Sexual freedom means different things to different people. Usually, each person will consider what the word connotes, as equated against his own personal desire. And, the "freedom to swap", has been a sexual sociological phenomenon in suburbia from coast to coast.
Major novels, and motion pictures have been presented with this theme, but all too often the trauma and tragedies, that are a natural sequence to such untamed sexual activity, are ignored and overlooked.
The sensational aspects of the "swap-meets" are highlighted at the expense of the sordid side and the sad outcomes. Therefore, our story presents not only the erotic pleasures enjoyed by those who insist on "swapping" fun and games, but the terrible outcome of such philandering.
Alice Helmer loves her husband, but she also loves excitement of an erotic nature so much that she is not satisfied with the amount of sex he can offer her. Therefore, she blazes her own terrible trail of sexual misadventures in an effort to find new thrills.
As she chases through one bedroom after another, she learns new sexual techniques and excitement with every new passionate encounter. More and more, she finds her husband less appealing, and from "dullsville sexually" as she put it tersely.
Finally, she makes an extraordinary demand upon her husband. She decides she wants a handsome new male employee, caring not a whit that the man is a newly married member of his staff, who is fast and efficient on his job, and doesn't care to "play around."
Headstrong, and willful, Alice demands more raw sex-and gets it. But what she doesn't count on getting is heartbreak, and emotional suffering. However, as night follows day, this comes along naturally, as a swapping bonus, she learns too late!
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Alice looked at her husband as he began dressing.
"Don't you ever get tired of going to work every day?" she asked him.
Phillip looked at his beautiful, blonde wife and smiled at her.
"Of course, I do some days," he said, "maybe you'd like to work too if you're getting bored honey. You ought to find some work to busy yourself with."
"There's plenty of monotonous work to do around this house," Alice insisted. "Come back here."
Reaching up she let her hand slide under his shorts.
"Not now, honey," he objected, "I've got to get to work."
"Don't you love me?" she asked him.
"Sure I love you, baby," he smiled, "but this early in the morning, no."
She got the point and it really got her uptight.
"You know what I need is a good man to dominate me in bed," she said evenly.
"What you need is to go get fucked," he said, "you lie on your ass when I need somebody out there in the kitchen to make me breakfast. Why should I go out and knock my brains out for you when you won't even get up and get me breakfast?"
Saying no more, Phillip buttoned up his shirt and walked out of the bedroom. As she looked at him, she really was angry. However, she decided that she would lie in bed and say nothing until she heard him leave. Then she would call her girlfriend who had told her about her wild affair. She calculated that what she really needed was good sex. After Phillip had gone, she got on the phone and called up her girlfriend, Terry.
"Terry," she began, "how are you?"
"Okay, doll," she said, "I had another good night with him."
"Still stepping out," she chuckled.
"Yes, baby doll," she said, "and you're a fool if you don't. If Phillip doesn't want to take care of you the way he should, you should find someone who can. It isn't fair for you to deprive yourself of what you need physically and emotionally."
"I know you're right," she said, "and it really burns the hell out of me to think about it."
"Well, I should think it would," she said quickly. "You're a young woman full of life and you deserve someone who could love you. It's a shame you don't have a better lover in Phillip."
"Did he do that?" Alice asked Terry.
"You mean go down on me?" Terry laughed.
"Yes," Alice said, eager to hear a description of how Terry's lover had performed.
"He always goes down on me," she laughed, "sometimes that's the way he makes it and other times it's just a preliminary. But you can be sure he loves to do that."
"Tell me about it, Terry," Alice begged.
"Oh it isn't right for me to discuss every detail of this," she laughed.
"Yes, it is," she said, "go ahead."
"Well, alright," she said. "He likes to have me strip and then he uses his hands on my breasts. The next thing I know his tongue is licking all over the nipples. I really love it when I feel his teeth nibbling on my breasts. Then, I flip out when I feel that tongue sliding into my pussy. It's a fantastic excitement like you'd never believe."
"Well, I get bored with Phillip," she complained, "and if I would ever step out he would really give me trouble."
"It's a shame that he's that way," she said. "Perhaps the solution for your Phillip is some swapping."
"Swapping?" she asked. "How do you get involved that way," she asked.
"Well simple dear," she said, "you go to the underground newspaper."
"Oh, I've seen them, at the corner," she said.
"Of course you have. Swapping is real big in New York. I have friends that have come all the way from Brooklyn to Manhattan just to swap with me and my husband."
"But you carry on, on the side too, don't you?" Alice asked Terry casually.
"Yes, I do," she said, "and I don't see anything wrong with it. For years, Harold was playing around, now, I'm evening a few scores. We've been liberated or didn't you know?" Terry laughed.
"Terry you're terrible," Alice told her frankly.
"I guess I am," she said, "but I'm also delicious, my lovers tell me."
"Do they really go down on you with their tongue and lick you there until you, you know what?"
"That's it," Terry told her, "and it's just beautiful. Of course, turn-about is fair play and I have to go down on my lover and do him. We 69 a lot."
"69?" she asked, "what's that?"
"You're not much for numbers, are you, darling?" she laughed. "69 is when you're doing him while he is doing you. Fair exchange!"
"I've got to do something, so play it cool," Terry told her.
"Don't worry," she said, "with my Phillip I have been playing it cool all the time."
It was really beginning to bug Alice that she wasn't getting the love she deserved. She hastily took a shower and got dressed and went down to the corner. She decided that she would have coffee while she looked at the ads in the underground paper. She picked it up and flipped as she turned the pages. One poem really grabbed her.
"Roses are red, violets are blue, I would like to suck and so will you."
It seemed to hit her right between the eyes for it was oral sex that turned her on. She could just imagine what it would be like to have a hot-blooded young stud slipping his tongue between her vagina lips. The thought of it really grabbed her. The waitress who served her coffee noticed her reading the underground paper.
"That's some newspaper," she quipped.
"Well, it's rather different," she said.
"You bet your ass it is, honey," she said, "those papers really are dirty."
"I wouldn't say that," Alice insisted. Then something really struck her. She saw an ad that placed the very thing that she wanted in her potentials. "Hot-blooded male seeks sex with a gorgeous wife. I am willing to swap my wife if you are willing to swap yours."
She decided that this is what she was going to speak to Phillip about that night. All day long she thought about it. When Phillip came home that evening she fixed him a good meal, and following dinner confronted him with her idea.
"Honey," Alice smiled at Phillip, "I was reading a rather interesting newspaper today."
"I'm tired of reading newspapers," he said, "if the stocks aren't going down the meat prices are going up. If it isn't Watergate it's investigating Agnew. I've had it."
"Well, there's one newspaper that is full of good news."
She handed him the underground newspaper.
"What in blazes are you doing reading this?" he demanded.
"Well, sweetheart," she said, "I have to have some communication."
"Well, you're not going to get it in this rag," he said angrily. "Just look at that dirty poem."
"Which one?" she asked him.
"This one here," he said, "Roses are red, violets are blue, I would like to suck and so will you."
"I've been meaning to talk to you about our sexual life, Phillip," she said, "and now that you've read that poem it makes me want to talk to you about it all the more."
"What on earth are you concerned about?" he asked.
"I'm concerned about us," she said. "I'm sick and tired of this traditional face to face fucking."
"What do you want me to do, slip my cock in your mouth?"
"Not a bad idea, darling," she said, "providing you slip your tongue in my pussy."
"Out of the question," he said, "and it isn't a very nice thing to be talking about at the table."
"Well, we finished eating," she observed.
"Yes," he said, "but it's too near dinner to be talking about sex like that. I might need a vomit bag."
Alice acting completely undisturbed, got up, walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a plastic bag.
"Would this size do, honey," she asked.
"Come on, Alice," he objected, "you're being bitchy."
"I'm trying to be helpful," she said, "you know you don't look good. You look rather tense."
"Well, I am," he said, "if you had to work for a living like I do, you'd be tense too. Instead you sit on your ass and call up that worthless little screw, and God knows what you talk about all day. This house doesn't stay clean."
"You never did hire a girl to help me clean. You said you would."
"I'm sorry," he said quickly.
"Don't apologize," she said, "you don't have the money to have anyone help me. That is a fact of life I have to accept. But sexually speaking I think we ought to swap with someone."
"Swap?" he said, "what in hell are you talking about."
"A little swap meet I would like to arrange," she laughed.
"Well, I'm not interested," he objected.
"Why not?" she said, "are you afraid the competition is too keen?"
That made him bristle.
"You are goading me," he said angrily, "ever since I got up this morning you've been a headache to me."
"Have I really," she smiled, "what's got you so uptight?"
"I would rather not discuss my problems at business with you," he said.
Phillip got up from the table and went into the living room and stretched out. As he lay there she thought maybe she could seduce him into action.
"Are you real tense, honey?" she said.
"Yes," he said, "I would like to go get a good body massage but I'm afraid if I did, one of those dames would make a pitch for sex and I'm so exhausted I wouldn't care to shove it to her."
"I see," Alice said nervously. "Your morals are based on your energy. If you weren't so beat then you would love to sling it to her."
"I didn't say that," he objected, as he saw how his wife could twist his words to what she wanted.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "it's a little misunderstanding."
He glared at her at this point.
"No misunderstanding, honey," he said, "you know as well as I do that you were trying to be bitchy and difficult."
"Now, now, Phillip," she said, "would I be difficult."
"You bet you would," he said.
Suddenly an idea seized her.
"Honey," she suggested eagerly, "I have a beautiful idea. Why don't we do this? You go into the bedroom and take off all of your clothes."
He looked at her as if he would jump down her throat.
"Then take a nice hot bath. Follow this up with a cold brisk shower and I will give you a nice body massage such as I have had when I go to the women's gym."
"Alright," he agreed, "but no sex. Understand?"
"Of course, I understand, dear," she said.
She was really getting burned up to think of what she had to put up with. However, she realized she better not make too big a fuss, after all he did pay the bills. She was delighted and happy that he was doing as she told him to. He took off his clothes and got in the bathtub. Then she went in and started washing him.
"Oh, that feels so good," he said, as he felt her hands washing his testicles.
"I hope you don't mind me fondling them," she said.
"No," he admitted, "I must say I enjoy it."
"Good," she said.
When she had finished, he had an erection. It surprised him that he would become erect.
He had made such a big fuss about her not exciting him that now he didn't know what to say. Alice immediately picked up on what she should do. She should play hard to get, she knew. Going out of the room, she decided that she would give him a taste of his own medicine. As she walked away, he called after her.
"Where are you going honey?" he demanded.
"Oh, just out here," she said, "I want to get ready for your massage."
He gulped as he thought about how difficult he could be at times. Actually the harder he got the more exciting the idea of sex was. However, he couldn't admit to it. It didn't take her long to get everything working.
"Sweetheart," he called to her, "I want to ask you something."
"Yes, dear," she called back.
"Oh, never mind."
When she got in there she could see his giant size cock was ready for action. However, insomuch as he had been so completely difficult she had made up her mind that she was not going to give him the satisfaction that he sought.
"Was there something I could help you with?" she smiled.
"No, honey," he said, "it's alright."
She knew of course, that it wasn't alright but that was what intrigued her. Giving him a dose of his own medicine.
"Baby," she said, "you are so beautiful."
"Well, I'm glad you think so, darling," he smiled at her.
She made it a point to teach him a thing or two. He then got so eager for action he told her, "Why don't you undress, honey."
"Why should I, Phillip?" she said, "you said that you didn't want anything to do with me sexually tonight. You said you were too tired."
"I don't really feel tired anymore," he said eagerly.
"Well, maybe I'm not in the mood for it."
"In the mood for it?" Phillip shouted back. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, it comes in waves, honey," she explained, "sometimes I feel like a good fuck, and sometimes I don't."
Phillip realized that she was getting even and it burned him up. But he realized that he had been difficult and he couldn't do much about it at this point.
He got into the shower and the cool water helped him. Then he dried off and came back to the bedroom. Enticingly he flipped the towel about his body displaying his still hard penis. Alice disappointed him by not paying any attention.
"Now, I'll help you," she said.
He got on the bed and she quickly sat on the edge of the bed and began stroking his back with oil.
"Keep that up," he begged, "that's great!"
The pleasure was building and building.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "do that darling."
Her hot, eager hands slipped sensuously down between the asscheeks. Then she massaged the prostate gland just the way he liked it.
"Oh, keep that up," he panted. "Do me, darling."
Suddenly, as she gained enormous pleasure from her breasts crushing down on his asscheeks, she decided that she would do something different. She let her hot tongue lap up the oil on his ass.
"You're wild," he smiled, "you are an absolutely wild wife. I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a lover like you."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. He was getting hotter and hotter.
"Oh, wow, baby," Phillip gasped excitedly. "Would you please do me?"
At this point he turned over and he thrust his giant sized penis in her face.
"Run that between your breasts, honey," he said.
Alice did that. The giant-sized cock slid smoothly between her breasts. Pressing in on her breasts she massaged his penis.
"Oh, that's wild," he panted, "I love it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it."
"This is going to feel real good," she said.
Now, her hands were gingerly moving about his asscheeks.
"Oh, Alice that feels good," Phillip told his wife.
"I hope I'm not exciting you dear, that would never do."
"Now, honey," he caressed with his voice, "make love to me."
"Why no," she said, "that wouldn't be right."
"You know just how to rub me," he said, "your hands really hit the spot. That's it, baby, do it."
The pleasure was building every moment now. Suddenly, she decided she would try something different.
"I've got a great idea," Alice suggested.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I'll tell you after I take off my clothes," she smiled, enjoying keeping him in suspense.
Carefully she removed her clothes. Then he got a load of her naked body. She was pouring oil all over her breasts.
"What are you going to do, honey," he smiled, curious to know what his wife was up to next.
"I'll tell you," she said, "we are going to have some fun."
Bending over now", she let her breasts crush down on his asscheeks.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he panted, "yes, baby, I like it."
He was going out of his mind with pleasure as she carefully pressed her oiled breasts all over his ass.
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I like. Oh, honey, that's wild!"
Every moment was more exciting.
"I love it, baby," he panted, "there is electricity in that cock."
Now she was eager to let her tongue lap at it.
"Do me, honey," he suggested quickly.
She had Phillip where she wanted him and he wasn't going to get off that easy. She continued massaging his cock with her breasts saying nothing about what he had asked for.
"Honey," he complained, "I want you to do me.
"Alright," she said, "I'll do you on one condition."
"Condition," he asked.
"Yes," she told him, "I want to know that you are going to give me what I want."
"And what's that?" he asked. "I'll tell you," she said eagerly, "I want you to eat my pussy."
"I never ate pussy before," her husband explained.
"Well, it's about time you did," she said. "What good is your tongue if you don't use it?"
"Now, baby," he said, "some men just dig having a woman push their muff in their face. I'm not one of them."
"Well, you're going to learn to be," she said, "if you expect me to take care of you that way."
"You're being difficult," he complained.
"Oh, no I'm not," she shouted back. "I'm being fair. What's good for me to do to you is good for you to do to me."
"You're making it awfully complicated," he said. "I'm not quite sure I understand."
"You want me to draw you a picture?" she said indignantly.
"Now, now, honey," he said, "don't be difficult."
"I mean it Phillip," Alice said anxiously, "I've used a lot of creativity in my fucking and sucking with you."
"Oh, you do it just like magic," he said, "but baby, remember it's different. I just don't like doing that."
"Do you want me to give you a blow job?" she finally asked bluntly.
"Well," he agreed, "yes."
"I thought so," she said seizing his giant-sized penis in her hand and squeezing it as she let her other hand reach down to toy with his testicles.
"Alright," he agreed, as the pleasure grew every second.
At this point her mouth slid down over the head of the shaft.
"That's it, honey," he told her, "do it."
Now the pleasure was increasing every second.
"Oh," he panted, "that's wild. Keep it going, baby."
Now, he was really enjoying it.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her. "I sure enjoy it. I love it."
As her lips fastened on his shaft, he became more and more excited. His hands reached out to grip her head and guide her.
"That's it, baby," he panted, "do it!"
She licked away quickly and he became more excited every moment.
"Oh," he panted, "that's what I want, wife. Oh, ah, yes let me feel it reach to the back of the throat. That's it, baby, oh, that's it. Oh, yes!"
The super sensations were flooding through him now. They were almost more than he could stand.
"Oh, baby," he said, "that's what I want you to do. Do it!"
Harder, hotter and faster he rammed it to her. He knew it wouldn't be much longer till the juice shot. He could hardly wait for this moment.
"Eat me," he panted. "Yes, yes, that's what I want. Love me, love me. Lick me. Oh, ah, that's it!"
His legs locked around Alice as he forced himself farther down her throat. At the same time, she gripped him tightly and the pleasure was mounting every wild second.
"Keep it up, darling," he panted. "Yes, yes, that's the way!"
The super sensations were flooding his body now. They made him flip out.
"Gobble, baby," he asked. "Gobble my juice!"
She loved hearing Phillip getting stimulated and excited. Opening her eyes she enjoyed the sight of moving back and forth on the hard, shiny rod.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's it!"
Suddenly she felt him beginning to juice. At the first taste of his juice on her tongue tip, she was fascinated and turned on.
"Oh," he gasped eagerly, "I'm cuming, baby. I'm cuming!"
The super sensations were flooding through her and eclipsed anything she had ever known.
"Do it, baby," he gasped excitedly, "do it."
The hot juice flooded her face.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "I'm cuming!"
As the juice spurted into her mouth, she gulped.
"Oh, yes, honey," she panted excitedly. "That's how it's done!"
The super delight that she felt at this moment was out of sight.
"Oh," Phillip gasped, as his legs locked tighter around Alice's neck.
Now, she devoured it. Then, ever so slowly she slipped her mouth off his penis. She had his asscheeks gripped in her hand and she was squeezing them.
"That, baby, is sex," he smiled. "Really wild sex."
She was on fire now and he wanted to do her but not very badly. She sensed this.
"Remember Phillip," she reminded him, "you promised me some good sex, darling."
"Later, baby," he suggested.
"Why later?" she asked.
"Because I'm bushed now, baby," he said. "You drained me."
"Drained you nothing," she said, "you've got a lot more action in your loins and I'm going to prove it to you."
"How, honey?" he asked.
Reaching for his limp penis, she slowly slipped her mouth over it.
"Now, Alice," he objected, "you've flipped out. You've no right to get down on there again. Don't go down on me, honey." He was objecting, but his penis wasn't. To his enormous surprise it was becoming rigid once more.
"Stop it," he told her. "Stop it, honey. Don't do it anymore."
"I can't help it," she told him as she slid off it.
Now he was frustrated.
"I'll leave it alone now," she grinned, as she moved her mouth away from it.
"That's not fair," he objected, "look what you've done to me. You've got me horny and hard. And you want to leave me."
"Really," she laughed, "you didn't want it did you?"
"Yes, I did," he said, "alright I get your point. You do me and I'll do you."
"It's my turn now," she said. "Now, baby," he said, "let's not get technical. My penis needs what you've got to give it. Do it."
Realizing she had made her point, she moved her mouth over his shaft and she began doing her thing once more. As her mouth moved up and down on his penis, he became more and more excited.
"That's it," he told her, "a nice good, steady rhythm. Not hard or fast, just slow and easy. But I've still got plenty of juice in those balls of mine, baby."
Alice knew that he was telling the truth. She cupped his testicles in her hand and watched as she saw them swelling. She loved the aroma of his loins and she could hardly wait for him to juice in her face.
"Oh, keep that up," he gasped excitedly. "That's it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, do it!"
The pleasure that he was obtaining from this wild sexual activity was building every second.
"Oh, darling," she panted, "this is too much."
Harder, hotter and faster he was going to town. Every second was bringing him more delight and pleasure.
"Do it, baby," he begged her. "Do it!"
The super sensations that were flooding through her now as she waited eagerly for his second load, got to her.
"Yes, honey," he said, "that's what I like. Tickle it with the tip of your tongue."
Her tongue laved the head of his shaft. His body was vibrating with pleasure and he moaned and groaned as he turned and twisted.
"Oh," he gasped, "that's what I like. Yes, baby, yes, do it!"
It wouldn't be much longer now. She continued doing it and he was getting hornier and hornier and more eager for it with every passing moment.
"Gobble it," he begged her. "Gobble it, baby."
Applying some pressure, she got him to juice in her mouth.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, "I love that, baby. Now you're doing it."
The sensations that were going through her were more than she could believe. He'd given her the super excitement that she knew that she needed.
"Oh, yes, baby," she panted excitedly. "You know how to do it baby. You do, you do!"
No doubt about it, he was pleased with himself. He prided himself in his ability to produce pleasure in his body and now he was giving her an equal share of the pleasure that he possessed in his penis by letting her get the juice out. He gave her a taste treat and erotic thrills. Ecstasy surged over the both of them as she swallowed him up.
"Ohh," he panted, "yes, baby, yes!"
His legs locked around her as he finished juicing in her face.
When she had finished this time she moved her mouth off slowly and lay back. He loved the sight of her breasts bobbing up and down as she breathed heavily.
"You're a sight for sore balls, baby," he grinned.
"You're quite a stud," she told him.
"Maybe I am," he said, "maybe I have been rather ridiculous not to go along with some of your sex ideas."
"Well, I always said you were rather narrow-minded about sex, honey."
"I guess I am," he said. "I always thought it was going overboard."
"You mean to have me go down on you and you go down on me?"
"That's right," he said, "I thought it was just too far out. Things that kids did in back seats of cars at drive-in movies."
"No, Phillip," she said, "people are doing it all over nowadays. If you had read any of the reports that have been taken on sex you would know that in some cases, 80 to 90% of the young people are doing it this way."
"Well, I did read something about going to one of those clinics," he explained, "to get rid of inhibitions."
"Why, Phillip," she said, "would you consider going to a clinic when I'm here?"
"Well, not with your hot mouth, honey," he laughed. "I wouldn't need to go to any clinic would I?"
"Of course not, darling," she said, "clinic talk is absurd. I can give you all of the pleasure you need."
"You do have a beautiful body," he said. "I have never complained about your pussy, honey. It's nice and tight."
"And it tastes good too," she reminded him.
"I'll find out in a minute, baby," he said.
"Don't make it too long a minute," she said, " 'cause my pussy is on fire."
"Well, I'll have to go down there and put the fire out, baby."
"Would you like a drink," she asked him thinking it might break the ice.
"It might help, honey," he said. "I'm a little nervous at getting involved."
"Well, I think it's a good idea. I want you to go at it with all of your heart and with that tongue really stabbing in me."
"You sound like you've done it before, Alice," he said.
"I never have, honey," she said. "But I've thought a lot about it and once imagination gets going it really turns you on."
"Alright," he agreed, "we'll drink to a good time eating your pussy."
She moved to the kitchen to get some ice cubes and a bottle of bourbon. She didn't want to wait long for finally she had gotten Phillip to the point where he would agree to do as she desired so passionately.
CHAPTER TWO
Alice was eager for her husband to take care of her and it bothered her no end that she had so much difficulty in getting him to do what she wanted him to do.
"Phillip, darling," she smiled at him after he had had a couple of drinks, "are you ready, honey?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," he said. "That's a nice attitude," she said in a clipped tone.
"Honey, you should be grateful," she added.
"For what?" he asked.
"For me," she said quickly, "for me being willing to have you eat me."
"Well, I like that," he said, "here I am willing to give you what you want and you are making a big thing of it."
"I'm not making a big thing of it at all," Alice complained, "but I think people should be free to enjoy sex. And judging from the way you're acting, honey," she said nervously, "you don't want to take care of me like I took care of you."
"Oh, alright, alright," he complained, "what position do you want me in? Do you want me to go down on your pussy, or do you want to shove your pussy in my face?"
"Which way would you prefer, honey?" she asked in a sweet voice.
"I would prefer not doing it at all," he said.
"That's nice," she said, "I think I would like to shove it in your face."
"That's what I was afraid of," he said.
"You have just a delightful sense of humor dear," she said quickly. "Now, baby, get ready for it because I'm going to give it to you."
She meant what she said for she had him pinned down on the bed under her legs. As she straddled him, she said, "You should be massaging my ass, honey."
"Alright," he agreed.
"How do you want to do it?" he said. "I'm new at this."
"New my ass," she complained, "I'll bet you've done this plenty. There's that little charmer, Laura, at the office. Judging from the way you look at her, I think you've had something to do with her."
"Now, baby," he laughed, "you have the wrong idea."
"Do I?" she smiled.
It wasn't going to take much longer now. He was ready and so was she.
Grasping her ass, he pulled his wife tight to his mouth. He let his tongue slide over the slit and then, he began producing a friction with his tongue as he whipped it back and forth across her clitoris.
"Oh, keep that up, baby," she panted, "that is really tremendous. That's it. Oh, baby, you're driving me wild. Lick it."
He was building up a steady, smooth rhythm with every stroke and she was loving it more every second.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "that's beautiful. Do it."
She was really loving at as he was really going in there now.
"Oh, wow!" she panted.
The pleasure was building more intensely each moment. His hot tongue swept from side to side in her velvety vagina and she quivered with pleasure.
"Oh," she panted, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes, that is wild!"
Faster and faster his hot tongue stabbed inside her and she was becoming more and more intensely excited with every movement.
"Keep it up," she begged, "I did you. Now you give me some gratification."
His hands were adding to the pleasure. She had him reaching now for her breasts as she wanted them titillated and excited too.
"Come on, honey," she begged, "play with my nipples. That's right. Pinch them with your fingertips."
Phillip was pinching Alice's erect nipples as the excitement built within her body.
"Yes, honey," he told her, "I want that."
She was turned on and excited. Every second was becoming more beautiful as the stimulation exerted by her husband's mouth, his tongue, and his smooth rhythm that he was producing, sent electrical waves of pleasure up and down her back.
"Oh, honey," she panted, "you don't know what you're doing to me. I love that. Keep it up!"
The pleasure was mounting now every second.
"Fuck baby," he told her. "Fuck it."
She was amazed that he was as eager for it now as he was. Yet, it was obvious that Phillip had turned on. He had taken time out from his tongue stabbing action to tell her to push herself at him. With a push forward, she gave him what he asked for.
"That's it," she panted, "way back there. Oh, lick me!"
The hot licking sensations that were being produced as he ate her pussy really stimulated her.
"Oh," she gasped now, "love me. Love me!"
Suddenly, the pleasure was almost more than she could bear and she felt herself juicing.
"Oh, I'm cuming," she moaned.
Phillip could taste his wife for the first time and he was surprised what a pleasurable surprise it was.
"Eat it," she panted excitedly, "eat it!"
He was happy to accommodate her. The sensations that the tongue had produced within her vagina had given her a new lease on her love for Phillip. Apparently, he was a very good lover. He could be stimulating when he wanted to. Finally he pulled his tongue out of her and smiled at her. His hands released her breasts and he glanced up at her for appreciation.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "you were beautiful."
"Well, I'm glad to know that," he said. "Now, baby," she said, "I think it would really be fun if we had a little swapping." He glared at her.
"What's wrong with me?" he asked nervously.
"Oh, nothing baby," she assured him, "nothing at all. But I think it would be fun for both of us if we had some outside action."
"You mean I'm not good enough for you?" he asked.
"Now, Phillip love," Alice consoled his ego quickly, "it isn't that. But in other cultures, people do different things."
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"Well, darling," she said, "in the French culture for instance, French women often have another man, so I've heard. And men are happy that way. Also the men have mistresses. It is something that they don't discuss but they both recognize the importance of a little variety."
"Variety?" he asked his wife angrily.
"Yes, darling," she said softly, "isn't variety the spice of life?"
"Well, as far as I'm concerned," Phillip told his wife, "I'm not interested in playing around. I'm happy with you, honey, and I would appreciate it very much if you would try to be happy with me."
"It isn't that I'm not happy with you, darling," she said, "but I think a truly sophisticated marriage deserves swapping."
"I'm afraid that you've been dealing with that girlfriend of yours and listening to her. Haven't you?"
"Who?" she asked.
"You know who," he told her quickly, "that girl named Terry. The girl you met at the bridge club where you said she was drinking about 10 drinks."
"Oh, Terry does get turned on sometimes and drink a bit too much but I think that she does have the right idea when it comes to sex."
"In other words," he said, "you think that it is alright to have sex with someone outside of your home and you expect me to accept you."
"No," she said, "it isn't that at all. It is just this. I think we would enjoy a little variety."
"Alright," he agreed, "if it means that much to you, baby, I'll find another guy and I hope that you get what you want."
"I will," she smiled.
"Do you have anyone particular in mind?" he asked her.
"Well, now that you mention it," she said, "I did have someone in mind."
"Who?" he asked.
"Honey, I got one of those underground newspapers," she laughed.
"Don't tell me you're answering ads in one of those rags?" he demanded.
"Yes," she said, "it seemed rather exciting to me. This guy said that he would be willing to trade his wife if a man would be willing to let his woman have sex with him. He even said how long he was."
"How long was he?" he asked quickly.
"10 inches," she said evenly.
"And I'm only 8 1/2," he said, "I see what it is. You don't want to let anything slip by you, do you? You want to have that other inch-and-a-half. Well, if another inch-and-a-half of a penis means that much to you, go after him. Forget me."
"Now, now," she consoled him, "you've got the wrong idea."
"Wrong idea, nothing," he told her. "I'm on to you."
"Look, honey," she said, "I don't like your attitude."
"Relax."
"Maybe you've got someone at work I would enjoy having sex with."
"Well, there was that new fellow," she said, "and he did look terribly appealing."
"You mean, Dave?"
"Yes," she said, "Dave and he has that cute little wife, Jan."
"Well, I don't think Dave is about to let me ball Jan," Phillip told his wife.
"Well, honey," she reminded him, "aren't you the boss?"
"Yes, I'm the boss," he said, "but what kind of a character would I be if I had a guy on the line telling him that I would not let him stay on unless I got a chance to fuck his wife?"
"Why not?" she teased.
"You're awful," he said.
"I'm awfully inventive," she smiled.
"You disgust me," he said, "I don't know why I ever married you."
"Because you loved me," she said, "don't you remember? You said you loved me."
"I do love you, baby. I love you too much."
"No, you don't," she insisted, "or you would sacrifice some of your sex views for my pleasure."
"You're asking an awful lot."
"No, I'm not."
It was becoming increasingly obvious to him that his wife had psychological needs that he couldn't understand. Yet, he hated to deprive her of anything that he thought she wanted that much.
"Alright," he said, "I will suggest something. But if I get the idea that Dave doesn't want to share Jan, then I'm not going to make an issue of it."
"You'd be surprised," she said, "we are the ones that are old-fashioned. Young people are doing it and enjoying it."
"I'll find out," he said.
The following day at the office was a difficult one for Phillip. He had promised his wife that he would do his best to give her what she wanted and when his new employee, Dave, walked in, it upset him.
"Did you want to see me, boss?" Dave asked.
Phillip glanced up at the rugged young man and his intense brown eyes as he stared at him, upset him.
"What is it?" he said.
"Dave," he said, "how long have you been married?"
"A little over a year."
"How do you and Jan get along?" he asked.
"Well, fine," he said, "just fine."
"Well, I'm having a little difficulty with my wife," he explained.
"Difficulty," he asked, "what kind of difficulty?"
"I'll tell you," he said abruptly. "She is being completely impossible. She wants me to carry on like a teenager."
"Well, good for her," Dave laughed. "She's quite a beautiful woman. I've noticed Alice when she's come down to see you."
That lit a spark in his imagination. He realized that Dave's youthful wife was a knockout and his heart pounded rapidly as he thought about the pleasure he would have, having sex with her.
"To put it bluntly," he told him, "my wife wants to swap with you."
"Swap?" Dave said, "why not?"
"You mean you're not offended?" he asked quickly.
"Offended," he laughed, "why the hell should I be? I get tired of balling my wife. Sure we've been married a year but that can be a long time. After all variety is the spice of life."
"That's funny," Phillip smiled, "that's exactly what my wife said. Apparently you think in the same track she does."
"Your old lady has the right idea," he chuckled, "and I would give my right ball up to here to have her."
"Your wish shall be granted," Phillip smiled, "and you won't have to make such a great sacrifice. However, there is one drawback. I get to ball Jan."
"Beautiful," Dave chuckled, "Jan would love it. We've been going to these swap meets for quite a few months now."
"You mean you already have been going out for this kind of sex?" Phillip asked in shock.
"Why yes," he said, "do you think that we are going to carry on just by ourselves? I believe people should share sex. What's wrong with that?"
Phillip was seeing a whole new pattern of ideas surfacing and it was bugging him.
"I just can't get used to it," he said quietly, "it just doesn't seem right."
"Why not?" David grinned. "Right is what people want to make it. That's the way I look at it. I think it's great to have fun with the body. And, I think you will enjoy Jan."
"When do we get together?" young David asked him.
"Well, don't you have to ask your wife first?" his employer cautioned him.
"Not at all," he grinned, "she'll go for it and in a big way, too. She gives great blow jobs."
"I like that," Phillip said quietly, "it's a great sensation."
"Doesn't it feel fantastic," he laughed, "when you slip that big hunk of meat into her mouth and watch it glide down her throat?"
"You know it," he said, "it is a wild sensation."
"I'm quite a tongue artist," Dave prided himself. He opened his mouth and wiggled his tongue in the air.
"Well, my wife told me she needed a pussy eater," he said, "and I guess you're just what the doctor ordered."
"The sex doctor, huh."
It was becoming easier and easier for Phillip to loosen up.
"I'm glad I had this talk with you David," he said.
"Well, so am I," David said. "I think it's a great idea."
"When can I verify?" Phillip said.
"Well, just to show you," he said, "I'll call my wife from here and I'll lay you 8 to 10 that she will be as eager as I am to join in."
"Alright," he agreed.
Now Dave was reaching for the phone and dialing his home number. He waited for her response.
"Hi honey," he began.
"What are you calling me this time of day for?" Janet said.
"Did I interrupt anything?" he asked.
"No," she said, "just the usual monotony of house cleaning."
"Oh, I'm sorry to have pulled you away from it," he said, "and baby, if you knew what I had to say you'd be glad."
"Get it off your chest, honey," she said, "I'm curious."
"I've had an offer for the two of us to swap."
"Who with?" she asked quietly.
"The boss and his wife," he answered.
"Oh," she said, "that doesn't sound bad. I like Phillip."
"Is it okay then?" he demanded.
"Of course it is, honey," she said. "You know how much I enjoy sex."
"Good," he said, "let's get together."
Now Jan was stimulated for the idea and she could hardly wait to get into the act. Also Phillip was eager to get into her pussy with his tongue and his penis.
"What did she say? What did she say?" Phillip asked eagerly.
"She said it would be a ball," he said.
"Great," he replied.
Now, Phillip thought it would be a good idea to call up his wife and confirm for Saturday night. He dialed and waited for her to answer. Finally she did.
"Hi Alice," he began. "Guess what?"
"What, darling," she said eagerly, "some good news?"
"Bet your sweet ass it is," he said. "I got a little party set up for Saturday night. My good looking, young helper here is eager to have sex with you and he is just as delighted to bring his wife. David, says that he has been to these swap meets before and they're a lot of fun. So I guess that as long as he doesn't mind and his wife doesn't mind, we'll have us a ball."
"Great," she said, "what time?"
Covering his hand over the phone, he looked at Dave.
"She wants to know what would be a good time?" he asked.
"Oh, 10 o'clock," he suggested. "10 o'clock, honey," he told her. "Is that okay?"
"That would be a good time," she said. As the two men looked at each other, they laughed.
"I never thought I would be asking you for this favor," he said.
"But you are, aren't you?" he laughed.
"Yes, David I am and I'm grateful. Frankly it was my wife's idea. I've been satisfied not to play around. I have so much work that I don't have much time for play."
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," Dave told him with a laugh.
"I guess you're right," he said.
The two of them understood each other perfectly. Now, they were eager to get together.
"You know," he said, "we can really have a wonderful time. It is up to us, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," Dave said. "The important thing is that you don't get jealous."
"Me jealous?" Phillip asked, "now why would you say that?"
"Because I've been to these swap meets before," he said, "and I've seen things happen."
"You've got to be kidding," Phillip said, "if a guy is willing to offer his wife, why should he get uptight? Especially when he is getting a nice piece of pussy in exchange."
"It doesn't always work that way," Dave explained. "Sometimes the best laid plans of men and mice go wrong. Do you understand what I mean?"
Judging from the serious way David was addressing him, Phillip asked for more insight into how he was thinking.
"I don't know whether I read you or not," he said.
"Well, I'll help you," he told him. "Go ahead." Dave continued.
"Well, one night I went to a swap meet and I thought everything was fine. This friend of mine had invited me over to fuck his wife. So I took him up on it. Her name was Gilda. She was a gorgeous redhead. Had a shaved box, I'll never forget that. Well, Gilda and I were really going to town. She was fucking me like I have never been fucked before. I was lying back on the bed and Gilda liked to straddle me. Straddle me with her back facing me. She got a big bang out of it when a guy would reach up and grab her beautiful breasts and stab her ass from the backside angle. Not, ass fucking. No, but a back approach."
"I read you," Phillip said, "I wasn't born yesterday."
"Well, when we were in the middle of this wild fuck, who should walk in but her husband."
"That's absurd," Phillip said, "your wife was with him, right?"
"Right," he nodded, "but that wasn't enough. He wanted his wife too. What he wanted was a harem."
"I see," he said, "one of those sexual malcontents."
"Precisely," David went on, "and it got grim. I mean grim. He came in there with a gun and pistol-whipped her breasts. He pulled her off my penis and kicked her on the floor. I wasn't going to let the bastard get by with it. I leaped off the bed and grabbed him from his wife. I gave him a few socks and when I landed one in his gut, he winced in pain and came back to reality. It could have ended in tragedy because I could see that he had the gun loaded."
"That was a close call, wasn't it?" Phillip said sadly.
"Much too close," Dave admitted.
"Well, I don't have any of that jealousy surging through me," Phillip assured him. "And I don't have a gun in the house."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Dave said, "because that's the main thing I worry about. Especially some of you older men who were brought up to believe that your wife should be loyal."
"I was brought up to believe that," he admitted, "but I was also brought up to believe that it was okay if I did a little catting around."
"It's a funny thing," David observed, "this sexual hypocrisy has run rampant around the world, hasn't it?"
"You bet it has," he admitted.
Phillip questioned David once more.
"Now, David," he told him, "I don't want you to feel obligated."
"What do you mean?" David asked.
"Well, just because I'm your boss I don't want you to think that I'm forcing you to let me fuck your wife. I don't want you to think that your job is dependent on Jan's pussy."
"I've never looked at it that way," Dave said. "If I was I could always look on it this way. I could say that it was my penis that was going to keep my position. That your wife had the hots for my balls and she wanted to go down there between my legs and lick my cock and lick my balls and have some action."
"Well," Phillip said, "it isn't putting your job on the line that she is interested in. It's sex with you. I guess you've turned her on."
"Alice has turned me on," he chuckled.
"That's good," Phillip smiled, "because we certainly want you to enjoy yourself. We want you to be completely uninhibited. Of course, we'll expect both of you to take off all of your clothes and to enjoy a little drink with us. Now, we don't want to be loud-mouthed drunks, nor do we want to drink so much and not enjoy our sex. I guess the important thing is balance and moderation."
"That's true," Dave said, "a couple of drinks to loosen up is usually all a person needs."
"I guess you're right," Phillip told him. "The other night I did have a couple of drinks and I was amazed at how it did loosen me up. Then for the first time in my life I went down and ate my wife's pussy."
"That's awful," he said, "you should have been doing that all along."
He looked at David startled.
"You mean you've been going down on your wife ever since you got married?"
"Sure, doesn't everybody?" he asked casually. "And I wouldn't know what to do if she wouldn't give me a blow job. That's just another way to make it. A lot of times, she just does it a minute or two and then I slip it to her. But it is a great prelude. It's such an intimate connection."
"I know it is," he commented, "and I am glad that I have had the guts to get involved like that. I guess I'm keeping up with the times. But this sex party business is all new to me. Swapping was always something that people did in suburbia that I had not associated with."
"Now you do," he grinned.
"Right on," Phillip said.
David looked at him another moment.
"Is that all, boss," he said.
"For right now," Phillip nodded.
The moment that David was gone, Phillip picked up the phone. He was eager to tell his wife all that he had discovered.
"Hi, honey," he began when he got her on the phone.
"I was just going out to the store, darling," she said, "what is it?"
"I had the most enlightening conversation with an employee about sex that I ever had."
"What did he tell you?" she asked.
"He had this to say," he explained, "that his wife and he have been having wild sex times together ever since they were married and he says they both dig sex parties. Isn't that wild?"
"I told you, darling," she said, "that there are big thrills if you'll let yourself go. You've always been such a puritan. Now, baby, I ask you. Didn't you enjoy going down on me?"
"Yes I did," he said.
"Well, honey," she confided, "I really enjoyed going down on you. It was a lot of fun to kiss your penis, to lick your balls and to get that juice."
"You did get a lot out of it," he said.
"Yes," she told him, "and I swallowed it. All of it. Because it tasted good. It was sorta warm and salty."
"Honey," he said, "I don't want you to talk about it anymore. My balls are swelling as you do. Now, stop it."
"Oh, alright, honey," she said, "but when you get home from work tonight, let's have some fun."
"No," Phillip complained, "save it for Saturday night."
"Alright," she agreed, "we'll save it for Saturday night."
Phillip's wife Alice hung up the phone. She went over to the mirror and looked at herself. She wasn't bad looking but she wanted to look her very best when her husband brought David home Saturday night for sex. Now, in his office, Phillip had a lot of things to catch up on. Dave came back in the room a moment or two later and suggested with a smile. "Would your wife object if I used a French tickler?"
"What's that?" he asked.
"It slips over the head of the shaft," he explained. "It adds a little sensation. Sort of tickles it around in there."
"I think she would enjoy that very much David," Phillip assured him.
"Good," he said, "we aim to please."
"Well put, David," he grinned.
David left him alone and a new secretary marched in. She really was a nifty looking chick and dressed in spectacular pants. It got him so excited that he wished he could quit working for the day and fuck her on his desk.
"Good morning," she smiled at him.
"Good morning, baby," he grinned, "you look good enough to eat."
"Really," she said, "just these cheap little pants. Isn't it strange how a new outfit turns people on."
"Baby," he assured her, "it isn't the outfit. It's what you've poured into it."
"It does look nice, doesn't it," she grinned.
"You bet it does,' he assured her.
Now she was getting more and more excited.
"I think I had better be going now."
"If you know what's good for you, honey," he told her, "you'd better be going. I'm a horny old man who suddenly began starving for sex when he saw you."
"Why Phillip," she said, "you know you shouldn't have sex in the morning. It isn't even lunch time."
She glided out of the door leaving Phillip alone. Phillip felt strange as he thought about his sexual life. Actually he was a comparably inexperienced man sexually speaking. Now that he was coming out he was eager to make every woman in the place. Suddenly, the secretary surged back into his office.
"You know Phillip," she said, "we could always sneak off to a motel during lunch and come back. How does that grab you?"
As the new secretary said 'grab', she did just that. Reaching for Phillip's penis under his pants, she discovered that he indeed was erect.
"Stop it," Phillip objected. "We're here to work and I can't do what I want to do every minute. Of course, I want to ball you, baby," he smiled.
"I'm available," she said huskily. "With a little price tag too."
"Baby doll," Phillip told her, "I don't think your price tag would be cheap either."
"If anything is good quality it has to cost," she said her tone becoming suddenly caressing and beautiful.
"I couldn't agree more," Phillip assured her. "I just wondered if I could afford it for an hour."
"I could always reduce the rates for you," she smiled. "Because I would enjoy it too."
"You flatter me," Phillip said, "now if you would also flatter me by doing your work and typing those letters I gave you, I would be most grateful."
"Oh, yes, of course," she said. "Could you guess the name of the cologne I'm wearing?"
"I have no idea," Phillip said, "but it does arouse the animal in me."
"Good," she explained, "that's what the saleslady said."
"But it isn't just the cologne that turns me on with you, honey," Phillip assured her.
"That gives me a nice warm feeling down here, honey," she winked as she glided out the door and went to work.
Phillip licked his lips as he watched after her thinking what a delicious delicacy she would be. But, he argued with himself that he would wait for Saturday night to taste test Jan.
CHAPTER THREE
Now, Alice was busily looking forward to the weekend. She had all sorts of ideas about the good times that she would have having sex with Dave. She had long admired Dave because she knew that he was quite an athlete in college and she had become a little disgusted with her husband, Phillip. Phillip hadn't taken time out for exercise. No matter how she would tell him he persisted in his pattern. She got tired of his pot belly and his inability to give her the type of satisfaction she thought she required.
"You know honey," she said, "we ought to have some entertainment for our guests."
"Entertainment?" he asked her curiously. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I said," she said. "We can't have a party and have no action."
"What kind of action are you referring to?" he demanded.
"I'll tell you," she said, "we ought to have some motion pictures."
"I have some good travel pictures we took last summer," he smiled.
"Don't be dumb," she complained. "You're impossible. They're not interested in travel pictures at a Saturday night swap meet."
"Well, then, what type of pictures do you want, honey?" Phillip asked, worrying about what his wife wanted.
"I want those sex films," she said. "I think you will need a little sex education before you try to take care of Jan."
"Don't you worry about me," he said, "I'm sure that I can satisfy her. The problem is satisfying you. You are very difficult to please."
"That's a cop-out and you know it," she said angrily, "and I don't appreciate the dig either."
"I'm not giving you a dig, honey," he insisted. "I'm just trying to be realistic."
"Realistic, my ass," she complained.
"Now, now, baby," he warned her.
"What is troubling you, dear," she asked.
"I think you are going overboard on this."
"I don't think you care enough about pleasing me," she said angrily.
"Of course I do, honey," he said, "but I'm sick and tired of you trying to make a big issue out of having a good time in bed."
"Don't be disgusting."
"What do you mean?"
"Sex should be spontaneous," he said.
"Spontaneous, my ass," she said.
"What are you talking about, dear, is mechanical sex. I don't like that."
"Well, I'm sorry Phillip," Alice said, "but if you can't do it spontaneously then I guess you have to do it mechanically. And these films illustrate perfectly how two people can share pleasure."
"Alright, baby," he said, "I guess I won't look at them."
"Good," she told Phillip, "I bought a couple of reels at a sex boutique shop."
"Is that the way you're spending my hard-earned money?" he said.
"It's a good investment, dear," she said.
"Maybe you think so," he said, "but I still swear that I don't need any help like that."
"Of course you do," she said, "your ego gets in the way."
"I don't have much if any ego," he told her.
"That's what you think, darling," she said.
"When we first got married, you did not object to me. You accepted me. Now all you talk about is doing this and doing that. I wish you would leave it alone."
"Anything worth doing is worth doing well," Alice informed Phillip. "And I want you to learn to be good at sex."
"Thank you," he said. "I appreciate your concern over my cock. I hope my balls are big enough to please you."
She looked at him angrily.
"You are a very ungrateful bastard," Alice snapped.
"That's a nice thing to say to your husband," he told her.
"Well, it's the truth," she said nervously.
"Yes," he said, "it's-the truth as far as you are concerned. However, let me tell you something. You are going to discover once and for all that sex is not a game. You're trying to turn it into something cheap and I don't appreciate it."
"Phillip," Alice said sternly as she went over to her bar and fixed herself a drink, "I think that you were brought up as a Puritan. I don't think you really know how to enjoy your body. And I'm doing everything I know how to help you."
"You think I'm too inhibited?" he said.
"I don't only think you are," she said tightly, "I know you are."
"How can you be so sure?" he demanded.
"I'll give you a little test," she said.
At that point Alice walked over to where he was sitting, knelt down between his legs, reached up and started unzipping his fly.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Phillip demanded. "Have you flipped out, Alice?"
"No, darling," she said, "but I'm going to flip your joint out."
At that point, she reached inside his shorts and pulled out his penis. Phillip was so angry it was impossible for him to get a hard-on.
"Well, well," she said, "what a shrunken little peter."
"I'll thank you not to be making cracks about my cock," he said.
And then she bent over and let her tongue tip lash the crown of it.
"Oh, does that ever feel fantastic," Phillip said suddenly, as he leaned back and let himself enjoy what she was doing. Suddenly, he enjoyed it so much that he reached down to grip Alice's head and force her over the head of the shaft. As her mouth slid over the head of it, he felt her tongue whipping away.
"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "you really know how to do me. Do it!"
Alice had won a victory. She had removed some of the Puritanical attitude her husband possessed. And in her mind's eye she was projecting to Saturday night for this was the type of action that she wanted carried on at the party. She wanted her husband to be able to have the sexual freedom to go down on Jan's pussy and give her a wild time of it.
"Oh, eat it, baby," he panted excitedly, "like that. Oh, honey, I love it just like that!"
Now she was about there. He could hardly wait. Grabbing her head he guided her on.
"Yes, Alice baby," he panted, "that's what I dig. Just like that!"
Her hot mouth was building up such a suction. This is what he wanted.
"Oh, yes," he panted excitedly, "that's how I like it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, yes!"
The super sensations that were flooding his being at this point were really getting to him. He was twisting this way and that and his breath came short. He loved the feel of her on him that way.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "this is wild. Play with the balls too, honey."
She reached down and gripped his testicles. She massaged them. He loved the feel of it now. She tugged gently and then released.
"Oh, keep it up, honey," he panted.
She kept it up until he had his satisfaction. Then, she got to her feet and looking at her husband who was sitting there dumbfounded.
"Well, you see, Phillip dear," she explained, "this is the kind of action you needed."
"Oh, honey," he told her, "I really dug this. It's been wild."
He looked at her admiringly. Then flashes of what Jan's pussy would look like flooded into his mind.
"I wonder what David's wife will be like?" he contemplated.
"No doubt she will be beautiful, dear," she told him frankly, "and I for one hope you enjoy her."
Phillip realized that he had a most unusual wife. There didn't seem to be any of the unusual jealousy. He could hardly figure this out.
"You know, baby," he said, "you amaze me. I never thought you could be so generous."
"Generous?" she remarked, "what do you mean, dear?"
"Well, a lot of women are narrow-minded. They want a guy, completely. You aren't that way."
"Well, why should I be?" she said.
"Well, some are. Jealous and impossible."
"Well, I'm neither, dear," she laughed.
"That's the truth," he nodded.
He looked at her and she looked at him. It was as if a new dawn of understanding had come between them.
"And you know, I hope you're happy with Dave," he said.
"Now you're talking," she said. "You are learning that the principal of swapping is unselfishness."
"Maybe a lot of married men and women are terribly selfish," he admitted.
"You bet your ass they are," she said.
"And that isn't right," he said.
"It certainly isn't," she said. "As a matter-of-fact most marriages are founded on jealousy and selfishness. The guy marries this gorgeous pussy. Then wants to put a padlock on it. He wants it for all his own. He has to say 'this pussy belongs to me, and if you come near it, I'll kill you, you bastard'."
"That's about it, honey," Phillip admitted.
"Most people don't look at it honestly," she said.
"I guess they are afraid to," he said.
"Why should they be?"
"Well, their ego gets in the way. Some old guy gets a young dame and he is real proud to drape this chick on his arm. Then, he can gain all of the envy that his ego requires to make him happy."
"It is an ego game."
"Sad to say, baby, but I guess that's true."
"Of course it's true."
No doubt about it, she was delighted that her husband was beginning to mature sexually.
"Honey, I'll get you those movies," he said.
"Good, darling," she told Phillip.
"I think that you are right when you say that anything that a person does should be done so that they enjoy it all the way. There isn't any reason in the world why we can't enjoy having sex together all the way."
"I couldn't agree with you more, darling," she smiled.
They seemed to have come to a sudden and mutual understanding. The very next day, when Phillip had a little time off, he stopped at a boutique shop.
"Can I help you sir?" the young man at the counter smiled.
"You might be able to," Phillip explained. "I would like to get some information."
"Well, that's what I'm here for," he said, "and we have a whole rack full of books to supply you with all the information you need about sex."
It was strange but Phillip felt a big surge, of guilt and embarrassment as the man gestured to the rack of books.
"I'm not interested in books," Phillip explained. "We are having a little get together over the weekend and my wife feels that a little education of a sexual nature would help the party get going. Now, I wonder if you have any adult films?"
"Of course, we do," he said.
Walking with Phillip over to a counter, he pulled out a list of films.
"Take your pick, sir," he said.
"Are there this many?" Phillip asked amazed.
"Quite a few, I'll admit," he said.
"Well," he said, "I think we ought to get something for a couple of swappers. My wife and I are going to swap with another couple."
"Beautiful," he smiled, "then you would probably like this series of swappers."
"Yes, I would," Phillip said. "Now which one should I get?"
"The number 4 film in our swapper series has been the most popular."
"Well, that's the one I want to get," Phillip told him.
He could hardly wait to get home that night and tell his wife Alice about the marvellous purchase. When he got home Alice was all aglow.
"Oh, Phillip, honey," she smiled, "you are such a dear. You don't know how much it means to me to have that film. I want to have us all stimulated before we get into it." .
"Groovy," Phillip said.
"Now, you're talking," Alice said.
She threw her arms around her husband and kissed him passionately.
"What brought this on, baby," he smiled at her.
"Oh, just you, darling," she said.
It was becoming apparent to Phillip that agreeing to his wife's lifestyle concept had really gotten him in with her.
Saturday night finally came. Both Phillip and his wife Alice made all of the necessary preparations for a party.
"We are really going to have a good time of it tonight," Alice assured him eagerly.
"Well I hope so, honey," he grinned.
She noticed that he was wearing a tight fitting pair of jock shorts.
"I see you are prepared," she smiled.
"Why yes, baby," he grinned.
He looked at her and noticed that she was wearing some blue, lacy panties.
"Blue looks beautiful on you, honey," he grinned.
"Well, I'm glad you approve of me, dear," she said.
When she had slipped into her half-cup, blue, lace bra his mouth was watering.
"Why don't you ever doll up like that for me?" he finally demanded.
"Now, now," she smiled, "don't get jealous. Of course I'm fixing up a little for David. He's company."
"And I'm your husband. I'm the one that pays the bills. I suppose I don't deserve as much consideration as a casual lover."
"Phillip," she said, "you're acting terribly.
Now, just forget your morals and enjoy yourself."
"How can I," he said angrily as he slid into his pants and buttoned up his shirt.
"I'll tell you how," she said snuggling up to him. "Be a good boy and I'll give you a good time tomorrow."
"As far as I'm concerned," he said frankly, "I would just as soon have sex with you and forget having sex with Jan."
"Well, wait and see, darling. Maybe Jan will give you some action that you'll really enjoy."
"Well, I hope so," he said tightly, "because it wouldn't be a fair exchange if she wasn't good at it. You are really tops in my book."
"Oh, honey," Alice laughed, "you'll never know how much your sweet words mean to me.
"They don't mean enough to keep you away from another man. Do they?"
"I thought we had been through all of that," she said. "I thought that you understood once and for all that I love you but I prefer having a change now and then."
"Alright, alright," he said.
He was shaking his head in a display of disgust that really got to her.
"Take it easy, baby."
The two of them were beginning to boil over about the time the doorbell rang, it was a good thing. For instead of wanting to go to bed with each other's husband and wife, there might have been a free-for-all fight between one husband and wife, namely Phillip and Alice.
"Get the door, darling," she told Phillip.
"The hostess should get the door," he said.
"You don't need formality when it comes to a swap fuck," she said.
"I wish you wouldn't use foul words," he said.
"What's foul about fuck?" she spit furiously. "Are you that much of a Puritan, that your wife can't even say the word, fuck?"
"Alright, dear heart," he said.
Phillip obediently went to the door and when he saw Jan dressed in a tight fitting white outfit, his anger at his wife's idea of swapping disappeared. Instantly, Alice noticed how gorgeous Jan looked. She knew that she was indeed a younger woman and she knew that her husband's jaw was hanging slack and his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.
"Good evening, David," Alice said, making a play for Jan's husband. Jan took a look at her and felt green with envy. It was the first time that she had ever involved David with a swap meet and now she was burned up. She thought she wasn't getting a fair exchange.
"Well, hi Phillip," Jan said smoothly. "I'm so glad to meet you and your lovely wife."
"Well, thank you dear," Alice smiled, "and don't you look delicious in that tight fitting white dress."
"Well, thank you," Jan replied. "It took David's last dime to buy it."
"That's the truth," David chuckled. "This woman will have me in the poorhouse with all of her clothes."
"But she wears them well," Alice smiled.
She was tugging at David's arm as she walked over to the bar with him.
"What would you like to drink?" she began.
"What would I tell you if I didn't drink?" David laughed.
"I would say you were a liar, David honey," she said. "Judging from all my beloved husband has been telling me, you like to drink quite a bit."
"Right on," he laughed. "Got some good bourbon in the house?"
"I always keep bourbon around," she said, "along with a few other things."
It was getting Jan angry that she had been almost ignored by Alice when it came to the drinks. She thought she could at least have that much hospitality extended to her, and so she pulled her husband's boss with her over to the bar.
"Phillip," she smiled softly, "what would you like to drink?"
"You," he laughed.
"Oh, how nice of you to say so," she giggled.
"Well, he's a pretty horny bastard, honey," Alice laughed.
"Now you are not to be telling tales out of school, baby," Phillip remonstrated his wife Alice.
They sat down with their drinks and began chatting.
"What did you think when my husband asked you about this little swap meet, David?" Alice smiled at him.
For a moment David was stunned by the boldness of her question. Carefully he calculated a few important facts. After all, she was the wife of his boss. No doubt about it, she had a neat body and some hot passions. It didn't take him long to figure out that it was her own passions and longings for him that propelled Phillip to ask them both over for an evening of swapping.
"Well, we're going to have a lot of fun," Jan said. "Would anyone object if I took off all of my clothes?"
"I sure wouldn't," Phillip smiled.
She deliberately looked over at Phillip's wife, Alice. She wanted to tease and taunt her as best she knew how.
"Would you care, Alice dear?" she said as she began stripping.
That was too much for Alice.
"Would it make much difference if I did care, honey?" she asked her.
"Not really," she said in a low tone.
Now she was-out of her dress and reduced to her panties and bra.
"You're an awfully fast girl, aren't you?" Alice laughed.
"One has to be," she said.
All at once Alice was disgusted with herself. For she realized that she had invited temptation into her home and that the luscious looking breasts that were being exposed were not beautiful to her but annoying competition. As she saw the other woman's bosoms bared, she was really furious. The large red nipples really excited her.
"Oh, do you look gorgeous," Phillip said excitedly.
"Phillip always was a bosom man," she said. "No doubt a mother fixation."
"You have such a nice sense of humor," Jan smiled. "Do you provide vomit bags with your jokes honey?"
"You're not bad in the comedy line yourself, honey," she said.
"But the lines of my body aren't exactly funny are they?" she said, shaking herself as she slid the panties off and exposed her fur-trimmed triangle to Phillip's eager gaze.
"Well, I'll say you've got a shape," Alice complimented her. "No doubt you would make a great go-go dancer."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, honey," she said.
Now, Alice was eager to strip.
"Should I follow suit, David?" she asked Jan's husband anxiously.
"Well, sure, honey," he smiled, "let's see what you look like. I'll bet it's gorgeous."
"It's not bad, baby," Alice smiled, as she slithered out of her clothes.
"Oh, wow!" David smiled when he saw her enormous breasts appear.
"Now, baby," he said, "let me help you with the panties."
Reaching out, David teased at the elastic waistband with his forefinger. He ran his hand down the front of her panties and felt her moist mound.
"Oh, this is beautiful," he said excitedly. "Yes, baby, yes."
He was getting more turned on every moment.
"Oh, keep that up, baby," she told him, "that's what I like!"
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "what a gorgeous body!"
This was really turning Alice on.
"Good enough to eat, isn't it, darling?"
"I think we ought to show some films," Phillip suggested at this point.
"Uh, films?" Jan said. "What kind of films, dear?"
"Fuck films," she said.
"Really," Jan quipped back, "couldn't you have put it in another way?"
"I'm tired of all this BS hypocrisy," she said, "that's what they are. Fuck films."
"My morals wouldn't permit me to use words like that," Jan said. "They are films about sexual intercourse. Does it offend you to use the correct words?"
"Correct words?" Alice countered. "Honey, fuck is slang for intercourse and when slang has been used as frequently as fuck has, it is acceptable."
"In some circles, I'm sure it is," Jan said.
"Baby," Alice laughed, "you've been going around in circles for years. Why don't you straighten up and fuck right?"
Now the two men both knew that the two women had to be separated.
"Take it easy on her, sweetheart," Phillip said.
"Of course I will, baby," she said sternly.
"I would just as soon leave, David," Jan said. She started to pick up her underclothes.
"No, you're not going to leave yet," Phillip said. "You didn't come over here to get me all excited and then leave, did you?"
"No, I'm not a cock-teaser," she said.
"She sure isn't," David smiled excitedly. "She's all woman and when she gets on that bed and gives out, you've never had anything like it."
Now Alice apologized.
"I didn't mean to offend you, honey," she said. "Forgive me but my husband Phillip uses those foul words so often that I just fall into the habit of it."
"You're lying," Phillip said.
"Am I, darling?" she said. She giggled as she said it and Phillip could have slit her throat at this point. He realized that his wife enjoyed this tantalizing little setup.
"Darling," he told her, "why don't we just look at the films and quit all this talking?"
"I'll put the projector and screen up," she assured him, "providing you and David take off your clothes."
"Do we have to?" David asked a bit embarrassed.
"Sure you have to," Jan told her husband. "I had to now, bare your butt, baby."
David didn't say any more and Phillip didn't either. Now the two men began slowly undressing.
"I hope it's not embarrassing for you," Jan smiled as she watched Phillip strip.
"Not at all," Phillip assured her, "I do it all the time."
"Well, if you don't, honey, after tonight you will."
She winked at Alice. Alice shot her an evil glance.
"Of course," she said, "you are probably an expert at all of this."
"I am," she said proudly, "and I guess there is nothing wrong with being an expert in what you do, is there?"
The party was really getting rolling now, as the two men started undressing. When David was down to his shorts, Alice raced over to him and demanded, "Let me pull your shorts down."
Grabbing his shorts roughly, she slid them down abruptly.
"Stop it," he objected, "you'll strangle my cock."
He laughed as he saw her reach for it on her knees. She kissed the head of it.
That got to Jan and she felt this was deliberately calculated to get her uptight.
"Are you that hungry for it?" Jan asked her.
"I thought I would give him a little preview before the movies."
"Save it, sweetheart," Phillip told his wife angrily.
Jan followed suit. She went over to Phillip and teasing, tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts. Then, reaching down she gripped his giant-sized penis in her hands and massaged it.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her.
It was beginning to get Alice very angry to see her husband getting such a quick response to another woman.
"Jan, honey," she smiled, "if you can pull your hand away from my husband's penis long enough, perhaps, you would enjoy these delicious movies."
"Well, it's difficult," Jan cooed purposely to get her jealous. "He's such a tiger."
"Isn't he though," she laughed.
Then she flipped the lights out hoping that Jan's hand would flip off her husband's penis. But it didn't and she went over to her and said, "That comes later."
She said it in such a breathless way that it was easy for Jan to tell she was furious and masking her anger with another attitude. Now, the time of truth was there and the films were running. The first film depicted a woman on her hands and knees. The man was thrusting it to her from behind.
"My, my," Alice said, "I wonder what he is doing to her."
"He's fucking her asshole," Phillip chuckled.
"No, he isn't," she observed as the camera closed in. The camera displayed the vagina, with the penis slipping in and out of it.
"Isn't that super," Alice exclaimed, "it's a back angle." I
"What an angle," she laughed.
Now they were really going to town.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "is that ever fantastic. Baby, that's beautiful."
The girl was wiggling her buttocks about as the man continued jabbing it in there.
"Look at that tagger go," she smiled. "He is really giving it to her, isn't he?"
"He is alright."
The man was gripping her buttocks with his hands. As he stabbed his penis into her vagina, he squeezed her ass cheeks.
"Look at him do it," Jan exclaimed. "Could you do me like that, Phillip?"
"I can hear you over here," Alice told Jan. "Sorry, I'll whisper to your husband." David looked at her.
"Now that isn't fair," David reminded her. "What do you mean not fair?" Alice asked innocently.
"You know very well what I mean," he said.
"What?" she demanded.
"I'll tell you what," he told her frankly. "You made a deal that we were going to swap. And if we are going to swap then you've got to concentrate on me."
"I will, love," Alice assured him. "Moreover, just look at those fuck films. Aren't they super?"
"They're not bad," David agreed as he felt his penis become erect as he watched the next couple going at it on the colorful movie screen.
There was the man stretched out on his back and the woman was straddling him. She was sliding her vagina over his penis. Her breasts were jiggling up and down as she went to town on him.
"Fuck that," Phillip said.
"Phillip, don't talk dirty."
"Alice, honey," he said, "I can talk any way I want to. This is a swap meet."
Alice realized that she had to quit being so jealous. She laughed herself.
"That's right," she said, "and look at those taggers go now."
There was the man sitting on a chair and the girl was straddling him. She was thrusting her breasts to his face and he was using them as a pillow. His arms were wrapped around her and her hands were on his waist as she slid her pussy back and forth on his throbbing male member.
"That's a wild chair fuck, isn't it?' David chuckled.
-"It sure is," she said.
"You know I would enjoy having you screw me in a chair, David," Alice said.
"Would you really?" he asked curiously.
"Yes," she said. "I think it would be a fun thing."
Now the couple were really going to town on the chair.
"Look at that tagger go," Alice exclaimed. "He is really thrusting in there."
The film that was catching their attention was really something. The couple doing it were enthusiastic and enjoying it. Every minute of it.
"Oh, wow!" she smiled. Suddenly when the climax came the couple embraced.
"Oh, what a beautiful film," Alice said. "We should've looked at fuck films before, honey. It would have given you some ideas to relieve the boredom of the fucking you've been giving me for years."
"That's enough out of you, wife," Phillip told Alice.
Jan was wasting no time in giving Phillip fun. Her hand was stroking him and Phillip's hands were on her breasts. Then they were embracing and not watching the films at all. Instantly, Alice picked up on this. She flipped on the switch for the lights and turned off the movie projector.
"Well, if nobody is going to be watching these fuck films," she said, "there is no use showing them, is there?"
Phillip pulled away from Jan.
"You jealous bitch," he said. "You wanted this swap meet and now, dammit, look how you're acting."
"That's the truth," David reminded her. "You were the one that wanted this get together. Now, you're making a big fuss because my wife is enjoying your husband. If you don't want to have sex with me you don't have to."
"I'm sorry, David," she said. "I just thought that there should be a few rules."
"Fuck the rules," Phillip said. "This is supposed to be a free-for-all. Now, let's enjoy it."
CHAPTER FOUR
She turned off the light and went back to showing the movies. The next couple were having a wild time of it. The girl was lying on her back and thrusting her legs over the man. Her ankle was massaging his buttocks as he stabbed his penis into her.
"Wow!" Alice smiled, "doesn't that look nice?"
"Why don't you come over here and sit beside me?" Dave suggested.
"I guess I might as well," she told him.
When she sat down naked beside him, she reached over and gripped his proud penis in her hand.
"Don't be embarrassed, honey," he told her, "play with it. Reach down, play with my balls."
Reaching down she played with his testicles. Then she manipulated his penis back and forth as he watched the films.
"Oh, that's great," he told her excitedly. "That's just great."
Moment by moment she was getting more excited. And he was too.
"Will you blow me later?" he whispered in her .ear.
"Sure, David," she said, "and will you eat my pussy?"
He nodded and smiled and kissed her affectionately on the cheek.
Phillip was watching her and David instead of the movie. This was getting Jan disgusted.
"I think we ought to separate, don't you?" Jan called over to Alice.
When Alice had been assured that she was going to get her pussy eaten, she readily agreed.
"Well, of course," she said, "naturally."
Then the couples separated. Alice looked at David happily.
"What position do you want me in David?" she asked him.
"Well, I'll tell you, honey," he smiled, "the position I would like you in, would be for you to lie on your back and put your head on the pillow. Then, I will straddle your face and face fuck you."
"That's great," Alice said. "I've read where this is a great angle for the deep throat fuck."
"Right on," he said.
She lay on her back and then David straddled her. Slowly he let his buttocks lower so they collided with her breasts.
"How does it feel, dear?" she asked.
"Oh, I like the soft feel of your breasts, baby," he told her.
Now with his huge penis in his hand he guided himself to her mouth. Opening her mouth slowly, she began accepting it.
"Yes, yes, that's what I want," he said.
Now, she was really enjoying herself. She felt his great balls resting on her chin as he rode in swiftly.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's the way I like it. Grab my ass, honey. That's it."
Reaching back she gripped his ass as she worked her mouth back and forth on the head of the shaft. He liked the sight of her cheeks pulling in as she went to work.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted eagerly, "that's beautiful. Keep it going."
He was really getting turned on now.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "I dig that."
Now he was really getting his thrills. He felt the head of the shaft sliding down her throat.
"That's the way I want to do it, baby," he told her.
Pumping it quicker now, he was getting more and more pleasure doing it.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "I like that."
The penis was thrusting faster and faster. She knew that it wouldn't be much longer now. She could see his testicles swelling.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "massage my ass. That's how!"
Her hands played with his buttocks and he was fascinated by the way her lips clasped his shaft.
"Keep it up, doll baby," he complimented her. "Yes, yes, that's what I want!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "gobble it."
Soon he knew that he would be juicing in her face and he was eager to do so.
"Oh, take it all in," he panted. "Yes, yes, that's it!"
Suddenly the penis exploded. The hot, white juice shot down her throat.
"Ohh," he panted, "yes, baby, yes. That's the way!"
The super sensations were flooding through him now and were really exciting to him now. He began trembling.
"Gobble it!" David panted. "Gobble it. Gobble my juice!"
She did just that. Then he leaned back and relaxed.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that was so much fun."
As her mouth moved off his shaft she looked at him excitedly.
"Did I do a good job of it?" she asked.
David smiled at her.
"You sure did, honey," he assured her.
Now he was eager to eat her.
"David, darling," she said, "will you eat my pussy now?"
"I would love to, honey," he said.
"Let me sit over there on the dresser," she said.
"Over there?" he asked surprised.
"Yes, honey," she said, "I think that would be a lot of fun."
"Well, if that's what you want, baby doll," he said, "that's what you shall have."
She went over to the dresser and sat there. Then David got up and began bowing over her pussy.
"Oh, honey," she begged, "do me."
Gently David let his tongue lick along her slit. She loved the way he adored her there.
"Oh, it feels so good when you do that with your tongue, honey," she panted.
It wasn't much longer before David's tongue stiffened. Then he stabbed inside her. She threw her legs over his shoulder as he went to town with his tongue.
"Oh, David baby," she panted excitedly, "that's what I love!"
He was really giving her a good time now.
"Faster, honey," she begged, "yes, that's the way to do it."
As his tongue whipped the velvety walls of her vagina she grew more and more excited. "Keep it up," she told him, "that's wild." It wasn't going to be much longer now. They were really enjoying it now. "Oh, lick me," she begged, "lick my pussy!" The hot licking sensations of the tongue were driving her out of her gourd.
"Keep it up, honey," she begged. "Yes, yes, that's the way to do it. More, baby, more!"
The pleasure was beginning to make her tremble.
"Oh, yes, honey," she begged, "keep it going."
Her legs quivered as his tongue stabbed away.
"Oh, eat my pussy," she gasped excitedly. "Eat it, David, eat it!"
David was lapping up her well as she came in multiple orgasms.
"Oh, David," she gasped, "Phillip was never as good as this."
David pulled his tongue out of her vagina and warned her, "Don't talk so loud. We don't want them to hear that."
"It would do him good to hear it," she gasped excitedly. "He ought to know that he is no damn good at it."
Now, David laughed.
"Sweetheart," he said, "can't you see I've got another problem."
Glancing down she saw that his cock was rigid again.
"Oh, David," she laughed, "you've got one of those repeater peters. That's groovy."
"That's my problem," he said, as he gripped his penis and smiled at her.
"Let's try an exciting and different position," she suggested.
"How do you want me to drive it to you?" he smiled.
"Well, one way that I think I would like it," she smiled, "is like we saw in the movies. There was this guy shoving it to her from behind. I'll get on all fours and you can stab it in there."
She got on all fours and he crouched behind her. Then suddenly he stabbed away. As the hard, driving penis thrust in there, her body trembled.
"Ram it to me," she gasped.
Suddenly David brought his chest down over her back and gripped her breasts. He pinched her nipples with his fingers excitedly.
"Fuck it, baby," he gasped. "Fuck baby, fuck!"
She did her thing and it got him going. "Faster, sweetheart," he panted, "faster!" Now the sensations were building. Every moment was becoming more and more stimulating.
"Oh, yes, lover," he panted, "I like that."
It seemed as if the excitement would never end. For the pleasure she was deriving from this fuck was more than she had ever received in all of her years of marriage.
"Oh, David," she gasped, "thrill me."
Each hard driving thrust of David's penis produced waves of erotic pleasure.
"Oh, I like it from this angle," David said.
David was finding himself seized by her passion. Even though Jan enjoyed him, Jan hadn't made over him quite this much. It was precisely this fact that Alice was counting on to produce results. She was making a direct appeal to David's ego and that she was succeeding was evident by the way he continued thrusting it to her.
"You like this do you, huh?" he smiled.
"You bet I do," she panted. "Faster, baby, faster."
He continued ramming it into her at this tremendous speed. With piston precision and movements, his penis stabbed her.
"Ohh, David baby," she panted, "that's how I want it. Faster. Harder. Thrill me, baby, thrill me!"
David didn't stop thrilling her. He continued thrusting and she gripped him.
"Twist your tail for me, honey," he panted. "Like that!"
She ground her hips to the right and he jabbed to the left. The pleasure of her twisting tail was producing wonderful results in his penis. The excitement tingled up and down his spine as he rammed away.
"Fuck it," he gasped, as he neared climax.
She ground her hips faster and then she felt him shooting.
"Ohh, baby," he panted excitedly, "I made it. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, I got there."
The super charged excitement that she was receiving really got her.
"Oh, honey," she gasped, "what a fuck!"
David meantime decided that she should get some kicks too.
"Let me play with your pussy, baby," he said not taking his penis out of place.
"Do that, darling," she said. "Oh, yes, use both fingers."
David's fingers inserted in her vagina were working feverishly on her love button.
"Oh, I can't stand it," she cried. "I can't stand it. I'm cuming. I'm cuming!"
As he continued thrusting his now much softer cock into her, his fingers brought her to a juicy climax.
She was panting now as she came.
"Oh, David," she gasped, "that was super!"
Meantime down the hall, Jan and Phillip were having a wonderful time.
"Are you sure you want me to sit in this chair?" Phillip asked Jan.
"I think it would be wonderful," she said. "Just like they fuck in the movies."
"Oh, honey," he smiled as she came nearer, "are you ever a gorgeous piece of ass."
"My husband doesn't appreciate me," Jan said. "Pulling a compliment out of him is like pulling teeth."
"You poor baby," he said, "with that gorgeous body of yours, it's disgusting that anyone shouldn't rave over you. You've got it. You've got it where it counts, honey."
Now she had herself straddling him. Grasping his cock in her hand she squeezed.
"Your hand feels good on it," he told her.
"I'm glad baby," she said.
Now he thrust hard. In a rapid fire movement, he jabbed it to her.
"Fuck it!" he cried as he pushed forward. Her vagina grasped his sliding penis tightly and she massaged him as he fucked wildly.
"Oh, baby, jiggle those breasts for me," he smiled as he looked at her dark red nipples and firm, round breasts as she fucked up and down on his sliding shaft.
"You like my bosoms?" Jan giggled.
"You bet I do, honey," he said. "Let me nibble at them."
"If you say so."
He began licking and nibbling at each breast. She loved the sensations of the breasts being licked and nibbled as he continued sliding his penis in and out of her hot hole.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way. Fuck it. Fuck it!"
The super sensations were flooding through her now and her body was quivering.
Her soft breast flesh pressed into his chest as she bent over to kiss Phillip. Her lips pressed against his lips. Then her tongue swept along the surface of his lips. He loved it so much he opened gently and her tongue slipped inside his mouth.
Now they were frenching. His hands gripped her ass as his penis went on thrusting in piston precision movements. As their tongues found each other, they went into a wild fucking and frenching session. Her body was jiggling with excitement as she moved up and down.
"Fuck me," she begged eagerly. "Fuck me!"
It didn't take Phillip long to give her his juice.
"Oh, baby doll," he panted, "I'm cuming!"
"So am I," she said, her voice quivering with sensual emotion.
As the two of them climaxed together they wrapped their arms around each other in a tight, sensual embrace.
Finally, she sighed, "Was it this good with Alice?"
"I hate to admit it," Phillip said, "it wasn't half as good. I think your pussy is a lot tighter." L
"Well, it hasn't had as much mileage, I guess," Jan giggled.
"You're a bad girl to say a thing like that," Phillip laughed himself.
As she slipped herself off his penis, she looked at him.
"It's a funny thing, Phillip," she said, "I've often wondered what David's boss was like."
"You've seen me before," he said.
"But not like this," she whispered.
"Well, hardly, honey," he said. "I don't think it's very regular for a boss to fuck his employee's wife."
"It's done all the time," Jan said innocently.
"Well, I'm glad he let me have you, honey," he told her.
"Think nothing of it," she said.
In the other bedroom it was now becoming evident to Alice that she was indeed quite fortunate to have such an eager lover.
"David," she said, "that penis of yours just won't stay down. I've never seen anything like it."
"Well, I'm glad you appreciate my penis," he smiled. "You know I would like to have you lick my balls."
"Why David," she said coyly, "I never did a thing like that for anybody."
"Well, it's about time you began," he grinned.
He put a pillow underneath his buttocks and spread his legs invitingly. Then grasping his tool he held his balls out to her with his other hand.
"Alright," she agreed cupping his balls with her hand as she got down there.
She let her tongue whip out and lash both testicles.
"Mouth them," he insisted.
Opening her mouth, she let them slip in. The warmth pleased and excited him but more than that, the demeaning position of the boss' wife at his testicles, really excited him.
"That's a good girl, Alice," he smiled, "continue doing that. I like it."
She opened her mouth wider and took the balls both in. Then, with the warmth of her mouth and her flicking tongue she gave him some erotic thrills.
"That's nice," he told her. "Now, lick the underside of my penis."
"You certainly expect a lot," she said, as she let his balls slip out of her mouth.
"Well, baby," he said, "what's the point in swapping unless you can have a little fun and this is fun to me. To each his own."
"Well, what about me?" she asked.
"I ate your pussy, baby," he said, "and I like the sensation of licking. So lick the underside of it if you would please."
David was so polite in the way that he asked her to administer to his sensual lust and carnal cravings that she couldn't resist. Her tongue slowly slid up his shaft.
"That's it," he said, "lick the glans portion of the penis."
Her tongue whipped around there and then she became so hot for it that grasping his penis in her hand and seizing his testicles with her other hand she let her mouth slip down over the head. Swiftly she began building up a suction.
"No, no," David objected, "I don't want you to blow me off. I just wanted a little action." She slid off his rod and asked him confidentially, "What in the hell are you trying to get me to do, David?"
"Baby," he said, "I just wanted a little preliminary action. Now that you've got my balls heated up, I would enjoy having you sit on top. I think it would be fun to watch you doing the work."
"Alright, lover," she said pulling her mouth off him and getting up in a position to straddle his body.
Bringing her legs down over him, she was prepared.
"Now, I'll just grab this and slide it in."
"Beautiful, baby," he said, "grab it with your pussy muscles. Give it a good workout."
"I'm doing my best," she complained thinking momentarily that he was telling her she wasn't doing something just right.
"I'm not trying to be difficult, doll," he said. "I just want to get it right."
"Well, I hope this is good enough for you," she told him.
"It is, baby," he said.
Now they were really enjoying themselves. She was grinding her body about as he stabbed to her.
"Let's synchronize this fuck," he said, "That's the way to do it." Alice's breasts bobbed up and down as she gripped his sliding tool.
"Fuck it," he spit anxiously. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
The pleasure was building in momentum. "That's how I like it," he told her. "Oh, do it, baby."
In furious pitch movements, he thrust in there.
"Oh, I love this," he panted, "do it, baby, do it!"
The super sensations of what he was going through now were really getting to him.
"Give it to me," he panted. "Oh, yes, baby, yes!"
As the hot sensations flooded his being, he reached up and began toying with her breasts.
"Do you like it when I squeeze the nipples, honey?" he asked her.
"Feels good, love," she told him.
"Good," he smiled, "because it feels mighty good to me."
Every second was producing more pleasure. Erotic waves of delight seized them.
"Oh, yes," he panted excitedly, "that's the way to do it. Oh, honey, fuck. Fuck it faster!"
She remembered what she had read about snapping pussy. She remembered how the book suggested gripping the penis as it was thrusting in. With these sudden grips she was supposed to release it giving it an alternate action. She practiced what she had read about snapping pussy on her lover. He loved it.
"Oh, yes, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Keep it going. Oh, baby, fuck it!"
Faster and faster they went to town. Every second was becoming more delightful, more pleasurable, more pleasing.
"Oh, I like that," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The super sensations were flooding through her body at this point and it really had her excited. She could feel her blood running fast and then she was directed to watch in the mirror.
"Look over there," he grinned excitedly.
As she saw the reflection in the mirror, she was pleased.
"How am I doing," she smiled.
"You're doing just fine, baby doll," he assured her. "I love that."
She enjoyed the sight of her breasts waving up and down as she went to town on his cock. The rock hard penis stabbing inside her was reaching farther than her husband's cock had ever gone. She was surprised to discover that length did indeed make a difference. She had read over and over that it didn't. However, experience was proving the best teacher and as experience taught her that a longer cock could give more pleasure. She gasped with delight and glee.
"Oh, what a fucker you are," she said. "How long is this thing?"
"It's long enough to take care of your pussy, honey," he told her.
It couldn't last much longer like this. The pleasure was becoming far too intense.
"Fuck it," he said, as he got hotter and his body began perspiring. In their perspiration they slid around as she panted, "Give it to me, every inch of it. I want it. Harder, ram it to me!"
With sudden, hard stabs he went to town.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "do I ever love that. Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
It was a moment of wild delight for them both.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, as he felt his penis juicing in a steady, stream of white cum.
"I'm cuming," he told her. "I'm cuming."
She was delighted and excited as she felt his throbbing male member erupting in her some more.
"So am I, honey," she told him. "Isn't it fun?"
He nodded and then he raised up off the bed and began licking around her nipples.
"Oh, David darling," Alice admitted, "I've wanted you to ball me ever since Phillip introduced you to me at the office. Oh, honey, I love it!"
Gingerly massaging one breast while he licked on the other, he continued stabbing until he had completed juicing.
"Ohhh, baby doll," she panted, "we've got to get together on the sly. This isn't enough, is it, David?"
Dumbfounded that she was suggesting such a thing, David didn't know what to do. After all she was the boss' wife. Damned if you do and damned if you don't, he thought to himself. If I refuse to fuck her when she wants me to, she might zap my job. David thought quickly.
"Anything you say, love," he said.
"You do want me don't you, David," she whispered eagerly, her ego showing.
"Of course I do, honey," he said, "what red-blooded male wouldn't?"
"Thank you, David," she said in a whisper, "you'll never know what this has done for me."
As David listened to her breathless whisper, he knew very well what it had done for her. It had helped her ego considerably.
"Honey," she said, "I want to tiptoe down the hall and see what my husband is doing. I would be curious to know exactly what is happening."
"Do you think it's right to spy on them?" David asked.
"Right?" she giggled, "what's that got to do with it, honey?"
He laughed as he saw how eager she was to find out precisely what her husband was doing.
She got off of him and tiptoed down the hall. Opening the door quietly, she observed a sight that really got her uptight. There was her husband's head buried between Jan's legs. Jan was rolling her head back and forth on the pillow in lust crazed moments of ecstasy.
"Eat my pussy," she cried. "Eat my pussy. Oh, lick it. Lick it, lover, lick it. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, lick my pussy. Lick it!"
Her excited voice betrayed the delight that she was obtaining from Phillip's lavishing tongue. It really burned the hell out of Alice to think of how many times she had tried to get him to eat her. And he was the one who said, "pussy wasn't one of his favorite dishes to eat." Well, she thought to herself, it depends upon the dame. And I guess his wife isn't good enough for him. Yet, I'm plenty good enough for this young stud he's hired.
It was all Alice could do to restrain herself from barging in and creating a spectacle. Fortunately, David was close by. He pulled her away and slapped his hand over her mouth and whispered, "Don't make a riot out of this. After all, you invited us over. Don't forget that."
"Thank you, David," she whispered, when he finally removed his hand from her mouth.
"You are a wild woman," he observed. "One minute you want your husband to have a swap meet and the next you don't."
"I'm a woman," she said, "and I have a right to my ambiguity."
"Do you?" he asked.
"Well, I think I do," she said.
It was becoming obvious to him that she was quite some woman.
"You have a pretty good opinion of yourself, don't you," he laughed.
"Shouldn't I?" she said. "Have you had a much better fuck in your life?"
He shook his head.
"Well, don't be difficult," she said.
Now, it was obvious to him what the score was. Somehow Alice couldn't get it out of her mind that her husband was having sex with another woman. Even though she had enjoyed the delights of having sex with another man, she couldn't reconcile herself to the exchange.
"I think what I should do," she said, "is whip us up some crepe suzettes and I could serve champagne."
"You'll go to any lengths to pull him off my wife, won't you," David observed.
"Why no, David," she told him, "I'm just doing this because we need nourishment to carry on."
"Carry on?" he demanded.
"Well, aren't you two staying all night?" she asked.
"I'm afraid not," he said. "Not that I don't appreciate your show of hospitality, but I can't accept."
"Well," she said, "all the more need for you to have some nourishment as you hit the road."
She hastily went to the kitchen and mixed up a batch of crepe suzettes and very dramatically she got out a silver ice bucket for the champagne. She prepared a table for them in the dining room and then called to her husband eagerly.
"Honey," she called out, "baby doll, we're having something to eat."
"So are we," he called back.
"I hate to interrupt you, dear," she said, "but the crepe suzettes will get cold."
"They can wait," he called back.
That did it. Alice was determined to see what was happening.
"Would you excuse me a minute?" she said looking at her handsome, athletic lover, David.
"Don't go down and disturb them," he objected.
"Why not," she said, "sex is but a game."
"A dangerous one sometimes," he observed.
"Well, don't you worry," she said, "my Phillip isn't good for many rounds of sex. But I am curious to know what is keeping him so long."
She went down the hall and it wouldn't have made much difference if she had made a lot of noise. For Phillip and Jan were absorbed in what they were doing. She peeked again, she could see Jan's head bobbing up and down over his rock-hard cock at a tremendous clip. It upset her as she saw all the finger work she was doing with his testicles. For a second she thought she was, perhaps, doing a superior job of it than she could.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said, as she barged in.
"Get the hell out," Phillip objected. "She's giving me a good blow job. A lot better than you ever gave me incidentally."
"I like that," she said, "such a degrading remark and in my own bedroom."
She stormed out and slammed the door. That did it. Jan pulled her mouth off him and said angrily, "I'm finished."
"Get your mouth back on my cock," he complained eagerly.
"No," she said, "I'm sorry. I've had it. I'm sick and tired of this wife of yours. Jealous. The next thing I know she'll come in here with a pair of shears and try and cut my eyes out."
"Not a bad idea," Alice called from the other side of the door where she was listening eagerly.
"Of course she'd be eavesdropping on us," Jan said. "No, I'm through with it. This swap sex is no damn good."
"Honey, would you come in here so I could kill you," Phillip said.
Delighted for the invitation, she walked in.
"Now, look what you've done. Here I am with a hard-on and I can't get her to blow me. And all because of you."
"Did I say something?" Alice asked innocently.
"You bet your ass you did," Jan said. "I don't dig this jealous crap. I let you have sex with my husband, David, and never once did I invade your privacy. But you've been down here peeking and watching us. You don't know what the meaning of swap meets are."
"What is the meaning of a swap meet?" she demanded.
"A swap meet is supposed to be for people who are sophisticated enough not to get jealous."
"I'm sorry I got jealous," she said.
"Well, I am too," she complained.
It was becoming evident to her every moment that indeed maybe she wasn't cut out for the swap meet action.
"You think you're pretty smart, don't you? she said.
"You bet I do," Alice said, "I've got what it takes, baby. I thought a little competition might teach my Phillip a lesson or two."
"What were you trying to teach me, Alice?" Phillip demanded angrily.
"I was trying to teach you what a marvelous wife you had for sex."
"It backfired, baby," he shot back. "She can give blow jobs twice as good as you ever thought of giving. She takes her time. You, baby, rush."
"Sorry, I'm not slow at it," she said.
"David, would you take me home?" Jan demanded, as she saw her husband standing in the doorway.
"Yes, honey," he said rather sheepishly, always aware that Phillip was his boss.
"I'm sorry, David," Phillip apologized, "my wife here would have to get jealous when the party was building up steam."
CHAPTER FIVE
After the party had ended, Alice had serious misgivings about the whole affair.
"I see you really enjoyed that dame," she said.
"But, honey," Phillip reminded her, "you said that you wanted me to enjoy myself."
"Yes, I did, dear," she admitted, "but not quite that much."
"Well, I'm sorry," he said, "if I got carried away but I have to admit she was very good at it."
"You trying to tell me something, Phillip," Alice asked angrily now.
"I'm just trying to say, baby doll, that she is better at fucking than you are and she gives a better blow job too."
"Well, now that you've said that about her, I might as well inform you that I've found David twice as good at sex as you. No insult intended."
"Of course not, love," he snapped.
Now she was really burning.
"After all," Phillip reminded her, "you are the one that wanted to start swapping.
"Don't remind me," she said nervously.
"Well, baby," he said, "that's the way the cookie crumbles. Maybe, Jan will want a rerun."
"I'm sure that you have set something up on the side when I won't be along to disturb you."
"Well you did create quit a stir," he said. "I would think you would have had the decency to leave us alone."
"You're one to talk about decency," she snapped.
Now that she was boiling mad she thought she would disclose a few things.
"If you must know it," she said, "I happen to know that you have been playing around before. I found lipstick on your shorts more than once."
"That's funny," he said, "I don't know how it could've happened."
"Of course you wouldn't know," she said nervously.
Phillip had to get to work and he was tired of the arguing.
"Now, honey," he said, "I want you to take your car in today to get fixed. Please, don't bug me about my car."
"That's impossible," she said, "I have a bridge date."
"Your bridge date can wait," Phillip told her.
"It cannot," she said. "I'm going to play bridge or bust."
"Well, you'll have to drive me to work, baby," he said, "drive my car back and then take the other car to be repaired."
"I don't mind it at all," she said.
She had some strategy that she was working on and she thought it was very important that Phillip did not have access to an automobile. When she had gotten him to work, she decided to call up at the office and speak with David. She got through to him perfectly.
"David," she said in a nervous whisper, "can I see you someplace, love?"
"Who is this?" David asked.
"Why, you know who, honey," she said sexily, "it's Alice."
"Alice?" he said anxiously.
"Why yes, love," she said, "remember last Saturday night?"
"How can I forget it?" he said, "but what's that to do with us now?"
"I've got to see you about something terribly important," she said.
"Can't it wait until after work?" David asked anxiously, as he saw Phillip walk into his office.
"No," she said, "meet me at the Starduster Motel. It's over near the 3rd avenue off-ramp."
"Yes," he gulped nervously as Phillip came closer. Noticing that he was upset about something, he watched.
"In a couple of hours," she said.
"Yes," he said, glancing at his Wristwatch and realizing that would be lunchtime.
He hung up and Phillip instantly asked him, "Who in hell was that?"
"Oh, just a business acquaintance," he said, "they wanted a loan."
"And you said, yes?" Phillip asked him curiously.
"No," he said, "I didn't say yes to the loan. I said yes I would talk it over. I couldn't just brush them off."
"I make it a practice never to loan money," Phillip told him frankly. "I've discovered that people don't appreciate getting loans. The most important thing is to be business-like.
"Never borrower or lender be."
"I read you," David said. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Yes," Phillip said "I want to apologize for what happened last Saturday night."
"I've forgotten it," he said, quickly wishing he could forget it.
"My wife is overbearing and jealous."
"You're not telling me anything I don't know," he shrugged.
"I don't know what to do with her. I have tried to get her interested in things. She joined a bridge club and she's taking up playing golf but I think she is oversexed."
"I see," David smiled, "that could pose a problem. She's a very beautiful woman."
"That's just it," Phillip said. "I really love her an awful lot. Oh, not just the sex. She is a nice person too, but sometimes her bad manners get in the way."
"I know what you mean," he said.
It was evident to Phillip that David was uptight about something.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" David asked.
"It's just this," he said. "I don't know what's going to become of my relationship with Alice. I'm afraid she is going to look elsewhere for sex."
"Oh, that's too bad," he said.
"You bet it is," Phillip said, "because I don't want to get involved with any more men in my bedroom. It was bad enough last week. Sure, I enjoyed doing it with Jan. She's a gorgeous gal and I'm sure you love her a lot. But I did put on quite an act for my wife. I wanted to get her jealous so she would stay away from other men. But I have a feeling that she's out screwing with somebody today."
"Oh," David said nervously, "what would make you think that?"
"Well, call it instinct or whatever. I just have a feeling that she is out fucking with somebody else today. She probably feels she has a right to get even because I enjoyed Jan."
"That's too bad," David said. "You don't have any idea who it is, do you?"
"Yes," Phillip replied, "I have an idea, but I can't prove anything but believe me, if I catch her with the guy I think she is going to be making it with, I'll make it tough on him."
"Well, I don't blame you," David said. "There is nothing more awful than a disloyal wife."
"I know it," Phillip said. "I have basically been loyal."
"Well, you did have a few affairs with a couple of those young secretaries you hired for the summer, didn't you?"
"Well, that was nothing really," Phillip said. He brushed aside the affairs he had with a couple of college girls he had seduced the previous summer. He decided it was about time to leave as things were getting hot for him.
"Well, I'll see you later," he told David, as he made a hasty exit.
David sat there, puzzled and perplexed. He couldn't help wonder if Phillip had any idea that he was going to be meeting his wife in a couple of hours at the Starduster Motel. It bothered the hell out of him. He knew he couldn't take long as he had to get back to the office.
His secretary came in and looked at him.
"Now, why are you looking at me like that, Miss Carter?" David questioned her.
"Well, you don't look well, David," she said.
"Well, I don't feel well. I guess I'll leave a few minutes early for lunch today. Maybe I should get something for my stomach."
"That's it," she said, "you look like you're getting an ulcer."
"That's a nice thought, Miss Carter. Keep it. They say if you imagine something, it will come to pass. I'm not going to pick up on your wave length."
"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that you had that ulcer look I remember. A couple of other bosses of mine got a look just like you look David. They developed ulcers."
"Miss Carter," David said, "get out of here."
She made a quick retreat and David was left alone with his own troubled thoughts. He did the work that he had to do but his mind was hardly on it. When it was finally ten minutes to twelve he got downstairs and went to his car in the garage. He hastily drove down the freeway to the third ramp turn-off where he saw the gaudy sign of the Starduster. Just two blocks away was a topless dance place. He could just imagine what went on there. Parking at the motel, he immediately noticed Alice.
"Hi David," she said, "I'm so glad to see you."
Together they walked to a room. It was as if he was walking in his sleep as he was numb.
"If your husband ever caught me here with you at this time of day, he would really be furious."
"Why would he be more furious at this time of day?" she asked.
"Well, you know Phillip," he said, "he's business all the way. He would have one holy fit if he thought I was taking time off work to ball his wife."
"You have a marvelous sense of humor," she quipped, "but don't worry about my husband. He certainly didn't worry about me all summer. David, I think he's been playing around. I have every reason to believe it."
"You got any proof?" he asked, as they stepped inside the room and she locked the door.
"All the proof I need," she said.
Opening up her purse she produced two mall pictures.
"What are you showing me?" David asked curiously, not understanding why she was showing him a picture of some white shorts.
"Look there," she said pointing to some red marks.
"All I see are some red marks," he said.
"Telltale marks," she said. "Lust. Lipstick."
"Oh," he said. "It wouldn't stand up in court, honey. They could always say that you photographed a pair of shorts and kissed them yourself."
"I guess you're right," she said.
Then David looked at her hotly.
"Now, why did you ask me here?" he demanded.
Going over to him she reached down and stroked his penis under his pants.
"I don't have time at lunch," he said.
"Oh, you do too have time," she said.
She wasted no time. Hastily she unzipped David's fly. Reaching in she pulled out his penis. Dropping to her knees she planted her mouth over the head of it and worked industriously.
"Oh, baby," he said, "I want to slip it in your pussy."
"Alright," she said getting to her feet.
She wasted no time in taking off her clothes. Standing before him stark naked she noticed that he still hadn't undressed.
"Well, aren't you going to undress," she demanded.
"Do I have to," he smiled.
"It would be a lot more fun if you did, David," she insisted.
David was easily tempted at this point. His passions had built to a feverish point. He took off his clothes quickly and went over to the bed where she was waiting for him. She was lying on her back and he straddled her. She gripped his penis and guided him into her hot womanhood. As he felt it sliding into her he got harder. His mouth pressed on her mouth and she brushed her breasts back and forth across his chest.
"Oh, that's great," he panted, "I love it."
Now they were really enjoying it. The pleasure was building every second.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "grab it!"
It didn't take her long to grip his sliding, thrusting cock. She twisted her hips around to give him the wild workout he wanted.
"Fuck it, baby," he blurted. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
She fucked alright and she loved it. Reaching for his asscheeks she began massaging them.
"Oh, I like that," he panted happily. "That's beautiful!"
Now he was going to town. With rapid fire thrusts he stabbed away. Her vagina muscles gripped him tightly.
"How am I doing, David?" she asked.
"Beautiful," he told her.
Now they were really having a time of it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is beautiful."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, I love that," he panted excitedly. "That is too much!"
The super charged fuck continued.
"Faster," she begged, "faster, baby!"
That caused David to accelerate his cock stabbing speed. Now he was rigid and ready to shoot his juice into her. He loved the feel of her hands gripping his asscheeks and then she let them slide up his back. She clawed at his back as the excitement grew greater.
"Oh, David," she panted, "I can't stand it. I can't stand it!"
Suddenly she spasmed. Then the juices mingled with his as he was shooting too.
"I'm cuming," he panted, "I'm cuming, baby."
Indeed he was juicing. She held to him tightly. When he had finished giving her a fuck he hastily pulled away.
"I've got to get back to work, honey," he told her. "Forgive me but I've got to beat it."
She watched him as he casually went over to pick up his shorts. She observed him sliding into them. She watched him as he placed his meat carefully into his shorts.
"I guess you really are a stud," she said.
"If I'm a stud, you're a nympho."
"A what?" Alice asked.
"You know," he laughed, "a fucking nympho."
"Maybe I am," she said, "but I hope you don't hate me because of it." That got to him.
"Hate you, honey," he said, "you don't hate nymphos, you fuck them."
"Good," she said. "David, we've got to get together again some time."
"Well, make it a week or so from now," he said. "I've had a good workout for awhile."
"I could go off again."
"I wouldn't be surprised if I could too, honey," he said. "However, I have to make a living, and I'm not making a living balling."
"Is my husband hard to work for?" she asked.
"Oh, Phillip isn't too bad," he said. "But he was wondering, I'm sure, where I was going today. When you were calling, he was in my office."
"Oh, no," Alice gasped, "that's terrible."
"Of course it's terrible, but I couldn't help it."
"Well," he exclaimed, "I'll tell you what we should do. I think it would be a marvelous thing if we had another swap meet. My wife really digs your husband."
"Oh, that wouldn't be good for Phillip," she said nervously.
"Why?" he asked, "are you jealous?"
"Oh, I would never be jealous," she said quickly. "I don't have to be jealous of anyone, do I?"
"You can hold you own," he observed.
And now came the dreaded moment when David would leave her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked Alice.
"Oh, I don't know," she said quietly.
"Baby," he said, ."you said We would never get serious. You know, kicks, laughs, fucks. But no strings."
"I did say that," she said quietly, "and I meant it when I said it. But, oh, David, we blend so beautifully in bed."
"Well, I blend well with my wife too," he said.
"Kiss me goodbye."
"I don't think we should," he objected.
"Well, you fucked me," she pouted, "why can't you kiss me?"
"Because," he said, "it was a passion rip-off to fuck you, but I don't want to get bogged down in sentiment."
"Sentiment," she said, "is that what a kiss represents to you?"
"It might represent something more than just a straight fuck," he snapped, "and I don't like you putting the screws in."
"No," she said, "I suppose all you want is an animal attachment, David."
"You never asked for anything more at the start, did you?"
"That was before I knew how tremendous you were," she said, her voice quivering with emotion.
"You're husband would fire me in a flash if he knew that I had been taking the noon hour off to screw his wife. Now let me go."
She was clutching at him and he had no alternative but to bend over and kiss her passionately just as she requested. Moving away from her he had to admit that she was something to kiss. Her beautiful breasts felt awfully good to him and he had enjoyed it a lot.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "Does the sun come up every morning?" he smiled.
"Oh, you put it in such a romantic way," she said.
He didn't say another word. She called after him repeatedly but he kept walking. He never looked back because he couldn't trust himself not to walk back and screw her again. His penis was becoming erect from the passion that surged through him when he kissed her. He knew he couldn't trust himself. She suspected this was the reason that he couldn't look back and it teased her imagination to think of how completely she had gotten him to fall for her. He was gone. She lay there thinking. Thinking about a lot of things. She wanted to ask Phillip for a divorce and marry David. Yet, she was afraid to mention it to Phillip for fear that David didn't care that much. She had visions of Phillip throwing her out on her ass if she said she wanted to leave him. Realizing what a terrible predicament she was in, she thought she would call her girlfriend Terry and see what she had to suggest.
She picked up the phone and dialed Terry's number. Terry answered after a couple of rings.
"Hi," she began. "Terry, I must see you."
"What about, dear?" she asked. "Something terribly important has come up," she said.
"Well, dear," she told her, "I have an appointment. I don't see how I could see you today. That is unless you could get here awfully quick."
"I'll be there in half an hour," she said.
"Well, you'll have to be, dear. In an hour I have to leave on an assignment."
"Alright, Terry," she told her, "I'll be there."
She hung up the phone and hastily began dressing. Then she remembered that because of the phone call she had to pay for it before she left the motel. It burned her to think about it but she didn't want to neglect it. Going to the manager's office, she paid him. Then she took a taxi and started on her long trek over to Terry's apartment. When the taxi driver let her out at Terry's place, she couldn't help admire it. It was in a good section and Terry apparently had been doing very well to live in an apartment house this nice.
She went up to her apartment and when Terry opened the door she got a big jolt. Terry was wearing a fur coat.
"What in the world are you doing in that gorgeous coat?" she asked.
"Isn't it silly," she giggled. "It's summertime and I'm wearing this. But baby, I had to show you what I bought for next winter."
"It's beautiful," she said. "I never knew that you could afford anything like that."
"I didn't either until Ted suggested it."
"Ted?" Alice asked.
"Yes, darling," she said. "Ted is a love. He's an older man but he takes care of me so nicely and he isn't bad looking either."
"Are you living with him?" she asked her.
"Well, we sorta shack up together," she said.
"Well," she said, "don't you feel any shame?"
"Should I?" she asked.
"Well, you weren't brought up to live like this," Alice reminded her.
"No," Terry said regretfully, "I wasn't brought up to live like this. It's a shame too because, baby, it's the only way to fly. Being tied down to one man is absurd."
Terry took off her coat and tossed it on the sofa as if it didn't cost a cent.
"I'm thinking of divorcing my husband," she said.
"Why on earth would you ever divorce Phillip?" she demanded. "He's loaded. He has a marvelous business, baby, and he gives you about everything you want."
"Everything but the one thing I want most of all," she said.
Terry had a good idea what that was.
"You mean he doesn't give you enough action in bed?"
"You hit it right on the nose," she said. "I'm a very hot blooded woman and I guess I need a lot of men to ball me."
"That's absurd," she said. "You sound like a nympho. If I didn't know you better I would think that was your problem."
"I'm afraid it is," she said. "I crave men. Not just one but more. I would like to know what many men feel like. I'd like to have them thrusting their cocks into me. I wouldn't mind blowing them. One after the other."
"Forget it," Terry told her frankly. "That would be a horrible life to lead. Do you realize what would become of you after 30?"
"But I have 7 years to go," she said. "Seven lucky years of sin."
"It wouldn't be just sin," Terry told her. "Honestly, it would be stupid. Any girl who will sacrifice a good whack at life with one man who loves her for a series of men who want to use her is flipping out."
That really got to her. She didn't want to be thought of as flipping.
"I don't appreciate your comments," she told her.
"Well, I can't help it, honey," she said. "It's true. You would have to be out of your gourd to think that way."
"You know, honey," she said, "I think sometimes that I am flipping out. I worry about it."
"Well, you should."
It was really getting to her now and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Maybe you didn't come to me to hear what I had to say to you," Terry remonstrated her, "but I'm giving you my word for it, you wouldn't enjoy it."
"Because," she said, "you look upon life as a plaything. You think of toys when you think of sex. Well, it isn't like that, honey. You've been overly protected, Alice. I know what I'm talking about."
"Did you ever have a gang bang?" Alice asked bluntly.
"Unfortunately, yes," she said, "and it was the most disgusting day of my life. After I had been used by those men in every conceivable way, I made up my mind that there would be no more of this crap. That was when I met Ted."
"I think it's wonderful that you did meet someone, honey," she said, "but I think you are also a bit narrow-minded. Just because you had a bitter experience with sex doesn't mean that I would necessarily."
"Skip it," she said.
It was obvious that the two women could never see eye to eye.
"Are you in such a hurry?" Terry asked, as Alice started toward the door.
"Yes," she said, "I have a lot of things to do. First, I want to ask Phillip for a divorce."
"A divorce?" Terry questioned.
"Yes," she told her, "then maybe I could have a nice apartment in a beautiful building and a beautiful fur coat too. Sure Phillip has money but it's all tied up in the business. He won't spend any on me. I wouldn't mind having what you might call a 'sugar daddy'."
"Forget it," Terry said. "I would throw the coat into the fire and start all over again if I could meet a man like your Phillip."
"That's what you say, honey," she said, "but you are living in the lap of luxury and you wouldn't trade that for anything. You don't fool me."
"I'm not trying to fool you," Terry insisted. "I'm miserable and sure I have a beautiful place to live in and sure I have this beautiful fur coat and a new car every year. But there is something else that I've got."
"What?" Alice demanded.
"A broken heart, honey," she said. "How do you think I spend Christmas, Thanksgiving. I spend it alone. He's with his family. It isn't any fun to play second fiddle, honey."
"What do holidays mean?" Alice asked her, "just a lot of work. If Phillip invites his in-laws over and I work my fingers to the bone fixing big dinners for them. Do you think they ever want to help do the dishes. No, of course they don't, Phillip wouldn't bother to help me. So as far as I'm concerned, I could skip those holidays. In between, maybe, I could have a young lover or two. Wouldn't that be a way to celebrate the holidays?"
"You are a vixen," Terry told her. "Maybe Phillip is too good for you."
"Too good for me?" she said. "You should see the size of his penis. It's like your little finger, honey."
"I don't believe that. You are just spoiled. You want everything. Well, you can't have a man who's making money and who is young and who wants to ball you every night. He has to use some of his energy up on his job. You are just selfish."
As she stood at the door, she glared at Terry. Not only was she angry and bitter at what she had told her but she was jealous.
"Maybe I will buy a better coat than you have, honey, and give you a run for your money."
Her lips curled in a strange smile as she looked at Terry to see how that would make her respond. Tears came to Terry's eyes as she said, "You're a stupid son of a bitch."
"Well," she said, "at least you tell the truth."
Saying no more Alice laughed and walked out the door. As she went down to her car, strange problems surfaced in her mind. She wondered if she was doing the right thing. That night when she got home she confronted Phillip with the big problem that was in her mind at that moment.
"Phillip, honey," she smiled, "what would you say if I suggested we split up?"
Phillip thought she was kidding.
"I would say you were a son of a bitch," he laughed.
"You're the second person who said that to me today," she said. "To the first person I congratulated them because I know it's true. When you realize that I am serious about the divorce you will realize that what you said was true. It's no joke."
Phillip was grasping what his wife was trying to tell him and he realized that it was no joke. Ever since he had dated her, he had bought her beautiful things and about everything she asked for since they were-married.
Even to the point of swapping.
"Now what has brought this on?" he demanded.
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I had to do this."
"Could you tell me one good reason why?" he demanded.
"I will tell you why," she said. "You are just not a sexy enough man for me. We are mismated."
"Now when did you decide that?"
"I decided it when we had our swap meet the other night," she explained.
"I see," he said angrily. "You got jealous because I found Jan to be such a gorgeous chick."
"I'd never get jealous of you, honey," she said abruptly. "I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he said. "Are you trying to say that David does it better?"
She looked at him and smiled.
"Well, he tried me for size and I tried him for size and we blended, baby."
"And we don't blend as you put it?" he said tightly.
"Not any more," she said.
"I don't think that swap meet was very good for you, baby doll," he said.
"Don't you understand, Phillip?" she asked. "I want a divorce."
"You're talking absurd," he said. "I've got too much invested in you, in us, to talk about getting a divorce. Forget it, baby. Now, if you want another man now and then that can be arranged but I'm not going to let you divorce me. It wouldn't be good for many reasons."
"For business reasons and stability?" she asked, with a small smile coming to her face.
"Don't be smug," he said, "you know that you've got me over a barrel. You know that I have to maintain a very stable home life if I ever expect to get that new loan through. Well, baby, as far as I'm concerned we're busted but as far as the banks are concerned, we're going to stick together. I'm going to get my loan and your fucking needs aren't going to wreck my business."
"Now, I wouldn't do a nasty thing like that, would I, Phillip," she said coyly.
"What the hell do you want?" he demanded.
"I want you to insist that David gives me action."
"What? Damn you!" he growled, as he looked at her and realized what she was asking him.
"Yes," she smiled smoothly, "David appeals to me. I want you to arrange for us to have little get-togethers every Wednesday."
CHAPTER SIX
It wasn't an easy thing that Phillip had to do. It disgusted him to think that his wife was forcing him into this position. He felt like killing her but he knew that was not the answer. When he went to work the next week, he went immediately to David and confronted him.
"David," he said grimly, "I hate to call upon you for this task but I have to."
"What are you talking about?" David asked.
"I am talking about something my wife wants me to ask you."
"I'm no mind reader," David chuckled, "but I have a pretty good idea what your wife wants."
"Well, I guess you know. Ever since our little swap meet, she's been talking about you. Judging from what she had to say, you are really a sensual man who can turn her on in a way I cannot."
"I think she's just being difficult," David said.
"Difficult or not," Phillip told him, "it makes it rough for me. She never can get enough sex. She wants me to pump it to her all the time."
"And you don't want to do this. Is that it?" David confronted him.
"That's exactly it," he said.
"Well, what do you propose?" David asked. "Remember I am a married man too."
"I know it isn't comfortable for you to have to give out like this, but my wife has quite a bit to say over my future. Your future is involved with my future."
"Well, I can see your point," he said, "go on."
"Well, it's this," he said. "Now and then I want you to take care of her physically, and I mean, give her a good fucking. Apparently she needs a lot of action. It makes me so damn mad I could almost shoot her."
"Control yourself," David said.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but she has put it in such a way that she could blackmail me. I have some very important contracts that will be coming up shortly. If my married life is on the rocks then I am in a real mess."
"I read you," he said. "Alright, I'll take care of her. But, I've got to do it in such a way that I don't destroy my own marriage. I think a lot of Jan and I don't want to wreck our marriage."
"I would suggest that you get together at motels," Phillip recommended. "My wife always digs the motel scene."
Suddenly Phillip began laughing. This struck David as strange and he asked him, "What's happening to you?"
"I don't know," he said, "I guess I'm getting uptight just thinking about it."
"Well, don't get uptight with me and plan to murder me because I am fucking your wife."
"No, no, David," he said, "it's just that when I first married her I thought she was such a sweet young thing. I had no idea that she was an over-sexed woman."
"It is hard to tell about such things," David told him frankly.
"I know it is," he said. "Now, I'm warning you. I don't want you to tell anybody about our little arrangement. Of course my wife knows because she is the one who suggested it."
"That's too bad," he said.
Now it was becoming more and more evident to David that he had a real problem on his hands.
"My job is tied into pleasing your wife, is that it?"
Realizing what a strange situation had developed, Phillip smiled broadly.
"That's about it. Give her a good fuck and don't give me the details. It would make me too sick."
"Well, it doesn't make me very happy either."
The two men were talking about it until they had reached some kind of understanding.
"I want one thing made perfectly clear," Phillip said. "I'm doing this not because I want to but because this is what my wife wants. I give her whatever she wants."
"Including my 9 inches," David said. "You know, Phillip, there are some things an employer does not have the right to ask an employee to do. One of them is to fuck his wife on a regular basis. A swap meet is one thing, but a regular screw is another thing. I don't dig that scene. I will be really drained. My wife, Jan, is a young, vigorous woman. She takes a good screwing and now, I will be faced with giving her what she wants as well as your wife what she requires. That, friend, is quite an assignment."
"Well, maybe she will get over the novelty of your cock quickly. Let us hope so."
That was it. Phillip walked out of the office and David was left alone with his troubled thoughts.
Just then the phone rang. He didn't want to answer it. He had a secret fear that it might be Alice. It was.
"Hi love," she said, "how are you?"
"Fine," he said, "what's up."
"Your cock, I hope," she said, "because I was thinking of us getting together for a little Wednesday afternoon session. I hope my husband spoke to you about this."
"Yes," he said, "he spoke to me about it. He said it was a good arrangement for him and you."
"You too, David darling," she said. "I think you will enjoy a lot of new ways of sex that you know nothing about."
"Alright sweetheart," he said, "when do you want to make it?"
"I was thinking of Wednesday afternoon about I o'clock. We could have a complete afternoon session and I thought the Starduster motel would be a good place. How's that?"
"It's alright with me," he said.
"See you there tomorrow, David dear," she said. "Same place."
"Alright," he said, "take it easy. Don't get so hot you go out on the streets and grab at men."
"I'll try to control my nympho tendencies," she assured him, and hung up.
At that point he thought he had all he could stomach. He was ready to give up his job.
Then the phone rang.
"Hi honey," a voice began. "Hello, baby."
"I have just made the most wonderful purchase," Jan began.
"Purchase?" he asked.
"Yes, love," she said, "I bought a new ring. I hadn't had any jewelry for years and there was this big antique jewelry exhibition and sale. I went and bid. Of course, I never thought they would accept my bid but they did."
"Oh, no, Jan," David said abruptly, "how much?"
"Not much for what I'm getting, honey," she said. "It was only $1200."
Instantly David saw the tight box he was in. He had planned on going in to Phillip and resigning but now that his wife had expended $1200, he was in no position to quit.
"David, are you alright?" Jan asked.
"Let me catch my breath first before I tell you," he said.
"Well, honey," she said, "I wanted to call you but those auctioneers go so fast."
"They do, don't they, dear," he said. "It's an interesting thing to go to an auction. Don't ever go to another one."
"Don't worry, dear," she said, "I won't but we can always sell the ring. Once I've paid for it, of course."
"Well that about cleans out my savings," he said abruptly.
"Well you have $1400," she said, "and this was only $1200."
"Yeah," he said, "that leaves me $200. Big deal. That sure disgusts me, honey. I guess I can't trust you alone."
"You can't keep me on a leash all my life," Jan told him. "You've got to give me a little freedom."
"Well, you've got to leave my money alone," he told her angrily. "I'm sick and tired of you spending all my money."
"I'm not spending all of your money. Just $1200."
"Alright, baby doll," he said nervously, "I've got to go now. Okay."
"Sure," she said. "Take it cool."
"Do I have any alternative?" he demanded.
After he had hung up he became more and more disgusted thinking about it. His wife gave him a pretty rough time of it. He didn't appreciate it one bit that she was out spending his money. But what bothered him even more was the position sexually speaking that his boss Phillip had put him in. A few minutes later Phillip walked in the door and smilingly handed him a check.
"What's this for?" he demanded.
"That, good friend, is a bonus."
"A bonus," he demanded, "for what?"
"For being such a good man," he said. "Now how many men, I ask you, could you find who would do what you are willing to do?"
"How do you know I'm willing to do it?"
"Well, aren't you willing?"
"There isn't much alternative, is there?" he said.
"Oh, don't take it so hard," he said. "She'll give you a good time. That's all that matters after all is said and done, isn't it?"
"Well, I have a few principles," David told him, "and fucking the boss' wife is against all of my principles."
"But you wanted to come to the swap meet," he said.
"That was different," he objected.
"Well, I don't understand how you reason," Phillip said.
"I don't think you do," he said angrily.
"Alright, let's not discuss this."
His boss walked out the door and left him alone. When he went home that night, Jan was all excited over her new ring.
"Isn't it gorgeous, darling," she said. "I was just thinking, darling, do we really have to sell it? Couldn't I keep it. It would be a long term investment."
"Yeah," he said angrily, "but some investment. It makes me sick to hear you talk about spending money like water. I knock myself out so you can have everything you want and then, along comes some girlfriend who drags you to an auction. It burns the hell out of me."
"Darling, don't be difficult," she said. "You're acting impossible."
"Am I?" he asked angrily. "If you ask me, you are the one that is impossible."
It was becoming obvious to both of them that they couldn't talk about anything. She looked at her husband and smiled.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "I got a book on oral sex and I thought maybe we could have a little of it tonight."
Shuddering as he thought of the Wednesday that lay before him, David did not want sex now. It would be just like his wife to tease and taunt him when he didn't want it. Normally if he wanted to ball her, she was impossible.
"I don't care about it," he said.
She went over to where he was sitting and reached over and felt his thigh.
"Now, darling," she said, "don't be difficult. A little love changes everything."
"Not me," he said, "I'm bitter as hell about this."
"Well, I'm sorry, lover," she said. "You know that I just wanted to make us both happy. I'm really sorry that I didn't make you happy."
"The best way that you could make me happy, sweetheart, is to leave me alone. Bug off."
She paid no attention to what he was saying and soon she was turning him on by rubbing back and forth with her hand. Suddenly it began coming up.
"You see," she said, "you are desperately in need of sex."
"That's a reflex response, honey," he said. "It has nothing to do with it."
"That's not true, honey," she said, "you just don't want to admit it. You need me."
Not wasting any time, Jan's fingers were unzipping his fly as if there was a toy concealed that she should play with.
"Leave it alone," he objected.
"I have my marriage rights," she said. "I've been liberated. I have a right to your cock every so often to satisfy my carnal lusts and cravings."
"What do you mean?" he shot back.
"Women have been liberated, dear," she said. "Men have gone to court for ages claiming that they didn't get enough sex and they had a right to divorce their gorgeous wife. Well, this is a reverse. I claim that I have a right to so much sex from you, sweetheart, and you'd better satisfy me or else."
David was really in a tight spot. He shook his head in disgust as he thought about it. It seemed as if whatever way he moved he was in more trouble than the other way.
"Alright," he said, "but one round. No more."
"Why can't we do it spontaneously?" she demanded. "If there is anything I hate it's mechanical fucking. Every book I've read has said it's the worst way to make it."
"Mechanical fucking?" David said, "who told you that one?"
"Oh, I think it was somebody, Elison," she said. "Yes, it was Jake Elison who said that mechanical fucking should be stopped by law. People should get together spontaneously with love and passion exploding."
"What a dramatic way to put it," he said. "Now, baby, just get it over with?"
"Oh, I don't like your attitude at all, David. It's sour."
"Look, if you want to blow it, blow it. But, don't waste time. I want to get some sleep."
"Why are you so concerned with sleep?" she demanded. "Have you got a mistress somewhere?"
Guilt surged through David as his wife's angry eyes confronted him.
"Why of course not. You don't leave me enough money to afford a mistress."
"Maybe some old bitch is paying you to screw her," she said.
"You've got a foul mind," he said.
"One has to have a foul mind to get on in this society," she said, "with all of the things that are going on."
"What are you talking about?" he demanded.
Now, he wasn't talking any more. His body was quivering with emotion for his wife was masturbating his penis effectively and then he pushed her away and informed her flatly, "If you want to monkey with it, don't use your hand, use your mouth."
"Alright David," she said, as she quickly slipped her mouth over the head of his shaft and started going to town on it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "You are good."
She pulled her mouth off his penis and smiled proudly.
"I read that book," she said. "Jake Elison told me how to make it."
"You mean they've got books on cock-sucking," he demanded.
"It's oral sex," she said, "please use the technical terms. Don't make it sound dirty."
"And I suppose you've got another name for pussy eating," he laughed.
"It should never be called pussy eating," she said. "It is cunnilingus."
"Is that right," he laughed, "well, get down there and fellate me."
"If you say it nicely," she said. "I don't appreciate any of this rough, tough stuff. I don't dig this pseudo-he-man baloney."
"You're being damned difficult," he said.
"No," she said, "I'm putting sex on a realistic basis. Now, if you want it, ask for it in the proper way."
"Dear wife, I love you very much, therefore, I will ask you to fellate my penis, after which, I will ask for the opportunity to have the supreme delight of giving you what is technically called, cunnilingus. Is that better?"
"You're making fun of me, David," Jan objected.
"Quit pouting and start doing me."
She shook her head in defiance.
Reaching down he felt his penis wilting and he started to tuck it away in his shorts. However, she objected.
"Don't put it away," she said. "Let me have it. Then I want to wrap my legs around you and give you cunnilingus."
"You're going to give me your pussy, baby," he said, "and if I can't call your pussy a pussy, I'm not going to do it."
"Screw it," she said angrily.
Then her desires for sex overpowered her desire for the technical terms. She grabbed his penis in her hand and bent over and began licking the crown of it.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," David told her.
Gripping her shoulders, he guided her down over himself.
"Yes, love," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Keep it up, baby."
Now, he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Oh, fuck it!" he panted, as she went to town on him in that way. Hotter and faster and more stimulations were flowing through his body. Now, she was really going to town. Her head bobbed up and down as she moved swiftly over his shaft.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that's what I like, honey. Do it!"
Using all the techniques she had learned in her book, she was giving him an expert job of fellatio.
"Gobble my cock," he panted excitedly. His hands gripped her tightly and he shoved down as his hot rod slid down her throat.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that's what I like. Yes, baby, do me. Do me. Faster, honey, faster. Oh, yes, let me get it down that throat!"
She could hardly breathe now. He was coming at her so strong.
"Oh, do it, baby," he gasped excitedly, "do it. Oh, wow, baby, wow!"
The super excitement of what they were doing seemed as if it would never end. Harder and hotter and faster he went to town.
"Oh, love it, baby, love it!"
The super sensations that were surging through his body had his body quivering. He tingled all over.
"Oh, eat it, baby," he panted. "Yes, baby, yes, that's the way to do me. That's what I like!"
He knew that it wouldn't be much longer now till the hot juice spasmed. Meanwhile Jan was using every device that she had learned. Her tongue laved the head of it in rapid strikes. Then, she built up a suction in the head of the shaft.
"Oh," he panted, "yes, baby, yes, that's the way. Do me, baby, do me."
Super sensations flooded through her now and had her quivering.
"Oh, honey, gobble it," he panted, as the juice shot out of the head of his penis.
"Hang in there, baby doll," he panted excitedly. "That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
The super sensations were flooding through him now and had him trembling. His hands held her fast now as she finished him off. "Oh, wow! I loved it."
Then as she smoothly slipped her mouth off him she looked into his eyes anxiously.
"Will you perform cunnilingus on me?" she suggested.
"I told you I'd eat your pussy," he said.
"Say it the other way, darling," she insisted, "be technical. Don't be dirty."
"Pussy eating and cunnilingus mean the same thing. If cunnilingus is dirty so is pussy eating."
"Darling," she smiled, "I love you so much. You have no idea."
"Yes, I do, baby," he said. "I want you to promise me that you won't offer your pussy to too many men. Sometimes I get the feeling that you're being disloyal."
David thought it was a good idea to use as a smoke screen on his wife the fact that maybe she was doing something.
"That's a dirty lie," Jan said. "Now, I want you to eat me."
She was peeling off her clothes quickly. She didn't take time to walk into the bedroom. Instead when she was totally nude, she stretched out on the sofa and threw her legs around his shoulders.
"Go down on me, baby."
His hot tongue began sweeping over her mound. Then, he stiffened and stabbed. Stabbing his tongue hard against her clitoris created waves of electrical sexual excitement in her body. His hands gripped her buttocks tightly and he squeezed.
"Oh, yes, honey," she panted, "this is what I like. Keep it up, baby."
Now they were both enjoying themselves.
"Yes, baby, yes," he panted, "that's beautiful."
He loved it when she grasped his neck forcing him down over her mound.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat me, lover. Eat me!"
The pleasure was building every moment as the hot tongue lashed away at her velvety vagina walls. She wiggled about. But David's hands held her in place;
"Oh, yes," she panted, "lick my love button."
He focused his tongue action on her clitoris. Then, he nibbled it. Her body trembled with pleasure as he did his thing.
"Oh, I love this," she panted, "it's too much, baby. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes!"
The pleasure was overpowering at this point.
"Oh, eat me," she begged. "Eat my pussy, lover."
It delighted David to hear her use the word pussy. For it showed to him that she wasn't being mechanical about their sex anymore. The heat of passion was triggering her erotic words.
"Oh, yes, yes," she gasped, "just like that. Oh, honey, do I ever love your tongue in me. Keep it up. Don't stop now. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Oh, this is beautiful."
To Jan it was something like rainbows and flowers as her husband's powerful tongue surged inside. She shoved herself forward, wanting to have him lick every bit of her.
"Eat me," she panted. "Oh, eat me. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Love me!"
She couldn't take the action much longer and as her juice continued gushing he licked quickly. Finishing he withdrew his tongue and smiled.
"That's the first phase, honey," he said, as he felt the blood surging into his penis giving him another tremendous hard-on.
"Let's go into the bedroom, baby," she said, "we can do it better on the bed."
Together they got up off the sofa and walked to the bedroom. Hastily, Jan pulled the bedclothes back. Then she was ready.
"Come on, honey," she smiled, "why don't we do it like this. Dog style."
"Okay, baby," he said, "I never refused an ass fuck in my life."
"Well, you're not going to fuck my asshole," she said. "A cock was not made to slide in there."
"Alright, baby," he said, "we will do it from behind."
Jan wasted no time getting into position. Apparently she had been doing a lot of reading of sex books.
"Come on, sweetheart," she called to her husband, "get ready."
Bending over he found her ass quite appealing. He got behind her and gripped her asscheeks tightly. Then, gripping them he slowly stabbed his cock into her.
"Oh, wow!" she panted, "you can get it in farther, just like the book said."
"Leave Jake Elison and all of his sex views out of our fucking, baby doll. Let's concentrate on what we're doing."
Now they were really enjoying themselves. In hard, driving thrusts he rode into her.
"Fuck it," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The super sensations that surged through his body as he rode into her had him shaking with delight and emotion.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that is wild."
The beautiful twisting tail really gripped him.
"Oh, I like that," he panted, "yes, that's the way to do it!"
As she ground her ass around, he bent over and gripped her breasts and played with the nipples as he fucked from behind.
"It's a great angle, isn't it honey," she said.
"Yes, it is honey."
Now she began a milking movement with her vagina.
"That's a wild way to do it," he told her excitedly. "It really is."
"Just like the book said. Milk it. Squeeze it."
"You know how to do it too," he said. "Oh, yes, baby, like that. Stop, baby, stop!"
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Well, you couldn't do that much longer or I'd shoot and I didn't want it to go off yet."
"Oh," she laughed.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, that's it. Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
Now his balls were jiggling on her buttocks as he stabbed her vagina from a backside angle.
"I love the feel of your big balls banging at my ass," she panted.
"You like to be fucked don't you?" he sighed excitedly.
Strangely all the time he was balling his wife he was thinking of his assignment on the following day. He was considering using some of the same positions his wife was suggesting from her sex books on the boss' wife. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he could really give her satisfaction this way.
"Oh, keep that going," she panted, "yes, baby, yes."
Now with a few sudden hard thrusts forward he was nearing climax.
"That's it, baby," he gasped. "I'm cuming. I'm cuming!"
As the hot juice shot into her she twisted around.
"Oh, yes, yes," she panted, "I love it, baby." Indeed she did enjoy it. Every second was fantastic.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "you are wild."
Pulling his penis smoothly out of her vagina, he flipped over on his back. She threw her breasts over his chest and hugged him.
"What brought all this on," he demanded.
"I guess it was that swap meet the other night," Jan admitted. "I didn't know how wonderful you were, baby, until I saw that other woman with you. Then, I got hot for your body like I've never been hot before."
"Well, if it's going to make you fuck this good," he suggested with a sly smile, "maybe we should fuck more often on a swap meet basis."
"Oh, no," she said, "never. I couldn't take it. I'm sorry I ever got involved in that kind of sex. Let's be loyal to each other, darling."
Her words were distressing him no end. For he knew that on the other side of her rainbow disillusionment was awaiting her. If she ever found out the truth, she would discover that he was indeed planning sex and plenty of sex with other women. For, he was beginning to consider the possibility of achieving higher goals through utilizing his sexual ability. It hadn't taken long for him to be sure that he was a real stud. With all of the excitement and controversy created by the boss' wife demanding sex on the side, David had become quite aware of what a fabulous fucker he was. Now that his wife had literally thrown herself at him, in such an unrestricted display of passion, he began thinking that possibly he could achieve real goals using his penis for business as well as pleasure.
"A penny for your thoughts, honey," she smiled.
"My thoughts aren't worth a cent," he laughed.
"Why, baby, that doesn't sound like you," she said.
"This time it does, honey," he said.
"David," she said, "you're keeping something back from me. I don't know what it is but it's something."
"Forget it," he said. "Please forget it."
"No," she pried, "I'm curious."
"Forget it, baby," he said, "we all have feelings that it is best not to express."
"Has it anything to do with me?" she insisted.
"No," he said.
"If it isn't me," she said, "who is it? Is it another woman?"
"Don't be ridiculous," he said, "what do I need another woman for when I've got you here. Why would a guy go looking for oleomargarine when he has butter in the refrigerator?"
"I'm not quite sure that comparison fits," she said.
"Honey, I'll put it to you this way. If a guy has a Cadillac why would he be running after a Chevy?"
"That isn't the way human nature works," she said. "Sometimes the guy who has everything goes after more. He gets greedy, if you know what I mean."
"I don't know what you mean," he said, "but I know that I'm happy with you so just forget it, baby." He leaned over and turned the radio on. He thought it would be good to get some music to distract her from her line of thinking.
"Oh, remember that song?" she said. "They played that when we were on our honeymoon at that motel in Vegas."
"I would really prefer not thinking of that night," he said.
"Oh, honey," she said, "a man can be impotent at any time. You just had too much to drink."
"I said I didn't want to think about it," he objected.
"Now, baby doll," she laughed, "when I did my thing with my mouth, it came up."
"Yes, the next morning. But that night we couldn't get it going and I always remember that with little amusement."
"Oh, baby doll," she said, "I wouldn't have worried about it even if you couldn't do it. I could always wear a dildo."
"No," he said, "that would not be very nice."
"Well I read in that book by Jake Elison that it was perfectly alright for a husband to use a dildo when he couldn't get it up. The wife gets her satisfaction and there's a lot of kissing and everything. There's the mouth to mouth contact and breast to chest contact and then of course that big, old rubber dildo."
"Look, honey," he said, "will you quit reminding me of that miserable time?"
"I don't look at it that way," she said. "I thought it was beautiful that the next morning we could make it. Then I warned you never to drink that much. It happens with all kinds of men who want to make it. They just can't do it when they're loaded. That's the way it is."
"Well, I'm not going to get loaded anymore," he told her.
"Well, I certainly hope not, because you wouldn't be able to perform the way you should."
She had gotten her digs in. She knew how much her husband hated to be reminded of that miserable wedding night when he drank too much.
He looked at her and decided to tease her once more himself.
"Are you sure, honey," he smiled, "that you don't have a lover stashed away somewhere secret?"
"Of course not, baby," she said, "after that swap session I swore off all my lovers. I phoned them up and said we were through."
Wrapping his arm around her, he kissed her tenderly. Yet, even as he was kissing her, she felt something wasn't just as it should be. She couldn't put her finger on it but she determined that she would sooner or later.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wednesday came and with it complications. At the last minute Dave decided that he didn't want to go through with it. He went to his boss, Phillip, and told him.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but I guess I'll have to resign."
"What do you mean?" Phillip demanded.
"I just don't care to ball your wife this afternoon, that's what I mean."
"Why this sudden change of heart," Phillip demanded.
"I've thought it over," he said, "and I don't like being used this way."
"You're not being used," Phillip argued quickly. "You're just performing a service."
"Well, I'm not a male hustler," he said flatly, "not for you, not for your wife and not for my own financial interests."
"Oh, that's too bad," Phillip said, "that really is. Because I hate to think of the rotten recommendation I will have to give you when you leave me."
"What are you talking about?" David snapped.
"That's the way it is," Phillip said grimly.
"You've put me out on a limb. My wife is expecting you. She will raise hell with me if you're not there. So, I will have to put you out on a limb."
"I don't like your attitude," David said. "It amounts to sexual blackmail."
"That's not a nice name," Phillip said, "and it's unfortunate that you feel that way."
"I can't help it," David said, "it sickens me completely."
There was no doubt about it, Phillip was going to get his point across and if David dared to defy him he would pay the price.
"You're not an easy man to deal with," David said.
"Nor are you."
"Sometimes I wonder how I ever got in this mess."
"It is a rather strange predicament, isn't it?"
"You bet your ass it is."
Realizing what his wife would probably say if he confronted her with what he was being asked to do, he decided that he would call her.
"I'm not going through with this if my wife objects," he said.
"Why don't you call her?" Phillip asked. "I'm not so sure that your wife shares your enthusiasm for virtue."
"Are you trying to say my wife is not on the level?" he demanded.
"I never said that," Phillip reminded him quickly. "I'm simply stating a few facts. The most important fact of all is that your wife wants beautiful things and that costs money. Money that I pay you. Remember that, David."
David didn't go to the phone for he decided that to give this much ammunition to his wife could put him in a very bad position in a divorce action.
"Why don't you dial her?" Phillip said. "I know Jan pretty well and I'm sure that she would be most understanding. Of course, she might ask for me in an exchange."
Suddenly, David saw what he was doing. He was making it almost inevitable that Jan would go for him because the stakes were bigger.
"I'm not going to pit my income against your income," David said. "I've just started in business. You've been in business for years. Of course you could acquire more and I'm not so sure that my wife might not clobber me if she thought she could catch you. I'm sure she would consider marrying you a prize catch. She could elevate her standard of living considerably, don't you think, Phillip?"
"You said it," he smiled, "now if you will accept my little offer to entertain my wife and not make my life any more hectic than it is, I would appreciate it. I have a lot of very urgent business matters to tend to."
"Alright," David said angrily, "I'll go give her a good fuck."
"So long, David," Phillip said tightly.
It was really beginning to get to Phillip that he had to play pimp for his wife. He was so angry at this point, he felt like calling up his wife and giving her the devil. However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it would indeed be a dangerous thing to defy her.
"David," he called after him. David was gone.
David went to a quick lunch and then hurried off to the Starduster Motel. It didn't take long for him to spot Alice. She was standing at the corner and looking for him. Her dark sunglasses almost hid her face from view. No doubt, she was wearing double-size sunglasses to conceal her identity.
"Hi love," she said in that breathless, husky whisper that always got to him.
"Hi there," David said coolly.
"You don't seem very eager to see me," she said. "Why is that?"
"Oh, nothing," he said, "nothing at all."
David knew that playing it cool was the only way now and he had decided that as long as he was going through with it, he might as well go all the way through. Yet, every moment it bothered him more just thinking about it.
They went into the motel room and she got very excited as she walked over to the TV set.
"We're going to see some great movies, honey," she said. "Maybe we can get some wild ideas."
"Yeah," David said quietly.
Never before had he felt so cheap or so little. If it was his desire to go after this woman, that was one thing. When it was not his personal wish and he had been forced into the act with a threat of losing his job, passion gained a new value in his eyes. More and more he realized how important it was to be sexually free. This freedom wasn't present now. He watched as Alice carefully removed her clothes. She was wearing a very unusual pair of panties and bra. They had small holes in them and he could see her flesh through the holes.
"What do you think of my new panties and bra?" she smiled.
"Well, I would say that you need some new ones. All those holes and everything."
"Why David," she laughed, "you're delightful. Those little holes are the latest style. You can see the flesh. They call them 'flesh points'."
"Well, you've got some pretty flashy flesh points," he said, "but stop the teasing, baby. Pull that bra off. I'll pull your panties down, if you want me to."
"Hands off, honey," she said, "I will skin myself when it's time."
David wasn't moving and she couldn't understand why. It was beginning to get to her just thinking of the fact that he wasn't undressing and she was.
"David, dear," she asked him finally, "aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
"Yes," he said finally.
"That's no way to talk, lover," she said. "Now, baby, please take off everything."
He stood up and decided that if anybody was going to strip him it wasn't going to be himself. Coming over to him she began to unbutton his shirt.
"What a nice big chest you have, honey," she said. "I'll bet you did a lot of exercise or were you one of those star athletes in college?"
"I've done a lot of swimming," he said.
"Oh, I guess you have," she said as she slid off his shirt. "Nothing but rippling muscles."
Now her hands were on his belt. She unfastened his belt and then unfastened the top of his pants. Unzipping him, his pants fell to the floor.
"Oh, what nice legs," she said as her hands gripped his ass and ran down on the backside of his legs.
David stepped out of his pants. Then she suggested that he remove his shorts.
"I think it's a bit bold for a woman to pull down a man's shorts," she smiled. "You do it yourself, David."
David decided that he might as well go through with it and anyway he was beginning to feel that tingle in his balls as he looked at her gorgeous body.
Reaching down he pulled down his shorts. Then he got a load of her beautiful mound as she slid out of her panties.
"Gorgeous," David gasped, "what a gorgeous box you've got."
"And you don't have to wait till Christmas to open it either," she said.
Her voice was a tremor with excitement. Then, David thought that he should do the honors of releasing her big breasts to freedom. He knew that he was a bosom man from way back. Going over to her, he slowly undid the back of her bra and let her great breasts fall out to freedom.
"What a gorgeous pair of boobs," he smiled.
"You like them, honey," she laughed.
"They look delicious," he said. "I sure wouldn't mind letting my tongue go to town on those nipples."
"Do it," she panted, "that's what they're there for."
Grasping one breast, he licked the other carefully.
"Oh, lover," she panted, "you don't know what you do to me. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. I love that!"
The super excitement that surged through her body now was almost more than she could bear. David's mouth was moving from one bosom to the other.
"Darling," she said, "let me push my mound against your face. Get over on the bed. Put your head on a pillow and I'll straddle your face."
David went over to the bed and lay there. He put his head on the pillow and it didn't take her a minute to press her muff against his mouth.
"Lick it, lover," she panted.
David's curiosity got to him. He gently pulled her pussy lips apart. He looked at the quivering, moist, pink flesh and then his hot tongue gingerly whipped around inside. The velvety vagina linings turned on as he licked.
"Oh, love," she panted, "beautiful, baby. Oh, yes!"
The super excitement that surged through her body was almost more than she could stand.
"Eat it," she gasped eagerly. "Eat it, baby, eat it."
He was determined to do his thing. The hot tongue surged inside and she pressed down tightly over his face. His hands gripped her asscheeks and one hand slid between them. She loved the feel of his hot hands on her inner thigh as his tongue swept inside.
"Oh, baby doll," she panted, "lick mama's pussy good."
Back and forth the hot tongue swept. The excitation it caused was really getting to her.
"Lover, lick me. Lick me."
David kept one hand on her ass and moved the other to her breast. He really enjoyed massaging her ass with one hand and massaging her breast with the other.-
"Eat me, honey," she panted huskily. "Eat my pussy."
Nothing could have torn David's tongue out of there at this point, and he was enjoying her. And he was making a delightful discovery.
"I filled it up with honey for you, darling," she panted, "do you taste me?"
Sure enough David tasted her alright and he loved the taste of her moist mound.
"Oh," he panted, "beautiful. That's good."
The super sensations that were flooding through her now were really getting to her.
"Love me, honey," she panted, "like that. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way."
She was really stimulated and she could hardly wait.
"More, baby," she begged. "Oh, ah, yes, lover, yes!"
Now she was trembling. He left one buttock and moved the other hand to the other breast. Now he was focusing his finger action on the nipples. Pinching her nipples, extremely excited her. In hot waves of passion, she shoved her pussy tighter to his mouth demanding, "Lick it!"
The tongue did its thing and finally she gushed.
"Lap it up," she panted. "Oh, ahh, yes, baby, yes. Lap it up!"
Now the sensations were more than she could stand.
"Love it," she begged. "Love it, baby, love it. Yes, just like that. Now we're doing it. Oh, lover baby."
The super sensations that she was feeling as the hot tongue went to town inside of her surpassed anything she had ever had before. She was indeed, proud of herself and glad she had made the deal for David. It was a very good sexual exchange.
When David's tongue was out of her vagina, she looked at him excitedly.
"Oh, honey," she said, "I want to go down on you right away. I want to love you the way you loved me."
The excitement that showed in David's eyes said he was ready to juice too. Swiftly she slid herself down his body. Then, thrusting a pillow under his asscheeks, she gripped him tightly. She let her tongue trace along his buttocks. He loved the sensation of her tongue lapping at him at this particular point.
"Oh, baby doll," he panted, "you're good at it."
She nodded but didn't take time out from her tongue licking to speak.
"Oh, do me," he gasped. "Do my cock."
She wanted to tease and tantalize David until he was begging for it. So, she used her tongue excitedly along his testicles. Letting it trace along the balls sac she suddenly decided to put one ball in her mouth and do her thing.
She was giving him the action he loved.
"Oh, honey," he gasped as his legs clamped around her head, "do me. Do me."
She was gripping his tool and pulling on it gently as she continued giving his balls the action they required.
Now, grasping her head he forced her down over the penis shaft.
"Oh," he panted, "that is wild. Oh, baby, I love it!"
No doubt about it the super sensations flooding her being were really getting to her.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "I love this. I love it more than you could ever believe."
When she had finished giving his balls a good mouth action, she released them. Then she let her tongue trace slowly up the underside of the penis shaft.
Finally she slipped her mouth over the head of the penis. She gave it a vigorous workout and built up a frenzied suction. Now he was gripping her tighter with his legs.
"Oh, I never had it so good, Alice," David gasped. "Love it, baby, take it all in."
Glancing in the mirror David observed their connection. He loved the sight of his thighs embracing her head. He loved the beauty of her mouth traveling up and down his penis. The sight of her lips grasping his shaft tightly stimulated him so much that he started to juice. She got a taste of his creamy cum and could hardly wait for it to shoot in a steady stream.
"Oh, keep it up, baby," he begged. "Keep it going."
The super sensations that were flooding her being now were driving her up the wall.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's what I want. Oh, baby, do it!"
Finally he rammed it all the way down her throat and exploded.
"Oh, honey," he gasped, as he watched his balls touching her chin. He was pressing harder as the juice spurted farther.
"Gobble that juice," he gasped. "Go after the juice. You'll love it."
He didn't have to tell Alice a thing. Alice was turned on with this type of sex.
"Oh, yes, baby," he panted, "that's what I dig. Oh, love it, baby, love it!"
The super sensations that flooded through her being as he gave her his juice had her trembling. But what surprised her even more was the fact that after she had finished blowing him, he was still erect.
"Oh, you're wonderful," she sighed, "you're Mr. Superstud."
"Why do you say that?" David asked meekly.
"Because, lover," she said, "this big cock of yours hasn't gone done. I've drained it but there is still so much life in it."
Her hands were nimbly massaging his testicles and she suggested something.
"Why don't you let me glide up and down it?"
"You mean like a slippery-slide?" he laughed.
"Precisely, darling," she said. "I would like to do it in an unusual way. I would like to do it so that my back is against your face. Then, you can play with my breasts and excite me. I will go up and down not even seeing the face of the man I am loving."
"Is my face that bad?" David chuckled.
"It's not that, honey," she explained, "it's just the intrigue of pretending you're doing it with someone you've never seen before. When I don't see you and all you can mean to me is your thrusting penis, I can give you a more imaginative fuck."
"I never thought about it like that before," he admitted. "From the way you describe it, it sounds super. So, ride my penis."
She turned around and guided herself over his rock-hard cock glancing down she saw her glove-tight vagina enveloping the shaft. Then all she was looking at were the balls.
"Fuck me," she cried passionately. "Fuck me. Oh, honey, fuck me like you've never fucked before."
This request was easily met.
"Keep it up," he begged, "that's what I like. Grab it."
David's hands immediately gripped her asscheeks roughly. She loved the feel of his hot hands there.
"Oh, do it, baby," he begged. "Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes that's the way!"
The super sensations that were flooding her being were really getting to her.
"Oh," she panted, "I love that. Oh, baby, that's wild!"
With a corkscrew movement of her twisting behind she was giving David a fuck he wouldn't soon forget. Suddenly his hands played with her breasts as he straightened himself up.
"Oh, keep that up," she begged eagerly, "that's what I love. Keep doing me. Faster, honey, faster."
David's giant-sized penis thrust in harder and faster. He was eager for his second climax. The first had been such a juicy one that he was amazed that there was anything left. However, when his penis refused to go down and he could get such a super buzz now, he concluded that there was plenty of life in the old cock yet.
"Fuck me!" she cried passionately.
Her request was met with a sudden, hard driving stab.
"Right on!" she gasped in delight, as she felt him surging inside of her.
"Now, baby," she panted, "now, we'll make it. Together. Oh, like that. Faster, to the right. Oh, to the left. Ohh, ahh!"
Her voice was building in its loudness and in its intensity. With every cock stab young David was giving the boss' wife the carnal sex knowledge she craved.
"Fuck it!" she blurted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The sudden, hard stabs brought her there. With a shudder and a gasp, she felt her spine tingling as she juiced.
"I'll be there in a minute," David assured her.
He wasn't wrong for approximately a minute later he shot his gun off into her.
"Ohh, baby," he panted excitedly, "I made it. I made it."
Indeed he had made it and so had she. Their well lubricated sexual organs continued gliding and sliding against each other, she laughed.
"I wish Phillip could see us now," she giggled.
"Well, I'm glad he can't," David told her, "he would probably get jealous and want to kill me. That happens you know."
She thought about it for a nervous moment and nodded, "That's true. It can happen that some passion crazed lover wants to kill a person for fucking with someone else. Isn't that horrid."
"Don't think about such things now," he said, rolling her over. "Let me get on the other way."
"If you want to get ready for round 3, let's do it the right way."
She slid off him and then she lay on her back. Now David confronted her with his hard tool. She grasped its wet shiny surface and smiled.
"There's a lot of life in this old boy, isn't there?"
"You bet, baby."
David wasn't a man of words but a man of action. With a sudden, hard driving jab rip jabbed his penis into her. She thrust her pelvis up, gripping his penis with her vagina muscles. He loved the sight of her doing this.
"Oh, baby, it looks beautiful when you grab it like that," he grinned at her.
"I guess I am a pretty good nympho fucker," she giggled.
"You're all a man could ever ask for," he said, as he went at it.
"I wish my husband appreciated me," she said. "Phillip is so busy with business that he doesn't take time out to ball me. I need to be fucked quite often."
"I can see that," David said, as he plowed his pecker into her.
"Fuck me, honey," she begged. "Fuck me faster. Faster, oh, yes, yes, way up there. Let me feel it. Oh, baby, I love it!"
Her hands reached out to grasp his thrusting asscheeks. She loved the feel of his ass as he flexed into her.
"Give it to me, David," she panted. "Every inch. I want it all up there. Oh, yes. That's the way, David. Way up there. Oh, ah, yes, yes, fuck me. Oh, baby, I want it. I want it. Juice me, juice me!"
It wasn't going to be much longer. Her hot hands played around his asscheeks. She would massage his buttocks, knead them and then reach down between the crack in his ass.
"Press on my prostate gland, baby," he suggested, "that will help me get it around the third time."
Her fingertips reached down to press his prostate. It made him wiggle his butt some more.
"Oh, fuck it," David panted, "fuck, baby.
Throw your hips up to me. That's the way. Oh, baby, don't just lie there. Put a fire in the engine."
She put fire in her hips and twisted it around. With a few more rapid-fire cock stabs, David's penis exploded in her.
"I'm cuming in multiples, David," she cried excitedly. "Oh, lover, you're what the doctor ordered. I needed this so bad. Oh, David it can't be wrong. It must be right when a person needs this much sex, they've got to have it."
"I know just what you mean," he said. "I love it. Wow!"
He went on rutting into her until the steady stream of white cum that had flooded her vagina had stopped.
"Oh, baby," she panted passionately, "I wish I could divorce Phillip and marry you."
"Phillip is a little better fixed than me, baby doll," he reminded her.
"When it comes to love," she sighed, "what does money mean. It means nothing. David, I would rather have one fuck from you than a lifetime of sex with him."
"Baby, it's impossible. I'm a married man."
"What's that got to do with it?" she giggled. "What are divorce courts for?"
"I'm happy with my wife, Jan."
"But think of how much happier you'd be with me, honey," she said. "If I divorced my old man, and got a good cash settlement it would help you in business, wouldn't it?"
"Don't try and bribe me," he said.
"Oh, I'd never think of that," she laughed.
"Oh, yes, you would," he told her frankly. "This is a trick you've pulled before. You've done very well through the years. You've almost made a science of sex."
"Oh, honey," she said, "your compliments are so beautiful. I accept every one of them."
It was perfectly clear to her that David was wild about her. David looked at his watch.
"I've got to get going, honey," he told her.
"Where to?" she said.
"Home, honey," he said, "we've been here for hours."
"It has seemed like minutes," she said. "I guess when you're having a wonderful time, time passes quickly."
"It does," he nodded, "but I've got to get home to my wife. She's fixed dinner for me."
"Sounds like dullsville. That suburban life is a lot of crap. If you would string along with me, honey, we could live in a swanky apartment on Phillip's money. And we could take some trips. Paris is lovely in the spring. London is marvelous when the summer sun shines. Now, wise up. Say goodbye to this little dame that doesn't mean a thing to you. Probably some little gal you made it with when you were in college. It became habit. Not that you really care deeply for her. Am I right, David?"
"You make your offer sound so tempting, honey," he told her.
"I always tell the truth," she said.
Since she always told the truth, David wondered if she was telling the truth now or making up something he would like to hear. No matter how much she insisted, David knew he had to get going. His wife would be furious if he didn't get home for dinner.
"I think you're terribly inconsiderate of me," she said.
Now, David was disgusted. He got off the bed and started dressing.
"You ought to take a shower first, honey," she suggested. "Wash the love juice off."
"Alright," he agreed.
Going to the shower, she joined him.
"Would you wash my breasts off with soap?" she asked.
Reaching out and not saying a word, David began massaging her breasts with the soap.
"Oh, that feels so good," she told him. "Oh, I love that."
Now, he had built up quite a suds. Her breasts were white and beautiful.
"David dear," she sighed excitedly, "love me?"
All at once he felt her massaging his tool with the soap bar in one hand and his penis in the other.
"Of course I love you," he said, "but that doesn't mean I want to marry you or get serious. I love you as a human being and we had some good sex together. Can't you let it go at that?"
"No, David, I can't because it's gone far beyond mere love, it has gone to where I feel I can't live without you."
"Well, I'm sorry honey," he said, "you're going to have to find some other stud. I'm sure there's a stud service operating in town that will take care of your sexual needs. Obviously, you're a fucking nympho and you need a man all the time. Like every hour or so."
That got her so mad she squeezed on his penis and caused him a wincing pain as her fingernails ground in.
"Easy does it," he complained, "that's my cock. It's sensitive."
"Well, it's my ego you're hitting," she said.
"It's invisible but nevertheless, the scars remain."
"Well, I didn't mean to scar your gorgeous ego," he said as he got out of the shower.
He was eager to get away from her. She stood there brushing her hair and watching him drying off and dressing.
"Now, next week," she said, "we can get together for another afternoon session. That's mid-week. That gives you time for recovering from the weekend sex and then build up to this point. I'm sure you're capable of taking care of two women and undoubtedly, your wife isn't anywhere near as passionate as I am."
He looked at her and shook his head.
"You'd be surprised how passionate Jan is," he said. "She's been reading those books about women having aggressive sexual feelings and now, she has become demanding."
She got dressed hastily with her hair about her shoulders.
"I like to dry my hair off with my dryer," she complained, "but I didn't bring it with me."
"Too bad," he said.
"Yes, it really is tough, isn't it."
She nodded.
It was bugging her that he had so little sympathy. He seemed like about the coldest potato in the world.
When they walked out of the motel door they didn't notice anything unusual. However, they hadn't gone to the front area where the reception desk was located but a minute or two until they were confronted with Jan.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"Well, I could ask the same thing of you," Alice said.
"It's obvious to me," Jan said, "my husband is having sex with you. Well, for your own good as well as his, I would suggest no more sex for a week. That would give you time to think about what you've been doing."
Saying no more she stalked away and then, she called back, "David, I'm divorcing you."
"No, Jan," he called after her.
But the other woman was tugging at his coat.
"You're going to have to marry me, honey," she said.
"But you said, no strings," he reminded her, "now you're asking for the whole marriage trip."
"Well, that was before Jan decided to divorce you."
"It's all your fault, dammit," he exploded. "You didn't have to give in," Alice insisted.
"You could have said no. I just suggested that my husband see if you were interested. Apparently you were or you would never have been here."
"He had to bribe me," David told her hotly. "He said either or. Either I fuck you or I lose my job."
"Well, that didn't give you much latitude, did it, dear?" she grinned.
"And you don't give a damn, do you," he snapped.
"Well, we make our own beds," she said, "and we have to lie in them then don't we?"
She turned and walked away.
David got in his car and followed his wife home. When he got home she was packing her clothes.
"But Jan," he said, "you were the one that thought swapping was such a great idea."
"I've changed my mind."
"But honey," he objected, "it's not all my fault. I can explain."
"Tell it to the judge, I'm not interested."
David couldn't think of another thing to say and he stood there and watched his wife packing her clothes. When she had finished packing he wondered which car she would take.
"I might as well take our big car," she smiled smugly, "because when I take you to the cleaners, baby, you won't have enough money to buy gas to keep this thing going."
"Oh, you're a sweet wife," he said angrily.
"Yes," she said, "and you were always such a loyal husband."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alice became so uptight over what her swap meet had accomplished, she decided that from here on in, she'd play the sex scene solo.
Feeling she needed a drink or two to forget, she decided to stop in a bar. Picking a dark bar, so she could be alone, in a dark, secluded place, she ordered her drink. She hadn't been at her table in the Tropicana Bar ten minutes before a swarthy, Latin-type man approached her.
"Good evening," he smiled.
Her eyes brightened at the prospect of meeting someone she could talk to-someone who might console her.
"Hello-" she smiled, "Guess you can if you want to-"
"I want to-," he said eagerly, his dark eyes ablaze with excitement. "Could I get you something to drink?"
"How very thoughtful of you-yes!"
She was eager to find some escape from her own dilemma, and drinks with the handsome, dark-skinned stranger appealed to her now as never before.
"Would you like to go to bed with me?" the man asked softly, his voice purring, as he turned-on the charm-charm.
"You shouldn't be so bold," she chided him.
"Why not?" he flashed a knowing smile, "Haven't we gone past the Dark Ages when people couldn't communicate sexually?"
"Well, I guess so," she slurred, a bit drunkenly, "but I don't want you treating me like a slut-I'm not you know."
"Of course you aren't," he smiled, as he placed his hand on her thigh. "Actually, you're a lady-"
"Why, thank you-what's your name? I don't even know your name and here you've asked me to share the most intimate act in the world!"
"How beautifully you put it," he smiled, "My name is Carlos-and if I may be so bold, what is your name?"
"Oh, I like the way you asked me my name, Carlos-" she breathed excitedly.
"I figured you would," he grinned, "now, let's get down to business, baby. I've got nine, solid inches of cock. How would you like to share it with me?"
"You wouldn't lie to me, now would you Carlos?"
Carlos shook his head, and pulling his hot hand from her thigh, began unzipping his pants, with one hand while he fished for his tape measure in his pocket with the other.
"What are you doing?" she giggled.
"Proving a point," he smiled, "look down here, honey!" Carlos had pushed the table back a trifle and was displaying himself to her view. As her eyes glimpsed his huge shaft, and him pushing the tape measure against it, he proudly announced, "see-just like I told you-nine solid inches of cock meat!"
"Oh, Carlos, you're too much!"
"Try me for size," he smiled.
And before he could restrain her, Alice was bending over, and licking the head of his slippery shaft with the tip of her hot, pink tongue.
"Not here," Carlos insisted, "I-I mean, but-ohhh, ahhh-baby, we shouldn't. Good thing this place is deserted tonight."
She let her mouth slip over the head of the shaft, and then she built up a suction on the head of the cock.
"Ohhh, baby-LICK-lick it for me!"
Letting her slippery tongue slide over the sticky surface of his penis, she produced electrical waves of sexual excitement that surged up and down his tingling spine.
"Eat me, honey," he panted, "eat me-that's the way I like it-eat my cock!"
The faster she moved up and down his shaft, the more excited he became.
"Oh, baby, do me," he begged, "Eat me!"
Reaching in, she added thrills to her sensational mouth action on his penis. Now, he was almost there.
"Ohhh, ahhhh-I can't stand it, I can't stand it," he gasped, gushing in her mouth. The momentum of her wild mouth action had brought him to a shattering climax.
"Ahhhh, ohhh, baby-go after the juice!"
She didn't stop devouring him until she'd finished him off and he told her it tickled.
"You've got it all out, honey-it tickles! Stop!" She didn't want to stop. She had developed a taste for his sperm and wanted more.
"Keep it up, baby-keep it up," he panted, as it went past the tickling stage, and he suddenly was hot and hard again, ready to give her another juicy mouth-load.
She massaged his balls vigorously, and this helped.
"Oh, yes, baby-yes!"
His hot fountain splashed in her mouth once more, and she compulsively gobbled him again. This time, her craving for cock was satisfied, and she slowly slid off him.
"Oh, Carlos," she sighed happily, "you were sweet-I loved the juice of your manhood."
Running his fingers through her hair, he patted her affectionately, and then his other hand slid under her dress. Now, he was turned on, and raring to go.
"Get down there, baby-and eat my pussy!" Carlos got on his knees under the table, and pulled her panties down, burying his face in her mound. His tongue lashed out along her sticky slit, and then he stabbed into her.
"Eat me," she gasped, pounding her fists on the table, "eat my pussy, baby-eat me!"
Grasping her buttocks, Carlos pulled Alice's pussy tighter to his mouth, and pressed down until he created a sensational suction effect she loved.
"Eat it, eat my pussy ... it's juicy, honey, you'll love it. Go get it, tiger!"
His hot stabbing tongue focused on her clitoris, and then it flicked back and forth across her love button in piston-precision aims, as he alternately licked, and lashed her with his tongue.
"Ohhhh, Carlos, Carlos," she cried aloud, and then the bartender came rushing over.
"Stop it, dammit," he cried, pulling the table away from Carlos. But Carlos wouldn't quit. Soon, other patrons came rushing to the scene.
"Look at that tongue man go," one woman smiled, "I wish my old man could pump his tongue in me the way that pussy eater is doing it in her."
"You disgusting tramp," the bartender snapped, "you want them to close down my operation?"
"Sorry," the woman smiled, "I thought this was your live entertainment-"
When Carlos couldn't quit, the bartender helped him. Pulling him off her, he delivered a solid right hand on his jaw, knocking him sprawling to the floor.
This brought Alice back to her senses.
"Ohhh, god, what have I done-" Alice gasped.
She pulled her panties, on and got to her feet.
"Get out of here you cheap slut," the bartender boomed, looking at her menacingly. Not wanting to meet the same fate that had befallen Carlos, she made a hasty exit.
"Hey, lady, I'll take care of you," a wino suggested, winking slyly, and reaching for her.
"Get lost, creep," she shrieked, her nerves snapping, as the people around the table began laughing raucously. She stormed out of there, and hailed a taxi.
"Where do you want to go, lady?" the driver asked her, as she got in the back seat.
"I want to go to hell where I belong," she sobbed, as she lay down in the back seat of the taxi.
The driver looked at her and shook his head.
"That's too far down, lady," he said, "you're drunk get out!"
Lifting her head up a moment, he saw the tears running down her face.
"Can you take me someplace where they can help me? Please-won't you help me-you've got to!"
"I'll take you to the psycho ward, honey," he said, "and then they can route you to the funny farm where you belong."
The taxi driver wasted no time in getting her to the psychiatric ward where Alice had driven herself through her strange, untamed sexual compulsions.
Two years later, she found her way back to society, but she decided never again to take the detour to hell, via the swap route. She'd been on that trip!