight enough to snap.
"How about a drink before we go home?"
She nodded as she slid into the car and scooted past the steering wheel to make room for me. "Wasn't that just awful?" she asked as I got in and shut the door. "Stupid! So damned stupid! Let's have two drinks."
We drank very little back then, and rarely in a bar. Since we had no favorite place, I stopped at the first bar that looked decent. It was a mistake. The inside wasn't what the outside had promised, but once we were in we decided to stay.
The jukebox blared constantly with Country and Western, and smoke hung thick as a San Francisco fog. The bar was crowded, but I saw only two women besides Willa, and neither of them appeared very ladylike. Mostly the customers were men, and as I looked them over I decided few of them would qualify as gentlemen. They looked and sounded like hardworking and hard-drinking working class men.
I was a bit uneasy about us being there, what with Willa so damned sexy-looking and all. But she spotted a table and I followed her to it, trying my best to ignore the hungry stares and mumbled exclamations her undulating hips evoked. She can't help walking the way she does, especially when she has on high heels, and that night she had on the highest ones she owns -- the ones which make her shapely calves do their stuff.
The movie had left us depressed, and neither of us had much to say. We sipped our drinks, smoked, fiddled with matches, glanced at each other and smiled occasionally, stared off into space without really seeing anything.
Then I noticed him: a burly guy in work clothes with a tan the Coppertone ad executives would envy, grinning confidently right at Willa. I followed his gaze and saw her blank eyes looking at him without seeing him at all. But he was well on his way, and the gleam in his eyes told me he thought she was giving him the come-on. And the way she was sitting, sort of sideways in the chair with her legs crossed and that short skirt hiked up, I knew he'd already had a glimpse of what he wanted. I watched him get up and wink at his drinking buddy as he slapped his shoulder.
"Let's go, honey," I said.
She turned toward me. "But we haven't finished our drinks."
I felt silly for having suggested leaving. We were only halfway through our second drinks, and I couldn't tell her why I thought it best to leave. By then it was too late anyway, because the guy was approaching our table.
"Okay, but let's not have another. Not here."
"It isn't much, is it?" she asked.
The guy towered over us, weaving slightly as he looked from Willa to me to Willa.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Uh," he started, obviously not much with words. "I thought the little lady might like to dance."
Damn you, Hoss, I thought, because he reminded me of that Cartwright goon on TV. It was the one thing he could've said that Willa might go for. She dearly loves to dance and I have three left feet, but I didn't think she'd want to dance with this character. I was about to tell him to shove off when Willa glanced at me.
"I think maybe I would like a dance," she said. "It might snap me out of my mood. Would you mind, Burt?"
I did mind, but I tried to hide it. "Just one ... then we have to go."
The ox grinned stupidly, half bowing as he held out his hand. Willa took it and was pulled from her chair and led to the small area where one other couple was already dancing.
My guts churned as I watched him pull Willa close and begin dancing even worse than I do. But within seconds the slow song was over. Willa pushed away and stood apart from him till the next record started playing. She smiled. It was a fast number, the kind she likes best. She started doing some of her fancy steps, the new stuff. The stiff stood there watching her with a grin on his coarse-featured face, then grabbed her and crushed her tits firmly against his barrel chest, trying to dance the only way he knew how, and also rubbing vulgarly against her.
It was more than I could take. I was on my feet when Willa jerked free. She shook her head at him, smiling as she started dancing apart from him and trying to get him to do the same. I sat back down, but only for a moment. He hopped around awkwardly for a bit, then shook his head and grabbed her close again. When I saw both his hands cupping her soft buttocks and holding her very close, I jumped back up and started for them. Before I got there Willa had freed herself and was stamping back to our table. The jerk took a couple of steps after her, then saw the look in my eyes and stopped. He snorted, then laughed and spun around to go back to his own table.
"You all right?" I asked as Willa took my hand and led me back to our table.
"Fine," she said tersely. "Let's drink up and go home."
Too many guys were looking at me. I couldn't leave just yet. They'd think I was running. I motioned the waitress over and ordered another drink for Willa and one for myself.
"Why'd you do that? I thought you wanted to go."
"You wouldn't understand," I told her. "I do want to go, but we can't now ... not for a few minutes anyway."
She stared blankly at me, then her eyes brightened and, by God, I think she did understand.
Our third drinks were barely on the table when the big ox and his smaller buddy got up and left. Willa watched them walk out the door, then turned to me and smiled sweetly.
I nodded.
"We might as well have our drinks first," she chuckled, reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.
We did, leisurely. It was probably fifteen minutes later when we started across the parking lot to our car, holding hands and unaware of anything but each other. About a quarter of the way across the dimly lit parking lot, things changed.
Plugugly loomed before us, blocking our path, his friend, about my size, standing beside him. Ugly looked mean and his pal looked amused.
"I don't like to be insulted in fronta my friends," ugly growled.
"Burt?" Willa whispered, squeezing my hand.
"Get out of our way," I said, shaking Willa's hand off.
"Now that's what I was hopin' you'd do," ugly smirked, bringing up his fists. "You better walk wide around me ... or else put 'em up!"
"Don't fight him, Burt," Willa pleaded.
"I've got to, honey. Stand back."
"No. We'll walk around them, Burt. Come on."
"It doesn't work that way, baby. Now move away!"
She did, mumbling, "But this is so dumb! Hell hurt you!"
The smaller guy was moving behind me, going toward Willa, I think. But whether he was going for her or trying to come at me from behind, I had to stop him. I swung my leg and jerked his feet out from under him, feeling the blood race in my veins as he hit the pavement on his face and let out a howl.
"You sonofabitch!" the big guy raged, coming at me with a hay-maker.
I ducked and grabbed his arm, swung it up and tossed him. A loud swoosh sounded as he landed flat on his back. Neither of them wanted to fight any more. I went to Willa, who was so startled she was speechless, took her hand, and led her to our car.
As we got in, I could hear the smaller guy, the one my size, 5'10", moaning about his teeth and asking the ugly guy, big one, who was sucking like a steam engine, what had happened.
I started the car, backed it around, then raced the engine and shot around them and out of the lot.
"Good Lord," Willa sighed, her hands trembling as she lit cigarettes for us both and passed one to me. "What'd you do to them?"
"Just used a little hand to hand combat."
"Judo?"
"Hell, honey, I don't know what you call it. Just some stuff I learned in the Marines."
"And I was worried about them hurting you!" Willa exclaimed. "Hey, maybe you ought to teach me how to do that."
* * *
Sunday night at our place was even more enjoyable than Friday night at Woody and Anne's had been. They got there at six-thirty, Woody carrying a bottle of Collins mix and Anne the pint of gin to go with it. Before the evening was over, we'd polished off the mix and the gin, as well as the thick steaks, baked potatoes and corn on the cob.
The El Paso weather didn't let us down. It was pleasant on the patio -- so pleasant, in fact, that we were all reluctant to go in the house when we'd finished eating. I think Willa had a glow on from the stiff Collins drinks Woody kept making as soon as any of us emptied our glasses, and I know damned well I did. I was high enough to be coaxed into bringing out the portable record player we kept talking about trading in on a stereo but hadn't as yet. I even danced a little. With Anne, because Woody was dancing steadily with Willa. He knew all the new dances she liked so well, and they just kept at it.
Anne tried to teach me. I tried to learn. She said I was doing great, but I knew better. Willa had told me the same thing before she finally gave up on me. But I enjoyed dancing with Anne, especially to the slower records I'd slipped into the stack. It upset me a little as I glanced past Anne's red hair and noticed Willa snuggled so intimately to Woody. But they were only dancing, and he was keeping his hands where they should be, gliding her smoothly around the patio in time to the music. I envied him his ability, mostly because it pleased Willa so much. Even on the slow tunes they did fancy stuff, dipping and spinning and all that ballroom type dancing.
We were all very good friends by the time the gin and mix ran out, and Willa was thoroughly enjoying herself. I could tell she was a bit potted by the look of her eyes, but then so was I. It didn't worry me any, because I knew Woody wouldn't take advantage of her with me and his wife right there. I doubted he would even if they'd gone for more gin and mix at their house, as he'd suggested. But Anne said we didn't need any more to drink, so Willa and Woody decided to dance some more while Anne had me take her into the kitchen and show her where the stuff for coffee was. I got the pot and coffee out for her, and she began making coffee.
"They dance very well together, don't they?" she asked.
"Yeah. Looks as if they're both having a helluva time."
The coffee pot began to bubble as Anne dried her hands and came to where I was sitting in a kitchen chair. She held out her hands, smiling down at me. I took them.
"I'm having a helluva time myself, aren't you, Burt?"
"Yeah."
"I liked dancing with you."
"Yeah. I enjoyed it, too, Anne. I hope I didn't step on your toes too much."
She sat down in my lap, her soft butt feeling very warm, her lips moist and parted, her eyes looking directly into mine, dancing, all green and excited.
I gulped. It was totally unexpected. I didn't know what to do. The tip of her tongue traced lightly over her lips and she wiggled against my rising penis.
She knew the effect she was having on me. I could tell she wanted me to kiss her, even before she closed her eyes and moved her mouth near mine.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered.
Unable to resist, I put my arms around her and kissed her. She was about two inches shorter than Willa, around 5'2", and not quite as soft, because she was thinner, too. But she felt great and smelled terrific, and the way she kissed me back was wild!
Moaning, she raked at my back with her fingernails and opened her mouth wide. Her tits, smaller than Willa's but still nice and soft and perfect for her size, mashed against me as her pink tongue darted into my mouth and licked wetly.
I licked back, feeling my cock turn to steel as she kept squirming passionately in my lap. Then I was sucking her tongue and thrusting my hand under her dress, losing all sense of time as I rubbed her feverish pussy through her panties. I don't know how long we sat there, but neither of us came to our senses till I had two fingers in her and she was gasping in orgasm.
"Oh, God!" she panted, pushing my hand away and jumping to her feet. "We shouldn't have done that! What if they'd come in?"
I grinned sheepishly.
"But I wanted to," she said. "I've wanted you to kiss me from the first minute I saw you, Burt."
"The coffee's done," I said lamely. "We'd better take it out before they suspect anything."
She grinned nervously when I got up. "You'd better go run cold water on it. You can't go out there like that. I'll take the coffee out."
I got the cups and tray for her.
"Don't tell Willa about this," she admonished.
I shook my head, then went to the bathroom, not knowing at the time that Woody had my wife in almost as hot an embrace as I'd had his.
Chapter 3
We didn't see Anne and Woody for over a week after that, because Willa kept making excuses. When we did see them again, it was for a double-date sort of evening at a drive-in movie. Coming back to the car from the refreshment shack during intermission, Woody suggested laughingly that Anne sit up front with me, and Willa in the backseat with him during the second film. Willa nixed that idea so fast I began to wonder if she'd learned about Anne and I in the kitchen.
But during the second movie she cuddled up to me so close I knew she couldn't suspect anything, and she kept whispering "I love you," like she was trying to prove it or something. I couldn't figure her out. When we took Anne and Woody home, they invited us in for a drink and Willa didn't want to accept. Finally she did though, but the only time I was out of her sight in their house was when I had to take a leak. It was almost like she was frightened or something.
After we'd seen them a couple more times, she was back to normal. We got friendlier and friendlier with them, but that's all. It was about a month after we had first gone to their house that Woody suggested one Thursday evening:
"What are you guys doing this weekend? Why don't we all four take off tomorrow evening and go up to Ruidoso for the horse races?"
"Hey! I'm for that," Anne piped up quickly. "Why, we haven't been up there at all this season, Woody! Do you guys like horse racing?"
"I've never seen a horse race," I said. "Have you, honey?"
I noticed an odd expression on her pretty face as she shook her head.
"Then it's settled," Woody said, slapping his knee. "Everybody has to see a good horse race at least once in his life. We'll take our new car. I'm dying to get that Cad out on the highway!"
"I don't know," Willa said. "Maybe we shouldn't."
"Why not, Willa?" I asked. "I'd like to go."
"Do you think we can afford it?" she asked tensely.
"To hell with affording it, baby. We haven't been anywhere for months."
"You can stick with the two-dollar window till you win," Anne offered.
We threw it back and forth, Willa finally giving in, and when we went home it was all set. I couldn't figure Willa's reluctance, because she always liked to go places. But she was in some kind of mood, so preoccupied that she begged off from the loving I'd thought she wanted. She wasn't angry or anything like that; it was more like she was worried about something.
Before we fell asleep, I asked, "What's the matter, baby?"
"Huh?"
"Have you got something on your mind?"
"What makes you ask that?"
"Well ... you've been acting kind of strange lately."
"It's nothing. Just a silly mood. I'll be all right. Go to sleep now. It's late."
* * *
Woody eased the last customers from his shop at six on the dot, then gave final instructions to his assistant manager and we were piling into his new Cad and taking off for the weekend. All of us still had our working best on, with our more casual clothing in suitcases in the trunk. The girls sat together in the backseat and I rode up front with Woody.
He was proud as hell of his new car, telling me how he'd always wanted a brand-new Cad as he tooled it out Dyer and picked up speed when the rush-hour traffic thinned. Soon we were on the open road (and if you've never driven between El Paso, Texas, and Alamogordo, N.M. you couldn't possibly imagine how open that road is), leaving our jobs and cares behind us, heading for the resort town of Ruidoso, N.M., which sets seven thousand feet in the cool pines, near the Apache Indian reservation and Sierra Blanca mountain. Ruidoso has always been popular to the summer, because of the mountains and the coolness at that altitude, and of course the horse races. Dale Robertson, the TV and movie star, races horses there, and Audie Murphy, too, I've heard. And lately it's been getting very popular in the winter as a ski resort.
Once out of El Paso, Woody really poured the coals to his Cad. It was riding so smoothly I didn't notice how fast we were going till Woody called my attention to it. He thumped me on the leg and pointed to the speedometer with a grin. It was resting on a hundred and ten, and he still had a little pedal left.
I squirmed and dug out a cigarette. "You'd better let up a little, hadn't you?"
"Make you nervous?" he asked, chuckling happily.
"Not a bit," I lied. "But if you get any speeding tickets, don't expect me to help you pay them."
He laughed as he let up on the accelerator and dropped back to eighty miles an hour, which seemed very slow after doing a hundred and ten. I breathed a trifle easier, but not much, because Woody was a good driver and had complete control of his car all the time. It's just the idea of traveling on the ground at speeds exceeding a hundred miles an hour that gets me. Somehow I always have visions of a front tire blowing out and the car tumbling and scraping for a mile or so before it ever stops and by then who would know it or care?
We stopped for supper at the Red Rooster in Alamogordo (they've got terrific Mexican food if you're ever passing through that way) and I got my first look at Woody's dick as we stood pissing into the same john after we'd eaten. He's circumcised, and the head of his long rod looked bluish-pink as he milked the final drops of urine from it.
"Why don't we get a room with two beds and shack up together. for the weekend?" he asked, shaking his cock before he put it back in his pants and zipped up.
"It would kind of put a strain on things, wouldn't it?" I asked, putting my own cock away and feeling very inadequate. Actually Woody, I learned later, was about the same size as me when hard, but soft, you'd never guess it.
"What d'ya mean?" he asked with a grin, moving to the basin to wash his hands. "Sexwise?"
"Yeah."
"Jesus, Burt, haven't you and Willa been married long enough to let it rest for just one weekend?"
"Well ... I guess. It would save a little money, wouldn't it?"
"Sure as hell would," he said, leaving the water running for me as he stepped back drying his hands on a paper towel.
"I don't know if Willa will go for it. She's kind of bashful, you know."
"Won't hurt to put it to her, will it?"
His choice of words, what with the sight of his penis so recent, didn't set exactly right with me, but I nodded assent.
As it turned out, I didn't have to ask Willa about sharing a room with Anne and Wood. We were barely out of the Red Rooster parking lot when Anne spoke up from the backseat.
"Willa and I've decided we ought to all stay in the same room while we're in Ruidoso. To save money. Their rooms are pretty steep during the season, and since we're such good friends and all ... what do you guys think about it?"
I glanced back at Willa. She gave me a sickly sort of smile.
"Woody and I were talking about the same thing. I think it's a good idea. You sure you don't mind, Willa?"
She shrugged, then started to say something but changed her mind and nodded her head.
"Don't you want to, honey?" Anne asked. "I thought you did."
"Sure," Willa said, reaching into her bag for a cigarette. "I guess I can take it if the rest of you can."
Anne's eyes fairly danced. "Why, Willa," she exclaimed, "whatever do you mean by that, honey?"
"She's a little bashful," I explained.
"Oh, Burt! I am not! Well ... maybe a very little bit."
"We'll run the boys out while we're dressing," Anne promised.
"Like hell you will," Woody laughed. "It gets chilly up there at night. You gals can take your things in the john, the same as Burt and me."
Like innocent lambs to the slaughter, Woody and Anne led Willa and I into the Chaparral Motor Hotel, Ruidoso's newest, biggest and finest, and Woody and I signed the register for our double room. The place was plush, and I found myself wondering silently why we didn't pick one of the lesser motels if we wanted to save money. But I didn't say anything, because I could see Willa really liked the Chaparral and she was the one interested in cutting corners on the money. I was out for a good time and a relaxing weekend and hang the expense. We could always worry about that later, if we needed to, which I seriously doubted we would now that Willa was working too.
I guess it was around ten that Friday night when Anne suggested we take a drive through the little town and maybe stop for a drink or two. We'd all bathed and put on more comfortable clothing, and the closeness had been a strain for Willa, though she tried hard not to show it. Anyway, I think she was greatly relieved to get out of the room for a while.
It doesn't take long to drive through Ruidoso. Actually, it's little more than a spread-out village, and soon we were doing more drinking than sightseeing. At the last place we stopped, about one in the morning, none of us were feeling a bit of pain. They had a dance floor, and between drinks Woody kept Willa dancing. She was relaxed to the point of loose, enjoying herself immensely. And I was glad. I'd been worried about her tenseness. It was a relief to see her having a good time.
"They dance beautifully together, don't they?" Anne asked in a slightly slurred voice.
"Yeah," I said, nodding, smiling, watching Woody hold my wife close as they danced dreamily to a slow song.
"You're not jealous, are you, Burt?"
"Of Woody?" I asked, looking across the booth at Anne, seeing the dim light reflect from her green eyes as I felt her stockinged foot slip between my legs and her toes begin to tease at my loins.
"Of the way they get on so well," she said, her toes working under my balls, doing delightful things.
"Of course not. We're not kids. I don't mind her having a good time with Woody. We're all friends, aren't we?"
"Good friends," she breathed, rubbing the ball of her foot back and forth over my rising penis.
"You'd better stop that, Anne."
She smiled real sexy. "Why? Don't you like it?"
I reached down and pushed her foot away. "I like it too much maybe."
"Give me a cigarette."
I gave her one, took another myself, held the match for her, then lit mine.
"Did Willa act strange after that first night we were at your place, Burt?"
"Not that I recall," I lied. "Why do you ask?"
"I don't think the only hot smooching session was in the kitchen that night," she said, looking directly into my eyes.
My heart skipped a beat. "What'd you mean?"
"I think Willa and Woody almost lost their heads, too. There was some lipstick on his handkerchief, and it wasn't my shade."
I couldn't say anything for a moment. My mind whirled. I could almost see Willa and Woody kissing passionately there for a second, then the image of his big cock flashed before me and I almost screamed out loud.
"What's the matter, Burt?"
"Nothing!" I snapped. Then in a normal tone, I added, "You're mistaken."
"Could be," she admitted.
"Did it look like Willa's brand of lipstick?"
"Huh?"
"On his handkerchief, damn it!"
"Oh ... I don't know," she said, shrugging. "It's hard to tell that way. That's the reason I never said anything about it. I shouldn't have now. I'm sorry, Burt. Forget I even mentioned it, will you? I'm probably mistaken anyway. It could have been from a day or so before, when maybe I had on a different brand or something."
But I couldn't forget it. My mind raced back to the night she'd mentioned. Willa and I'd made wild love after Anne and Woody had gone. Willa had been so hot for it we hadn't even bothered with our usual routine of brushing her hair. And as I picked away at the half-forgotten details of the evening, I dimly recalled Willa's lipstick being ever so slightly mussed before I kissed her the first time. No! I made myself stop. It was torture, and I couldn't be sure about it since so much time had passed.
"I've gotta go pee," Anne said. "Why don't you order us another round while I'm gone?"
"Huh? Oh ... yeah, sure, Anne."
"Burt? You're not worrying over what I said, are you, honey?"
"No. I was thinking of something else entirely."
"Good. I don't want you to worry about it. I was probably jumping to conclusions, and even if they did kiss, so what? I mean, we did too, you know, so neither of us ought to get all upset ... right?"
"I guess so."
"Sure. You only live once, so what the hell?"
"Let's just forget it. Okay?"
"Right. Now I gotta go pee, so order us some more drinks."
I ordered. The waitress got to our booth with the drinks at the same time Woody and Willa did. The waitress was blocking my side, so Woody put Willa in across the table from me and scooted in beside her.
"I could dance with this sweet thing all night," Woody said. "Boy! Does she ever know how!"
"You're not so bad yourself, mister," Willa laughed, shaking her head to toss a strand of hair from her face. "Are you and Anne having as good a time as Woody and I, Burt?"
"Yeah. But it's late. I think Anne is about ready to call it a night ... and so am I. Let's go back to the motel after this round."
"Oh, no, honey," Willa protested. "I'm having so much fun!"
"We can sleep in tomorrow," Woody offered.
"Sleep in? Man, I'm for that!" It was Anne, approaching the booth. She stopped and put her hands on her hips, looking at Woody and Willa sitting on her side. "Hey, what is this? Did we switch partners without anyone telling me? It's a little late for that, isn't it? I'm getting sleepy."
"I think Burt is, too," Willa said, smiling warmly at me.
"But I'm not," Woody announced rather loudly. "And you're not, are you, Willa?"
"Not in the least. I wanna dance some more before we call it a night!"
"You can dance in your dreams," Anne scoffed. "Come on ... let's all drink up and toddle off to bed like sensible people."
"Hear, hear," I said, forcing a yawn as I raised my glass and took a large sip.
"Jesus," Woody said, turning to Willa. "Aren't they sickening?"
"Spoil sports," Willa agreed. "Don't be spoilsports."
"Look," Woody said, leaning forward. "You guys are ready for bed?"
"I'm bushed."
"And I can hardly hold my eyes open," Anne said, "so let's go."
"But Willa and I wanna dance a little longer, don't we, Willa?"
"Well ... if they're tired, I guess we can go."
"No, damn it," Woody insisted. "Listen, Willa, do you trust your old man?"
"I guess so. Sure I do."
"Then we've got no problem, because I trust Anne implicitly," he said, reaching into his pocket and coming out with his car keys, handing them across to me. "Now everybody gets what they want. You take Anne back to the motel and both of you go to bed ... in separate beds of course ... and Willa and I'll take a cab back." He turned to Willa. "In what, baby? About thirty minutes?"
"I don't know," she drawled.
"An hour then?"
"Thirty minutes, I guess," she said, glancing at me. "Is that all right, Burt?"
"Hell no," I said. "I don't like this idea."
"What have you got to worry about, Burt?" Woody asked with a grin. "You'll be alone with my wife in a motel room; I'll be in public with yours. Hey, maybe this ain't such a good idea, after all!"
Woody laughed. Anne laughed. Willa did too. Then I was laughing with them, thinking how silly and childish I was.
"Okay," I said. "But I warn you ... if you and Willa aren't there in an hour, I'm going to hop out of our bed and sleep with Anne."
"Oh, shit," Anne gasped, her voice filled with mock excitement. "Let's go, let's go!"
Willa took it as a joke. She laughed so hard tears were running down her cheeks. But I knew Anne wasn't kidding. I wanted her in a bad way, and thirty minutes would be just about long enough. I was drunk enough to figure what Woody and Willa didn't know wouldn't hurt them. They thought Anne and I were doing them a favor, but they had it backward. I knew it, and when I glanced at Anne I could see she was thinking along the same lines.
"Be careful with my new Cadillac!" Woody called as Anne and I went out the door.
Playing gentleman, I held the car door for Anne. She slid in with a smile on her face, not bothering to smooth her skirt down, leaving it way up and letting me look at her thighs. I put my hand on the inside of her nearest thigh, kissed her, ran my hand up till I had it full of hot, nylon-covered cunt.
"Hurry," she breathed. "We haven't much time.
Trembling with anticipation, I shut her door and walked briskly around the car, got in, started the engine and pulled onto the street. Anne slid over next to me, her hand coming instantly to my crotch, rubbing till I thought we'd never get to the goddamned Chaparral! And when we did get there I had to take my jacket off and hold it in front of me as we went through the lobby.
"We shouldn't do this, Burt," Anne sighed, falling into my arms the instant we were inside the room.
"I know," I told her, putting my arms around her and cupping a soft buttock in each hand, pulling her belly firmly against my hard dick.
"Oh, damn," she moaned, working her pelvis at me. "You're ready already!"
"It's the effect you have on me, baby."
"I wonder," she murmured thoughtfully.
"You wonder what?"
"Oh, nothing. Undress me, Burt. I want you to take my clothes off and I want to take yours off. Do you mind?"
"Hell no, I don't mind," I said, pushing my face into her coppery hair as I undid the buttons down the back of her blouse. "But what do you wonder?"
I was unhooking the do-dads on her bra when she told me.
"It's silly, I guess. But when your nice thing pressed against me I couldn't help but wonder if Woody was doing the same thing to your wife as they dance ... now that we're not there."
The thought of his big dong pressed all hard against Willa's stomach brought a knot to the pit of mine. My cock throbbed at the mental image of my wife rubbing back at him like his was at me. I think I broke one of the hooks on her bra.
"You don't suppose they're going to sneak off some place and do it too, do you, Burt?"
"Jesus! Will you shut that shit up?"
"I can't help wondering," she said. "It sort of excites me!"
I gulped, and it was so loud in my ears I knew Anne heard it.
She pulled back and shrugged out of her blouse and bra, letting them fall silently to the floor between us. Her green eyes literally twinkled and her voice was little more than a whisper. "Doesn't it excite you, Burt? Here we are, and we know we're going to fuck; and there, somewhere, they are, and maybe they sent us back so they could have a piece. Doesn't that just grab you right in the gonads?"
"Shut up," I gasped, staring at her swaying tits as I unsnapped the waist band, of her skirt and fumbled with trembling fingers at her zipper. It caught. I yanked. And it opened with a raspy report. I grabbed her skirt, half slip and panties, kneeling as I jerked them down her nyloned legs.
She stepped out of her clothes and kicked them away, spread her legs, took my head in her hands and pulled my face into her crotch. "Lick me, Burt! Lick me!"
The dull brown hair above her cunt was crisp to my nose and eyes, but not the hair surrounding her slippery pussy itself. So much girl juice was oozing from her hot hole that the hair just outside her brown-colored cuntlips was already soaked and soft as my lips formed over her.
"Oh, Burt! Burt!" she cried, as my tongue jabbed deep into her silky passage.
Grasping her by the tensed cheeks of her ass, I licked at the weeping walls of her vagina in a circular motion, letting my lip flip at her clitoris as she rocked her hips and ran her fingers through my hair.
"That's good," she sighed. "So good!"
I kept at her as she eased us to the side of the bed and sat down on it. Her legs opened wider, giving me better access to her elliptical opening.
"Do you like to suck me, Burt? Woody says I've got the juiciest, sweetest puss he ever saw. Is it good sucking, Burt? God, you really do it nice!"
I grunted, licking away at the inside of her hot flesh. She was juicy, but the taste wasn't what I'd call sweet. It was musky and heady, almost as delicious as Willa's tight little box.
"I think maybe I'm perverted. Do you think I am, honey?"
I mumbled something, "Shut up," I think it was, and sucked her clit into my mouth, nibbling it with the edges of my teeth and whipping at it with the tip of my tongue.
"Ohhh," she groaned, stiffening, shuddering, trying to stuff my whole head inside her body. "Don't stop ... oh, shit! Don't you dare stop! Ohhh! I'm coming, Burt! Coming... coming ... COMING!!!"
And goddamned if she wasn't! She fell back on the bed and locked her legs around my head, slamming her cunt at my face till I was sure she would break my nose. That made her two up on me -- one I'd given her by hand and this one by mouth. I knew right then I wasn't going to screw her, not this time. Willa would never suck me all the way off but hot assed Anne was going to! I'd blown her and now it was her turn. I thought she'd never stop coming. It went on for almost a minute, with her moaning and writhing and me chewing on her sex flesh.
But finally she quit, shrieking, "That's enough ... oh, God, that's enough, Burt!"
She pushed me away with a violently shaking hand. I got up and looked down at her, realizing she was in no condition to disrobe me and give me what I wanted in the small amount of time we had left. I stripped quickly, then crawled on the bed with her.
"No, Burt," she protested, when I tugged her over me. "You'll have to get on top, darling. I'm still too weak!"
"Huh-uh. That's not what I have in mind. Do you like to suck as well as you like to be sucked, Anne?"
"I love it! Is that what you want, Burt? Do you want me to suck you off, baby?"
"All the way."
"I will ... but let me catch my breath first."
"All right. But hurry, they'll be back soon!"
"I'll blow you right out of your mind, honey", she assured passionately, scooting down till her face hovered above my rod. "Do you like this?"
Her pink tongue flashed out and licked wetly around the sensitive edge of my foreskin.
"Skin it back," I groaned.
She did, her tongue working eagerly at my pulsing glans as it jerked slowly into view. When she had it skinned back all the way, she laved the entire head of it with her hot little tongue.
"Goddamn!" I hissed. "More ... do that some more!"
She did, till the come was boiling in my nuts and I couldn't stand it another second. I cupped the back of her head and pushed her mouth down onto my throbbing dick.
"Listen!" she gasped, jerking her mouth away. "It's them ... in the hall! Hurry! We've got to get our clothes and get in our own beds! And quick!"
Chapter 4
Anne jumped off the bed and began grabbing her discarded and scattered clothing from the floor, me right behind her snatching up my own things. Not even bothering to look at one another, we tossed our respective garments onto separate chairs and dove for our own beds.
"The light, Burt!"
Muttering under my breath, I shot out of bed and dashed to the light switch beside the door and whapped it off with an angry slap. Footsteps moved past our door and on down the hall before I had a chance to move away.
"Goddamn it, Anne, it wasn't them! It was someone else!"
I thought I heard her snicker muffled-like as she sat up in her bed and turned the lamp on.
"You scared the bell out of me!"
"Me too," she said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed as she began unfastening her garter belt. "I thought sure it was them, Burt. God, it sounded just like Woody's heavy walk!"
I went to her, my prick standing out from my loins, swaying from side to side as I walked, glistening with the coating of her saliva. She was pushing her stockings down her thighs when I cupped the back of her head and tried to stick my throbbing rod back into her educated mouth.
"Let's not take any more chances," she said hurriedly, turning her head so that my glans pressed at her cheek rather than her lips, where I'd aimed it. "Get your pajamas on. Let's get ready for bed and put our things away before we lose our heads and get caught in the act maybe the next time."
"You're gonna blow me, Anne," I said insistently.
"Of course, honey!" She kissed the head of my dick. "But let's get ready for bed first ... just in case they do come back before we're through. Okay?"
It made sense, so how could I argue? I sure as hell didn't want Willa or Woody to know we had a thing going. My balls were so tight they ached, but I hung up my clothes and got out my pajama bottoms (I never wear the tops) as Anne put her own house in order.
I waited till she had on her panties and nightgown (a shortie like Willa always wears) before I grabbed her.
"I've gotta pee again," she protested, pulling away from me and running for the john.
Thinking she was stalling, I ran after her and went info the bathroom with her. As she sat on the john, pissing loudly, I stepped in front of her and put my cock in her mouth. Her lips clamped down on my shaft. She sucked me till her urine stopped, then pushed me away so she could wipe herself dry.
"Come on," she said, grabbing my hand after she'd flushed the toilet, leading me back into the room. "Oh,noo," she groaned.
"What is it?"
"Footsteps," she said. "Do you suppose it's them this time?"
I hadn't heard them at first, but then I did. "Shit! I don't know ... but I guess we'd better not chance it."
She rushed to her bed and me to mine. I snapped the lamp between our beds off and we both got under the covers. The footsteps went past our door.
"It wasn't them," I said, kicking back the covers. "Come over here."
"I don't like the way you're acting!"
"What?"
"Goddamn it, anyway! I'm nervous and scared ... and you're acting like I owe you or something!"
"Oh, bullshit," I groaned.
"Give me a cigarette. I've gotta settle my nerves first."
I got cigarettes and matches, gave her one, took one for myself, lit them. "Hurry, will you? Time's running out."
"Forget it, Burt. I'm not of the mood now."
"Christ, Anne! You can't leave me like this!"
"You sound just like my first husband. I think maybe you can just go to hell, Mr. Crane!"
"For crying out loud, Anne!" I started, then got hold of myself. "All right. I'm sorry, baby. I guess I was acting a bit shitty."
"Is that an apology?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"Well ... okay ... but I'm still out of the mood."
"I wouldn't want you to do anything you wouldn't want to."
"I did want to," she said. "But now I'm scared. What if they came in?"
"Some other time, Anne. It is getting late."
"Yes, some other time, Burt. The first chance we get. They ought to be here by now, shouldn't they?"
I looked at my watch. I couldn't believe it but nearly an hour had passed since we'd left them.
"How long has it been, Burt?"
"Almost an hour."
"God! That long?"
"Take away five minutes."
"They're late," she said. "Almost thirty minutes late."
"Twenty-five, to be exact."
"I wonder what they're doing, Burt?"
"Probably on their way here."
"I wonder," she said softly.
I glanced over, saw the ash on her cigarette turn bright red as she took a deep drag. We hadn't turned the lamp back on, so I couldn't see her face. But I know what she was thinking, and I didn't like it.
"I wonder if they stopped at one of those little motels for a quickie?" she mused.
My heart quickened at the very thought of such a thing. But I knew I was being silly. Willa would never do anything like that in her right mind. Then I recalled how many drinks we'd all had, and how my own mind wasn't exactly right because of them, and how loose Willa had been when Anne and I left her and Woody alone. I sucked in a powerful drag from my cigarette, exhaling loudly as I let it out.
"I must be perverted," Anne said. "Because I hope they did."
"What are you mumbling about?"
Her voice was loud and clear this time. "I said I hope they did stop. I know it's crazy, but the thought of them together just thrills the living shit out of me!"
"Knock it off, will you?"
"No, goddamn it, I won't knock it off. What would be so awful if they did?"
"They didn't! Willa isn't that kind of girl!" I blurted.
"Well, thanks so fuckin' much, Mr. Crane!"
"What?"
"That hurt. That really hurt. 'Willa's not that kind of girl,' you say, you bastard, meaning that she's better than me because I am 'that kind of girl'"
"Don't be like that, Anne. That isn't what I meant and you know it. You've been married before. I'm the only man Willa has ever had. That's the difference, and I meant no slur on you ... believe me."
"Well ... all right, but you ought to be more careful about choosing your words."
"Let's not fight, Anne, please."
She sighed. "I like you, Burt, in spite of your big mouth."
"And I like you," I said. "A lot."
She giggled.
"Did I say something funny?"
"No. It's just that I think Woody likes Willa a lot, too. I've never seen him so taken with another girl. I think he'll try to screw her, Burt ... I really do. And you know what?"
I didn't answer, but she told me what anyway.
"I'm not a damned bit jealous. I really like Willa. It wouldn't bother me if she and Woody are screwing away like mad right this minute. In fact, I sort of hope they are!"
"You are perverted," I said, hearing my voice betray the strange emotion I couldn't force down any longer. Anne must have caught it because she raised up and stubbed out her cigarette, looking over at me as she said:
"It takes one to know one, baby."
"And just what is that crack supposed to mean?"
"Don't be coy with me, lover. You know damned well what I mean ... unless you've suddenly developed a bad case of laryngitis."
I mashed out my cigarette, then turned my back to her and rasped, "Go to sleep!"
"Good night, Burt."
"Good night."
All was quiet for a moment, then Anne, her voice sounding amused, asked, "Burt, as one pervert to another, baby, does it make your peter all hard and tingly to think about my husband throwing the meat to your little wife?"
I snorted and pulled the pillow over my head to shut off her sudden fit of laughter. But, goddamn her, she was right. My cock had never been harder than it was right now!
It was only about fifteen minutes before they came in, both of them drunker than when we'd left them and trying to be quiet, so as not to wake Anne and I. But I wasn't asleep, and I doubted Anne was. I'd been lying there with my imagination going crazy, and that fifteen minutes had seemed like a long, hard week at the very least!
"They're both asleep," I heard Woody whisper.
Then Willa's voice, tense and slurred. "No ... no, don't!"
"Just a goodnight kiss, honey. What'll it hurt?"
"You had your goodnight kiss in the cab, Mr. Gordon," I heard Willa say shakily.
"Mr. Gordon? Is that any way to talk after you held my bare cock all the way home?"
"Shut up, Woody. They might hear you!"
"You said it felt good."
"It did," Willa whispered.
"Then come on. Let's go get us a room all by ourselves for a couple of hours."
"Oh, God," Willa moaned.
"You do want to, don't you?"
Her voice sounded confused. "I don't know. Maybe I do ... but I can't."
"They're sound asleep, just like I told you they would be. They'll never know. Come on, Willa. I need you, baby!"
There was a moment of silent indecision. I should have jumped from the bed and broken Woody's damned neck. He was bigger than me, but I knew I could take him just the same. I didn't move though, because I couldn't. It excited me tremendously, and I had to know what Willa would do if I left them alone. And though I hated myself for it, I was almost disappointed when she said firmly:
"No way, Woody. I'm not going to see you again, ever. You stay away from me the rest of this weekend. Nothing's changed from what I told you in the cab. The fact that we're so strongly attracted to each other doesn't mean we have to do anything about it. I love Burt with all my heart and soul ... and I couldn't bear to hurt him like this. Now that's the end of it ... understand?"
"It's hands off, huh?"
"Good night, Mr. Gordon!"
"If that's the way you want it," Woody sighed. "Good night, Mrs. Crane. Pleasant dreams."
It never dawned on me (till Woody and Anne told us the next day, that Willa and I'd been set up. But we had. They'd anticipated our every reaction and planned our seduction up to that point. With great success, I might add, because they had us both precisely where they wanted us. Had Willa given in earlier and gone to another motel with Woody, Anne was prepared to complete our swap at a prearranged time. But they'd wanted it to turn out exactly the way it did with Willa all hot and bothered after petting with Woody in the cab and my nuts literally aching with the need to release their pent-up sperm. All Anne's talk of being excited over the possibility of Woody and Willa getting with it was simply to feel me out and see if I'd get excited over the idea. It had excited me and, though I didn't know it at that moment, within ten minutes Woody and Anne would be jumping into our bed -- Woody fucking the living hell out of Willa, and Anne giving me the blowjob she'd stalled on earlier.
But that was for later. I lay deathly still as Willa took her nightgown into the bathroom to change and Woody stripped in the room and hopped into bed with his own wife.
"You asleep, baby?" I heard him ask softly. He shook her. "Anne? Are you asleep, Anne?"
"Not now, damn you," she groaned, making it sound so real I thought she had been sleeping. "What'd you wake me up for?"
"How about a little piece?"
"You're crazy! With all of us in the same room?"
"Old Burt's out like a light," he whispered.
"What about Willa? Didn't she come in with you?"
"She's changing in the john."
"Wait'll she's sleeping ... then ask me again ... but we'll have to be quiet."
I could hear the covers rustling as Woody took Anne in his arms and kissed her. Then he was whispering something to her I couldn't make out, because Willa had flushed the john.
"No, honey, don't worry," I thought I heard Anne say. "Everything is fine ... just fine."
But I couldn't be sure that's exactly what she said, and I didn't know what they were talking about.
Then Woody, using a slightly louder tone, asked rather suspiciously, "Are you sure old Burt didn't cause your puss to feel this way?"
"Woody!" Anne hissed.
"Well, goddamn," he grumbled. "It's all wet and hot ... what am I supposed to think?"
"What if he did fuck me?" Anne asked. "It was your idea we come back alone, wasn't it?"
"Jesus ... did he?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch!"
"Huh," Anne said. "You'll wake him. And relax. He didn't."
Willa came tiptoeing from the bathroom and slipped into bed. I didn't move. She thought I was sound asleep. Very gently she kissed me on the forehead before she lay still.
After a couple of minutes Woody whispered, "You know, I don't think I'd mind if he had."
"What?" Anne gasped.
"Keep your voice down," Woody cautioned. "Willa couldn't be asleep yet."
But he was whispering loud enough that I could hear him plainly, and I know damned well Willa heard him too because she stiffened at his next words:
"I really like old Burt ... you know? If you ever do cheat on me, do it with him, will you?"
"I believe you're serious," Anne gasped.
"I am.
"You're drunk, Woody."
"We're all a little drunk," he said. "But promise me if you ever take a lover, it'll be Burt. You don't have to tell me about it, and I won't ask you any questions. But, damn it, I like Burt ... and I'd rather you screw him then anyone else ... if you ever want another guy."
"You'll sing a different tune in the morning," Anne said.
"Nope. Don't think so, baby."
"Are you giving me a license?"
"Just with Burt."
"Woody?"
"Yeah?"
Anne's voice sounded excited. "We almost did tonight. I wanted to but there wasn't time."
"Then he did make your puss all juicy," Woody sighed.
"You really don't mind?"
"Hell no. What'd you two do? Tell me."
Anne giggled. "No."
"Come on, Anne. I want to hear it. I'll tell you what Willa and I did."
"Hush," Anne said. "She might still be awake. Maybe she can hear us."
Woody sat up in bed and looked over at me and Willa. "Willa?" he called softly. "Are you awake?"
I knew she was because I could feel her shivering, but she didn't answer.
"She's asleep," Woody said. "On the way back we got pretty worked-up in the cab. I wouldn't have told you, but since you and Burt did it..."
"I don't want to hear it," Anne interrupted.
"Why not? Are you jealous?"
She giggled. "No more than you are of me and Burt. But it wouldn't be fair to Willa. Besides, since they're both sleeping now, and since I'm awake and all..."
"You want to fuck?"
"Don't you?"
"Damn right, baby. I wanted to when I came in and this little confession session made me hotter yet."
"Me too," Anne sighed.
They kissed passionately, then Anne whispered, "Wouldn't it be great if Willa and Burt felt the same way we do?"
"Jesus, then we could swap, couldn't we? Would you go for that, Anne?"
"In a minute!" she moaned. "Would you?"
"Mmm-hum! You think maybe they'd go for it?"
"Burt might," she said. "What about Willa?"
"I don't know. I think maybe she would if she was sure Burt didn't mind. She held my cock on the way home and seemed to like it. We're pretty hot for each other."
"Me and Burt too."
"You want to wake 'em up and ask 'em?"
"Yes," Anne said. "But we'd better not. This whole thing is crazy ... you know that, Woody?"
"Crazy nice, though."
"I never dreamed you and I'd be talking about anything like this," Anne said, a note of incredulity in her voice.
"Neither did I, baby. And I guess we never would if we hadn't met Burt and Willa."
"No," Anne sighed. "But it's different with them, isn't it?"
"Yeah. They're really great."
"I know, Woody. I just love them both to pieces!"
"I know what you mean. We'll have to feel them out and see if we can work it up."
"If we did swap with them, it wouldn't make any difference between us, would it? Trouble, I mean."
"Not as far as I'm concerned."
"Me neither, honey. I'd love to, I really would ... unless you think it might cause marriage trouble for them. I'd rather forget it in that case. I like them too well to make trouble for them, don't you?"
"I don't think it would harm their relationship. But I guess well have to leave that decision up to them, huh?"
"Let's forget about them for now, okay?" Anne asked. "Make love to me, darling. I'm hotter than I've been in ages!"
"Can you see my face?"
"Not very well. It's pretty dark in here. But we can't turn the light on."
"No. I don't want the light on this time. Close your eyes. Pretend I'm Burt."
"Ohhh ... I like that idea. You want me to be Willa?"
"You got it, baby."
Then they were kissing and rolling around under the covers.
"Oh, Burt ... darling, darling! Yes, honey ... take my pants off and put it in! Give it to me, Burt ... mmmm! Ohhh ... oh, sweet cock! God, it's good!"
"Willa!" Woody grunted. "Oh, you sweet little cunt!"
Woody threw back the covers as best his position would allow, and Anne kicked them the rest of the way off. The bed didn't exactly squeak, but it made unmistakable noises of abandoned sexual intercourse as they went at it. Soon neither of them remembered to keep their voices down. Anne was moaning in orgasm, calling my name as Woody hammered away at her. And Woody called her Willa every time he used a name instead of the many endearments in between. It really got to me. I'd never been in the same room with another couple while they screwed, and that in itself was damned exciting but the way they were moaning mine and Willa's names made it terribly thrilling.
And Willa was getting caught up in it, too. I could feel her squirming and tossing beside me, getting closer and closer all the time. My cock was hurting, it was so hard, and my nuts were literally killing me! I had to have relief!
Pretending I'd just woke up, I mumbled, "Willa? You awake?"
"Yes," she answered tensely, scooting closer.
"What's going on?"
She slid against me and threw her leg over mine. "They're doing it, Burt," she whispered. "And for some crazy reason -- they woke me up too -- they're calling each other by our names! "
"Yeah. I hear them now. Sounds crazy, huh?"
"I can't figure it out either, darling."
"Jesus, Willa, listen to them. They're really going!"
"I've been listening," she whispered, putting her arms around me.
"They're making me hot."
"Me too, Burt."
"I've got a hard on," I said, taking her hand and carrying it down to my throbbing dick.
Her fingers clenched around me eagerly.
"Goddamn, baby! Let's do it too!"
"Won't they hear us?" she asked, squeezing my organ till I thought sure I'd blow my load in her hot little hand.
"Who gives a shit? They're not bashful, so why should we be? Get your panties off!"
She rolled away from me, bucking up as she jerked her panties down her legs and kicked the covers back at the same time. My urgency wouldn't permit me the time it took to remove my pajama bottoms. It was already standing out through the flap anyway, so I jumped on top of her and rammed it home.
"Oh, Burt! Burt!" she wailed, throwing her legs up around my pistoning ass and pumping with me from the very first thrust.
It was too much for a mortal man to endure. Her cunt was hotter and slicker than it had ever been. The come burst loose and rushed up my twitching shaft, spraying her vagina in forceful spurts before I'd hunched a dozen times.
"Not yet!" she yelled. "Oh, goddamn it, Burt! Not yet!"
But I had no control. All I could do was grunt and groan in the sweet delirium of long-needed orgasm as Willa tried frantically to grab the same brass ring I held and swing on it with me.
She didn't make it. I'd popped way too soon for her, even in the condition she was in. Her arms and legs held me to her and she pleaded, "Leave it in, darling! Keep it hard! Fuck me! Oh, God ... fuck me!!!"
Chapter 5
But Willa's urgent pleas did her no good. I couldn't help her. My orgasm, because it'd been delayed so long, I guess, left me in about the same condition as any blubbering idiot. It'd been god-awful intense, nearly blinding, and I lay helplessly on top of my poor wife as she begged me to go on. I tried, but it was no use. My peter went limp and slipped out of her steaming hot pussy as I hunched her halfheartedly.
"I need it, Burt!" she wailed. "Need it something awful!"
"Let me rest. What? What are you doing? Stop it!"
Hands were pulling Willa's arms and legs from around me. I glanced up to see Woody's shadowy figure beside the bed and felt it sag as Anne climbed on it from the other side.
"Roll off, Burt," Anne said excitedly. "Let Woody give her what she needs!"
"Woody?" Willa gasped. "Oh, no! I couldn't!"
"Sure you can, baby," Woody said confidently, helping Anne roll me off Willa.
Willa lay panting, looking up at me with a mixture of lust and fear distorting her lovely face. Then I lost sight of her as I was tugged onto my back beside her feverish body. I guess it all happened in a matter of a second or two, but my mind was in a spin and I couldn't seem to think straight. I was shivering like we'd all suddenly been transported to the North Pole. But I wasn't a damned bit cold; just the opposite! The air in the room turned instantly hot and oppressive and I began to sweat profusely.
"No, Woody ... don't!" I heard Willa gasp.
The bed sagged under the weight of Woody's body.
"Oh, God ... NO!
Willa's voice sounded frantic. It snapped me out of my stupor enough that I realized Woody was getting into position between her legs. The whole room spun dizzily about me. I wanted to stop him yet I didn't. Then I decided I had to for Willa's sake, because she was struggling to keep him from sinking his big cock into her, whimpering and sobbing as she tried to fight him off.
But by the time I'd gathered my senses enough to act, it was too late. Anne had knelt over me and taken my ultra-sensitive peter inside her mouth and was sucking hungrily on it, her tongue whipping maddeningly at my inflamed glans and addling my already numbed brain. I heaved a mournful groan and went limp all over, falling back to the bed as I heard Willa suck in her breath raggedly.
"There, baby," Woody grunted. "That's what you need, isn't it?"
I glanced over, watching in fascinated horror as he hunched the rest of his long prick into my gasping wife.
"Well, isn't it?" Woody demanded.
But Willa couldn't answer. She was shuddering and making noises like, "Hoouu ... ung" but no intelligible words came from her trembling lips.
"You've got it all, Willa," he murmured. "I'm in you right up to the hilt, baby!"
"You ... don't have to ... tell me! " Willa panted.
"You feel it?"
"Even your balls!" she groaned. "Right in the crack of my ass!"
"Does it feel good, honey?"
"Ohhh," she moaned, licking absently at her parted lips.
The bed jiggled as Woody stroked his cock rapidly in and out of my wife's tight cunt, making her sob with joy through her clenched teeth as she flung her head from side to side. Then he stopped screwing her just as abruptly as he'd started.
"Want me to quit? " he asked. "Or are you ready to fuck?"
"I ... I ... I..."
"Say it, sweetheart. Tell me to take it out and I will."
"No! I mean yes..."
I didn't move a muscle. I couldn't. All my power was being sucked into my dick, which was like steel again what with Anne sucking it so wildly and my wife lying right there beside me with her tight pussy stuffed full of Woody's hard cock. I could tell she loved it, but her conscience was giving her fits and she couldn't make up her mind what to tell Woody.
" ... oh, you bastard," she finally groaned. "Why'd you wait till now to ask me?"
"I wanted the odds in my favor," he chuckled.
"It isn't funny! Burt ... he's right here!" Willa hissed, turned her face toward me. Her eyes were large and shimmery as she looked questioningly into mine. "Aren't you gonna do anything? He's fucking me, Burt! Aren't you going to stop him?"
"You don't mind, do you, Burt?" Woody asked. "Since my wife is going down on you, you don't care if I go ahead and fuck Willa now that I've got it in her, do you? I think she wants me to."
For a dumfounded moment I stared at them like a complete fool.
"Burt?" Willa whined, her face contorted with raging need.
"Jesus! Do you want him to, Willa?" I croaked.
As I was speaking, Woody again started thrusting his cock at her, making it hard for her to speak.
"Mmm ... yes, but -- ohhh! Burt! Goddamn it, Burt! Either make him quit or tell me it's all right! I can't take this!"
"It's up to you, pal," Woody said, going right on throwing the meat to my breathless wife. "Anne and I think the world of you kids. Wha'da'ya say? Is it a swap?"
Willa's hands jerked up and she started to throw her arms around his back. Then she shut her eyes and let her arms fall weakly back to the bed, grunting as he hunched in extra hard and jolted her entire body.
"Say something, damn it!" Woody snapped, leaving his cock full into her, grinding his pelvis at her.
It sounded like she was crying, but I knew it wasn't because he was hurting her. She makes those same noises when I flip the mouth of her womb with the head of my dick. I knew that's what he was doing, and I was getting almost the same sensation as Anne held my blood-engorged cockhead in her mouth and thumped it incessantly with the tip of her hot tongue.
"Burt!" Willa groaned. "Tell him yes, darling! Tell him yes or go to hell ... because I need it!"
"Fuck her," I rasped. "Go on ... give it to her!"
"Oh, darling," Willa sighed. "I do love you, but Woody-ung-has the-mmmm-nicest cock!"
"Better than mine?" I asked fearfully.
"No ... not better ... that's not wh-what I-ohhh-mean! "
"I understand," I told her, not entirely sure I really did but not wanting to take any pleasure from her by having her try to explain. She doesn't talk or think too well while she's getting hosed, since her nature is to put everything she has into it. And Woody was really pounding away, jostling the bed with the force of his rapid thrusts.
"Woody! Oh, you darling man!"
I lay there with Anne sucking my dong for all she was worth, watching with fascination as my wife threw her arms around him. She brought up her legs till the soles of her feet were almost level with her butt, opening her knees wide apart and moving with him.
"That's it, baby," Woody panted. "Hunch me! Throw that sweet cunt up at met"
"Yessss ... never dreamed w-we really would!"
"Is it good, Willa?"
"Un-huh!"
"You're terrific, honey. So tight and hot! Damn, your puss is sweet!"
"Fuck it! Fuck my sweet puss, daddy! My husband doesn't mind if you fuck it all night, do you, Burt, honey?"
"I guess not," I mumbled. "I must not mind too much, since I'm layin' right here watching him do it."
"He's fuckin' me good, Burt ... real good I"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," I said stupidly.
"Oh, I am, Burt! Woody's great! Hey, tell me what do you f-feel watching us?"
"I think I like it."
"He likes it, Woody ... isn't that wonderful?"
"Sure, baby."
"Does it excite you to see Woody giving it to me, Burt?"
"Damn right' I don't know which excites me more, watching you and Woody have at it or the way Anne is blowing me!"
"Anne's sucking you?" Willa gasped. "My God, I forgot all about Anne!"
I'd never heard my wife talk so damned much while she was making love. And they were making love, not losing a stroke as they talked. The bed wasn't still for even a split-second. It was nutty as all get out, them screwing and Anne going down on me, the, three of us jabbering away and Anne punctuating our conversation with wet slurps and happy sucking sounds. It was a totally new feeling for me, like a dam bursting and flooding us all four with a wonderful kind of togetherness. I wondered if I was the only one that felt the warmth of our new relationship when Woody, still pumping his cock at Willa, said:
"I'm glad you wouldn't go to a separate room with me, aren't you, Willa? Look at all the love we would've missed!"
"Me too!" Willa shouted. "I think I'm gonna come ... isn't this wonderful, Burt?"
"We'll do it again," I cried.
"Often!" Anne cried, lifting her mouth from my throbbing dick just long enough to say that one word, then engulfing it again and sucking so hard I could feel her cheeks forming around my shaft.
"Oh, God!" Willa yelped. "I am gonna come ... hold my hand, Burt! Hold my hand!"
Her chest heaving with the nearness of orgasm, Willa took her arm from around Woody and reached out for my hand. The feeling in my guts was brand-new, and word's can't adequately describe it, but it was sort of like torture. It hurt but felt terribly good at the same time. I don't guess you can possibly know what I mean unless you've watched your own wife being thoroughly screwed by another man till she's plunging blissfully into a gasping climax, and then you still wouldn't know unless you really love her with all your heart, like I do Willa.
I took her trembling hand and locked my fingers through hers. The strength in her slender fingers at that moment surprised me. Looking directly into my eyes, moaning and throwing her cunt up to meet Woody's hammering dick, she gripped my hand fiercely and held on for dear life. She was sweating too. Her palm was moist and slippery as I squeezed back at her hand and gazed through the semidarkness into her lust-racked face. I noticed she was biting her lower lip quite hard, and her eyes, those big limpid brown eyes, were narrowed down till she was peering at me through mere slits.
"Ohhh, Burt!" she moaned.
"Is it good, baby?" I couldn't help asking. I could see by her face it was, but something deep inside me longed to hear her say it.
"Won ... der ... ful!" she cried. "Mmmm ... ohhh ... darling Burt ... darling Woody! "
"Come, baby!" I rasped. "Come!"
"Starting to! Now!"
Woody lowered his face and kissed her, pressing his mouth to her parted lips and sticking his tongue in deep.
I knew she was coming because I could feel her fingers clenching with the same rhythm her vagina takes when it goes through that long series of orgasmic contractions. When Willa comes she comes all over, and her climax usually lasts about twice as long as any girl I've ever known.
It looked and sounded very intense, even for her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked frantically on Woody's tongue, her eyes clamped tightly shut now that her moment had arrived, her entire body jerking out of control under him as he kept slamming the cock to her. She was whimpering all muffled and wet-like into his mouth, her nostrils widely dilated as she sucked air through them and rocked her face against his.
At the peak of her climax she went limp, letting her legs fall weakly to the sides. Her nearest thigh fell over mine, feeling all damp and cool and smooth. Even her lips grow cool when she comes, because, I think, all the blood leaves the rest of her rushes to her sexual organs, which are fantastically hot at that moment. But she wasn't finished and I knew it. Going limp means she's totally consumed with a joy so great that I almost envy her. I think it's better for her at that second than it ever has been or ever can be for me.
For a split-second I hated Woody. He was giving, my wife the ultimate pleasure, and before that instant I'd been the only one to share it with her. There was no doubt in my mind they were sharing. I knew what Woody should be feeling right then, because when Willa's body goes limp and cool on the outside, her vagina is dancing and spasming wildly on the inside. But the fool wasn't taking advantage of it! He was still pumping his big prick in and out of her fluttering cunt fast and hard.
"Slam it home, Woody!" I heard myself cry. "Push in to the hilt and leave it deep in her!"
"Huh?" he grunted, lifting his mouth from Willa's and looking dazedly at me.
"Do it, goddamn it!" I hissed, unwinding my fingers from Anne's coppery hair and putting my hand on his pistoning rump. Listening to my wife's broken sobs, I shoved down on his ass and sent his, cock ramming deep into her sweat-soaked belly. "There! Feel it? Do you feel it?"
"Oh, Christ!" he yelped.
"Do you like that?" I asked him, taking my hand off his tensed buttocks, because I knew he wasn't about to start thrusting again soon, and putting it high up on my wife's twitching thigh.
"A milker ... she's a milker," he gasped holding in all the way and grinding his pelvis at hers. "Jesus ... I've heard of sucking cunts but I never believed it till now. Willa ... oh you sweet, sweet girl!"
I doubt she heard him because she goes blind and deaf for several seconds right at the top of her come, where she was then. I don't know what made me do it, but I couldn't resist running my hand up her thigh till my fingertips were playing over their joined organs.
But I was glad I did when I felt them. It thrilled me to the very core of my being. Her pussy lips were swollen and hot, very slick from all the juice her glands had given off so freely. For a second 1 rubbed her nearest hair-covered lip, wondering at the unusual slipperiness of it. Then it dawned on me. Part of the thick fluid oozing from her body was mine. Woody's prick, though barely longer and thicker than mine, filled my wife's small vagina so full it was forcing the massive load of come I'd shot in her to wash out around the base of his shaft.
A bomb went off in my head at the lewdness of it. It hadn't dawned on me till that instant, but my wife was being gang-banged! She'd taken me on and drained me completely, and now she had every inch of Woody's cock stuck in her heaving belly, his sperm about to gush into her and mix with mine, if his harsh breathing and deep moans were any indication.
Feeling suddenly dizzy with the extreme eroticism of what we were doing, I forced my forefinger and thumb around the pulsing base of his cock. His hairy balls rubbed intimately over the back of my hand as I tried to caress both his dick and my wife's cunt. Somehow my third finger wound up pressed to the first knuckle in her tight asshole
But this time Willa didn't object in the least. In fact, I could hear her gasping all the more, as she screwed her butt at my finger in an effort to get yet more of it inside her winking brown hole.
Her unexpected reaction spurred me on. To give her more finger I had to let go of the thick base of Woody's organ and wiggle my hand a little. Then, when I had the full length of my third finger up her butt, including the wedding band she'd bought me, his heavy nuts plopped right in the palm of my hand.
I thought I'd scream right out loud. Anne's mouth was going like crazy on my cock, her wet slurps filling the air as she coaxed the sperm from my tight nuts. Willa's anus grabbed harshly at my finger. as her vagina worked happily at Woody's fully inserted dick. My time had arrived, and the way Woody's balls were lifting from my palm of their own accord I knew his had, too.
"Willa!" I gasped, moving my face to hers and locking our mouths wetly together.
She was in the final stages of her soul-rending orgasm, the last weak spasms. Her lips felt cool and slick as they slid over mine and her tongue shot deep into my mouth.
I sucked my wife's tongue almost as rapaciously as Anne was sucking my twitching cock. Then I exploded, my rod jerking inside Anne's wonderful mouth, sending a mass of hot semen spurting into her throat. I heard her gurgle contentedly as she gulped down every jet of my second load.
While I was still blowing come into his wife's mouth, Woody sort of whinnied horse-like and began tonguing my wife's ear as he shot his load deep into her soft belly. It must have been forceful, from the way Willa started quivering all over and whimpering into my mouth. And the way her tongue suddenly went wild, licking all over my inner cheeks and the roof of my mouth, trying to dart all the way down my throat, I knew the head of Woody's throbbing organ was pressed right into the sensitive mouth of her womb, expelling his hot come in powerful spurts right into her most feminine organ.
I nearly passed out when I dimly recalled Willa saying she was out of pills that morning at breakfast. She was slap-dab in the middle of her monthly cycle and Woody and I'd both fucked her bareback, his come still hitting into her as she sobbed with pure delight. A sickening sensation swept over me as Anne slurped off my limbering dong and jumped gaily on top of all three of us. Joyously she hugged and kissed us, but I couldn't share her mood, much as I wanted to. I took my mouth from Willa's and looked into her pleasure-racked face. She was more beautiful at that moment than I'd ever seen her, and I couldn't have loved her more, even though I was being torn apart inside by the knowledge that she simply had to be pregnant by now. But which of us had knocked her up? That's what gnawed at my guts!
"Willa! " I snapped.
"Ohhh ... mmm," was all she could say.
I jerked my finger from her tight asshole and brought up my hand. "Willa"' I shouted, slapping her face quite hard.
She yelled and turned her head.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Anne barked shrilly.
"Look, old man," Woody threatened, holding up his arm as if to ward off a blow. "None of this bullshit! You already gave your consent... so knock it off! Slap Willa again and me and you'll have at it!"
"He's a mental case," Anne groaned.
"Will both of you kindly shut up? I've got to ask my wife a very important question!"
"You're not mad at what happened?" Anne asked.
"No, damn it. I'm not mad. Hell fire, I've never enjoyed anything so much in my life! But Willa was out of pills this morning!"
Woody looked as worried as I did at the news, but Anne nearly doubled up laughing and I could hear Willa starting to cackle too
"It isn't funny!" I growled.
"Hell no," Woody seconded. "Jesus ... she might be pregnant right this minute!"
He jerked his dong out of her and he and I both stared at the mass of sperm which followed it. Anne had climbed from the bed and turned the lamp on just a second earlier, so the sight was plain to our blinking eyes. Willa laughed all the harder at the expressions on mine and Woody's faces, and each time her stomach bucked with laughter another wave of our mixed sperm washed out and trickled down the crack of her ass.
"I don't think I ought to tell them," Willa said, trying to control her laughter as she looked up at Anne.
"You'd better, honey, or the party's over," Anne said, grinning back at Willa. "They're so shook neither of them will be able to get another hardon if you don't. And I ain't had mine yet, remember?"
Willa sobered enough to say, "Relax. I stopped by the drug store on the way to work this morning and got more pills."
"And I saw her take one as soon as she came in," Anne added.
I sighed. I know I did because it was so loud I could hear it myself. When I glanced at Woody, I saw the relieved expression wash over his face.
"God, I thought we'd really fouled things up," he muttered.
Willa sat up and hugged us both. Then, smiling, she lay back and accepted the lit cigarette Anne offered her, took a deep drag from it, exhaled sighingly, then said in a very contented voice, "I knew Woody would be at me every chance he got this weekend ... just like he has been all along. And I knew I'd give in to him sooner or later. I've wanted him from that first night they came to our place ... can I say that now, Burt?"
I patted her thigh. "Sure, darling."
"But I didn't want his baby," she grinned. "So I came prepared for sex."
"Well, I'll be damned!" Woody exclaimed.
"It's been the same with Burt and I," Anne volunteered, bending to kiss my cheek as she gave me a lit cigarette.
"I'm glad," Willa sighed. "We've never had such good friends as you and Woody! Isn't this something! Didn't everything turn out just great?"
"No regrets?" Woody asked, looking from Willa to me.
"Huh-uh!" Willa breathed. "It was too good for that!" She smiled sweetly at me. "You don't have any regrets, do you, darling?"
I grinned and shook my head.
"Want to brush my hair?" she teased.
"I'd rather watch Woody fuck you again," I answered sheepishly.
"That turned you on even more, didn't it, darling?"
I nodded, both of us ignoring Anne as she asked why we were talking about hair at a time like that.
Willa winked at me. "Shall I tell her?"
"Too personal," I said. "That's ours alone."
Willa patted the bed beside her and as I scooted up to lie down next to her, I had to fight back the sudden impulse to kiss her messy cunt. Then we were all four on the bed, lying there smoking and talking, Woody on one side and Anne on the other, with Willa and I in the middle.
* * *
Willa has just found me out. I've been writing this book on weekday mornings, when she's working and I'm not. She's very angry about it, threatening to divorce me if I don't burn what I've written so far and forget the whole thing. I may have to do as she demands, because I love her too much to let this come between us, but I'm trying to talk her out of it.
Chapter 6
Poor Burt. He hasn't written a word in more than a month, not since that morning I wasn't feeling well and came home unexpectedly to find him trying to hide his manuscript as he jumped up from the desk. I didn't say anything to him right then, because I could see he was terribly embarrassed, but when he went out that afternoon I read every sentence. It made me mad, the way he'd told about me so intimately, intending it for publication and all.
The more I thought about it, lying in bed with a fever, the madder I got. I guess I sort of gave him hell when he came home that night. In fact, I sort of gave him hell for three weeks there. He was a darling through it all though, and last week I again read what he'd written so far and several books he brought home for me to compare it with, all of them about swappers or swingers or whatever you want to call spouse-approved extracurricular sex activities.
You know, I think he's a pretty fair writer. He's taking a writing course by correspondence and is about three fourths finished with it. Well, to make a long story very short -- after reading those other books I could see he'd done a damned good job of writing about us. Our situation, the way we got into swinging, is different than most, and I finally told him it wouldn't bother me too much if he finished it, but that I wanted to see if I couldn't write a chapter or two myself. So here goes. Oh ... in case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm Willa.
I just love the way Burt gets so passionate when he sees me with another guy. I've had a whole bunch of different guys since Woody, and much as I find it thrilling, the variety, I actually think I enjoy my husband's reaction more than I enjoy the physical part of it. Watching him make it with another wife turns me on pretty much, but nothing like him watching me get it does him.
Maybe I shouldn't admit it, because Burt doesn't know anything about my sex life before we started going together, but I wasn't nearly the sweet innocent thing he thought. Oh, I was a virgin, all right -- in my vagina -- but only because all the guys I'd gone with before Burt asked if they could instead of doing it. There was at least a dozen times I would've given in if the guy I was with had been man enough to take me instead of asking. Burt didn't ask. He simply got me all worked-up and pushed me down and shoved it in me before I could tell him no. I was glad I still had my hymen intact for him, because he's the only man I've ever really loved, but the minute he penetrated me I flipped and I've loved it ever since.
Burt's right. I do love to fuck. Is that so terrible for a girl to say in this day and age? I don't think so and neither does my husband. Neither of us buy the old double standard. We love each other and when we get together it's great, but both of us like to ball others too. We've been swinging for more than a year now, really having a blast, and I guess we'll keep on since there's no good reason not to and we like it so well. I want to have a baby, maybe two of them, in a year or two or three from now, and I want to be sure they're Burt's, so I guess well take a vacation from swinging then. But until then ...
I've never been prudish about sex. Just particular. Before Burt, I'd petted to orgasm with several different guys who appealed to me, but only two of them lasted more than just a few dates.
One was my math instructor in college. He was cute, even if he was fifty and married and very uptight. He liked my feet the way Burt likes my hair, and since I was almost failing math he got my feet. He gave me a B in math and I gave him a A in sole-licking and toe-sucking. He was so great at it that I really dug it after the first time. About once a week he'd wash my feet with his tongue, always breathing deeply, to take in the aroma as he bared my feet. I took to wearing sneakers so I could wear heavy socks and get my feet nice and sweaty and smelly for him. Once I went for a whole week without washing my feet, wearing my heavy socks day and night and taking off my sneakers only to sleep. When the math instructor knelt in front of the chair I was sitting on and took off my sneakers and socks, I thought the strong smell would knock me over. But it excited him terribly! He freaked out completely, kissing and licking my feet and massaging them with his hands and rubbing his face over them. There was a sticky sort of goo between my toes, and he wedged his tongue in and out of them till he'd licked them clean. The poor dear got so overwhelmed he had a mild heart attack and he stayed away from me after that.
Then there was this tall, slender Mexican boy. He was a student too, but older, going on the G.I. Bill. He was a fine arts major and had the most sensitive eyes and the biggest penis! I was fascinated with his cock. On our very first date he took it out and forced my hand on it. We were kissing while he did that, and his tongue was screwing my mouth and I already had the idea before he pushed my head down in his lap. It was the first time for me, but it came no naturally I went wild and sucked him all the way off. He had one helluva load built up, but I swallowed it all and went right on sucking. I loved it so much that I barely knew he was moving around and starting to go down on me too. We were so passionate his dong never went soft between times and I kept it in my mouth till he'd shot off three times and I'd come twice.
Maybe I should take that out about the math instructor and the Mexican boy, since Burt doesn't know about them and I don't know what he'd think, but both of them were highlights in my sex life so I think I'll leave it in. I know, I'll insist on mailing off the manuscript when Burt's finished it. I'll put what I've written in without letting him read it and make him wait till it gets printed. It'll serve him right for being so sneaky about this whole thing in the first place, and I don't really think he'll mind because we're very open with each other now. There were also two kinky things that happened to me since Burt and I started swinging, so I'll tell about them.
I didn't get a vacation last summer because I'd just started to work, and Woody's business was really hopping so he decided not to take one during the summer either. Anne wanted to go to the West Coast like Woody had promised to take her, so she came up with the idea that she and Burt would go on vacation and Woody and I should shack up together while they were gone. We tossed the idea around for a couple of days and decided why not? It was nearly a month after the first time we'd swapped up in Ruidoso, and we were as close as any four people could get by then.
Burt and Anne had been gone a week, and Woody and I were getting on real good. But we were starting to get bored a little, so when he suggested we go over to Juarez that Saturday night I was all for it. I'd never been over there at night, even though I'd lived in El Paso since I was ten (Dad was stationed at Bliss back then, and when Mom and him divorced, she and I stayed on here), and I was curious.
"Put on your knit minidress, why don't you?" Woody asked as he and I dressed in his and Anne's bedroom.
"It's like going naked," I protested. "The way it clings."
"What the hell's the use having it if you don't show if off, Willa? Come on, honey, put it on and give the boys a treat. I want to show you off over there tonight."
I should have known he was up to something no good by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. It was nearly ten and we'd already had a few drinks while we watched TV in their den. I didn't dream what he was going to do later in Juarez, and his sensual mood made me feel sort of uninhibited too, so I put on the red knit mini and black high heels, with black lace stockings to match. He slipped into trousers and a sport shirt and we were off.
How many drinks we had or how many shows we saw I couldn't begin to guess. Everything became fuzzy and fun. Woody took me to one place where you can really dance. They don't have any place to sit there; you either stand and watch, or dance. But they do have a bar with no stools, and we kept drinking and dancing till Woody got tired and gave me to a huge Negro soldier. The combo was swinging great, and Glen, the big black, could really dance. I was high enough not to care if he was green even, just so long as he kept on dancing with me.
Finally I had to go to the ladies' room -- it must have been around two in the morning -- and when I came out my dancing partner was gone and Woody took me by the arm and started me toward the door.
On the sidewalk he put his arm around my waist and we strolled toward the car with our hips and thighs rubbing.
"You in the mood to get sexed, baby?"
I wasn't so drunk but what I caught the excitement in his voice, but I didn't realize then what he had in mind. Putting my arm around his waist and giving him a little squeeze, I said, "I think maybe I could be persuaded."
Woody didn't say another word and I didn't either. He hurried me down the block and around the corner to our car, opened the back door and pushed me inside.
"Go at it," he said. "I'll drive around."
Well, I didn't know what the hell he was talking about, because I was staring dumfounded at him as he shut the door and walked around to get in the front seat. I nearly screamed when an arm went around me and pulled me across the seat and another arm was pushing a big hand under my dress and moving it urgently up to my crotch.
"Glen!" I gasped.
It was the Negro I'd been dancing with, there in the backseat of the car with me, fondling my sweat-damp groin as he pressed his lips to mine.
Caught off guard like that, I didn't know what to do! Glen's lips were soft and hot, thicker than any guy's I'd ever kissed, and his hand was doing things under my dress so fast that he had a finger stuck in all the way before I could stop him.
I remember struggling desperately there for a minute as Woody started the car and began driving away from the curb, then Glen had two fingers in me and I was sucking his tongue and hunching his hand and trying to push him away all at the same time. It was one of those completely crazy moments when your mind tells you one thing but the rest of you won't listen.
"Rape her," Woody said, driving calmly down the busy neon-lit main street of Juarez. "That's what she wants, Glen. Pay no attention to what she says or does. This was her idea. She picked you out for it, so throw her down in the seat and give it to her good and rough."
"Woody!" I gasped, ripping my mouth from Glen's and pushing frantically at his hand. "You no good bastard!"
Woody laughed.
I wanted to kill him. "This has gone far enough," I said icily. "He's lying, Glen. Stop it ... stop it this instant!"
Evidently Glen didn't believe me, because he hooked his fingers through the crotchband of my panties and ripped them with one swift jerk, saying, "Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna give you ten inches of the best cock you ever had!"
My stomach felt funny and my knees went weak all of a sudden. I mean, ten inches! Jesus!
"No!" I shouted, feeling dizzy as he threw me to my back and knelt between my legs, holding me down with one hand as he dropped his pants and shorts with the other. "My husband will have you both arrested! But I will kill you, Woody!"
Glen glanced suspiciously at the back of Woody's head. "Hey, man. You said you was her husband."
"I am her husband," Woody said. "Quit your lying, Willa. Fuck her, Glen. Go on, man! Once you get your dick in her she'll sing a different song. "
As it turned out, I was singing a different song much sooner -- the second Glen's pants fell down and his enormous black cock sprang into view. It was bigger than the Mexican boy's I mentioned, and from sheer force of habit I started salivating at the very sight of it.
"Oh, cats I" I wailed, reaching for it, grabbing it and squeezing it as I tried to pull it to my mouth.
It was absolutely insane and I knew it, but I had to suck him!
"You like my cock, baby?" Glen asked with a grin.
"Yesss ... oh, it's gorgeous! So big ... so black! "
"You want it?"
"Suck it! I wanna suck it! Let me ... please!"
I was trembling all over as Glen scooted to the far corner of the seat and sat back. He didn't even help me, just sat there smirking as I struggled to my knees and bent over him. A loud sigh escaped my quivering lips as I put both hands on his lovely big dong and squeezed a drop of clear fluid out the tiny mouth at the tip of his bulging glans. It was so long there was room for at least another hand. Glen's prick was very hard and hot. I held it tightly as I lowered my face, trying to make my fingers meet around it and loving the way they couldn't because his shaft was so thick.
"Lick it," he whispered.
His message bypassed my brain and went right to my tongue, which darted out and lapped over the entire head of his organ. His clear fluid spread over my taste buds, thrilling me and causing me to shiver. Then my tongue went wild, flashing rapidly as I washed his coal-black prick from the head clear down the shaft till the tip of my tongue was trying to work inside his fly.
He groaned, grabbed my head, lifted it and forced my lips around his glans, then placed his palm on the back of my head and pushed down slowly till his velvety glans was nudging into my throat.
I thought I'd die! I didn't even know his last name and never wanted to see him again. He was a total stranger and a Negro to boot -- but having his big fat cock in my mouth simply turned me to jelly! I forgot about Burt, and everything, moaning constantly as I clamped my lips around his thick rod and bobbed my head frenziedly up and down.
In less than a minute he started panting and hunching his dick. I knew he was ready to come. I wanted him to! Every nerve in me crying for it, I grabbed his ass and sucked all the harder.
"Get it, baby!" I heard Woody exclaim, his voice no longer calm. "Suck that cock!"
In my feverish state of mind, even his vulgar remarks thrilled me. My tongue was in constant contact with the undersurface of Glen's organ, and I could feel it when it began twitching with the onset of orgasm. Whimpering through my nose, I sucked so fiercely my lips were distended and my cheeks were hollowed in to clamp firmly around the jerking peter deep inside my mouth.
"You suck a mean cock!" Glen hissed.
I dug my nails into the cheeks of his tensed butt, hearing him groan with pleasure as I took his blood-engorged cockhead around the crook at the back of my mouth and let it jerk part way into my throat.
"Now!" he gasped, starting to shudder. "Now!"
Before I could act, his organ throbbed and sent a jet of come sailing down my throat. It was a pleasant sensation as it slid down all warm and slick, but I didn't want him coming that far back. I couldn't taste him -- and I wanted to taste his fuck-juice more than anything!
My mind swimming with the total depravity of the act, I pulled back till only his spurting glans remained inside my mouth. Then I could taste him -- God, how I could taste him! He must have been weeks building up that load! I thought he'd never stop coming! He was a virtual reservoir of thick, hot, musky-tasting sperm. I let the delicious stuff wash over my tingling taste buds till my mouth was full of it. Then I swallowed it down and let him squirt my hungry mouth full again.
"Ohhh ... stop ... stop!" Glen wailed, when I went right on sucking as his dong began to go limp.
I couldn't stop. The raging need in my loins demanded I suck it up hard and throbbing again so he could screw me. It wasn't to be, however. I guess I'd drained him or something, because he just grew softer and softer as he moaned about it being too much and complained his penis was hurting. We finally let Glen out of the car and Woody took me back to his house and gave me what I needed.
After it was all over I wasn't mad at Woody any more, but I did feel sort of like a slut, you know? I didn't mention it to Burt when he and Anne came back. In fact, it was about three days after they returned from California when Burt asked me for the first time how I'd liked shacking up with Woody. I told him fine and tried to let it go at that, but he started asking me what we did and all so I finally told him about us going to Juarez and what Woody pulled on me. Burt looked kind of hacked, but he made me tell him everything. We were in bed at the time, and I thought it was exciting him. I expected him to make love to me when I finished telling him about sucking the Negro off, but he got out of bed and dressed and left without telling me where he was going. When he came back, about an hour later, his knuckles were skinned and bleeding. I think he went to see Woody, though he didn't tell me that, because the next day Anne was quite cool toward me at the office. We've never seen Woody and Anne as a couple since then. I still work with Anne, and she and I are friendly enough, but she doesn't invite us to their place, and Burt said I was never to ask them over again.
Things got a little dull sexwise there for a while. It was still good when Burt and I made it together, but after our first swap it seemed sort of tame. Then one Thursday evening things picked up. Burt got home early from his appointments and took me to the shopping center near our house so I could buy a new pair of shoes.
The shoe store was fairly crowded and we had to wait nearly twenty minutes before the clerk could help me. There were only two clerks -- an older woman, and a young slender man of about twenty-two or so with blond wavy hair and a pretty girlish face. I got the guy and was glad of it, because the woman was a grouch. He came over all smiles and asked to help me. I told him vaguely what I wanted, since I didn't know for sure, and he went after three pairs of flats in my size. He sat down on his little stool and took my foot.
"You can't try them on without socks," he said when he'd slipped my right shoe off and discovered I was barefoot.
"I forgot," I said, my foot still in his hand. "They're clean though. I had a bath not more than an hour ago."
"Feels clean and very smooth," he mumbled to himself.
"I use a bath oil."
"Oh," he said, sort of embarrassed that I'd heard him.
"I don't want to buy a pair of socks," I said. "I have plenty."
"Well, I don't know ... feels kind of sweaty," he said slowly, then added quickly, "but I know your foot's not dirty because it smells real nice."
"The bath oil," I explained, beginning to suspect he was stalling so he could hold my foot. "It's scented. Do you like the aroma?"
He nodded and looked up at my face. "It's very nice. You wouldn't believe the stinking feet we get in here! It's a pleasure to wait on someone like you, ma'am."
I wiggled my toes so they tickled his wrist. "Then we can forget the sock business?"
"It's too sweaty," he answered, like he'd like to forget the sock and business altogether.
"What do you expect? I've been waiting a long time."
"I know, and I'm sorry for that ... but the law requires a sock to prevent spread of germs."
"I don't think I have any germs on my feet. Do you?"
His hand shook as he reached into his side coat pocket and came out with one of those footie things. "Maybe if we put this on?"
"I don't like those," I said, frowning. "But all right."
Sweat was beginning to pop out on the young man's forehead as he stretched the non-sock sock over my toes and pulled it taut to hook it over my heel. When he lifted my other foot and took off that shoe, I decided to see just how worked-up I could get him. I let my legs fall apart as he was putting the other footie on my left foot, giving him a good view from his stool. He cleared his throat and wiped his brow, throwing a cautious glance at Burt, who was sitting beside me.
Nervously, the blond young man took a pair of shoes from their box and put them on me, being very careful not to look at what I was deliberately showing him.
"I don't like them. Let's try the next pair."
He took the first pair off and put the second ones on me.
"What do you think, honey?" I asked, holding up my foot so Burt could see the shoes. "Do you like them?"
"They're okay, baby. Get 'em if you like 'em.
"Shall I wrap them or would you like to wear them?" the young salesman asked hopefully.
"No... no, I don't think so. Let's see the others."
"Yes, ma'am," he sighed, and I wasn't sure whether he was disappointed at not making a fast sale, or relieved to have the excuse to handle my feet some more.
I was sure he enjoyed handling my feet, because his hands caressed them much more than was necessary.
"I don't like those at all," I said, stopping him before he put the last pair of shoes on me. "Haven't you got something more feminine? Those look like, boys' shoes, and my feet are much too dainty to wear boys' shoes, don't you think?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am!"
"Take these back and bring me something casual which you think would look nice on me, why don't you?"
"What color?"
"Tan, I think ... or maybe a soft brown."
"What the hell are you doing to that guy?" Burt asked, as the young man hurried away to get more shoes.
"Giving him a thrill," I whispered. "Do you mind?"
"What?"
"You know how my hair affects you, Burt?"
"Yeah," he answered guardedly.
"I think he goes for my feet in the same way."
"Jesus!"
"He's kind of cute. I'm having fun with him. Can I tease him some more?"
"That's mean, Willa ... if he really does turn on over your feet."
"Would it be mean if I let him make love to my feet?"
"Here? Right in the store?"
"Of course not. Maybe I could have him bring some shoes by the house after the store closes. Would you mind?"
"Hell, I don't know. I guess not, if you want to. Do you think he'll go for it?"
"I'll find out. You go look around and let me talk to him. Go on. Here he comes."
Burt got up and strolled over to look at the men's shoes, leaving me alone with the young man. I took off both the footies and dropped them to the floor as the salesman perched on his stool and opened a box of shoes. He didn't say anything about my bare feet, just watched fascinated as I stretched my legs and rubbed the top of my left foot with the bottom of my right.
"Are your feet tired, ma'am?"
I wiggled my feet and toes at the same time, watching his excited eyes as the light reflected off my new coat of sexy pink toenail polish.
"A little tired," I said softly. "I'll have my husband rub them for me before he goes to work."
"He works at night?"
"Yes, he has to be at work by ten. I guess I'll have to hurry him home if I want a nice foot massage before he leaves."
"You like to have your feet rubbed?" he asked.
"Oh, I just love it! "
"You've got very pretty feet, ma'am. About the prettiest I've ever seen."
"Why, thank you, Mr.. .
"Dale ... Dale Stevens."
"Thank you, Dale. I'll bet you could give a really good foot massage, since you know so much about shoes and feet."
"I've done it some ... for my wife. But she doesn't appreciate it much."
"I'd appreciate it very much ... that is if you'd like to."
He gulped. "Rub your feet?"
"Uh-huh," I said, sticking my right foot between his legs and walking my toes right up his inclined stool till they bumped his groin.
"Oh, Lord," he breathed, shutting his eyes as he scooted back and pushed my foot away.
"What's the matter?" I asked innocently.
"Don't do that," he pleaded. "Not in here ... please!"
"Why don't you come to my house around ten?"
"I thought I was over this," he moaned, holding my foot tightly in his trembling hands. "How'd you know?"
"Intuition. Will you come if I give you the address?"
"I wouldn't be satisfied just rubbing your wonderful feet. Lord, they're simply beautiful! I'd want to kiss them. Maybe more than that."
"You can do whatever you'd like, Dale," I whispered. "So long as you don't hurt me and promise to stay below my knees."
He nodded quickly, licking his lips as he whipped out his sales book and pencil. I gave him the address. His hand shook as he wrote it down and tore off the sheet.
"At ten?" he asked, stuffing my address into his shirt pocket, and when I nodded smilingly he gulped and asked, "Do you want to buy any shoes tonight?"
"No. I'm too excited to buy shoes now."
"And I don't give a damn about selling them to you now," he said, laughing nervously. "At ten?"
"At ten. Don't be late," I said, slipping my feet back into the shoes I'd worn into the store and getting up.
"Would you mind if I bring a few pairs of very, very feminine shoes along? I bought them for my wife, but she won't wear them."
"I'll wear them for you, Dale."
"I don't know your name," he said.
"It's Willa.
Dale started to say something else, then bent and picked up his boxes of shoes, mumbling, "At ten, Willa. I'll see you at ten."
Chapter 7
The shoe store was closing for the night when Burt and I drove past it on our way out of the shopping center at nine.
"How come you didn't get any shoes?" Burt asked.
"I lost interest in shoes," I told him, scooting across the seat and snuggling up to him as he drove. "I'm getting a foot massage instead."
"The blond boy is coming to the house?"
"Uh-huh. At ten. I told him you'd be at work by then."
"Why'd you tell him that?"
"Because he was so uptight. I don't think he'd come if he thought you'd be anywhere close."
"What the hell am I gonna do while he's rubbing your feet? Surely you don't expect me to go out so you can be alone with him."
"No, darling."
"And I'm not going to hide in the closet, or anything like that."
"No, darling."
"Then what? When you give me that 'No, darling' and 'Yes, darling', I know you've got something working in that pretty little head of yours, Right?"
"Yes, darling."
"Then tell me, damn it."
"Wouldn't you like to watch us?" I asked teasingly.
He didn't answer right away. When he did, he nodded sheepishly and mumbled, "Yeah. I think maybe I would."
"Will you hide and peek at first? So Dale won't be scared off before he gets going good?"
"Gets going good! You're not gonna let him screw you, are you, Willa?"
"He's so cute, Burt. Would you mind ... really?"
"Well ... maybe just this once would be all right, but I don't want you having an affair with him."
"I love you, Burt. I've never loved anyone but you."
"Same here in reverse," Burt sighed, putting his arm around me and driving with one hand.
"Burt? I do have an idea I like very much. Want to hear it?"
"Shoot."
"I'd like you to brush my hair while Dale is doing my feet. Would you? I'll call you when the time is right."
"Oh, that's really kinky," he said amusedly.
"It'd be real kicky for me, darling. I'd love to have you brushing my hair and Dale kissing my feet at the same time."
"You're a narcissistic little bitch tonight, aren't you?" he asked good-naturedly.
"I guess so," I grinned. "Will you do it? It'd make me feel like a queen."
"Queen Willa, your wish is my command."
"Oh. cats! I can hardly wait! I think I'll wear I my new blue shortie nightgown and nothing else ... no panties or bra or anything!"
Dale arrived at ten on the dot, and before I let him in I made Burt promise to stay in the darkened kitchen till I called him. He had a chair pulled up to the door, which was closed except for a crack through which he could see into the living room.
When I opened the front door, I could see Dale was very nervous. His wavy blond hair was combed to perfection and his tie was straight, with the knot pushed up tight against his collar. In his hand was a small suitcase, and he was shaking so badly I could hear the shoes rattling inside it.
"My, you look nice," I said. "Come in."
"You look beautiful," he gasped, his eyes moving down my body, seeing it all through the diaphanous blue nightie I had on. Then he saw my bare feet, the objects of his fetish, and he groaned.
"They're perfect! So kissable ... so well-formed so -- "
"Come in, honey," I interrupted, taking his hand and pulling him inside. "I'm a married woman, and I don't want the neighbors to see you."
"No," he gulped. "That wouldn't be good ... not at all. My wife ... she mustn't ever know about this!"
"I won't tell her. I don't even know her."
I led him to the couch and sat down. Dale dropped to his knees in front of me, reaching for my feet.
"You're really eager, aren't you?"
"I can't help it," he muttered, looking at my feet as he caressed them with trembling hands. "I feel so guilty doing this. I've tried to give it up. I can't, but I still feel so ashamed."
"You don't have to feel that way with me, Dale. I understand completely."
"You do? Honest?"
"Of course. Only very intelligent people have fetishes."
"I've heard that," he mumbled, picking up my right foot and rubbing it with both hands.
"It's true. My husband has one. He likes to brush my hair."
"Then you do understand about me," he sighed.
"Completely. I think you're sweet. I love for my husband to brush my hair. That's why I invited you here tonight, because I knew I'd like you loving my pretty feet."
"They are pretty," he moaned. "I've never seen prettier!"
"That feels good. Rub the other one."
He put my right foot lovingly down on the floor and picked up my left, rubbing it with more confidence now that he was sure I liked it.
"Mmm," I sighed, not faking the pleasant sound in the least, because I did like it.
"I'm awfully glad you're enjoying it, Willa."
"Oh, I am. Very much."
"I wish my wife liked it. She has pretty feet, too. Almost as pretty as yours."
"Forget your wife for now. I want you to concentrate all your attention on my feet. I want you to make love to them in any way you'd like."
"Oh, God ... thank you!"
"Don't thank me," I told him, reaching out with my right foot, rubbing it over his bulging crotch. "I'm beginning to enjoy this almost as much as you are. You've got a hardon already, haven't you, honey?"
"I c-can't help it," he said embarrassedly.
"I don't want you to help it. Don't fight it. Just relax ... let yourself go!"
"I don't know if I s-should," he whimpered. "I might get so carried away you'll find me disgusting. My wife said it disgusted her."
"It won't me," I said, knowing damned well how I'd react if he really flipped, from the times with my math instructor, but I couldn't tell Dale that because I knew Burt was watching us and hearing everything we said.
"You're wonderful, Willa ... just wonderful!"
"Take it out of your pants," I urged. "I'll rub my bare foot over it."
"No ... not yet. I'll come on your foot for sure!"
"I don't mind."
"Oh, Lord! I could w-worship you!"
"Just come on my foot for now," I said, trying to hide my amusement -- not at what we were doing because I liked that, but at the way he was fighting his natural urges. I wanted to really turn him on and get him out of his head with lust so he'd suck my toes and lick every inch of my feet.
He pushed my foot from his throbbing dick. "Please ... don't touch me any more just yet. I-I ... want to try the shoes I b-brought on you."
"Let me make you come with my foot first."
"No, no ... please! I'm about to now ... and if I do it'll all be over! Once I come I can't get back in the m-mood!"
I jerked my foot away. "All right. Put shoes on me if you'd like. I don't want to hurry you. I'm loving every minute of it, aren't you, Dale?"
"Christ, yes! This is the most wonderful night of my whole life! I've dreamed of finding a girl like you for so long!"
I watched him open his case and take out three pairs of shoes. "This may be the only time, Dale," I cautioned. "I am married, you know."
He didn't even look disappointed. His eyes gleamed as he picked up one pair of shoes, made entirely of clear plastic except for the soles.
"Did you hear me, Dale?"
"I heard," he said, scooting to me and whipping a shoe spoon from his pocket, grabbing my foot to put the clear plastic shoe on. "It's all right. I'll never bother you again if you don't want me to. Tonight is more than I ever dared hope for, Willa. You'll be in my mind forever after this!"
The shoes were about a half size too big for me, but Dale didn't mention it and neither did I. I let him put them both on me and help me up.
"Would you walk for me?" he asked.
"If I can," I answered, feeling like I was on stilts. "The heels are so high and spiked."
"Six inches," he breathed. "They look terrific on you!"
I paraded back and forth for him, carefully until I got used to the extreme heels, then more and more sensually till I could hear him breathing even when I was near the kitchen door, where I turned each time and smiled at Burt peeking through the crack.
"Jesus," Dale moaned. "Jesus!"
"What's wrong? Aren't I walking right?"
"You're walking wonderfully! It's the most graceful thing I've ever seen!"
I walked over to where he was sitting on the floor and stopped in front of him. He fell prostrate and rubbed his face on the shoes.
"Oh, Willa, Willa ... walk on me..."
"What?"
"I know it sounds awful ... but will you ... please?"
"With these spike heels? They'll hurt you!"
"I know," he groaned. "I know!"
I couldn't believe it! It was just too absurd for words! I didn't want to hurt him at first, but he was writhing and licking the spike heels and whimpering and it got to me.
"All right. I'll walk on you."
He looked up, his moist eyes mirroring excitement you wouldn't believe! I started panting just gazing down at his face.
"Would you l-let me ... take off my clothes?"
"Take 'em off ... hurry!" I rasped, caught up in his passion by then and wanting to walk on his naked body.
Dale sat up and threw off his coat, tie and shirt, then fell to his back and bucked up his hips. He pushed his pants and shorts down his legs and kicked them away. Two thumps sounded as he toed his shoes off.
"Your socks?" I asked, standing over him as he spread himself Christ-like and stared up pleadingly at me.
"To hell with them ... walk on me now!"
I decided he didn't look very Christ-like after all, what with his peter all hard and throbbing and dripping clear fluid on his lower abdomen. I mean, he was in the crucifixion position, all right -- but his erect organ sort of ruined the image, you know? Like, who the hell can imagine Christ with a hardon? Not me, and I decided to do something about it. I couldn't have him playing Christ with a hardon -- too obscene -- so I stepped close and kicked his dick with the pointed toe of the clear plastic shoe.
Dale sucked in his breath very fast, then clenched his hands into fists and let out a mournful groan as his peter wilted jerkily. "Willa ... oh, Willa ... thank you!"
"You liked that?"
"Mmm-hmm . . . "
"Take your socks off."
He hurried to obey, gazing up worshipfully at me as he swung his legs up and jerked off his socks. I suddenly felt like a goddess, and I couldn't help wondering what Dale would do if I squatted over his face and pissed right in his mouth. But I didn't, because it was my carpet and I didn't want to have to clean it up later.
"My stomach ... step on it!"
His high-pitched ragged voice snapped something deep inside me. I put one foot on his stomach and bore down with all my weight, letting the point of the spike heel bury deep into his flesh before I got my other foot on him and balanced myself.
"Ooooh! Ooooh!"
I could tell he loved it, and it sort of gave me a thrill, too. Without waiting for him to ask, I walked up his body and back down again. His organ was standing erect as before I'd kicked it. I stood on his belly with one foot, then put the sole of the other shoes on his glans and pressed down.
"Break it!" he hissed. "Break it off!"
The juice was flowing so freely from my vagina I could feel it trickling down my leg. I'd never dreamed I could enjoy hurting anyone, and I guess I couldn't have if Dale hadn't liked it so well, but I did exactly as he begged me to. I bore down on the head of his prick, mashing it with the sole of my shoe till his shaft buckled and bent nearly double and he screamed and shuddered.
"Enough! Oh, God ... enough!"
I stepped off him, thinking that part of it was over -- but I was wrong. He rolled onto his stomach and looked over his shoulder at me, tears streaming down his girlish cheeks as he gasped, "My butt!"
I put a foot on one of his tensed buttocks and stepped up. It was sort of a wobbly place to stand, even with a spike heel gouging into each cheek of his rump. I nearly lost my balance and had to put a foot right in the small of his back to keep from falling.
"That's it," he panted. "Walked up and down my back!"
I did, several times, until he was moaning rather loudly and writhing so much I had to jump him or be thrown. No sooner had I stepped off his back when he crawled around to kiss the sharp heels of my shoes. He lifted my right foot and put the long heel into his mouth, then spun around and offered me his quivering butt.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, thoroughly confused, wondering if he wanted me to kick his tail, seeing his balls hanging there and thinking surely he couldn't want them kicked.
Then he spit in his hand and wiped the saliva into his anus, moaning, "The heel ... give it to me!"
I felt sort of dizzy. I mean, the point on that heel was wicked! It could rupture something, what with six inches of tapering clear plastic behind it and me so shaky my knees were knocking together.
"Please!"
I had my doubts, but it was his asshole and he'd asked for it, so I balanced on my left foot and brought the point of that saliva-coated six-inch spike right up to his little puckered opening. He shivered when it touched him, but didn't offer to pull away. Instead he kind of wiggled backward and took about half an inch inside him.
"Hard! Rain it in all the way!"
My heart raced wildly as I gritted my teeth and shoved every bit of that wicked heel deep into his asshole.
It looked like a powerful electric current had shot through him, the way his entire body jerked. Then he started panting and groaning and falling forward, losing the heel and having a helluva time breathing there for a minute.
I kicked off the shoes and walked around to his head, where I squatted and asked fearfully, "Are you all right? I didn't tear something inside you, did I?"
"Oh, darling, darling," he wailed, passionately kissing my feet.
"Come on, baby," I urged, starting to back toward the kitchen. "Lick 'em good. Crawl after them. We're going into the kitchen. My husband is in there waiting to brush my hair while you give my feet a tongue bath. Do you mind?"
Somehow I don't think he even heard me, let alone minded. In his state of bliss, poor Dale slithered after me on his belly, smacking wildly at each retreating foot as I backed to the door and on into the kitchen. He was moaning softly when I introduced him to Burt, who had a hairbrush ready and waiting as soon as I sat down sideways on a straight backed chair.
Neither of my fetishistic men paid any attention to the other. Dale rolled to his back and lifted my left foot, bringing it to his mouth and sucking hungrily on my big toe as Burt started brushing my hair and breathing very hard.
I did! I felt just like a goddess -- and loved every minute of it! Burt brushed with one hand and caressed with the other. He had his cock out and I could feel it rubbing my shoulder. There was another cock I felt, too. Dale's. While he was licking between the toes of my left foot, I put my right foot between his legs and rubbed it all over his hot dick and tight nuts. Dale groaned constantly, flipping around to make oral love to one foot, then the other, me massaging his genitals with whichever foot happened to be free.
"Do you want me to suck you, Burt?" I asked when I felt his prick push into my hair and flip my ear. I'd been sucking him occasionally ever since that weekend we swapped with Woody and Anne. The only reason I never took him all the way in my mouth before then was because I liked him in my vagina better, and he'd never really made me know he wanted it all the way.
"Your hair," he breathed, dropping the brush to the floor and grabbing a double handful of my long hair. "Gonna come in your hair!"
"Oh, do, darling! Do!"
It excited me terribly. I'd wanted him to shoot off in my hair ever since our honeymoon, because it appealed to me tremendously. I mean, can you think of anything more erotic? God! I was so hot my hand jumped toward my cunt, but I wouldn't let it touch there. Dale's tongue was going crazy -- darting between my toes and laving the sole of my foot, with my other foot kicking lightly at his dick and balls and mashing them this way and that. Dale loved it; I loved it; Burt loved it -- and I wanted to reach orgasm without anything touching my genitals if I could.
Well, I made it. My hands were between my legs, not touching my puss at all but gripping the insides of my thighs the final seconds before I exploded. Wow! It was something else! All three of us went off just split-seconds apart.
Dale came first. I don't know how he managed it, because his mouth is about average size, but the sweet boy had all five of my toes in his mouth, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow when I kicked his balls extra hard with the heel of my saliva-slick foot and wrapped my toes over the head of his peter. He groaned through his nose, shuddered, then I felt a mass of warm sticky sperm squirt between my toes.
Panting breathlessly myself by then, with my own climax hanging ready, I went on rubbing his come-gushing glans with my foot as Burt began yanking my hair and making a furry pussy around his thrusting organ. The next thing I knew Burt grunted and I had an earful of his hot load. I could feel him quivering as his juice spurted into my hair and on my neck.
It was just too much. I gasped, squirmed frantically and dug my fingernails into the insides of my thighs, then nearly fell off the chair when I screamed and let my guts flood blissfully out through my spasming twat. It was one of the best comes I've ever had, completely outasight, and my tits or puss hadn't been touched by human hands, or human otherwise. Kinky? Oh, boy, I'll say!
Chapter 8
Willa has turned it back to me now. She said she enjoyed writing what she did, but doesn't want to do any more. She's being very secretive, won't show me anything she's written and only smiles when I ask her about it. She said I could just wait and read it if and when our book ever gets published. I told her I ought to know the incidents she told about so I wouldn't tell them myself, but she wouldn't give in and suggested I check with her before I get too far into any of our escapades.
Everything has turned out so well that I'm going along with her. Actually, I was going to let her read the finished manuscript before I sent it off. I'd never think of revealing such personal things about her without her consent. Willa is a wonderful girl, and I love and respect her too much for that. It's just that I wanted to get it all down and be sure it sounded right before I told her what I was doing.
Oh, well, enough of this. I just thought I ought to explain, in case our separate parts seem a bit jerky. Willa says I should be sure to include our midnight motorcycle ride -- so I'll do that right now ...
* * *
It was toward the end of last summer, and all around El Paso everything was very hot and dry. I get lazy as the dickens in weather like that. It was Wednesday evening and I'd been up to Las Cruces for three calls, hadn't sold a one of them and didn't particularly care. They'd gone fast though, so I got home early, about seven, I think it was.
I pulled into the drive and nearly ran over the damned things before I noticed them -- two motorcycles, sitting in front of our garage as big as you please. The garage door was closed, so I figured Willa's Mustang was put away. (It's her first car and she nearly always puts it in the garage overnight.)
What would you think if you arrived home three hours earlier than usual and saw two motorcycles parked in your driveway? Well, that's what I thought, too. As I climbed from my car, my imagination went flying. Not one motorcycle, but two! Could that mean my wife was cheating on me with a couple of crude young studs? My senses reeling, I charged in expecting to catch her in the act and whip up on all three of them.
I was angry. I'd told her she could have a casual affair every now and then if she wanted to (after the night a blond shoe salesman came to our house one time) just so long as she asked me ahead of time. She'd had one -- with her boss while they were in Chicago on business. She'd asked me before they went if she could sleep with him should it work out that way, and since I'd met him and liked him, I told her sure. He didn't know I'd given her permission, of course, and Willa told me all about it when she got home -- in fact, she and I had a pretty good romp ourselves because she really laid it on thick and I got hot hearing her tell about it -- but this was different! To my knowledge she didn't know any guys with bikes, so I figured she'd let herself get picked up. I don't know what I'd have done if I'd discovered what I feared -- that my wife was balling a couple of motorcycle freaks -- when I hurried down the hall and stormed into our bedroom. Killed them, maybe, because I was boiling.
The steam faded rapidly as I stopped short and stared dumbly at the empty bed. I felt like a fool then, recalling Willa had told me that morning she was going bowling with the new ladies' league they were getting together in the building where she worked. My suspicious mind made me feel bad. I don't know why I'd jumped to the conclusion my wife was cheating on me. Because of the way she'd described the night in Chicago with her boss, I guess, but I should have known she wouldn't do anything without checking it out with me first. She's made it very plain that I'm the number one man in her life, and I felt like kicking my own ass for having doubted it even briefly.
But I hadn't imagined those bikes parked in front of the garage, and I couldn't figure them. The rest of the house proved just as empty as the bedroom. It puzzled me till I happened to glance out the kitchen window. There in the shade of our droopy weeping willow tree, which stands only a few feet past the patio, lay two sleeping people. Instantly I was boiling again. Of all the nerve, I thought, yanking open the back door to go out and give the bastards a piece of my mind before I ran them out of the yard.
They lay on top of their sleeping bags, both of them sound asleep, making themselves right at home. Stifling the outraged yell before it left my throat, I stopped short at the edge of the patio. One of them seemed vaguely familiar. She had her back to me, so I couldn't see her face, but her long, light-brown hair looked soft and hauntingly out of my past. Ignoring the dark-skinned young man snoring loudly beside her, I walked quietly around so I could get a look at the girl's face.
"Becky!" I blurted.
It was my older sister, by three years, whom I hadn't seen for nearly four years. To say I was surprised is putting it mildly. The last I'd heard, Becky was in New York making a name for herself as an up-and-coming commercial artist.
Becky opened her eyes and smiled up at me, then yawned and stretched catlike. "Surprised to see me, Bubba?"
I put my hands on my hips and frowned. "I'll say, you nut!"
She sat up and stretched some more, making those soft little sounds in her throat which I remembered from when we used to sleep together -- before Mom found out we were doing more than sleep and put me on the couch.
"You don't seem very pleased."
"I am, Becky. I'm delighted!"
She put her finger to her lips and motioned to the guy with a toss of her head.
"Who is he?" I whispered.
"My husband. Arturo Sanchez. Isn't that a name, though?"
"You're finally married?"
She held out her hands. I took them and pulled her to her feet.
"Damn, it's good to see you!" I murmured, looking into her hazel eyes. "Tell me what else you've been doing, and about your old man."
She hugged me tight and kissed me. It was like old times with her tongue darting around in my mouth and her tits mashed against my chest. She was my sister and I'd sworn never to touch her again, but I couldn't make my prick stay down. The first cunt it'd ever been in was calling it to attention and it snapped to like a true soldier.
"Oh, Bubba," she sighed, drawing back and putting her hand between us to fondle my hard organ. "God, it's been a long time! Where's your wife?"
"Bowling, but quit that, will you? We know better now."
"Don't be a square all your life, brother mine. Take me in the house and give me a little of this thing! "
"You always were a nut," I said fondly, taking her hand and leading her toward the house. "What about, Arturo? Just leave him there?"
"Art. Call him Art."
"What if he wakes up, though?"
"So? He knows about us. He's a free soul, like me."
"Well, Willa doesn't know about us ... and I don't want her to," I said as we passed through the kitchen.
"Willa," she said, lingering over the name. "Sounds pretty."
"She is ... very pretty, Becky."
"Call me sis. You used to call me sis when we made it."
"Okay, sis ... but we shouldn't make it. . . not really."
We were in the bedroom by then, and Becky had her long-sleeved shirt off. She backed to me so I could unhook her bra, saying, "Feel guilty later if you have to, Bubba. But not now. Jesus, I've been wanting you something awful for months!"
Then the bra slid down her arms and I had the first tits I'd ever sucked in my hands and her soft butt was grinding into me as she undid the fly of her snug men's Levi's.
"Oh, sis ... sis!" I gasped, squeezing my fingers into her big tits, finding them every bit as good as I'd remembered. My face rubbed her hair of its own volition, and I suddenly realized where my thing about Willa's hair had started.
"Still love me, Bubba?"
She chuckled as she pulled away from me and sat on the side of the bed. "Help me off with my boots."
Becky stuck out both legs and I tugged her boots off, then her socks. My hands trembled as I grasped the cuffs of her Levi's and pulled them down her legs, leaving her clad in only a pair of lacy panties. She raised her hips and smiled, waiting for me to take her panties off too. I couldn't get them off her fast enough. She'd put on a few pounds since I'd last seen her, and it looked very good on her.
"Bubba, Bubba, sweet Bubba," she chanted, obviously liking the sound of my childhood nickname, sitting up quickly and working at my belt and fly as I unbuttoned my shirt. Then my pants and shorts fell around my ankles and she grabbed my throbbing rod with her hands, asking, "Shall I kiss it for you? You used to like that."
"I like it even more now," I sighed, feeling her lips and the tip of her dainty tongue going at me as I spoke.
I let my shirt slip down my arms and fall silently to the floor, then stood there with my pants bunched around my ankles, watching Becky's head move lazily as she licked all over my dick. I'd been fifteen and she eighteen the last time we'd balled each other, and her tongue was better educated than then.
She looked up at me, talking with the tip of my glans between her lips, "I'd have married you if you weren't my brother, Burt. I'll always love you ... always!"
I caressed her face with my hands. "I know, sis. I still love you, too."
"Oh, Bubba, Bubba," she sighed.
Then she couldn't speak, because she was clinging to the cheeks of my ass and taking my spit-covered rod deep into her hungry little mouth. Her lips distended softly around my shaft and her cheeks hollowed in suction as she bobbed her head faster and faster.
Glad that she hadn't asked me if I loved her more than my wife -- the way she used to with my first girl friends -- I shut my eyes and let her go. I didn't love her more. I could never love anyone the way I did Willa, but I didn't want to have to tell Becky that.
Her mouth was too good. I don't know if she intended to take me all the way, but she kept right on sucking when my dick started twitching, so I buried my fingers in her hair and held her face against my body as I groaned and inundated her gulping throat with squirt after squirt of my load.
A string of come fell on her lower lip as she slurped off my limbering dong. She looked contented and happy as her pink tongue reached out and licked it into her mouth.
"That was sweet, Bubba ... so sweet!"
"Mmm."
"You're a man now. God, you really gave me a big, sweet drink!"
"I didn't intend to go off in your mouth, sis."
"I didn't plan it, either. But I couldn't stop sucking your delicious peter."
"You want me to kiss you? I still remember how you like it done."
"Oh, you sweet thing! Yes ... but maybe I'd better clean up first. I haven't had a bath in two days -- we've been roughing it -- and Art made love to me in my sleeping bag this morning. It's up to you."
"Lie back, sis," I said, trembling with the memory of how thrilling it'd been that night long ago when I ate her fresh from a heavy date and her cunt still tasted of sex juices.
"It's like old times, isn't it, Burt?" she asked dreamily, scooting to the center of the bed and lying down with her legs wide apart.
I kicked off my wrinkled trousers and lay down with my face in her crotch. Her fingers crept in and spread her hairy lips for me. The smell was strong but not unpleasant. I inhaled it, then moaned softly as I covered her cunt with my lips and thrust my tongue in as deep as I could.
"Ohhh ... oh, Bubba! " she gasped, tensing at first, then hunching my mouth and clasping her slender fingers around the back of my head in an effort to get even more tongue.
The taste of her pussy was stronger than the smell. It excited me terribly, and I sucked so hard part of her insides were drawn into my mouth.
"It'll always be this way with us, won't it?" she panted.
I grunted and kept right on sucking and tonguing. By the time I pushed her into her first orgasm, my penis was up and ready for more action. She was right in the middle of her come when I smacked a wet kiss dead center of her spasming twat and leaped on top of her. Remembering how my sister liked it all at once. I slammed in hard, driving it to the hilt and hearing my balls splat snugly into her hot anus.
She gasped brokenly, "Bubba! Sweet, Bubba!" Then she threw her arms around me and hooked her calves over my legs, rotating her pelvis as she plunged nonstop into a second and more intense orgasm, moaning through it all, "Oh, darling ... good cock ... best I've ever had!"
Sis liked it rough, so I gave it to her that way. I waited till she stopped coming, then screwed her fast and hard till both of us broke out with sweat and we forgot about everything in the world except the bliss of our abandoned union. She sounded as if she'd die when we hurtled into the total bliss of a simultaneous climax. Right at the height of our joy, Willa came tripping into the bedroom asking:
"Whose motorcycles are those out there? Whups! Well, goddamn it! I hope I'm not interrupting anything!"
When I could, and it took several seconds, I imagine, I rolled off and introduced my wife and sister.
For a moment Willa stared dumfounded at us. The dazed expression on her face made me wonder if I'd just crapped in my nest. Then she smiled and came toward us and my fears drained away. A sigh of relief escaped my relaxing throat as Willa shook Becky's hand and bent to kiss her damp forehead.
As I've said, Willa is a truly wonderful girl. Her reaction to catch my sister and I in the act proved it again. She merely shooed us out of bed and into the shower, asking what we'd like for supper as she laid out towels for us to dry each other with. And after supper, at which she made Becky and Art feel right at home, I'm damned if she didn't take Art back and have a shower with him. Becky and I could hear them laughing and having a gay old time as they soaped each other. Then neither of them was laughing, and I could hear a rhythmic thumping I imagined was my wife's butt against the shower wall. Becky and I smiled and left them alone.
Chapter 9
Art, being a Cuban refugee, spoke rather slowly and took great pains with his English. I liked him right away, partly because it was obvious he loved my sister and treated her well, and partly for just himself. I wondered if he was serious about going back to Cuba with an invasion force of other refugees to attempt to retake the country from Castro. He seemed to be when he talked of it, and the way Becky's eyes shone while he spoke made me wonder if she intended to go along with him, though she never said so and I couldn't bring myself to ask her.
They were both alive and very vital. I kept thinking Art was partly colored, because of his dark skin and thick, wavy black hair, but of course I didn't mention it, and neither did anyone else. It did make me feel rather strange, though, sitting there on the floor with Becky and watching my wife lie with her head in his lap. (Art and Willa were on the couch.)
We talked for a long time, because they were only going to spend the one night with us before they went on to the West Coast for a few days and then back to Florida. Becky had met Art in Miami on vacation the previous winter, and had never gone back to her well-paying job in New York. He was an artist, too, and they'd pooled their works and money to start a small gallery in Miami, which they planned to open and operate as soon as they got back from their motorcycle trip.
It was about eleven-thirty when Becky suggested we go for a bike ride before we turned in for the night.
"I'd rather we all hopped in our bed for a ride," Willa said, lifting her head to kiss Art and giving Becky and I a look at the bulge in his pants which her head had been nuzzling.
My own penis erected instantly. It always does when Willa is with another guy and they're getting in the mood for sex.
"Come on, Bubba," Becky said, getting up and pulling my hand. "Let's you and I go for a ride if they don't want to."
"I want to," Art insisted, grinning as he looked up with Willa still planting little kisses on his neck.
"No one can call me a spoilsport," Willa said, jumping up. "I'm a little afraid of those things, though. Can you ride a motorcycle, Burt?"
"He can," Becky assured her.
"It's been a long time, Becky," I said hesitantly.
"It's like swimming, Bubba. Once you learn how you never forget. Besides, I'm riding with you. Willa can ride with Art, and he's a very good rider."
Willa sighed. "I can vouch for that already, honey. Why do you think I want to get him in bed?"
"You want him to lay you again?" Becky asked with a smile.
"Mmm ... yes."
"Take your panties off then, because you're going to get a motorcycle ride and laid at the same time," Becky chuckled, hoisting the skirt she'd put on after our shower and taking her own drawers off.
"What?" Willa gasped.
"You heard me. Go on. Take 'em off. Art and I discovered it by accident one night and we've been doing it every since. It's really great on a bike. . . the wind beating in your face and the bike roaring and jerking along."
"I don't know," Willa said slowly. "It sounds dangerous."
"Art's never lost control yet," Becky said confidently. "He can come and go at the same time. You'll love it."
"Burt?" Willa asked, glancing questioningly at me.
I shrugged. "Hell, baby, I'm as much in the dark about this as you are, but it sounds like fun. Take your panties off."
Willa looked a bit doubtful still, but she lifted her dress and took off her bikini briefs, tossing them on the couch and taking Art's hand.
We went outside. The moonlight was bright even for the Southwest, and I took a moment to admire their bikes. They were identical twins, Honda 350s, with green tanks and lots of chrome shining. Art's bike had over five thousand miles on it and Becky's three, but they both looked showroom-new except for the light traveling dust which had accumulated during their trip.
"Nice-looking machines," I said earnestly, feeling the bug to ride beginning to gnaw inside me. "But I've never ridden one of these Japanese jobs. I'm an old Harley man, you know."
"Don't snub them," Art said. "They may be a bit small and light, but they'll snap out pretty good."
I assured him I wasn't making light of their imported bikes, and he showed me the five gears and all, then Willa hopped on behind him and Becky behind me and. we started off, Art with a snappy flourish and a mighty roar, and me taking it easy till I got used to the Honda. It did have a good deal of muscle, though, and I found myself tooling right along with him after the first few blocks. Because he didn't know the city, Art fell behind and I led the way out Dyer, thinking the straight stretch of highway between El Paso and Orogrande would be a good deserted place to try the nutty idea Becky had.
How in hell we were going to manage a piece on a moving motorcycle I didn't have the faintest idea, but with Becky's luscious tits pressing into my back, and her small hands roaming my loins, I was eager to find out.
Art drew alongside me and we zipped out Dyer riding side by side in the same lane. I could see Willa's hands doing the same thing to him that my sister's were to me, and it excited me so much I nearly went through the last traffic light before I down-geared the bike and got it stopped.
While we waited for the light to change, a police car stopped in the next lane. An officer stuck out his head and started to say something, then grinned and wagged his finger.
"Were we speeding?" Becky asked innocently.
"A little," the officer said. "I didn't get a clock on you so I can't write you a ticket, but hold it down. If the kids see you guys getting away with it, they'll think they can too, and too many of them can't handle a bike as well as they ought to."
"Right," I said, because he was right and what else could I say? "And thanks."
The light turned green. He nodded and waved while the car pulled away. We rode alongside the police car till they turned off, then we went on out of town at the top end of the legal speed. When we'd left all signs of civilization behind and were flying low at eighty per, Becky shouted:
"Stop! Let's fuck!"
She had to shout at that speed to be heard over the drone of the engines and the rush of the cool night air. Still, Art didn't hear her, and he had to turn around and come back to where I'd stopped Becky's bike on the shoulder of the highway.
Becky was off the bike when Art coasted to a stop beside us and gave her a swat on her rounded butt. She yelped, then grabbed him and kissed him.
I took Willa's hand, she was still sitting on the bike behind Art, and pulled her to me for a kiss.
"So far, I like biking," Willa said. "Although I will admit it was a bit scary going so fast ... at first."
"Well be going slower now, honey," Becky told her. "Hop off and climb on in front of Art. Here, I'll show you how."
With that Becky pushed me far back on the seat and swung a leg over to sit in front of me. She lifted her skirt, reached back and unzipped my fly, then took my hard prick out and half tugged me forward and half scooted back to meet me. They had knapsacks tied onto the center of the handlebars of both bikes, and Becky leaned forward till her face and shoulders were resting on her knapsack.
"Got the idea, Willa?" she called over the idling engines.
"I think so," Willa answered. "But what do I do with my legs?"
"This," Becky said, throwing her legs up and locking her ankles in front of the fork, letting her feet rest on the sturdy chrome fender above the front tire.
"I've never liked it very well dog-fashion," Willa protested halfheartedly, but she got on in front of Art and positioned herself the same as Becky.
"You'll like it this time," Becky assured. "The way that little seam in the middle of the gas tank flips your clit, is almost enough to drive you out of your gourd ... among other things. You ready, Bubba? Put it in me easy this time, will you? I think I'm bruised from earlier."
As I pushed my dick into Becky's moist cunt, I heard Willa gasp, "No, Art! That's the wrong hole!"
He looked sort of sheepish, saying, "Sorry, baby. You guide it, why don't you?"
I was already into Becky, with her smiling back over her shoulder at me and wiggling her buttocks snugly into my lower abdomen. It was light enough I could see my wife reach back and take Art's dark cock in her hand and guide his glans to her hairy opening. He was hung a little better than me, and a twinge of jealousy shot through me as he sank it all in Willa and she heaved a pleasured sigh.
"Mmm ... I like it already," Willa cooed, wiggling back close against Art and resting her face on the knapsack. "Ok, let's go ... let's ride and ride and ride!"
"Third gear, man," Art said, "Stay in third for power and keep the revs up around seven thousand." Then he stomped the shifted lever into low and spun gravel as he shot off with Willa impaled on his cock and sucking in her breath with surprised pleasure.
"Let's go, Bubba. Catch 'em and well ride side by side."
I spun the rear wheel myself as I goosed the engine and took off after Art and Willa. It wasn't bad, riding with my dick in Becky, but so far I didn't see anything especially better than plain old screwing to it. Like Art had told me, I shifted up to third and left it there. When I pulled alongside him and Willa, the engine was screaming with ten thousand revolutions per minute -- and man did it have power up there! When I cut it quickly back to seven thousand, Becky was thrown about three inches forward, and when I adjusted the twist-grip throttle to keep the bike whining along at seven thousand revs, she was slung back against me in the most delightful way. Then I knew what my sister and her husband saw in the sport they'd accidentally learned.
It was a great way to ball, and I could see Willa had learned that fact even sooner than I had. She had her arms under the handlebars, her fingers gripping them on either side of the knapsack. Her face was turned toward Becky and me, and I could see the whole bit was really sending her. The knapsack rolled with her as Art rhythmically goosed the bike and let up, goosed it and let up, making her jerk forward and then slide quickly back on his stiff dong.
"How is it, Willa?" Becky called.
"Oh, God!" she yelled.
"Didn't I tell you, honey?"
"Yes, but, Jesus ... you didn't tell me about all these wonderful vibrations! Oh, cats! I think I'm gonna come already!"
"Kinda gets to your clit, doesn't it?" Becky yelled back.
However, I don't think Willa heard her. Art was really tossing her back and forth by then. I could see her lips draw back over her clenched teeth. A second later her face looked as if she was crying and I could hear her sobbing, barely, as she buried her face in the knapsack and let orgasm flood over her.
"Sounds like your wife is enjoying herself, Bubba. "
"Your brother is, too, sis. This is terrific!"
"Mmm ... it's never been better than now, Bubba. Snap it, baby. Rock me into heaven on your magic stick!"
It was really a lazy way to fuck. All I had to do was twist the handle grip and let it loose, twist it and let it loose; and every time I did it made Becky's hot pussy slide jerkily up and down my joy stick. It was the wildest thing you could imagine, and I really liked it on a motorcycle because it gave me complete control of myself. I wasn't hunching, just twisting my wrist and letting the bike do every bit of the work, and because I wasn't thrusting I figured I could hold back my orgasm and go on riding all night.
Art grinned my way, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. "Willa is a sweet hunk!" he called. "She almost got me there for a minute, the way her insides went wild!"
"Let's go on past Orogrande!" I yelled happily.
"If the girls can take it!" he called back, screwing the living shit out of Willa and moving nothing but his wrist.
At first I didn't know what he meant about the girls taking it, but they couldn't for very long. Where Art and I had perfect control, they had none at all. The engines sent millions of vibrations through the tubular frames and gas tanks to bombard their pleasure buttons, and the way they were leaned forward caused the tops of their cunts to slide incessantly over the seams along the top of the gas tanks, as well as our hard dicks. Becky and Willa each had multiple orgasms before they began begging us to come and get it over with, complaining they couldn't hold on any longer because they were so weak.
Art nodded to me and began hunching Willa as well as jerking her back and forth on his dick with the power of the bike's engine. Reluctantly, because I wanted to go on riding some more, I started hunching Becky with deliberately long and powerful strokes.
"Oh, you bastard!" she groaned. "You wonderful bastard!"
"You really love Bubba's fuck stick, don't you, sis?" I taunted, feeling omnipotent as the wind rushed at me along with orgasm.
Becky didn't hear me. The bikes had five gears and we were only in third, but keeping the engines blatting a little below seven thousand revolutions per minute and a little above it moved us along around fifty miles an hour, causing a fairly high-pitched whine and a constant roar of wind.
It didn't matter that she hadn't heard me, though, because my cock started throbbing with the onset of orgasm, and nothing mattered to me then. I gritted my teeth and clung to the handle-grips for dear life, yelling with the intensity of my climax as the first jet of come burst from my prick and hit deep into Becky's sweet cunt.
"Twist it! " Art shouted to me.
I could tell he was shooting into my wife by the choked tone of his voice. He sort of yelled as I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw him snap the throttle full open. His bike lurched forward, slamming Willa's soft butt hard against him and keeping it there, the full length of his spurting cock in her as they sped wildly ahead of us.
It happened a lot faster than it can be told, but I realized what he meant and gave Becky's bike all it would take. I jerked the gas feed open and let it go, gluing her fanny into my lap as the engine screamed shrilly and the bike shot forward.
How I managed to hold the damned thing on the highway I'll never know, but I did. Instinct, I guess, because I sure as hell wasn't thinking consciously about riding a motorcycle. My nuts were jerking and my dick was spraying the walls of my sister's spasming cunt with love's own nectar, and I couldn't do anything except hold on and moan. When I finally stopped coming, the needle on the tachometer was going into the danger zone and we were zooming past Art and Willa.
"Let up!" Art screamed.
I relaxed my grip on the throttle and let the spring spin it completely off. The bike groaned along with me as it rapidly lost speed and Becky was thrown off my cock. When I let it coast to a stop on the shoulder, my knees were so weak I almost dropped it and Becky to the ground. Almost but not quite, for I did get both feet on the ground in time to catch the bike and hold it upright before I put down the kickstand and leaned forward over Becky, trembling and panting as I pushed my face into her wind-tangled hair and kissed the side of her face.
"Mmmm ... " she sighed contentedly, reaching down to turn off the ignition key.
The engine stopped and the lights went off.
"I hope I didn't hurt your engine. The needle went a little way into the red zone."
"Fuck the engine," she moaned. "Help me off. I'm too goddamned weak to move!"
Art and Willa whizzed past us. I helped Becky off the bike, then leaned on it and held her to me. She was trembling all over, especially her hand when she held my limp dong.
"Oh, shit, that was good! Did you like it, Bubba?"
"Yeah, sis, but I think once is enough. Christ, if it'd been any better I'd have lost control and killed us both! "
"It is a little dangerous, I guess, but isn't it a fantastic way to ball?"
"Outasight," I grinned. "Completely outasight."
Willa must have thought so, too. When Art pulled up beside us, facing the other way, he cut the ignition and swung off, but Willa only moaned and lay clinging to the handlebars. Her lips felt cold when I bent to kiss her. I ran my hand over her ass. It wasn't cold, and neither was her pussy. Her hairy lips felt very hot and slick to my fingers.
"You all right, Willa?" I asked.
She smiled and moaned.
I lifted her off Art's bike and kissed her.
"I've gotta go," Willa mumbled, pushing away from me, nearly falling before she got her dress pulled up and squatted.
It sounded like the proverbial cow pissing on its flat rock when she let loose and watered the ground between her feet. We laughed. Becky squatted and joined Willa, the two of them holding hands and smiling as they emptied their bladders. Art reached over and took my hand, brought it to his sex-slick organ and placed my fingers around it, then he held my cock and we pissed, too.
We moved away from the four moist spots of earth and lay down for a smoke, mine and Art's cocks still hanging out. We didn't even bother to put them in our pants when the lights of a car heading toward El Paso approached. The car zipped past without so much as a honk of its horn and we all laughed. We were too contented and relaxed to talk much. Finally we got on the bikes, Becky behind Art and Willa behind me, and rode back home at a leisurely sixty miles per, penises in pants and flies zipped up.
* * *
That night our bed discovered it could hold four people. It was somewhat crowded, Art on one side and me on the other with the girls between us, all of us bare-assed as the day we were born. Willa lay next to me and Becky snuggled up to her husband. I was about half asleep, because I figured we were all screwed out for the night, when I realized Art and Becky were going at it. For a while I just lay there, listening to them and feeling the bed jiggle. Finally it got to me. Willa was asleep, but I got on her and put it in her anyway. It woke her right up, and she started moving with me, telling me how much she loved me and putting her whole heart into it. I don't think I've ever enjoyed screwing her more than that time. There was nothing particularly special about our lovemaking, at least not the physical part of it, but my heart nearly burst with the love I felt for her.
Chapter 10
At first Willa was reluctant when I suggested we join a correspondence club in order to meet other swingers. I didn't press her. Her objection was valid enough. She thought it would be somewhat demeaning to advertise for sex, and she was sure at the time she'd never want to answer another couple's ad. So I agreed with her, biding my time and hoping we'd luck onto another couple in the El Paso area like we had that shit-head Woody and Anne. I still think highly of Anne, but Woody pulled something I'd rather not go into because it makes me mad to this day when I think about it.
Anyway, Willa and I both felt the need for sex outside of our marriage once we'd started it. The love was every bit as strong between us as it'd ever been, but there's something extra exciting about swinging. We both missed it and admitted the fact openly to each other. It's strange, I guess, because we weren't at all bored within our marriage. When we made love it was wonderful, but we found ourselves making it less and less for some reason.
We didn't find another couple to swap with, though we seized every opportunity to meet new people and to feel out our old friends who appealed sexually to us. Within two months after my sister and her husband had visited us, I realized the extent of my voyeurism. Perhaps the voyeur in me is what makes swapping appeal so strongly to me. I don't know. It couldn't be the only reason, because I thoroughly enjoy the active part I take in it. One thing became very clear to me, though. I literally hungered to see my wife having abandoned intercourse with another man, and as the weeks wore by I didn't care which man.
Thank goodness Willa had sense enough to decline the night I brought home a strapping young man I'd met in a bar, intending him for her. He was crude and vulgar, and maybe I'd singled him out for that reason, because when I'd gone into the bar I knew it was to find a healthy stud to take home and offer to my wife. I wanted to see her getting it so bad I could taste it, but she wouldn't go for it. Instead she took me into the kitchen and told me in no uncertain terms to get him out of our house and never pull a thing like that on her again.
Since I'd promised him nothing -- I'd only hinted -- it was no problem to simply take him back to the bar where I'd found him and dump him out. Willa was waiting for me when I got back, dressed in high-heeled house slippers and a see-through nylon shortie with no step-ins.
"Go park your car down the block and hurry back. I'll hide you in our bedroom closet," she told me.
"What for?"
"I made a call while you were gone. A man is coming over."
"Who?" I asked, hearing the excitement clinging to my voice. "Your boss?"
"No. It's over with him. We get on better with a purely business relationship."
"Then who?"
She smiled tauntingly and pressed against me. "Does it matter who, darling? As long as you get to watch while he's laying me, what difference does it make who he is?"
"Do you know him?" I demanded.
"Barely," she said. "But he appeals to me enough. If you must know, he's a client I met in the office. We handled a lawsuit for him. He made a few passes at me, but we were involved with Woody and Anne at the time so I rejected him. Now, that's all I'm going to tell you. You don't need to know any more, because he'll only be here this one time."
"You're doing this because of me, aren't you, Willa?"
"Yes."
"I feel rotten."
"Don't, Burt. I wouldn't do it unless I wanted to. Don't you know me well enough by now to realize that?"
"You don't have to go through with it, baby."
"He's on his way over, Burt, and he appeals to me."
"I'll go park the car away from the house then."
She smiled reassuringly and kissed me, then I hurried out to get the car out of the driveway so the guy would think she was all alone in the house. I didn't like the idea of hiding in the closet and being a Peeping Tom, but Willa wanted it that way so I went along despite the bad taste it brought to my mouth.
After I'd parked my car a few houses up the block, I walked briskly home and went in the front door. Willa grabbed me and planted a kiss on me.
"I'm getting excited about this, honey," she said.
I held out my hands so she could see them trembling.
She kissed my hands. "We'll join one of those correspondence clubs."
"I thought you didn't want to. Don't do it because of me, darling."
"I didn't want to at first," she said. "But we haven't found anyone locally and I've been thinking about it. I've decided it's the sensible thing to do ... because I want to go on swinging and tonight makes it pretty plain you do too."
"You're not still afraid it'll make you feel cheap?"
"I don't think so, honey. We'll be very selective about who we meet, and we can write back and forth several times to be sure we'll click, can't we?"
"Sure," I hurriedly agreed, because that's the way I'd felt about it all along. "And we'll not go through with it even after we meet the people we write to if you don't want to. We can always back out right up to the last minute."
She giggled. "Like, pull up our pants and go home, huh?"
I never got to answer. A car pulled into our drive and stopped.
"He's here," Willa breathed, giving me a fast peck on the chin. "Hurry and hide in the closet. I don't want him to see you."
"I don't feel right about hiding."
"Go on, Burt," she insisted, "or I'll send him away."
I'd hidden one other time when she had a guy come to the house, but I'd known during my hiding that I was going to join them later. This time I'd have to wait till the man left. It didn't set just right, but when he rang the bell I got excited and hurried back to hide in the closet as Willa went to let him in.
"Goddamn, baby," I heard him exclaim. "You look good enough to eat! "
"Don't make me any promises you won't live up to, Ed," Willa told him sultrily.
"Ho, ho. I like that! Honey, you could have knocked me over with a sock when you called tonight. Why the change of heart?"
"I was thinking about you. I was all alone. I wanna get laid."
"That's the way, baby! None of that mushy love crap. We both know what we want, right?!"
"You're coming on kind of strong, aren't you?" I heard Willa ask. "You acted nicer in the office."
"We're not in the office, now, baby. We're adults. You got the cunt and I got the cock. Let's put 'em together."
Willa sounded as if she might be having second thoughts about her choice of a lover. "How about a drink first?"
"Fuck a drink. I've had several already. Come on. Give us a little kiss."
All was quiet for several seconds. I knew he was kissing and pawing her, but I did nothing. He wasn't the kind of guy I'd like under any circumstances, but Willa had invited him, not me, so I figured I should leave them alone. (She told me later he didn't act anything like he had in the office and that she'd never have called him if she'd known about his split personality.)
"On your knees, you cock-hungry little cunt. I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours."
It was all I could do to make myself stand in the closet and listen, but Willa hadn't called, and she knew I was back in the bedroom. I figured maybe she was enjoying it and had known he was going to treat her rough when she asked him over. It puzzled the dickens out of me, but I decided to stay put unless she yelled for me to come help her. People affect one another in all sorts of different ways, and I feared the worst when I heard my wife loudly sucking his dick -- that he was a freak who enjoyed hurting women and that somehow his personality had brought out an answering response in her. The thought of Willa turning maso made me sort of sick at my stomach, but I'd promised her I'd stay in the closet, and I did.
"That's enough cocksucking for now," he growled, and I heard a wet slurp, then a thump as he shoved her away. "Get on your hands and knees, you dirty little whore! I'm gonna stick it right up your high and mighty ass!"
"Stop it, Ed! " Willa snapped. "What's come over you?"
"You're lower than a whore, you bitch! A married woman that fucks around is nothing but a tramp, and I fuck tramps in the ass! Now, let on your hands and knees or I'll take off my belt and whip you good!"
Sweat broke out all over me. My feet shifted and I swung open the closet door. Then I caught myself. I'd made a promise, and Willa might, just might, be loving every second of the sordid business. She hadn't called me, so what else could I think?
"Get out of here, Ed! Go home and sleep it off" And don't come back!"
Willa sounded angry, but I didn't know if it was part of a screwy game they were playing or what.
"Huh-uh, slut. You called for cock and cock you're gonna get ... all your tender little asshole can stand. If you won't get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are, then I'll put you that way myself!"
I could hear them struggling, both of them panting and Willa whimpering.
"There!" he thundered. "Now, bitch ... now!
"Nooo ... oh, God! Don't! Not in my assss! AARGH! "
"You got it, hot butt," he hissed. "Every bit of it! Tell old Ed how you like it."
Willa couldn't speak. She made sounds like, "Ung ... ung ... ung," and I could tell he was hurting her something awful. Suddenly it didn't matter if she wanted me to or not -- I had to get the sonofabitch off her!
My fists clenched and ready, I stormed out of the bedroom and charged up the hall toward the living room, where they were. The lights were all still on, and the sight which greeted me ripped at my guts. He was a big, lean, muscular man of around forty or so, and what he was doing to my sweet wife made me want to kill him on the spot.
Willa was on her knees with him bent over her. Her nightgown was pushed halfway up her back. The bastard was cornholing her to beat sixty, holding her helpless there on the floor with her hair jerking in all directions as he slammed brutally into her butt again and again. She was sobbing pitifully and licking her lips. The flow of tears streaming from her eyes had already made a damp spot on the carpet, through which her face was being dragged back and forth.
Screaming in anguish, I ran toward them. He looked up at me with lust-glazed eyes. That was before I hit him. Then he couldn't see at all. I swung with all my might and crashed my fist smack in the center of his startled face. He was out so fast he didn't have time to grunt. The force of my outraged blow sent him sprawling backward, his thick rod making a sound like uncorking a bottle when it left Willa's dilated anus.
"Why didn't you call me?" I yelled at Willa.
"I ... started to ... then ... oh, cats!" she wailed, staying on her knees.
My wife's pretty face had an expression I'd never seen before.
"Are you in pain?" I asked dumbly.
She nodded, her long hair tossing about. Still on her knees, she looked up at me and said, "I'm afraid I'm bleeding. See if I'm torn!"
I knelt and examined her anus at close range. It was stretched, all right, but I couldn't see any tear. "No blood. You're okay, I think."
"Dry," she moaned. "He put it in me dry. God, I thought I'd die there for a minute!"
"I'll kill the sonofabitch!"
But I didn't. I checked to see he was still breathing. He was, and the blood made bubbles at both his nostrils. I dragged him to the door, opened it and pitched him out on the lawn, then shut the door and went back to Willa. She hadn't moved, and I couldn't help wondering why.
"You've got a hardon, Burt," she said, watching me over her shoulder.
When I glanced down, I was amazed to see she was right. I opened my mouth to make any kind of silly excuse, but before I could speak Willa rasped: "Finish me, darling! Take it out and put it in me! "
"In your ass?" I asked incredulously.
"Yesss!"
"But I tho -- "
"Don't talk! Just do it, Burt! I'm on fire back there!"
While I hurried to lower my pants and shorts, I noticed the slippery condition of her pussy. She panted with lust and wagged her tail invitingly, hypnotizing me with her contracting brown anus. I dropped to my knees and fingered up some slick fluid from her cunt.
"Hurry, darling," she rasped, pushing back at my fingers as I wiped her vaginal secretion over her hot asshole.
"You liked what he did to you," I muttered stupidly.
"I couldn't help it! Not at first, I didn't. It hurt awful! But then ... oh, shit ... we can talk later. Fuck me, Burt! Fuck me right in the ass, darling! "
I grabbed her full hips and held her still as I brought the head of my rod to her. She felt so hot I heard myself gasp when I pushed in past my coronal ridge and paused ...
"All of it," she begged. "Hard!"
My fingers bit into her soft flesh. I jerked her back and hunched forward at the same time, sending all seven inches of my shaft rushing into her dark tunnel.
Willa sucked in her breath and shuddered all over. I groaned aloud at the incredible heat in that part of her body, leaving it in her to the hilt and grinding my pelvis in a tight circle.
"Oh, Burt ... darling!
"So hot," I moaned. "Jesus, it's good!"
"To me too," she sighed, clamping her tight anus around the base of my dong till I was nearly delirious with the pleasure it gave me. "Oh, fuck me, Burt ... fuck me like a dog!"
The way she slammed back to meet each of my forceful thrusts, her body trembling and her breath sounding excited and ragged, made me want to go outside and thank Ed for what he'd done. I sincerely regretted having hit him, but not enough to stop cornholing my wife and go out to apologize just then. Willa really loved it up her butt now that he'd opened her up, and I'd never had my cock in anything that felt better. Damn, was her asshole ever hot and tight!
I wanted to tell her how great it felt, but I was panting too hard to speak. She wouldn't have heard me anyway, because she moaned constantly and pumped her soft tail back at me in an abandoned flurry of motion.
Just as I felt orgasm gallop toward me like a herd of wild horses, I fell over her and grabbed her swaying tits.
"Harder ... faster!" she shouted.
The sound of her voice told me she was ready, too. I gripped harshly at her breasts and really hammered it to her, making her sob brokenly for a moment before she yelled shrilly and started quaking with an intense climax.
"Coming! I'm coming!"
The way her sphincter muscle began grabbing my cock was enough without her telling me. There was no doubt of her blissful condition. For a few seconds I feared her anus would snip my organ off inside her convulsing bowels, it was squeezing so powerfully. I gritted my teeth, then exploded, my dick jerking wildly as it blew jet after jet of sperm deep into her writhing body.
"Oh, God ... oh, God!" Willa crooned, collapsing with me on top of her. "Oomph . . . oooh ... oooh! "
I completely forgot about going outside to apologize to Ed. Willa and I were so wrung out we fell asleep there on the living room floor.
Chapter 11
The correspondence club we joined had its office in New Jersey, but I believe every state in the Union was represented in the magazine they sent us. Some foreign countries were listed, too. It was a thick, full-sized magazine, with well over a hundred pages -- each page packed with ads placed by couples, gals, and guys. There was a lot of ads from people living in Texas, and a few for New Mexico and Arizona
Our ad wasn't in the first magazine we received, though it did appear in the next issue which we got a little more than three months later. Willa and I read the first magazine in bed. The ads were listed under the states in which the persons lived, we soon discovered, and Willa got a red ballpoint pen which we used to mark the Southwest ads we thought were interesting.
"Why did you mark that one?" I asked. "It's a single guy, and I thought we agreed to contact couples only." She'd marked an ad placed by a single guy from Texas who was serving in Vietnam.
"His ad sounds so lonely, Burt. The poor guy is over there fighting for us, and I want to cheer him up if I can."
"Oh, you can do that, all right."
"You don't have to write to him. I'll do it," she said.
"I'm sure he'd much rather hear from you than me."
"Do you mind, Burt? I mean, what can it hurt if I write to him?"
"He'll be coming back and he'll want to meet you."
"I know that, Burt. If he sounds nice, I'll meet him when he comes home ... if he comes home. He could be killed before then, you know."
I felt a little ashamed of myself. Willa was right. The guy was risking his neck for us and everyone else, in the U.S. She knew I enjoyed seeing her with other guys, so why should she think I'd object to her writing a lonely soldier?
"Go ahead," I told her.
"Should I write sexy to him?"
"Sure. He's probably starved for it. Lay it on thick as you want to, baby."
For a time we didn't write to any couples, thinking we'd wait and let them write to us when our ad came out, but the next evening Willa wrote the soldier in Vietnam a three page typed letter in a slightly sexy tone. She sent him a photo of herself in a bathing suit, too, signing it on the back and kissing it with a fresh coat of red lipstick on her full lips.
It was shock time when she got his first letter. He'd forgotten to mention in his ad that he was colored, but the picture he sent left no doubt. His fat letter arrived on a Saturday morning, so I was there when she opened it and his picture fell out.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked, watching her hand tremble slightly as she stared at the snapshot.
"Read his letter," she said, handing the picture to me as she began reading.
I didn't know what to say. It took her several minutes to read his letter. It was neatly typed, single spaced and five pages long. I had to admit he wasn't a bad-looking guy, young, a lieutenant and very crisp in a military way. Hell, I might as well admit it -- he was handsome. There was one problem, though. I was raised in the South, and the thought of my wife willingly giving herself to a Negro, even one as handsome as Lieutenant Gary Williams, didn't set just right.
Things turned out that way, after all. Willa gave me his letter when she'd finished it, and as I read it I felt my prejudice toward him slipping away. Gary was college educated and seemed as intelligent as he was lonely. I told Willa to do what she wanted to, and that evening she loaded the Polaroid with a pack of color film and I took all the shots of her posing in the nude and seminude. Before she came to bed, she wrote Gary another letter and put the sexy snapshots in it.
Gary wrote back overjoyed with her hot letter and pictures. They wrote several letters back and forth during the next two months, then, Gary returned from Vietnam and came to see us. He acted as nervous as I felt, but Willa was calm and warm from the minute he entered. She waited till he and I finished shaking hands, then moved to him and kissed him a friendly hello. We sat, he on the couch and me in the chair facing it, as Willa made a round of drinks. I felt sort of odd, sitting there watching as Willa cuddled close to him on the couch and held his hand. We talked rather stiffly for about half an hour, then Willa took over. She took Gary's second drink from his hand and put it on the coffee table with hers, then drew him to her and French kissed him.
She kept kissing him, and before long she had his eight inch cock out, fondling it as his hand slid between her legs and he began fingering her right there in front of me. I nearly fell out of my chair when she lowered her head and began sucking him.
His shiny-wet black cock disappearing into my wife's hungry white face was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen. Her head hadn't bobbed five times before I was squirming to relieve the strain my rising dong caused.
Gary looked across at me, trying to smile but not quite making it. His fingers stroked through Willa's hair as he caressed her moving head. "Oh, man ... this is too good to believe!"
I flipped my prick up so it could lie along my stomach. The pain eased immediately and I sighed.
"You sure this is all right with you?" Gary asked.
Willa made a loud slurping sound as she topped his dick. I stared in fascination as her pink tongue shot out and circled his bulging glans. Then she formed her lips around him and took over half of it back inside her mouth.
I nodded to Gary as I watched Willa's lip distend around his shaft. She sucked harshly, causing her cheeks to hollow inward and cling to his thick rod.
"Jesus!" Gary groaned, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back.
"Take him all the way, honey," I rasped. I don't know what made me say it, but suddenly I wanted to see her suck his coal black organ till he shot off in her mouth.
Willa moaned softly, reaching out her hand. I took it, locking my fingers through hers and holding her hand as she went down on him with a fit of passion. Her pretty face flew up and down, her soft lips clinging tightly to his pole as she sucked for all she was worth.
"Oh, Christ!" Gary gasped.
"Is it gettin' good, Gary?" I asked, almost as excited just watching as he was getting blown so hungrily.
"Man, it's been good ... now it's gettin' unbearable! I'm gonna pop any second!"
Willa gripped my hand and whimpered, her head slowing down but her cheeks fitting even more snugly to his shaft. I don't know for sure, but I imagined she was licking his glans each time she lifted her head, like she'd begun to do for me lately, because Gary clenched his hands into fists and began rolling his head from side to side.
"Oh, Willa," he chanted. "Oh, sweet Willa! Gonna come, baby ... gonna come now!"
He groaned from deep in his throat, his entire body going stiff and jerking with the rhythm of orgasm. Willa sort of sobbed, then whimpered, and after that she was busy swallowing the pent-up load his twitching dick sent gushing into her mouth, I reeled with lust as I watched her eyes blink each time he shot a powerful jet of his sperm over her tongue and into her spasmodically working throat. Gary must have been building that load for weeks, because I thought Willa would never stop gulping it down. She took everything he gave her, loving it if the crooning sounds she made were any indication. When she backed her mouth off him, her lips were puffy and moist. A thin string of his juice connected the eye of his glans and her lower lip momentarily, then it fell in a ragged white line on his dark organ and Willa licked it off before she sat up.
"How was that for openers, Gary?" she asked.
"Mmm," he sighed, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her face close to his. "You said you knew how, but you didn't tell me you had the sweetest mouth in the whole damned world!"
"That makes us even then," Willa said contentedly. "You didn't tell me how delicious your dick is."
They kissed, and as I watched I took out my own cock so the air could cool it off. Willa's legs parted for Gary's hand. He pushed two fingers in her and began pumping them. She toyed with his softening rod, catching it before it went completely limp and bringing it back to full erection before she broke the long kiss.
"Stand up," she breathed. "You too, Burt. Com'ere, honey."
I got up and moved to them, letting Willa position me and Gary in front of her with the heads of our pricks touching. Then she leaned forward and began licking us, running her tongue all the way from the base of his took, flipping it over his glans, then mine, and licking till I felt the tip of her tongue playing delightfully at the top of my scrotum.
For perhaps a minute she licked the entire lengths of our organs, then she tired of it and took one in each hand, tugging us around till our rods met at an angle and she had both our cockheads in her mouth. Her tongue flashed back and forth over our sensitive knobs till I couldn't stand it.
"Let's go back to the bedroom," I groaned, backing away before I gave Willa another load to swallow.
"You can stay the night, can't you Gary?" Willa asked, pulling herself up by our stiff poles.
"Honey," he said, smiling all over, "wild horses couldn't drag me away before daybreak. Dreaming of this night is what kept me going those last weeks. "
"I'm glad," Willa sighed. "You're a nice man. I'm glad I wrote to you. I'll make it good for you good enough so you won't regret coming so far out of your way."
"You've already done that," he said, stepping back so I could follow as Willa started toward the bedroom. "I'll never forget you, Willa ... nor you neither, Burt."
"Go on," I told Gary, putting my hand on his back and easing him ahead of me. "If it's all right with you, I'm going to take some pictures of you and Willa."
"I think I'd like that. Could I have one to take with me?"
"Several," I told him. "I'll make copies of the ones you like."
"I won't show them to anyone," he assured.
"If I thought you would, I wouldn't give you any."
"Did Willa tell you I'm bi?" he asked, glancing down at my standing rod as we walked down the hall after Willa.
For an answer, I took his hand and placed it where he was looking. It was better than putting it in words, but Willa had told me, and I'd been looking forward to him going down on us both at the same time, like he'd written he wanted to do in his last letter.
"It feels good," he sighed, gripping my shaft firmly but lovingly. "I've wanted to do this all my life, love an attractive couple like you and Willa, but I've never had the chance. I'm grateful, man ... I really am. You're swell people!"
I started to tell him he was an okay guy, but I was too stunned after he kissed me. He just grabbed me and French kissed me, and before I realized it I had my tongue in his mouth and he was sucking it and holding my cock like he was afraid it would get away.
It was the first and only time I've been kissed by a guy, but I was so steamed up and startled I let him do it for a couple of seconds before I decided it wasn't my bag and pushed him gently away.
"Hey, I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't have done that without asking, I guess," Gary said.
"It's all right," I told him, because I wasn't angry. "It just doesn't do much for me. Come on. Willa is waiting."
She was undressing when Gary and I entered the bedroom. We went to her and took over, both of us helping her out of her clothes. When she was nude, I helped her undress Gary, then they stripped me and Willa and I got on the bed. We lay on our backs several inches apart. Gary crawled between us, his feet pointing the same way as ours, and knelt so he could blow us.
He started on Willa first, making happy noises as he tongued and sucked her hairy pussy. I put my arm around her and pulled her face to me, French kissing her mouth as Gary Frenched her cunt.
A moment later Gary moaned and swung his head from between Willa's legs. I felt his trembling hand grasp my cock down low, and just a split-second later his mouth engulfed the best two-thirds of my stiff dong. The way he sucked and licked me wasn't nearly as good as Willa does, but it felt great and Gary's tremendous excitement made up for what he lacked in oral know-how. I kept kissing Willa and fondling her tits as Gary swung back and forth in total bliss, sucking alternately at Willa's tasty cunt and my throbbing dick. I popped first, blasting a mass of juice down Gary's throat. He didn't lose a drop, and the way he moaned soulfully as he drank my load got to Willa. She began coming before he got his mouth back to her cunt, but since she has such drawn out orgasms Gary got back to her in time to suck her through the better part of her climax, both of them moaning and Willa thrashing jerkily and holding Gary's mouth to her crotch.
Willa didn't even get a breather, but she appeared not to care. While she was still sighing in the afterglow of orgasm, Gary mounted her and fumbled to get in.
"Wait," Willa gasped, holding him back as she glanced saucily at me. "Burt, you put it in for us, honey."
"What?" I muttered.
"Take Gary's cock in your hand and guide it into me," she said excitedly.
"Wow," I said, overwhelmed with the erotic suggestion. "Okay, but let me set the camera first. I want a picture of this!"
The camera was loaded and ready, mounted on its tripod and pointed toward the bed, so it only took me a second to set it for an automatic exposure. I jumped back on the bed and got on the far side of them, reaching between Gary's legs to hold his prick and guide it into Willa. His hairy balls nestled on my wrist as I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. I thought how hot and hard it felt as I tugged him forward and fitted his cockhead between the puffy wet lips of my wife's steaming cunt. Then the flash blinded me and I could feel inches of cock slipping through my fingers as he hunched it home. Willa squealed with pure delight as I jerked my hand out of the way and Gary's nuts slapped her right in the crack of her soft ass.
"Hard, daddy!" Willa panted. "Give it to me hard and fast!"
I climbed off the bouncing bed and took the camera off its tripod, then began moving around them and taking shots from all angles as they fucked wildly on and on. Willa had several orgasms during the next few minutes, but Gary held back and kept hammering his long rod at her till I couldn't stand it any longer. I'd shot a full roll of film when I put my camera on the dresser and jumped in bed with them.
"Roll onto your sides, I'm coming in the back way," I told them, so eager I began pushing them into the position I wanted them.
Willa's arms and legs were around Gary, so it was an easy matter for me to tip them over and get her back toward me. They acted like they hadn't even heard me, the way they went on screwing so frantically. I'd intended to use Willa's asshole while Gary went on plunging rapidly in and out of her cunt; but when I got a glimpse of his shiny-black fuck-stick working in her honey pot I couldn't resist the urge it brought over me.
Instead of putting my prick in her anus, I swung around and stuck it in her hair. I trembled all over as I worked my face to their joined organs and began licking them both. Gary went right on thrusting, and my tongue lapped at his shaft as eagerly as it did my wife's swollen, hot cuntlips. The juice I tasted was all Willa's, because I knew Gary hadn't shot off yet.
"Oh, cats, Burt!" Willa squealed, reaching behind to run her fingers through my hair. "Yess ... lick us ... oh, lick us good!"
Her heated plea spurred me on. I began hunching my cock through her silky hair and licking wildly at them. It wasn't enough. I could smell her sweaty asshole, very clean but still sort of heady, and I licked the inch of flesh separating it from her twat. That wasn't enough either, so I did what came naturally. I formed my lips over her rubbery brown ring and stuck my tongue as far up her sweet butt as I possibly could.
"Ohhhh ... ohhh!" Willa gasped, her entire body trembling as she suddenly stilled and pushed her butt at my face.
Gary didn't stop, though. In fact, he threw it to her all the harder, making the bed sway and groan with his abandoned sideways thrusts. His balls beat softly on my forehead as I pumped my tongue frenziedly back and forth through Willa's hot anus.
"Ohhh . . . God!" Willa cried.
I knew she was coming by the way her anus grabbed rhythmically at my tongue, and I kept tonguing her to make it better for her. It must have been intense, judging from the powerful contractions of her asshole and the garbled cries of fulfillment she uttered. Anyway, her spasming vagina was too much for Gary that time. He grunted and groaned, then slammed full into her and held tight, letting his cock blow come deep into her heaving belly. I could feel his shaft expanding and relaxing through the thin membrane separating Willa's anal canal and her cock-full vagina.
A wave of warm, slippery fluid oozed out around the base of Gary's dong. I could feel it spreading over my nose and knew it was his come mixed with my wife's juices, but I didn't stop. I kept right on running my dick through her hair and tonguing her winking anus till Gary took his cock out and rolled, sighing, onto his back. The instant his glans left Willa's pussy, a mass of warm love juice ran out.
It was one of the hottest moments of my life. I was near orgasm myself by then, and when Willa put her hands behind her head and made a tight hair pussy around my thrusting rod, I gasped with pleasure and licked right up to her cunt. Ignoring the messy condition it was in -- or maybe because of it; I was too hot to think1 glued my mouth to her come-drenched cunt and sucked her dry of their mixed fuck juices. She'd never tasted sweeter. I started coming in her hair and rubbing my whole face in her slick pussy.
* * *
Willa slept in the middle, with Gary on one side of her and me on the other. She woke us up the next morning playing with our peters. We took turns on her, Gary first and me second, then Willa made breakfast. She left for work and I drove Gary to the airport.
We still hear from him occasionally. He made captain and is planning to marry a girl he met at his new duty station. I sort of hope he does bring her to see us on their honeymoon, like he said he wanted to, because I've never felt the slightest prejudice against Negroes since that night he spent with us, and I'd like to swap wives with him. I've never balled a colored girl, but if Gary is marrying her, I know she must be as nice as she is pretty. He sent us her picture.
Chapter 12
Gary had been such a swell guy that Willa lost her reluctance to answer another ad. The magazine containing our ad still wasn't out, so she wrote to one nearby couple and I to another. We had to use their code numbers, of course, because their addresses weren't in the listing. My couple turned out to be dingalings, so we didn't meet with them, but Willa's sounded good. We met the couple she wrote at their place in Las Cruces. It was their first time, and the wife, only eighteen, was so nervous about it I stayed in their apartment with her while Willa took him to a motel. That arrangement wasn't very satisfying for me, since I like to be there when Willa is balling another guy, and the young wife left a great deal to be desired. She looked much better than she performed to put it bluntly, and since Willa wasn't overly impressed with the young husband either, we never saw them again.
Then our ad came out in the next issue of the club magazine and we were flooded with mail. Both our pictures appeared, and I guess a lot of folks liked our looks. Anyway, we had all the meetings we wanted there for a while, and we made some permanent friends among the more attractive swinging Southwest couples. We liked one couple in Hobbs, New Mexico, particularly well, and met with them several times both at their home and ours.
Leon and Nita McClintock are the names of our Hobbs couple. Leon is forty-five but slender and firm, has brown hair with a receding hairline and a round bald spot at the back of his head; Nita is forty-one and has a well-kept and very soft figure, and she doesn't bother trying to dye the salt and pepper from her shoulder length auburn hair. They're about the youngest people we know, at heart that is, and certainly the most oral. Give either of them the choice of only fuck or suck and they'll suck every time. Nita gives the best blowjob I've ever had -- bar none -- and Willa can hardly move after Leon eats her all he really wants to. I don't know if their being so orally oriented has anything to do with it, but they own and operate a plush restaurant called LEON'S CAVE.
LEON'S CAVE looks like exactly that on the inside a cave with a carpet and tables and booths. The walls are made to look damp and uneven, just like a real cave, and it hasn't a single window. It's lighted by indirect lighting in the rough-cut stone walls, and not very brightly either. It's air-conditioned, of course, as are most public places in the Southwest they have to be because it gets hot in July and August. It was in August of this past summer when Leon and Nita called us one Wednesday evening and told us to shag ass up and spend the weekend with them.
"We're having a party at the Cave," Nita told us (they've got an extension and so do we, so we were all four on the line).
"When?" I asked.
"Saturday night," Leon answered. "When we run the customers out at two a.m., we're having a sex feast in the main dining room. There'll be four other couples, so no problem; everyone gets to eat his or her fill."
"Who are the other couples?" Willa asked.
"You don't know them, honey," Nita said. "But Leon and I do, and we can vouch for them all. Come on up. It ought'a be a real blast."
"Why the hell haven't you thrown a party like this before?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Haven't thought of it," Leon laughed. "Gettin' dull-witted in my old age, I guess. So, are you guys coming?"
"Willa?" I asked.
"Count us eating and eaten," she said. "We'll be there."
"Come Friday evening if you can," Nita stated "You're our favorite people and we'd like to have you all to ourselves one night."
"We wouldn't be any good for the sex feast then," I said. "Besides, we can't. I've already set up some daytime appointments for Saturday. We'll see you at the Cave around midnight."
"If that's the best you can do," Leon said good-naturedly. "See you, kids," and he hung up.
"Bye-bye, sweets," Nita said, blowing us a kiss before she hung up.
They always hang up like that. When they're through talking they just drop the damned phone and go on about their business, leaving Willa and I hanging. It used to hack us, but we were so used to it by then we just laughed and said good night to each other before we hung up.
It was about twelve-fifteen when we entered the Cave that Saturday night. Nita, her full tits and buttocks moving sensually under the bearskin costume she wore, glided toward us in her official capacity as hostess. (The bearskin is artificial but looks real, and their six waitresses wear them too, with nothing else but sandals. It gives the place a primitive atmosphere, not to mention the exposed belly buttons and shapely legs Leon makes sure his girls have before he hires them.)
The place was packed -- it always is on Saturday night -- but Nita led us to a booth in the main dining room and removed the reserved sign as we sat down, Willa on one side and me on the other. Smiling, Nita scooted in beside me and furtively cupped my genitals.
"My dessert," she said, looking across the booth at Willa as her fingers toyed with me. "It's beginning to jell already. Damn, I'm glad you kids could make it!"
"Are the other couples here yet?", Willa asked, smiling back at Nita.
"Two of them."
"Are the reserved tables for the other two?" I asked, noticing reserved signs on a couple of empty tables"
Nita nodded and gave my rising penis a loving squeeze.
"Which ones are we having for a late-night snack?" Willa asked, looking around at the nearby booths and tables.
"I'd rather leave you wondering, baby," Nita chuckled, amused by the excitement in Willa's eyes. "You'll find out at two, and you won't be disappointed. Now, how about a drink?"
"Scotch and water," I said.
"Willa?"
"Screwdriver," she said. "A weak one, so I won't dull my taste buds."
"That's a girl after my own heart," Nita said. She called the cocktail waitress and gave her our order. "You hungry?" she asked as the girl went for our drinks. "I'm not going to feed you much, because we've got food later, but I think I could come up with a couple of small blood-rare steaks to hold you over."
"That'll be fine," Willa said.
"Whoops ... paying customers at the register. Gotta go. I'll send the steaks," Nita said, jumping and hurrying off.
Our steaks were one cut in two and served on separate sizzlers with full trimmings for each of us. Any place but the Cave they wouldn't've been considered small, though. Rare steaks is the specialty of LEON'S CAVE, and they're huge and mouthwatering delicious. Leon buys only the best cuts and still works in the kitchen as head chef even though he could well afford to hire it done.
Willa and I took our time eating, looking over the couples around us and trying to figure out which two of them were there for the swinging party, We couldn't decide, but when Nita brought a young couple to one of the two reserved tables near us, we knew for sure they were other swingers. Not by their looks -- you can't tell swingers that way -- but because of the table at which she seated them.
The wife was an ash blonde, about twenty, innocent-looking as hell with a round face and big blue eyes. I wanted to rub my dick all over her sweet face the minute I saw her. She must've been using that toothpaste they advertise on TV, because her mouth sure had sex appeal. Not a bad body on her, either, a little plump but well-rounded and nice to look at. Her husband wore an Air Force uniform with sergeant's stripes on his sleeves, and I could see Willa liked his youthful good looks as much as I liked his wife's. He was blond, too, but darker than the girl, with his hair crew cut.
"He's got nice lips," Willa said.
"They both have."
"And all those muscles," she sighed.
"You're drooling," I told her. "Come on . . . let's dance."
The other couple never showed. Willa and I danced and sipped drinks, and at two a.m. we were beginning to get hungry again. Nita had been right. The half steaks we'd eaten left us satisfied till it was time to start the sex feast. It was almost two-thirty when the last customers left and we knew for sure who the other two couples were.
Nita locked the doors after the hired help, then came to introduce us while Leon readied the food and took a quick shower in the back.
"This sweet thing is Lynn," Nita said, hugging the blonde with the face I wanted to screw.
"Hello," Lynn said, blushing.
"She's only nineteen," Nita teased. "And oh so tender! This handsome muscleman is her husband, Karl."
Karl grinned and nodded as Nita began taking off her costume and moving to us.
"Come on. Everybody get naked," Nita said, and as we all began taking off our clothes, she introduced Willa and me.
"This is Betty," Nita said, kissing the cheek of a tiny redhead with a slender freckle-covered body. "And her husband, Miguel. God, they're tasty!" she moaned, running her fingers through Miguel's shiny-black hair.
Miguel and Betty looked to be in their early thirties. He was obviously Mexican-American, with very dark skin and a lean build. The triangular patch of coppery red hair which showed when the diminutive Betty slipped off her panties proved her a true redhead, and all those freckles only made her well-packed body more attractive.
"Louise," Nita cooed, moving to a shy, brown-haired woman who looked rather average. "I'm so glad you and Frank could come. You're always a delight, and especially now."
Louise smiled embarrassedly, and Frank, naked, with the longest cock I'd ever seen hanging between his legs, put his arm around her.
"Today's her twenty-sixth birthday," Frank said. "And in case anybody's wondering, I am old enough to be her father but I'm not."
Frank was a distinguished-looking guy, what with his gray temples and well-defined facial features. He was sort of fat, but somehow you didn't notice because of the way he was hung. (We measured him later -- nine inches!)
"Frank may not be Louise's father," Nita said warmly, "but he is a father. Louise had a darling little baby boy two months ago. This is their first swinging party in almost two years."
Louise fondled absently at her full breasts.
"What's the matter, Louise?" Leon asked, grinning as he came in as naked as the rest of us, pushing a serving cart ahead of him.
"Leon, you old lecher!" Frank, who was older than Leon, called. "Good to see you!"
Leon shook hands with all the men and kissed all the girls, Louise last. "Do your tits hurt, honey?" he asked, when she kept fiddling with one of them.
"A little," she admitted sheepishly. "I'm breast feeding the baby and it's past time. They're full of milk."
Leon looked delighted as he cupped her nearest breast and very gently squeezed a trickle of milk from her enlarged nipple. With all of us watching, he lowered his head and licked the milk off Louise's tits.
"Mmm ... delicious, honey," he told her. "You milk is even sweeter than your pussy juice. Come over here and lie on the banquet table. I'll relieve some of that pressure for you."
"Didn't I tell you Leon would drink the baby's late feeding?" Frank asked, grinning as he and Leon led his blushing wife to the long table and laid her on it.
They bent over her and started sucking her tits. Louise soon began to smile. She brought up her hands and caressed their heads. "Poor little Clinton," she chuckled. "At home in Roswell with Grandma, drinking formula."
Nita motioned us all to the table, saying, "You guys don't hog it all, now. Let the rest of us have a turn. "
Frank and Leon reluctantly gave up their tits, and Nita and I took over. Louise was beginning to like the attention. She stroked my head as I sucked carefully at her left breast. Her milk was sweet and warm, and I liked the taste. I think I'd have sucked till she ran dry if Willa hadn't put her face beside mine and eased me away.
While Willa and Miguel worked on her, Louise started sighing. It embarrassed her to feel pleasure, I think, because she opened her mouth and went, "Moo ... mooo," like a cow.
"Nonsense, sweetheart," Frank gushed, stepping to his wife and taking her hand. "I won't have you belittling yourself."
Frank bent and kissed her, and we all crowded around and began stroking Louise and licking all over her body. She really let loose then, sighing and moaning as everyone worked on her orally. We all had a drink of her milk before she ran dry, and when we helped her off the banquet table, the party was well underway.
Once the oral mood was established, we had a ball -- a real sex-oriented feast. For openers Leon passed around a bowl of catsup, into which we dipped our dicks and sat lazily in chairs while the girls licked us clean. Then Nita got a brush and painted catsup on the girls' tits. She put a stuffed olive into each of their navels and we switched girls to eat the olives and lick the catsup off their tits.
By then all our pricks were stiff as boards and oozing clear fluid. We took a minute to allow the girls to lap our natural secretions from our cockheads, then, following Leon's lead, we slipped hollowed meatballs on our shafts and the girls ate them off.
Lynn, the young blonde with the round face and big blue eyes, ate the meatball off my rod. She smiled up at me all the while, and her face was so sexy I almost blew off in one of her eyes. I rubbed my cock over the tip of her nose and let my glans bump her eye as if by accident. She laughed and nipped the side of my shaft with the sharp edges of her perfect white teeth.
"Suck me right now," I whispered.
She licked my glans with her hot little tongue, then took it in her mouth and moaned passionately as she bit me.
I gasped with shock, but she hadn't really hurt me, and the way she kissed and licked my dick, now devoid of its meatball, more than made up for the second of pain her teeth had caused.
"God, you've got a fuckable mouth, Lynn," I told her. "I'm gonna come in it before this party's over."
She clamped her lips along the side of my shaft and sucked up a hickey. "You'd better, goddamn you, or I'll never forgive you," she breathed. "Mmm ... what a nice cock!"
The next course was men's choice. We switched partners, of course, as we did each time a different food was offered. I got Betty, the little redhead, and chose fresh oysters over the Rocky Mountain kind. Betty took a handful of the sauteed bulls nuts and began plopping them into her mouth as I laid her across a table and stuffed her cunt full of the slippery oysters.
She lifted her legs and hooked her heels on the edge of the table, making it easy for me to slip oyster after oyster into her pink pussy. I like oysters, so I packed in quite a few as she wiggled delightfully.
"You want a bull's ball, Burt?" Betty asked smiling down at me and licking her lips. "These are really good ones ... big ... and just full of delicious bull sperm. Here, have one."
The next thing I knew she'd reached down and stuck a warm, buttered bull's nut into my mouth. I started to spit it out, then decided what the hell and bit into it. She was right. The damned thing must have been fresh, because it was tender and very juicy. It's the idea of what they are and where they come from that keeps most people from trying Rocky Mountain oysters, I guess, because my first one told me how scrumptious they really are. I went over to the bowl containing the bulls nuts and grabbed several, then finished stuffing Betty's pussy with them.
She's a small girl, but her vagina held quite a bit. I was full when I finished eating my main course from her red-haired twat. Right at the last I had to suck pretty hard, but she finally helped me get the last oyster by contracting her insides and expelling it into my mouth. She loved every minute of it and so did I. If you think all cunts taste alike, you just haven't eaten enough of them, or else your taste buds are out of whack, because Betty had a taste all her own that seasoned those slick oysters to perfection, Man, they were good!
It was the girls' turn to have their main meat dish; and since penises don't have the load capacity of vaginas, Leon had prepared a blenderized meat paste which was thick enough to stay on our rods after we'd covered them with it. We packed the meat paste about half an inch thick around our cocks, and let the girls lick it off like it was ice cream in a cone.
Willa got the most meat paste by far, because her feeder was Frank. I could see she was getting hotter and hotter as she licked the stuff off his standing nine-inch dong. She's got a thing about big pricks -- sort of a compulsion. She says size doesn't matter much to her vagina, but she admits she feels compelled to go down on every huge cock she sees.
From the looks of it my wife felt strongly compelled to have a mouthful of bare rod when she'd lapped the last traces of the thick meat paste off Frank. Everybody had been holding back till then, but Willa lost control, and with a frustrated moan she opened her mouth wide and engulfed over half of Frank's huge tool. Willa's cheeks hollowed around his shaft in a death grip and her lips kept working in an effort to get more of it into her mouth. I knew she wouldn't let up till she'd taken him all the way.
Louise, who'd been eating the paste from my rod, got excited watching Willa suck bobbingly on her husband's penis. I could tell she wanted to do the same to me, so I cupped the sides of her head and pushed it deep into her willing mouth.
Like Willa, Louise lost her cool and began whimpering as she worked eagerly on me. I liked the sounds she made as her tongue flashed and her lips clamped tight around my shaft, but I couldn't help ignoring her in order to watch Willa. She really freaks out when she's going down on a cock as big as Frank's, and it excites me tremendously to see her so wild.
The other girls couldn't stand it. One by one they began blowing the other guys. We just lazed back in our chairs, grinning at each other and talking as the girls knelt between our legs and sucked abandonedly. I erupted first, and Louise grabbed my ass and held my spurting dick in her mouth, sucking harshly till she'd swallowed every bit of my first load. Frank took the longest. The rest of us were already through when he heaved a groan and let his come burst into Willa's mouth. God, I never heard her whimper like she did then. Her open hands stroked jerkily along his hairy thighs as she drank the big load he sent squirting down her throat.
The girls were panting with lust and demanded we reciprocate at once. Leon made a crack about them all being table grade stuff, so we each put the girl who'd blown us on a table and went down on them till they'd all had at least one orgasm.
After that we had drinks and danced nude, changing partners about three times to each song. Before long we were all getting back into the oral mood of the party, and there wasn't a limber rod in the Cave.
Leon uncorked a couple of bottles of champagne. We put the girls on the tables again, and he poured their cunts full of the cold bubbly. Most of them liked the sensation as soon as he started pouring them full, and all of them loved the way we drank it right from their furry cups. It was such fun we filled them up again and had a second drink.
Lynn, the pretty young blonde, was my champagne partner, and I loved the way she wiggled and sighed while I drank from her soft, pink cunt. She was a darling, and so sweet I felt like eating her up, bones, toenails and all. She must have really been turned on, too, because when I drank the last drop of the second measure of champagne from her delightful nest she grabbed my head and held my face tightly to her crotch.
"Keep drinking!" she whispered harshly, her fingers locking behind my head and trying to get my whole face inside her body.
At first I didn't understand, because all the champagne was gone, but I kept my mouth glued to her. I could feel her cunt sort of relax. It started to open, and the next thing I knew a warm, salty fluid gushed into my mouth.
Well, I'd never tasted that particular substance in my life, but there was no mistaking it. Little Lynn was panting raggedly and looking down at me with those excited big blue eyes of hers, holding my lips to her so tight our connection was absolutely waterproof.
"Drink it, Burt! " she gasped, lifting her pelvis to follow the involuntary jerk of my head. "Drink it all!"
We were all pretty high by then, and I was reveling in lust. Had it been anyone but Lynn pissing into my mouth, I don't know what I would have done; but as I've already said, I found her so sweet I wanted to eat her up bodily. To top it off she was terribly excited, and when a girl I'm with gets freaked out it always grabs me right in the guts. So, looking up into her wild blue eyes and blinking, I grabbed her soft buttocks and held her to me as I drank and drank and drank. The way she looked back at me with an expression of total bliss kept me swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her warm, salty urine. The little minx must have given me at least a pint, because when she quit flowing my stomach felt full and glowed with warmth.
I don't know if any of the others did what Lynn and I did or not, and I felt too depraved and ashamed to ask. My cock wilted and I slumped to the floor the instant Lynn's amazingly strong hands released my head. Feeling like the original dirty old man, I crawled under the table and lay flat on my back, gulping air to make up for the breathing I'd missed.
But Lynn was still hotter than anything. She leaped off the table and dove on top of me, her eyes wide and frantic as she French kissed me and licked my wet lips.
"Oh, Burt," she whispered. "I've never done anything like that in my life before! I don't know what came over me!"
I think I groaned, but I'm not sure.
"You darling, darling man! Now me!"
She kissed passionately down my body and took my limp rod in her mouth. She looked slightly insane as she stared up at my face and pressed her lips into the coarse hair surrounding the base of my dong.
My glans was in her throat, and the frantic expression on her soft-featured face told me what she wanted. I gave it to her. I needed to go anyway, so I just relaxed and let it loose.
Lynn moaned through her nose, backing part way off my dick and letting it fill her mouth. I've never seen such an expression as came over her sweet face. I read her emotions easily. Like I'd known, she knew it was something normal people just don't do, but also like me she was in a fit of temporary insanity and reveling in the total depravity of our extremely intimate act. I'd thought she was reeling with lust before, but it was nothing compared to the way she carried on while I pissed a virtual river into her hot little mouth.
For a minute there I was afraid Lynn had actually gone insane. She made some ungodly noises as she rapidly gulped down the stream of hot piss inundating her mouth and throat. When she'd drunk me dry, she crawled weakly on top of me and we lay under the table for nearly five minutes, neither of us saying a word.
(Incidentally, I've seen and sexed Lynn more than once since then, and we've never done that particular bit again, nor even mentioned it to each other. I know it was a onetime thing for me, done in a fit of lust, and I think it was for Lynn, too. In case you're wondering, no, I didn't regret it later. It was a spontaneous thing, a happening that hurt neither of us. To my way of thinking, life is for experiencing, and Lynn and I had a rare one -- but once was enough.)
Lynn and I crept sheepishly from under the table when Leon called drunkenly that it was time for dessert. It was also time to change partners again, and when I saw Nita coming toward me, I knew I didn't want to change. I wanted Lynn for the rest of the party, and I could see by her eyes she wanted to stay with me.
Nita is a pretty sharp gal, and I guess she noticed Lynn and I had something going between us, because she winked at us and went on past to Miguel.
Dessert turned out to be honey. Leon brought out a big pan of it, warmed and slightly thinned, and we all dipped in with our hands and began rubbing it over our partners' torsos. Lynn rubbed honey all over my buttocks and balls and cock, as well as my stomach and chest, and I packed some in her cunt and the crack of her ass, as well as all over her torso and the inner slopes of her soft thighs.
She licked the honey off me except for my cock and balls, then I started on her. Even without the honey she was sweet, but with it she was simply delicious. I licked her back and buttocks clean, then turned her around and started on her tits and belly and thighs. When I got to her cunt, she stopped me, smiling dreamily as she said:
"Let's finish together, Burt. Let's lie down on the floor and sixty-nine ... all the way."
I hadn't put any honey down her throat yet, but her voice was so sweet it sounded like I had. Unable to resist (we weren't supposed to because the party was strictly oral) I took Lynn in my arms and kissed her, crouching slightly so I could get my dick into her. Her pussy was very hot and tight, and the honey I'd packed into it made it feel tighter yet.
"Oh, you darling," Lynn breathed, her big blue eyes gazing lovingly into mine as I worked my prick slowly in and out of her sticky-sweet cunt. "If Karl ever gets sent overseas where I can't go, I'm coming to live with you and Willa!"
"I don't know what Willa would think about that," I told her. "But I'd love it. God, you're sweet! "
"Ohhh.. . oh, you, too!" she moaned, backing off me and dropping to her knees.
She pushed my legs apart and put her head between them, then open her mouth wide and took both my honey-covered nuts inside her mouth, sucking tenderly and sighing and gazing up at me.
For a moment I just stood there, letting her tongue lap over my balls and loving it. It got too sweet to endure, and I swung around with my scrotum still in her mouth, easing her to the floor on her back and lowering myself onto her.
"Honey dick ... honey dick," Lynn moaned, slurping off my balls and grabbing my shaft.
Then she had a mouthful of sticky cock and couldn't talk any more. It didn't matter. I didn't want her talking anyway, because her mouth felt every bit as good to my throbbing rod as I'd known it would.
"Suck it, baby. . . suck it!" I rasped, and had to clamp down to keep from coming when she increased her efforts.
I grabbed her legs and bent them up alongside her body, lifting her butt a little way of the floor and spreading the honey-coated inner slopes of her buttocks. Like a starving man, I licked the honey from the crack of her ass till every sticky drop of it was gone, letting my tongue flip back and forth over her rosebud anus each time it passed it. Lynn shuddered with delight when I formed my lips over her asshole and stuck my long tongue up her butt. I was too near orgasm to give her asshole the tonguing I'd intended. I wanted her to come with me, so I abandoned her clitless hole and covered her vulva with my mouth.
Lynn's cunt was in the true sense of the phrase a honey pot. It was full of the honey I'd wiped into it, and to make it even sweeter her vagina was copiously secreting its own natural nectar. For as long as I could hold back, I dug honey and cunt juice out of her steaming hole with my tongue till I couldn't get any more that way and had to start sucking for it. But I still didn't get it all, because when I started coming I sucked her clit into my mouth and whipped it with the tip of my tongue, pushing Lynn over the brink and carrying her into orgasm right along with me.
Damn, it was great! She shuddered and sobbed and drank down my load without losing a single drop, and all the while her body bucked spasmodically and I could feel her heart thumping wildly clear down in her cunt!
P.S.
I guess what I've written doesn't prove a damned thing, not really, but my wife and I had a ball living it, and I hope you enjoyed reading about us at least a little bit.
I'm sorry I can't give you an ending to this story, but it's about our swinging life, and that's far from over yet. In fact, although it's winter now and snow is on the ground up in Ruidoso, New Mexico, where Willa and I got seduced into swapping, we're going up there this next weekend, with a young couple who haven't tried swapping yet. We've been preparing them, though, Willa the husband, and me the pretty young wife, and I've got a feeling the four of us will spend more time together in bed than on the ski slopes.
